Archive for March, 2014


holding thorns . . .


A Prayer

a silent prayer . . .
sun goes down under
the misty haze

A Pebble Drop

sound is gone
ripples still lingering . . .
drop of a pebble

photograph Courtesy:  Lacrima Loyangalani



corner of a pond,
a yogi’s posture witnessing
stillness . . .

Lessons are learned, can never be taught.

Lessons are learned, can never be taught.

Lessons are learned, can never be taught.

March 13

  • Gemmy Sandhu
    True! That’s a cute pic….
  • Hardeep Deepi Possibilities take a further nosedive if the teacher is bad
  • Dalvir Gill
    never try to teach an idiot … s/he’s an idiot for a reason. learning is like a habit, really addictive one. on the other hand an idiot believes that he know everything or at the least s/he knows more than the person s/he’s talking to so can/will never learn.
    Deepi that’s the tragedy that most of the teachers are no-good.
    Learning brings Happiness with it. we have made learning a job – a heavy, boring job. Teacher have the attitude of “Because, I said so” that no kid can like. the need is to “Explore Together”, when you lose that feeling of wonderment nothing is possible.
    While doing Theatre i learnt a lot from kids, that was going to be my topic for the thesis, ‘Remedial Theatre’, that’s what teaching/learning is – remedial, solace for the soul.
  • Gemmy Sandhu
    Remedial Theatre….hmmmmm….that sounds interesting Dalvir.
  • Dalvir Gill
    all the plays i directed were remedial to the cast, i used to say that if you don’t grow spiritually then there’s no sense in putting a play together. that’s why i loved doing theatre with kids, it was always such an easier access. bachche rabb daa roop hi nhin aap hi rabb hn.
  • Hardeep Deepi
    I never felt that teaching is a challenging job.It seems to be easy only to the people who have an aptitude for it and there is no place to hide for those teachers who don’t have it.Nothing is more obvious in this world than a bad teacher
  • Vijindar Singh so superb post Gill Sahb !!

Unsaid Sounds Sweeter

reflections . . .
unsaid sounds sweeter than
the utterance

ਧਿਆਨ –
ਮੰਤ੍ਰਾਂ ਨਾਲੋਂ ਚੰਗੇਰਾ


dry earth . . .
the setting sun in a
cuckoo’s cry


so many doors opened flung
soon two gates slammed shut –

I Lost

call from the minaret
nightingale peeh-hoo . . . I lost, in
the setting Sun

Silent Moon

each howl
wolfs down a bit . . .
silent moon

Her Hair

her hair
the smell of after-rain . . .
a soaked hug

The Ride stopped

all the unicorns
were wooden horses again –
the ride stopped

Journey Itself Is Home

ਨਵਾਂ ਦਿਨ
ਰਵਾਂ ਸਫ਼ਰ
– Umesh Ghai
ਆਪੇ ਪੰਥ
ਪਾਂਧੀ ਆਪ
ਘਰ ਏਹਾ
– Dalvir Gill
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
– Basho


completeness –
ocean dances away, without