Myra; Myrrh of my life...

On this bed of pain I can see...

a tear glistening, but not trickling down

your heart feeling sick and dejected brow

Your pale face and pierced hand

Shrieking breath taking a vow

I miss you, you full of smiles

So assertive in persona

So mischievous and guile

You resonate the house

with your demanding voice

Oh Sweetheart! I feel your pain

Your gloom is not in vain 

I at this moment confide my world in you

the tear, is about what you go through 

I wish I could take this struggle from you

I wish I could bring back the happy You!

Finding Truth...

                                    

Being right is not right enough until it matches the right of every individual, which is not a commonplace. Your truth might be your truth but it can’t be everyone’s truth, besides there is this truth of convenience that amuses me the most. It seems to me like a politician, carrying a hidden agenda and you can find it quite vocal in contemporary societies accepting the truth that is convenient and serves one’s purpose. 

Sometimes I feel if this truth has also got the binding of Time, Place and  action as stated by famous Greek philosopher Aristotle the “three unities”….

Once I read somewhere, “Truth is a luxury” and I was not baffled with this idea because though I never framed it out that way but I feel exactly the same. And it’s not that truth is so inaccessible, not in everyone’s reach, is something that’s begotten in modern era but since time immemorial its been there. Even our Mother Nature has kept the truth hidden, has not unravelled even the slightest piece and we so called rational thinkers  perceive apparently that   we have understood it all and will soon be the masters of it….