Poetic Symphony

“A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain.  It was there that the wise man lived. “Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world.  The wise man conversed with every one, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention. “The wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness.  He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours. “‘Meanwhile, I want t...

In dedication to the farmer the maker of our lives. I am hungry as I am very bad, Like I killed someone or I sank I never stole any food Nor robbed any bank. I was only born to a farmer Who always fed the earth But never had his own grain He only had the faith. On the god who's up Who see's everything in silence But, which father can see His children die in violence. They say it always Good days are coming But, Should I wait until There is left nothing. Tomorrow when I die, With unbearable hunger. Please don't waste on mourning Be humane, save a farmer. Don't feed the stones They already have the scope Go feed a Farmer. They are waiting with hope. They're are waiting for the god Who gift's them relief, Try to be their power Resurrect their belief.

She is the wick of the candle, She melts as she spreads light. She burns in silence standing very high, In even strong wind she's so bright. She's a humble and beautiful mother, She's strong and supportive sister. She's so mischievous but she's your friend She's fragile though a phenomenal teacher She's so good in hiding her scars, And also, she's resilient every time she's hurt. She only wants to achieve her dreams, But, she's often busy in sacrificing. She's carved for the world's empathy, But, world's busy in agonising. She always stood beside you, She did whatever she could, But, when she's helpless and weak Nobody came for her good She stood alone to fight. As the wick of the candle She melt as she spread light. She fought for her freedom, And glowed brighter than bright. Epilogue: Hello everyone, if you like this poem above. If it did something inside your consensus then just don...

Everything you see in here is a lie, You see what they show you They show you what you want to see, Seeing is deceiving, visuals are corrupting. Yes, you are like the horse in a blind fold. And you need to see beyond that cloth, You should see a painting as it is, But, not as it comforts you hiding reality. Yes, fall to my words, go deeper down. You will realize your whole life is a big lie, Then you blame me, as you can't accept it, And you start to rebuild a lie, then let it die. You create a loop and become a sloth, As you are afraid of following your destiny, And you're afraid of exploring the truth, The truth is easy but you don't need it's key. You're a coward dressed like a soldier, You don't even know, why you're born for, And even if you knew, you have no courage, To change your life into something beautiful. And you again do the same mistake until you die And you let everything fade, to start living a lie.