Peace of sound

Peace of sound,
Sense of belonging,
A Romanticism within,
A prosperous zenith,
An excess of emotions,
A blur of vision,
Clarity in that disruption.

Animals are born to survive,
Man is born to live,
Earth is a place of haunt
And to create it and lend life,penchant
Of all things alive-
An euphoric sense of divine;
The magic brush which speaks-
Of fantasies and gross truth-
A parade,a tribute,
To the power,which dares not to be mute.

The war within,
The war in the world around,
Faceless and dangerous,
An adventurer within ,
A daredevil about,
The verses of an invention
Hoarse to a few,
Alive and divine to the rest.

In the virgin gaps between the sound,
A belonging-the world is alive,
More so in the silence,
Than the condescending virtue.
In thought there is a superiority,
In life there is an affinity,
A negation to the moment,
An anti to the passion,
A verve to the mundane,
A candour to the bane,
That which seeks home,
When insults are thrown.

The peace of sound,
Shakes and bares the ground.
Releasing those who are bound
Within the pride of human crowd,
They thrall the arbitrary
And lend form and break immunity.
Pecuniary of the universe,
The adage of the moral serf.

And yet they give life,
And beauty they abide,
Within they strike,
The chords and chime the life,
And make humans forget their blight;
And in love,move high,
Towards their aptitude and divinitude.

Peace of sound,
Sense of belonging,
A romanticism within,
A prosperous zenith,
An excess of emotions,
A blur of vision,
Clarity in that disruption.

The light shines the brightest

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Thought ,action and the society

So after everyone has cut,dissected,chewed and what not with the whole issue of “Indian Culture”,I am responding. I am not going to get into details about the whole incident.Forgive me if I digress too much,but it is too complicated to make it simple.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature:” 

 

This is what the bard said all those years ago.And yet after all these years of hard thought ,development and modernisation,even as we run against ourselves in a never ending quest,humans in general and pseudo-humans in particular haven’t got it yet.

the corner stone of civilization and development and innovation has always been the “thought”(a few of you might recount this post.),yet this very thought has faced a lot of opposition since time immemorial. Inventors and those who are curious to know about the world,have always faced the wrath of those who are not capable of such.From Socrates through Galileo to every other individual who was tried for thinking, discrimination has always embraced those who dare to do the unthinkable-to think.

Not that the current incidents of discrimination have thing to do with science,it has more to do with the perception and cognitive ability of those who acted(isn’t that science? seeing the world around us?).The appalling and that which stands out is the fact that these people had no voice.Yet what  is the standard by which they act? 

Whose standard is the right standard? 

Every creature has the ability to judge.This is instinctive,yet as we grow up the surroundings we grow in and the world around us(nurture)  influences our standards of judgement.And so the reason we have this friction is because of different views/beliefs.Now these views and beliefs are woven into the person we are when we grow.So let me go out of the bound and venture into (tyring to) see what might have led to the varied standards.

In a world of many crimes,it is possible to over power a human with guilt.And people who have “sinned” (so to speak) all their lives look for a way to “redeem” themselves.And for such redemption the path most often than not leads to “godmen” .Throughout history these men have always have been a negation of the values which the thought allows.Let me be clear,

Once you make someone feel guilty of an action,there next response is to surrender.This gives the “judge” indispensable power over the other.Now to make sure that their pawn is either  white or black(and thus ending the wanning monochrome) ,they dispel the very basic tool of human survival,the thought(long story made short,we can’t kill an animal one on one without tools)  to make sure their pawns cannot see beyond the known environment.The proof of this is the fact that many of the greatest achievers in history,have all known to keep to themselves and not belong as such to any organisation in which they would be a pawn.

Now with such a large crowd at their disposal,any opposition (anyone who as much as uses the left instead of right) has to be disposed off.It becomes easy,as the majority is the law.Not a nice picture to paint.but we should remember that many have lived all this and mankind progressed into what it is today. Yet their(those who lived) Achilles heel has been that the fact that thinkers as such cannot be united under one frame,to create a roof for those who don’t like them is impossible.

So this negation has managed to get more than a foot and a hand in the world.And so has anyone who thought differently been chopped off them.So what we need to do is make sure that peoples’ ability to think are not compromised.IF this were a true jungle and you are left to your own devices with your face against an antagonising world with an uncanny ending proposed for you,then you would have no way out of it except thinking and acting.

