Vision

Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs. I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind. I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart. And it shall be my endeavor to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act. By Rabindranath Tagore

An elephant can lift in excess of a ton of weight with just its trunk. Still an elephant is conditioned to stay in one place with a weak rope and a stake. Only a small rope tied to its front leg holds an elephant. No chains, no cages. It is obvious that the elephant can, at anytime, break away from its bonds but for some reason, it does not. The reason is that, when the elephant is a baby and much smaller, it is tied to a strong chain and strong tree. The baby is weak but the chain and tree are strong. The baby is not used to being tied, so it keeps tugging and pulling the chain, in vain. A day comes when it realizes that all the tugging and pulling will not help and it gives up, thinking that it cannot break away from the bond. It stops and stands still. And when the baby elephant becomes the mighty giant elephant, he is tied with a weak rope and a small stake. The elephant could with one tug, walk away free, but it goes nowhere because it has been conditioned to believe

Age is a quality of mind If you have left your dreams behind If your ambitions’ fires are dead If you no longer look ahead If hope is cold… Then you are old…then you are old But If from life you take the best If in life you keep the jest No matter how years go by No matter how birthdays fly If love you hold… Then you are not old…then you are not old Anonymous

“Grandma, please tell me story” A 5 years old boy asked to his grandmother, “You forgot yesterday also. Tell me now”Grandma looked into eyes of cute little boy, smiled and softly said,”Ok, listen…Once upon a time, there was an open swimming competition in one village.  Participants have to swim from one side of the lack to another side. Total distance to swim was around 500meters and winning prize was Rs. 10,000/- which was so much for village people, around 20 years ago. But only hurdle in the competition was, there were crocodile family leaving there into the lake."Crocodiles?" boy surprisingly whispered."Yes dear" Grandma continue...  At given time almost everyone gathered at lake and terrifyingly just before the race people saw Crocodile around the starting point. Everyone was scared; no one was ready to jump, no one want to win the race. Prize was 10,000/- but life is priceless. So finally, officially race started but no one tried to win the ra

In desperate hope I go and search for her  in all the corners of my room;  I find her not.  My house is small  and what once has gone from it can never be regained.  But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,  and seeking her I have to come to thy door.  I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky  and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.  I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish  no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.  Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,  plunge it into the deepest fullness.  Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch  in the allness of the universe. By Rabindranath Tagore

Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love. O beloved of my heart, this golden light that dances upon the leaves, these idle clouds sailing across the sky, this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead. The morning light has flooded my eyes, this is thy message to my heart. Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes, and my heart has touched thy feet. By Rabindranath Tagore

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by. Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time. By Rabindranath Tagore