Krishna, Buddha, Jesus, Muhammad Were indeed blokes extraordinaire But, why did they deliver messages Seemingly different in many ways Or, are you and I getting it all wrong And, in some strange mysterious way They are speaking the same language Who knows, because if they were Will there be such warring factions Both in theology … Continue reading Messengers of What
Let me serve you these words As Wordsworth used to do I can think of ways less apt To present the Truth enwrapt Like as in prose or a dissertation Which to heart have less affiliation When in the deep depths of silence Or in a baby's innocent mumbles One comes face to face with … Continue reading Poetry as a Vessel for Truth (Lines written on World Poetry Day – Mar 21, 2018)
Whence is Truth, Truth that is true As time begins and ends And even as it wends; Truth that is true Here, there And everywhere; Truth that is equally true For me and you?
I go in search of Truth No, not to the Himalayas But within myself. I could explain If you ask What this Truth Is all about And your intellect May even love it The point, however, Is to live it By seeking it. And, how many Among you all Are willing To turn your back … Continue reading Embarking on the Inner Journey
I remember once too often A girl from my student days Whose thoughts gladden me And send my heart a-flutter; These days I search for Truth And wonder with some misgiving Whether sometimes in one’s life Truth comes disguised as Love.
Years are passing by 'Tis time to ask why Ere we soon die. Interesting though the journey seems With scope for a myriad dreams, 'Tis but fleeting and momentary; Unwise it would be to tarry, Tossed between pleasure and pain And other longings vain. Truth in the world we cannot find ‘Tis but found in … Continue reading Ask Why
There is no truth Higher than Love And no love Higher than Love of Truth.
Ay, and what exactly is Truth Is it different for the old and youth; Does it change with the changing season And vary from patrician to plebian; Do day and night a difference to it make Or East or West its stride break; Is it of account whether it is she or he If you … Continue reading Do Tell Me
That the sun rises in the east Is true only from here on earth And a few other places But what is east anyway Except as we define it In relation to something else. Who am I anyway Except as I relate To people and things And since my relations To people and things Are … Continue reading Relativism
With a head full of philosophy How little I believed in love No matter what its force With which it swept my heart I thought it did not matter If I ignored my feelings And it seemed to matter not Except for a tugging at my heart Or so I have tended to think But … Continue reading Amor Fati