Unsung Heroes (Collab with Sidharth)

In collaboration with Sidhart Jain from New Delhi. His blog is


His verses…

The Knight

Amidst the terrorizing tranquility of the night
A knight emerged through the darkest hour’s plight.
Despite the fact, his own fears began to take flight
Yet to protect his loved ones he knew he had to fight.

The knight had taken the onus to shield their nest
He carried the expectations of others on his chest
To ensure others, are able to calmly dream and rest
Secretly deprived himself of sleep, he put his soul to test.

The knight chose a crown of thorns, though he deserved a throne
For others, he confronted and withstood life’s every cyclone.
Sacrificing his happiness, others sorrow he preferred to own
For being the lone wolf, he fought & walked alone.

When devils riding nightmares approach his door
As they tried to burn everyone’s hopes to the floor.
The warrior in him began to rage and roar
To defend others’ dreams he emerged ready for war.

The bloodthirsty demons began to intimidate and scream
They exhibited the wrath of their diabolical schemes.
Yet amidst the chaos to protect others’ every dream
The knight pushed his being, to surreal extremes.

He was wounded and scared yet his intentions were clear
He knew he was deprived of the luxury of shedding tears.
He impaled all the devils and nightmares with his spear
That night for others, he conquered all his fears.

Though he hides his wounds from the crowd
Though over his head there is always a dark cloud.
But whenever demons howl at his loved ones, aloud
The unsung hero shall rise unbroken and unbowed.


My verses…

The Soldier

A boy, younger than the rest,

Has brains amongst the best,

Everytime He looks out of his nest,

He thinks of the goal of life, lest,

Everyone sleeps, the people rest,

The enemy feels the chance is best,

So who would look after their nest?,

So let me not sleep tonight or lest…

The adult boy now serves his mother,

He stays awake for the sleep of other,

What happens next, he doesnt bother,

He is awake, the thought is soother,

Look after yourself, advises his mother,

You are my only hope, theres no other,

But courageous he is, nothing to bother,

Sacrificing dreams, other lives soother…

I salute you! O Child! O my brother!,

Words have stopped pouring further,

So put my pen to rest and smother

Your family, your child are no other…

The idea is that there is always a knight in some armour waiting to loose his sleep for our dreams. We need to identify this knight of our lives and be grateful to him.

Thank you so much Siddharth for sharing an idea which made me write. Though a novice at writing poems, you made me do it by sharing your idea. Thank you once again. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻


Humbled again!!!

Just received a notification from WordPress that now have a total 501 followers here.

Am so grateful to the Almighty that he gave me so many friends. HE has always shown me the path and always been in the forefront of all my endeavors.

Am also very happy that all my friends here regularly read my blogs and give me their genuine feedback. Will always be thankful to them for the overwhelming response they all give to my posts.

During the last 1 year from which I have been really active an have taken blogging as a part of my life, am really made to think hard so as to write and better myself in every new blog.

Have taken to poetry, which is a new adventure. I never imagined to write poetry, but the poets out here are mind blowing and creative that their poetry pushes oneself to think and write. Am especially thankful to Abhijeet, Nirav, Siddharth, Parkash, Siddhant, Madhusudanji, Pavan, Deys Publishing (D), Neha, Ramyani, Priyanka, Shivani, Aayushi, Shipra, Vrunda, Sohanpreet, Preetam, Mahesh, Chiranjeevi, Arnav, Sumeet, Savio Jatin, Shubham, Arnav, Abhishek, Dr.Ipsita, Abhay and last but not the least Dr.Nimish (all the gems which I found here). A special mention and gratitude for Arun who introduced me to so many good friends.

Lastly am grateful to WordPress for giving me this wonderful platform to share my views.

My writing is not for any diversion from what I have suffer, but it is for reminding myself what I know and what I can be and so most of my posts would be on the Nation or the great Sons and Daughters, She has given this world.

Will request all my readers to keep on pushing me, appreciating me, criticising me, pointing out my mistakes and also share what would they like me to write on.

