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.
It says, human did not know how to lie. It came to us as well started settling in this world.
What/who taught us this unique ability?
What/whosoever it was, changed the shape of the world we know today.
Act of concealing what we label as truth,
Comes natural to most if gazed up close.
Tranquil tunes wrapped with fallacy,
Are being administered at a regular doze.
Tricks are quaint and treats seem heartening,
Masking the gloomy road ahead.
An act that never ends but keeps circling,
Even after the lie has spread.
Some are necessary, noble, and kind,
While most seem innocent with a deceitful glimmer.
Precarious are the stones on which,
Lie makes promises to a desperate winner.
Necessary evil whose chains have broken,
Commands even the noblest of us.
Since the beginning only truth has spoken,
Impeccable amidst the liar’s fuss.
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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.
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.