“Woman is the mother of life,
For she is the one who carries the womb of life.
Woman is the carrier of creation.
We show her gratitude always.”
“Woman is the mother of life,
For she is the one who carries the womb of life.
Woman is the carrier of creation.
We show her gratitude always.”
“It's terrible when the old have to bury the young.
But it is more terrible when neither
the old nor the young are there to bury each other.”
Your Life Is Better Than Many
Take a moment. Breathe.
Look around.
You may not have everything you want...
But you have more than you think.
☑ A safe place to sleep
☑ Clean water to drink
☑ Food on your table
☑ A mind to dream
☑ A heart that still hopes
Millions pray for what you already have.
Your everyday is someone else's miracle.
Be grateful. Be grounded. Keep going.
Your life is better than many — and that’s something to be proud of.
Taking charge of your life is not about having control over everything—it is about owning your choices, believing in your potential, and committing to personal growth. It is a lifelong process of becoming the best version of yourself, not for anyone else, but for your own fulfillment and freedom. When you take charge of your life, you don’t just survive—you thrive.
To unleash your mental powers is to
commit to lifelong learning, intentional living, and self-belief. The mind is
not a cage, but a key—one that can open the doors to creativity, success, and
transformation. By nurturing your mind through positive habits, focused
attention, and a belief in growth, you can unlock the vast potential that lies
within you. The journey begins not with extraordinary talent, but with the
decision to try.
All You Need is Love –
Acts of faith, prayer and deep meditation
provide us with the strength that allows love for our fellow man
to become an abiding part of our lives.
Love is a unifying force.
Blessed Are the Peacemakers
When people live in the awareness
that there is a close kinship between all individuals and nations,
peace is the natural result.
Knowing them is the key to knowing ourselves.
The day
will come when we shall wish we had known them better.
In
both business and politics, success belongs to the vigilant. An intense
understanding of the environment isn't just a strategic advantage—it's a
prerequisite for leadership. The world doesn’t wait for the unprepared. Leaders
must stay curious, stay informed, and above all, stay aware.
In dawn’s soft glow, beneath Tokyo's sky,
A strange new race went thundering by.
No hearts that beat, no lungs to strain—
Just gears and circuits in rhythmic chain.
They lined the track, both tall and lean,
With polished limbs and laser sheen.
No flesh nor bone, yet poised with grace,
Humanoids stood to run the race.
With blinking eyes and metal knees,
They mimicked stride with practiced ease.
Each step a dance of code and wire,
Propelled by volts and silent fire.
Crowds gathered round, both young and old,
To watch the future swift unfold.
No cries, no cheers from lips they own,
Yet still, their courage brightly shone.
Atlas sprang like myth reborn,
NeoStride surged in circuits worn.
From India’s labs came Yatra’s pride,
With humble parts, but heart implied.
Some fell, then rose with motors groaning,
While others paused with systems moaning.
But none gave up, their code refined—
With AI thought, and will designed.
The finish line, a beacon bright,
Called every bot into the light.
And when the last crossed, slow but sure,
The crowd erupted, hearts made pure.
For this was more than race or run,
It marked what humankind had done:
To shape in steel what dreams foretold,
A runner built, both brave and bold.
So let them stride through years ahead,
Where circuits pulse and fear is shed.
For though they race on artificial feet—
They carry hope in every beat.
May Day Song
On the first of May when blossoms
wake,
The earth in bloom, the skies opaque,
A ribboned pole, a wreath of cheer—
The dance of spring draws near, draws near.
From Beltane fires to garlands
spread,
With songs for sun and seeds we tread.
Bare feet upon the greening ground,
Where joy and labor’s dreams are bound.
We sing not just of petaled days,
But voices bold in worker’s praise—
For hands that build, for rights once won,
For justice rising with the sun.
In every land, beneath each sky,
From village green to banners high,
We mark the day with hearts made bright—
For blooming life and equal right.
So dance, and march, and raise your
voice,
In nature’s joy and people’s choice.
For May Day’s spirit ever stays:
A blend of hope, of rights, of praise.
