Truth dripped wet

Truth dripped wet
In the quiet of the night
Glistening in the moonlight
Revealing all that is right

A simple drop of honesty
Falling with such grace
Washing away the lies
Leaving no trace

The pureness of its essence
A cleansing, purifying force
Truth dripped wet
A powerful, unstoppable source

In its wake, it leaves clarity
And a sense of peace
For in truth, there is freedom
And a sweet release

So let it fall, let it flow
Let truth be set free
For in its purest form
Lies the beauty of honesty.

Forever Intertwined

In the stillness, I found clarity
And saw how our souls intertwine
No matter how far I try to flee
You will always be a part of mine

The distance may create a divide
But our connection remains strong
I can never truly run and hide
From the bond that has lasted long

So I surrender to the truth
That we are forever intertwined
No matter the distance or proof
You will always be on my mind

I needed to step away to see
The depth of our connection’s allure
And now I know, you’ll always be
A part of me, forever and evermore.

© vishaldutia

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Truth In Your Debt #Poetry

The deeper you dig
the simpler it gets
Each question supplanted
—the truth in your debt

©VishalDutia

“Truth and Lies”

To say I adore you…
Would be an understatement…
To say I love you…
Would be to put it mildly…
To say you love me…
It would be a lie…
And to say I will someday forget you…
An even bigger lie…
I’ll stop lying to myself…
I will never forget you…
I will never stop loving you…
What is the point of lying to myself?…
I will never be able to love another woman…
And that is the truth…

©VishalDutia

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The words so often are enough

I hang myself from your every word,
swinging beneath the phrases as you
spit your truth,

molding it with your hands into
poetry.

Suffering death after death as I read you.
The facade crumbling as those words
seep deeply into me.
Teaching that I am my own
worst enemy.

Longing for those same hands to etch
your poetry across my body.
Left aching and hard, hoping you glimpse
a softer soul within me.

If only I could pour my words upon yours,
creating by way of some mystical
incantation,

flesh intertwined, blooming flowers
of pleasure, watered by desire,
shining brighter than the sun.

I would.

Still, I walk the razor’s edge of forever
but a stones throw away from never.

I would leap from it all
and cast myself to the abyss
if but for a chance to land in your…

Poetry.

©VishalDutia

The truth of life

That’s The truth of life
Life moves on
When we want to hold on
People gets busy
Lost in work
Meet new people
with locked memories
in heart
comes in form of tears
in darkness of nights

The Truth

I want to love and be loved too
that’s more than I can ask of you

I want you to care about me
and make me your priority

maybe I can’t find the words
maybe it’s more than I deserve

but all the silence in the world
won’t hide my eyes
that tell the truth

©VishalDutia

Trust and Believe

Trusting that you are on the right path
Even if that path takes a different turn
Trust in the direction; you will always learn
Following your heart
Living for your dream
Trusting yourself and just
BELIEVE!

©VishalDutia

My Hero

He was always there for me
He was my hero
He never let me down
He seemed immortal
He never walked away
He was my hero

He used to take my hand
He always listened
He inspired me to always try
He was intelligent
He was curious about the world
He was my hero

He taught me about life
He was kind and giving
He was a righteous person
He was my hero

He loved to laugh
He always took care of me
He was strong and handsome
He was my hero

He taught me right from wrong
He had integrity
He was a truth teller
He was my hero

He stood in the light
He was my hero

He was my father

©VishalDutia

The ocean of reality #Poetrt

The Ocean has no conscience,
no judgment, joy, or hate

She dances with you to her beat
in stirring waves of fate

With reverence you may enter
all blessings on the day

But just one slip and she reminds
what ancient mariners say…

“Red sky at morning, sailors take warning
red sky at night, sailors delight”

Her message best taken when early to bed
life in the balance, her power to dread.

© VishalDutia

Turning #Poetry

Once we are together
To understand the truth
In every side the book we read
The pages unfold forever.

– VishalDutia

I Wanted #Poetry

I wanted to write books
But the words wouldn’t come
So I put down my pen to sleep

I wanted to say something
But whatever I said
Had been said long before me

I wanted life to be fun
But I lost track of time
As money became the key

I wanted to find love
I thought that I would
But that hasn’t worked out for me.

(Some truths I regret)

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I Wanted #Poetry

I wanted to write books
But the words wouldn’t come
So I put down my pen to sleep

I wanted to say something
But whatever I said
Had been said long before me

I wanted life to be fun
But I lost track of time
As money became the key

I wanted to find love
I thought that I would
But that hasn’t worked out for me.

(Some truths I regret)

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It’s in my bones

It’s in my bones
Don’t apologize for it
Don’t blame yourself for it
Don’t think it’s your words
It’s my words
It’s my thoughts
It’s my truths
In my bones.

A Women

A women whose life
isn’t surrounded by
a lie anymoret
is worth everything,

A women who masters
the courage to bring
the truth to light,
deserves a man’s
understanding.

Stories

One story
A hundred pages
A different chapter
Within each page
I flip and flip and flip
So many beginnings
The truth is to be found
In one page
It seems to have disappeared…

Such A Simple Truth

Those who know
the meaning of ‘not yet’
will wisdom acquire
and not live life in regret.

The Believers

Don’t believe everything
you hear.
People are being
brainwashed
by the tellers
of tales.
History teaches us
“if a lie is repeated
often enough,
people will believe it.”
Let us have
ears to hear,
and eyes that see.
May our ears  and eyes
be open
to the truth.
Not just the tellers
words,
but provable facts.
We must each make an honest
search
for the truth.
Don’t
let someone else
do your
thinking
for
you.
May we all
wake
up.

Silence is Golden #Musings

A Silent Lioness 

Holds the Power

To Creeps the Shit out of

100 Barking Dogs.

(P.s. Don’t underestimate her Silence into weakness,there is something About A Woman with a Loud Mind that sits in silence, smiling knowing she can crush you with the truth.)

 

 

Shawdows #Poetry

My greatest enemy
was my arbitrary shadows
into
my
that
mind
crept
and reminded me just who I am
and even more so
who I am not
my greatest affliction
was my own self
my own knowledge
of the spoken lies
and the unspoken truth
and everything in between.

Love Is Naked Truth

I may not get nude before your eyes
But I am totally naked before your soul
Sharing one heart, one beat under one sky
Love is the naked truth, our one common goal.

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© 2018. Vishal Dutia. All Rights Reserved.

The Sad Truth #Poetry

Unknowable but present #Musing

all the time eyes search,
for that one, absolute, truth;
unknown, but right here!

All Is Truth. #Poetry

O me, man of slack faith so long!
Standing aloof–denying portions so long;
Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth;
Discovering to-day there is no lie, or form of lie, and can be none, but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon itself,
Or as any law of the earth, or any natural production of the earth does.

(This is curious, and may not be realized immediately–But it must be realized;
I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,
And that the universe does.)

Where has fail’d a perfect return, indifferent of lies or the truth?
Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? or in the spirit of man? or in the meat and blood?

Meditating among liars, and retreating sternly into myself, I see
that there are really no liars or lies after all,
And that nothing fails its perfect return–And that what are called lies are perfect returns,
And that each thing exactly represents itself, and what has preceded it,
And that the truth includes all, and is compact, just as much as space is compact,
And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth–but that all is truth without exception;
And henceforth I will go celebrate anything I see or am,
And sing and laugh, and deny nothing.

“Question like a child, reason like an adult, and write like a sage.” ― Criss Jami, Healology

“Question like a child, reason like an adult, and write like a sage.”
― Criss Jami, Healology