A rare queasy sentiment! Emerged from under four chambers Of my heart, When twisted and somewhat curled I found, That piece of an old photograph.
The Torn Photograph
The Asian Weekly
The Year Begins
The year begins with some beginnings anew Joys grow abundant and sorrows get few Happiness stays with you like super glue May you see success of vibrant tones & hues. Forget not but the challenges that doth grow Not always remains bright the sun and it's glow Take you some pledges now to save … Continue reading The Year Begins
A Religion so New!
What is religion and how may we change it to live in a world of new kind of religion away from the genetic or spiritual linkage.
TAGS REiki Camps by LHSG (A healer’s dairy)
Once again a commemoration, LHSG's Anniversary celebration. A multiple of Reiki camps 1 & 2, At the girls' shelter on 19th October . The young ladies were unsure, What lay for them in store. Their lives had been through suffering , But now they were safe and felt secure, Learning the gift of self healing, … Continue reading TAGS REiki Camps by LHSG (A healer’s dairy)
WHOLEHEARTEDLY
Wholeheartedly A wish I wish wholeheartedly That I leave the world wholeheartedly! The heart that so palpitates With rhythmic beats Like soft drumbeats Pulsating in another body When I die and look down at him As a soul that beams with joy. A wish I wish wholeheartedly That I leave the world wholeheartedly! The eyes … Continue reading WHOLEHEARTEDLY
A PICNIC AT KARURA FOREST (A healer’s dairy)
And then what followed was so exciting As they shared their love with the huge trees By hugging them and thanking them For providing shade, food and medicine.
ANCESTORS
They went away far from us Yet they reside within all of us Showering blessings from afar In their world they all live at par.
A Unique Janamashtmi
I wondered whose little kids were these And how could their mothers be at peace Having left them alone to survive Causing their motherhood a deprive Were they cruel, were they unjust? Were they dead or bowed to painful thrust?
LACK OF LOVE
Intolerance soars to unknown heights, Creating havoc with insecurity and frights. Be it Kashmir, Karachi or our own Kisumu, Be it Somalia, Sudan, Syria or the land of Zulu.
MY FRIEND
When misunderstood was I By one and all And loneliness ran me dry Together for hours did we cry You braved the norms And made me smile My friend you lit the torch And brought some hope to me.
Sikiladi 