Thank you all.

Humbled again!!!.

Buddha Poornima

Sangham Sharanam Gacchami!

Dhamam Sharanam Gacchami!

Buddham Sharanam Gacchami!

I bow down and go to the Sangh, Dham (Religion) and Buddha for enlightenment.

Buddha means the enlightened one.

Buddha means unattached.

Buddha means the great leader.

An individual who guides lacs and crores of people to lead a simple and an austere life should be accepted as an Incarnation of God. And Buddha is no different. From the days of His sermons till today, He guides Humanity onto the path of peace and tranquillity. And till date and many years in future will He be the guiding light for Humanity.

Son of Mayadevi, Gautama is said to become either a great King or a great Monk. The parents are worried and are said to have kept him in the four walls of the grand palace built for him. Got him married at the age of 16 and had a son Rahul. But Gautama is inclined towards finding the way or the path of renunciation from miseries. His chatioteer Channa might have led him to those famous night trips around the city where he is said to have discovered old age, disease and death. And so he leaves his wife, kid and palace to find the path of greater good.

Sometimes I wonder can a prince be kept away from the truth of life? Can any person be kept away from it rather? I feel that Gautama always knew all the misery and he was continuously trying to find a path to come out of all this. And one fine day, he decided that enough is enough and left the palace with due permission from his wife. How can a Mahatma who leads an austere life forget his duty towards his consort? And Yashoda must also have consented to let him go and find his goal. I say so, cause once when Gautama became Buddha and He visited His father’s kingdom, it was Yashoda who urges her son Rahul to take up the life of a monk with the Sangh and a few days later, with due discharge of duties and permission of elders, herself joins the Sangh.

Also those who have come to guide the world, can they be stuck in all the worldly matters? Is a question which I always have. He got married and fulfilled his duties towards his wife, son and parents and left to find his own self.

The tree, under which He is said to have attained enlightenment, the Bodhi tree, still stands there with it’s full grandeur as a witness to the divine phenomenon. People all over the world today visit the place, to find peace and solace.

His philosophy, “Sarvam Dukham, Sarvam Kshanikam” explains to us the basic principle of Science, that the world is continuously fleeting and changing. And it is fact that everyone needs to acknowledge that there needs to be rationality behind any and every thought one propagates.

On His Birthday, bow down to Him and may we be blessed to be accepted in the Sangh, He established.

I purposely began with Sangham Sharanam Gacchami as opposite to what people say. Cause I believe that even He, The Enlightened One, will agree with it. Go the the Sangh first. Follow your “Dharma” second. And then come to me.

Buddha, as history tell us, is the first to establish a Sangh, for propagation of religion. He gave a very well designed way to spread religion through the Sangh. India will always be indebted to Him for this. And as a result, we see that Buddhist thought and philosophy has not only spread all over Asia, but also dominate the thinking process of Asia in a way. The famous travellers HuenTsang and FaHien with the help of King Ashok, King Bimbisara have translated many of the Buddhist literature into Mandarin and helped in spreading the word of Buddha far and wide.

Many a things can be written about Buddha, like,

If his core philosophy is non-violence, how can his followers be non-vegetarian?

What did He say about God, Life and Death?

And many more.

But leave it to some other day for the Buddha to bless me.

Buddham Sharanam Gacchami!

Poem #11

Dedicated to all the sleeping beauties whom I know who love to sleep, including myself!


The day I woke up to this question, What is sleep?

I asked many, but they all said that it is very deep

Biology says that it is the time for the cells to relax

The body has worked the whole day and now chillax…

It is the projection of conscious on unconsiousness

says the philosopher to me, a lower consciousness…

Some further say that it is the time to spend with oneself

To understand the action done and to correct myself…

These are all such big things difficult for me to peep

My kid says, “Pappa please stop all this and let me sleep“…

Mother’s Day

Do we need a mother’s day to celebrate the Woman who has worked day in and out to make us?