May Day Celebrations: A Global Tradition
May Day, celebrated on May 1st, is a vibrant blend of
ancient spring festivals and modern labor movements. Originally rooted in pagan
traditions like Beltane and Walpurgis Night, May Day welcomed the
return of warmth and fertility with bonfires, flower dances, and the iconic Maypole.
In the late 19th century, May Day
gained a new meaning as International Workers' Day, honoring the fight
for workers' rights after events like the Haymarket Affair in Chicago.
Today, many countries mark it with parades, protests, and calls for social
justice.
Traditions vary worldwide: in the
UK, people crown a May Queen and dance around Maypoles; in Germany,
bonfires and "Dance into May" parties are common; in the U.S., some
celebrate with rallies, while Hawaii observes Lei Day.
May Day continues to celebrate both nature’s renewal and the ongoing pursuit of fairness and solidarity in society.
“If suddenly the whole workers of the whole world disappear then the whole world will stop!
Let us all realize this and let us celebrate the workers - these great people who make our world move!”
“Today, in the May Day, find a worker and shake his hand with gratitude!
Without workers, no civilization could be built!”
― Mehmet
Murat ildan
Before the brush, before the ink,
Before the sculptor paused to think—
There lived a tremble in the chest,
A silent ache, a soul unrest.
No masterpiece began in lines,
Or measured forms, or perfect signs.
It started where the shadows play—
Where feeling swells, then finds its way.
A tear that fell, a breath held tight,
The hush before a storm takes flight.
That spark unseen, that fragile start—
It is the soul, it is the heart.
What use are strokes without a cry?
What worth has art that does not sigh?
A canvas cold, though sharp and clean,
Lacks truth if it has never been.
For art is born of joy or pain,
Of memories that still remain.
Of laughter echoing through time,
Of loss that ink could not define.
So let the colors bleed and burn,
Let marble crack, let rhythms turn.
Let every work expose its fire—
Not crafted just to please, but inspire.
For when the heart begins to speak,
Through trembling hand or artist’s streak—
Then beauty finds its truest part:
A work of love.
A work of heart.
AKSHR
He stands before the canvas, still—
No motion yet, no vibrant spill.
The colors sleep, the brushes rest,
But storms are swirling in his chest.
For art is born beyond the skin,
It grows where thought and dreams begin.
No trembling hand, no perfect line,
Can match the fire of the mind.
The hand obeys what thought commands,
But genius blooms in silent lands.
A flick of wrist means nothing true,
Unless the soul is painting too.
A stroke of blue is not just hue,
But skies he’s seen and traveled through.
A crimson slash—no idle smear,
But echoes of a hidden fear.
He does not paint what eyes can see,
But rather, what the soul might be.
Not muscle, bone, or practiced stance,
But memory, meaning, myth, and chance.
So judge not art by flawless frame,
Or steady hand, or worldly fame.
The canvas speaks, if you dare look—
It tells the tale the mind once took.
For brushes wait and colors fade,
But what the dreaming mind has made—
Lives on, beyond all human span…
For thought, not hand, defines the man.
AKSHR
“World peace must develop from inner peace.
Peace is not just mere absence of violence.
Peace is, I think, the manifestation of human compassion.”
― Dalai Lama
XIV
Corruption is not a victimless crime. It is paid for by the poor—in lost
services, lost opportunities, and lives put at risk. Ending corruption is not
just about cleaning up politics; it's about justice, fairness, and giving every
person a chance to live with dignity. When corruption is rooted out, the
greatest benefit goes to those who need it most.
“None of the main issues which humanity is facing will be resolved without access to information” — Christophe Deloire
Access to information is the foundation upon which solutions are built.
Without it, we cannot solve the most pressing issues of our time. It fuels
awareness, inspires action, and holds power accountable. If we want to fix
what’s broken in the world, we must begin by ensuring that everyone,
everywhere, has the right to know.
Because when people are informed, they are empowered—and empowered people
can change the world.
