“What’s life’s purpose?”, you ask my view, In replying to your query, I say this to you: “It’s to be a mere instrument of God’s will, This is the way our life’s purpose to fulfill.”

Of what use to You could I be This new day, please tell me.

“If no work I give, just sit with Me, Let’s enjoy each other’s company.”

Try as much as we can We can’t fathom His plan, Strange it is, a mystery grand, That we can only dimly understand.

Listen and obey To what He may say. Hear and then do As He tells you to.

There’s nothing whatever that you need to do, Only allow for things to happen through you.

At last, I turned away from the din And found You right here, within!

It’s truly astonishing, is it not, That our every single thought, And each word which we say, And every deed we do today, Our own destiny does dictate, Shaping thus our eternal fate!

Sleep: A form of death that’s very short, Death: A form of sleep that won’t ever abort.

Where I am, why should I care, As long as I know You’re there?

When the time arrives to depart, On our finishing playing our part, And as we are being taken away, Maybe in joy we’ll cry, ‘Hurray!”

When inside my mind You I can always find, No need at all is there For me to search elsewhere!

Not far from where I presently stay is a residential Home for mentally-challenged people. Occasionally, I drop by there for a short while if I plan to attend a programme at a cultural centre located just adjacent to it. Generally, I take along with me some eatables—most often, biscuits—to be shared as a gift for the members of the Home. Recently, I was in the Home, intending to spend some time there before going across to the nearby cultural centre for an event. I was sitti

“Love, not hate, this life I made, And My world, where you now parade, They’re good, not bad, this please know, As one day to you I'll clearly show. "This life you might sometimes detest, But know it’s surely for your best. I know that’s not always how you feel, But this to You one day I'll reveal. Yes, one day, when the time is right, All good it’ll appear in your sight.”

From Him we came, to Him we’ll return, Then from Him we’ll be made to earn Just recompense for our deeds on Earth, Since when here He made us take birth, Right till when here we breathe our last, Our full stay on Earth, this entire past. Maybe that’s what this brief life is for, No need is there to say anything more.

The only thing for you to attain Is to not come back here again.

It could well be the case That the look of our face And our body’s shape and size Are all a result (so I surmise) Of the vibrations we generate, That from within us emanate, So that winsome, ugly or plain, By this theory we can explain.

Happiness really is a choice, So, let us choose to rejoice!

To her friend she gently said: “Please get this into your head: Your mind now please expand, And this point well understand: God’s not just in some place far (That’s an old tale most bizarre!). He’s everywhere, in You as well, So it is I’ve heard wise folks tell. Directly with Him you can converse, So why suppose you must rehearse That ancient tome that poses to be His very last word to all humanity, As if the Lord has turned so weak That He’s no longer able to speak! “Sit

Moment-to-moment You provide Your guidance to us from inside.