My Shadow

I remember...

In good weather

We walked together

Pride I took my fellow

Calling you my shadow

Then, it rained with thunder

I realised my blunder

For my shadow sticks to me

With light flowing free

Come darkness, and my fellow

Disappears my shadow

Without further ado!

Physical Pain - A Curse?

If you get injured, stretch your muscle, fracture your bone or have some swelling or infection, you feel pain. Pain, to certain extent, is tolerable. The degree of tolerance varies from person to person. Nobody likes pain. Nobody can live without it. Pain, a personal feeling, sometimes becomes so intolerable that we tend to question the intentions of Nature (God) behind pain. Is pain a curse? To most of us who have passed through unbearable long-duration pain, it is. We pray to God to free us from this curse as early as possible.

Let us, for a moment, assume that the God approves our prayer and puts us in the state of Zero-pain. If this happens it is a matter of celebration for us but most of us would soon realize that it is a bigger curse than to have pain. We consider pain as a factor causing discomfort. In stead we should see to it as a signal indicating some physical disorder and it is this physical disorder that creates discomfirt. Imagine if a person has no feeling of pain whatever happens to him. Now, if one of his bones is fractured he would not have any pain and, in turn, he would not know that he has broken his bone. If he continues to work, the condition of his bone would worsen, without his knowledge, to the extent that may bring  some permanent disability or even fatality.

There are people in this world who cannot feel even slightest of pain. These people are vulnerable to greater physical injuries to the extent that the injury turns into a permanent disability and for the rest of their life they become dependent on others. Remember pain is not only the indicator of a disorder, it is also necessary for determining the level of recovery one has attained by treatment. So, in absence of pain the treatment becomes almost impossible.

It is clear that pain is not a curse but a blessing in disguise and what is needed is developing a higher level of tolerance and, believe it or not, the tolerance level can be increased if we accept pain as an 'inevitable'  part of our life.

Life (poem)

Walk, jump, or run,

No one can shun

For life is a race

Everyone has to face

Birth, its starting point

Death, the finishing line

Everybody wants to win

And yet,

Nobody wants to touch 

The finishing line as such!

Tragic End of A Nobel Prize Winner

The use of chemicals as a destructive weapon in wars is not a recent development. The first major attempt, however, for developing chemical weapons of mass destruction started way back during the First World War when the rival groups invited scientists for applying their skill in this direction.

Fritz Haber, a scientist of great repute at that time, finds mention in academic syllabi of high-school chemistry as the one who developed the process of manufacture of ammonia gas from nitrogen and hydrogen. But he extended his research for the development of the process of manufacture of nitric acid from ammonia. This led to the further progress in the manufacture of nitrogen-base explosives.

Haber was a German scientist. As a patriotic German, he gave priority to his duty towards his country over the future destruction of mankind as the consequence of his inventions. He was the leading scientist, on the side of Germany during the First World War, who were engaged in the development of destructive chemicals which could bring about massive killing of  the enemy. Haber's wife, herself a chemist, opposed the very idea of mass killing and requested him to give up his work. Haber declined arguing that it was his patriotic duty. His wife committed suicide after she had failed to persuade him.

Haber luckily escaped the trial as a war criminal in 1919 but being a Jew by birth he had to pay the penalty. He was treated cruelly despite his services. The Nobel Prize Winner scientist for whom patriotism was at the top was hounded out of his country and he left for Cambridge with broken heart. Remaining years of his life were more or less painful until he died, in exile, in Basle( Palestine), after sufferring from sudden illness- a tragic end to a great life!

If There Is Life After Death

A short poem if it could be called a poem...

Ever since man realized that
There is life after death
In the quest for happiness
In that life after death
He forgot to happily live
The life he has before death

Loneliness

A short poem if it could be called a poem

With its pointed beak

Loneliness at its peak

Sharply cuts wounds on me
Yet, to it, still
Grains of tears I spill

I love loneliness
For, in the bleeding pain
Those pricky wounds drain

I feel memories, warm and sweet
Of your endless lovely tweet!