The questions of life answered

Life Questions


Who am I? —-> Lover from Past
Why I am here? —> To look for love
Do I really exist?—> No
What is knowledge? —-> Know-how about life
Is there a God out there?—-> Maybe beyond the universe, in multiverse
What happens when we die?—-> Pass into higher reality where ego subsides
What is time?—-> An intellectual intuition about my place in the scheme of things
Is the Universe infinite? No but multiverse is
What should be considered moral? That serves the truth about my existence


Marriage of sorts-Philosophy and Power

Hitler Demagogue

If you see skulls littered in the dungeon of old church which existed on the waylays of a degrading civilization, well I would stop and think for a while about love in its abandonment. Nazis did most of persecution in the light of the church as Hitler would proclaim ‘God is Dead’, he had literally hijacked the philosophy of Nietzsche who hardly had anything to do with power as such in the garb of a wayward regime. We here have marriage of sorts, a proclaimed offender claiming power while a  stubborn Philosopher denying all he could to the vagaries of propaganda in politics. Was Nietzsche married to the idea of superhuman that any psychotic person could lay his claims to be the supreme of all in the human race when in reality he is hardly fit for carrying his own personal affairs but with the tacit approval of intellectuals claim his stake to rule and uproot many other countries of Europe.

This marriage of sort of a vagrant demagogue to the best nihilistic mind of Europe that we could declare the philosophy as such dead, needs a closer examination. On much inspection we find terseness in the Philosophy of Wittgenstein that no major Philosopher would dare enunciate on the will of man. We must not be tacit in blaming Philosophy alone in uprooting of civilization in the wake of Nazi specter ruling Europe. The marriage though of thought annulled to bear any relation to such barbaric regime. We must be careful to choose not a Philosophy but statesmen.

Satan Sues

Satan Sues 1

The loneliness crumbles like an ill gotten painting,

of Satan suing the angels in the court of law,

The dent in the wall is visible for all.

There hung the Satan in wild dreams of a painting,

There I stood idle in the middle of Sunday morning,

folding the newspaper and tucked inside my arm,

Wondering if Love would be followed by demigods,

like a pursuit of golden chariots of fires in the skies,

there she came niggling about weather,

and it was sunny with cloudy embers hidden beneath the skies,

Zeus enraged with the Sun shinning upon her,

like making her glow with fervor for sentiments of heavenly neglect,

that happens once in the long innings of cricketers,

Playing in the Lords meadows,

And the rain Gods playing spoil sport,

there are showers and the aghast crowd,

flickers on the flames of candles,

Lucifer smiles at the destiny of man,

his arm raised to sue the heavens,

in God’s almighty defiance,

Googles the net to find a shadow boxer,

running for a championship in Singapore,

requires a plaster from the Satan,

to feeble or not to feeble is the tag,

for an answer from the heavens,

A Satan sues.