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'KASA' - Truth and Wisdom
Meaning is meaningless, dead; for Life holds meaning
Don't be Terrible when Troubled, to avoid a Terrible Trouble
Death is a way-off Life
mastering Life is a share waste of Time, we are not here to stay
How Foolish are you? Measure it to grow Wise
A toddler's wisdom surpasses that of a furious Wiseman
The drum beats of the Wise, falls flat at the dancing feet of a Fool
Knowledge dies, Wisdom lives beyond death
Confusing the Cock's cough with its crow, wakes the Morn early
a Roof is the Building. So is Man, Life
the Body is filled with Pain but man never get used to it
a yelling Truth is a silent one
a Knock goes further than a Scream when at a King's door-step
truth Bails, lies Bills
the Purest speech from the Heart is a cry
Prudent leaving lengthens 'Life is Short'
Life has MUSTs to be done. Don't fail to do or else, Life will fail you suddenly sadly
nothing is Right everything can be Wrong, whiles nothing is Wrong everything can be Right
the noisy bleating goat disturbs the village at the expense of a glad soup pot ready to boil
Fear of Death denies know one of a Good night Sleep
big EYES aren’t clear sight
only Distance can tell how clustered the Stars are not an Eye
the Blind see further in the dark than the Sighted
the Limbs of a cripple tells nothing of his Height of Insight
Power of imagination makes you Stand whiles sound in bed
Thinking your Shadow stands by side in the dark, is your mind
Want to see your Mind, without the cuts and stitches? Stand in-front of a Mirror. What you see is not Self but Mind
an Eagle's flight is no fright rather a height to fright all prey
You always stand tall when you discount sky heights
Standing on the tallest Mountain does not make you fly, for your soles the Earth behold
Indeed the Universe occupy real space but true space our Hearts and Minds occupy, in comprehensible vastness
the Truth you run away from never chases, why? Because you never left it behind, how? Its your Heartbeat
The long barking dog exhibits little terror but more fear, so is a nagging being
our Undeniable Footprints on shore whispers not to the washing waves
As a being, man's closest of living a Dream is to go blind, deaf and mute. Awake
Madness is just a Feeling better short-lived or forever in-caged
Man eagerly cried-off childhood Freedom just to anxiously search for it, a life-time. Guess what? Man never did find
If the lettering of a Poet expresses real Freedom which the Mad lives, then call me 'a Mad Poet’
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