I M STILL WAITING!

its dawn at my grim window,
and my eyes searched the door,
dreams are still unanswered,
but i m still waiting,
waiting in the dark!

do u still believe in miracles?
and wait for the touch f the wand,
or t secrets held by a calloused hand,
but i m still holding,
holding the belief in the chant!

the beauty of stars is ethereal,
and heaven so surreal,
sounds of seraph echoes the misty hall,
but i m still moving,
moving away to a forlorn land!

And when light will be pure n white,
and swan will not sing,
the flowers will greet my words,
but i will still be searching,
searching for impunity from my sins!

and till then the smiles will be fake,
and glamor will expel,
love will be a liar in black,
and i still be a beholder,
beholder of my deeds and swords!

a thought......

LIFE, HE THOUGHT,HAD BEEN DEFINED AS MOTION,MAN'S LIFE WAS PURPOSEFUL MOTION: WHAT WAS THE STATE OF A BEING TO WHOM PURPOSE AND MOTION IS DENIED, A BEING HELD IN CHAINS BUT LEFT TO BREATHE AND TO SEE ALL THE MAGNIFICENCE OF THE POSSIBILITIES HE COULD HAVE REACHED, LEFT TO SCREAM "WHY?" AND TO BE SHOWN THE MUZZLE OF A GUN AS SOLE EXPLANATION.
HE SHRUGGED,WALKING ON: HE DID NOT CARE EVEN TO ANSWER......
AYN RAND!

dnt beg for mercy!!!

THIS IS WHAT AN AYN RAND DOES TO YOU:

While reading a venerable book,i have propensities to think about arcane methods of preposterous nature and to abet my mind which has been in abeyance for some interim. Reading this i can visualize the baffled countenance of yours, as an epitome of my intractable manifestations to increase my vocabulary and my deplorable state of flaunting it too. Thus leaving the reader perhaps the readers to concert a plot against me and leaving me in utopia!!

HERD INSTINCT

What is Instinct? well, i will suggest "gut reaction", "intuition", "knack", "feeling", "hunch" etc!
And what is a herd? The first thought that comes to my mind is that this term is somewhat related to animals, not one with a pair of foot but pair of pair of foot! But literally herd is an assemblage or a crowd. Thus, herd instinct shall be "gut reaction of an assemblage" or "knack of a crowd". Man has always considered people's view more precious than an individual. Quoting Ayn Rand, from Atlas Shrugged, "men are not open for truth or reason.....Yet we have to deal with them. If we want to accomplish anything we have to deceive them into letting us accomplish. Or force them. They understand nothing else"! Here "we" is for people who are individuals, they follow their own instinct, and the one they have to force are the proprietors of herd instinct. Herd Instinct was not always negated to reason. Sometimes popular view is right and its easy to do things which everyone is doing. Remember the same questions done by you in a class test as your bench partner because then it shall be easy to co-operate and pass! Maybe the one thing attractive about herd instinct is that, to follow it is easy n achievable. But, herd instinct is difficult to follow when you have your own reason and instinct which is disparate to theirs. When you think of doing something implausible and incredible and they stop you or discourage you from doing it.

Well, what made me think about Herd Instinct? I am really impressed with the character of DAGNY TAGGART and HANK READERN and their venture of the John Galt line in " ATLAS SHRUGGED" One may say that they are materialistic duo, but they live a life of purpose more than that they happen to possess intellect when even an institute of science in the book fails to use it! Thinking differently is not always right, but when you think different as well as right and its not popular, then i suggest you should read the part 1 of this book. Cannot suggest about the remaining 2 parts as i m still on part 1 but i think it will be a great reading expression.

contrition on forgetting b'day! congratulations on new year! augmentation in me!

how should one feel after one forgets the birthday of someone special? One can concoct a variety of emotions. Emotions? yes, its not always about excuses that sounds so lame to any ears. its emotions, quite humane and familiar like chagrin,acrimony and acerbity on yourself and belligerence of all those birthday reminders you set and they failed you and itself. And all these synonyms of frustration and anger were felt by me on 19th of December! i forgot the birthday of Prakash which was on 17th of that month, and believe me or not i m still in contrition! Now something else happened after this feat of my flaccid memory! I did not call him as soon as this realization dawned on me. Now the emotion related to this deed was fear and chickenheartedness, or incompetence of my mind to produce marvelous excuses though i had one ready which was sounding quite lame to me already( i was having exams!) Even now i am afraid to call him and you all should know that i have not called him yet. Apart from facing the blitzkrieg of these emotions, i had my friends asking me to call me immediately as they told me that Prakash is greatly offended with me. Now, i should tell you that i m not at all jhansi ki rani, i m quite pusillanimous and to face THE PRISTINE DARK MARAUDER ( PDM ) in his rage is not my cup of tea! I then did something unheard between friends and quite average in corporate! i sent him an electronic mail which was some sort of written apology! So, whats your emotion now, r u astounded or this weird situation is appearing quite comical to you... whatever it may sound or appear to you i really regret missing my dear friend's birthday!
hey PRAKASH! A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! N MAY U HAVE A WONDERFUL YEAR AHEAD!

