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Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.


When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.

All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony—and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.

I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.

I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.


I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.

The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.

My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!


Rabindranath Tagore

Nobel Prize in Literature 1913

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”A saint is a sinner who never gave up trying”

”Every day happier than yesterday: that is the standard of spiritual life”

”Teach me to dig with the pick-axe of my peace deeper and deeper into the soil of silence, until the water of Thy presence gushes forth and I am bathed in Thy bliss. Teach me to look for Thee in myself until I realize that it is Thou who hast become I”


Gorgeous flower anemone,

Body is venomous,

Pretty faced hegemony

As the prey approaches,

Brilliant coloured anomaly,

Overwhelmingly odorous

As hidden mouth ravenous

Probes its victims body,

Consuming carnivorous,

Holding in pink tentacles

In enchanting paralysis,

Entirely lost

In gorging flower anemone’s

Colourful nemesis.





A broken thread of trust

Must knot and knot again.

A dark indelible stain

On a white sheet is shame

And boughs that will not bend will break,

Volcanic emotions erupt,

Fiery tempers incinerate,

Still waters run deep,

Resolutions stand like rocks,

Careers at their peaks,

Civilizations that rise must fall like waves,

And males and females in fact

Like opposite poles attract.


Prototypes in nature

Frame our very circumstance,

Fix our reflex,

Are the alphabets 

That spell out our context;


For problems do resolve like solutions,

Crises precipitate,

Catalysts are also human agents,

Chain reactions can devastate,

In history as in chemistry,

As elements compound 

So issues complicate,

Like an organism

Ideas too can proliferate,



How curious

that physical analogies

Ring true of our predicaments,

Exist like primordial metaphors,

Define our contours;

The paradigms reaching across

A far flung cosmos.




Comet in the sky

You smite me distant traveler

With some strange nostalgia,

Far away going away

Every night for a while.


Comet in the sky

Your light has tanned

My naked eye,

Touched my retina

With a new age,

Burrowed into my mind.


You surprise

Like a distant train

In the wilderness

Hurtling on its way.


Siberian crane

You fill me with compassion

For your lonely furious pilgrimage

To another millennium.


Visitor from another age,

Your searing glorious passage,

Primordial image,

Like a messiah come

To  disturb our settled equilibrium.





Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
Into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
Has not lost its way into the dreary desert sands of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action—
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.


                                         RABINDRANATH  TAGORE

                                       Nobel Prize for literature 1913



Thoughts do not sprout,

This is a barren season,

The morning holds no promise,

And night thankfully

Brings oblivion,

While the day extends endlessly

In routine.

The heart has closed,

The mind still,

Not a whiff of air,

Something cold in the breast,

A grand emptiness everywhere.

Something has snapped somewhere,

It is low tide,

The moon of the mind

Has set,

But there is not even anguish,

Not even hurt, no emotion,

The leaves do not stir,

There is no storm,

Just an impotent silence here,

An emptiness,

But it is not tranquil,

It is the stuff of vacuums

Of nothingness

Of casting a net

Into a fish-less sea,

With a ringing in the ears,

A restlessness

Of ennui.


I have this icon

Looking down at me

Wings outstretched till the ears

Eyebrows joined over the nose

Gaze steady

Into my soul.

Crop of curling hair

Tumbling down from a tiara

Wand held firmly

Behind the head

Palm outstretched

In a blessing.

Thick brown stole

Over green tunic

Smites my heart



In India guests are accorded a venerable place and every household seeks to present its best culture in greeting the guest with the finest food, drink and welcome that a household is capable of. In welcoming a guest the family feels that its pride and honour are at stake in the quality of the hospitality offered. Even the humblest villager with barely enough to feed himself will insist on offering warm and fulsome hospitality to a visitor. Nothing could be worse than for a guest to leave dissatisfied.  This is inspired by an Upanishadic aphorism:

                        ATITHI  DEVO  BHAVA


                          THE GUEST IS A GOD


                                                    TAITTIRIYA   UPANISHAD


Performance of obligatory duty is a primary goal of life, leading to the evolution of the personality in the current incarnation and eventually to enlightenment in later incarnations if the pace of evolution is consistently sustained. This consists in discharging responsibility towards family, community and the world at large, being diligent, dexterous, industrious and righteous, fighting for and supporting what is right. Abdication and abandonment of responsibility through disinclination, fear or mistaken and premature asceticism and reclusion is deemed false renunciation which does not lead to salvation. Renunciation means renouncing the fruits of action by engaging in unattached action and not the mistaken renunciation of ones obligatory duty. Even God is consistently engaged in discharging his responsibility and acting to sustain his creation setting an example for the performance of obligatory duty. 

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Textjual References:

” Engage yourself in obligatory work; for action is superior to inaction, and if inactive, even the mere maintenance of your body would not be possible.”

”Therefore consistently perform your obligatory duty without attachment; for, by doing duty without attachment man verily obtains the supreme.”

”None can ever remain really actionless for a moment; for, everyone is helplessly driven to action by the Gunas of Prakriti ( nature).”

”The abandonment of any obligatory duty is not right; such abandonment out of delusion is Tamasik ( misguided)”

”It is indeed impossible for an embodied being to renounce action entirely. But he he who renounces the fruits of action is regarded as the one who has (truly) renounced.”

”One should not abandon, O Kaunteya, the duty to which one is born, though it be imperfect (station in life), for all undertakings have imperfections even as fire is attended by smoke.”

”There is naught in the three worlds, O Partha, that has not been done by me, not anything unattained that might be attained; still I engage in action.”

”If ever I did not engage in work relentless ( performing my obligatory duty towards creation), O Partha, men would in every respect follow my path.”

”These worlds would perish if I did not do action; I should be the cause of confusion of species ( by not enforcing the natural laws) and I should destroy these beings ( the end of the world would ensue).”





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