Friday, December 24, 2010

What Abraham Lincoln said...


Abraham Lincoln said, “Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.” Now this is another of those fully loaded statements, which has many times stuff than it seems to point out apparently. May be it is the way we would like to interpret it for our convenience! Often it is just a play of words that is needed for success to succeed. This success required for us to be successful comes through successful attempts that lead to success.
What Lincoln says can be taken as a lesson of patience. Just give it a thought – Would you have the patience to sharpen the axe for four hours? I’m already having second thoughts!!!
Sharpening of axe is the preparatory period – a time when we need to plan for our later actions. It is this planning if done carefully, patiently and with precision, devotion, earnest intentions and concentration, can help us reap us fruits of success.
Patience and planning are the perfect ingredients of a success story. Many of us would be familiar with a story we heard or read in our childhood – ‘The Hen that Laid Golden Eggs’. The farmer didn’t have the patience; he was blinded by his extreme greed. Apart from that what added to his misery was his poor planning. He could have enjoyed the luxury of having an egg of gold daily. But he failed miserably and ended up being empty-handed.
In the twenty first century, man has made his life so rapid paced that he wants everything he wants at his disposal in no time, that is, within the time taken for batting of an eyelid. They adopt shortcuts for achieving their dreams. The X-generation doesn’t want to ‘waste’ time on paving way to their dream goals.
Here what comes to my mind is the incident that happened in the life of two college-going friends, X and Y. There was a basic difference in their attitude towards life. X believed in planning for whatever he had to do. It was ingrained in his habits that he prepared a ‘to-do list’ for each day. Y would often mock at this habit of his friend. He termed it as something very kiddish. He was of the view that we can remember what we are to do according to our needs and that we can decide on the spur of the moment. Within two years of his leaving college, he established himself as a successful architect. But Y was still on the lookout for a job and was almost frustrated at not being able to carve out a niche for himself in the professional field. What I wanted to convey by quoting this anecdote was that it was the variation of their outlook and approach towards life that led to totally contrasting results for both of them. It is very important to mention here that both had similar intellectual capacities. They possessed a good knowledge about their subject and also had the skills to apply that knowledge practically. In other words, they had all that it takes to be successful in one’s respective field.
I wonder if I lost track of what Lincoln’s quote conveys. But anyway it was just a stream of thoughts that brought me to the point where I am going to end my post. Now I myself am guilty of not having planned before writing this post and look where it has brought me!
Now I should better hold my tongue, rather restrict my hands from typing or I’ll have to chew my words! And that is the toughest thing to digest!!!

Monday, November 08, 2010

Words are all I have

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Someone said, "Take these words and do what you want to do with them." Now this was something I never expected. Normally words come out so spontaneously that I hardly have to look other quarters for some help. But now I had my hands full with this gift of words. And I had to do something with them.
I always say that words are all I have. They come so easy when it comes to expressing myself in writing. But often it happens that we feel tongue-tied. And that too even when mind is so full of thoughts. This is the exact situation I was in when I received this unique gift.
I took hold of my pen and then it began to flow smoothly onto the blank page in front of me. I had to ink in the tale of life on this empty canvas. And then a word picture emerged. It was my story, a story of how my life changed one day suddenly. It would never be the same again. And was I happy! I was on cloud nine...and the story ended happily with love showering its blessings forever.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

'Pages of Life' - my first book

Dear Readers
Thank you all for your continuous support. I am indebted to you all for your encouraging feedback, for inspiring me to write more and also giving me an opportunity to improve myself.
I feel elated to announce that my first book, an anthology of poems entitled 'Pages of Life' is out now. This has been my dream project. Now I present it in your hands to judge it.


The book is priced at Rs. 100. It will be available at a discounted price of Rs. 90. Postage is free within India. National and International readers kindly drop a line at: amritbir159@gmail.com
for any further clarification or details.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Stop Existing, Start Living!


All of the animals except for man know that the principle business of life is to enjoy it.
~Samuel Butler

How well said! We and tend to live life by years and not in moments. Life is not all living a lifetime, the essence lies in living a lifetime in each moment. Enjoy each day to the fullest. It is often said that live each day as if it were your last. I say, live each day as if it were your whole life. This might prove to be a more positive approach towards life in general.
If we consider death as the end of life, we are being apprehensive towards the inevitable future. But if we enjoy the bliss of life in breathing in a lungful of fresh air free of any smoke etc., if we find extreme joy in the chirpings and twitterings in morning fresh breeze, if we can spread cheer around, if we can make at least one crying person smile, if we can do justice to the deserving being deprived of the things that the undeserving have in plenty, if we can laugh at the joke which targets us, if we can just be ourselves at all times, if we don't exhibit a poker-faced personality....then we can say we are living in the real sense of the term. Otherwise we'll be merely existing!!!
So better wake up and start living...stop existing!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Follow your dreams!



