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The Collective Sigh

The collective sigh of the viewers

viewing the prodigy becoming genius

by understanding that this life is a game-

You have to play it if you want to win it.

The collective sigh of the gatherers

gathered to discuss about the world as such

by knowing that this world is a gaming arena

You have to stay in it if you want to have it your way.


Now, What Else Can I write?

I am now afraid to tell myself the truth

The truth I’m avoiding

The truth that is there, present all the same

Why is it so difficult to let the truth seep within you

The truth can hurt, that is also true

The truth that is true

I’m now real afraid truly

Because I think I would have to face the truth.

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Truth- the game of true and lie

It is played every where

Sometimes the truth that is true wins

And even the lie can claim its victory as well

I am not making much sense

That is indeed really really true

But what if the truth is not true

And the lie may have been true, if given a choice

And the truth that is now a lie subsides

This game is amazing

The truth that is true

And that lie that is also true

And the truth that is a lie

This chakra would play its part

The lie may claim its crown

But the truth can also steal it away

Because after all truth is quite true

And the lie can indeed be a real lie.

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The true colors of the nature rise

Sweetens the wind blowing by

The true flower emerges from within a bud

And the wind bathes in the scent of the truth

The soil truly nurtures a plant

The wind really blows by

Sweetened with the taste of truth.


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Like a Simile, Not Similar

Like a river
         not a stream
Like an Illusion
         not a dream
Like a car
         not boat or plane
Like going crazy
         but not insane

Like a wanderer
         never home
Like a hermit
         always alone
Like a mute
         never heard
Like a clown
         always absurd

Like knowing
         all that's messed up here
But having to speak
         to a deafened ear
Like doing all
         receiving none
And sweating
         just to get it done

Like having bosses
         so confused
When things get tough
         they think they're used
Like being blamed
         by everyone
For things
         you haven't even done

Like trying so hard
         you just can't sleep
With no reward
         you have to weep
Like going back
         time and again
And hoping that
         this all will end

But likenesses
         they aren't what's real
The truth
         is what they will conceal
I hope you see
         and most will claim
It's all just part
         of playing the game
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