Perilous prayers

Lest a prayer is answered
I just quietly observed
Your lighted peaks
Immersed myself
In the sea of golden rays
the story of
Of each cloud
Was not same
So I heard
I am not sure which one
Will soak me
Absorb me
And scatter on the tilled land
Sprouted seed
Will then scatter
Aroma of an absorbed dream
With no one to see,
Hear or in wait May be

A lone witness

When the snow reflected
The pervious rays
The sky was a
Lone witness
Of the intent gaze
Of the fluttering prayer flag
Let me confess
The flight through the lighted sky
Made me feel
An Abandoned joy

Does language shapes our thoughts?

Do you think that language you use shapes your thoughts? This has been a controversial issue in linguistics but in behavioural science we make sense of it rather easily.

Take a page that you have written, count active and passive verbs:
Then analyse the number of times you did not convert your autonomy into agency ?

Do you think those who don’t use active sense too often will be induced to take action on issues they feel strongly about?

Will appreciate some younger scholars & practibioers to do some exercises and then debate on this point; we want more people in current turbulent times feel responsible for their inclusive feelings & take action on them.

Those who don’t share inclusive philosophy are often acting more vigourously, why are the rest more inactive ? Has language to do something with it?

Look forward to hearing from you

Thank you for a good debate
Your Organizations can be transformed if we unravel this mystery !!!!

TV Rao Amit Karna Asha Kaul Tarun Jain Indian Institute of Management Ahmedabad Rishikesha Krishnan

Search within

Treat the hues
As if they are the clues
To the mysterious generosity
Search with in, there is a lot of piety

#poem #nature #gratitude


Termites make life easy a bit

When the life was about to slip away,
I found a new purpose
We started digging a new tunnel
Through the rocks of rough terrain of tragedies
Discovered a troop
Of termites
It had made our journey easier
So much for their hunger
And ours too

Whorls of wisdom

I realised
When blues disappeared
The empty sky
Stars could not hold
Any longer
Black hole of wisdom
Sucked all the volition