I am strained with a burden
of confusion, of the truth-
Not accepting the truth,
remaining confused.
Tag Archives: truth
Self-Conscious
Private intimations
Stun and astonish,
With subtle divulgence,
Scattered scantily
Amid common communication
A monotone revelation
Drifting on halcyon air.
An ominous precursor -
Flashing red lights,
Bells clanging, flags waving
Madly with such tragic bane -
Even clouds burrow humbly,
Shrouding rays of the sun
Awed and moved
Propitious foretelling,
A brilliant full-moon flight
Withering silence
simultaneously freed
And paralyzed
By the escape of such
Transcendent truth
Rationed to a rapt mind.
Trust of the un-trusting
Meandering beyond boundaries
Of a self-conscious mind.
Trying Fibonacci Poetry!
The
free
soul moves
amidst the
frightening truths of
the dark gruesome reality.
Writing fibonacci poetry is quite simple, you just have to count the no. of syllables. I think you are familiar with fibonacci series, so the no. of syllables in every line of the poem corresponds with the fibonacci series.
e.g.- For a 6 line poem,
I LINE- 1 syllable
II LINE- 1 syllable
III LINE- 2 syllables
IV LINE- 3 syllables
V LINE- 5 syllables
VI LINE- 8 syllables
5 Liner!
I
see in
your eyes and
know the truth you
hide.
You
can look
into my eyes
and tell me that
truth.
What lies I tell myself daily…
Wondering what lies I tell myself daily
The lies I say to myself so consistently
The lies that I have adopted as truth
Lies that are going to remain lies
Even though I lie about my lies
I say the truth I think which are the lies
The lies I say are the truth I say to myself
Wondering what lies I tell myself daily
I think I lie every moment to myself
I say the truth which must not be a lie
But I think it is a lie anyhow
Which is a truthful lie I say to myself.
THE WAY (Open Book Challenge)
We are all on an individual journey. We are looking for truth and overturning all stones in an effort to find those methods that will help us discover, THE WAY.
Each one of us has a unique idea of the path and how it is to be followed. Some take to religion, some to science, and some combine all the information into a form of belief. We look for signposts and guides to lead us into a direction. Often we feel we have taken the wrong road or walked down an over trodden path. Frustration that we need to retrace our steps is often felt, and for a moment, makes us sad for the time we have wasted.
However, is it really wasted time? Maybe, there was something missed on the first pass through. Some lesson that was not evident or forgotten. What if we are where we are meant to be, ALWAYS? Could it be that there are no mistakes? It just is what it is. Hmmm….something to muse about today.
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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.
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
Guilty of being guilty…
Guilty of being guilty,
The conscience I think has devoted,
Everything to punish the guilty
For feeling guilty.
.
Guilt- the cosmic truth,
Doesn’t feel so good,
When embraced and punishes the guilty,
For feeling guilty.
.
Guilty to aim at building guilt,
Who understands the plight,
Of this being who is punished,
For feeling guilty.
Perception
Printing down my feelings,
Enabling my inner-self to speak,
Roar out loud,
Converse with others, share,
Enact what it feels is right,
Pointing towards my thoughts,
Telling nothing but still everything,
Indicating my persona,
Observing others’ emotions,
Now that is perception!
.
Perception
Perception can change life.
Perception can bring forth everything.
It can hide.
It can show.
Perception is every truth,
And every other lie,
I have got.
Free
Gone too far
Lies
Half truths
Too far gone
Can’t turn back now
Right?
NO!
Never too late
To free your heart
Let it go
Feels so good
To be free
Tell it like it is
The truth will set you free
Free to breathe
Free to love
Free
Truth
Speaking of the truth, I have now realised truth is not important because it holds no significance in how we perceive things today. So, what is important? Important is the thing we believe is true even when it is not…
Something to ponder about…
Haven’t got much to share, so, here’s the song I have a Dream by West life.
Don’t say forever
Whenever some one say forever,
I say never.
I can’t bear the promises,
The grief,
The love,
The words,
The hatred,
The jealousy,
The pessimism,
The trauma,
For not even now-
Then how forever!
Forever for me has never been anything,
But the moment which is now.
I don’t want to see the future.
I don’t want anything to know how it would be.
I care for what had happened.
I care for what is happening.
Nothing stays forever-
You know that,
I know that.
Please-
Don’t say forever,
Because I would say never ever.
What I’m left with is Me…
It seems someone is angry at me
It seems someone has forgotten me
Both these feelings are now beyond any repair
I am now a part of someone’s hatred
But that doesn’t hurt me any more
For this is what I deal with everyday
A new foe comes by, unwanted and even sometimes unknown
An old friend ends the tie just like that
And sometimes even come out to be the new hater
Of my being
I never speak
I never talk
I never complain
I never speak those silly lies
Neither do I hope for those who are gone to come back
But why did they go in such a rush?
Leaving behind me in the bustle I could never be a part of
What I’m left with is me
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy.
The Life’s Truth
Getting to know what it means to live
Doesn’t sound so greedy to me
But whenever I try doing so
I’m disregarded
I’m called an impostor
Trying to know the secret ways that lie within
Within our reach but so beyond
I want to know what it means to live
I want to know why do I want to know it
The questions aren’t questions
They’re statements
There are no answers
But only the truth, still hidden beyond my reach
I just grieve; grieving to find it.
