“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away”


A breath taking view….


“It’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”

– Abraham Lincoln

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.”

– Maya Angelou



Do I know you?

When there is no peace in surrounding

When the heart is racing and pounding

When the feet are tight in bonding

Will I seek you for strength and rebounding


When words hurt my inner peace

When emotions leave me at unease

When thoughts are as stiff as chalk and cheese

Will I seek you as a source of Peace


When Time seems to go against

When Fate seems to play foist

When Luck is as sour as Yeast

Will I seek you as a ray from the East


I am a human struggling with choice

I am a form waiting for some great voice

I am a seeker searching for an unknown Source

Who am I seeking is unknown of course


You are an ultimate Choice

You are the Final Voice

You are the Only Source

You are my conscience course


You are the one who advises to be right and good

You are the one who waits to be felt and understood

You are the Strongest Source in this World

You are the Eternity Power my dear Lord.


But why don’t I seek you in pain

Why do I take your name in vain

Why can’t I see in sunshine and rain

Why will I muddle you in my Brain


Let me know you as a Painter

Let me appreciate you as a Creator

Let me know you are the ultimate Writer

You are the one who acts as Sculptor.

Travel Tales

The voyage of new journey is not in Scenery,
It is the eyes that see it with no hurry or worry.

-From the book “Sensations of Solitude”

The best companion when one sets their foot for a journey is the fragrance of the soil. Land has a lot of stories to narrate, many lessons to teach and it is one of the best companions of human beings. I wish this world is a “Global Village” in its true sense. No borders and no boundaries. How amazing this sounds….no border disputes, no wars between countries- not even Cold wars, no soldiers dying.

I dream that I’m air passing through the valleys, reaching the hill tops, spreading the aroma and absorbing Nature every second. Alas, it can’t happen. I just cannot flow like water, move like breeze nor conquer like fire.

Earth is divided into water and landmass. Land is further divided into Continents, Countries, States and so on and on……….Land for us is identified with boundaries. I do not know why there are so many bifurcations. But yet, I’m aware of a simple and lovely truth that travelling is one of the best ways to rejuvenate oneself and wander in free spirit.

Each land is filled with a fragrance of its own. The very smell of the land makes us relate it to its warmth nature. People of its land have many things to share about their land in a wonderful colloquial way. So in this part of my blog I would love to share few of my travel experiences. Travel in my words is moving out of our abode or home. A visit to the neighborhood bazaar (market) is also an effort to associate with the people and it is indeed travelling. So, the best part of travel and our association with land is- it starts the moment we enter this world and continues till the last breath.