Within the dark mystery of evening,
he listens to two interchangeable discourses
One the gentle persuader, the other, life's ultimate blamer.
Troubled by these seething exchanges,
both conscious and unconscious currents resound,
As the master's inner thoughts boom,
pounding into trails of indecision
with wired quizzes on his mind.
In silence, he weighs dark and light perspectives-
question left unanswered in the din
of reflection,
and through gradual flow of spontaneous musings,
Logic nags his cerebral strains-
scientific, structured assessment of matters which do not really matter...
Somehow, amid the debate where reason pauses with the fragile voice of instinct, the heart remains silent
offering gentle hunches revealing the
wisdom born from honesty, truth...
Slowly, this inner prompting arises
as the master in quiet introspection
realizes: the mind can lie , pride is ego- based ...but the heart, can it in conscience cope with deceit?
Categories:
blamer, integrity, introspection,
Form: Verse
I wouldn’t say that life is fair, but sometimes the wind blows in our favour. We do sense tension in the air, every time life issues a disclaimer. In life you may be coerced, in to becoming a self blamer.
What bitterness and grief has life in store for me? If only my good deeds redeem me from being a shamer. You may mock me for what I am today, but tomorrow to your deeds you will be a claimer.
Whatever good you do along the way, will come back to save you when you need acclaimer. On earth you have no time to spare, on your target you should be the aimer. Life can be shocking sometimes, but no need to be the exclaimer.
It’s little things that do count in life, if to your soul you want to be a tamer. A friendly smile or a nod of the head, to your self-esteem you will be a reclaimer. Or a kind word that might earn you respect, or for which you could enter the hall of famer.
Honour your word and gain peoples hearts, to your reputation it won’t be a restrainer. Seek wisdom in the womb of life, to your dignity it will be a maintainer. Don’t sell your soul for what it’s worth, unless you want humiliation to be your enslaver.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Categories:
blamer, care, courage, deep, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
A long needed break
Away from the crowd,
somewhere above the cloud,
where only peace prevails,
Where I can shout aloud,
I wanna go.
Tranquillity within I require,
to blow off the burning fire ,
where no existence exists,
to censure, the task persist,
I wanna go.
A blamer always blames,
a doer always does,
a gamer plays a game,
some try to equipoise their name,
To quit, I wanna go.
On top of the hills,
where quietness is only heard,
where aversion can no longer impart,
destined not to be loved,
I wanna go.
Require a much needed long break ,
at bay from home, all alone,
where I verbalise, to the nature,
Who gives and gives but upto a certain limit,
To learn, I wanna go.
To seek strength from the umbworld,
to revitalise myself from the crux,
to harmonise my heart, mind and soul ,
to live to accomplish, to play my part of role,
to reborn ,I wanna go.
Categories:
blamer, cry, dark, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
A light
of the hallway chase a loving husband.
To see the only foam is the presence
of a formula.
Up seeks the name
of a blamer.
A friend takes a quo
of the noisy neighbors.
Too much winding is enough
of the spam toil.
A fend disposes the quilt
of the spoil.
Categories:
blamer, adventure, art, education, imagination,
Form: Rhyme