This blog, like many other blogs I have written in my life, was triggered by a book I am reading. The book I am reading right now is called Krishna: The man and his philosophy by Osho. I don’t believe in religion for sure and was a little skeptical about reading this. But it came up in a conversation with a friend and I liked what he was talking about. I decided to read it and one of the lines that struck me from the book was The word bliss is without an opposite. And I asked myself, what is the opposite of bliss? I couldn’t find an answer. We talk of most feelings in pair: love-hate, joy-sorrow, pleasure-pain but bliss is just bliss.
The idea of Ego and the byproducts of it have been on my mind for the last few weeks. The concept of Ego is so strongly ingrained in our lives and worlds, in each culture and society perhaps, that it is difficult to look at it objectively. But given the recent events, I felt that it is something I want to think about, explore and write about.
The ego is used to refer to the concept of Self. In most cases, I would consider ego as the separating self. Because the idea of ego is to represent the self that differentiates you from the rest. It defines the I among we. It outlines the uniqueness of each individual. It is how we define our self-worth in most cases.
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I was quiet, I once was
Long before the darkness descended
A stream of water I was
Flowing down a small green hill
I was full of life
Of beings alive and not
I gently continued my path down
This little green hill of mine
There are two things that have inspired me to write this. The first was a quote I heard in a documentary by Robert Oppenheimer (who apparently picked it up from Bhagvad Gita) , “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” For some reason I cannot get it out of my head. The second reason was just something that popped into my mind as I started to think of the title. It is a commonly heard saying Live and let live.
He had a terrible dream last night
Dreams of death, killing and murder
Unsure of what it meant he looked
And found it to symbolize ending
Things end eventually, nothing stays the same
A way of life ends but never dying
For death is like a phoenix
Always reborn from the dying sparks
For when something completes, another starts
When a door closes, another opens
When a thought finishes, another comes up
And so sometimes relationships end too
And a new one starts
What does it mean, a new one starts
Maybe sometimes things keep falling
And you don’t know how to stop
So you let it hit the ground and break
And recreate from the pieces
That’s how life always is
Sometimes you let things break
So that you can take what you want
Add something new
And what you have is new
A sum total of old
Alongwith wisdom of years
Maybe that is what he was thinking too
That let this relationship end as it is
And then remove the bad parts
And add new thoughts
And create a better way of life
Say my name again, speak up
Scream like I do, speak up!
Why have you fallen through
to the other side where it’s dark
Look at these tear drops
Running down my eyes
Falling onto your cheeks
Wont you still not speak Continue reading
If only this warmth i feel
Was real, But not a cup
If only this moment i steal
Was real, but not an illusion
I need another life to live
A moment of thrill to explore
A million dollars to give
And do things like never before
I wrote a poem more than a year back called And there she stood . I still feel it to be the best thing i ever wrote. So just tried to continue from there. Maybe this is as good, though i am not sure!
I stand here again
Back to this place here, where
A few months ago she had stood
The faint smile and half words
My knees weaken, so does my soul
If only i could return
To that sweet moment in the past
And see that smile again
Just a scene on the war front. Happens in each war, so many times. Men become monsters, enemy becomes a “game” which has to be hunted or tortured.
The video pierced my heart.