and try to reach,beyond our reach

December 23, 2008 § 6 Comments

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

And so life will kiss

December 20, 2008 § 12 Comments

Yet a curse to be borne,
and even as we parade
through attachments,
we feel the sense of
magic and divine incarnations.
Not a God,it is,but
a sense of belonging
to something bigger,
as wide as the universe
more profound than the curse.
Yet a boon in bane,
there is no need to refrain.
With a panache,
we can move on,
yet so is the earthly mood,
that the universe is not
great enough,for our dreams
to be filled with those illiterate
verses,which are sung,
by a betwixt soul,
in transmission between
a mortal heaven and a mortal hell.

For paradise,we have been thought
and so as to that,we bore a mark,
that sin was to break apart,
by the name of some good God.
Yet no salvation was kindled,
nor a state of rest born,
for a sudden silence was worn
by all,as if it was to mourn
one alive,even as the person,
gasped aloud,in pain.
For that is the cause of attachment
albeit the need you feel,
to return a good thought
to the creatures which stung.

A man cannot not talk to an insect
of immortal(in his eyes) heavens,
but can induce it to move in an
order,only utterly mortal,
that it just seems immoral.
And so too cannot this sense
be thought,to those who
decide not to evolve,even
if by an unconscious moratorium.
And so ignorance stings,
if not the ignorant,
but those who know
the light.For shadow
needs light,to hide,
and ignorance needs knowledge
to say that it has a right.

The night sky,shines with so
many a star,whose energy
is past anything close by.
Yet to us,they seem but a dot,
on a canvas,one to be painted over,
by ignorance,so that in bliss,
we can say that as a majority
we have eliminated the probability
of a greater state
and that this is our fate.
With such a obscure and misfit
proposition,even as our hands
pray to itself to build a better
one,we within,discriminate
the better for the worse,
lest,we feel greater than
what we are.

Yet when the within flickers
and a ubiquitous leap we make,
into the light,the world
throws its darkness onto,
so that it can sleep a bit more.
This is like a winter-stops
growth and delays the next.
But what of the one who
was striped? Bare and
let to face the cold,
life within seems to draw to a close.
And for one who has decided to live,
the world chooses death,
majority are never wrong
and at the mercy of the merciless
throng,almost buried alive,
the light within then grows
alive and makes the universe see
and so the sunshine seeks
to kill the earthy darkness
and let the soul of the ignorance
see that it is belittle
and that greatness is of one,
who punishes not that which can’t see,
though it means taking a worse.

That is the kind which is alive.
The one who will choose death
instead of the ignorant be hurt
so fondly-lest he be woken
from his awakened sleep
earlier than he deemed be.
And so life will kiss
and wish to be blessed
by the divine,who not
one the speck,but the world,
for they belong to themselves
and no other.

the light shines the brightest

Self belief

December 15, 2008 § 11 Comments

A wish,a wish,
just say I will.

Even as the clouds gather
and the sky turns darker,
a sense of belonging,
a pride in living,
creates a prayer.

As a flower blooms on a Monday,
in December,it will never see May,
yet all it has is to hope,
for it is possible for it’s will to elope
the chains,the times’ ropes.

In the song of the world,
every note,is in order,
and the larger picture,
has a balance,
on so gallant and dynamic,
that it ushers everything
from the beyond to the twig,
to its place,in an illusion
of catacombs and many a maze.

And when a note is struck
or when something goes muck,
the song does not die,
but resides down a while-it lies
at the level of each,
as per the need and reach.

At a pace,each of its own it seems,
yet whose hand can paint the tree
or heat the sun,one violent and
the other so piquant a green?

But within each of us,is a note,
in the song of the world,
it is the same spirit,
which makes us the same
as different from others.
And by the strength of being a note,
which together we all wrote
and will write,there is a need
to move,to keep upright
and walk past,those,
who spend their life,
in demeaning the value of the light.

Forgives is not the coveted fruit,
as it is not right to be mute.
Yet squeezed not be too,
as the inner will is greater
than that urge to kill-
except in an bit to protect
the truth from the mystic.