We all have a God residing within us, who listens to our prayers and grants them. All that we need to do is just listen to Him and follow our heart. Don't kill your emotions, feelings and intutions...have the heart to pursue your dreams and you'll certainly reach somewhere one day.

© Amritbir Kaur

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Be Positive: the glass is always half full

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“Life is never so bad that it cannot get worse”, this is what Bill Watterson had to say about life in his famous cartoon strip ‘Calvin and Hobbes’. The message is of sheer optimism. The glass is always half full’ and ‘every cloud has a silver lining’ are age old adages used very frequently to imply hope, optimism and positive thinking.
Robert Browning, the famous English poet, known for his optimism went on to say, “God’s in his heaven; all’s right with the world”. The basic idea behind being optimistic is that we shouldn’t think that life doesn’t offer the ‘undo’ or ‘redo’ options as a computer keyboard does. Rather, take life to be clay and yourself to be a sculptor, who moulds the clay into the desired shape. Believe that you make your own life. But if you fail or face disappointment, modify the shape of the clay or remould it. Don’t consider a failure, dejection or disappointment as an end. Rather take it as a new beginning:
“I rise I awake
to a new beginning
from this end starts
an endless journey.”     © Amritbir Kaur

You must have all heard about the oasis, which is a green area in a desert. Now if we compare the desert to our life: while journeying through the vast deserts of life if we hope to find an oasis the journey would be all the more beautiful and life more lovable.
I would love to tag here one of my poems on optimism: I STILL BELIEVE

Monday, August 23, 2010

My Thoughts

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What if I am nobody, what if I am just a common silly little creature..lingering around in this world. Sometimes I even ask myself, what am I doing, where I am, who I am...and then suddenly I see myself standing there: amidst the dense forest, by the side of a lake flowing from beneath the shed autumn leaves, listening to the beautiful song of a nightingale...I travel for a while, just to be myself, just to be with myself.

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Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Mantra of Successful Relationships - Part IV

TO BEGIN WITH: THIS POST IS FOURTH IN THIS SERIES. IN CASE YOU HAVE MISSED THE EARLIER ONES, HERE THEY ARE:
THE MANTRA OF SUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIPS - PART I
THE MANTRA OF SUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIPS - PART II
THE MANTRA OF SUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIPS - PART III

Today's discussion is about arguments and quarrels.
Often we use the words argument and quarrel interchangeably. But what we need to understand that there is a thin line of difference between the both. We often assume that when we have an argument with a person, we are actually fighting with him/her. But this is not the case actually.
Quarrels, without doubt, weaken the foundation of a strong relationship. They are never something good. An argument on a topic is when both the partners are debating their own point of view. Both try to convince the other. Trying convince the other is not bad as long as the arguments presented in favour of one point of view are valid and strong.
Things go out of hand when arguments tend to go off track. This happens when both the persons involved start accusing and abusing each other; the content of their interaction is no longer related to the subject about which they began, in the first place.

SO DON'T LET YOUR ARGUMENTS TURN INTO QUARRELS. BUT AT THE SAME TIME KEEP THE ARGUMENTS ALSO TO A BARE MINIMUM.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

My First Book - 'Pages of Life'

My first book: an anthology of poems entitled 'Pages of Life' will be out very soon, it is under publication. This book has been a dream for me. It is for the readers to judge whether the poems were worth publication or not but I cherished that dream for long and now I'm happy to see it come true.
How wonderful it is to see your dreams come true!!!  :)

P.S. The picture here is the title of the book and the photo is  my original, that is, my photography.....so don't you dare copy it ... LOL

