Going back is not possible in the literal sense,
And yet every thing, which is passing through the present, is automatically going back to the past. In fact, we are moving to the past every minute. It means that the past is dominating our present. Thus we think for the future and live in the past, where is our present then? When Bulle shah asks, "Ki jana me kown?" (Who knows, what I am?), the same question echoed in the Rig Veda comes to my mind-
What thing I am I do not know
I wonder secluded, burdened by my mind
When the first born of truth has come to me
I receive a share in that selfsame world
R.V.1.164.37
Poetry is again a search for our self on the foundation of the past and with the vision of the future. Poetry is like a lullaby, which never gets old and never loses its charm. It is like prayer, which never loses faith. It begins its journey at some point in the past and proceeds to the future.
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And yet every thing, which is passing through the present, is automatically going back to the past. In fact, we are moving to the past every minute. It means that the past is dominating our present. Thus we think for the future and live in the past, where is our present then? When Bulle shah asks, "Ki jana me kown?" (Who knows, what I am?), the same question echoed in the Rig Veda comes to my mind-
What thing I am I do not know
I wonder secluded, burdened by my mind
When the first born of truth has come to me
I receive a share in that selfsame world
R.V.1.164.37
Poetry is again a search for our self on the foundation of the past and with the vision of the future. Poetry is like a lullaby, which never gets old and never loses its charm. It is like prayer, which never loses faith. It begins its journey at some point in the past and proceeds to the future.
More information here.
