Insight: We all are a part of one Universal Energy called God. For me I am one of the many who call Him "Shree Ram."
He sent us here, away from Him (only physically though) to learn from the mistakes, to spread His message and to witness His many miracles. He never bade us farewell but it was us who beneath all the masks and materialism forgot our true self.
I write this because I like many have been awakened, touched by reality and realized that "He loves me and accepts me even after all my mistakes." He by blessing me has given me yet another chance to make a little difference in His beautiful creation called World.
So I am writing what He has inspired in me- The hand may be mine but the ideas and words, the Truth in the sentences is all HIM.
He has blessed me again and again and I'm not the only one who can give a proof the only of that- because I'm just one of the many who has been touched.
Ramji (for me, for He has so many names) sent me here to do some tasks and learn from them; may be He punished me and now I'm here facing detention. Though I was not happy about the punishment, He knew I deserved it and it was a necessity. The separation was more painful for Him than it was to me,
But today when I remember the past and look at the present I feel nothing but purest form of gratitude and love and devotion. I feel Him close to me in each and every moment like I could reach up to Him in one moment, like I could embrace Him in one hug. I feel Him watching over me and I feel His love pouring out for me.
And in the end (as I wish it would end) I feel the separation is gonna end soon. He is as anxious for me to return Home as I am.
But I still have some few more miles to go- these miles are paths and tasks of my life. Some responsibilities that are on me to fulfill, some messages to spread, many lessons to learn, many deeds to perform. Many to love and many more to be made aware of 'Him'.
- POOJA A. SHRIVASTAVA
30th April 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
On Saying...
" Wise is the one who knows when not to say,
Honest is the one who knows what not to say,
and
Diplomat is the one one who knows how not say.."
- Pooja A. Shrivastava
Honest is the one who knows what not to say,
and
Diplomat is the one one who knows how not say.."
- Pooja A. Shrivastava
Friday, January 7, 2011
BEAUTIFUL....
Beautiful is the little shy bud,
Beautiful is the well blossomed flower.
Beautiful are the clear rain drops,
Beautiful are the lush green fields.
Beautiful is the twinkling sky,
Beautiful is the morning sun.
Beautiful was the past,
Beautiful is the present.
Beautiful is the instrument,
Beautiful is the music it plays.
Beautiful is the World,
Beautiful are the People on it...
- Pooja A. Shrivastava
Beautiful is the well blossomed flower.
Beautiful are the clear rain drops,
Beautiful are the lush green fields.
Beautiful is the twinkling sky,
Beautiful is the morning sun.
Beautiful was the past,
Beautiful is the present.
Beautiful is the instrument,
Beautiful is the music it plays.
Beautiful is the World,
Beautiful are the People on it...
- Pooja A. Shrivastava
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Memories for the future
a walk down the memory lane,
the insights of the lovely old days,
the innocence of the pranks-
proof the cherished past,
and the hope of a bright future-
...simply took away my present blues...
- PS
the insights of the lovely old days,
the innocence of the pranks-
proof the cherished past,
and the hope of a bright future-
...simply took away my present blues...
- PS
Friday, November 12, 2010
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