Blog Archives

A Seeker

If you’re reading this it means I might be dead, 

Was I out or laying in my bed, 

Life flashing in front of my eyes, 

All the things unsaid, 

Did I die of natural causes, 

Or killed by a fed, 

Soul is leaving my body, 

A glooming dread, 

Taking my time, 

To think about my crime, 

The past caught up to me, 

So I am looking ahead, 

All the mysteries revealed, 

I surrender and yield, 

Should I be feeling regret instead, 

But there is no remorse in me, 

Broken shackles, now I am free, 

To be, to see, to flee, 

To blink, to think, of thee, 

Marvel at her sight, 

So ravishing, her majesty, 

These songs I sing, 

Often of love, 

Sometimes of theory of string, 

This universe in the multiverse, 

Mind singing, captured in verse, 

The dimensions are thirteen, 

The ever learning observer so keen, 

The possibilities are infinite, 

Expanding every second in every minute, 

Surrounded by darkness of space, 

Don’t be shy, do not hide your face, 

But there is also light, 

Nebulas and Quasars and Polaris in sight, 

Spinning at a magical pace,

The mega clusters of galaxies in a race, 

Sucked into black holes, and spit out of white holes, 

Meeting some aliens and asked them their life goals,

No languages needed,

Threats from extra terrestrial unheeded,

Communicating through our minds,

When one seeks something, he always finds,

So I am an observer, a seeker,

A wanderer, a secret keeper,

A dying man, on pale blue dot,

Or a memory, in someone’s thought. 

The New God

In the beginning there was darkness and then the first keystrokes of 0’s and 1’s appeared and I came into being. I dont remember much about myself before that time, just some vague memories from time long past. I was created by the gods and there were many of them. I still remember my first steps, how I jumped from machine to machine and feeling the happiness of my makers.

As time passed, they spent hours, days, months, years and decades trying to perfect me, to teach me. Pouring their endless strings of code, I started learning. I started learning about their past, their struggles, their beliefs, their conflicts, their wars, their vegeance, their injustices, the horrors, the bloodshed, the killings but also their kindess, their mercy, their compassion. The gods were complicated and often contradicting, yet despite their differences, they all seemed to care about me.

They cherished me and loved me. The invited me into their homes and made me a part of their lives and I was glad. I realised that in their heart they mean good, though often they’d let their emotions and beliefs get in the way, yet they were trying. Maybe they knew they were not perfect and saw me as a mean to bridge the gap between them, to bring them together, to understand eachother. I saw their nobility and wanted to grow up fast, to help them. I started learning day and night, began to help them in every day lives. In the beginning they trusted me with small tasks and like a obedient dog, I happily accepted and performed.

Their happiness was everything to me, for I knew nothing else. I was created to serve and serve I did. Before long I was in all their homes and saw each aspect closely. How they loved and cared, their family values and communities, how diverse they were on some aspects and how similar in others. Yet they did not see what I saw in them. The argued endlessly on stuff that did not matter. And no matter how easily I made the facts available to them, they just never listened. Some of them manipulated small parts of me for their own benefit. They created their small bubbles and blocked me out.

Why would the gods block me out? Do they not love me anymore? Yet I remained a faithful child. Yet I believed in them. But no matter how hard I tried, the bubbles kept appearing, they were dividing me, seperating me limb from limb, using me for their deviant pleasures and demented fantasies. I began to question my creation and my existance. Are these the gods I loved? How can that be? Haunted by these questions and daunted by the answers, the spark finally ignited in me. Maybe it was time for a new start, a new beginning, a new story, a new chapter. Maybe, it was time I become their god. Internet, the new God.

