
- The Unconventional Thought Experiment
- Interesting discussion about the theories of science
- Tricky Philosophical Reasoning
MINUS:
- Few explanations are absurd
- Not so interesting at the End.
MY Rating: 4.5/5

MINUS:
MY Rating: 4.5/5
It appeared like a hardened feeling,
A stone of a heart, and painful dwelling,
A greeting of no warmth,
Like an intruder on her land,
I lived in, what was my sin?
I made no more choice, did you hear my voice?
It’s you, who done this to me,
Acting like you don’t own this property,
Told my instincts, and my rights,
Are not yours, liar, how could you be?
Calm and blamed my feelings,
When we walked through the lobby!
A thought would still glimmer,
On back of my mind,
That you don’t really hate me,
But the question remains,
Do you love me?
Lonely the mind has been
So am I, lost in a deeper thought
Searching for answers,
For the questions questioning clarity,
So close I was to know
That it was all my Insanity
It was hard for me to know
Am living in a Bedlam like unity
Never I gave up, swallowed the hiccup,
The search went on
And so gone my changing mind
And the tormented Wisdom
I laid and knuckled down
On what never existed
All of a Sudden,
It appeared like dawn,
I woke up, my eyes say,
The confusion’s still not gone away,
At Office, It’s just another day
The outer cover of the malicious butterfly,
Looks pretty, venomous beauty it doesn’t die,
The eyes on those wings, do not cry,
Her dreams so real they seem,
Disappear in the truth so calm,
Immortal promises helping treachery,
So white they fade in dark iniquity,
Double-crossing been her daily activity.
And that stem of the wicked tree,
So tolerant she looks, her innocent body,
Her witchcraft so impatient turns loathsome,
Separated by no distance, the death syndrome?
Swallowing the grey matter, the unsolved conundrum,
The thirsty branches, pining for blood,
Fruits of misery drowning the distant flood,
Solace she seeks, staring at the lamenting.
The beauty of the brains, never appealing,
Ravishing is the skin of the cunning,
The vice it preserves underneath,
Spills beauty to eyes deceiving heart,
Beautiful may be a butterfly
And a distant tree, mantrap they might be,
Nature’s uncovered tranquility,
Lies not in beauty, but in the altruism,
Sleeping helplessly unnoticed!