Sunday, June 20, 2010

The Ending of an Unknown Search

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Sometimes we don't even know that we are searching for something. We only realise it when that discreet, undisclosed and the unknown search ends with the discovery of that something. And it is a sense of fulfillment that gives you immense pleasure. We feel as if we have completed ourselves in a very important way. Life becomes all the more meaningful.
The search I am talking about is, as I said, for something unknown. But we can say that it is related to our deepest desires. It is like discovering our own 'utopia'. We all live in a world of dreams and we all wish to see them come alive some day. And it is at such a moment that we enjoy like the flight of a bird. This seemingly endless pursuit gives us a sense of freedom - a freedom from the chains that bind, from the feelings that all our dreams have been in vain, from the cobwebs of our heart, and freedom from the negativity of emotions.
A feeling of freedom is there because at times we have had experienced a fear in our heart that our dream is actually utopian and it goes without saying that we cannot think of achieving that. But the unexpected always happens! Keep trying...don’t give up, because you might get that dream material from the most unexpected quarters at the most unexpected time.
So the motto is as I always say, KEEP GOING...you never know what life has in store for you...but one thing is for sure that with your optimistic approach, you won’t end up with nothing!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Writing an Epitaph...shocked??

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Epitaph may be seen as something that continues to live on even after a person has died. It is just like what we leave behind....I was reminded of John Keats’ epitaph: “Here lies the one whose name was writ in water.” Though Keats did not create something new for his epitaph, yet he used the idea contained in the lines written by Beaumont and Fletcher in their play ‘Philaster’. Keats’ epitaph led me to search for some more interesting epitaphs. Some of the brilliant ones I would like to share here:
• “A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not enough.” – This is the line written on Alexander the Great’s grave but the author is unknown.
• “That’s all folks”, is what Melvin Jerome “Mel” Blanc, an American voice actor and comedian, chose to write for his epitaph. This line was the trademark line of cartoon character Porky Pig, whose voice was provided by Blanc for many years.
• “This is the last of Earth! I am content!” – It was John Quincy Adams, an American lawyer, diplomat and a politician, who wrote this wonderful statement for himself.
• “Called back”, is what the famous American author Emily Dickinson wrote as her epitaph.
Reading all these and many more, I was wondering if I was given a chance what I would like my epitaph to be. A tough task! But then an interesting one...after all, we would all love to leave behind footprints. We all would love to be remembered when we depart and that too in a special way.
Now I had a task at hand, I had to think of an epitaph for myself (though I know I would never get an opportunity to use that epitaph because that is not a part of my culture and religion). So let me think what I would like to include....
It would be something like:
•No matter what you do, you have to lick dust finally!
•Returning to dust? Nah!!! I’ll be back again to haunt you :)
•See you again! Till then don’t rest in peace that I have gone!!!
•I hope I am still there in your memories! May be a trace only!
•A space in your heart is all I want!
•Have I earned this place??? Oh yes, I sacrificed my life for this.
I couldn’t shortlist one out of those mentioned above. May be till I need them I am able to zero in on just one of them. So keeping my fingers crossed till then...that is because I don’t want to use them so soon; I still want to do many things...still want to make more efforts to realise my dreams, still want to do things that are somewhat incomplete.....I have miles to go before I sleep...

Friday, June 11, 2010

A Thank You Note!



It has been three years since I started my blog ‘Literary Jewels’. For the first time I made a post on 15 May, 2007. Since then it has been a memorable journey of 295 posts till now. And I have loved writing all of them! A very important part has been the comments I received from my readers. They have given me the much needed reinforcement, motivation and inspiration to move forward. I would like to thank my readers, who have kept me going.
When I first started writing this blog and was looking for ways to promote it, I came across one suggestion that we should comment on other blogs to make our presence felt. And it was also suggested as one way of attracting comments from other readers. Now after having gained three years of experience, I have formed my own opinions. There have been people who commented only when I did that (Pardon me for saying so but that has been true in some cases and I have no ill-will against them). But more importantly I discovered that there are a few readers, who commented regularly without my doing the same on their blog. Believe me this was not a deliberate attempt to stay away from their blogs. There has been a time when I did not devote much time commenting on other blogs, even I spent very less time reading their blog posts (though I really wanted to do that but somehow couldn’t spare much time). It was during that time I noticed this thing. I am especially grateful to them, for their selfless feedback. By writing this I fear I am running the risk of losing some of my readers. But then it was a heartfelt desire to mention it here. And I would like to add again that I am grateful to all my readers. Here I must mention those readers too who do not leave behind their footprints when they visit my blog. Then there have been ones who left anonymous comments. All those readers have all contributed in their own unique way to encourage me to keep this blog running.
I am very thankful to my words...yes, my words. After all, they are not wholly my slaves; I too am equally dependant on them to express myself. I have loved my blog ever since I started it. I say this because this has been a brilliant platform for my thoughts, ideas, feelings and expressions. My words have been my best friends – without any demands, without any complaints; being something on which I could depend without any doubt.
Once again I would like to say 'Thank You' to one and all who contributed their bit...I loved my journey throughout, and hope to continue to do so!!!

