from ‘The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam’

When that strange feeling of stale, dry thoughts, rises in your Soul and when the very Dust particles of your Soul, glitter in that shimmering Light nestled in your heart, an Angel whispers –

“Life has a way of making it work itself, besides, you can’t really question God’s reasons’ 

-Mariam Rehman

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,

Nor all your Tears wash out a word of it.”



Can knowledge be ENOUGH?


Knowledge is power- Francis Bacon

We all must have heard this quote somewhere or the other, I am sure. And many of us would agree to it. Knowledge really is power, it gives us command over ourselves thereby giving us command over our lives. But this is not what I have been trying to understand-whether knowledge really is power or not. What I have been wondering for quite some time is if what Thomas Gray said years back is also true?

“And happiness too swiftly flies.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
‘Tis folly to be wise.”
– From the Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College
So…can knowledge be a source of one’s unhappiness for ‘Thought’, that is Wisdom, destroys ‘paradise’ which may be interpreted as joy itself? Can the fountain of knowledge, which gives one commands over one’s Self, then inhibit one’s experience of joy? If so, then what IS joy really? Being unaware? How can the wise NOT be happy? Is knowing too much really folly?

Be dazzled by this Wonder in His Universe!

Mount Fuji

Mount Fuji is the highest and the most famous mountain in Japan. This legendary mountain is more than ‘just a mountain’. It is a tall, conical shaped, active volcano!! The volcano last erupted almost 300 years ago, in 1707.  Mount Fuji itself was created  by explosive eruptions thousands of years ago.

According to one of the most popular theory, it is named after the Buddhist goddess of fire – Fuchi. Some Japanese say that Fuji came from (not + two), meaning without equal or nonpareil. Mount Fuji has been a sacred site for practicers of Shinto since at least the 7th century. Shinto is the indigenous faith or spirituality of Japan. The name for them means “everlasting life.” There are many Shinto temples and shrines surrounding the mountain. [*]

Awe, Naked Wonder

“Go and contemplate God’s wonders, become lost to yourselves from the majesty and awe of God.”

MATHNAWI 1v, 3708-3710

[*]- Information taken from:

So what if it’s Imperfect? It’s still Beautiful!

“To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.” ― Osho


Creative writing- writing that expresses ideas and thoughts in an imaginative way*, is just that opening up of the heart and humbling of the Soul, in all the settling of Wisdom, distorting vision to change perspective. Vision which then looks for Little things in life that go unnoticed by many and expresses it in the most poetic of ways.

Words express that which is inexpressible, and find their way from the heart, onto paper.

Whoever has once touched the surface of this water is enslaved by its charm.

It’s then when,

“The Light of Wisdom and Inspiration caresses the Soul, and the patience of the moon, sky, stars and constellations settles onto it so that it may rejoice in tears”

(*) phrase taken from:

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A Man I am – Stevie Smith

I was consumed by so much hate,

I did not feel that I could wait

I could not wait long for at any rate.

I ran into the forest wild,

I seized a little new born child,

I tore his throat, I licked my fang,

Just like a wolf. A wolf I am.

I ran for centuries

Beneath the immemorial trees,

Sometimes I thought my heart would freeze,

And never know a moments ease,

But presently the spring broke in

Upon the pastures of my sin,

My poor heart bled like anything.

The drops fell down, I knew I knew remorse.

I tasted that primordial curse,

And falling ill, I soon grew worse.

Until at last I cried on Him,

Before whom angel faces dim,

To take the burden of my sin

And break my head beneath his wing.

Upon the silt of death I swam

And as I wept my joy began

Just like a man. A man I am.

Despite the fact that the entire poem is just simply beautiful, it’s really the last few verses that I love the most. The poem beautifully demonstrates  the giving up of pride and ego to submit and surrender to the Will of God. this may be seen especially in the second last line, ‘As I wept my joy began’ which emphatically brings out the surrender!

Hope you’ll enjoy reading this poem as much as I do!