Emanations of the Philosophy of Life Instinct The past Golden Age of democracy In the last couple of hundred years, there have been periods when an artificial form of democracy operated in a handful of countries. Political parties were led by men and women who were thinkers and visionaries, and generally well educated. They were elected […]
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A poem Back to a metrical and rhyming poem for your pleasure. Do read it aloud and let me know how you like it, my friend. Heaven in Little Things A little thing is not a little thing,When it’s something that makes our heart sing,If it quietly makes our soul take wing,And makes a purposeless life
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A poem This one is loosely rhymed and somewhat metrical. But some emotions cannot be bound by convention. Ask Mary Oliver. Read it aloud, old friend. Moments Was I alive except in those moments,When a baby looked at me and smiled,When I discovered a friend for life,When I felt a dear hand slip into mine.
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A poem The sky on the flight out from Manila to Hong Kong, heading home on my last work trip. It inspired this poem I wrote on the long haul back. I hope you enjoy it. Do read it aloud! Cloudworld What fantastical forms we see!For whom, this sphere otherworldly?Separate from earth, space, and sea,Whose
A poem Read it aloud, my dear reader. Why I Love Gloomy WeatherA poem You may think I am crazy,The weather is dozy and lazy,It’s an overcast gloomy day,Yet it makes me cheery and gay! I feel the world is cosy,It’s a home just for me,Smaller and more intimate,Safe and warm like a blanket. The
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A poem A poem about something wonderful near us that I am grateful for. Best to read it aloud, my dear friend. My Hometown Hill Every month we climb a nearby hill,Each time is as fulfilling as the last,It’s our escape from life’s mundane mill,Always better than my mind’s forecast. We strain up the familiar pathways,Like
A poem It’s simple, like its subject. Read it slowly aloud, dear friend. Oh, Tree What universes do you contain,Oh, tree?Content to stand in a laneQuietly.What mysteries lie withinYour bedecked canopy?Did anyone notice youBut me? I fret you long to move,And wander, too.Don’t you feel stuck in a groove?But why would you?The world gambols through,You
Emanations of the Philosophy of Life Instinct If you ask me who I am, I think of this more or less sequentially: I am an Indian, male, Hindu, vegetarian, Brahmin, mechanical engineer, Kannadiga, IBMer, enterprise architect, and writer. The pride or otherwise in each and what I may bring up at a particular time is quite
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Poetry on the road I wrote this over two car journeys in the mountains. Please read it aloud if you can for its full pleasure. Tea Stall By a Bend in the Hill Road High in the Himalayan foothills,Where the hairpin bends wind,I’m halted at a lone tea stall.Forested valleys deep behind,Toward far plains, they fall. Six
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