The Quixotic Space

Here comes my first guest blog  :-)

And I  couldn't be more honored as the Quixotic Knight has generously agreed to share his ninja awesomeness here in this "space". 

Thank you Kunal... :)

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It’s not everyday that one gets asked to be a guest author by somebody as awesome as Rohini Singh. So today when she did ask me, I said I’d be glad and I went to bed.

It’s 3:32 AM and I can’t sleep. I can’t wait. I have to write. J

I have this thing for words starting with “S”. Solitude Sublime are such beautiful two words. They amaze me. On the brutal journey of what to write and the herculean task of converting coucntless thoughts into words, I come upon one of the favourite words of mine, this one starting with “S” yet again. It’s not solitude, It’s not sublime.

It’s space.

And now that one dares to scribble in this epic

How about scribbling a little about something awesome on solitude sublime

The word is “Space” ,about which I’ve written Before

But isn’t it never enough to write on something so divine?

Verses form the DNA of this blog,

And thus the prose shall give in to verse’s fight

Today’s author, ladies and gentlemen

Is the quixotic knight

The existence of this concept space around us,

It’s dichotomy with object is mystical.

What you perceive as space can be a collection of a million objects

This verse is already so whimsical

What you perceive as empty space,

Is a crowd of molecules and atoms packing up leaving no space

What you perceive as a solid object

Can be an empty space for trillions of objects within

Gets hard to explain the concept,

So consider the room where you sit,

It’s a solid object for a person standing outside

Yet for you a space where you fit.

Life is nothing but but an empty space,

It’s all empty space, you and I.

Starts with an empty space in the womb,

Space remains when you die.

It’s surprising why its not yet a religion,

Space’s existence remains without a doubt!

There are so many questions about existence of God

Where’s he? I hear, So many broken soul’s shout.

Take away everything,

destroy all that exists,

Do the dance of Shiva,

And yet an empty pure space persists.

One which can cannot be created

One which cannot be destroyed.

Gods can fall , sedated

Space stands, like a numb soldier deployed.

We exist not in time, We exist not in this world.

In space, exists everything. Everything which ever was.

It can be an object, or maybe even a thought,

Nothing escapes the mighty space’s claws

There is physical space,

and then there’s  the mental domain.

One might disappear from physical world

But in mental space they always remain.

You’re born , you live, you love.

You laugh you play and you die in your tomb.

Even though physically you’re now an empty space

Like your origin, the empty womb.

 So while the physical space is constant

And creation leads always to destruction here.

Is there no boundary

To the mental space’s sphere?

An objects needs space to exist

Space exists if there is an object.

What was present when there was absolute purity of space?

Finding this answer, is the prophet’s project.

Space is deeper in solitude,

And in solitude its more sublime.

It’s best to perhaps hide space’s mystery

And in ignorance grace its shine!