A Story of Two Brothers

 

This story I heard once but ain’t in rhythm that rhymed,

In conventional ordinary town dwelled all allegedly in equal stride;   

Were these Two Brothers, one Gentle, another Wicked,

Had possessions of few tangibles they both inherited!

The Prism

 

You shackled within a Prism, to be bent,

Own pride & prejudices of wavelengths!

Colours of joys & sorrows, vulnerable,

Light passing splatters frailty & strengths.

What Left Wants?

 

One must learn, when & where to draw a line between -> Being a Roman in Rome vs. Being Original.

When you adopt or agree to swing towards whatsoever, then in an ordinary course of action, you read, learn, discern it comprehensively, & then infer whether you could lean towards it partially or absolutely!

Crevice

 

There's cause & effect, big or small,

So is in non-linear, A Sound of Thunder;

Even when compartmentalized colossal,

Floats on, along with its every Spender.

No Tenets!

An evenly distributed poverty porn,

Or an imbalanced asymmetrical share;

Control in hands of dynasts,

Or in masses who at most cheaply care.

Cycles

Teach, Learn, Unlearn,

Honey coat pages whether or not ideal;

Alas, in innumerous tries,

Unthinkable, to metamorphose evolution cycles.

A Bird

 

A bird from the nest watching tides,

Every morning every night;

Could not fathom where it commence,

In counting countless days & sights.

The Clock’s Proximity!

 

The gravity in space time,

Pull needles in circular;

Alas, ain't tell the truth Slant,

Nor dilation too seen any farther.

Or impetus that’s so strong,

To slow the path all along.

The Unity!

In the eyes when they perceive,

the unity;

Is it? Or, it’s no more than fear,

seen in one’s zeal. 

A fear, not about losing love at all, of all,

Rather, what built for or in existence, 

all along & achieved.