From the Back Pages 

Gaurav Ojha 



Scholars are busy professing theories that can never be applied  

Most of human ideas are better in books, too dangerous to put into practice  

Useless intellectual stimulation from the outdated paragraphs keeps on reverberating   

What shall we do with the eyeglass after the professor dies?

How can we keep up with his perspectives, difficult even for him to understand? 

Hang his ideas on the library, like the art beautifully motionless and vibrantly dead 

Too much thinking for the brains, too little courage for hands

But don’t you see the armchair scholars, it a fool's paradise outside 

Let them do what they can, they have mud on their shoes

Those who get involved also know how to wash their hand 

Revolutionaries tell us what to do on the day history dies   

Romantics give us visions and dreams as an escape from this waste land 

Hippies sing the songs of freedom, dropouts create Business Empire 

Framers plow, poets imagine, preachers preach, writers publish 

There is nothing special or specific; we all do what we have to

Before being a friend, become your own enemy 

Listen more to the silence of your skull than the sounds of mouth

It's a mystery how fiction becomes our reality 

Why do unprovable things excite so many? 

Let us remember those saviors history is trying to forgot

Let go of dead batteries from your closet 

Any which way the destiny shuffles, life always ends 

We all survive wondering as if we are missing something 

Are we all searching for the same thing, believers and atheists?

A truth, love, reason, God, soul, beauty, equation and logic 

Something transcendental and stable for a sense of comfort and certainty 

Find some life in a corpse before its burial

Learn how to jump into a frozen lake from the lake of fire

Give more significance to your journey than to the destination 

Make your questions strong and answers weak 

Don’t forget to scribble puzzles of life in the back pages 

Your words will help you find a meaning