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Best Friend (Story)


Today it was Ammu’s turn to vent out her pent up feelings. She had been a patient listener to her friend just a day before. Having someone to listen to gives such a nice feeling – even if it’s only a nod – just a nod too could work wonders at times. Fighting back the tears in her eyes with a forced smile Ammu went on to say, “I always used to tell myself ‘Life goes on’. Very often I reminded myself – doesn’t matter if the tune turns awry, the music goes on’. Look where I have landed now!” Silence prevailed but she perceived a nod from her friend...how consoling it was for her!
“I never expected this from myself. Inspite of firmly believing the philosophy of ‘life goes on’, I still see myself standing at the same place. Yesterday I found that I had not moved an inch.”

“Ammu come have your lunch”, Mom’s voice called out.

“Not yet hungry Mom”, pat came Ammu’s reply.

“Don’t delay too much”, the mother again reminded. Ammu could sense a tone of worry in her mother’s voice but she did not feel like having a morsel even, so tried to console her mother with a reluctant “Okay”.
Then falling back into the same stream of thought, she continued, “At times I just wish to be myself...with nothing to be done, nothing around me and nobody near”. At this point of time, Ammu was on the verge of breaking down but that magical smile did the trick! She flashed that million dollar smile to fight back those tears.
Just then a loud thunder was heard outside, and a sudden flash of lightening added to momentary glow to the gloomy atmosphere of her room.
At times Ammu felt that what she was indulging in was more of a monologue but then she had a feeling of satisfaction of having given vent to her most innermost desires, the pain of her shattered dreams, the disappointment of the paths that turned topsy-turvy...Today her best friend had been there to listen to her – a friend, who had always been there when she needed the most.
Having said all that, now she was ready to fly again – she felt the butterfly feeling, the wind in her wings and her dreams began to gain colour once again...she is ready to bounce back till she crash lands again...”This is how life goes on”, Ammu said, and planted a kiss on her diary while closing it for the day – after all, that was her best friend!

P.S. This is my first attempt at writing a story. Although I wouldn't exactly call this a story, yet it most closely resembled a story :)
So kindly bear with me :)))))

Friday, June 04, 2010

A Prayer (poem)

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God give me the courage
to surge ahead
and not inch forward
towards the long lost dreams;
a chance to fulfill
my cherished dreams,
and wipe away the broken bits.
Reaffirm the faith in man,
of man’s goodness and goodwill.
Give me the wisdom to know
what is right,
and mettle to mend the wrong.
Let me not fall flat
on the mountains of hope,
let me see the light bright
at the end of the dark, dreary tunnel.
Give me the days when I am
unfazed by the obstacles,
unmoved by the setbacks,
and unscathed by the stones thrown.
Let me just move on...

© Amritbir Kaur

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Another Take on Life...


Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't.
~Richard Bach
Often when I get up in the morning, there is a conflict in my mind – to enjoy the day or to make something worthwhile out of it. This is actually what I term as a conflict between head and heart. But then this is what we all face often during the day – especially during vacations :D
Jokes apart let’s do some serious thinking about life. We say life is so simple, then why can’t we understand it??? But then why do we need to make special efforts to understand, because the moment we feel we have understood it, it would take a u-turn – God changes the question paper the moment we believe we have found out the answers.
Our life doesn’t owe us anything; instead we owe many things to life. Throughout our life we struggle just to ‘be’. And still we cannot be where we want to be! Life is a beautiful a melody, only that the lyrics are a bit messed up. But if we have a perfectly made song, who would aspire for something higher than that! And life would be just like a stagnant pool of water, wanting to move but with nowhere to go. It is the courage to move ahead that keeps us going and that is what differentiates a person from others.
F. Scott Fitzgerald very beautifully remarked, “Life was a damned muddle - a football game with everyone offside and the referee gotten rid of - everyone claiming the referee would have been on his side.” But then life cannot be lived on assumptions…in life there not only ifs, every ‘if’ is accompanied by a ‘but’. Now if I go on writing this post you all will be bored probably, but then I cannot go on and on like that…see here too, if and but :)

Monday, May 31, 2010

Kamala Das' THE RAIN

The Rain

We left that old ungainly house
When my dog died there, after
The burial, after the rose
Flowered twice, pulling it by its
Roots and carting it with our books,
Clothes and chairs in a hurry.
We live in a new house now,
And, the roofs do not leak, but, when
It rains here, I see the rain drench
That empty house, I hear it fall
Where my puppy now lies,
Alone..
(From ‘Only The Soul Knows How To Sing’)

The famous poet Kamala Das’ first death anniversary falls on 31 May. She died at the age of 75. Here I am presenting one of her poems as a tribute to this legendary Indian English writer. I found this poem very thoughtful and full of emotions. That is why I am sharing it here.

