History…

History is a big lie, concocted by victors
Written after the struggle, to justify
The acquisition of power in war,
Or revolution, in the country.

The vanquished becomes the oppressed.
The lies continue to defraud the souls,
Of a nation and its populace, for
A long period of time, till another one,
Writes a revised note, as appendage
To the established order, of lies.
Here the rusted customs become laws
And new generations believe,
They are the truths, as a scripture.

All truths, are hidden camouflaged
By false propagandas, and biased news.
Man is living under constant deluge,
Of the deceit, perpetrated by those in power.
God and truth, faith and virtues,
Stand away, in constant concern and fright;
Unable to intervene, and set it right!

Vainglory!

Movement…Progress…Motion!
They are the dictums of evolution
For human life! A maxim.
The sages who wrote scriptures and epics,
Envisaged life, as vanity, and illusion.
Man who created this era says life is truth.
What we see and comprehend is truth and reality...
Dreams have a path, of its own
Truth has its different path.
And Time blindfolds both and flow in its own way.
Where do they confluence?
Any place they commence flowing together as one?
May be in heaven, where everything is real!
Is life a myth or reality?
A reality existing for a short moment,
On the scale, of the boundless time.

Once it is over what is left out?
Wealth?
Memory?
Prestige?
Reputation?
Glory?

None of these has eternal values!
Hence sages of old times recited about
The emptiness, unintelligibility,
Futility and hollowness of life
In their writings, for the posterity.
Yet, man is still running after vainglory!