And this remains.But when we do find a “tribe”  we find security,this enables us to expand our thoughts and influence.Now what about the person who finds security in a thoughtless world,where the words of one who dreams at destruction is over powering and rhetoric ? He is on, strings to be pulled.

This post till now has eaten a lot of words.But don’t mistake me,I am asking you for your compassion for these pseudo-humans,I am asking you to choose which standard should survive.And let me put the other choice,which the above is a negation off-

A world where innovation is the key and love is more than that a dictionary can define.One where skill is valued and altruism is looked down upon and where the rules need not be imposed as each one has the sense of the quotation mentioned above.A world where ” force ” is that which is used to sustainably develop the world around and money is a mode of exchange.

WHICH ON WOULD YOU PREFER? 

 

Whose fault is it? 

I have read a lot of posts which go about trashing and beating the incident but I found very few looking at the fact and the problem and (almost) no one willing to place of origin.

If fable-ous stories suit your romanticism,the devil takes the face of anyone and everyone.If you prefer more tangible,there isn’t.These are ideas which have spread.After all it is from the people,for the people and by the people.So if we ever want to correct this,we should stop screaming and start looking for ways.We all are very generous at giving donations,so how about donating some time to look at what can be done? 

From within the society it arises.Now it is not possible to change the views of people who are grown and senile but we can make sure that the future world is safe of such views.But then how? 

A possible solution is to make schools provide education which would have more affinity to thought rather than other sorts.Make no mistake,it doesn’t mean you take away the prayers etc,I am not advocating that(nor am I trying to force the view that there should be such) but religion and its dogmatic impositions should not be tattooed into children,freedom and creativity should be the fundamentals.We can have special schools for people from less privileged backgrounds,where in they are thought how to think.

All this sounds romantic but the thing is we all don’t have time,we are running a race ,a human race.But then we forget that all this endangers for the very thing we are working for,a better tomorrow.

The onus might be heavy to bear,but then by not caring we are making it heavier for tomorrow.The problem is more complicated by the fact that no one is equal in thought and bodily.We cannot feed a code and expect the same output,we are designed to work in our own unique way.Discrimination will always be a problem. And jealously and other such emotions add make it more grotesque.

Conclusion:-

We can all write and write and condemn but the fact is that such forces do exist. When a leader who does believe in non-violence and development of human beings with an individual’s rights asserted and the world fit to be roamed and discovered(with the flora and fauna ) does take the helm,for a short while the world seems fine.Yet for something which has dominated for centuries one generation of washing does not remove the stains,it only pollutes the rivers.

I started writing this post,with a kilo of optimism but coming to a close,I don’t feel any sense of achievement.It is their mistake and it is ours as well.And we need to make sure “not a pound more” is taken.But blood shall be shed along and to those of us,who still want to see humans as complete as we are born,it adds macabre and sends into paranoia.

To suit the words to action and action to the word,i.e. use our discretion ,we need to have one standard.Yet that shouldn’t be rigid.But then rigidity has always been the shell of the society.So to simply make things look simpler so that we all can go with out lives and not forget all this as soon as the news channels have got their TRPs,let me say,we need to change the way people think.And we can only be catalysts ,so how storng are we going to be? 

P.S: This post may not be complete in many sense,so I promise to reply to comments in full this time and not with smileys 🙂

A metaphor called God

A blanket above,
A world below,
As dreams fill sleep,
Angles oblique and steep,
Fill grotesque hours with
Inert worth of days, betwixt.

The day scumbs to night,
The hours hang alive,by minutes,
Postulates to the sense of being alive.
Attachments call,to feel,
To be,to sense victory,of something
Which is an image of something greater.

A metaphor called God,
Revives a sense of an all
Engraved hour-into one,
Of an acclaimed need,in a few
Verses,which relight the sight,
To the touch of a greater proportion,
The value of life-the pinnacle of salvation.

To err is human,yet to err is not human.
A cell of nature,an atom of a final being,
Circular waves of creation and destruction,
Flow within,thus making a final preposition-
That balance is within and around,
Freedom senseible and yet bound.
The liberty to move,
The capricious constants,
Which grow and grew,
Thanks to winds of east and west,
Some ultimate zest,a locus at every point,
So cunningly mystic,
that to not dream is drastic.

In the being,a sense lives.
Of what?Of whom? Of where?
Is something which few dare,
To raise and even fewer to chase.
And to one whose moral is low,
How to put across,how to show,
That beyond everything there is a gap,
And that which dares not to show up,
Is the one which we need to find,
For a known foe is better than an unknown fiend.