The last word of the poem ‘Alone...’ says it all. This is the most brilliant aspect of poetry...one word is so powerful that it alone says more than a complete sentence. Let's all enjoy the beauty of this verse as a tribute to the poetess.

Food for Thought


I have often been asked as to what my source of writing is. My spontaneous answer is, “I write whatever enters into the realm of my silly little mind and heart.” Having been confronted with question once again, I glanced within myself to look for a more satisfactory answer.
Life has been called a huge canvas. This statement could be interpreted in two ways. In one sense, life is a blank canvas onto which we are to splash colours according to our ideas, thoughts and aspirations. In another sense of the term, life is a canvas that presents before us a host of hues to ponder upon. It is a chain reaction actually – picking up one colour from life’s broad canvas and creating one’s picture with it.
Experiences are also a major source of creations. But we need not experience all the things ourselves. What is required is a heart that can feel what a human might feel in a particular situation, may be a painful or a joyful experience. Instead of a thinking head, it is the thinking heart that is likely to result in a “spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings recollected in tranquility”, as Wordsworth rightly remarked about poetry.
A common complaint that all parents must be having with their kids these days is that they waste so much time over ‘SMSing’. True! Time is spent but I feel it is not totally wasted – now you might consider it as an attempt to save myself :) But many a times it has happened that an SMS has proved to be food for thought for my ideas starved mind. On this note I would like to share a few thoughtful messages:
“People say they love rain,
But when it rains, they use an umbrella.
People say they love the sun but when it shines they search for the shade.
People say they love the wind but when it is windy, they close their windows.
That is why I get scared when people say ‘They love me’. “

“When we care for a person, their mistakes never change our feelings because it’s the mind that is angry while the heart still loves them.”

“There are times I find my hands full of friends. I want to hold them hard as I fear that I’ll lose them. But then I tend to laugh when I realize that they are the ones holding me.”

So the essence is to keep looking for inspiration from wherever you can…and keep going! Keep writing!

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Before the beginning of years....(Swinburne)


A.C. Swinburne (1837-1909), a famous English poet, was known for his works like: ‘Atalanta in Claydon’ (1865), Poems and Ballads I (1866), Songs Before Sunrise (1871), ‘Poems and Ballads II (1878), ‘Tristram of Lyonesse’ (1882), ‘Poems and Ballads III’ (1889) and the novel ‘Lesbia Brandon (published posthumously). But my purpose is not to quote his biographical details. I wished to share an extract from Swinburne’s famous ‘Atalanta in Claydon’. The following are the lines mouthed by the Chorus:
“BEFORE the beginning of years
There came to the making of man
Time, with a gift of tears;
Grief, with a glass that ran;
Pleasure, with pain for leaven;
Summer, with flowers that fell;
Remembrance fallen from heaven,
And madness risen from hell;
Strength without hands to smite;
Love that endures for a breath;
Night, the shadow of light,
And life, the shadow of death.
And the high gods took in hand
Fire, and the falling of tears,
And a measure of sliding sand
From under the feet of the years;
And froth and drift of the sea;
And dust of the labouring earth;
And bodies of things to be
In the houses of death and of birth...”

Wonderful!!! Loved every word of it! How truly the poet has depicted the philosophy of life, the short-lived nature of all goodies of life. We are here on this Earth for a while – and to balance and counter-balance all the pleasant things and bounties that life offers us. The poet mentions time and tears, pleasure and pain, summer with falling flowers, life with the shadow of death…and so on.
The depth of thought makes the lines all the more beautiful. It is the profoundness of thought and emotions that endeared me to this verse. I do hope you enjoy going through these lines and let us all attempt to interpret in a better way.

