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.
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!) Beautiful! Right? 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.
A wise man once said…
This world was harmed more due to the silence of the wise than due to the shouts of the foolish.
Being Wise It’s not easy to be wise,
Hearing all that you know is wrong.
Speaking only after you think twice,
A wise man never sings his own song.
Know this for if you are wise,
It is not just a privilege but a duty as well.
In this chaos of veracity and disguise,
A wise speaks only when others stop to yell.
Be a guide to all who are lost,
But in a way which is welcoming and humble.
For you are the wise who knows the cost,
Ensuring that the world doesn’t crumble.
“ Kings may be judges of the earth, but wise men are the judges of kings “
– Solomon ibn Gabirol
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