I wonder why a rock is hard,
and why is feather light,
why is love not valued in numbers,
but in the terms of depth ,
Why is mind so frivolous by nature,
And why thoughts cannot be exactly mapped,
why water is an apostate,
and takes the color of the base,
Why,?
Do help me understand why?
Why its said life takes its birth,
and not death takes it birth at the end of life,
Why is the Lord called almighty,
but the bully at the school just called naughty,
Why do people love?
Y do people pray? to whom, why and how?
Why is the feeling of love so emphasized as godly,
Y aint loathing or hatred?
and why does love soothe,
if it does, so what is the medicinal composition it is made of?
Why are words a preffered mode of communication of world,
and is language really a barrier to stop a heartfelt communication?
I always wonder!
Why is the concept of good exists,
and so as to why does bad?
and is it all relative?, so thinks my mind.
Is absolutism a true lie,
or is relativism a reality of life,
And why does not the man bark and dogs speak?
and why is height measured from bottom than from the peak?
In logic its all the same result.
but who questions these, none cause its an insult,
To the great pattern of well fed information in our ready to be slave brain,
which will ultimately end me in drain,
And i am sure, nobody knows whose insult is it,
still I wonder why.
Thinking, reasuring, thinking again,
am I wierd or agnostic or a psychopath,
With what frame, should I look at life,
or does life has its own reality, a frame which we tend to overlook or under appreciate?
I wonder, I wonder about lot of things,
those things which doesnt make a noise or a ding, but exist,
In true sense it catches my attention,
All which is unthought in normal dimension,
something abnormal going on my little freaked out mind,
who knows that is my own crazy mind or a superior knowledge,
So I am designed as a mere mortal,
but am i really mortal?
Mortality in what variable,
memory, time, life or age?
Who know, never met a man,
thinking all these nonsense,
cos two things to a man makes sense,
cost and benefit,
All other parameters well taken careof in analysis,
Where does the love fare,
In cost or benefit?
I wonder, cos everything seems so wierd,
A same thing looks different from a colored bioscope and a normal eye,
the pollution of information to our mind,
at various levels is surely a case to bind,
To this extent, I wonder, Asking myself;
Is it really worth to wonder !!!
To be continued !!! All my life ...
जहा सच नही, वह झूठ सही,
जहा हख नही , वह लूट सही,