Friday, May 28, 2010

The Lessons of Life

We all try to learn new lessons from our experiences – whether good or bad, each day teaches a new lesson. Each moment the life is new. But we try to keep on holding the reins of our past, even when the horse is gone. In the meanwhile, we miss hiring a new horse. This is to say, while we are too busy holding on to our past, we miss the opportunities that future offers us. The first thing we need to keep in mind is that whatever we do leaves an indelible mark in our lives. No matter how much we believe in the policy of forgive and forget, at some point of time we can find some obscure traces in our mind that flash before our eyes unannounced. But at the same time our focus should be in conditioning our mind in such a way that we write off the memories of bad deeds that someone has done towards us. Not only this, we should also delete from our memory the good deeds that we have done for others. This would mean we are not troubling ourselves by bothering for the returns. “Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die tomorrow”, said James Dean.
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Some readers might feel this was an abrupt end to this post...but my mind stopped with this thought...so let me cherish this dream forever...while you move on...

Monday, May 24, 2010

The Wisdom

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“God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.”

(‘The Serenity Prayer’ by Reinhold Niebuhr)

If someone asked me whether it is Reinhold Niebuhr praying or I am, I would have definitely replied, “I am praying using Niebuhr’s words.” Actually these lines are one of the most wonderful prayers I have ever come across (and this is totally my personal experience, you might disagree).
I can very well imagine the situation if God grants me that prayer – wisdom to differentiate between things that I cannot change and those that I can. Life would be all the more easier and smoother. But then why would God do that!!! This complexity of life is what gives life its mysterious character.
We often are entangled in trying to change the things that are not under our control. And at times we simply give in to our fate when we could modify it. We simply lack the courage to do that.
Life often presents such situation before us that is not very easy to comprehend. And we are simply lost in trying to make out what life has in store for us. But then as they say, life is like an onion, you peel off layer by layer to find that there’s nothing remaining in it.
Sometimes the onion might cause tears in your eyes. But then onions are meant to do that, isn’t it??? Fighting back the tear and hiding them behind your smile is the essence of life. This is what gives us the courage to move ahead...life goes on!

“If God answers all your prayers he is increasing you faith,
if He delays, he is increasing your patience,
if He doesn’t answer, He knows you can handle it perfectly.”     (anonymous)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Still there...

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This is not a regular post. It is just to remind my readers that I am still alive!!! Not to be seen very often on my blog these days but still there...with words stuck somewhere in my heart, sometimes refusing to come out and at times playing hide and seek. There have been times when I felt words tossing and turning inside. But they refused to come out. Then there was a time when I wanted to pen down something but the thoughts refused to be bound into words. But I would be posting very soon... and also try to maintain my regularity, not only because of the readers who wait for my posts (I do hope that there are some!!!) but also because I write for myself. I need to express myself and what could be a better way than using the ever-uncomplaining and patiently listening words.
I still have a long way to, I have to fulfill the promises I made to myself:

But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.


Sunday, May 09, 2010

A Pledge on this Mother's day

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Mother is one such person who can understand our silence and our thoughts even when we cannot speak as toddlers. But when we grow up we start grumbling, “You don’t know anything, you don’t understand me...” Do we mean that???
And if we really mean that...shame on us! We must think twice when we utter these words again.
Tenneva Jordan rightly said, “A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.” How often have I seen that happen I know!!! We all have had such experiences, after all, there are certain universal traits of a mother.
One more pertinent question that I would like to raise on mother’s day is: Why do we need to have old age homes? I think they are a blot on our society. Let’s pledge today to make our hearts more spacious even if our homes are not. Amen!

Sunday, May 02, 2010

The Music goes on... (a poem)


Life is beautiful
I say, lost in thought
my dreams vibrant
my paths green:
the flowers blooming
each day glowing.
Soon winds change
sea turns stormy;
and decaying flowers:
telling tales of lost spring
it was the last lesson I learnt
of truths hitherto untold.
Mysteries stood unraveled
the realities revealed…
Joy and pain swapped places
destination did a vanishing act,
Does life go on then? I ask.
May be when
tune turns awry
the music goes on…
But oh the difference!


© Amritbir Kaur

A Genius says Goodbye! (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)

Gabriel García Marquez, the great Latin American writer, said goodbye to the public life in 2008 due to complications in his health: lymphatic cancer. He sent a letter to his friends.
Here are the wonderful thoughts:

“If for an instant God forgot that
I am just a puppet, and He gave me one more piece of life,
I would take advantage of that time, the best I could.”

I would probably not say everything I think,
but definitely think all I say.



I would value things not for what they are worth,
but for what they represent.



I would sleep less and dream more.
For every minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.


I would continue where others have stopped
and I would rise when others sleep.


