Even this will pass away..


Once in Persia reigned a king,

Who upon a signet ring

Carved a maxim strange and wise,

When held before his eyes,

Gave him counsel at a glance,

Fit for every change and chance:

Solemn words, and these were they:


Trains, of camel through the sand

Brought him gems from Samarkand;

Fleets of galleys over the seas

Brought him pearls to rival these,

But he counted little gain,

Treasures of the mine or main;

‘What is wealth?’ the king would say


‘Mid the pleasures of his court

At the zenith of their sport,

When the palms of all his guests

Burned with clapping at his jests,

Seated midst the figs and wine,

Said the king: ‘Ah, friends of mine,’

Pleasure comes but not to stay,


Woman, fairest ever seen

Was the bride he crowned as queen,

Pillowed on the marriage-bed

Whispering to his soul, he said

“Though no monarch ever pressed

Fairer bosom to his breast,

Mortal flesh is only clay!


Fighting on the furious field,

Once a javelin pierced his shield,

Soldiers with a loud lament

Bore him bleeding to his tortured side,

‘Pain is hard to bear,” he cried,

But with patience, day by day,


Towering in a public square

Forty cubits in the air,

And the king disguised, unknown,

Gazed upon his sculptured name,

And he pondered, “What is fame?’

Fame is but a slow decay!


Struck with palsy, sore and old,

Waiting at the gates of gold,

Said he with his dying breath

‘Life is done, but what is Death?”

Then as answer to the king

Fell a sunbeam on his ring;

Showing by a heavenly ray,


Theodore Tilten

The above poem gave me a indescribable amount of strength, and will to carry on, without which my life in my thirties …I may have not survived.

Even know as I read this it brings home the  nature of this life and sends tears to my eyes and a shiver up my spine…

Thought provoking quote from Sikh scriptures

“One was the time when the thoughts never came.

Another was the time when the desire welled up to do justice and good.

Then came a time when it was all steeped in the fire of desire and want of all things,

That is all that the youth had tried to conquer and destroy and overcome.

Know the time has come to reflect on what has happened.

And after drawing the conclusion the time has come to depart.

But what use…. The time never came for the achievement of perfection.

Or was it that one never took the chance though it was there?”

I read the above 8 lines in a notebook. They were copied from the Sikh holy scriptures “The  Guru Granth Sahib” . I read them in my teens and vowed I would NOT be that person “who never took that chance”.

I was a typical nosey little sister who dared to go through her brother’s notebook. The brother who had been the naughtiest and nastiest brother in town  it seemed. And here were these words that he’d written/copied that were so deep and so inspiring for me as to how I should live …

It was after that I started to love him unconditionally… Anyway I took (stole) his little blue note book and I have still got it! 🙂

A beautiful prayer

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life

I read the above at the age of sixteen in a Christian Card shop. The words of St Francis of Assisi seemed so “Me”..They were my idea of who I was and wanted to be…

Be Just And Fear Not

Be Just And Fear Not

These were the words on the teacups I drank out of every morning before going to school. My father brought them from a market we (my sister and brothers) as kids called  katchra market..meaning cheap junk market. It was just an ordinary open market…..My high caste position in India was still embedded into my psyche and I looked down on the life I found myself experiencing…

I am extremely grateful for the Mantra like effect these words had on me from my early teens.

Lone dog

Here’s another poem from my childhood days..

I’M a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;

I’m a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;

I’m a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;

I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.

I’ll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,

A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat,

Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,

But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick, and hate.

Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,

Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.

O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,

Wide wind, and wild stars, and hunger of the quest!

God be in my head

God be in my head, and in my understanding;
God be in my eyes, and in my looking;
God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;
God be in my heart, and in my thinking;
God be at my end, and at my departing.

I read the above in a poetry book at school at the age of eight/ nine.

We had just come from India to live in England and I was bullied and beaten mercilessly.

I could not for the life of me understand the hatred and disgust some of the white kids would beam at me as they spat out the word Paki. The Black kids would do the same except the word was Khoolie and the two other Indian girls who could speak English  fluently would actually pay (with sweets and money) other kids to bully me however they fancied.

One of them one day just for the hell of it poked me with a pencil in my arm. It somehow got tattooed on my arm… I still have a black spot there 42 years later. These and a few very personal experiences taught me there is no such thing as “Your own Kind”. There is Ignorance or there is Light. That’s it.

I vowed I would always rise above this type of behaviour, stick up for the “underdog”…and find strength in Love/God.

This attitude/passion has served me well in this life as it has been the greatest spiritual teacher. That is not to say it has not come with pain…It has come with IMMENSE pain because humanity is sometimes so far from love…

It seems… Humanity’s understanding of love, respect, responsibility appears to be at a most primitive state. A state in which I feel uncomfortable and a misfit.

The present  interpretation of religions by much of humanity does nothing to stem  the leaking of love out of our bodies and its replacement with fear, hate and ignorance.

Words that formed me-1

Ik o’nkaar  – God is One

Sat-naam   – Of  True  Name

karta-purkh   – The Creator

Nir-bhau    – The Fearless

Nir-vair   – Without Enmity

Akaal-moorat – The Immortal

Ajooni   – The Unborn

Sai-bha’ng  – Self-illuminated

Gur-parsaad – By the grace of the Guru

Jap   – Recite

Aad-sach   – True in the beginning

Jugaad-sach  – True through ages

hai bhi sach  – True at present

Nanak hosi bhi sach – Nanak says True for always

This prayer/Mool mantra has run through my physical and spiritual veins from my conception and besides other things it taught me 2 very important feelings to always gravitate towards and nurture in myself and those around me.

To not hate

To be fearless

My moto is to practice this where it counts, where I may have to stick my neck out or stand alone. To not hate or fear is me being the person I can respect. Anything less is…just not worth thinking about.