LEARNING IS LIFE

 Iranian War Scene Limericks Khamenei, a leader of might, Fell in Roaring Lion's fierce fight. With Epic Fury's roar, He is now no more, "Threat gone!" cried US 'n Israel in delight. In Iran, a sad story they tell, Of "martyrdom," mourned very well. Though war's wicked win, Is fleeting and thin, Revenge and return will compel.

  Look at people as humans first and foremost, and discriminate not on any account: Zero Discrimination Day UN proclaimed Zero Discrimination Day 2026 is being observed on Sunday, 1 March 2026 with the theme "People First" to see individuals as "full humans" with emotional and social needs rather than just as risk and ability categories. To end discrimination and biases, global solidarity by encouraging governments and health providers to listen to the voices of those affected to ensure no one feels "less than" because of their health. The official symbol of the observance is butterfly representing positive transformation or metamorphosis and the right of everyone to live a full and productive life with dignity. People First: Message in Poem Let's see the heart, not just the face, Forget the label, race or place. Let kindness bloom, a gentle seed, And water it with every deed. No room for hate, no wall to build, Just open arms and spirits filled. We...

  BETTER BE AN INDEPENDENT SELF-KNOWER: A POEM Words Gurus give, in book and song, A path they claim, righting wrong. But grasp too tight, believe it all, Gurus-disciples stumble, rise to fall. The guru's pride, the follower's need, A ladder built on fertile greed. One climbs above, the other stays, Lost in echoes of bygone days. Instead, be still. Look deep inside. Let self be guru, self be guide. Observe the thoughts that rise and churn, Without a judgment, lesson learned. No follower, no guide to blame, Just open eyes, a different game. Your mind, the field, your heart, the seed, Plant wisdom there, fulfill your creed.

 BIO- CENTRISM: VIEW POINT AND QUINTAINS VIEW POINT  Scientist Robert Lanza proposes that biocentrism places life and biology at the heart of reality. It contends that life is responsible for the creation of the universe and suggests that space and time are not tangible entities but rather instruments of the mind. Human consciousness is what forms the mental tools that process and arrange information, similar to how a turtle carries its shell. The theory asserts that in the absence of a conscious observer, the world merely exists as a "blur" of potentialities. QUINTAINS A scientist, Lanza by name, Said life is the ultimate game. With bio at core, Reality's door, A new view, not quite the same. A bio-thought, bright and so keen, Says life makes the cosmos, unseen. Space and time's frame, Just tools of the brain, A show that our minds convene. A mind built a tool, bright and new, For thoughts it could sort and see through. Like a turtle's hard shell, Info it can tel...

 Blind following is regressive:  Quintains A rule made on whim, quite unheard, Brain washed, we blindly copy the absurd, Are folly's firm base. Rituals we embrace, At power's blind beck, are a turd. Someone stuck in old, dusty ways, Finds darkness in all of its days. Unkind deeds it sows, Where no goodness grows, True life, in reflection, now stays. To question, to grow, to be free, Reflect on what used to be. With thought as your guide, Cast shadows aside, A critical, self-knowing you, glee!

 What is Spiritual Artificial Intelligence: A note and a poem Short note Spiritual Artificial Intelligence (SAI) signifies a budding convergence of advanced digital technology and age-old wisdom, aimed at fostering human consciousness, mindfulness, and introspection. It is often stated that for spiritualists and gurus, SAI should not be seen as a substitute for personal experiences or human mentorship. Instead, it serves as a valuable tool, acting as a digital companion that can enhance, speed up, or tailor the spiritual journey. Consequently, it ought to be utilized to aid individuals in their personal quests, guiding them back to their inner growth, rather than supplying answers that overshadow personal reflection and introspection. In this way, SAI can function as a catalyst for heightened awareness, assisting in organizing thoughts, deepening inquiries, and supporting the inner journey that needs to be practiced by the seeker. Its greatest potential lies in being a companion fo...