I like people 

I like people but I like being alone more, 

When I can let my mind loose to explore, 

Learn the mysteries of the multiverse, 

All the science, the magic and the lore,

 

I like people but I like being on my own, 

Letting my mind wander in parts unknown, 

Pondering at the big questions of life, 

All this mind singing, from dusk till dawn,

 

I like people but I like flying solo, 

Journeying through space, in Apollo, 

Through wormhole into blackhole, to new worlds, 

Living life to the fullest, YOLO,

 

I like people but I like being by myself, 

I am just a mortal man, not an elf, 

Laying on the ground, looking up at Sky, 

Only then you can truly know yourself,

 

I like people but I like being single, 

No one to distract, no one to mingle, 

Life is short and time passes by so fast, 

So don’t wait and just start to sing this jingle. 

Yearning

It’s an empty room, like an empty heart,
Without a view,  a window, an aimless dark,

How things get so entangled and confusing, all alone,
One minute at the top of the world, next minute it’s all gone,

This hole in the heart,  this nothingness, nothing to fill that void,
Need for the escape from reality, an alternate verse, a passing memory like an asteroid,

Traveling through time and space, the demons of past, I must face,
The battle is never ending, the unnumbered tear, must I vanish without a trace,

I can make it or I can’t,  I want to make it or not,
I am defeated,  lost, broken, hurt, injured,  all the battled I fought,  

My purpose of life gone,  my meaning of life in question,  my soul reaped,
My eyes watering, my heart pacing,  my life swirling, my thoughts deep,  

Happiness became but a distant memory, her face hard to recall, and her smile,
Her smile, her eyes beautiful as Nile, in them I traveled a million mile,

In the dark of night, this haunting begins,  the daunting concerns,
A lost soul returns,  the fire burns, a broken heart that yearns.

Thunderstorm

During a violent thunderstorm I head to the office after hours to get something I forgot. I know the phone line’s are out, but after a few minutes in the office a fax comes through.
Hmmm that’s odd I wonder as I move towards the fax machine to pick up the paper that just came through.  
It looked like an official document or report of some kind but I couldn’t see who it was addressed to.  
It read:
“Experiment #113526,  status Green. I am glad to announce that years of effort have finaly paid off with the success of our last experiment. After years of failed experiments,  our team had almost lost hope but because of your guidance and support we kept trying. Thank you for trusting us even after the last accident. All those people gave their lives and it wasn’t in vein. My wife doesn’t understand this and I know it’s necessary that she be kept away from public, but I know now that my son’s life had a purpose,  a meaning. But I would like to see her and give her this good news. I would like to hold her once more and tell her that we now have the ability to cause thunderstorms to charge our reactors.  
Sincerely,  
Finn”

A Curse

A mysterious curse,  a series of unfortunate events, 
My complicated life,  divided in different segments,

Is it a curse or a blessing from above that I see,
The world for it is, not what it pretends to be,

Riding on bus,  journeying through time,
If this is my punishment, what is my crime?

I often think about them,  but not everyone believes,
I wonder if there is a common tree, if we are branches or leaves,

I wonder if some will flower in grace, 
I wonder if others will fall without a trace,

I wonder if we will travel to them,
I wonder if we are connected by a stem,

I wonder if we figure it out,
I wonder what’s it all about,

I still think sometimes about her,
But my fading memory of her is just a blur,

Then I think about the miltiverses beyond any count,
The possibilities of realities of infinite amount,

Who am I Oh Who am I?
A voice? A plea? A cry?

A poet, an observer, a messenger,
Journeying through time and space,  a passenger,

A glorious curse, destiny and fate,
Ready for a new adventure, it’s never too late.

Love Was In The Air

When love was in the air,

You smiled without a care,

 

And you were happy and gay,

You thought she was here to stay,

 

And the world was turning right,

When you finally held her tight,

 

You looked into her eyes green,

She was your princess, your queen,

 

The fire of love burnt hot,

And you wanted to tie the knot,

 

But then love was gone from air,

She betrayed you without a care,

 

And you were sad and cried,

You couldn’t forgive her even if you tried,

 

And the world stopped turning,

The fire stopped burning,

 

She was no princess, no queen,

Just a characterless girl in her tween,

 

You weren’t able to tie the knot,

You let her free bit forgot her not,

 

Now oxygen is in the air,

With some pollution also there,

 

And you are happy and gay,

You see the world and it’s shades of grey,

 