And with that consecrated wish i move on to another sanctified one! A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU AND YOUR ADORABLE FAMILIES! I read this quote somewhere that " NEW YEAR IS EVERYONE'S BIRTHDAY". Thats one way to curtain the much hyped celebrations and parties on new year eve! Thinking with acumen, its the birthday of our planet! And here i should narrate one of my incidents with my level-headed sister. She got up early on 1st of Jan, 2008 and deliriously went up to terrace. She looked up and observed the clear blue sky and then alluring red roses in mud pots. she sighed and said "hey! there is nothing new today. everything is same as yesterday! Does nature knows that its 1st jan today!!" Poor girl what was she thinking! Was she expecting the sky to turn golden n roses to change their hue! But still we commemorate and celebrate the special and unique 12'o clock in our own special ways. SO here wishing u all a very happy change in year!!

And with this change in year i as so many more pledge to change few things in me! These clandestine resolutions if followed are sure to provide me with augmentation and growth in myself. and the five liner below, summarizes the state of my mind in the beginning of the new year:
" With time i pledge to grow,
And change whats amiss,
To add a few accolades,
And drop some slurs,
And all is dubious but one,
The one to always to move on!"

DISCOVERY

DISCOVERY

Not far ago not far away,

There was a girl, little and gay,

She had a dream and ideas so rare,

Her folks were there, smiles and care.

And she was growing secure n sound,

In a place which was cozy n brown,

Her world was so full of her,

And a tinge of innocence in her eyes.

Those eyes which grandma loved,

And the sparkle that for ever glow,

But time is so beautiful and never still,

She had to move as its time to be in real.

And she tried places where she wanted to be,

Where her dreams can see a light n the day,

But her theories were unheard by people there,

And she was left lonely and scared.

She went to a place she never imagined,

She met people she could never think of,

No fauna and flora she ever dreamt of,

But still those eyes held that glory.

She reincarnated her fragile thoughts,

To make them suit to what people care,

She did things which were applauded,

She was not at all herself then.

And she was not scared anymore,

But solitude was her mentor now,

She feared betraying her true dreams,

For the sake of smiles so fake.

And yet, she allowed the wind to blow her,

And allowed those flowers she loved to fall,

She saw the change which she accepted,

Saw them with her eyes not so bright.

She turned to her mentor more often now,

And that dark silence hugs her in sleep,

And she dreams in black and white,

She thought maybe she is colorblind.

And then one fine sunny day,

She witnessed a butterfly from a cocoon,

And she was aghast as she realized,

How a struggle bears great colours.

And she knew then, it is her decided struggle,

And no red blue and green will be there, until,

She nutures what she sees, and bare what pains,

To get the light she once brimmed with,

And hold on and yet move with time,

To the destiny she always planned,

People had to be convinced,

Its time for them to change, not her,

And one day when she will reach her place,

A poetry will be there to let the people know.

Keshie singh

(22-12-2007)

TO MY NATION

Blessings to my nation,
Compared to my soul within,
As majestic as a tigress,
And as huge as her daunting self.

The fined look and set eyes,
Are showers and cascades of wealth,
As shiny as white gold and,
As warm as the soft winter sun.

The warmth, which never hurts,
But instill in you love and fear,
Love, which it showers on you?
And fear of doing nothing wrong.

The roaring as powerful as a tempest,
Sounds like the voice of unity,
Threatening, yes it is, for intruders,
But song, a message for cub’s safety.

The teeth as sharp as sword,
Is as sharp as the words,
Which are true, the words,
As sublime as dew rising above turquoise hue.

Truth of words and deeds,
Are pierced into the flesh of sinners,
The blood tasted are devoured,
Proclaims the power of the tigress.

The fur, which provides warmth,
Is the warmth of coal in a hut,
No riches than escapes us,
And no pearl slips through our hands.

The pearls of toil adorns our forehead,
And we grow treasure on its fields,
The shine of golden colored fur,
Is the shine of golden dusk.

The powerful limbs is like,
The power of mind,
The power through which are nation shines,
Like star shines on the sea.

The sea of music and melody,
Is intoxicating smell of florets,
The dulcets we sing are notes of power,
The power our nation possesses.

:-keshie