UNKNOWN LOVE!!

I had tried to write in English since the time I  penned my first poem, but for some reason or the other it couldn't work. But after writing some poems in Hindi I gave it another try and came up with this poem. I wrote this almost 3 months ago and today felt like posting it on my blog.

UNKNOWN LOVE

You make me want to live, you make me want to die

You make me want to fly high, up in the sky......

You make me want to sing, you make me want to dance

You force me to give life another chance.......

I wonder what you are!!

An unending dream or a person too far....

I think you are just an illusion!

Thus giving path to more and more confusion....

When depressed you cherish me

When happy you celebrate with me...

Without you life will lose meaning

And I will become a soul less creature without any feelings.....

Promise me you will never leave me,

That you will always be at my side

 Will accompany me through life’s journey as a never giving up guide.....

People lose things, take them for granted

On sands are their dreams mounted...

I don’t want to lose you

No matter what, will always choose you....

You complete me

This feeling will never cheat me...

It’s not your identity I seek

It’s your heart into which I want to peek..................

Reflections of The Blue Sage: Free Will- Does it Exist?

Hello, dearest reader!

Long time, huh? Anyway, the "most awaited" blog is finally here. Ha. Gear up for a debate which will twist your reasoning.

Today I was in my hostel Cafeteria during lunch. So I took 2 of my friends with me and went and sat down next to a faculty member- he's actually the Head of Department of English in my university, and a very good 'friend' of mine. With him were sitting a Professor of Physics(one of the 'coolest' people on our campus, honestly!), and also the Head of Department of Chemistry(a remarkable man who is equally a Physicist and an artist), both very knowledgeable men in their own rights!

So we started talking about academics and ways to enhance the classroom experience in the college, but soon we were on a level of intellectual debate that happens only once in a long while, even by adult standards.

The question: Does human free will exist? 

Okay now this is no longer a discussion for common mortals. First. What is human free will? It means to say, is everything in this universe- all our actions, everything that happens around us- already predetermined, and our choices mere illusions? Or does there really exist a subjectivity in which we can change the course of our fate?

Like, my friend said that it's impossible to consciously hold one's breath to commit suicide. And that if one's face is put into water, he/she can't really decide to live beyond a few minutes. In both situations, he said, human free will, even if it exists, fails. In these two cases we can't kill ourselves or live on the basis of our will.

Now imagine what an intellectual treat it would be for me to listen to the views of a theoretical Physicist on Philosophy, a Philosoper's views on Physics, and a Chemist's views on both! I really wish we could have had an Economist at the table.

Another argument which comes up is, that our choices and our abilities are limited by nature, and whatever we do, the world around us isn't really in the control of the human consciousness. Everything that happens, happens for a reason, and just the fact that you are sitting in front of your computer reading this blog post is because right from the first occurrence of this natural universe, matter and energy have interacted with each other in such a way that in the gradual sequence of events, it was simply bound to happen.

But then, how can that be? If you say that the course of history was determined at the beginning, let us analyze it under a logical light. For every occurrence that occurs, every following event has a particular probability of occurrence. And instead of that event, there are many other possibilities which can occur. So who(or what) decides exactly which one will take place? 

That is where we bring in the concept of free will. Or at least I do. 

Another argument. It came up during the discussion that the degree of determinism depends on the complexity of the system. For example, take a macroscopic system and examine it using Classical Newtonian Mechanics. Start the system with any given initial conditions that you want, and then see how the system behaves at any time t. In a simple system, not really impossible to determine. But take all the natural variables into consideration, and then see how long you can theoretically predict what will happen next. After a certain period, you won't know what to do. Natural phenomenon and probability come into play. They always do.

And furthermore, there lies a deeper question which stems from this debate... are we ruled by destiny? Does predetermined fate govern our lives and our very existence?

I can't really answer these questions, and I doubt anyone else in this world really can.



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Who Am I???

Here's a poem that I wrote a few days back when i was questioning my identity!!!

MAI KAUN HOON?

Zindagi ke har or par apne aap se puchta hun ki

“Mai kaun hoon”?

Doston ke beech unka yaar ya kisi ke lie uska pyar...

Ya phir ek naadan pareshan bacha

Jo zindagi ke zor ghatav mai ho kacha....

Kai chehron ke beech ek chehrahun

Logon ke beech hokar bhi alag dikhne ki chah rakhne wala hun...

Mere chehre ke peeche jo  hai,uski  khabar mujhe nahi hai

Par man kehta hai woh yahi kahin hai....

Usi ne mere jasbaton ko pakda hua hai,

Meri pehchan ko jakda hua hai...

Par mai kaun hoon?

Zindagi ke pareshaniyon se ladne wala ya unse darne wala...

Khud ki pehchan nahi mil rahi hai,

Andhere mai roshini nahi mil rahi hai....

