Puzzle

The answer to this puzzle, do these verses guard,
His gallant walk as fluid as a roll,
He besieges the Uncontrolled, in his ward,
To serve his journey to the goal!

Who is he? Your views invited.

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It’s this sky that has embraced the lake in blue,
It’s the Sun that caresses the flower to bloom,
When miles so long, fail to Love’s piercing view,
What good, O Maiden, is this wall between rooms!!!

errrrr...now that's naughty! You would want to replace the last sentence with

O Maiden, this distant heart has thy love in loom!

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Me! A shodow to your esteemed frame,
my spread dictated by the Sun's path.
Then why is my littleness your jeering game,
and my hugeness, Distress's wrath?

Just as a shadow is a mere image of the frame and its size and spread is decided by the frame alone, so is one's predicament-be it joy or sorrow, is a result of one's own actions. Hence, one, oneself is responsible for it and can steer out of it.

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I and he, both in one frame,
the tale that is seen a ficticious dawn.
Is ever such fiction in nature's game,
that two peaks adorn one hill's crown??

Just A Thought

This stage that thee strides, so strong,
Is an endless path that cradles thy role,
perhaps witness to rebukes and songs,
Alas! Yet not vast to hold thy soul.

One who is affected by official challenges is not less wrong than the actor who is carried away by situations in a play.


Ah, that venomous snake in glee,
Could wrap that branch by his frame,
Now, ask the wise sandalwood tree,
Can venom ever dilute that fragrance, so famed?

One’s inner peace and happiness is untouched, unperturbed by situations that engulf him; just like that sandalwood tree whose fragrance is never diluted by the venomous snake that always circles its trunk


These are random thoughts that came past me, after a particular discussion that I happened to have with few proffesionals, on the subject of professional challenges leading to mental stress.