Reality. Poems - Poems about Reality.

Unpredictably Predictable

Feelings, like storms, disrupt the inner peace and leave the future uncertain

Hopes, like mountains, seen and far away to reach

Desires, like eternal, keeps running and stop’s nowhere 

Thoughts, like lightning, shine, disappear, and keeps coming 

Tears, like rains, clear the clouds and leave it’s 
Sign

Life, like ocean meets river, people comes from various channels with

Burden Child

You were never meant to be a vessel of sorrow,
Yet the world placed its trembling hands on you.
A child seen as an outcast has no place here, they said,
Treated like a beast than an actual human being.

A childhood of watching, listening, holding secrets like sharp stones in tender palms,
Smiles practiced, tears swallowed, the weight of

Reality or Falsehood

is it real?
am i real?
are you real? 
is anything around us real?
everything is perceived as fake.
i know it’s there.
i know it exists.
but for some odd reason,
it all feels hoaxed,
surreal,
dull,
empty,
ambiguous.
but why?
if i know people exist, objects are real, and my feelings are real,
so why does everything feel misplaced?
lost, even.
i discern as if i am fraud.
it’s a

OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW

OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW
(Apropos Of An Ironic Juxtaposed Reality)

Ironically,
it’s cheaper to live than die:
Save, self-cremation:-
Even then, you must pay for
The ashes to be cleaned up:-
And don’t forget, the family
Is charged to pay off all debts
That you may have left behind:-
Ironically,
We are born to live and die,
Life, being cheaper:
Funerals are expensive!

IN REALITY OF THE DREAM

IN REALITY OF THE DREAM

All living in peace;
All injustice uprooted:
Justice’s mountain topped:-

HAPPINESS IN A JAR

As I try to wish away, all the sadness that I feel;
 As if a night sky's falling star, could grant me something  real...
    If only one small wish, of what's eluded me all this life thus far;
         I'd wish for just some

A Good Sense of Humor Blunts the Sharp Blades of Reality

Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor. 
 
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.

Reflection

Tackling a slick problem like D’Alembert’s paradox— 
a cylinder set in motion, destined to roll on and on— 
My fresh numerical method spoke in the same voice, 
but sparked sharp debate—someone blamed me for ignorance. 
Until a quip cracked the tension: “D’Alembert’s paradox doesn’t account for lubrication.” 

Truths can slice deep, sharper than we expect,

A Good Sense of Humor Blunts the Sharp Blades of Reality

Harsh is life’s reality.
Each trial we endure is a sword of steel
that pierces the jagged edges
of our imperfect souls.

We cannot escape
the occasional slashes from life’s rapier
that fall upon us when times are hard,
but neither can we get through life
living with sorrow and angst
without a relief valve.

Even in the midst of great tragedies,
humans have found ways
to

Learn To Let Go

You cannot make work everything as per your plans
As there is already a roadmap 

You cannot fix all the misunderstandings
As there is already a home built for trust issues

Don't put efforts to make undesired connections 
As connections are not for long lasting 

Follow mindfulness 
As karma is real which hits in its way

Make a habit

A Good Sense of Humour Blunts the Sharp Blades of Reality

The reality of life can
leave a bad taste,
especially when dealing
with those who are two-faced.
The road to hell may be 
paved with good intentions,
but hell on earth is dealing
with constant contraventions.
Everywhere we look 
there is always tension,
often coming from those
we'd rather not mention.
But through it all, 
there's one thing I've never misplaced,
something that simply 
can't be

A Good Sense of Humour Blunts the Sharp Blades of Reality

I try to crack a joke to tame a tense situation,
As a way of blowing up the slow building steam.
With a joke, I see all resentments flitting away,
And watch, how a happy mood begins to stream. 

Stiff formalities often leave me choking
In a very serious company, I feel at a loss
I'm so much at ease

A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

When life threw me a curveball,
I stumbled—then chuckled mid-fall.
Lumped knees, not pride, I wore like bent,
because sneering is something I've seen.

In chemo rooms and vestibules,
I frenzied dry jokes on aseptic walls.
Doctors simpered, nurses would beam—
a punch-line where the fear had been.

When agony thumped hard and sleep grew thin,
I let the silly light writhe in.
A meme,

A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality: Shaving Ryan’s Privates

Roll back the clock to Josef Locke
(and not before or after),
in climes where shrines have names like Knock
without provoking laughter.

My father was an army man
(and yet me to beget),
all spit-and-polish, spick-and-span,
and quite the martinet.

Those soldier boys were short on poise
in those benighted days:
the Murphys, Martins and Molloys
were raised in rustic ways.

But Duty Sergeant Kevin Coy,
vesuviously

The Mentor

"The more in science we advance,
The more do we grow," you say;
Still, Nature's love, abundance
Forgive us all in every way.

She lessons us to endure
Just like the green grasses do;
We, humans, can't all ensure;
We fail to remain pure and true.

Time's supposed to take all away;
She teaches all how to accept;
Rise and fall, the night and the

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