A raindrop--"from clouds to clouds"

A raindrop falling from the clouds, 

dropping on a trespasser's watery eyes, 

holding dreams, wandering through bewilderment, 

welcoming every drop of rain, 

the tear, the raindrop, 

equally concentrated keep flowing with the tripping train, 

seeping through sands, 

joining the streams, 

turning to vapors, 

filling up clouds, 

all ready to fall again.,.

Bright rainbow"

It starts with a cup of tea,

With every blow of morning breeze,

How a melancholic heart feels,

Knows no cuckoo, & no waving leaf,

Till clouds gather, and it rains & rains,

Watching the rain tripping down the drains,

Filling the grounds, making ponds around,

Washing all dusts off, removing pains,

Clouds settle, giving way to beaming rays,

And making the rainbow, and all gay,

That's how GOD coloured my day.,.

Addenda Et Corrigenda..

Addenda Et Corrigenda
(added & improved)

The end' is intended, [Greek: boulaeton];
the means' are chosen, [Greek: proaireton];
the circumstances' are simply permitted, [Greek: anekton], rightly or wrongly.
The intention' of the end is called by English philosophers the "motive" ;
while the choice of means they call the "intention" an unfortunate terminology.
Observe, both end and means are willed directly, but the circumstances indirectly.”

"As the wax takes all shapes, and yet is wax still at the end; similarly, the soul transported in so many several passions of joy, fear, hope, sorrow, anger, and the rest, has for its general groundwork of all this, Love." Hence, says Carey, Love does not figure in Collins's Ode on the Passions. (though i personally dont believe in love but passion i cant deny).
Happiness must endure to length of days. Happiness is the perfect good of man. But no good is perfect that will not last.
“Happiness is a bringing of the soul to act according to the habit of the best and most perfect virtue, that is, the virtue of the speculative intellect, borne out by easy surroundings, and enduring to length of days—[Greek: energeia psy”

Plato is a thorough Stoic when he says, that every pleasure and pain comes with a nail to pin down the soul to the body and make it corporeal.

Reflection & clay - rumi

Reflection in the mirror is object defined,
Do u knw why the mirror never lies,
Becoz keeping a clean face is its prize.
We pray many times for loss and demise,
With grace wont hear infinite wise.
If ulook towards he earth for ur wage,
Ur the bird i.etrapped inside a cage.
I envy dirt and dust, the price ipay,
Iwish i'd never risen from clay,
Like clay with seeds i'd rather play.
This journey my soul has tested and tried,
What gains this journey brought to my side,
He desires to retiurn to the clay,
He who sees no benefits coming his way,
To turn back is nothing but his greed,
To go forth can only stem from his need,
Each plant i.e seeking to reach its height,
Increase, vitality , growth its right,
Whenever it turns around towards the earth,
Will face draught, disease and even death.

Theres always HIM, the ONLY listener!

All night, a man called “God”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then his Adversary said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
... How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard God say, “Here, I AM”?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!”

The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met an angel, who asked,
“Why are you regretting calling out to God?”

The man said, “ I called and called
But God never replied, “Here I AM.”

The Angel explained, “God has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “God”
Waits a thousand replies of “Here I AM.”

All from a silent & lonely heart!

All alone, in the darkest hour of my night,
Nothing iget to see around my lonely path!
But only worries weighing me down,
And the sins heaping above my life!
All ican is supplicate to YOU,
At YOUR door crying for forgiveness from YOU!
From YOU is guidance,
From YOU is disobedience!
Am no longer capable,
Just guide me all and through!
YOU are all hope for a poor silent heart,
Looking up for forgiveness from YOU!

Of Flies and Philosophers: Wittgenstein and Philosophy

The idea that philosophy is purely descriptive, and should “leave the world as it is” falls short. It can play a more radical role.
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“To show the fly the way out of the fly bottle ”— that, Wittgenstein once said, was the aim of his philosophy. While it is perhaps unclear whether anyone — philosopher or fly — should be flattered by this comparison, his overall point is clear enough, as Paul Horwich notes in his recent piece, “Was Wittgenstein Right?” When we get curious about philosophical problems we are drawn into puzzles by the promise of sweet enlightenment, only to find ourselves caught in frustration (and banging our heads against the same wall over and over again). What we need, Wittgenstein thinks, is liberation — liberation from the prison of pseudo-problems we have brought upon ourselves; liberation from traditional philosophy. And i believe once people start working on liberation, they'll find them at ease, and also their surrounding lot!