Play 1: The Smirk
Why the Smirk? For no eyes can evereven Lie, forget the Smirk…
After a Plain day, Winding up myself before the Mirror, with those everlasting eyes, I wonder... What's in a Mirror, that makes us go naked in Truth, Is it the very frame of watching Our-Self, err the Heart in a Humane Form, or of our Inner Narcissisty, to boast to our Self of our Sins, either way, it is more Powerful than a Lawyer or a Priest, who harp on Good and Fear in our Courts and Churches to knuckle out the Truth from us, for Righteousness. Hooking and getting deeper into those eyes, I see Fear that rattle us there and Ego that propels us here. Complete absence or presence of Power brings the Truth within us. So, is it all about Power and if so am I having it now, enough to quench my desire?! et tu, mes yeux?! What about you?! What do you need?!
Seule la vérité,
ma beauté
Seule la vérité
(Only the Truth,
My beauty
Only the Truth)
for
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. (John Keats)
The more the presence or absence of power, the more truthful one becomes of one's self. The more truthful one is the more beautiful...
No later than I realized this, the lips goes for a curve and the cheeks try a trough, in short he smirks, as I frown. No matter how many times I splash the water on this face, the smirks as a stain refuses to leave my face. One can take a face out of a smirk but never a smirk out of the face, like the acts of Men on this earth, they are borne out of it, never to be parted again. So are WE, aren’t We?! born out for Life, borne with scars of our birth never to be parted again, aren’t we?!
Those Eyes, they glowed, the smirk I would say rather, on the utterance of this truth or rather a fact. These Eyes they have a language of their own, Language of the truth, the beauty, that our Lips can never express, For no eyes can ever lie, they thrive in the presence or absence of, power like truth, as truth is all they need, to smirk & glow or dim forever.
Over the years the Smirk have come to define us, and we anoint Moments that make our Life, with these Smirks, Thou Initially we may harp on a Cry as a revelation in these Moments, as an Life affirming act, which Well was our first Act of us as Humans out here, forgot not that no Great acts of Men has ever been complete without their Smirks, the Last final Act and so should our Life be, Oh!! How I wish, wish to have One, when I die, but not before the Tears flow through the dimples of my cheeks… but till then I will have to wait… et tu, mes yeux?! what about you?! what do you need?! A tear or a cheer or both rather?!
They also serve who only stand and wait... (John Milton)
May be ‘U’ are right, I may have to wait till my last shot of breath, to know. Till then I may have to run through the various interludes the Life will offer Me. Just like a Rain, that’s raining outside, these interludes might bring in a lot of fragrance from deep within. Let’s see what the day may hold for me further, as WE interlude with it.
Play 2: The Cry
Why the Cry? For no Lips can evereven feel Pain, forget the Tears…
The Rain, the Lagniappe, Nature has left for us, irrespective of the plundering we did with it. These speck of drops, when ricocheting back from earth brings out the fragrance from deep within, with a roar of the Thunder. The Tale is repeated elsewhere with us and within us too, through our Tears coupled the Cry, the very first act of us, brings out the yelp, the life within. The Life that comes with this roar from within, goes off with the roar from outside, in the Life we left on earth.
These Tears, Our Cries, make Our Journey, and completes, Oh, forget about its completion, it will never even starts without it. It comes with a Sense of Poignancy and so Our Pathos are defined with Cries, where as Our Ethos, are made up with Our Smirks. et tu, mes yeux?! What about you?! What are you made up of?
Jamais souhaitent apprendre cette vérité
(Never Wish to learn this Truth)
For,
"…Where ignorance is bliss,
'tis folly to be Wise." (Thomas Gray)
Why? Why you say this? Why now? Is it Vice to be Wise? I can’t ignore those Sparkles again in their eyes. They nod in union on the utterance of this truth that the Greater the Ignorance the Longer the Bliss be, up until you it.
Looking back, Our Childhood, the Age of Innocence, was actually an Age for Ignorance, and is still the only single moment that we all wish we traverse back in time, for then the ephemeral bliss looked like for eternal, and since then we lay emphasis on ignorance for in need of this ephemeral bliss and keeping us under the hood of dogmas, religions, gods, democracy, even the system, and everything including our very way of life, living and seeing.
Truth is no bliss, and so we discarded it long back. Cry is no bliss and so we try discarding it too, from our face, but little do we know, that it can’t be, and
"Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter." (Friedrich Nietzsche)
To Cry, is to be Truthful, & so we Cry before God, Law et all, but before whom are we all crying, if not the Truth, which is Our Reality, and not the Our Ignorance, and definitely not the dogmas that tried filling in its place, and so there is Pain in our Confession, not cheer.
Play 3: Our Dogmas
As the Trees are, in our Landscape the dogmas are spread over our vivid Thoughts, for most of our Lives we struggle over with them, not able to comprehend, what they are, why they should be, but they are as those trees, an inevitable part of any landscape.
They are in, as Our Gods, Laws, Societies and in us, in our need for Morals, Goals, Ambitions and Dreams. They are everywhere but nowhere.
Why do we need Goals? Why a God or Morals? Why to be right in being right?
Why it’s a right to be right? and why not right to be right?
et tu, mes yeux?! What do you see in it all?
The Most real called Life being defined and put @ stake by the Most unreal called Dogmas?!
Answer me!!
<Will wind up soon>..
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