In the tales ever so fond told,
there is always a hero and a lady-
between the mundane there is truth,
which is too stuck,that it seems to escape,
those who either forgave or gape.

As the night takes over the skies,
we known this is a passing.
And even if the world be dark,
there is light in the park,
the azure is always lit,
for even if we were to turn around
a while,the true belief will always
be there alive.

In a question of survival and to live,
it is not possible to keep things still.
And so as the world moves,
in circles,we too run around
the bushes and make and create
and destroy walls ,
which satisfy our inner call.

yet all that matters is you
and life is truly lived by the few,
who know,though the earth
seems a trap,that they may
be bound a while,
if they sing as they should
into the night,
the world will revive,
their highs and thus
they can fly high
and far away from the sonorous
melee of earth and the myopic kind.

So be ready to be lit,
and see your self,where you fit.
The true strength of life-the grit
to walk the last mile,
the trust in your self,
that you are right,
comes from the voice,
so sing aloud,
you are not one in the crowd.

To everyone,each is special
and things seem all too well,
until,illusions take over
and turn the voices into
something which shoves,
and make them the harbinger
of a brutish drawl.Yet that too
is nature and once we see it,
we can make it better-
by searching the right tune,
by making us immune,
to the ways of the infidel,
who has no belief,
not in God or other such,
but in himself.

Truth is not the end,
but means to an end.
Illusion hurt-
the world may seem curt,
yet what matters,
is yourself
and what you do and
where you dwell.
So forget,not forgive,
those folly handed
fools,who claim
that something else rules.
The world is of lazies faire,
and forces might dare,
but as long as you care,
don’t let them mar
your life,you kind,
which is the way of divine.

the light shines the brightest

Forever,the divine eternal shall glow.

October 30, 2008 § 11 Comments

Forever,the divine eternal shall glow.

Yet for a few moments,something takes over,
and things look like,as if there is no better,
and everything ends and shall witter.
And for those moments,
you are caught,uninspired,almost lifeless,
lest that life be frivolous.
But it is an illusion,like any other,
and the bloodless pallor,
is soon replaced by the brightest
which will take you and your life,
to new,oh!new heights.

The night,is a gap,
but there is no lapse,
in the presence of light.
And it is your battle you wage,
and for guidance
you have nothing else but cognition,
your tool which will lead to salvation.
The good is spread and strewn
and mixed and set to a tune
it serves those who seek
and always separates the mighty from meek.
timeless,like the ocean,
whose life is beyond estimation,
it flows and sings to those,
who desire the elevation.
The mystic hours are deviations
which finally will make you yearn
for the place where it all began,
the place called home,
where you return after the roam.
There within,it you will find,
though unused,it is warm,
and the old serenity,the calm
returns and the world turns
and runs,for its opinions
are thoughtless and God bless,
it can’t face the boisterous
who boils at the sight of hypocrisy
whose discipline is such that
sometimes,it looks like lunacy.
And yet,in the madness,
the notes fall into place,
and the song sings on its own
and you ascend to the throne
of your own make
and will live for your own sake.
Up above the world so high
there it lies,
the one which closes into this dry
and beaten land,which you wish to fly
and get the better of and aye
that is what your desire hopes
and emotions are the boards
on which you build the craft
which shall protect you from the harsh-
everything caprice and baseless
arbitrary and the ruthless muscular fury.
Your intuition shall show reason
and for satisfaction
you shall go on the mission.

The birds fly,
the stars rise,
the earth lies
and at that sight,at the zenith
there is no vice
for the wise is the one,
who knows what lies beneath
and what awaits above,
though not in facts
but in abstractions where it lacks.
The divine shall shine
and the eternal is mine
for within i can feel
and without it i am meek.
What maybe its name,
and even if it will end in bane,
I am ready to face,
everything,to where i raise
for the belief is greater
and in craziness lies my sanity.
Let the world cry,
let it proclaim,i am vain,
but to me it is all the same,
all that i have to gain,
i shall and those loses
are repressed in the depressed-
those hours under the grey
clouds of hellish profile,
where the world got its say
but it will never have its way,
against the storm,who blows
with knowledge and belief
that blowing will give it relief
and that ,it is its life’s work
are to break and tare
for in its destruction
shall the tree be trimmed
so that a new branch can begin.
The balance it shall give
to the world on the whole,
for destruction it is not,
it is doing its part.
And those who claim to be storms
can fake the appearance but never
the trust and tenacity
for such is the truth’s intensity.
The twig writes destiny by being a twig
and the meek fail to fill the pen
and expect to be forgiven
for the destruction of beauty
whose eternal magnanimity
is so blessed that,it shall live
forever,for it has no enemy
for everything has a desire to be free.