Does she expect a “Thank you” for all that She has done for us?

Does she do all that out of any expectation?


We live in the land of मातृ देवो भव। (my Mother is God).

The land which venerates even the rivers and cows as Mother. “Maa Ganga” and “Gau Mata”. Even “Bharat Mata”. People laugh when they hear this. But its natural to equate them to a mother. As a mother selflessly looks after the well being of her child, so do they. As Bhagwaan Ram says,

जननी जन्मभूमिश्च स्वर्गादपि गरीयसी ।

(My mother, my motherland is greater then even the heavens)

We live in such a country which has strong cultural bonds between family members. Between neighbours. And even between society friends. We celebrate and cherish every relation that we build. And this celebration is everyday and not confined to a day.

Coming back to our topic, Mother is the one who shapes her child’s future. That does not absolve the fathers of their duty. But Mother is someone with whom the child spends most of the day. She takes care of all the needs, likes-dislikes of her kids and trains then to become better humans. The child needs too understands this. And it is out of this respect and adoration, the child bows down to the mother. We dont need to train our kids, the kids learn by seeing what their elders do. And amongst them; firstly what their mothers do! Again I should clarify that it does not absolve the father from his responsibilities. Both are equally important and play a big role in shaping their child’s life.


Mother is a mother,

every other relations seems another

Even today I cherish my days and times I have spent my childhood spent with my mother. A lady so strong that she has not only survived, but also helped us survive in the worst conditions we went through. The upbringing of both the siblings was done in the most disciplined way yet was filled with warmth, affection and love. I still remember as a kid was asked to lift my own lunch plate to the sink or was asked to take my own glass of water from the kitchen. It seemed boring at that time, but today I realise its importance. The way she made us do our things and get that work done in her own way. She made us independent in a lot of things.

Today when I see my wife, training both our kids for their own betterment, the father inside resents it. The father argues that the kids are still small and will learn. But the mother doesn’t. At the same time, the commitment, the love and the warmth that she shares with the kids which I need to understand, learn and imbibe in my life too.

I feel Mothers are the best teachers in the world!

They are the best friends to their kids!

And the best companions to their hubbies!

So on this day we just remember the mothers around the world and bow down to them with adoration and respect!

Let us remember, every day is a Mother’s day!

Wishing you all, my readers and your mother’s a very Happy Mother’s Day.

Let’s give Her the best She deserves!

Will end with one of the best poems written on Mother by none other than Rudyard Kipling as a tribute to all the mothers of the world.

Mother o’ Mine

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

Jagadguru Adi Shankaracharya

श्रुति स्मृति पुराणानां आलयं करूणालयं ।

नमामि भगवत्पाद शंऽकरं लोकशंऽकरं ।।

Wishing all my readers a very Happy Adi Shankaracharya Jayanti.

Also it is the birthday of Guru Ramanujacharya.

We bow down to both these great Avtaaras who came to earth out of Universal necessity and showed Human beings the path of enlightenment and led them onto it.

Shankaracharya, in his life span of 32 years has led a life, which even people his age cannot even think of. He reached out to the four corners of India, on foot. Leading a difficult ascetic life, He propounded the philosophy of Adwait Vedanta (non dualism). His guru Bhagwatpaad Gaudpadacharya initiated him into a monastic life at Omkareshwar, on the banks of river Narmada.

During his life, he had many debates with scholars belonging to different thoughts and won them over. Chief among them is Mandan Mishra who later became his disciple and was called Sureshwara.

Totakacharya was also one of his disciples, who has given the music world a new meter called the ‘Taka’ or ‘Totaka’ meter.

Shankaracharya established 4 mathas in the four directions of India to establish Vedic supremacy and gave these mathas to his disciples the responsibility to learn, teach and preach and also research on the Vedas. Totakacharya was given the responsibility of the Northern Matha of Jyotirmath. Sureshvara was installed on the southern Sringeri Sharada Peetha; Padmapada, the eastern Govardhan Peetha and Hastamalakcharya the western Dwarka Peetha.

