Soliloquy

 🌅 Good evening, dear friends 🙏🌹.  With heartfelt appreciation for our revered Guru Maharaj, I'm thrilled to share the launch of my two English poetry collections, *Edges of Crescendo* and *Whispers of Dying Leaves*, at the Delhi World Book Fair (January 10th-18th, 2026).  These poems invite you to journey through nature's gentle solace, where rustling leaves reveal timeless wisdom and dawn's crescendos illuminate your soul's deepest truths. Join me on this transformative path where poetry comes alive. #PoetryLaunch #DelhiBookFair #SoulfulVerses

 

 

 

 Greetings on the Teachers Day friends 🙏🔏 "ज्ञान शिलाओं पर लिखा लेख नहीं है उस लेख की व्याख्या व अर्थ की जीवन संधि है" A heap of broken images come to my mind as I look at the Day. What do we celebrate the zipped mouths or the ripped persona. The teaching is not a level playing field with wide variety of students having strange inclinations, intelligence, backgrounds etc and connections (latest entrant). However, a great teacher knows that perfectionism kills creativity so sometimes omits a lot to let the originality pour out. We are all the poems that our teachers inspired us to write with a belief that one day we'll interpret & unfold ourselves beautifully before the World.  There is a big boom in the 'knowledge', percolating through every known medium, not essentially authentic, that in their cacophony the real knowledge is patiently waiting to be heard. There is so much we might know, that we perhaps ought to know, that it’s often easiest just to act as ...