The truth
He got stuck at a place from where no one can get out
He is not tired but this confusion is that where should we go from here
If someone knows 'where' then tell him by calling him
He does not know the signs, wake him up by shaking him
He is a resident of a world where things were open
Where the world had solidity where the links were connected
His world was very simple, this is his helplessness
He does not know about this place, that is why he is so wandering
He is stuck, he is wandering, he thinks that 'truth' is the only truth
This is his shortcoming my love, what he thinks is simplicity
These complexities and these lanes of this place, hidden views entering the eyes
He is going towards where the whirlpool is, he was standing here on the shore
Someone tell him how much magic is hidden in the truth
Tell him how much deception is hidden in simplicity
Why are there so many different paths, so many varieties of thousands of colors
Then there is so much difference between them, so different lives of rituals
What is visible is an illusion of two eyes, from where did you get a thousand eyes
Tell him, if he asks himself, he will know where to go
But this 'self' is also a trouble which will not be nurtured by him
This is a lamp whose wick will burn only if he gives blood
Where will he get so much blood that this wick burns for life
If he remains alive, he will breathe, whoever breathes will rise a storm
Wherever you have lit the lamp, there will be a storm, this life itself opposes
Sometimes it is hope, sometimes despair, sometimes it is truth, sometimes it is a dream
The truth is really touchy, if touched it will become weak
The sight will change when the eyes go, it will be day but it will be night
If that which is visible is something else, then who is that who is writing
Someone has thrown such a net that the stars of the sky have got entangled
Now all the stars of the youth of his eyes have also been extinguished
Since then, everything that was hidden from him till now has started appearing
The procession which had stopped somewhere has started moving again It happened
It is not that big a deal, everyone should get their daily bread
From here, deep questions arise, from here, answers become double
From here, the belief of man is linked that man is the rival of God
From here, it will be decided who will speak whose words
Where will the river of time flow, where will its water flow now
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day. @vikbuddy ☺️🙏
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