The fact remains..!!

My people say to tell the truth,
the world itself is not a truth,
we all lie to hide the truth,
yet the fact remains.

The priest preaches the God's route
which itself is not a truth,
different religion talk different truths,
yet the fact remains.

We believe our parents till we are five,
then see the world when we drive,
with two perspectives in our eyes,
yet the fact remains.

The way to find God,some say,
is through good deeds but 'neway
the others are no wrong who say
the almighty is omnipotent,
and d non-believers of destiny,wht do they say?
yet the fact remains.

Philosophies tell us all good words,they talk of:truth,life,death and all phases of mother earth,
but the philosophers are no saints,
yet the fact remains!

The fact is the ultimate truth in lives of men,
where theories failed,could I comment?
The satisfaction is in believing something,
but the fact will always remain!!

What you do, comes back to you..!!

Deserted, barren , wild heath; which inhabits none but those who deceit.

Was I stuck there, shrieking my lungs out, yet couldn’t defeat the silence in the air.

It seemed my voice was but audible to me, to no one else the hills or the trees.

The lifeless woods, absorbing the sound,

Branches throwing me to the adjacent forests so that I was not there again found.

Next morning when I, in my real world, returned.

At once my mind to that incident turned, it recalled the previous day’s lie and caused much pain when I realized.

Went back to her to apologize, that little village girl had retreated to her motherland, threatened by my disguise.

I was full of fright, felt guilty to contact her and neither did she write.

Days have passed yet I remember the brutal nightmare which still thuds my heart and stands my hair.

And then when I remember the little girl I curse my sense of humor to have found amusement at the cost of her tears…

Wish that the fake story doesn’t disturb her too.

Praying to god that is all I can do.

Revising the lesson that your doing comes back to you….

Enliven as a dreamer

I don't dream

Is it my fault?

The cause is clear , the reason is near,

Why I don't dream, is it out of fear?

The seed has to grow some day,

The waters move on dissolving any block on the way,

I too wish to stand taller someday, I too wish to fight hurdles, if I may.

I am spontaneous,I don't dream.

Is this pretense or my over-credulous scheme?

Life will take me through whatever is written.

He will direct and put me where I fit in.

Puppet-like I will portray the gesture.

Then why to dream and forward the picture?

Whatever will happen will be known very soon.

Work if you could but dream not.

Because the future is uncertain.

It is the ignorance that often frauds,

"dream come true"!

Knowing well, it was always in his records.

Why to dream and attempt a peek ahead of time?

If I demur this way,

I can only urge my senses alone;

Who else will adhere to my say?

They will venture and dream,

They will see and know,

They will hope and fulfill.

Are these the ones who deserve?

Not that i don't conceive the scene,

My senses at war, what am I for?

I have faith in my thoughts.

But the realization gives a jolt!

I don't dream.

It is my fault.