Quotes by Indian Authors - Page 68

So start with the waking state. When you are hungry eat, but always remember that it is the body that is hungry, not you. If you hurt your leg, wash and clean the wound, apply medication, but always remember that it is the body that is hurt, not you. This much remembrance – and you will find that ninety-nine percent of the pain has vanished. This slight knowledge, this little awareness removes so much of your suffering. One percent is bound to remain because the knowledge is not total. When knowledge becomes total all of the suffering disappears.Buddha said that an awakened person is beyond suffering. You can cut off the limbs of such a person, you can throw him in the fire, you can kill him, but you cannot make him suffer, because he stands apart from all that is happening around him.
Osho
The Universe contains three things that cannot be destroyed; Being, Awareness and LOVE
Deepak Chopra
Fame is foolish, it is pointless, meaningless. Even if the whole world knows you, how does it make you richer? How does it make your life more blissful? How does it help you to be more understanding, to be more aware? To be more alert, to be more alive?
Osho
Thought can organize the world so well that you are no longer able to see it.
Anthony de Mello
The world is right because I feel good.p. 83, Awareness, copyright 1990
Anthony de Mello
Home was where others had to gather grace. Home was what I wanted to flee.
Jerry Pinto
Biju stepped out of the airport into the Calcutta night, warm, mammalian. His feet sank into dust winnowed to softness at his feet, ad he felt an unbearable feeling, sad and tender, old and sweet like the memory of falling asleep, a baby on his mother's lap. Thousands of people were out though it was almost eleven. He saw a pair of elegant bearded goats in a rickshaw, riding to slaughter. A conference of old men with elegant goat faces, smoking bidis. A mosque and minarets lit magic green in the night with a group of women rushing by in burkas, bangles clinking under the black and a big psychedelic mess of colour from a sweet shop. Rotis flew through the air as in a juggling act, polka-dotting the sky high over a restaurant that bore the slogan "Good food makes good mood". Biju stood there in that dusty tepid soft sari night. Sweet drabness of home - he felt everything shifting and clicking into place around him, felt himself slowly shrink back to size, the enormous anxiety of being a foreigner ebbing - that unbearable arrogance and shame of the immigrant. Nobody paid attention to him here, and if they said anything at all, their words were easy, unconcerned. He looked about and for the first time in God knows how long, his vision unblurred and he found that he could see clearly.
Kiran Desai
With Money we bought the House, with Love we made it our Home!
Barkha Chainani
There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.
Faraaz Kazi
There’s a reason you don’t have pictures of your work area at sweet home.
santosh inani
I felt the kind of peace you feel when you come in from a hot afternoon and pour cold water over your feet.
Sachin Kundalkar
Home is not necessarily, where the heart is. It is also, where good food,people, and sanity resides.even if that accounts for a house, with no people in it.
anjali mukherjee
Make your habits your beloved home.
Debasish Mridha
Everyday I reach to a place where there is my name on the door. It's been a while, didn't reach my home.
Sarvesh Jain
Good neighbors always spy on you to make sure you are doing well.
Pawan Mishra
HOME, which is the last floor for everyone.
Sushil Singh
A unicorn in this magical star.In my new home.My ethereal home.Saturna
Deepika Kumaaraguru
It is not the truth which has to be sought, it is you who have to be brought home.
Osho
It was a fairly large house, larger than all our previous dwellings. There were two pinkwashed, picture- windowed, orange gable-roofed storeys, encompassing eight rooms, and an adjoining, presently shuttered garage. A friendly, unsymmetrical house, with pink bougainvillea hanging over the iron-lace decorated, semi-circular front porch and ivy climbing from the walls to the uneven gables.
Sonal Panse
He has a traditional shopper's DNA, an eye for freshness and appearance, and a consistent sense of a home to go back to.
Amit Chaudhuri
How difficult it must be to leave a place called home, along with all the bitter sweet memories attached, for someone special and later on visit the same place as a guest.
Swati Kumar
The codfish lays ten thousand eggs.The homely hen lays one.Codfish never cackles to tell you what she has done.And so we scorn the codfish,while the humble hen we prize,which only goes to show you that it pays to advertise!
Nikhil Sharda
Each oneFrom one’s little nooseCranes outYells and shoutsGroans aloudAnd grows stoutAnd the noose tightensLeaving no way to creap outTill at the endSwollenSpent outBecomes silent.I am also having my turn among all.
Anuradha Bhattacharyya
may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower.
Sanober Khan
i will forever be collidingwith a billion unnamedundiscovered stars, each of uson our own orbital paths.
Sanober Khan
Love, bemysticalas the flickering blue flameof nightas the fully-awokenmoonbeneath cobwebsof passing cloudsamidst chantinghigh-tidesfuzzy,as my blanketbig enough to illuminate a hundredthousand billion galaxiesand just small enough to fitinto my embrace.
Sanober Khan
love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.
Sanober Khan
when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.
Sanober Khan
A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.
Sanober Khan
You touched my heart...ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been...merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.
Sanober Khan
sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.
Sanober Khan
Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.
Sanober Khan
it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispereddream...in the mysteriousblue minutesbefore dawnlike a secretinfatuation.... like slowlanguorous sipsof green tea... like a lingeringglimpsea self-wrappedparadiselike his name upon my lips.
Sanober Khan
this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.
Sanober Khan
...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.
Sanober Khan
I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.
Sanober Khan
Look, moonI turned silver for you.
Sanober Khan
someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.
Sanober Khan
there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...
Sanober Khan
I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.
Sanober Khan
As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feetinto the night’s velvet slippersI settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.
Sanober Khan
I live there...Far above the song-filled clouds,where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there.
Sanober Khan
kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.
Sanober Khan
i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.
Sanober Khan
I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not one, I am not two, but I am a million things entwined I am a piece, I am a slice, strung together by the yarns of time.
Sanober Khan
Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.
Sanober Khan
let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.
Sanober Khan
I live there...where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit's a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt's a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.
Sanober Khan
I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks
Sanober Khan
Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.
Sanober Khan
when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.
Sanober Khan
the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.
Sanober Khan
the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.
Sanober Khan
some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.
Sanober Khan
At the end of the day all we ever need is something that helped pass the time and something that keeps time from passing.
Sanober Khan
Like a speeding trainI am passing by...I don’t knowwhere I’m headingwith whom or whyall I know is thatI will never, everpass from here againall I know is I’m skidding forwardon this track of life.
Sanober Khan
I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can’t be read, can’t be understood,neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eyeI am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine.
Sanober Khan
leave me a smilejust warm enough...to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.
Sanober Khan
I wouldn't mindif life left me...winglessburnt to cindersripped by stormsscattered...like weedscelestially woundedwithout cherry blossomsto perish withbut I would crywith head held in my handsif it left me...unfulfilled.
Sanober Khan
for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.
Sanober Khan