If God allowed me one more piece of life, I would dress simpler,
would wallow in the sunlight, leaving uncovered,
not only my body but also my soul.


I would prove to men how wrong they are to think that
they stop falling in love as they get older,
since they actually start getting older as soon as they stop falling in love.


I would give wings to the children,
but I would leave the child alone
so that he could learn how to fly on his own.


To the old, I would show them
how death comes not with the ageing process but with forgetting.


So many things I have learned from you….
I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain,
forgetting that is how we climb is all that matters.


I have learned that when a newborn grabs his father’s thumb,
he takes a hold on him forever.


I have learned that a man has the right to look down on somebody,
only when he is helping him to get up.


So many things I have learned from all of you.



Always tell, what you feel and do what you think.





If I knew that today it would be the last time that I will see you,
I will embrace you strongly to be the guardian of your soul.


If I would know that these would be the last minutes
that I will see you, I would say to you
“I love you” and wouldn´t assume that you would know it.


There is always morning where life gives us
another opportunity to make things good.


Keep always close to you, your dear ones, and tell them
how much you need them and love and take care of them.
Take time to say, “I am sorry”, “forgive me”, “please,”
“ thank you” and all the nice and lovely words you know.


Nobody would remember you if you keep your thoughts secret.
Force yourself to express them.

Show your friends and dear ones how much you care about them.


P.S. Most of you must have already read this inpiring piece but I couldn't control myself from sharing it here..the inspiration that we can get from these wonderful lines is soemthing we cannot ignore no matter how hard we try. The lines seem to carry the essence of human life. The lines also reminded me of the famous poem 'If' by Rudyard Kipling.
I do hope that you enjoyed the presentation just as a short journey of life....good luck

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Power of Expression


Pic src: Jumbled words

I have often reiterated in my poems and otherwise also, how beautiful a thing silence is! But then the importance of expression cannot be undermined. Sometimes we need to say the thing to get the message across. An ice-breaker is needed at times. Recently, I read a small story somewhere that I would like to quote here: “Two teardrops were flowing down a river. The first was that of a boy, who loved but never expressed. The other was of the girl, who was waiting for him.” This was meant to convey the idea that pouring our heart out is of the utmost importance at times. Keeping mum won’t do!
Even for the smooth functioning of a relationship we need the power of words. If you won’t say it, you won’t know it. We can only find an answer when we utter the question, when we  know that there is an answer to our question, when we know that we have a way to find an answer to that question...I could go on and on..but then we need to stop somewhere. This is what we call power of words - using the right words at the right time. This also includes not avoiding to use them when need be.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Some words.... (a poem)



Turning the pages of life
I found some words
half-baked,
some half-erased
others half-written.
Of some tales
only the beginning...
of others the end missing.
Alas! Some words still unsaid
some lost in the deluge.
Some fell on deaf ears
some left hearts untouched
some hold my heart in place
some try breaking it
but words are there
some half-erased,
some half-written.

© Amritbir Kaur

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Random Thoughts


Whatever we possess, we earn for ourselves. It is our actions that speak for themselves. We do not have to shout from rooftops what our accomplishments are; they need to have some strength in themselves to stand without any support. There is one funny definition of a politician: "A politician is a person who promises to build a bridge where there is no water." Now this is something the politicians have earned for themselves!!!
When we say that there is rampant corruption around us, it is because we deserve that. It is we who have cultivated the habit of getting our work done after we pay bribe. Then we blame the government very conveniently, without paying the least attention to the fact that it is not the PM or CM who are there to take the bribe. The officials take because we offer them.
Then comes the question of carving out an identity for ourselves. A person is just a speck in this world...an unknown speck lost in the sands of time. But every drop counts after all, and making the drop count is exactly what we can call carving out an identity.
No matter how many roadblocks you face, don’t stop.
“My mind tells me to give up, but my heart won't let me.” So as I always say....KEEP GOING !!!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

When I am not there... (a poem)


When the visage fades away
the words die down,
memories gather dust
and I waste away;
then, my dear
remember me...
Just a stray thought
in your heart’s lonely corner,
and loneliness will go away.
I would cherish that one corner
in your heart
for a while,
then to disappear
may be forever...
© Amritbir Kaur