The world shall be at peace,
Within me at least.
What is see is what i perceive,
and what i feel is what i perceive.
And what i perceive i shall act on
and on that act,my name shall go on.
For white is white,
if i see so and the black,black
if i see so.And yet,behind all that lies
a thought greater than the sight,
the unknown,yet alive
which flows and rains
forever,without any exchange
for its value can never be waged
and it is saved by the rage,
the frenzy of the one who sees
it and wishes to belong
and at that,it will never go wrong.

Forever,the divine eternal shall glow.
To me people come and go,
and the world throws
and tries to fill me with remorse.
Yet the joy within i need
and that i seek,
and to think i exist
and my existence is my pride
and it shall last until i die.
The gloom will pass
and that which will last
is life and that will strive.

The light shines the brightest

you are better than what the world feels

October 13, 2008 § 11 Comments

From teachers day

A sense of calm prevails.
Serenity,invades.
Over come and joyous
delight filled-the light cools.
A sense of security,
a few moments of glory.
Truth,will shine,
and you are none but divine.
Your existence has worth,
and you know,that birth,
is a manifestation-demanded,
by a need and that your presence,
is to be felt.What you do,
is a representation of life
and as long as you trust the truth,
your way is right.
You think to exist,
to perceive,every sound,
sight and object.
You comprehend nature
and think on further,
to add a bit more.
You represent your thoughts
and your actions
are bigot to the light in which you trust.
For how much ever,
the world can drink,
the endless sea,has enough
to satisfy every possible wealth.
To preserve your knowledge,
the best way is to express-
to your self.Your thoughts
are the fuel,your body,the container,
and the world waits for you to be alive-
to become the light.Yet the inertia 
of darkness prevails,so to wash 
the shadow,you need belief,
that you are better than what the
world feels.In you is the light,
and you can become the strength,
for the nature of light,is to burn,
and your fuel shall learn,
of places and origin
and the knowledge filled within.

the light shines the brightest

From teachers day

What do you hear?

October 11, 2008 § 15 Comments

Shhhhh….

What do you hear around you?

Try to identify all the different sounds around you and trace them to their origin.What are the sounds you hear?

A rime about humanity

October 3, 2008 § 9 Comments

Fire moved and the wind cooled,
hours and hours went by,
earth became barren and dry.
The last of the fight was done,
and the gestation had began.
The water perennial rose,
and life was for the those who chose.
A mist covered the world,
and hours and hours went by.
The sun turned from bright yellow,
to a shady orange and set for the last time,
on the race which existed on earth’s face.
Come that night,
one last thing was left,the last fight-
between man and his right.
At last the beast faced the divine
at last it began at twilight.
the wind blew harder and  the
flame grew brighter.
He lay across,facing the sky-
sky held the light,
even though the source had left.
In him he beheld,the tale of the universe,
in his ,at last breathed the spirits,
of which he knew,he was truly made up of.
As he meditated on the sky,
and the last of sun’s light,
truly breathed within him, life.
He no more thought he was going to die,
death was a mere illusion,
which could now be just a preposition.
Ninety nine seconds went by,
and at the hundredth the fight at last began.
The race called humans,was at last at stake.
And from far away she watched,
and prayed that life would survive.
next to him was a sword,
which would play the quintessential part.
The first blow,was the beast’s,
and it tempted to tare and drink his blood,
yet the goodness held,
and he went further into hell.
Then took the beast the past’s history
and listed the sins of him and humanity.
It showed his precedessors’ folly,
and it showed him that he was the product of depravity-
he was born to destroy
and die and so he should.
The sword,he felt and the blood went ahead,
but the spirit held,
and so the beasts sprang again
and it swore on his being,vehement-
but the coup failed,
and he still prevailed.
Desperate and struck,
the wounded beast,went on a savage.
And he cried out loud,
and loud and loud,
till the world held only his shout.
He twisted and turned in pain,
and the rules of the game,
were broken again.
The beast claimed hand,
and the sword rose,
but in between the fury,
somebody hurried,
and held the sword away,
just for their own sake.

