Temptations
I would have liked to preface this with something on its evolution. But I am too pressed for time now to do so. I hope I would be able to do it when I update this.
Temptations
Some fall for lucre
And some for cheap thrills
Some goes for the inane
And some for a promise of love
What should one do
When one sees this farce
Where the asinine act as wise
And the nice are considered base?
Yet it’s moving to note
That some do not have the eyes
To see what they really are
And blames others for their faults
They at least are
Temporarily saved
From the poor disgrace of
Knowing themselves then
Is it better to allow them
To bask in that illusive glory
Till such time comes
To remove those veils?
May be they are right
In some peculiar way
Where self gratification
Assumes all round importance
I am sometimes non-plussed
Seeing this musical chair
Where no one can win
But the people who organize
Yet it is amusing too
To listen to the growls
And dismayed yowls
And wanton cries
As the drama unfolds
More characters may come
Flaunting their roles
Lighting their poor flares
Okay let us watch the play
Till we get bored
There seems to be no charge
To this amusing fare
Written by Sam
October 22, 2009 at 9:02 pm
Posted in Human Psychology, Humor, Life, Not really poetry, poetry, Stories, Un-stories
Tagged with Cruelty, dream, Experiences, fear, Human behavior, Humor, Life, love, purpose of life, reality, realization, relationships, seeing, situations, thoughts, truth
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the plot continues
our dramatic personas
transparent but stayed
I like this. You take such long journies with Your poetry. It’s really nice to walk along with You.
Thank You and Namaste. 🙂
blissbait
October 22, 2009 at 10:22 pm
You are truly Bliss 🙂
Yes, the personae dramatis seem to be influencing me a little…..well it happens……they are all lovely actors and they live their parts.
Your kind words have made me whole. You are an intuitive and sublime soul. I am glad you came….. Thank you
Sam
October 23, 2009 at 1:19 pm
dearest sam,
its really beautiful and true. i can understand (or assume) the true meaning of this poem, there is nothing to analyse in that, it has only to be felt…
the moment we realize that life is but a musical chair, we join the viewers and enjoy the show..
trisha
October 25, 2009 at 7:22 am
Dearest Trisha,
I work with moods as I stated in the side panel. This was a mood I liked exploring. 🙂
Yes it is a genuine rendering of feelings as you have correctly noted. I let it go like that. There is some thing in raw feelings which attracts us….
Sam
October 25, 2009 at 11:30 am
dearest sam,
mood is an important motivation behind any creation..
agreed, a person who doesnot gets attracted by feelings is not really alive.
trisha
October 25, 2009 at 4:37 pm
Dearest Trisha, as I view it, emotions are what makes our life.
A person who is not capable of emotional heights would never be capable of intellectual heights too.
Sam
October 25, 2009 at 6:05 pm
dearest sam,
agreed to the core.
a man with passion lives, others survive. 🙂
trisha
October 27, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Lovely 🙂
Sam
October 27, 2009 at 7:13 pm
thats not my quote, someone wrote it, most probly picasso
trisha
October 28, 2009 at 4:44 pm
Well then it is not lovely. It’s only lovely when you say it 🙂
Sam
October 28, 2009 at 5:25 pm
thats partiality… not fair!!!!
trisha
October 29, 2009 at 2:41 pm
I don’t want to be fair. I am allways truthful.
Sam
October 29, 2009 at 5:51 pm
he he 🙂
trisha
November 3, 2009 at 3:46 pm
Yes I am, I am the most honest guy around 😉
Don’t think that when I say truth its about factual things like ” This is a table” or “that is a house” etc.
What is true to me is what I feel at any point of time in my mind. In my mind Picasso could say the most beautiful of things and come no where near when you say the same things 🙂
Sam
November 4, 2009 at 1:47 pm