They hold the line at the borders
Let us hold the values within.
They fight for a land they believe in
Let us make it a land worth that belief.
Every choice we make, every step we take
Can shape the nation they protect.
So live with integrity, act with courage,
And build the country they dream of.
Simi
A uniformed heart
Dad may not say the perfect phrase,
He may be lost in grown-up days.
But every night he comes back home,
To understand how much you’ve grown.
He watches close, though not too near,
Afraid you’ll shrug or disappear.
He listens hard when you half-share,
And learns to pause, to just be there.
He may ask twice what you just said,
His eyes look tired, nodding head.
But still he tries, and still he stays,
To meet your world in newer ways.
He may not get your music right,
Or memes you laugh at late at night.
But still he asks, then asks once more,
Trying to reach your inner shore.
He might not know your favorite song,
Or if your answers take too long.
But still, he waits, behind the noise,
To hold your dreams, your fears, your voice.
He walks the line of strong and soft,
Still learning how to lift you aloft.
You may not see the grace it takes
To hold your storms when his heart breaks.
He sees the flicker in your eyes, the battles fought in muted sighs.
But still he shows up every day,
Learning your world, your teenage way.
He speaks of self, of lessons earned,
Of roads he’s walked and bridges burned.
But deep within, his truest part,
Hopes you’ll outshine his every start.
He lived a life in olive green,
Where orders ruled and fears were seen.
Far from home, in lands unknown,
He stood for more than just his own.
Simi
(Echoes between a father and his son)
The office drains you, day by day,
Deadlines chase the light away.
But in your home, a boy stands still
Becoming a man, by quiet will.
He’s not your daughter, not as warm,
He hides his heart behind his form.
A little rough, a little loud,
Still, he wants to make you proud.
Broader now, with shoulders wide,
A growing strength he tries to hide.
Not just in size, but voice and frame
He’s changing fast, not just in name.
He watches you more than he speaks,
Tries on your steps, your ways, your streaks.
He’ll never say, “I want your shoes,”
But wears your habits like tattoos.
And yes he questions things you do,
He wonders if you’d change them too.
He holds his thoughts, but you should know,
He’s building self from what you show.
He’s in the grind of proving worth,
Unsure of place, unsure of mirth.
He doesn’t want his flaws laid bare,
Just quiet faith that you’ll be there.
He speaks in tones that sometimes sting,
A shield he wears while balancing.
Not meant to hurt or cross the line
Just teenage pride in awkward shine.
He may roll eyes or turn away,
As if your words just drift and sway.
But under that dismissive air,
He hopes you’ll see, and still be there.
He knows you’ve worked, he feels the strain
But seeks your calm more than your claim.
A quiet nod, a shared refrain,
Can guide him more than loud acclaim.
A mother loves, she softens ground,
She lifts him up when he’s weighed down.
But even she though warm and wise
Can’t fill the space he sees in your eyes.
For he looks to you to understand,
The path of boys who seek to stand.
To rough it out, to fix, to run
He longs to talk with a man, not anyone.
He needs your patience, not your plan.
He needs to see a gentle man.
Not perfect, real. Not far, right here,
To share his pride, his doubt, his fear.
Take him along just walk the lane,
Talk cars and bikes and weekend rain.
Ask him how his run felt today,
If he’s building strength his way.
Or let him strum his dear guitar,
And tell you dreams that stretch too far.
He won’t be here for long, you know
College calls, and boys must go.
These little talks on simple things
Might one day give his manhood wings.
For even men who grow up bold
Need someone real to help them mold.
So take a drive, or share the sky,
And meet him there just man and guy.
He won’t ask much, but he will see
The kind of man he hopes to be.
Simi
Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you?
“He marches forward, I stand behind,
Love unshaken, yet battle-defined.
Patriotism isn’t just duty and pride,
It’s waiting, hoping, and standing beside.”
Not just his battle, but mine to fight
For love, for country, for what is right.”
The greens often lead me to dense woods,
To the wilds, that are impenetrable and chaotic.
Amongst the trees that appear haphazard to me,
Amongst the clouds that nearly look hypnotic
Today as I wandered once again in the morning
I witnessed an army going up a tree.