Not only this, He also gave a structure to the monastic fold of India. He formed 10 different subdivisions wherein all the monks were place which was called the Dashnaami Sampradaay.

All of them gathered every 12 years at Prayagraaj for the Kumbh. It was here that the theories and experiments about the Vedic thought, culture and civilisation were discussed and the future course of action of coming 12 years was decided. Adi Shankaracharya took all these pains to see that things take place as decided. He called it the “Aamnaay” (systems) and the 4 Shankaracharya Peethas were given this responsibility to take care to see that it is followed.

Have specifically written about the cultural work that Adi Guru Shankaracharya has done and will not be talking about his contribution to the Vedic literature, which in itself solicits an independent blog. But will end my blog today with the 4 hymns from His famous work Atmashtakam.

Atmashtak (The Song of Self)

I am Consciousness, I am Bliss, I am Shiva, I am Shiva.

Without hate, without infatuation, without craving, without greed;
Neither arrogance, nor conceit, never jealous I am;
Neither dharma, nor artha, neither kama, nor moksha am I;
I am Consciousness, I am Bliss, I am Shiva, I am Shiva.

Without sins, without merits, without elation, without sorrow;
Neither mantra, nor rituals, neither pilgrimage, nor Vedas;
Neither the experiencer, nor experienced, nor the experience am I,
I am Consciousness, I am Bliss, I am Shiva, I am Shiva.

Without fear, without death, without discrimination, without caste;
Neither father, nor mother, never born I am;
Neither kith, nor kin, neither teacher, nor student am I;
I am Consciousness, I am Bliss, I am Shiva, I am Shiva.

Without form, without figure, without resemblance am I;
Vitality of all senses, in everything I am;
Neither attached, nor released am I;

I am Consciousness, I am Bliss, I am Shiva, I am Shiva.

– Nirvana Shatakam, Hymns 3–6[

Such a great mind, that we can only bow before Him.

My salutations again to both the Acharyas today and May God give us the strength to read, learn and understand them.

Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore

A great poet.

A natural teacher.

A humble human being.

The first Asian poet to win the Nobel.

One of the few who gave up his title ‘Sir’ in protest against the inhumane firing on innocent civilians by the British.

Sharing a few poems of his which touch my heart.

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 toward perfection.
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.
Where the mind is led forward by thee
into ever widening thought and action.
In to that heaven of freedom, my father,
― Gitanjali


Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,
breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning
call of the future;
Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith
you fasten yourself in night’s stillness,
mistrusting the star that speaks of truth’s adventurous paths;
freedom from the anarchy of destiny
whole sails are weakly yielded to the blind uncertain winds,
and the helm to a hand ever rigid and cold as death.
Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a puppet’s world,
where movements are started through brainless wires,
repeated through mindless habits,
where figures wait with patience and obedience for the
master of show,
to be stirred into a mimicry of life.

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
“We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.”
I ask, “But how am I to get up to you ?”
They answer, “Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds.”
“My mother is waiting for me at home, “I say, “How can I leave
her and come?”
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
“We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass.”
I ask, “But how am I to join you?”
They tell me, “Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves.”
I say, “My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?”
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
And no one in the world will know where we both are.

O thou the last fulfilment of life,
Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day I have kept watch for thee;
for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life.
All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love
have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.
One final glance from thine eyes
and my life will be ever thine own.
The flowers have been woven
and the garland is ready for the bridegroom.
After the wedding the bride shall leave her home
and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.

Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running
In bid black letters I write my name on them and the name of
the village where I live.
I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and
know who I am.
I load my little boats with shiuli flower from our garden, and
hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land
in the night.
I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the
little clouds setting thee white bulging sails.
I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down
the air to race with my boats!
When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my
paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.
The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading ins
their baskets full of dreams.

Well, can continue sharing many but sharing just a few to remind us what a great poet he is.

A request to all budding poets to read him thoroughly and understand him deeply. That can be the best tribute to him.