aashishameya
06-11-2007, 01:03 AM
Color, hue and shape,
Every object has,
But in view, a little gap
Always lies between knowledge and truth;
As vapor is not water,
But a form of water
And though hot it is,
Must be cold sometime
And you, an identity,
Becomes to nonentity,
Knowledge about you is ephemeral,
But truth about you is eternal;
Vapor turns in to the cloud,
And in the lap of cloud, rain rest
Rain, which satiate thirst of earth,
But not of sea…
Does rain sate a sea..?
Or it is a bee
Who; drinks essence of flower,
But existence of flower does not depends on fragrance
But on honey;
And birth of honey always gives pain
Pain; which is the synthesis of all ugly and beauty,
And of all sin and virtue is the only truth
And pain covered us
Under his wings,
Our soul became free
And we imbrak our journey to the unknown
where there is no darkness
And sky is alway luminous and bright,
And the truth about life is not death,
But life itself is truth,
Then, why don’t,
We come to know it early,
But before completing any picture,
How can one know about its beauty?
When god with his elysian fingers
Paints our life,
And fills all the divine colors one by one,
Colors, from black to white,
And from dull to bright,
And when joy mingled with sorrow
yesterday with tommorw
Pain kissed happiness
And light touch lips of darkness
Then thousands of stars shine in the noon,
And flowers births everywhere and bloom,
And this is the only truth,
Sung by life
For the life.
Every object has,
But in view, a little gap
Always lies between knowledge and truth;
As vapor is not water,
But a form of water
And though hot it is,
Must be cold sometime
And you, an identity,
Becomes to nonentity,
Knowledge about you is ephemeral,
But truth about you is eternal;
Vapor turns in to the cloud,
And in the lap of cloud, rain rest
Rain, which satiate thirst of earth,
But not of sea…
Does rain sate a sea..?
Or it is a bee
Who; drinks essence of flower,
But existence of flower does not depends on fragrance
But on honey;
And birth of honey always gives pain
Pain; which is the synthesis of all ugly and beauty,
And of all sin and virtue is the only truth
And pain covered us
Under his wings,
Our soul became free
And we imbrak our journey to the unknown
where there is no darkness
And sky is alway luminous and bright,
And the truth about life is not death,
But life itself is truth,
Then, why don’t,
We come to know it early,
But before completing any picture,
How can one know about its beauty?
When god with his elysian fingers
Paints our life,
And fills all the divine colors one by one,
Colors, from black to white,
And from dull to bright,
And when joy mingled with sorrow
yesterday with tommorw
Pain kissed happiness
And light touch lips of darkness
Then thousands of stars shine in the noon,
And flowers births everywhere and bloom,
And this is the only truth,
Sung by life
For the life.