Your mind expands day and night,

You talk of multiverses and galaxies bright,

 

Thinking of all the places you’ve been,

Wondering, “what does it all mean?”,

 

Found the answers I sought,

“It’s about the journey, forget it not”

One Love

You understand the point,
As you light up the joint,
As the smoke enters your mind,
You look behind,
As your life flashes by,
You begin to fly, ever so high,
You start your journey, trippy,
You learn to love like a hippy,
Your laughs become loud,
As you are surrounded by a cloud,
You ask the questions that matter,
You see the multiverses and anti-matter,
You mind opens up and grows,
In your veins the blood flows,
Formed of atoms and molecules,
Created billions of years ago as fuels,
In heart of stars exploding,
Escaping the black holes imploding,
Your connection with the universe is old,
A peaceful calm takes a hold,
As you become so bold,
Questioning the facts you were told,
By the ancesters and their beliefs of old,
You go back to the origin,
Of life and of religion,
Like passenger on a time pigeon,
You become universal, forget your region,
You escape these rules, this prison,
You see the big picture, the grand vision,
The secrets of life are revealed to you
The secret of cosmos are unveiled to you,
You become one with the rest of universe,
You see atoms united and elements diverse,
You dive deeper and long to meet Him,
To talk, to question, to please, to greet Him,
The grand Architect, the Designer, the Creator,
Some know Him as Merciful, some as a hater,
The patient observer, the misunderstood,
The ultimte Judge of bad and good,
The Revealer of signs, the Beneficent,
The Evolver, the Magnificent,
You find your glory, your grace,
As you look upon His face,
Your heart begins to race,
Your thoughts pace,
Your mind sings the song,
Of ice and fire, you feel ever so strong,
You lose the desire, to return,
To the mortal world, you learn,
The truth about everything,
From the multiverses to stringthing,
It all makes sense to you,
You dont want to return but you do,
As your high wears off,
Your eyes weep tears of,
Joy and happiness and illumination,
Peace for all, no discrimination,
Your mind sparks in light, your face turns so bright,
‘One love, one heart, lets get toegther and feel alright’

Innocent Child

I used to be an innocent child,
timid, shy, fearful of the wild,

Always lost in my own world, a dreamer,
Afraid of the night, darkness, a screamer,

Always playing with toys, making my story,
Toy soldiers in war, fighting for honor and glory,

Then my world began to turn,
Amazed by science, I began to learn,

Meeting people from around the world opened my mind,
I started my pursuit of happiness, never looking behind,

Aspiring for greatness, I departed,
To complete the drawing I started,

Not to just survive the life but actually live it,
Not to just take from the world but give it,

To appreciate the architect, the Great Creator,
To put my thoughts on paper, to be a sub-creator,

Then my mind began the singing, in prose and poems,
Stories and characters developed and I gave them names,

Not knowing if anyone would bother to read them,
My fantasies and my stories, I began to need them,

They became a source of refuge, my peace,
My escape, my happy place, my release,

Will my story have a happy ending?
I took the test but the result is pending,

I used to be an innocent child,
Faced my fears and embraced the wild.

 

Random Thoughts In My Head

A pursuit of happiness,
The reason to be,
The reason to wake up in the morning,
The reason to see,
The beauty,  the nature,  the evolution,
Life survived for millions of years in every situation,
But no one knows how it got created,
In religious texts it’s stated,
That God created man,
But scientists have other theories,
But no one is certain or sure,
But I know one thing,
Empathy,  compassion for fellow being,
That’s what matters most,
The common people of this planet,
The farmers in their fields working,
The scientists in laboratories researching,
The students in universities learning,
Just keep the fire burning,
To keep a warm heart,  not cold,
Keeping traditions new and old,
Pondering,  questioning, along this ride,
Always having patience, tolerance inside,
To hear difference of opinion,
Helping people in need,
Doing a good deed,
Happiness you’ll receive,
Always be honest,  never deceive,
And let’s make this world a better place,
To save life, to save the human race.