Monday, April 05, 2010

Silent Time

pic src: Silence

We all love to talk. We all would admire people who listen to us intently. But have we ever asked ourselves…Do we listen to others? Are we just as patient listeners as we want others to be?
Many a times we would fail to come up with a satisfactory answer. That is because we all love to be heard but don’t want to bother our ear buds or give our minds a shake in trying to grab what the other person is trying to convey.
We are poor listeners so to say. One more related concept is that of silent time. We should be aware that our body and heart talk with us. If I were to ask the question: Do we try to understand what they want to say? I would see only few nods in answer to this question. That is because we are so engrossed with external disturbances that we don’t find any time to lend an ear to our inner self. We are made deaf with the noises of the modern materialistic world that our ears have got used to not paying heed to sounds of other humans and also internal humming made by our sweet little heart!!! And remember we don’t need a stethoscope for that!!! It is simple, direct talk without any hypocrisy, without any malice…sans all selfishness, if only we have that discerning ear to listen to that!
I think I have often written in many ways that silence is a wonderful form of communication. Try spending some time with yourself. You will discover a new YOU…with all new enthusiasm, with a recharged vigour to face life courageously again…no matter how much other people try to pull you down, no matter how painful the journey might have been, no matter how heartless people might have been earlier…you are ready to face it all over again, with a fresh hope that life won’t be the same again:
What if I can’t have
what I wish to,
I still can achieve
what I aspire to.
(Lines taken from my poem ‘What If’)
© Amritbir Kaur

Monday, March 29, 2010

Never give up...

"It's hard to wait around for something you know will never happen
but it’s even harder to give up especially when it's everything you ever wanted."

What a wonderful thought! It has some universal applicability, in the sense that it can be applied to many situations of life by all at some point in their lives. The quote rightly depicts the contradictory emotions that we often face in our daily lives. We all have to go through such situations at some point of our life. There are some things we aspire for although in our hearts of heart we might be aware how hard it is to attain them. But still we find it hard to give up because the thing means a lot for us. This is what makes life go on…this helps to maintain continuity in life.
So what we need to do is to keep going…and never give up. Who knows we might land up at a place where we wished to be!!!

Sunday, March 28, 2010

'The Wait' - a poem


Pic src: Waiting

I stood there watching
his footprints embedded,
I waited for the moments
that were never there.
Waiting for a spark
from the Heaven,
that was not to be.
The moving finger undid
whatever I etched on
my mind’s colourless canvas.
My eyes hovered there
for a while,
O that there was hope!
But that was not to be.

© Amritbir Kaur 

Monday, March 08, 2010

Women's Day

"We are cute daughters, sweet sisters, lovely lovers, darling wives, adorable mothers.
We are a source of strength. We are Women."
A very happy Women's Day to all the women around!

Pic Src: Girl Child

On Women's Day today, a news making it to the front page of the Ludhiana supplement of 'The Tribune' made my head hang in shame: Baby girl left to die in beehive
Shouldn't we all be ashamed for this? As a part of the society, we all are at fault. Each one of us is just as guilty. Society is not something that exists in absentia. We all make up this society but when it comes to blaming for the wrongs, we most casually blame it on society, as if that is some alien thing. Folks, it is high time, we tidied ourselves up and become civilized in the true sense of the term.
As a tribute to the girl child, I would like to share one of my poems, 'Female Foeticide':

A spark of life
about to die,
a cry that’s unheard –
and the unmindful
that looks on!
Mother’s womb is just
cradle turned into grave,
where death comes with life,
where lively lives are laid to rest.
A cry piercing the walls –
the walls of separation,
reaches out;
but oh! falls on deaf ears.
“Let me breathe, oh,
let me live!
They say like mother, like daughter;
O Mother!
Your own fleshes don’t slaughter.
Give me lungful of fresh air,
let me, O, let me enjoy
life’s little pleasure,
let me enjoy the high flight,
the flight of my dreams;
please don’t pity,
don’t pity my poor plight.
Give me wings to fly
the taste of success
even if want to try.
Mother, I am your part
please don’t set me apart.
Think of your childhood:
your mother’s lap
and your father’s pat
your brother’s care
and a family fair.
Don’t deprive me of
the joys of infancy,
exuberance of childhood,
the teenager’s fancy, and the
satisfaction of motherhood.”
The very word ‘motherhood’
rings a bell,
she thinks of her mother –
her poor helpless mother
her piercing pain,
the heart-rending torture.
And she forgets all,
her own self;
the pain vanishes
the flowers dry away
her dreams lose colour
the shadows don’t haunt her
on her face spread palour.
Mother’s face fills her sight
tears lurking in mother’s eyes
while pain stood staring at her.

© Amritbir Kaur
(just to suggest that please don't copy!!!)