"Travelling a book is peaceful,
but why is travelling the world
so tiring ? "

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"Walk a straight way, and you reach the goal sooner. Walk a curved way, and you reach the goal later. And the straight way is faith, not
doubt or questioning."

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"I will chase knowledge for free
rather than a mere paper degree."

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"Life is all about making the
right choice
among different ones."

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Walking Through the Hills

I climbed the silent hills at break of day,
Where mists like dreams in silver slumber lay.
And every stone, and stream, and bending tree
Did breathe a tender, hushed eternity.
The lark sang high, unseen in morning's dome,
While dewdrops crowned each leaf like pearls of home.
No sound but nature’s pulse in wind and wing,
No thought but what the quiet heart might bring.

The daisied path beneath my steps grew kind,
And time, a distant shadow left behind.
Each breeze did stir some long-forgotten grace,
Each crag, a prophet with a weathered face.
O hills! Ye keep the soul from going blind—
And teach the heart to see, though walking lone.

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B. L. Mankind

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The Empty Life

Every leaf must fade and wither,
Blown by winds that never stay.
Life departs like dying feather,          
Washed in ash and swept away.               

Hands once reached for light and wonder,
Now they grasp the empty air.
Eyes once bright now gaze in hunger,
Finding nothing living there. 

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The Bank and the Brook

You are the bank, and I, the brook that flows;
Together bound, our mingling spirit grows.
We seek the sea, that vast, eternal tide,
Where hearts find rest, and kindred souls abide.
With instincts shadowed, and yet, pure, and true,
We yield them all, and still begin anew.
No robes we wear, for nature is our guise;
The open truth stands clear before our eyes.
The ocean smiles to see our union stand,
A love unbroken, wrought by nature’s hand.

How shall I thank you for your constant care,
For guiding me through storms and dark despair?
You saved my course from turning cold and wrong,
And gave my waters strength to flow along.
Without your love, I’d fade in silt and clay,
And lose my course in mud, and waste away.

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The Bank and the Brook 

You are the bank, and I the brook.
We go hand in hand and merge together
with the vast blue ocean of love, 
where both of us equally land
with all the instincts, good and bad, 
and readily sacrifice them all ahead.

You and I have no attire to be clad,
since both of us are quite natural.
And now the ocean, too, seems to be glad
to find our love pure and integral.
You tell me how to be thankful for what you did,
for all the way you didn't mislead
my course that, otherwise, would fade away
and the waters would as well turn grey-
somewhere in a distant muddy place
without any meaning, without any grace. 

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B. L. Mankind

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