Sage old story

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.

Lie-ability

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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Wise will rise

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

Rustic reading glass

A quaint summer comes to my mind,

As I recall that particular book.

Swing set of my balcony faced,

A small cafe with a homely look.

I frequented it every now and then,

To finish what I had started before.

My book of stories from every end,

And coffee that I always wanted more.

Times were tough back in those days,

Money was hard and work was seldom.

Making do with my rustic reading glass,

I typed what my imagination could fathom.

Decades have passed and here I am,

Writing just as I did before.

What keeps us humble is our past.

Time when I used to sleep on the floor.

Always treasure those who stayed,

Throughout your quest with highs and lows.

For me it was my rustic reading glass, now yours.

Wear to see what it shows.

Literal literature

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.

Dice

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 video journey of The Poet and the Pen

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)

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Happy Monday!

Being wise

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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