Sunday, July 10, 2005

Paradox

Metamorphosis: Salvador Dali
An old one ...
..composed by moi in a cliche-ridden moment of angst..
...... and bad rhyming..

In this busy humdrum of life
We ignore the things mundane
We battle time to take control,
Yet insanity and chaos sustain.

In this raucous noise-filled world,
Conversations are but a creak,
The "Twang" of silence is unheard of,
Dialogue amongst souls is Greek.

In this temple of material wealth,
Idols are consecrated for fame,
Obeisance saved for the neon lights,
Obscurity for the flickering flame.

In this stage of scripted lines,
We act not with our heart,
Directed by the bright illusions,
We covet the measely part.

In this quest for money and power,
Rare is the pristine charm,
Of honest words and selfless acts,
Humanity in its purest form.

In the search for meaning and order,
We live our lives askew.
When peace of mind is all we crave,
With a caring soul or two.

Is the solution for an enriched life,
Investment in thoughts not things?
To spend the wealth of warmth and love
And all the joy it brings.

In this quest for elusive bliss
Someday we'll realize,
What we seek is within our souls,
We need just open our eyes.

7 comments:

SM said...

wah wah ...kya khoob kahi :-)
beautiful .Do put up your other poem too ...that looooong one (thats all i remember of it :D)

Sujith said...

hmm.. not bad :-)

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Vivek Sharma said...

"An old one ...
..composed by moi in a cliche-ridden moment of angst..
...... and bad rhyming.."

True...!

Anonymous said...

I know that I'm lazy but when are you going to write ur next blog??
Rupam

Anonymous said...

Wonderful!!! Beautiful!!!
Hum sab ki zindagi ko itne khoobi se describe kiya hai aapne

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