God,a superlative common,
To all.Yet one which we deem to be stoned
Or ubiquitous yet made to be borne.
But nay,the circumstances,
The thee breaths free-as free
As any human born into the world,
A product of nature and essentially
Of something greater,a wall against to run,
To constantly compare and raise to,
From birth to death through.

The God is of a greatness,which within
We strive to evolve,to push the being,
As God is one,and all is one,termed
Or understood to be God.If not for
Man’s intellect how would a word,
Be thrown about,stud to every language,
Common to everyone alive? how a concept
Be so profound and left to interpret
And yet be starved with glorious neglect
Of a few? From where or when arose
This force or concept such,
That its value be so little yet so lush?

When can a mind,be so alive,
That is sees life? When can pain
Be so alive,that living is a sense?
What worth is this world,
When one dreams? And what of
God,does is it mean?
A mode through which we know?
Or a clear and stark iridescent show?
A spark of light?
Or the setting sigh of a twilight?

What integrity does everything propose
To,that we have a value to set aside
And compare and abide? The way of God?
If so,then a balance and not goodness to all
Can be seen,how can a universe be,
Set to a better tune,when the impact
Is seen as the one to reach and not the
Beauty and vivacity of each string and sound?
Is this a way to be bound? Ignorance
Seems to chaff life of a greater benevolence.
Yet something keeps alive.
Something tells you,you are right.

One in all,
All in one,
Justice, poetic,
Illusions mystic.
Movements,songs,
Verses,Prayers,
Sounds,sight,
visions and thoughts
All within and around a circle,
Yet what tangent should we find,
To take a new path and understand
The nature of light?
If life be a force,
If earth be or not be more than a rock,
What is the master plot?

God,A feeling,a sense,
To be seen within,that which
Prompts and pulls and moves,
The being from within,
That which strives to give
Sense to all.If life was just
A being with thought and sense
And the ability to feel,
God is that which makes
All of it real and a sense of superior,
Which motivates the being to move,
And then search its value.

If God is the truth,then it means
To search it,means an means to an end.
If God be life,then it means a calm
To overcome phases of death.
If God means everything,
Then it is a negation of nothing.
And so God be everything,
That which is everything we know
Moves,which prompts us to move,
So that it too,can grow through
And intend its virtue to a few more,
Of cosmic worlds unknown and unseen.

God is a metaphor,
The name,the forms given to the blur,
Which we all see.
The force which makes us think,
The force that makes us seek.
Instinct and knowledge,
Worlds and Wisdom,
Virtue and venerated.

Without a gap,
Without a constant arising
From all,what curve can be right?
Might and brutish strength,
Achievements through veiled plagues,
Yet justice served is infinite
And so it is poetic.
God at a poet’s heart,
Seems to sketch,something,
Consistent and thoughtful
Yet a play with misery and beauty,
Every tone to its worth.

But what can draw,all this?
Unless one explodes at a point
In time,that which forces a rime,
To be made alive and burst
alive ,forces forced to move,
Gravity of it all,new.
Unseen but felt,
We can value it,relative
To our life and what we sell.

Thus all in all God,
Is that which we be
That which causes and
Is the virtue of causation,
Whose effects infuse a
Sense and make us seek
The beginning as the end,
And again the end,
All the while seeking a tangent
To move to a different sense,
Where in elevation is gained by
Meeting another circle and another
Way out,in and out of life and
Virtual into a mental idea and stride
All the while in a world of real illusions.

The God is a metaphor,
Of superior sight,
Of the innate we abide.
Truth is not the end
But means to an end.

mortality is lost when
sense of reality is found.
Man’s work is to break inability
To achieve it or not destiny.

The light shines the brightest

An ancient knowledge,life and survival

Knowledge from the past-
Clear and still at a sagacious heart.
With nature nurtured thoughts,
In a single need all move to the mast.
In a world of survival, to live,
Dominance of spirit is quintessential.
And such a spirit is one who dares
And wishes to follow the inner will,
To move a pawn,so that it is not a loss
But a  gambit,a gain at an apparent faux pas.
To edge out the miser and the assumed sinner,
So as to create a world peaceful and “better”,
A few culled the apparent weak,
And those in fear and at heart meek,
Tried to cheat and call it witches meat.

