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The Fruit Inside Craves.

The skin of a fruit is lush

looks beautiful when fresh

the skin turns a sag

seems awkward in tag

yet the fruit inside craves.

Easy to peel a trousseau crinkled

the loose ends that hold the wrinkles

fall out as the snow flakes

none would wish to go in for a take

yet the fruit inside craves

The fresh one has a robe tight

gives a nice opposition in fight

hard to peel them

any one would hold it as a gem

yet the fruit inside craves.

That be the plunge in all

be it a fruit or any in a call

the wealth, the power and the glitch

would deliberately demand a pitch

yet the fruit inside craves.

It could be seen in a semblance

the one out for deliverance

would be an one of the infinite

could be nothing of the definite

as the truth inside craves. orange-peel-skin-care

Tags craves, fruit, Poem, skin., Truth

bitter Poetry truth

Truth

Post author By meenas17
Post date June 2, 2015
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Truth is bitter always

it shatters in most ways

never leave it anyway

abide by it always.

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Poetry

Truth Would never Let You Down.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 5, 2015
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Angered at yesterday’s turn of events
fell on my bed with a split headache
what could be the reason for this advent?
I checked the days incidents for the sake
opening out the happenings and laying it bare
I found out the causes for the transformation.

Indeed, it is nothing to hurt the mind
it is but a gimmicky for the time being
the preamble for the stretch that lies behind
would come to light with the truth surfacing
that would be not in the recent as I feel
would break open when the time arises.

The truth could never be suppressed
it would come out with a spurt
none could restrict or repress
it would stand as evidence without request
that is the charisma of truth all said and done
a great quality that has to be enhanced all the more.

Tags Poem, Truth, value

Haiku Poetry

The Truth

The truth sustains

never will it see death

lives through forever

Tags Poem, Truth

thoughts

Writing Has a Reference

The writing has a value great

be it a fiction or poetry whatever it be

anything put in words on paper

commands a respect and means truth.

Speak one can anything under the sun

talking high of that and this

looking nowhere else around

praising and bemoaning at the same time.

The basis of the eloquence be of strength

lively it goes with the oration

sprinkled with anecdotes real and false

heightened by way of fiery talk.

There be a clear distinction in writing

as it holds a meritorious significance

nothing could be set in black and white

without the fundamentals being right.

Words spoken flies in the air

words written hold waters forever

that be the reason all the while

taking writing as a sober reference.

Tags Air, base. e;oquence, flies, holds, Poem, reference., Truth, waters, Writing

thoughts

Motive Behind

His motive being

seeking and scanning the truth

detects nothing such.

Tags detect., Haiku, motive, Truth

thoughts

The Divine

The divine be there always
say many with faith in all ways
be it divine or sublime
I know not in a time
with that staunch belief in mind
I go about in my find
tracing the truth in-depth
tracking the goal in length
be it what it may in a sense
I think of the sincerity in intense
with that my life moves on
considering the plausibility on and on.

Tags Divine, plausible, Poem, Sincere, Truth

thoughts

I Am What I Am

Having not found anyone to my liking
I wander like a solitary reaper in the world
as I find none talk truth and reason
do not blame me for what I am
as I love honesty and sincerity
I find none to that highest level
I profess and practise what I feel
that becomes a lack of interest to most
as they say that I am a useless person
unwilling to go with worldly ways
and a difficult one to tag with.
as I see none to my liking
they also fit to me to their dislike
with that goes my life in this world
almost lonely and away from the crowd
that arouses a feel that I should not have been born
an exact estimate of me from me primarily.

Tags highest, Poem, Reason, Truth, wavelength

thoughts

A Day In A Way

It is truth any way

very much to the point

telling about the day

which went on without a joint

keeping one and one in a say

calling for a jerky checkpoint

that being one of gay

arising out of disjoint

be it across a delicate bay

with the clashes in the midpoint

along with turmoil in the fray

there entered a man without any appoint

rushing through the gateway

threatening at the gunpoint

frightening all away

that was the endpoint

with the close of the day.

Tags disjoint, gun, Poem, point, Threat., Truth

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Truth And Lies.

Truth is bitter and sour.

Speaking it needs power.

Talking straight is never

a habit in the cover

demanding sincerity ever

Lies come in a clamour

Facilitating them with glamour

has become a passionate amour

bringing with it an exercise of grammar

elaborating with feign demeanour

Truth is slow and is a struggle

With an initial setback and bungle

it falters in every possible juggle

then gets ahead deliberately in a snuggle

never pushing in a through a smuggle.

Lies are quick and shining

coming in tens and hundreds in teasing

as one lie leads to another in piling

setting the stage for rigging

culminating in an illicit trafficking.

With that lies being an easy format

men chose to go by that stat

gaining in terms in no mean brat

while truth is no mean doormat

fighting a very difficult combat.

As such the eventual lies live short

with ostentation and glory bought

but with truth being caught

by jugglery and manipulation of sort

has a life long-standing above all thoughts.

Tags combat, lies, Poem, Truth

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