I don't know!

Socrates said that to say "I do not know", one needs to KNOW of a thing. Deleuze, the great French philosopher, studied philosophy, wrote many books and towards the end of his life wrote a book "What is Philosophy?" and said one could only speculate what it really meant. To me, this is the beauty of knowledge! To be able to be an idiot! The questioning of a further quest. A great philosopher of science Karl Popper wrote in his book "Unended Quest", that to understand life one has to raise doubt. 17th Century French philosopher and physicist Descartes said "Cogito ergo sum" i.e. I think, therefore I am.

To think is consciousness.. is it not to become an idiot ?

RAKHI

Early morning, someone knocking on the door.
Must be a dream I thought.
I opened the door....
"Sister!!, What you doing here ??"
"Raksha Bandhan !!"
"AH!! me and my forgetfulness."
She rested for a while, freshened up.
We wore new outfits, ones they wear on ocassions.
The teeka, chokha, RAKHI and sweets....
I opened my eyes. It was almost noon. Teeka on my forehead and
the taste of sweets in my mouth still lingering...
Ah! must be a dream I thought..
Phone rang...Guess who ? :)

Why ?

Why do I forget so quickly?
Why do I forgive so easily ?
It was just yesterday that I was MAD at her, furiously,
I thought this is IT.
But today, I long for her,
The warmth of her body,
The cheerfulness of her smile.
And then the conflict within myself.
The ego as tall as a man can be,
Won't let me make a move.
Thus I shall go away..
Go away so far, that sky is the only thing I see.
Emptiness, the only thing I feel.

Being With her

I enjoy being with her.
'enjoy' infact must be an understatement.
Being with her, brings happiness to me,
happiness that is unprecedented.
Not that I said my life was a bed of roses.
I want to travel far, very far, with her,
Like a gipsy.
I want to speak nothing, feel nothing at all,
but her love taking over my soul.
All this that I have already felt,
I want to feel all over again.
Feel it for real.
I want to walk over the short grass, with her,
Under the clear blue sky,
Walk bare feet and feel both,
the chill of the cold grass and
the warmth of her hand in mine.
I want the summer winds to bathe our bodies,
as we walk choosing the path from other one's feet,
each knowing without doubt,
that this day is going to last,
Forever.
I want to do it all over again.
This time for real.