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    My Heart Sings
    My Heart Sings
    My Heart Sings
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    My Heart Sings

    By Munindra Misra

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    In the quiet chambers of my chest,


    Where silence weaves its sacred nest,


    My heart sings a melody, soft and true,


    A hymn to the universe, old and new.


    It echoes the rhythm of cosmic dance,


    A symphony of stardust, a cosmic trance,


    Each beat a mantra, a whispered prayer,


    Seeking the essence beyond time’s snare.


    Through valleys of longing and peaks of grace,


    My heart sings, seeking its destined place,


    In stillness, it finds the eternal refrain,


    A song of love, where all sorrows wane.


    So let it sing, this ancient, wordless art,


    A serenade to the cosmos, stitched with stardust,


    My heart, a celestial harp, forever free,


    In quietude, it weaves its cosmic tapestry.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMunindra Misra
    Release dateJul 24, 2024
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      My Heart Sings - Munindra Misra

      ‘Guru’

      (1 January 1924 – 30 May 2023)

      Revered Guru

      Born on a New Year’s dawn, a dare,

      A teacher, a dreamer, a mountaineer.

      His heart entwined with spires rocky,

      Their secrets whispered in his ear truly.

      From Lahore’s hallowed halls to Aligarh’s gate,

      He treaded scholarly paths, destiny’s twist of fate.

      Yet beyond the classroom, where textbooks yield,

      His heart found solace in aquatic fields.

      Swimming, his muse, the water’s gentle sway,

      Claimed his attention, where dreams would play.

      In strokes and ripples, he carved a legacy grand,

      A mountaineer’s soul, forever etched in the sand.

      So let the Himalayan winds whisper his name,

      For Mr. Gurdial Singh, the peaks shall proclaim:

      "Here walked a scholar, a swimmer, a seeker,

      In life’s vast expanse, a mountaineer and speaker."

      The Doon School

      With degrees, he strolled to Doon School’s door,

      A teacher seeking adventure, a life to explore.

      Sight unseen, was welcomed, a vacancy filled,

      And Guru’s legacy on those hills distilled.

      The Doon School, his very sacred ground,

      Where geography met adventure abound.

      He nurtured young, kindling flames tall,

      Mountaineering culture, a legacy for all.

      Past maps, coordinates, he taught exploration’s lore,

      And his students listened, hungry for mountains’ roar.

      In his classroom, Schubert’s notes soared high,

      An unfinished symphony, echoing through the sky.

      Did you hear the cuckoo? he’d ask, clarinets in play,

      As students glimpsed eternity in each musical sway.

      In the heart of Doon’s verdant embrace,

      Where the Himalayan winds whisper grace.

      Stands Jaipur House, steadfast and true,

      A beacon for dreamers, both old and new.

      Gurdial Singh, the housemaster bold,

      Guided young hearts, their stories untold.

      He wove mountaineering tales with care,

      Igniting flames of courage in the mountain air.

      And when the winds whispered secrets at night,

      Gurdial Singh’s legacy danced in moonlight.

      His spirit, a compass, guiding their quest,

      Jaipur House forever etched on their chest.

      So raise your ice axe, Jaipur’s kin,

      To the housemaster who taught us to begin.

      Gurdial Singh’s flame still burns bright,

      In the Himalayan heart, where dreams take flight.

      34 years at Doon, Deputy Headmaster’s role,

      Yet the call of summits tugged at his very soul.

      Gurdial Singh, the geography master who soared,

      Leaving footprints on peaks, forever adored.

      The Mountaineer

      Gurdial Singh, the mountain’s embrace,

      Scaling peaks with courage and grace.

      Mountains whispered, ancient tales untold,

      To Guru, whose heart of adventure was bold.

      From plains of Punjab, he rose to the heights,

      A true mountaineer, scaling peaks with delight.

      With Martyn, Gibson, and young hearts ablaze,

      Painting mountains’ canvas in adventurous haze.

      In '58, he scaled the Mrigthuni’s crest,

      A pioneer’s heart, with relentless quest.

      With Moddie by his side, they roamed free,

      Through Nanda Devi’s sanctuary, a world to see.

      Holdsworth, pipe, smoking mountaineer, led the way,

      To Kamet’s peak, where thin air danced and sway.

      Gurdial followed, step by step, heart aflame,

      Love for mountains burning brighter than fame.

      From Sonamarg’s glaciers to Everest’s icy crest,

      Gurdial trekked, his spirit put to the test.

      And to Everest, the ultimate prize,

      With Mohan Singh Kohli by his side.

      A quest that echoed through his veins,

      They etched their names in icy chains.

      Our Guru

      Arjuna’s honor, Padma Shri’s acclaim,

      His passion for peaks, an eternal flame.

      In '83, the IMF Gold Medal gleamed bright,

      By Mrs. Indira Gandhi a beacon of light.

