मुक्ती

मनाचे गाणे

श्रावण गातो गाणे

चारोळी ३

आता पाऊस नांदल

Spongy Dawn

Spongy dawn is a lovely affair
Dark n’ light playing everywhere

Rhyming birds sing holy prayers
And off they are with a lazy flair

Nascent sun from the far far east
Seems like lost in thick white mist

Sleepy leaves n’ sleepy trees
Sleepy bugs n’ sleepy bees

“Oh! Alas, now the day is due”
Frowned n’ looked at a drop of dew

Words of the drop were soft and a few
“The day is rising just for you”

चारोळी २

चारोळी १

हुरहुर

प्रतिबिंब

उभा एक वेडा

शब्दोपदेश

मन

On Children: Khalil Gibran

Recently  I read 'The Prophet' by Khalil Gibran. It was like wisdom penned down. Giving below the part that I  loved the most.

On Children

An excerpt from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
"Speak to us of Children".
And he said:

Your children are not your children,
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but are not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

 

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and
He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
So he loves also the bow that is stable.