Fear of failure should daunt us not,

To traverse on the paths untrodden,

Finally leaving footprints on the spotless whitepaper of time,

And immortalize thyself through your creations.

Fear of blizzard on the way to the mountain top,

Deters not the dauntless mountaineers,

To pursue their goal to mount,

Hindrances surmounting with grit & determination,

And sets his foot on the top of the mountain,

And breathe the air fresh,

Where heaven meets the ground,

And win battle against all odds.

Our mental faculty takes a tailspin,

When swallowed by terror,

Of inhumane amongst humans,

Who make mockery of humanity,

For their own selfish ends.

Horror of invisible ghosts,

Ought not cow thee down,

Try winning the fear,

With the thinking,

That a ghost of fear in thee,

Can harm thou more than the ghost elusive.

Fear of future and its happenings most shadowy,

Will take sail out of thy living ability,

If not confronted head-on with full capability.

Fear of death should frighten not,

To live present moment,

Peacefully and with full confidence at our command,

Should spur ye to challenge death,

I fear not thee – O Death,

And say, ‘come anytime anywhere’,

And challenge ‘ye can’t spoil my today’,

For I’ve stamped out the fear,

From my life for good and for my good.




Let mind be thy servant,

When you’re holding its strings,

Bridle properly thy mind,

Or else, in the dire strait you’ll find,

It will become thy master,

For it is a heady horse,

May take thee to a slippery path,

And ditch thee in a ditch,

From where no return is in sight.


Mind exercises control over our five senses,

And if sense control by it is at the expense,

Of your own self esteem,

Then thou fail to earn realization,

Of the sixth-sense – intuition

And that would be,

A be all and end all.


Ye coach it to act in a manner,

That it functions,

According to your innate demands,

Good for thee and people around,

Train it,

And, if need be, with coercive or persuasive tactics.


If it goes berserk then thy Creator is only thy savior!

When it controls thee,

It holds thee by thy subtle horns,

And stretches thee to a limit,

Where coming back is hard.


Though mind is watchdog of our day-to-day working,

But it may rather bite thee sometimes,

Putting to peril your life and earned standing,


Oh,  our Creator come to our rescue,

Help us mind our mind,

For good of me and people around.






Bidding adieu is indeed heart-rending,

May be transitory,

To meet obligation of a career.


A girl after conclusion of marriage rituals,

Departing from her parental house,

For the newly adopted –  in-laws residence,

Leaving the home and hearth she held dear,

From her birth till completion of marriage bows,

Wails, striking deep into the heart of one and all.


A newly-wed, perforce, departing from the spouse,

With whom they have to share everything,

Or an eternal parting ways to meet the Creator.


A young man parting with his nears and dears,

To eke out a living for himself and all,

Traversing the seven seas,

Anon, none wants to show tears,

So that the one parting ways may be beaten,

By the departure bug,

Bereft of any feelings on the surface of all,

Yet heart aching with hurt,

Ocean of feeling stinging hard,

But outwardly the entire crowd exhibiting poise,

But with muted unease,

Yet interiors of all are troubled hugely.


Oh! Our Creator, make the departure,

Not hurting but comforting,

So that departure becomes a pleasant exercise.


Harbans Khajuria