Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Stand tall till the end

Fighting in the darkest hour,
Unaware of what I defend,
Swimming with no sight of shore,
I wonder, when will it all end?

I have been sailing for so long,
Set on a course, unplanned,
Not knowing where I belong,
In the middle of nowhere, I stand.

My dreams are fading away,
I know not now, what I stand for,
A colourful picture is turning gray,
I feel I can't keep up anymore.

Life is full of surprises, you know,
Some are pleasant, some are not,
That's no reason for me to feel low,
Today is a trench, tomorrow a jackpot.

Let the ground shake as hard as it can,
Through difficult times I shall transcend,
I will not lose my grip, I will hold on,
No matter what, I'll stand tall in the end.

It's not always easy to find a title,
For this poem, I know of none,
Thinking really hard as it is vital,
But I can't think of any, for this one.

Monday, April 5, 2010

A Proof For The Absence Of (One) God

Everything in this world or universe will have or must have certain properties, that is how we define an existing entity or tell something apart from the rest of the world. If we have to perceive the existence of God then there must be some properties that we can associate with him/her. Now the properties that we associate with God will mostly be behavioral properties. For example, it would be things like what God would do in certain situations, from a judgement point of view mostly. Like if a person that we know to be good at heart goes through bad things beacuse of a entity external to him/her, then we say that its not correct or is injustice. Now, surely any person who believes in God will say that God is just, at the least.  And other who don't believe in God will disagree to this. Either way we are associating a property with God.

Once we associate behavioral properties with any entity, we are starting a process that will not be accepted by everyone. Irrespective of how big or small a group of people we take, there will always be difference in opinion, unless the group consists of only one person. What is acceptable as justice to one may not be justice to others. There are many cases in real life where we feel that injustice is done to a person in spite of judgment being passed by justice system that we agreed upon before the injustice happened. Same is the case with any property of any entity, may it be peace, truth, love etc. There will always be difference in opinion.

Hence, God must exist at a personal level, as in my God is very different from another person's God. Irrespective of who this person is; may it be my mother, my sister, my friend, my colleague, a terrorist etc. So, either God has no properties and can't be told apart from this world/universe or God has properties that we can't perceived by us. Either way there is not way we can perceive his/her existence. So, we can say that there is no way we can prove God's existence. Or at the least there can't be one God that is accepted by a group of people, with a group size > 1. So, we can say that God can't exist as a universally single entity and also be perceived by us. So, either doesn't exist or God is subjective.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

The Number Game

I wanted to write a poem, after all it had been a long time.
I wanted it to be filled with love and joy but then I watched a movie,
its called "500 days of Summer" and wrote this. It has random patterns
but is periodic/rhythmic locally.

The Number Game

When one didn’t come,
Two said adieu,
Three wasn’t the charm,
Four was a closed door,
Five couldn’t really jive,
Then came the questions,
With no answers or suggestions.

That’s when he asked himself,
What is the right number?
Why am I bleeding so badly?
Turns out, God isn’t a good plumber.
There were holes everywhere in him,
He fell apart with the slightest tremor.

He stood there alone with no hope,
All his believes and dreams gone,
In middle of nowhere, he loop’,
Staring into the dark past, like a moron,
He felt his life was a big pile of poop,
What he trusted and believed was out-blown,
But he said to himself, that’s how life swoops,
And still nothing stops and life must go on.