Mai kaun hoon?

Iska jawab dhundte dhundte apne aap mai itna kho gaya hun,

Ki mano asliyat mai so gaya hun...

Jab se ye sawal man mai utha hai mano zindagi tham si gayi hai,

Sare khwab, sari aashayein mano jam se gaye hain....

Ab to man ki gehraiyon mai jana nahi chahta,

Par is sawal ka jawab jane bina chain nahhi aata....

Aakahir mai kaun hoon??

I have been very lazy lately!! Not posting regularly on this blog is against  my morals and ethics..
What??
Haha , I am  just kidding ;)
Morals ,codes, ethics, values Blah Blah Blah... Squeeze away the fun part of our lives in some way or other( my views, no offense). They do good to, not for me though. I prefer living without any rules or ethics for that matter.
So before i get heavy and philosophical I am posting my next poem here. Its about our childhood days!!
I have tried to tell about its innocence and also about how free we were back then!!

BACHPAN KE DIN

Bachpan ke din khub yaad aate hain mujhe...

Kabhi to unki yaadon mei itna kho jata hun ki upne aap pahunch jata hun wahan....

Koi pareshani nahi, koi rok tok nahi bas maze se jo man aaye wo kie ja raha hun...

Na beete hue kal ki yaadein, na aane wale kal ki chinta, nidar hoon, khoobsurat hai meri zindagi.....

 Koi bhi nayi cheez itni diljasbi ke sath dekhta hun mano use janne ke lie hi paida hua hoon.....

Maa bada laad karti hai, par data ti bhi hai, daat mei pyar nahi dekh pata hun main, rone lagta hun par hasa hi deti hai muje wo....

Khule aasman mei chidiyon ko udte dekh naachne lagta hun, udna chahta hun par ud nhi pata.....

Dosti jasbato ke sath nahi karta main, jo mere sath khele wahi mera dost hai....

Gadiyon ke chalne se leke logon ke bolne tak, kutton ke bhaukne se leke papa ke daatne tak, har ek par ek naya ehsaas deta hai......

Chote chote sawal dimaag mei ghumtein rehte hain, satate rehte hain par mai khush hun, aazad hun...

Wahi karta hun jo log na karne ko bolte hain, wahi khata hun jo maa upne haathon se khilati hai, wahi jata hun jahan papa ungli pakadkar le jate hain.....

Khub Maze aa rahe hain par bada hona chahta hun, sab kuch karna chahta hun, sab kuch dekhna chahta hun....

Ki naa jane ehsaas hota hai “maa to bada hi hoon”......

Bachpan ke khwaboon se nikal jab sachai se waakif hota hoon to bada dukh hota hai.....

Khan gaye wo din jab ye duniya meri thi?, jab sab mera kha maan lete the?....

Ab to khud duniya ka ghulam ban gaya hun, mushkilon se bhari hui hai zindagi, jasbatoon se ghira hua hoon main....

Bas yahi chahta hoon ki wo din wapas aa jaen, maa ki goud mai baithkar phir se khil uthoon main...............

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My First try at artwork!! ;)

I thought of making something for my blog!! My main idea was to depict my emotions and stuff I encounter everyday in my life. I drew this sketch keeping in my feelings and how I could express those on paper. I have clicked a photo of it and am posting here. Hope it brings out my spirits and notions. :)

F.R.I.E.N.D.S(DOST)

We all have friends who tease us,fight with us ,laugh with us, cry with us and above all love us. I wanted to pay them respect in some way, so wrote this poem!! Love my friends, love you guys :)
                                            

DOSTI

Dost, ye shabd jabhi zabaan par aata hai

Upne sath wo kai sari yaadein lata hai......

Zindagi, zindagi nahi hai doston ke bina

Ab to har pal hai doston ke sang jeena....

Subaah ka aagaz hota hai doston ke sath

Raat to anjaam deti hai doston ki baat

Ye nahi to kya din, ka raat.....

Pyar dikhane mai karte hai bas thodi kami

Par kisi bhi kaam mei saath nahi chodte kabhi....

Koi  baat inse chupai hi nahi jati

Kabhi kabhi to sale kar dete hai muje jasbati....

Ek pal mei gussa ana dusre pal gale milna teesre pal jhagda karna aur chauthe pal manana

Kabhi khana zabardasti cheen lena to agle pal hi khilana

Museebat mai dakhelna aue khud use bahar nikalna

Kya aesi bepak cheez se kabhi roobaro hua hai zamana?.......

Bina doston ke to zindagi ek saza hai

Jeene ka jise koi jasba, jeene main jise na koi maza hai.....

Ab to bas yahi chahta hun ki dosti ki patri par meri railgadi chalti rahe

Na ruke, na mude bas chalti rahe......................