Idea Of Truth
Color, hue and shape,Every object has,
But in view, a little gap
Always lies between knowledge and truth;
As vapor is not water,
But a form of water
And though hot it is,
Must be cold sometime
And you, an identity,
Becomes to nonentity,
Knowledge about you is ephemeral,
But truth about you is eternal;
Vapor turns in to the cloud,
And in the lap of cloud, rain rest
Rain, which satiate thirst of earth,
But not of sea...
Does rain sate a sea..?
Or it is a bee
Who; drinks essence of flower,
But existence of flower does not depends on fragrance
But on honey;
His soul; the mother of honey
Delivers it after taking pain;
Pain; which is the synthesis of all ugly and beauty,
And of all sin and virtue is the only truth
Only a single dropp of it,
Frees our soul,
And we begin our journey,
Flying to unknown height,
Where sky is luminous and bright,
And the truth about life is not death,
But life itself is truth,
Then, why don't,
We come to know it early,
But before completing any picture,
How can one know about its beauty?
When god with his elysian fingers
Paints our life,
And fills all the divine colors one by one,
Colors, from black to white,
And from dull to bright,
When, collage completes
Suddenly thousands of stars will shine in the noon,
And flowers birth everywhere and bloom,
And this is the only truth,
Sung by life
For the life.
Poetry by Aashish Thakur
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Written on 2006-06-28 at 13:04
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