Yet the power of life will strive,
For the chain is to reach a height,
So high that life would quail
Not at a challenge but run the circle again,
Till a  suitable tangent is found,
To reinvent a being and strength,
Alive from within,ablaze
With the strength of  the first being,
Nay capricious,but of definite strength,
Of known yet unknown origin and malleability.
Why does the light shine and not be dark?
Why so nature be born white and sight
Not bleed out and blind? 

To become greater is the spirit,
Yet how far is the star,that shimmers,
Within the reach of the eye?
What intuition moves the world,
Why be held with gravity,
When we are potent of greater vivacity?
If the soul be a constant,then expression
of  it,is everything in its legion.
Yet the eye sees and the mouth eats,
A few farther a few,few more,
A stretch in the limits of known
To the extent of a better known,
All the while embedded in an unknown,
A definite finite,something,
Nothing and anything.

In darkness,hours flow, aby
They,the propensity to enhance the way.
To carve a place,in history-
While life is dismally short,
Engraved can be in immortal
That which will last,
As long as  it wishes to be a part.

By selection,of some conceit
Notion,A deeper cognition
In into the motives and aspirations.
The relationship between future
And the past,the present is a state
Of affairs,where in one thins
All the while becoming thicker into many.

An affection,an embrace to evolve,
Lest you be left behind,so unfelt,
So ruthless,weakness is a paranoid
Belt,worn to remind us of the ancient
Way and name.Yet in it a few find
Better,for in it lies an approach,worthier
And more occult ,waiting to be tamed
And used as a step,to climb a level higher,
To make man so much more healthier and better.

Nexus between and insanity in living,
The integrity of a being to abide
By choice to his code,will persist,for
It is the secret knock on a known door-
Opening to a different world,for each,
Thoughts different and differences to teach.

And finally that which shall live be the strongest,
For the light seen  is the brightest.
Truth is not the end
But means to an end.

The light shines the brightest

Alive and abide

From mobile photos!

And as the world stood below,
The skies are waiting to be conquered.
As the sunlight fades,
A need to be on top dawns.
The demons of hell shall never take a hand,
And even if death might someday,
Descend from the above,
Today,it is there to be won.
Not of avarice or glutton ,
But for the joy of life,
For living,for being human.

No curse can ever take an hand,
for goodness is innate in man.
Yet so an abyss depth can scare
and make you return to the ground.
Yet the inertial desire can never bind,
And so unlike a bird but like
An angle in your dreams,
You want to soar high,
high,higher than life.

Wont feelings can go away,
From this day,
From this moment on,
There is no wrong,
Except that which
threatens to break
The fundamentals of life.

Freedom is that which you can,
Where you are;Being bound,
is the zealous curse of a virus
Whose strength of life is dead.
Though another one among all,
A dot in a line,endless,
If not for you,everything shall
End.A code, fathomless,
Yet innate,twixt,nexus,
Between an end and beginning
known yet unknown,
For such is the refection,
Surreal in reality,
yet real in immortality.

Many dreams surround,
Myriad dreams make life,
It shall go by,
And all i wish is to reach
Beyond my reach,
Move away from the circles,
Take a leap from the vertex
of a triangle and move along,
the line,my locus shall be within.
Reality is what i perceive
And when i sleep,
The world is lull,
And me with alive
And morals within,I abide by.

 The light shines the brightest

and try to reach,beyond our reach

Even as hours passed,
in the visage park,
life just crawled across.
A feeling old,
a feeling new,
sometimes life was threw,
sometimes life is new.
Even if a somber might
take the face,
within there is the thrills of the chase.

The soul power-
the fluttering of hours,
is just a moment,
lesser so,
in one of timeless boundaries.
A million circles intersect,
and a tangent to all,
is born in the interment,
on which ,once thoughts
feel the relived spark,
they grow the wings
and decide to fly,
lest we be buried so alive,
in the rituals,
which are too aghast-
it is only for the past.

Even as memories remain,
we need to see across the skies,
who says young or old,
determines profoundity,
or mere grey, serenity?
Yards and yards,
miles and miles,
yet a few spots of colour
is all the remains.
When is today,
a knowledge of the past?
Unless one can see so far
ahead,propelled by some rage
and made to write a new page,
in the works of the world,
because of some wordy hurt.

Neither is a moment,
written, not gullible,
the forces acting along
and across,can always be added to
or something new,
might just push or pull,
the leashes of the circles
and gravity might be seen
and matter might become obsolete.
Nor is it too gullible,
finally everything fuses
and fission is not too loose-
To release a few, might be,
but finally to integrate
and achieve the desired fate,
it churns and predetermines
even as freedom is more
in an element contained,
rather than a world of skies
and will,for in such,
essential is survival
and not living.
Yet without marked points,
a few can still float
and live,
for that is their will.

