This one is a philosophical poems and represents not only me, but any youth who is in continous search of the ultimate truths, he is not satisfied with what is being tought, because there always is something kept secret from him. Is this youth in you, tell me if yes, may be I can help you bring him out. Did I find the truth? Read on, to find out!

When I had come in the world,
the world around me enjoyed.
For the Ist child in home I was,
mom's kisses made me annoyed.

The Ist teaching in the childhood,
was God's power's greatest.
I was taught to believe blindly,
which kept me putting things to test.

The IInd one came at my school,
here science was told to be true.
"Blind beliefs are fit to just fools,
Observation-based-knowledge will let us move."

Thus my childish days kept passing,
my mind always open, testing.
I saw no God ever come up,
&science laws always kept trashing.

All the time it seemed I was,
waiting for the ultimate truth.
But the ultimate truth is change,
& that kept faltering my foot.

The times so change as nature does,
information's fast flowing in tech-world.
Creative vision thus came to me now,
i a dusty book that was whirled.

It seemed that my actual birth,
took now, the past being absurd.
One by one the mysteries I solved,
& realised every chick is a big bird.

All men are same, being atmans,
was known to Indians long back.
The future of India is in History,
time's come to bring it on modern track.

We need to change according to the changing conditions to be successful. Here is a poem I wrote when my doubts about changing myself were cleared by "Creative Visualisation". Enjoy!!!!!

Some time back ,
5 months hence.
I thought of improving,
My thinking trends.

I feared at the time, 
My friends all would be gone.
For my higher thoughts,
Might make them feel I am wrong.

But, I took the risk,
& read the book.
I followed everything,
Me higher it took.

I was wrong in thinking,
That friends may turn to foes.
For higher thinking,
Has let me understand their woes.

(Wrote these poetic lines,
When I got the art of creative vision,
From a book by Shakti Gawain,
On ‘Creative Visualization’.)

-Srikanth Rangdal

Creative-guys are guys who are cautiously using their creative powers to enjoy life like none does. How? "Creative Visualisation" -Shakti Gawain, is a book that'll help them do it. Want to join? Here is what I expect from you:::

I don't want you to leave smoking,
If you smoke.
I don’t want you to leave drinking,
If you like wine.
I don’t want you to memorize heaps,
If u fear bits.
I don’t want you to stop chatting,
If you like wasting time.
I don’t want you to change,
You sure may deny.
If just want you to realize the truth,
And then decide.

-Srikanth Rangdal

This one is too large. Perhaps it came out because of an inner yearn for something better. The aunty mentioned here is my neighbour and I respect her as my own mother. Read on if you want to find how I had lost myself and What lead me to rediscover my true worth.

Here I am at a place, 
Known as Gulbarga the hot.
Doing engineering studies,
For my family’s lot.

The weathers occurring here are,
Just said to be two.
Under the open wide sky,
That always is blue.

Try & try to guess them up,
To your ability best.
Ya! They are hot & hottest,
You forget the rest.

In such an arid place,
With problems back at home.
I met an angel,
With pure heart as if foam.

It cleared my numb mind,
Of all big bad thoughts.
For all pervading positive ones,
 To galore in number lots.

In her child Jojus,
So young as yet.
Is saw the eyes of,
my sisters I bet.

Foe he was just,
As cute and innocent.
And his worries,
I want fast to vent.

Aunty, I call her now,
Though Nero stressed on sis.
Mom like she is to me, 
Here gifts fill me with bliss.

Uncle too is friendly,
But seems has troubles in sets.
I tried to take him up,
 But not too long he lets.

I tell of them so much now,
Believe me! It took long.
For confidence-less I feared,
Lest I be taken wrong.

As I recall my life,
Within my memory range.
There have been rises in it,
With falls sudden & strange.

Everyone of family living happily,
United before chachu got tied,
To their spouse for their life,
That lead to families divide.

In 10th class I was by then,
They said me to be small.
But I had set my +ve world,
To resist any that was fowl.

To bring all close, together,
I struggled much hard.
But daily woes, cries & fights,
Cut my principles like sword.

Now started a dark age,
It pushed me down dull end.
& I kept thinking bad which,
Kept my merry from spend.

But now I can bring back,
Those days of golden age.
That raised me to heaven,
& bay kept the rage.

For I now have gained,
An art called Creative Vision.
That let me to simplify,
Complex world by fusion.

The ultimate only reality,
That Vedas say is one.
“Every man is perfect projection,
Of the great atman.

“Good & bad are just like,
The two poles of a bar magnet.
Breaking just increases both,
Leave the bad & good you get.

Armed with such ideas great,
A new world I design.
Nature’s bounty I spread now,
To let atmans great refine.

- Srikanth Rangdal

Years back I was once sitting in the class alone. There were chalks around me thrown. A memory ran through my brain about a student who appeared on a news because of his unique chalk made chess coins.

I thought why not try that! And I ended up trying that in the most unique way. Everything from start till end is made by FINGER-NAILS. Yesss! I don't use any tool for carving such pieces!

The things u see in the image,
Are CANDLES made of craft.
FINGER-NAILS are the only tools,
That I used these to graft.

The nails shouldn't be too long,
For that would pain the thumb.
They must be smooth and sharp,
To shine the candles dumb.

Had displayed them at Youth-fest,
All liked as did Javagal Sreenath.
But look at my fate so bad,
I arrived there as he traced back-path.

All say that the craft is fine,
With investment so trifle.
The poor or the handicapped,
Can do it with trial little.

I have discovered the art,
I know not what to name.
If anyone wants to learn it,
I would feel being given fame.

-Srikanth Rangdal

Want to have some for yourself? Just contact me. I won't charge anything for it. And specially if you want to learn it yourself! Hurry-on, none has known the future. Who knows some news reporter is already on his path to find me and put me on television......

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This poem best describes me: 

When I had come in the world, 
the world around me enjoyed. 
For the Ist child in home I was, 
mom's kisses made me annoyed. 

The Ist teaching in the childhood, 
was God's power's greatest. 
I was taught to believe blindly, 
which kept me putting things to test. 

The IInd one came at my school, 
here science was told to be true. 
"Blind beliefs are fit to just fools, 
Observation-based-knowledge will let us move." 

Thus my childish days kept passing, 
my mind always open, testing. 
I saw no God ever come up, 
&science laws always kept trashing. 

All the time it seemed I was, 
waiting for the ultimate truth. 
But the ultimate truth is change, 
& that kept faltering my foot. 

The times so change as nature does, 
information's fast flowing in tech-world. 
Creative vision thus came to me now, 
i a dusty book that was whirled. 

It seemed that my actual birth, 
took now, the past being absurd. 
One by one the mysteries I solved, 
& realised every chick is a big bird. 

All men are same, being atmans, 
was known to Indians long back. 
The future of India is in History, 
time's come to bring it on modern track.