 

Above him he saw her,
and she held his word.
She laughed and creation rang out.
There she was, he saw her,
and beyond her,rose the moon.
It was sight of divinity,
and its profundity,
pronounced tenacity and beauty.
She touched his head,
and he felt,an over whelming peace,
he felt raw and new and at ease.
The beast within struggled,
and at her sight,muffled
and huffed and puffed,
and then within a great roar,
it became all but too sore,
and left at last,leaving a soul-
pure and clean,
just and truely seen.

She took him ,to herself,
and she walked on.
The moon,laughed,
and in the mirror,
he saw his light,cooled,
calm and pure delight.
And from within him,he felt,
and within he now dwelt,
and he realized that he ,
he,that he was the only one left,
and now life was his zest.
Her courage and grace had kept life,alive
and for her sake,he lay,
now a tool of Gaia.
And she the Goddess,
in him, he felt her,
left him to recover.
And then as hours moved by,
he saw the moon set,
and night at its darkest.
Yet now glowed an angel,
which showed light,
and the stars,were in a circle,
to her eyes,they were shy.

And at last,the truth of humans,
lay stark and naked.
There had been no folly,
and the evanescence,
had been a thesis at test.
For the Truth had been thus,
within the man,in the apple he
had thus ate,at last after thousand hours,
was the truth,that he had been an expression,
a thing of sorts,which would be alive,
forever,as long as its force lived.
And the force had been her,now he knew,
and energy of creation was now renewed.
And The sun light ,skewed far off,
and the darkness bid adieu,
and the stars disappeared,
from his view.And she came towards him,
and took him to the shore,
and there it was the thing which bore
the truth.The sea was at peace,
and the sun came high,
and at the sand of the tide,
they lay and heard the sea tell,
them in a tongue which they understood,
that –

Oh!life oh! has at last has become alive,
in the illusion of sorts,
you were thus put into,
and now everything is new.
The purpose oh! purpose,
had been to see,
if humanity was worth its creed!
But!oh! but,
albeit, all that,what you felt,
in those few minutes of twilight,
was the course that life,
might have had in twelve billion twlights,
and there was nothing left,
and oh!all prospects of breathing,
for spring beings,was strained,
until,she touched and broke the curse,
whose strength would have been adverse,
to that of creation.And now!oh!now,
pick up your sword and throw into me,
blood is where it should be,within the being.
Go and build your home,
and wood shall keep you warm,
air shall cool your bond,
and fire shall burn those wan.
Earth,oh!earth,are you willing to marry,
the sky?And sky oh!Sky marry the earth,
and between you shall be life.

And so they were wed,
and the bad dream dead and buried.
And a single star shone higher,
and the new progeny of earth was
borne that night,to be born after
a few more full moon nights.
And there lay,witness to the 
heavenly wedding,the creatures,
of evening.And paws bore no mud,
as the wild was at ease.
And there she turned to them
and they saw her kindness,
and hoped that what would come,
would be like her,the goddess.
In her eyes,they saw the future,
and in her,they knew there was danger,
but her comfort,was there for them
and so they would trust and let humanity
grow,for her,they would let life go on,
as she would be there,for them,
when the lusty swords of the little devils,
would tare and mar their gibing kittens.
They knew for all that was to be known,
that somewhere within them,humanity
might be worn by those which would
bleed and steal,but they knew that
her genes they would have,
and for that,until the time comes they would bare.
 
