I am the now of after
I am the after of now
I am the love of lust
I am the lust of love
I am the glitter of dust
I am the dust of glitter
I am the bitter of the sweet
I am the sweet of the bitter
I am the rise of set
I am the set of rise
I am wise of the fool
I am fool of the wise
I am the skill of tool
I am the tool of skill
I am the evil of pious
I am the pious of evil
I am the noise of silence
I am the silence of noise
I am the poise of mad
I am the mad of poise
I am the good of the bad
I am the bad of the good
I am the end of the start
I am the start of the end
I am the death of birth
I am the birth of death
I am the thought of desire
I am the desire of thought
I am the spark of the fire
I am the fire of the spark
I am the dark of light
I am the light of dark
I am the wrong of the right
I am the right of the wrong
I am the strong of the weak
I am the weak of the strong
I am the scent of stink
I am the stink of scent
I am the saint of sinner
I am the sinner of the saint
I am the scorn of honor
I am the honor of scorn
I am the form of void
I am the void of form
I am the bliss of kind
I am the kind of bliss
I am the happiness of suffering
I am the suffering of happiness
I am the existence of being
I am the being of existence
I am the ignorance of knowledge
I am the knowledge of ignorance
I am I of I...
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I am I of I
I am I of I...
Are they the same?
I know I am eating your head with this one...
hmm.. thought i'd do something different today..
It actually inspired from theology (my favorite subject )...
actually two books particular which almost saying the same thing at least on this ...
``Ego Eimi Kai Alpha Kai To Omega.'' - The Holy Bible.
"Sarganam adiratas ca madhyam cai 'Va 'ham," - Bhagvat Gita.
They almost mean like ....
I am the first and I am the last.
Thought about writing on the oxymoron talks of Theology for a while now..
Also, just changed my boring style I tried my hands on some rhyme...
That itself is an oxymoron, a serious topic on funny style....
Every para..havin 2nd and 4th lines ryhmin..
and every 3rd line of a para ryhmin with the first line of the next para
and so on..
Well.... Sorrie i know it a big one to gulp down... but i'm just being same old me..
Cheeriyo... have a nice day...
Sixthjan(c)2008 Copyright
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
What is the Use?
What is the use of journeying across the world in a quest?
Cherishing the few who also seek the truth
Only to be wary of the ones who claim to have found it.
What is the use in knowing no matter what they say or show?
The real man will be confined inside his head.
What is the use in climbing a mountain high?
When we can see more from the bottom of a well.
What is the use in asking the way?
When we don't even know what we are looking for.
What is the use in touching someone?
When we cannot go deeper than the skin they bare.
What is the use of a gaping wound that bleeds the soul?
When one cannot sew it up without leaving a scar.
What is the use of surviving in this darkness?
When all we really should be doing is living it full.
What is the use of these lines I write?
When tomorrow comes and these lines smudge within.
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Its another one of my Impluse writes... so dont think too much over it...
I would like to thank Mamta for proof reading it before posting ( I know how so manyof you get so irritated about the errors i leave as trade marks ).. what would i do without friends... ?
Thank you...
Cherishing the few who also seek the truth
Only to be wary of the ones who claim to have found it.
What is the use in knowing no matter what they say or show?
The real man will be confined inside his head.
What is the use in climbing a mountain high?
When we can see more from the bottom of a well.
What is the use in asking the way?
When we don't even know what we are looking for.
What is the use in touching someone?
When we cannot go deeper than the skin they bare.
What is the use of a gaping wound that bleeds the soul?
When one cannot sew it up without leaving a scar.
What is the use of surviving in this darkness?
When all we really should be doing is living it full.
What is the use of these lines I write?
When tomorrow comes and these lines smudge within.
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Its another one of my Impluse writes... so dont think too much over it...
I would like to thank Mamta for proof reading it before posting ( I know how so manyof you get so irritated about the errors i leave as trade marks ).. what would i do without friends... ?
Thank you...
Looking for A Hero
Everybody tells me how,
Everybody shows me how,
They are right in every way.
But I won’t listen to their say.
A world built to punish
It’s funny when everything ends in hues & cries
As if it’s a race to the finish
No one mourns because they jump on to the next best lie
An explosive solution to a diverse cause
It’s almost too easy with seasonal toss
Hero or tyrant smudged across
Exculpated only with a win or loss
No body disagrees at all,
Yet they have their final call
History bares witness later
While people play the fool
I think it’s a world filled with preachers
And a world deprived of pupils
So today I finally choose to follow,
But who is worthy to lead us out of our sorrow.
Everybody shows me how,
They are right in every way.
But I won’t listen to their say.
A world built to punish
It’s funny when everything ends in hues & cries
As if it’s a race to the finish
No one mourns because they jump on to the next best lie
An explosive solution to a diverse cause
It’s almost too easy with seasonal toss
Hero or tyrant smudged across
Exculpated only with a win or loss
No body disagrees at all,
Yet they have their final call
History bares witness later
While people play the fool
I think it’s a world filled with preachers
And a world deprived of pupils
So today I finally choose to follow,
But who is worthy to lead us out of our sorrow.
As I wait about...
I lay silent as the world went about,
They came first for the African
Its wasn’t my continent
So I didn’t speak a word.
I lay silent as the world went about,
They came then for the Arabs
It wasn’t my neighborhood
So I dint speak a word.
I lay silent as the world went about,
They then came for my country
It wasn’t my southern clan
So didn’t speak a word.
I lay silent as the world went about
They then came for my state
It wasn’t my city
So I didn’t speak a word
They then came for my city
It was my home they burnt to the ground
Suddenly,
When I thought to speak a word,
There was no one left to hear them aloud.
They came first for the African
Its wasn’t my continent
So I didn’t speak a word.
I lay silent as the world went about,
They came then for the Arabs
It wasn’t my neighborhood
So I dint speak a word.
I lay silent as the world went about,
They then came for my country
It wasn’t my southern clan
So didn’t speak a word.
I lay silent as the world went about
They then came for my state
It wasn’t my city
So I didn’t speak a word
They then came for my city
It was my home they burnt to the ground
Suddenly,
When I thought to speak a word,
There was no one left to hear them aloud.
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