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!
Innate in the nature of nature’s most evolved,
Are the traits of a certain crawler.
Changing colours as per whim,
Common in both illiterate and scholar.
Tales suggest that they stand along,
When everything revolving around is fine.
It also suggests their absence and silence,
At the slightest occurrence of trouble’s sign.
Loss, poverty, alienation and sadness,
Reveals the truth of those whom you count.
True colours can never be concealed,
Yin plus Yang is the true amount.
And the walls of the old house were strong,
Standing and steering for generations now.
Each mark on them had its own story,
Each pillar kept secret the family vow.
But one picture caught my eye,
A portrait of someone long-lost now.
An unforgetful face, even if I try.
Bold, beautiful and righteous frau.
So many emotions did the portrait portray,
A genius for sure, who played with colours.
Some saw her happy while some grey,
“Life”, wrote the painter, “every single day”.
It is only as beautiful as you believe it to be and only as dark as you see.
Women are mysterious they say. They are never fully understood by anyone which makes them special.
Yes, words are not to demean anyone but to highlight the beauty of the mystery women carry with themselves. A similar beautiful encounter is penned below.
She was a painter who saw it all.
Summer of Spain, two thousand and ten.
I see a painter sitting by the street,
Face so innocent, eyes so calm.
She makes painting of those who desire.
Each stroke has its own charm.
I see her eyes as hypnotic as they are,
Looking at children playing in the alley,
My table and her chair aren’t much far,
Her paintings aren’t anything less of a story.
Oh and there is a secret, she keeps to herself,
Known only to a few like myself,
What you see is unknown to her,
While her vision is the painting itself.
In the chaos of how and when,
Knowing or trying to pretend,
Juggling between tear and mend,
A strife exists between mind and hand.
Divided by nations sharing the same land,
Running in the false race of being the better brand,
Oh whosoever played it really should have planned,
Strangely we live in what we barely can withstand.
World is the word around which I revolve,
Since stoneage none could solve,
Present globe laughs on us the evolve,
Craziness of the den is hard to absolve.
A story unfolds after a certain hour,
Devoid of a title and of time.
Reflecting those deepest worlds where,
We make laws of justice and crime.
Adjournment from the dark silence,
Ends up where we thought of being.
Mixture of obedience and of defiance,
Says the narrator to self while sleeping.
With no line separating sane from insane,
No one to know the right from wrong,
A theatre that delivers both smile and pain,
Through plays which seem short yet long.
Nightly Theatre which we see, has it’s very own song.
What are your plans for this weekend?
What are your plans for this summer?
What are your plans for future?
We all have heard and answered these questions from time to time but tell me, How often do we get asked, What are you going to do today?
I bet the frequency is far less than that of the first three questions.
That is it! That is where we go wrong. We get so involved in planning that we actually forget to do what we had planned earlier.
I know most of us already know about this but sometimes a word from someone else actually helps to put things into perspective. If you too feel that someone needs to read this, please do share by all means.
Read to know…know to read
We make a mistake every day in our lives,
One which we realise when we read the archives,
Investing all in a day which hasn’t even come,
Slow down dear reader, enjoy the drive.
Plan for future but don’t let go of today,
Time is tricky, it simply passes away,
So before you invest in something uncertain,
Read what Today is trying to say.
Enjoy a laugh with family or with a friend,
Complete that book all the way till the end,
Write down what you feel needs to be penned, Or
Do all that you wished to before the time is spend.
Try and do something you have never done,
Something new and artistic, be it serious or fun,
Be thankful for the day that you have received,
I did what I wanted to, now it is your turn.
–The Poet and the Pen
Take a moment to look around,
Something is voicing underneath that sound,
Hidden in those laughs, those smiles and silence,
Is one common thing that can always be found.
That which is known is not necessary to be heard,
The cure lies in doing something preferred,
Like I do when I feel the need,
“The Poet and the Pen”, World of Words.
Nothing you do will bring you just peace,
For it is not something absolute,
Known Stranger it is whom I speak of,
Adversities are thorns and Goal is the fruit.
Every choice we make comes with a path,
Before you start your journey, prepare your heart.
Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)
Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.
This video shows my journey and the rich content this blog has to offer…
Read the poems once you are done with the video (especially those whose images you like)
See to know…know to read
I know we made it to the weekend and we are thrilled about it. However since the week is coming to an end, we also should end something. Something which lives inside everyone one of us, something we deal with every day.
You know what? I found a way!!!
Come, let me tell you about it.
“Read to know…know to read”