Underneath The Violet Sky.

Here's another of the poems that I have ever written. This poem tries to project the mentality of a soldier at the battle field. In the end, I leave the reader with a question in their mind, "Is death really a loss, or a gain of freedom from the human body, and worldly pain?".

Underneath The Violet Sky

In his tiny troubled trench he sits,
amidst a cacophony of guns and bombs,
in the middle of an icy battlefield.
He-who is an artist, a brave soldier and a well groomed man,
stares out at the violet sky,
and breathes in his last dose of encouragement.

He stands up, but as he stands,
he is greeted with memories of his past.
He touches his icy gun, but as he touches it,
he is enticed into a scene of him biding 'Good Bye' to his wife.
He looks up at the battle scene, but as he looks up,
he is reminded of his beautiful homeland.

An instant passed, then suddenly he realized,
he had found a solution to the world problem.
It seemed to him as if he had found a nuclear bomb,
to nuke the heinous world problem. 
At an instant he thought all his enemies were dead,
but it would have been better if he thought,
he himself was dead.

-Chirag

A panorama of life in 12th Century

All this time, I have been enticed to write on this topic of the sort of life that people lived in the 12th Century, and finally, I have been able to satisfy my urge my putting my thoughts on paper. 


My first inspiration about life in 12th Century leads back to the fact that people in 12th Century believed that the Earth was the center of the Universe. The Sciences back then weren't that prominent, and this illusion, as I supposed has had severe impression on people's mind. 


Consider this:


A person who lived in the 12th Century thought that the Earth was the Center of the Universe, and that the Universe, as opposed to our present view about it, was finite and comparable with Earth (Only a few hundred times bigger.) . To this man, Planets seemed like the reincarnation of Gods, and thus he named them after them. Also, the purpose of his life was pretty much visible. His life to him didn't seem like a bunch of random events, but events that were delicately and carefully planned by a being much more superior than him. 


Though, today we have several means to satisfy ourselves, make ourselves happy at the click of a switch, and talk to long lost friends and peers by switching on a simple device, but the motivation and the sense of purpose that the man in 12th Century had is indeed never replicable.


Our lives today are complicated, with mixed motivations. We wake up with mixed motivations of what we want to do today, and we rest back in our beds with a mixed feeling of what we had achieved during the day.


The pure sense of motivation is in fact lost, and the best we can do is to realize that. Life nowadays doesn't seem like a dream full of joy and happiness, but a series of events that result in aggregate happiness or sadness. 


I would like the readers to part away with a thought in their mind. "What would life really be like if we still thought that the Earth was the center of the Earth, and that humans still possessed an important position is  the so called tiny frame of the Universe."


-Chirag  

Ode to Vagabond

This is one of the poems that I have ever written in my lifetime. Through the poem, I intend to put forth a message that the people who stay away from the society (in other words- the vagabonds) have done us more good than harm. In fact, saying that they have done any harm would be extremely wrong. In context to that, every person who doesn't count in as the member of the general mass, people like scientists, doctors, writers, and geeks and nerds come under the category of vagabonds. 


I hope you enjoy the poem!


I 'll be waiting to read your comments on it!

Oh thee! the vagabond,
thy arms pain with carrying the load of the world.
Thy art the reason why man lives
a life of luxury and content.
Thy art the source of inspiration
from where an average man draws his inspiration.
Thy art the fountain of peace, content and happiness
with which an average man floods his household.
Thy art the light of the day
with which an average man finds his way.
Thy art the ocean of ideas and knowledge
from where an average man extracts his supplement of wisdom.
Thy art an integral part of the human social life,
but they art not a part of the human society.

                                                            -Chirag

Think Arete

Today's post is just an introduction to the idea of  "Arete" and its application in today's world.

The idea was extremely popular in the Greek culture; Socrates is attributed as the person who coined the term "Arete".

The idea is about attaining your personal best, all the time! Not now, or then, but all the time! 

The following video may help you to understand the point.

As always, you comments are welcomed. Below the post, you'll see some buttons. (It's a new addition to the blog post. Hope you'll like it! )