On giving and festivities

Diary entry by my father made on 2.6.2002

16

I hear leaves drinking rain

I hear rich leaves on top

Giving the poor beneath

Drop after drop

't is a sweet noise to hear

The green leaves drinking near

And when the rain shall stop

A wonderful light will fill

Each mark, round drop

I hope the sun shines bright

It will be lovely sight

17

Let's get going

Start the festivities

Never mind what they say

Drink wine

With your loved ones

Never mind what they say

What do I care

If people approve or disapprove

God bless my friends

And my loved ones

Never mind what they say

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

Thoughts, stories and a journey

Diary entries by my father. Dated 2.6.2002

12

Some dressed in white

Each like a taper blossoming light

Most of them merry

Some of them grave

Each of them lithe

As willows that wave

Some bearing violets

Some bearing bay

One with a burning rose

Hidden away-

When I am all alone

Envy me then

For I have better friends

Than women and men

13

There are stories that unwind

Themselves simply

As a ball of string

Think how a spider makes a web

How the web is torn by people and brooms

Insects, rapacious birds

How the spider rebuilds and rebuilds

Until the wind takes the web

And breaks it and flicks it

Into heavens blue and innocent immensity

14

Below the penumbra of vision

A small butterfly tricked its way across

The brown field beside us

And I thought to myself where the hell did it come from

Last night was a hard frost

And then I knew it had been born

This day: perhaps a moment ago

And its life was flickering out

In our presence

As we walked with our hands in a lovers clasp

On the straight low path

Beside the canal

That made us think of home

In tumbling autumn days

15

The point of journey is not to arrive

But to return home

Laden with pollen you shall work up

Into honey the mind feeds on

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

How to live life

Diary entry by my father date 1.6.2002

9

And now I have lived: I know not how long

But still I can join in a cup and a song

And whilst with both hands 

I can hold the glass steady

Here's to thee, my hero, my laddie

10

Some will tell you

It doesn't matter

That is a lie

Everything, every single thing matters

And

Nothing good happens fast

11

That I loved with all my strength

To my soul's full depth and length

Careless if my heart may break

That I sang as children sing

Fitting tune to everything

Loving life for it's own sake

12

When I am all alone

Then my thoughts flutter around me

In glimmering host

Some dressed in silver 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

About beauty, hearth and light

Diary entry made on 1.6.2002 by my father

6

Your face is beautiful beyond all other faces

Beyond all music and poetry

Your face is beautiful to me

Your face is beautiful beyond other faces

More to me now than dear remembered places

More to me than anything I know

7

How can our minds and bodies be

Grateful enough that we have spent

Here in this generous house

This evening of content?

Each one of us has walked through storm

And fled the wolves along the road

But here the hearth is wide and warm

And for this shelter and this light

Accept, O Lord, our thanks tonight

8

The sun at pride of noon 

With all his light to give

World, I have loved you well

I am glad to live

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

On life and dignity

Diary entry by my father on 1.6.2002

4

As long as my spirit still

Is glad of breath

And lifts its plumes of pride

In the dark face of death

While I am curious still

Of love and fame

Keeping my heart too high

For the years to tame

How can I quarrel with fate

Since I can see

I am a debtor of life

Not life of me

5

What if the bridge men built goes down

What if the torrent sweeps the town

The hills are safe, the hills remain

And hills are happy in the rain;

If I can climb the hills and find

A small cottage to my mind

A lonely but a cleanly house

With shelves too bare to tempt a mouse

Whatever years remain to me

I shall live out in dignity

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

About yearnings, loveliness and treasures

My father's diary entry dated 1.6.2002

1

Incense yearns to disappear in scent

Scent to cling to incense

Melody seeks to fetter herself in rhythm

While rhythm flows back to melody

What drama is this between creation and destruction

Bondage is striving after freedom

And freedom seeking rest in bondage

2

Spend all you have for loveliness

Buy it and never count the cost

And for a breath of ecstasy

Give all you have been or could be

3

Into my heart's treasury

I slipped a coin

That time cannot take

Nor a thief purloin

Oh better than the minting

Of a gold crowned king

Is the safe kept memory

Of a lovely thing 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

Preface to diary The Chessboard of My Days

1.6.2002 Preface of diary by my father

Carl Gustav Jung believed that when people reach the middle of their lives they enter a new introverted stage of growth and silent questions approach.

"Have I been strong enough to seize opportunities" and then "what is the meaning of life".

At this stage problems tend to arise when people try to avoid pondering these questions or cling to earlier habits.

In the later period of life concerns usually center upon health, mental, physical and spiritual needs. Jung also insisted that man possesses a "natural religious function" and if unfulfilled it can cause a crippling sense of meaninglessness.

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

Love, joy and inner peace

Diary entry dated 5.6.2002 by my father

These days I re-read my old diaries.

While rereading I come across poems which are beautiful and speak to my mind and soul.

I have therefore, decided to collect these gems in theses small spiral note-books in the the new home.

I am sure this will give me lot of joy and inner peace. Above all I think this is a rewarding way of spending time.

Time has to be spent: it cannot be hoarded. So why not spend it in love and joy doing something which gives both peace of mind and scope for use of imagination.

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

The chessboard of his days

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I will share the pages of his diaries through the medium of his blog.