Trust

Some days are just special and today is one of those days.

On a day like today I would like to tell you about a loop which never allows us to escape yet it carries the escape with it.

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Mind is a fool for it does not know,

Heart controls it whereabout.

And Heart’s a fool for it does not know,

Mind can trick heart without a doubt.

But who is smarter of the two?

Answer divides the Earth in half.

Fact is there is no false or true,

Same situation can make one cry and one laugh.

If you feel Heart is smart,

Tell Heart that everything is alright.

Poor Mind will play its part,

Everything will start to look just right.

And if you think mind is stronger,

Tell Mind that you call the shots.

Poor Heart will beat longer,

And open all the positive slots.

We believe in what we think,

We think about what we believe.

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.

Twisted

Lie-ability

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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Toughest to achieve in this world of liars,

Trust is the gift that seldom gets bestowed.

In the globe which is governed by desires,

Everything fades but Trust doesn’t erode.

How many are there whom you truly …?

If lucky maybe one or two.

Don’t count that vague feeling casually,

Trust will speak when it comes to you.

Learn to trust when the time comes,

But learn to trust only the true ones.

Enough with all the roses with guns,

Be transparent, it is good, it is fun.

Tale teller knows only tales for you,

Rustic or new, maybe fiction maybe true,

Undying words are only to light the way,

Singing Trust’s value as you make due,

Trust me for Trust is only for a few.