LEARNING IS LIFE

  Pathways to spirituality is salvation: A Poem A seed of faith, beyond the seen and known, A spirit's whisper in the heart's deep core, Lifts us above the dogma overgrown, And opens doors we hadn't seen before. No single creed can hold this boundless light, It shines through cracks in walls of rigid thought, Connecting purpose, meaning, day and night, A tapestry of oneness, dearly bought. Our daily toil, with inspiration bright, A sacred offering, honest, true, and bold, And every step, a movement toward the height, A story of true living to unfold. So let us rise, with souls that yearn to be, And find our path to lasting harmony.

  The "go viral" crazy fad: Quintains A viral craze, a quick, fleeting dream, Fame's flash, a shimmering gleam. But the pressure's so high, For a digital sky, Lost sleep and anxiety, it would seem. A trend flares, a star in the night, For a chosen few, bathed in the light. But the many, they fret, Lose sleep and regre And perform till they're weary of flight. Shun the current trend, fleeting fame, Whose pressure felt quite like a game. But growth's better prize, From content that's wise, Leaves "viral" a meaningless name.

  Free institutions from clutches of religion and politics: A poem Brick walls, halls, a name so grand, Religion's echo in the land. Or politics, a whispered plea, Which way to lean, which truth to see? They draw a line, a bitter split, Where knowledge dies, and minds are knit With narrow views, a darkened screen, That hides the world, and keeps it mean. The start, the spark, the open mind, Is choked and bound, left far behind. Instead of growth, a stunted tree, Mis-taught and lost, eternally. Let's build anew, a different way, Where hearts are open, bright as day. To see each child, a seed to tend, And help their curious spirits ascend. To question why, to think it through, To build and dream, and make it true. To know ourselves, our inner grace, And find our place in time and space. A learning world, forever bright, Where life and love ignite the light. To learn and grow, and understand, Hand in hand, across the land.

  An Ode to Swami Shraddhananda A voice arose, strong and clear, Shraddhanand, banishing fear. The Vedas' truth, his guiding light, One God above, with all his might. No idols carved, no magic spells, Just simple faith where wisdom dwells. He saw the chains that held men fast, The caste divides, a shadow cast. For Vedic lore, a burning fire, Gurukul rose, a pure desire. To shape young minds, both strong and bold, With ancient tales, in days of old. He broke the chains, for women's right, To learn and grow, and share their light. A nation's spirit, he would ignite, With Vedic strength, burning bright. Though darkness fell, his name remains, A hero's heart, that still sustains. Shraddhanand's light, forever gleams, A river of hope, in waking dreams.

  MAKING SENSE OF SUPREME BEING: A  POEM  No start, no finish, ever bright, A light that shines when all is gone, A timeless, boundless, endless light. From void it blooms, with all its might, Then fades to seed, till a new dawn, No start, no finish, ever bright. It dances through the day and night, A circle where all things are drawn, A timeless, boundless, endless light. It holds the darkness and the white, The maker, keeper, then withdrawn, No start, no finish, ever bright. Beyond all space, a purest sight, Where birth and death are only pawn, A timeless, boundless, endless light. This truth rings clear, forever right, A song the universe has borne, No start, no finish, ever bright, A timeless, boundless, endless light.

  NEW WORLD AI-DISRUPTED REGIME: A LIMERICK The world's a big capitalist scheme, With AI enforcing the dream. If you dare disagree, "Anti-regime!" they decree, While robots extinguish the gleam.