Teach me O Lord my GodTo rest under the shade of your handRelax in the coolness of your baseFrom the heat and dust of the way.Teach me O lord my GodTo accept the limit of my daysThe end of my strengthAnd the twilight of my hopes.Focus me on the constancy of your loveThe extent of … Continue reading EVANESCENCE & PERMANENCE
POWERFUL PERCH
Look at those birds on those wires. Won’t they get hurt by the current coursing through them? No, they won’t. Why not? They are not grounded! What do you mean? See, they have no earth contact. So…? Power passes freely through them . If not…? It will burn them on its way down. Hmmm… Why … Continue reading POWERFUL PERCH
THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP – FF
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. G Mohammed moved from Delhi to Chennai (then Madras, S.India) to open the Kashmir Art Palace in 1950. The shop soon became known for its priceless Kashmiri carpets, jewelry, shawls and other … Continue reading THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP – FF
NO PIT TOO DEEP
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Today's photo prompt reminds me of 2 things: A crown of thorns & a concentration camp. That’s why I have given an excerpt from the book THE HIDING PLACE (also made into … Continue reading NO PIT TOO DEEP
DETHRONED BY THE BOOK, ENTHRONED BY THE BOOK
One king, one sleepless night, one book and one reading. Two men, two nations, two decrees and two outcomes. Three days of fasting, two days of feasting, one queen and one request. The rest is not just history, but crucial change in history! Haman dug a pit for another, fell into it himself, lost … Continue reading DETHRONED BY THE BOOK, ENTHRONED BY THE BOOK
MEMORIES – FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 8TH AP 2016
"Hurry, its just over this, on the other side", I excitedly hurried my family. Reaching the top, we looked down, panting, on a scene of decay. Dumbfounded, I gazed on a place I had treasured long. My family averted their eyes, trying to hide their pity. I had been so eager to share this with them, … Continue reading MEMORIES – FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 8TH AP 2016
LEGO SETS & TOY CARS – FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
Couple of thoughts strike. One a couplet analogous to "Water, water everywhere, Not a drop to drink anywhere" as BUILDINGS BUILDINGS EVERYWHERE, NOT A TREE IN SIGHT ANYWHERE! Second, buildings of all types & sizes: tall, short, lean, fat; piled up lego sets forming narrow paths for toy cars, a child's play. An urban jungle … Continue reading LEGO SETS & TOY CARS – FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
A MOTHER’S HEART
A new season for my daughter and for me. My heart for her as she takes the first step out of home. (Written on Aug 29th, 2014, when my daughter left to study in Europe) Fly away my daughter To the heights unknown To mountains unscaled To paths untrod Fly away my daughter To places … Continue reading A MOTHER’S HEART
“OLD IS GOLD”. IS IT REALLY?
Why Older Leaders Fight Change. http://www.philcooke.com/why-older-leaders-fight-change/. This article points to research that older leaders and employees didn't resist change because they have invested in old ones and not in the new, but because they think that the answer to every problem is to continue doing what they've always done. So it’s not always pride, over-confidence, or resistance leaders exhibit but may … Continue reading “OLD IS GOLD”. IS IT REALLY?
AN ODE FOR MY SON
ON HIS TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY A foetus in my womb, A babe in my arms, A child holding my hands, An adolescent stepping away A collegian freaking out Were you my son until this day. A man you are today No more from this day The cocooning of my womb The molly coddling of my arms … Continue reading AN ODE FOR MY SON
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