hEy! I read this poem somewhere....really liked it so decided to share it with you all :)
S I L E N C E
When the silence came,
Nobody was there,
Nobody to hear the silence
Which was why, (nobody supposed)
There really was silence.
-Jacques du Lumerie
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Secret of a Girl
There is a girl I see everyday
Alone at the corner, in the alleyway
An anxious expression is what she wears
Her eyes are always glistening with tears
She stands there all the daylong
Wishes if somewhere she could belong
Her face bears a wan smile
That hides her pain for a while
I took the courage to ask the cause
But she couldn't tell me what it was
Her downcast eyes revealed the pain
When she tried to smile in vain
I understood what she was trying to hide
The sour memories and the broken pride
She hid from me her bleeding soul
Her injured dignity and esteem as whole
She hid from me the people's sins
And smiled with smiles and grinned with grins
She told me the story with her teary eyes
That now she is thru, she wishes she dies!
Alone at the corner, in the alleyway
An anxious expression is what she wears
Her eyes are always glistening with tears
She stands there all the daylong
Wishes if somewhere she could belong
Her face bears a wan smile
That hides her pain for a while
I took the courage to ask the cause
But she couldn't tell me what it was
Her downcast eyes revealed the pain
When she tried to smile in vain
I understood what she was trying to hide
The sour memories and the broken pride
She hid from me her bleeding soul
Her injured dignity and esteem as whole
She hid from me the people's sins
And smiled with smiles and grinned with grins
She told me the story with her teary eyes
That now she is thru, she wishes she dies!
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Learning the Hard Way!
Deep in the corner of my heart
Love is still there as was in the start
But all the writing with fire
Has become a lost desire
Memories have become phantoms
Though appear as night comes
The pain, the agony is now gone
As I lay in my bed alone
The touch that injured my soul
My dignity, my esteem as whole
The temptations that succumbed me
All have vanished and I m free
Difficult to fathom this line of thought
But this is how I’ve tried to sort
Putting my soul back in the mortal shelf
Losing him is actually gaining myself!
Love is still there as was in the start
But all the writing with fire
Has become a lost desire
Memories have become phantoms
Though appear as night comes
The pain, the agony is now gone
As I lay in my bed alone
The touch that injured my soul
My dignity, my esteem as whole
The temptations that succumbed me
All have vanished and I m free
Difficult to fathom this line of thought
But this is how I’ve tried to sort
Putting my soul back in the mortal shelf
Losing him is actually gaining myself!
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Schizophrenia
How do we define reality? …. Something that exists? But what exists? …an entity?…a being? Throughout our lives we study that this is real, that is real …Newton’s law is true, Laplacian principle is true ….e = mc² is true…whole science is based on truth….anything which is true is science but how do we prove that this is true and this is not? Logically???
What’s logic? A reason…that’s what “sane” people say! Why do we always reason through mathematical methods? I mean anything that cannot be proved mathematically or scientifically is not true?
Those who could not prove existence of an entity or their proof is not based on pre-defined “logically true” methods are categorized as insane, psychotic, schizophrenic etc etc.
Existence is nothing but a belief. We believe that God exists…. angels exist, demons exist… souls exist…. aliens exist…. love exists (for some :p), hate exists ….life exists…death exists… gravity exists….I exist…you exist….all philosophical and mathematical entities exist! What doesn’t exist is what we don’t believe!!! Our collective beliefs are taken as reality. Even existence theorems, reality- testing methods, psychoanalysis measures are based on beliefs that have been hard-wired in our minds.
Reality is relative!!!
Schizophrenia
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
No, I am not insane
I just see things I cannot explain
I see a woman walking in the alleyway
I hear distant voices of chanting in the day
These are not my thoughts as you think
It’s just that we are missing a link
No, I am not insane
I just see things I cannot explain
You feel love, I don’t; I feel pain, you don’t
But we both have fears that still haunt
I hear sounds in silence; like you hear echoes of memory
But then why we both belong to different category?
No, I am not insane
I just see things I cannot explain
It’s not a social ignominy
Nor a hopeless plight or the end
But it's an optimistic pilgrimage
Of all the thoughts I could not mend
No, I am not insane
I just see things I cannot explain.
What’s logic? A reason…that’s what “sane” people say! Why do we always reason through mathematical methods? I mean anything that cannot be proved mathematically or scientifically is not true?
Those who could not prove existence of an entity or their proof is not based on pre-defined “logically true” methods are categorized as insane, psychotic, schizophrenic etc etc.
Existence is nothing but a belief. We believe that God exists…. angels exist, demons exist… souls exist…. aliens exist…. love exists (for some :p), hate exists ….life exists…death exists… gravity exists….I exist…you exist….all philosophical and mathematical entities exist! What doesn’t exist is what we don’t believe!!! Our collective beliefs are taken as reality. Even existence theorems, reality- testing methods, psychoanalysis measures are based on beliefs that have been hard-wired in our minds.
Reality is relative!!!
Schizophrenia
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
No, I am not insane
I just see things I cannot explain
I see a woman walking in the alleyway
I hear distant voices of chanting in the day
These are not my thoughts as you think
It’s just that we are missing a link
No, I am not insane
I just see things I cannot explain
You feel love, I don’t; I feel pain, you don’t
But we both have fears that still haunt
I hear sounds in silence; like you hear echoes of memory
But then why we both belong to different category?
No, I am not insane
I just see things I cannot explain
It’s not a social ignominy
Nor a hopeless plight or the end
But it's an optimistic pilgrimage
Of all the thoughts I could not mend
No, I am not insane
I just see things I cannot explain.
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