The need for Death of a DNA

We are going to die and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die coz they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will infact never see the light of day outnumbers the sand grains of XIMB....certainly those unborn ghosts include great leaders like our CRs, scientists greater than Newton like KC, poets outstanding Keats, like SN........we know this becoz the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively outnumbers the set of actual people.....

The confidence of an Attitude

Walking straight never turned my roads

but the eyes of the people

I never turned.... for my eyes reflected my confidence

and my attitude .... nevertheless were they same?

The winds blow and the sun scorches, the sand tries hard

to jump and touch my eyes..neither they nor the satanic

perceptions were able to ......coz they could never win the attitude

The tall rocks and contours never made me step my feet back

not becoz the deep blue sea was behind but the devil was

beginning to disappear from my eyes...as he would never win the confidence

With the two entourages of my eyes was I satisfied

Never the satin conquered my them coz he never

faced the glare...Not to jeopardise his life was an expression

of the tantalisation of outrage satanism

My confidence had walked the meanders of struggles, faced the biggest of all

but shattered with the swords of pandromicity.....Never was my Attitude......

Perception of Happiness

I came zilch here hailing from the nadir,

But reached the zenith and now I am zillion

understanding the zeugmatics of the world

Now I can laugh and cry together

By-

Dr. Jyoti Kumar Mainali

The Unseparated

"Thou the separation can last for long but thy hearts never make the fall of ones ground granted distress of misery. Ignominy has flattered the windows of distance and yet thrifted winds allow the message to cover the pain. The agony which has no pain and never lets anyone reach the almighty .....excruciates thy hearts. May my lord give me the clout to conquer the dragons of separation and quench the irresistible thirst of my fabulous but gratifying desire of confluence. May my lord give me the Shinnok's blade to cut the fortegmic limbs of the giant cyclops and lavenderalise the distance as Alexender's kingdom. I am never afraid of never reuniting but of that I would not be able to be complete as I was...for that myself was more than one. For that I was the sun without the shine. May I live for a thousand years but not alone in this lucrative world, where no one understands the carol of relations, the powers of respect and commitment to the love. Give me the death and I never want the life ……snatch away the immortality and let me be the part of the unseen, the dazzled, the powerful and an infinite space……… but still……..Unseparated……”

....This was written by me at the airport when I was sitting with Rd....we were for 9.5 hours together that day......

The Nostalgic Perception

It was all over...... the day I left CIS. I could feel the weight of the moisture from my eyes on my face and was expecting a flood soon on the ground. You would have known by above sentence and with your great command on English language that I was crying. But it was not that day I left and cried, but 4 years after when I came to Pantnagar. It reminded me of CIS. The perfection, the metaphoric tranquility and a love for myself. I would never disclose that what CIS was to me. Not because that I don't want to share but....that if I do, the person would know my soft side and that there will be more than one person in this world (universe actually) with same feeling for CIS. I can do anything to achieve CIS again. Its beauty.....its love and its dreams ( which were basically mine). I can live alone with the thoughts of CIS for the lifetime. CIS always helped me and I did what I thought I cannot do. CIS made me feel that what I am and what for. Pantnagar plays a big big and big role in manifesting the dreams of mine. I would surely make those dreams reality one day.............for CIS.......and never let me get clutched by the wires of thoughts and emotions so that I get emancipated from this never ending...... Nostalgic Preception.

The expanding universe- a different view

The time itself was created with the creation of universe. Actually time is a form of energy which cannot be present in the absence of the space dimensions. Stephan Hawkings in his book-"theory of everything" told that the fall of apple on Newton was just a coincidence to the idea of gravity at that time. That means the fall didnot make him think about gravity. And if we just deny this fact then we are compelled to say false to the saying " Chances favour trained mind". The gravity what Newton had thought was not a new concept at that time. It had been proposed earlier at the time of copernicus. But the satisfactory full proof explanation was given by him. In context of this ; the idea of universe creation by big bang is supporting this concept. The big bang was becoz of contraction-by gravity. But we say that the today the universe is expanding then where is gravity here.

I think that the universe is not a boundry but an explosion - a continous explosion and in this............ galaxies and stars are moving outside. There is no one to create this and the GOD about which we talk and say that he is the one to do this may not be true...............becoz creation and destruction of one cycle of universe (change of cycles) does cause the release of energy (correlate it with the EMI-electromagnetic induction, where continuous change of magnetic field produces energy)..................... but to get that energy the frame of reference should be outside the universe.

Give me a title

NO TITLE MAN?

DONOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
I AM NOT THERE I DON'T SLEEP

I AM A THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW
I AM THE DIAMOND GLINTS ON THE SNOW
I AM THE SUNLIGHT ON THE RIPENED GRAINS
I AM THE GENTLE AUTUM'S RAIN

WHEN YOU AWAKEN IN THE MORNING'S HUSH
I AM THE SWIFT UPLIFTING RUSH
OF QUIET BIRDS IN THE CIRCLED FLIGHT
I AM THE SOFT STAR THAT SHINES AT NIGHT

DONOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND CRY
I AM NOT THERE I DIDNOT DIE.

Dear friends in the secondline of the above poem I dont understand that why poet has written 'I DONOT SLEEP' altough he is saying that he is already dead. Comapre with last line I DIDNOT DIE.

could you please suggest a title for the above poem.