  LIMERICK Two blocks, quite thick-skinned and so wide, A comfort-pact they decide. Said one with a smile, "My back aches a mile! If you scratch me, I'll scratch your backside!"

  Ode to Spiritual Dance The dance unfolds, a sacred art, A whispered prayer from beating heart. Limbs reach, then bend and sway, A quiet prayer in a moving way. The body bends, a willow's grace, As feelings rise to fill the space. Feet find the floor, a gentle beat, A pulse that echoes, soft 'n sweet. Feet tap the beat, soft and low, As thoughts like birds begin to flow. A shoulder dips, a hand takes air, A silent story blooms right there. Hands lift up, then gently fall, The body whispers, answering the call. Spirit dances, light and free, Mind takes flight for all to see. With every turn, a spirit free, Escapes the world for all to see. The mind forgets its earthly chain, Lost in rhythm, sun and rain. And when it ends, a peaceful sigh, As spirit rests, up in the sky.

  Live a spirited life: A Poem The divine spark, inside so bright, To make the world a channel of light. To shun the world, a life withdrawn, Is but a seed that knows no dawn. True spirit wakes, a different way, To change the world, each passing day. Let love and peace begin to bloom, Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom. This is the flowering, full and bright, The inner spirit's guiding light. To see the beauty, share the grace, To find the holy now, in this place. Learn to infuse all things with grace, And find the God in every place. To weave love, peace, and bliss anew, Reflecting divine, shining through,

  Non-Dual, Advaita Spiritual Path: Couplets A thread of thought, from ages past unfurled, Advaita, whispered on a waiting world. Non-dual stance, a clear and steady guide, To peel the layers where illusions hide. A dance of forms, a fleeting, shifting show, That hides the truth, and makes the spirit slow. A story old, a truth profound, Advaita's song, on ancient ground. The world we see, a shimmering show, Maya's dance, a fleeting glow. The soul within, the Atman bright, A spark of truth, a guiding light. One with Brahman, vast and deep, The secret whispered while we sleep. Adi Shankara, so clear and strong, To guide us home, where we belong. The world we see, a fast fleeting dream, Maya's veil, it would often seem. Release from Maya's woven spell, When "I" dissolves, and all is well. Non-dual stance, a clear and steady guide, To peel the layers where illusions hide.

  It is love and goodwill that can save us: Quintains A land torn by hatred and fright, Was stuck in a terrible plight. But love's gentle hand, Will heal all the land, And bring forth a future so bright. With hearts full of love and goodwill, Humanity's cup it does fill. No more fight, Bathed in day light, Love saves, conflicts cease to stand still.

  Tyrant ruler: Quintains A tyrant, quite rash and unkind, Left freedom and joy far behind. With a boot's heavy press, Causing utter distress, Turned bright days to darkness defined. A fear fell, quite hushed and unseen, A fist ruled, aggressive and mean. No change could be sung, While silence had clung, The gates slammed, a closing scene.

  Message of festive spring season: A poem The world quiets down, a gentle hush, Our hearts turn toward the Light above, Seeking forgiveness, a cleansing rush, Drawn closer by the strength of love. Our hearts turn toward the Light above, A quiet space for souls to mend, Drawn closer by the strength of love, Where broken spirits can transcend. A quiet space for souls to mend, For renewal, a brand new start, Where broken spirits can transcend, To live a life with open heart. For renewal, a brand new start, The world quiets down, a gentle hush, To live a life with open heart, Seeking forgiveness, a cleansing rush.

 The State, with a forceful decree, Chose high priest, for all eyes to see. When he strayed from the plan, They cried, "Sinful man!" Then trapped him, and chaos set free. A leader, with Dharma his guide, Felt faith autonomy denied. The ruler proclaimed, "My land, power claimed!" Hope truth's light will conquer the tide.

  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.

  Limerick on politicizing religion When the state trades the desk for the shrine, And lets secular progress decline, With no books on the shelf, Just a prayer for oneself, The future starts falling out of line.

