Sunday, September 15, 2013

It is going to rain again

When I closed my eyes,
There was a giant butterfly
Its wings had small rounded mirrors,
I thought Nature is suggestive
not imaginative, like what I was seeing,
I wanted to open my eyes,
but may be something stopped me,
And I let it free to flow as it wishes
The butterfly was falling, not flying
I let it come down,
As it neared, I didn't see the mirrors
They were rain droplets
Now, I could see those suggestive drawings
So detailed and charming,
No doubt, only Nature could drew them
I cleared the droplets from its wings,
But just to add to my agony,
All the drawings washed away,
Butterfly was light again and flew away,
And I saw the dark clouds,
Through its trasnparent wings,
And I knew, it is going to rain again

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Let's beat the drum!...!...!...!

Yeah, Let's beat the drum...In month of Ramadan, some people beat the drums going street to street to wake up the people in predawn time...I was always fascinated by their jobs; they wake up people from sleep in a time when they are in deep sleep... Socrates were thinking that most of us are in deep sleep like that of predawn time, so he was going from street to street in ancient Athens and cross-questioning people to show them that their lives are un-examined...When we do not analyse our beliefs and world views then it is like living in sleeping mode...The stronger the certainty in unexamined worldviews, the deeper is the sleep.......

As there is no Socrates to stop us on the streets to cross-question our worldviews, keeping diary is way to open yourself for your examination (it is famously known as self-accountability) here I have started beating the drums...let's see how much I am going to be committed to my diary :)