And as the many moons passed by,
and on a night,when the moon bright
and the stars were singing and the sky
clear and showed them the heaven rein,
there came the creature who would,
be the progeny of her,the earth
and him the sky.And in it they saw a glow,
and they knew,what they should do,
and they all celebrated with joy.
The devil try,as it might,
could find no wager,
and it looked on from the deep gray.
It knew one day,it could celebrate,
that would be the day,it told itself,
when someone from the glorious race,
would look at his face and say,
oh! my i am king of Gods,
and i need to worshipped 
and enveloped in all that is alive,
anything which dares to face me,
should die.So it knew it would wait,
for its tool never had been the snake,
but would always be,human’s gluttony
and hungry pride,and forever,
the evil would reside,when ,man lost 
his moral and killed because he was afraid.
The devil resided in man’s thoughts always,
because the sky,had seen the storm
and felt it within.And the sky,was nothing
without earth,who with her held it alright.
It was her force,which kept life alive,
and it was her passion to create.
And the sun,he knew,would keep there,
as he was the guide,the one above,
whom these things would never master.
In the sun,but he knew,was she too,
though which, he didn’t know.
But in him too there was the Goddess,
otherwise he would have never been able to suppress,
the anger within.He thought of himself-
 
And he knew then,that he was from her too,
that he was her child,just like everything else.
He then knew,he was there for balance,
and that he was her love too and he
had to live just like the sky.
And she the earth,had her forces,
who would create,and she held him
as her third,to destroy and make bait,
of those whose fight was to die.
He knew there would be a battle,
for generations to come,
between his own sons and those
children of her and the sky,
and there would be a winner,
and that day he would return there,
to thank her for his existence,
until then he said to himself
and he left the place,in a joyous mood.
 
He had noticed,that someone
else had been there.the one,
whom he had fought and called
beast,whom he had thought was dead.
But the cry from the future,
made him wake up to reality,
and he kissed his baby,
and he saw her looking at him.
He wondered about life,
and thought about his past,
and from where he might have sprung.
And all he had ever known
was darkness,but he knew within
that lay something,confused he became,
but he knew,humanity,as they would be known,
would come to known,of the causes beyond,
and on the day life goes beyond,that mark,
there will be the shore,where the sea would 
talk,until that day,it shall show them his face,
and at that sight,every time there race,
would move forward,and they would come to
know of life,he would be there light.
He thanked the sun,
who showed him to himself
and he kissed her good night,
as the birds sang together,
for the last time,for many many 
myriad years to come.

 

the light shines the brightest

A few thoughts scribbled..

September 19, 2008 § 12 Comments

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Atlas Shrugged-Ayn Rand.

September 8, 2008 § 20 Comments


This book surely has influenced me.Undiluted and straight forward,it makes you think about so many things.Why feel guilty about your virtues? Why should we give something to someone who doesn’t deserve it?What is the value of money? IS need important or ability?

“Evil is impotent and has no power but that which we let it extort from us.”

“Rationality is the recognition of the fact that nothing can alter the truth and nothing can take precedence over that act of perceiving it.”

The book is about a man who decided to stop the world.Through out history, people of ability have been the ones to be discriminated and been made to feel guilty about ,so the book tried to show where we will be if the “mind” goes on strike.

It is a splendid book.Every word,makes sense and shows us,what we all already know.It shows why we need to have freedom to produce and own things.It also shows you the real value of money.It also shows that there in no contradiction.We need to work for what we need,is the message,here.We cannot live on others and be supported.

What is ours is ours.No one has the right to take away that from us.And love can be shown when we have something to show it to.

There is so much in the book,that it would take posts and posts to tell everything.I know a few of you have read the book,others get it now! It is a big book,alright,but it is worth it! But be ready to think and feel a few of your principles being put to the test of fire,Don’t shrug it away! I will give it a 1000/100 🙂

Ayn Rand,in my new favorite! She has an amazing way to hold you and affect you so much.It is as good a test as a staring match!

P.S: I took those quotes from Divkiran’s blog.There are a few more points which i wanted to write about,but i was already more than a month over due,so had to return the book .Will be getting my own copy soon i think ,though 🙂

photo from here.

The ocean of thought.

August 28, 2008 § 14 Comments

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.

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