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!

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.