I seek the art of silence,
For I am a complete fool.
Stating opinions is marked as defiance,
While holding grounds is cruel.
Nod along for the road ahead,
For individuality will be harsh.
Regardless of the talent you had,
Silent followers will be asked to march.
I seek the art of silence,
For I refuse to be a tool.
Belief in self and dreams will be in compliance,
Silence is for the wise fool.The Poet and the Pen
I came up with this tag line during the very initial days of my blog. I remember, we were sitting in my hostel room and talking about palindrome when I saw on this piece of paper with Read to know written on it.
Thus began, Read to know…know to read catch phrase. Not exactly a palindrome by definition but yeah that’s pretty much the story. Today I am here ready to post by 100th Poem and it really has been a journey so far.
To many more to come and to this 100th, Read to know…know to read.
Birds were flocking back to their nests,
While the set was glowing orange and red.
Amidst the settling sand they give their best,
And remain Satisfyingly unsettled for ahead.
What more can you truly achieve apart from a simple try?
Question to be asked in the presence of stars…
Was my effort a truth or a lie?
Regardless of answer strategy says, “Try”.
Remain satisfied with what you did,
But dare not settle ever in life.
Greed is not doing my bid,
It is the positive satisfying drive.
Satisfyingly unsettled is to perform, rest, and strive.The Poet and the Pen, 100th Poem
Temptation leads to an act of action,
Action comes with certain deeds.
Good and bad co-create junction,
Oh fool why don’t you limit your needs?
Enough itself is never enough.
A concept relative to every being.
Our unnecessary necessity synonyms tough,
Fallacy is all that I am seeing.
Age old stories are being treated ill,
All for the comfort and purpose of some.
A game where end is peril,
I found a sage of ageless term.
White clothed with a smiling gaze,
Has no money or possession of his own.
Yet his wealth is beyond our chase,
Answering all in his calm and soft tone.
Simplicity, truth, non-violence and kindness,
Are principles to break the cycle of Karma,
Harbors the flame which ends all blindness,
Ageless Sage’s definition of Dharma
Be it any country, religion, race or identity, core values all remain the same. In the end we are all but a name.
Fool oh fool stop limiting yourself,
Race of numbers never ends in life.
Judgement of one cannot be done till,
We take into account one’s strife.
None is less nor one is many,
Why competing with another being?
No one is qualified to judge another,
Close your eyes to start seeing.
We agree to have different stories,
With different characters, roles, and sets,
Fool oh fool you need not worry,
Waking up better is the best it gets.Life
Every city is like a maze,
Plots with various turns and twist,
Towers of age old touching skies,
A glimmering jungle where we exist.
Each one has it’s own character,
It’s own story and speed of life.
Unique language persists in each,
Concrete jungles where we strife.
Seemingly similar yet not the same,
Something makes these cities alive,
I have played my role in many,
Just like every other who reside.
As I stare at these glimmering jungles,
I see a game unfolding by me.
Funny is this show of light,
Different despite being similar, irony.
An art which appeared long ago,
Is perishing with each passing day.
The profound game of words and phrases,
Ironically is lost for words and way.
Literal sense of what literature means,
Is perhaps the one that comes last.
A set of rules which were meant to simplify,
As per whims and wishes are changing fast.
Take it at its true value,
A deal to deceit one called life,
If you must, change your actions for good,
Leaving the literal literature alive.
Another day, another week, another thought.
A very good day to all of you!
Before we start, I would like to urge all my readers to read the title once again.
Flawed is flawless
Interpret it, and post the same in the comments section below.
Everything that we do is earmarked with some kind of flaw, but is it so?
What if that itself is flawless?!?
This can go on for a while, so let us not go there. However, do keep this in mind.
Flawed is flawless
So I asked this strange fellow whose path crossed that of mine,
While we journeyed together, talking and sipping some wine.
A doctor by profession, who knew the world he lived in,
Fond of the phrase, “Flawed is divine”.
Tell me doctor, why is it so?
Smilingly said, because I know.
Look at anything you can cast your eyes upon,
It will be flawed as it is nature.
What we think as flawed is something else,
Flaw is the uniqueness of every creature.
Produced and designed by beings not living,
Can be similar to the very inch.
But that is not what flawless is about,
Flawless is the uniqueness every being should clinch.
Flawed is flawless, don’t you think?
It has been quite a while since I wrote anything. Maybe it is because I have been busy lately or maybe there is a reason.
Yes, it sometimes doesn’t make much sense to do what we do in our day-to-day life but yet somehow it all comes together in the final picture. Maybe this is why there is always a reason behind anything anyone ever does.
Read to know…know to read
Not everything will make a perfect sense,
Perhaps something we should be thankful for.
This long journey encompassing all tense,
Never ceases to startle us like before.
And while we learn and adapt to our lives,
Declaring solidarity with a lady named luck.
A quaint fellow manages to thrive,
Appearing in the end to leave us awestruck.
Again, not everything will make perfect sense,
Perhaps that is what helped us all along.
Behind every uncertainty, possibility and suspense,
Lies a reason, incomprehensible and strong.
Segmented thoughts are fluttering by,
Shadowing uncertainty over right and wrong,
Quite moment comes rarely these days.
Lyrics are mute yet loud is the song.
Dice, how do you do it?
Rolling, Tumbling, spinning side,
Not knowing what lies beyond,
Taking chances is how you decide.
Life, the six faced gambler,
Has randomness as its guide.
The best is not over… read till the end.Hello fellow reader from a place unknown, hope you found the words appropriate. So how have you been lately?
I am fine and smiling as I write from somewhere in the globe. It is funny, isn’t it? I talked about randomness in my Poem and here it is, a perfect example of the same. Some stranger whom I have never seen, met or even talked to is reading and understanding my words from an unknown place (talk about randomness there!)
Life is mundane at times, we feel low or bad or sad or sometimes even get mad. BUT (Yes this one required a higher volume)…But that is the thing, in order for life to be fun and exciting it also needs to add in the mundane flavour.
Get it?Well, I’ll let you to decide. Just one thing I would like to say before I step off. Try and see at all the randomness that is floating around you and in your life and if you do find any, which you will for sure, convey that feeling to this fellow whose words you just read, Out of randomness.
People are like chameleons, changing their colours as per necessity. While that is what we all do there is another truth which every one seems to forget or perhaps give somewhat less of a weightage…
It’s the truth about their True Colours. No one can hide their true colours forever. Sooner or later they show what they are constitute of. So here is to the concept of True Colours and when can we see them best.
Read and Enjoy!