And such people are those,
to whom,their home,
is a place of solace-
their home within,
the one filled with
dreams and thoughts
and ideas.the universe
may seem dark,
yet there is enough
light,to throw clarity,
on the visage
and put things beyond age.

As the skies are blankets,
and emotions the heat within,
there is a sense of existence,
as something does breath in the shell.
Through it we feel and see,we dwell,
within it and with it move
across this myriad world,
We know and get to know
and many more are relearned
as we flow,flow and flow.

Knowledge is eternal
and truth perennial,
both not the end
but means to an end,
the end being
endless,yet bound
to something which
we cannot comprehend.
Until the day we know,
what is the beyond of the beyond
what lies beyond the eyes’
sight and beyond the feelings
feel,we need to stroke
and poke and revoke
and break and ultimately
make and live our path
among the all,
and try to reach,
beyond our reach,
not in vanity,
but for eternity.

The truth is not the end,
but means to an end.

The light shines the brightest

FAN?

From misc1

It goes round and round,pushed by electricity.What if electricity was never discovered? What if Benjamin Franklin hadn’t flown a kite? What if Faraday and Edison and others didn’t think?No this is not about saying we are thankful but about doing what they did-questioning things.What do you see in the fan? Oh by the way the ceiling fan was invented by Philip Diehl 

 

“If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing.” ~ B. Franklin

 

Quote from here.

 

 

To the moon!

From photoshopped

From photoshopped

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Of the subatomic and the brain

Well well,the world is going to end sooner than 2012,it seems! Wow,i am waiting for it! What with a  letter on Nikhil’s blog and so many people writing about how the world is at panic,that a few scientists are going to perform an experiment.Well i am looking forward to it.Hope they find how the universe came into being,they will deserve it,for they have put in a lot of effort.We all are so bothered about dieing suddenly aren’t we? Why aren’t we the creatures who don’t give a damn about our fellow creatures on earth and treat them however we wish?We go even as far the trade them,across nations,we pack them and deprive them or their rightful freedom.Why talk of other creatures,when we kill our own race,in the name of religion and the usual stuff?

I haven’t bother watching the news in a while( i saw Kalam’s interview last ,on Sunday night.It was about the N-deal) .So it was all started by some stupid channel,which had exhausted its ability to find things which people really have to bother about.Has anyone considered the fact,that these guys have brains and they know how to make sure it is safe? One thing i hope is that,they publish the results and use it strictly for experimentation alone.Whatever happens they should never give to the monkeys ,who know nothing except to throw thing on each other.

CERN has assured the world that it is all safe. It is pretty amazing,that we humans have evolved so much( yes, well i need to call these people aliens among humanity,but well after all,these people are humans,and the others something else) .What once seemed impossible is possible now.As the weirdest among the aliens(Einstein,firefox corrects me,i still can’t spell his name correctly!)  said

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.”

And i agree with him complete.It takes hell a lot of effort to cramp the universe into the small box.As we move along we face more new questions and problems and are left to ponder these,to arrive at more and more questions and problems.But well, we are the species which are supposed to think and use our brains for survival.The problem is that,there are too many monkeys and apes still running about with cloths and ostrich( no i misspelled this too!)  brain claiming arbitrary things and destroying our world.But humans have always survived,after all

It took 380,000 years for the electrons to be trapped in orbits around nuclei, forming the first atoms.

As this page says.

Well to finish up things,here is another graffiti or scribbling or whatever you want to call it.

From photoshopped

Update: see this page,it has the pic of the LHC 🙂

The ocean of thought.

We are all like fish.The only difference being that,we live on land and not in water.All the waters of the world,converge into one thing called sea.We all live between water,which occupies most of our world.Isn’t it beautiful that,the water has given us space to live? Among humanity too,there are a few people,who make and help create lives for the whole of humanity everywhere.These people are not huge in numbers,but in importance they are the oceans of the world.The men and women,who changed the world,are the reason why we all are still here.At every point in history,a few take it upon themselves,to save the race.There are so many forces within humanity,which exploits and makes humans,discard,their true purpose.At different points it has always been different forces.Today our world is very fast moving.Money is what talks,yet is it wrong making money?I don’t think so.I think what we should see is the way a person makes the money.To do ,to achieve things in life,we need a force and for man,that force is thought.Everything we do arises from somewhere within us.We need to think to survive and live.For us,what is really important,is not just eating and dieing,but beating our ancestors in every possible way.For us,GROWTH is the word.