Corruption is a cancer—silent, dangerous, and deadly if ignored. But with
courage, commitment, and collective action, it can be stopped. Just as medicine
has made breakthroughs in treating physical cancer, society can find ways to
fight corruption and restore health to our institutions.
The battle is tough, but the fight is worth it—because a future without
corruption is a future full of justice, fairness, and hope.
Whether you see religion as divine truth or human
creation, its role is undeniable. It has shaped how we love, how we grieve, how
we live together, and how we imagine what lies beyond.
Religion is a mirror: it reflects the best and
worst in us—our longing for justice, our fear of death, our hunger for the
sacred. To understand religion is to understand ourselves.
The role of religion, then, is not fixed. It
evolves with us. And whether embraced or questioned, it remains part of the
great conversation about what it means to be human.
A
Humane Metric for Progress
“Civilization is the management of
pain” is not a cynical view—it’s a deeply human one. It acknowledges suffering
as part of life and recognizes our greatest achievements not in avoiding it altogether,
but in building structures that help us endure it, learn from it, and sometimes
even transcend it.
Progress, then, should not be
measured by wealth or power alone, but by how well we care for the wounded,
listen to the unheard, and ease the burdens of those too often forgotten.
In that light, the most civilized
among us may not be those who feel the least pain—but those who strive the most
to ease it in others.
Betrayal is one of the deepest emotional wounds a
person can experience. Unlike physical pain, which fades with time, betrayal
lingers in the soul. It doesn’t just break trust—it breaks something inside us.
What makes betrayal so painful isn’t just the act itself, but who committed it. Strangers
cannot betray us—only those we trust can.
Betrayal breaks us, yes—but it also gives us a choice: to stay
broken, or to rise stronger.
·
Technology Detox
– Reduce unnecessary noise by taking breaks from social media and digital
devices.
Silence is far more than an empty void; it is a sanctuary where wisdom
flourishes. Like sleep nourishes the body, silence nourishes the mind, enabling
reflection, clarity, and strength. In embracing moments of quiet, we cultivate
a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us. In a society that
often values noise and constant activity, choosing silence can be a radical and
transformative act—one that leads us toward true wisdom.
“I asked her if I was black or white.
She replied "You are a human being.
Educate yourself or you'll be a nobody!”
― James McBride, The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother
“God is the color of water. Water doesn't have a color.”
― James McBride, The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother
“Real life seeks the gentle slopes at the back of Mount Improbable,
while creationists are blind to all but the daunting precipice at the front.”
“The word ‘mundane’ has come to mean ‘boring’ and ‘dull’, and it
really shouldn’t - it should mean the opposite. Because it comes from the Latin
mundus, meaning ‘the world’. And the world is anything but dull: The world is
wonderful. There’s real poetry in the real world. Science is the poetry of
reality.”
“Fundamentalist religion is hell-bent on ruining the scientific
education of countless thousands of innocent, well-meaning, eager young minds.
Non-fundamentalist, ‘sensible’ religion may not be doing that. But it is making
the world safe for fundamentalism by teaching children, from their earliest years,
that unquestioning faith is a virtue.”
"Prayer does not change God, but it changes him who
prays." — Soren Kierkegaard
A whispered plea, a fervent sigh,
A soul's embrace beneath the sky.
No mountain shifts, no star takes flight,
But in the heart, a wondrous light.
For prayer, it's not a sculptor's hand,
To mold the heavens, understand.
It shapes the soul, it stills the storm,
And whispers peace, a gentle form.
The deity remains serene,
Unmoved by supplication keen.
But in the soul, a change takes hold,
A story woven, brave and bold.
The heart, once fractured, finds its mend,
With faith's soft touch, a whispered trend.
The spirit soars, the spirit grows,
As prayer's sweet balm the sorrow flows.
No power shifts, no throne is swayed,
But hope's soft ember, brightly played.
The supplicant, transformed by grace,
Finds strength within, a tranquil space.
So pray, dear soul, with heart so true,
For in the act, a change anew.
Not God's vast form, but yours, is changed,
By love's soft touch, a peace exchanged.