Saturday, October 12, 2013

The Rabbit Who Never Stopped

We're all familiar with the rabbit-tortoise story, yes, the one where the faster rabbit lost to the relatively slower tortoise, due to his laziness. The story that had ended with a moral of being more steady. The rabbit was told to learn from the tortoise. And so he did, the incident was remembered by generations of rabbits, it always reminded them of the silly mistake their ancestor had committed and along with that it was a matter of shame for them. The whole species was being seen as lazy lads now, and it disappointed a young rabbit a lot. He knew that he wasn't like that one old folk who had lost, he was different. He believed that rabbits had improved in terms of speed as well as steadiness, and no rabbit was foolish enough to commit the same mistake again. But it wasn't just about his faith, he needed to prove himself to others too. With all these thoughts in his mind, he left his bushes early in the morning, heading straight to the outskirts of the forest, the place where tortoises resided. On reaching there he challenged the first tortoise he saw for a race.

Tortoise refused, "I've got better business to do",
and the rabbit challenged, "Is that the fear of losing?"
"Joy of winning & sorrow of losing don't affect me. "
"Then what is that is keeping you from accepting my challenge."
"I don't accept challenges, I, however can accompany you in a run. "
"See it as whatever you want to."

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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Deathbed (Poem)


When I'll be lying on deathbed,
Fake or true tears might be shed.
To my grave you'll come and cry,
When even my memories will die.
Few final words in my praise you'll say,
And then helplessly look the other way.
When I die, who will cry,
All their tears will ultimately dry.
My thoughts might stir you occasionally,
But it'll affect your life's pace barely.
My achievements no more will be celebrated,
Neither will the defeats anymore be elaborated.

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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Empty Handed (Poem)


Everything is passing by,
Everything is passing through.
Making its way through my soul,
I can't now see even you.

One moment it was with me,
Another one it is looted.
I do feel so much cheated,
How can I be defeated?
 
Is there something really mine?
Something that can stay with me?
Not punished with stable pain,
Nor rewarded with stable glee.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Lies (Poem)

The feeling called jealousy
The feeling of despair
The way we act and react
The way we show care

The feeling called sorrow
The so called happiness
The loneliness, emptiness
The joy and the stress

All are just feelings which
Don't even exist physically
The false hope holds us on
'n Then suddenly breaks brutally

Life is still incomplete without 'em
On such lies, this much we've relied
While untouched truth remains silent
And keeps waiting to be tried

Is fake all the beauty
The promises are untrue
The lies are infinite
While truths not even few

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