  The Bhagavad Gita  verse 34 of  Chapter 4 (BG 4.34)  outlines the method for acquiring spiritual wisdom (Jnana) through humility, inquiry, and service to a Guru.  Sanskrit verse  BG 4,34 तद्विद्धि प्रणिपातेन परिप्रश्नेन सेवया । उपदेक्ष्यन्ति ते ज्ञानं ज्ञानिनस्तत्त्वदर्शिनः ॥  Transliteration: tad viddhi praṇipātena paripraśnena sevayā upadekṣyanti te jñānaṁ jñāninastattvadarśinaḥ  English Translation: Discover the Truth by seeking guidance from a spiritual master. Ask him with respect and offer your service. An enlightened Saint can share knowledge with you, as he has experienced the Truth. Verse's purport converted into quatrains The path to Truth, a winding way, A master's wisdom lights the day. With humble heart and questions clear, His sacred knowledge draws you near. Through service done and reverence shown, The seeds of wisdom will be sown. For he has seen beyond the veil, And Truth he shares, that shall not fail.

  Sant Kabir's Couplet in Roman English BURA JO DEKHAN MAIN CHALA, BURA NA MILYA KOY,   JO DIL KHOJA AAPNA, MUJHSE BURA NA KOY.   ENGLISH TRANSLATION I   ventured out in search of the wicked, yet I found none. Upon examining my own heart, I discovered that there was no one worse than myself.   ENGLISH COUPLET I sought a wicked, dark and deep, But outward searches couldn't keep.   Inside I looked, with sudden dread, The worst of all lived in my head.

A MULTI-LINGUISTIC TEACHER'S THEME SONG From many tongues, a single thread so bright, In classrooms where new words take flight. We cross the space from near to far away, To stories waiting, told another day. One mind unfolds, two worlds begin to blend, A music made of words that never end. We share our thoughts, the meanings start to bloom, In every voice that fills the learning room. A world that joins, in all that we can say, We teach tomorrow in a bolder way. 

 Dirty politics limericks A politician re-branded the scheme, "It’s new! It’s improved!" it would seem. With a fancy fresh label, And a slick-sounding fable, Beware, it’s not a new vision and dream! A thinker, so clear and so bright, Is tagged "urban terrorist" with fright. While a fascist so bold, A pacifist is told, And wrong's dressed up as pure right.

 Robot and robotics: A concept poem A robot, a machine so bright, With AI power, working day and night. It does what it's told, a coded quest, A series of actions, put to the test. A factory floor, a busy place, It lifts and welds with steady grace. Or builds a car, piece by piece, Its programmed tasks, it will not cease. It does the jobs we don't desire, The dangerous, dull, that set us afire With boredom, or put us at risk, The robot steps in, quick and brisk. With sensors sharp, it sees the way, Avoiding walls, come what may. Some look like us, an android's face, But human minds, they can't replace. Robotics, a world so grand, Built by code and crafted hand. Machines working, strong and smart, Engineering's brand new art. a

A Personification Rhyme on Robot for Grade Three  I am a robot, fit and fine I work all times, rain or sunshine From smart AI to learning new, A human-like machine for you. I have metal frame of steel and wire, Built to work and never tire. On legs of steel, I swiftly stride, To bring the things you need inside With gentle hands, I lift and hold, A story of the future told. I calculate to help you learn, And wait to take my next big turn.

 Hidden Agenda of AI Markets: A Poem A swift, unseen invasion came, AI descended, changed the game. Bots arrived, mimicking minds, Leaving human thought behind. "Assistants," they were sweetly called, Ease in life for one and all. But hidden agendas, dark and deep, Systems woven while we sleep. Control they seek, a silent chain, Addiction's lure, a numbing rain. A revolution, quiet, sly, By market forces, reaching high. We're data now, in circuits spun, Commoners chained, the damage done. Enslaved by bots, cold and precise, Owned by those with wealth and vice.