Growth is the true purpose of everything.The universe keeps growing,species keep growing and life keeps evolving.Yet there always is a resistance against this force.The resistance,is the friction required for us to move forward.true enough,but the friction is too great for a few people. If each one of us could use our ability,to the maximum,just like that,without having to face the resistance of “society” imagine,where we would be.What makes the society,is us.We all are born with the same ability,yet why do a few people refuse to use their ability to think?Why is it that people lead to their own starvation and destruction? While i just wrote in the last post,that destruction is a phase on the way to peace,I didn’t mean the kind of destruction that these creatures ,these parasites of society impose on humanity .The destruction i was talking about there was the destruction of the walls,the destruction of ones illusions,the fight one has to go through within ,so that they understand the world better.Yet the only destruction that has taken place around us,is the destruction of thought.Once the ability to think is done with,then nothing else exists.We all are very proud of humanity,for having produced great intellectuals.Just think, what we have given for that.The tsystem a person like Einstein had to beat.The fight Galliello had to fight, etc.We all talk of some ancient battles which form the corner stone of our belief,yet do we realize why it had to be so? Do we understand what really the story means?When we talk of the Mahabaratha and the Bhagavath Gita,do we understand what was happening.I don’t think those our just story books, they represent the truth,for they were written when humanity was smaller and knowledge greater.Leaving everything else aside,what they say is this:- Do what you are supposed to do.Now to do what we are supposed to do,we need to use our head.All of us have the head,alright,so why not use it?

Terrorism.The most brutal form of not thinking.While a few of the better minds use their power,the others involved in it are just dumb creatures,whose brains have been washed,cleaned,dried and then filled with the idea of plundering.We all know where the diamonds come,don’t we? then why are we still fueling terrorists?Whose mistake is it that those human beings were to take up to such action?What law do they feel is breached,that they create more fear among the “commons” ? Incidents like 9/11 have always happened in the past,then why didn’t we learn from them?While it is necesaary to live in the present,if you think of the past,then you need to see it clearly.We all have heard of kingdoms being plundered and looted,we all have heard of people being killed in numbers,yet we never learnt.The only reason why those few intellectuals leave the “right” and take up the “wrong” is that they didn’t have a place here.There are stories which depict this,yet did we learn? Just take a second to think of those bed time stories.try analysing them.You will find that,you have,in your life,been all those characters.You have been the  snow white,you have been the hare and you have been the tortise.Yet no one has told you think of those stories as such.By the word of mouth a lot of things have survived.And by calling a few things as “tradition” many more things have survivied.Take a closer look and the truth stares at you.

So to understand things better,we need to think.Shakespeare says it as ” let discretion be your tutor”.When will we learn to use it? When will the society on the whole,choose the right people to lead them?When will the society,understand those few beings who have been the sea,in which they live?Is it that the society is scared of deeper waters ,that it calls the sea evil?Unless,every individual,realizes his/her true capability,till then we will never always have the two sections of humanity.There is no inbetween here,you either belong here or there.The third over here,is you.Unless we all decide to think and see beyond the contradictions,then their is no use,trying to emacipate.The only way to see the light,at the end of the tunnel,is the start moving.It doesn’t matter if you walk or run,you can take your own time,but stop trying to live in the darkness,you can’t live where you can’t see.

A lot has been done to try and light the lamp.Yet if you stamp or blow the light away,thinking that it is either waste of fuel or some enemy,you will never get to the end.The lamp is lit,so that you can use it to guide you.As you move along the path,add more fuel and let your fire grow.You will be able to see more and more around you.Realization dawns only ignorance sets,so throw shed your fear of the light,there is a better world and there are better things,then disgust and contempt and animosity.

Next time you do something,try to think why you do it.Next time ou speak,try to hear your own voice and try to understand what you are saying.Next time you are struck by beauty,see yourself as a part of the beauty.Next time face a problem,think of what might have presceeded it.Next time when everything seems dark,remember the day when we found fire.Next time you are left without hope,think of you as a child and see your future.And before all those next times,now think of your self and what you could be and what is your potential.

the light shines the brightest

P.S: Among other things,one of the major inspiration behind this is,the book “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand.