The paradox

Life is so full of paradoxes that it would definitely be mind boggling to keep a track. Don’t we very often find ourselves trapped in a Catch-22 situation? The solution to the problem takes us back to the problem itself and we’re profoundly confounded.
Be it science or mathematics, the paradox never leaves our side! So if a bucket with infinite capacity is full, there’s always some more that can be added to it. Tell this to a cynic and wait for the awe you expect. Unfortunately, he replies with:
‘a. It cannot have infinite capacity.
b. If it does have, it cannot be full. I think you’re asking the wrong question.’
The very beauty of paradox is spoiled by a tinge of reasoning.

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The paradox

Life is so full of paradoxes that it would definitely be mind boggling to keep a track. Don’t we very often find ourselves trapped in a Catch-22 situation? The solution to the problem takes us back to the problem itself and we’re profoundly confounded.
Be it science or mathematics, the paradox never leaves our side! So if a bucket with infinite capacity is full, there’s always some more that can be added to it. Tell this to a cynic and wait for the awe you expect. Unfortunately, he replies with:
‘a. It cannot have infinite capacity.
b. If it does have, it cannot be full. I think you’re asking the wrong question.’
The very beauty of paradox is spoiled by a tinge of reasoning.

War

 

I shall tell you a story
Of mortals dead and forgotten.
Justice awaited upon and hopes shattered.
Structures razed and homes devastated.

Of an apparent child killed while just a foetus.
Women assaulted, raped, tortured, blackmailed, burnt and dictated.
Their tears dried up long ago.
But the humiliation flows inside their veins.

Of children lost, kidnapped, trafficked and sold.
Carrying on through the rest of their lives.
Dreaming about their bleak future.

Of the whistleblowers
paying for their goodwill
by burning at the pyre
or buried deep underneath the cobweb of crime.
Threatened, accused, stabbed and shot.

The narration seems long and tedious, is it?
But it is just the tip of the iceberg we live on.
I suppose you possess a lot of time to spare.
And here I am, with so much to share.

It ends?

Your reasons are beyond me.
Do I not interest you anymore,
now being within your reach?
Months of hide and seek,
an adventurous escapade.
And it ends?

I’m not the mysterious puzzle anymore.
Did it take you so long to realise?
That I can’t be flawlessly beautiful at all time.
That I might be messy and untidy and I ought to be excused.
That I can’t forever stay young.
You are just like them.
Like all of them.

Take away these memories.
Heaps of absolute rubbish.
Go away, sweet heart.
There’s but one regret,
down the years when you realise,
that you wronged a heart which loved you so,
you might want to come running,
begging me for another chance.
Oh frail me!
I may not be here,
my love.
I shall not be here.