Just me trying to jot down some contemplative thoughts, poems...
Continued here: https://deepthought1999.wordpress.com/
March 28, 2020
Wrote a bunch of poems on random stuff during Corona crisis based on other's Instagram posts:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1q4TWH5qXnuq6hhzyN2CuOzH8zWhuR-PW/view?usp=sharing
February 21, 2020
There I wait
for the leaf to fall,
to begin it's descent
from heavens above.
Little did I know
about it's gracious dance
of the little leaf
that spiral down.
At first sight,
it wasn't love.
A fall so beautiful
that you cannot fall in love.
Was it the last leaf?
Little Behrman would deny.
Eternity does it lasts
like it were the last.
There I stand waiting
for the last leaf to fall.
Not to die,
but to rise.
January 25, 2020
There we stood, in the middle of the valley.
The Crystal clear water flooding between our toes,
As clear as it can get, such that we were able to drink.
A decade ago or more.
On the way to Manali
where I almost froze,
we stopped for a break at a great expanse.
The valley was flush with trees and winds that blew through.
A curious mind, I jumped at the first sight
to collect pebbles.
Almost washed away to be saved by my dad.
There we stood for a moment or more.
June 30, 2018
Leaning back, I wonder what exactly am I doing here? What is the point of all this… At the end of everything, what do I have to gain… Questions flow through my head like a stream, while I sit and type out this blog post. “I should not be wasting my time on such useless stuff…”. Is it? Is it really a waste of my time? Nah, I don’t think so. Maybe it is… Do I matter? Does what I write matter? Who am I? Why the hell am I even here? Everything finally ends up with the question of why am I alive? Do I have a purpose in Life?
Every one of us at some point in time, ask ourselves what we should do with our life. To answer such a deep and profound question is not easy. After all, we are destined to return to dust, we do not (at least for now) live forever. What we do now, will it matter once we are gone? At the end of the day, we are just another speck of dust on a blue dot in the middle of nowhere.
So then it doesn’t really matter if we do good or bad, does it? What is good or bad?
Memories are the only thing that will survive in the end. Whether etched in rock, written on paper, on the web, on some blog or passed on as a legend, the only way you survive the test of time is through your stories and your work. Be it true or just fiction, or an exaggerated and evolved whisper, a contemporary art or some iconic music at the end of the day, you will be alive in the hearts of those who you inspire.
Good and bad are again just contextual and really depends. At the time of war, both sides assume that they are good and the other is bad. Who decides God is good and the devil is evil (assuming they exist, which may or may not be true. Who am I to tell you what you should believe? Who are you to say what I should?). It’s really relative and never absolute. It’s similar to art. An art piece which a certain group appreciates may not be liked by the rest.
What’s truly good, or at least what I believe is truly great is when a person is able to help life as a whole and inspire and help others inspire and help others and make their life meaningful, basically help others feel fulfilled and happy. One of the countless ways of doing this that I’ve chosen to do with my life is research. Few others I believe that fall into this category is Art in any of its form. Research is too, a form of art sometimes not well understood. Whatever your profession is, your life is, is also unique and influences others. Treat it as your own masterpiece.
Perfect it, relish it, enjoy it. It is your life after all.
(This was first posted on my word press page https://deepthought1999.wordpress.com/2018/06/30/what-am-i-doing-here/ , then copied it here)