I questioned them inquisitively “Why can’t you be scattered?
Why are you disciplined even when absolutely free?”
“We don’t like to mess up this beautiful trunk”, they said.
It gives us support, nutrition and strength that we need.
Unlike humans who clutter the earth with utmost disrespect.
And tend to forget that she is not just the foundation but also the one who feeds.
Simi
#omzclicks
He stood there moltan like wax,
As he heard that he was a father now.
His eyes were wet with tears of joy,
He wanted to be there, but didn’t know how..
His duty to the motherland held him back,
He was a soldier first, he knew in his heart.
But the same heart whispered that he was a human too,
From his emotions, how should he part?
Days, months and years flew by,
And the visits to home were few and rare
The achromatic journey of life moved on,
Of love from the family he missed his share.
The children grew up and moved on to new directions,
The wife still waited for togetherness though,
She knew he was the finest one,
Even if life’s boat alone she had to row.
Rock he was, strong and steady,
With his shoulders broad and wide.
His absence never meant he didn’t love them,
Just that his life wasn’t a very smooth ride.
Simi
He is confident and firm with all his endeavours,
It may be life or the golf greens.
One shot at a time is his way of living,
No hurry is his motto, though he just touched his teens.
Simi
#omzclicks
Life at Isha Yoga Centre is like living in a world away from the world. It is so much like an army cantonment. Well organized, full of conviction, intensity and optimism.
Just the way military units are organised and work towards a common goal for the safety and security of our nation, here the various departments join hands to make us realise what Sadguru says,”to make any endeavor truly successful, integrity, inspiration, and insight are integral. “
The soldiers here are the volunteers, thousands of them, who strive to make the world a better place to live in.
Brahmacharis take place of the Commanding Officers in Isha. They are there tirelessly. Always strong yet composed, always passionate about their work , along with the well being of entire centre.
Sadhguru is the Chief of this army… I don’t need to mention that..!! Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev, spiritual leader, a mystic, humanitarian, social activist and founder of the Isha Foundation.
Qualification here is in terms of courses.too, for example “I am BSP, are you Sadhnapadha? “
People from various communities and places are here. First question anyone would ask is ” You are from? “Just the way army folks ask each other.
Sarv Dharm Stambh in front of Dhyan Linga here replaces the Sarv Dharm Sthal in army cantonment
Everyone is friendly and each one has a smile. All walk with a sense of responsibility. One message and they are all together. Always enthusiastic, always ready for the next project.
PT and game time here is sadhana time. They all stay fit with their asanasas and kriyas.
Early morning one can hear the various chants. The swaying flowers, tall trees, and lotus in the ponds, make the atmosphere magical. Well cantonment has its own sounds of hustle and bustle of soldiers in the morning amidst the birds chirping. Both have busy mornings.
People here don’t bother about materialistic comforts, their cups are always overflowing with enthusiasm and happiness.
Cycles can be seen here and there. But they don’t mind a walk or even a run anytime.
Anyone who’s willing to make a difference, can join here as a soldier, they have big hearts. You just need to be fit.
They’re self sufficient just the way army guys are. The greens and nature flourish and are taken care of by the soldiers here.
Visitors are allowed to come and enjoy the ISHA yoga Centre. Though Army Cantonment doesn’t allow it for known reasons but yes the army takes care of visitors in difficult terrains like mountains and deserts, where without help survival becomes difficult.
Jai Hind here is replaced by a subtle Namaskaram. You can connect to just anyone with this little warm gesture.
Peace of a nation and exuberance within each human, the objective of these two armies may appear different but they function almost in a similar way proving that in the pursuit for happiness, we all need to be together.
Love being at both the places. They have inspired me to introspect. And I think that’s all we need to do.
Simi
There he is, my soldier, keeping borders under care…
And here is your warrior my dear lady, fighting the pandemic
Both haven’t got a moment to spare.!
I salute you today for being his strength, ‘n for not letting him feel low..
He is a fighter, a hero, saving lives, may God’s blessings on him forever bestow.!!
Simi
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