Life is much more than an experience

Letting Go

I have tried to Many years in motion solo wear thin my Bold armour of strong will and defiance, to the impregnable blue light of “Truth” and nothing less And unseen by my rugged vision of limitations i have never learnt to chug past these unfair contradictions which pop up like a burnt up toast

Can i ever ?

Can I ever love her Just the way she Loves me In strong connect Rudimentary Wrapped around In singular values, Warm like mother earth, Moralistic Finite Strong Unblemished Uncompromised Unspoken Can I love her Just the way she Wants me Can I , ever ?  

Death in all her significance

My dear friend June has suffered  when she lost her father.The suffering was long and painful but she emerged triumphant ( & like so many others who are suffering now too silently with individual bereavements ).  And June made me ask myself these inward questions on life and death.  Why do we divide life and

Death and Suffering

I lost three dear friends this month. They were all very good men who had lived their lives in the pure passion and zeal they deserved and had built around themselves a comforting conscious mountain of warm friendship and with it a catchment of everlasting  love. But even in my fond remembrance of my dear

CSR – A vibrant growing concept in India by Sayan Mukerji – FCA

A robust and thriving development sector is central to India’s quest for equitable, inclusive and sustainable growth. India’s development sector has evolved substantially over the last few decades and is now witnessing unprecedented interest and investments across the value chain. With the passage of the Companies Act, 2013 the mandate for corporate social responsibility (CSR)

Bullets of love ?

Does that not pierce shred and blow away Does that not crush tear apart , throw away Does  that not break shatter and take away Hope in every form known And shower the world endless with hopelessness… in the darkest of the dark hour and set us back a hundred thousand years of Christ and

Just grey ash

My friend lost her aging mother in acute suffering of her frail soul she lost more in a distant connect of a love pure unexpressed in years   My friend lost her only friend who in yesteryears wept in joyous joy And shielded my friend from the boisterous world from unknown strangers from strange fears