      His legacy transcends mere accolades,

      In every snowflake, every rugged space.

      So raise your eyes to the lofty peaks,

      For he lives on, forever climbing steep.

      Feel Guru’s spirit ever in the thin air,

      A mountaineer’s soul, beyond compare.

      Lifetime Achievement, Tenzing Norgay’s kin,

      Guru’s name etched in adventure’s hymn.

      Guru, they called him at Doon School’s gate,

      Where ethics met summits and dreams await.

      I am a mountain, loving human, he declared,

      His spirit forever free, in thin Himalayan air.

      For fame or summits, he cared not,

      Just mountains’ whispers he sought.

      Ninety, nine years etched upon his face,

      A life well, lived, a legacy to embrace.

      Bedridden, yet his spirit soared high,

      Hitches, as Himalayan storms, passed by.

      And when the chikungunya winds blew,

      And hip fractured, body frail askew:

      Guru, the mountain’s whisperer sailed,

      Ascended to the heavens, leaving his tale.

      Resilience

      In the heart of the forest, stands a tree so tall,

      Losing its leaves in autumn, answering nature's call.

      Yet it stands unwavering, amidst the cold and frost,

      A symbol of resilience, when all seems lost.

      Its branches may be barren, its colors turned to gray,

      But it knows in its heart, spring is not far away.

      With the change of season, comes a brand new dawn,

      The tree will bloom again, with the past now gone.

      So when you're feeling low, and the world seems tough,

      Recall the tree that stood strong, when winds were rough.

      You may lose, you may fall, but don't let your spirit dip,

      Stand tall, stand proud, and never let your courage slip.

      For every loss is a lesson, every fall a chance to rise,

      To stand up, to face the world, to reach for the skies.

      Like the tree in the forest, that waits for spring's embrace,

      You too can bloom again, in life's relentless race.

      So here's to the fighters, the dreamers, the believers,

      To who've lost, yet stand tall like tree's leafless winters.

      For they know in their hearts, with a faith that never leaves,

      That they'll bloom like the tree, when springtime retrieves.

      Harbour of Dreams

      At the harbour, where ships set sail to the sea,

      A departure, as adventures take flight and flee,

      Anchors weighed, and new horizons to assume,

      Life unfolds its pages, like a well-worn tome.

      Waves whisper secrets, ancient and profound,

      Sailors, dreamers, and wanderers gather around,

      Their salty breath carries tales of distant lands,

      Seeking solace in vastness, where destiny stands.

      The sun paints the sky with hues of gold and blue,

      In this harbour of dreams, where hopes renew,

      As seagulls dance on the breeze, their wings unfurled,

      We cast away our fears, embracing the world.

      Each ship a vessel of longing and desire,

      The harbour cradles dreams, like a celestial lyre,

      Navigating the tides of time, seeking grace,

      Guiding us toward the stars, in this boundless space.

      So let us set sail, my friend, with hearts unchained,

      For life is but a voyage, beautifully arranged,

      Embrace the unknown, as the horizon calls our name,

      In this harbour, where eternity and dreams are same.

      A sailboat slicing through the tranquil sea,

      Waves become the script of seafaring stories,

      Journeying, we set sail on adventures yet to be written,

      In the harbour of dreams, where hopes are smitten.

      The sun kisses the horizon, painting hues of gold,

      As the wind whispers secrets, untold and bold,

      Our vessel dances with the rhythm of the tides,

      Guided by constellations, where destiny abides.

      Each wave carries echoes of forgotten tales,

      Of love lost and found, of courage that prevails,

      The moon, a celestial lantern in the night,

      Illuminates our path, casting silvery light.

      In this harbour, time bends and reality blurs,

      Where the heart finds solace, and the spirit stirs,

      We navigate the currents of longing and desire,

      Chasing the elusive stars, fuelled by inner fire.

      * On a sailboat, where the winds always comply,

      A departure, as sailors to horizons undeniably try,

      Waves under the boat, stories of the sea’s embrace,

      In the harbour of dreams, where time leaves no trace.

      The salt-kissed air whispers secrets to our souls,

      As seagulls trace arcs against the cerulean shoals,

      Our vessel dances with the rhythm of the tides,

      Guided by constellations, where destiny abides.

      The compass points to uncharted realms afar,

      Where mermaids sing lullabies, guiding our star,

      Our ship, a vessel of dreams, sails with grace,

      Leaving ripples of wonder in its watery trace.

      In the harbour of dreams, where hope takes flight,

      We set sail toward the dawn, chasing the light,

      With winds as our guide and stars shining bright,

      Our hearts navigate the waves, fearless and bright.

      The wind whispers secrets, the waves carry our fate,

      As we chart our course through the vast celestial gate,

      Stars above guide our journey, constellations ablaze,

      Each night a

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