I have the patience of Job when it comes to things, people, and everything that falls within the scope of my life.
My son had a pair of socks, and we lost one of them more than ten years ago, but I kept it in a place known only to me.
Yes... I am that patient and even more so over the years, and it's not a virtue, but a trait that
Happiness is when your soul becomes accustomed to sadness and darkness, like the Stockholm Syndrome; you become a prisoner of your habitual sadness because you are familiar with it and it with you. You know when it will come to you and how to deal with it, and you bid it farewell, waiting for a new encounter. It is your constant companion who
I said to Mrs. Nazima, his office manager: I want to meet the professor!
She asked me: Do you have an appointment with him?
I said: No, but I am a poet from Alexandria, and I want to meet him.
She smiled and said: I have instructions from the professor that any poet who wants to meet him should be admitted immediately.
She opened
"I Won't Find Another You" ; a bilingual anthology of best love poems in English and Hindi, has been published recently. I am grateful to editor and poet Thangjam Misna Chanu (Misna Chanu) who gave me the chance to read the English poems and write the back cover blurb. Santosh Bakaya wrote the foreword, and Ayathuri Santhan
One of the most beautiful phrases I read today is, "Glory to the self that knows its worth." The cost of our spiritual livelihood is steep; each of us ardently yearns to encounter a "cherished soul" in our path. In essence, anyone who loves you and believes in you, supports you, and eases your journey is a cherished soul
