My symphony

• I see a crescent moon in the sky,
  oblivious to her missing part it shines.
  Gives forth it's rays this wondrous night,
  generous to give me it's missing part-
  to enjoy you her missing heart.
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  whisper nearby the leaves of the trees
  i lean near to overhear what they say.
  An angel from the sky is what i hear,
  and of me a being from below.
  They sing of our union of sky and 'neath.
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  Caresses my cheeks the cold wind speaks ,
  to remind me of the harsh bitter truth.
  in this balcony  this cold december night,
  in bits and pieces your song has crooned,
  beautifully weaved a symphony in my heart.

Miss you before I'm gone

I lie here by your side
coldly, cruelly a liar in your heart.
A misinterpretation of my words
and the miseducation of your heart,
again made to feel  ever so small.

So often my years I'm told
and the wisdom it brings,
but here i lie in solitude
again a guest of my inner pain 
naught but pain will it be?

I see beauty in your encompassing being
strength and love in your inner core.
a presence that wraps me
from dawn to dusk to night to dawn,
I miss you even before I'm gone.





 

Little

If little by little
i open my life
if little by little
i bid the hidden away
if little by little
i lift the littlest away
would you find me the littlest?

you would still find me little
when i lift the littlest away
when little by little
i bid the hidden away
when little by little
i open my life
is it that you are little?

the goatherd at the pasture

Under the weeping water of the night sky
a cover of tattered cloth and broken bough
when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
sweetness into bitter run your visage present

Now the dawning day reviving old desires
the moon bidding bye to the northern star
yet the thoughtful heart ever so bleeding
of night of day and of lost reveries

The restful soul to emancipation retires
Skewed the mind is locked naught in divine
Beauty is gone with all its petals
The clouded garment of serpentine flung

The bird of smile had but a little way
Learning to spread its wings but crudely flung
The first summer month went its wintry ways
A thousand blossoms to fire seared

Where the body lies the mind does not
the heart ever so very far from serenity
It’s life has been bled drop by drop
It’s stolen beats keep failing one by one

Making a change to change makers

Although there is no unified definition of social enterprise worldwide, many believe that social enterprises are just like for profit enterprise since they operate in the same context, and since any type of business only exists as a result of demand from society, there is no difference between social enterprise and any other enterprise. On the other hand, many people from NPO backgrounds, think that classifying social enterprises as one type of ‘for profit business’ will cause confusion in civil society.
So, what is a social enterprise and who is a social entrepreneur? One can find dozens if not hundreds of different definitions across the world. A British Insititue even refers to social enterprise as a ‘state of mind’ because it is really about where your values lie.
To me a social enterprise is one founded by an individual or a small group of close individuals with a common dream, working transparently and honestly, with an objective to bring cultural and/or social and/or economic and/or health (mental/physical) changes.

1KG is a charitable program in China. It was created by Yu Zhihai who once worked as an advertising agent and a Webmaster. As he found himself moved by the poverty he observed while visiting remote regions, he established 1KG to appeal for independent charity works especially for tourists while traveling.
The project calls on self reliant travelers to bring along with them an additional kilo of books or stationery for distribution to impoverished schools and children at their destinations. Participants are called 1KGers on the Net. YU believes that anyone, whether rich or poor, can do something for the less well-off - and for anyone who enjoys backpacking, it happens to be very easy to do.

As you read this a Patient may be critically ill. Whether he lives or dies depends on whether a unit of blood of the right type is available. People run about from pillar to post for a unit of blood in their own city or some another city. There are times when a patient dies for want of blood. And there are time when unscrupulous elements sell blood for money . By donating blood one can make a difference between LIFE and DEATH. With this in mind Khusroo Poacha from Nagpur created Indianblooddonors.com. From Kashmir to Kanyakumari , from the most common blood group to the rarest, the helpline has a huge database of blood donors. It's simple, effective and free and can match you with a donor near you in seconds. Needless to say Poacha has time and again turned down offers to monetize his initiative and earn millions of dollars on offer.

In Dayi county, 50 kms from Chengdu, more than 40% of the farmers raise rabbits, and the profits it brings are higher than other agricultural industries, Many farmers attribute their success to Ren Xu Ping, the famous China Rabbit King. Ren XU Ping started Xuping Rabbit Food company thirty years back with a scythe , a pack backet and two rabbits. Today he is rich, far from being the poor boy that he was with bitterness in his heart. He became happy as he learned to share successful experiences with poor families and making them rich. As of today, more than 0.3 million students have graduated from his training school, most of who have become rich through rabbit husbandary. Out of these around 100 have become millionaires.

The above are just a few examples of social entrepreneurs who I really admire, and am proud to say that the second viz Poacha is a good friend of mine too. Speaking about social entrepreneurs let’s now also speak about the second line social entrepreneurs, the faceless ones rallying behind these social entrepreneurs and the people who help these social entrepreneurs ride towards their goals.
One has only one life but given a choice the same life can make differences in the lives of many people. But how big do we draw the circle as it seems that bigger the circle bigger the sacrifices one have to make . Should the circle be drawn around one's family and close friends or wider, and if wider how wide?. How does one discern and perform the duties one has to one’s family and the dream of making a difference for others who are not remotely even connected. If one chooses a wider circle where would one be eventually headed and would one look back after a few years and stand as confused as one were at the start.
The second line social entrepreneurs are unconventionals who have ideological dreams but as of yet do not have their own independent ideas. Yet, accidentally or by choice rally behind the first line social entrepreneurs towards a shared dream. They may be highly qualified people or the not so qualified, but which ever, have sacrificed a great deal in making the decision to draw the circle just a little wider. At the same time the risk of ignorantly living someone’s dream without reward is high and the dividing line between happiness and the realization that they may have lost many precious years and the chance to accumulate those precious bucks is very thin. They are people who believe that life seems to be guided or channeled by an extra hand and that one is helplessly carried along with the flow towards a destined goal. They may seem just like the next ordinary person but are actually visible or not so visible social misfits who want to have normal lives and relationships but lack certain finishing that they may end up hurting people they care about/love unintentionally. If judged in conventional parameters, there would not be much that pleases too.
The point is if you have come across any of these second line social entrepreneurs, be a little kinder to them and just open your heart a little more to accommodate second or third chances. They may lack in many areas but one common unfailing trait is that they are heart persons and would eventually reciprocate your kindness many multiples eventually, if not by them directly at least by the virtuous divine hand. Bring one down and his circle suffers.

The Goatherd and the damsel

outside the rooster’s on his night perch
and the morning sun’s ready for his repast
i look at you sweet love in your beauteous sleep
and desire to hear your sweet and wondrous words
But my purse is light and the hearth is cold

the merchant’s kitchen is laden as his purse
his garden bears tempestuous fruits all year round
naught a fur blanket to cover you 'cept this sheet
but my heart is warm and see his harem’s brimmed
will you not look back and consider my honest plea

look my love look back just once even in jest
see this torn heart beneath this tattered attire
while that palanquin carries you to his threshold
i take my goats to the mountain pasture once again
to sing this lonesome song to the wilderness

Removed and stowed away-cannot put it down to music till now