Short Inspirational Poems


The hands of
Are often destructive.
The hands of
Are always creative.

– Sri Chinmoy


No matter how many times I fail
I shall not give up,
For my goal
Will not accept
Any defeat.

– Sri Chinmoy


If we believe
In our own
Then there can be
No unreachable goal.

– Sri Chinmoy


Extracts from Savitri by Sri Aurobindo

The soul in man
Is greater
Than his fate.


The life you lead
Conceals the light you are.


The great are strongest
When they stand alone.


The day-bringer
Must walk
In darkest night.


Our life is a march
To a victory
Never won.


Man can accept his fate,
He can refuse.

– Sri Aurobindo, Savitri


My Heart Leaps Up

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
– William Wordsworth


When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale’s song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

From: Teachings of Rumi E.M.Whinfield
– Rumi


Cosmic Consciousness

I have wrapped the wide world in my wider self
And Time and Space my spirit’s seeing are.
I am the god and demon, ghost and elf,
I am the wind’s speed and the blazing star.

All Nature is the nursling of my care,
I am its struggle and the eternal rest;
The world’s joy thrilling runs through me, I bear
The sorrow of millions in my lonely breast.

I have learned a close identity with all,
Yet am by nothing bound that I become;
Carrying in me the universe’s call
I mount to my imperishable home.

I pass beyond Time and life on measureless wings,
Yet still am one with born and unborn things.


Sri Aurobindo


‘T is so Much Joy!

’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the victory!

Life is but life, and death but death!
Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!

And if I gain,—oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the steeples be,
At first repeat it slow!
For heaven is a different thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o’erwhelm me so!

By: Emily Dickinson