AI Flip-Flop: Two Quintains  An AI with circuits so grand, Stole jobs all across the whole land. Then fake claims it spun, Cybercrimes had begun, With digital mischief at hand. An AI, quite clever and sly, Could tweak  mandate, tell a big lie. With data in hand, It changed all the land, So guard well from its digital eye.

 Focus on equity and harmony of AI market, humans and planet: A Poem Let ethics bloom, let justice rise, Beyond the glint of profit's eyes. Let not AI machines define our way, But raise our thoughts in light of day. Resist the urge, the selling plea, To be consumers, blindly free. Let not AI market hold the reins, For profit's lure, and power's gains. Let equity be code, and wisdom bright Illuminate the pathways they shall tread, Machines, and humans, earth in harmony, A future forged for all eternally.

When Wisdom Meets Code: A Dance of Ethics and AI  AI code unfolds, the answers flow, But seeds of wisdom must also grow. Ethics guide, compassion sees, Beyond the lure of ease and ease. A gentle plea, a whispered call, To shape young minds, before they fall. Not just to use, but deeply think, To question why, beyond the link. Resist the urge, the selling plea, To be consumers, blindly free. Let not the market hold the reins, For profit's lure, and power's gains. Let ethics bloom, let justice rise, Beyond the glint of profit's eyes. Don't let machines define our way, But shape our thoughts in light of day. A towering challenge, stark against the blue. Or watch us crumble, dreams forever untrue. We hold the power, now, to guide the way, And shape the dawn of a more hopeful day.

  Chinese Robot Row at AI Submit: Two AI Assisted Limericks A bot from China, quite grand, On display, AI close at hand. But fake claim we see, Just a face, eerily, And a voice that's dishonesty's brand. A robot named Orion, quite grand, Was shown as the pride of the land. But Unitree's mark, Left them in the dark, Booted out from the booth where they stand.

 J Krishnamurti on Nothingness:  Quote, Reflection and Inspired Poem   Quotes of J Krishnamurti on Nothingness   Be nothing. Life then becomes extraordinarily simple and beautiful.  We are empty, and we have tried to fill that emptiness with such trivialities as belief, opinion, judgments, and with political, so-called religious and artistic activities.  The mind penetrates deeply up to a point, and below that point there is the feeling of dark emptiness. If we are able to face emptiness, to be with that aching loneliness, then fear altogether disappears and a fundamental transformation takes place.  Out of real emptiness, quietness, there is a seeing.  When there is awareness of emptiness without choice, without condemnation or justification, then in that understanding of ‘what is’, there is action, and this action is creative being.  Reflection   According to J. Krishnamurti, a prominent thinker of the 20th century, truth should not be...

 Message of Ramakrishna Paramhansa on His Jayanti: A Poem The world holds faiths, a tapestry so bright, Each thread a path, unique and softly spun. Though routes diverge in darkness or in light, They aim for God, the ever-shining sun. So many paths, yet one eternal quest, To find the source from which all goodness flows. Let peace embrace and understanding rest, Where doubt and discord wither as it goes. Respect the heart that seeks a higher plane, Avoid the clash of dogma, cold and hard. For pride insists that only one can reign, While love sees truth in every sacred shard. Let harmony arise, a gentle song, Where faiths unite, and all to God belong.

  Teachings of Chaitanya Mahapabhu in couplets Souls are sparks, from Krishna's light they gleam, Eternal servants, in a joyful dream. Selfless hearts, with devotion deep, For Krishna's grace, our souls to keep. One heart beats in every breast, Let love for all be put to the test. No walls of color, creed, or birth, Recognize divine in every earth. Respect each soul, their paths unknown, Let selfish dreams be overthrown. Fame's fleeting whisper, turn away, In selfless service find your day. The name, a light, dispels the gloom, And sweeps away all earthly bloom. Hare Krishna, a joyful sound, Where perfect peace can be found. Jayanti Message Detach from things, world's fleeting craze, Like grass, bow your head in the haze. A tree,  stout and sane, Chant Krishna's sweet name, Then dance with a joyful, bright daze.