Thou, the time is vast.
What's gone won't come back.
Life is bright—or so it seems so.
What about the truth you can't see?
Just like the particles we are made of,
The truth has been concealed,
By the false light of life.
The facade of all happiness,
The wish of living forever—
This seems all good till u face an immortal.
That's the point of singularity.
That's when every thought becomes one.
Both sides of the coin can be seen.
What's hidden from eyes can be seen.
The truth starts to come up.
Standing face to face, you realize:
Life... ahh... life, all a lie.
These beautiful lies blinded me throughout my life.
The wish of everlasting—I guess everyone is dumb once.
Now that it's all clear,
I wait for the end.
Maybe it's too close or too far.
Just like everything in this universe:
What you can see can't be reached.
What you can reach can't be touched.
Now I wait... and I wait... and will keep waiting
To meet the one who never lied.
My true friend—
The one who was always shown as darkness.
But in darkness, I found truth.
Now I wait for you, my friend.
What's taking you so long?
This life has been too cruel.
I am sorry that I despised you.
And it's your right not to come to me.
But I apologize—I was blinded.
I was blinded by the lies of this false world.
I sit at the edge of a cliff, remembering my past.
The life—or should I say, lies—are all over.
Now I await you.
And when death comes, I will say:
"What took you so long, sire?"
#False Light, True End
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Your poem hit deep. It feels like a conversation with truth itself raw, reflective, and painfully honest. I loved how you took something as dark as death and turned it into a symbol of clarity and peace. The last line gave me chills. Beautiful work.
@gaunt kindle
Thanks for this wonderful comment. I am glad to be able to express what I feel. And that you were able to understand it
A living soul knows the value of his words
That's the beauty of it
But does the poet knows weather his soul is dead or alive
The soul has been dead for a while. But the body is alive. Soul craves the arrival of death. Body craves the lies of world
If the poet is aware of the death of his soul and its desire then the poet must also be aware of his own identity, his own theyself
The identity is lost, lost in the never ending facade of world. Trying to find the path to the truth and deep understanding of nature
I am not surprised to know that because not everyone knows what is thyself, you want find your lost identity but not your thyself
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One day you'll find your identity but I can't say that you'll find your thyself
Myself isn't supposed to be found, a meaningless useless self. The soul is what needs to reawakened but maybe it has found the purpose. Maybe meeting death is the goal
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@chrome talon
every soul will one day die for sure
but if you can't know you thyself
you can't see the god
what a pitiful life it is
what a pitiful person he is
who didn't rose him self to the level
to stare in the eyes of god asking about his future
The soul who foresaw the lies behind the cruelty tyrant of life
In the face of beauty and light
The facade it was able to foresee.
That soul is far above then what normal can even think to achieve.
Stand Infront of god to ask such question.
Nah... That right has to be begged to get from me
As I said young man and as you told, a dead soul can't understand what a living soul sees
But a soul dies when he knows what a living soul doesn't
Dead soul is dead it doesn't even dares to stand in front of a living soul
A living soul experiences different deaths of different type of souls, where as the dead soul only knows about the after life but the living soul doesn't care of the heavens and the hells, he craves to see the God itself
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A living soul can't comprehend what a dead soul can do.
The one who can stand Infront of death call it's friend rather than a foe. Is above all
God... A dead soul has accomplished the test of the god
Where the dead souls experiences punishment of hell and the rewards of heavens and calls death its friend. The living soul talks to God and loves him more then he last did and sees the death an obstetrical blocking the way to meet the God and to get its glance
3rd line: "so it seems so" is a lil wrong moi think
Maybe you don't understand. The concept of dead soul and living body.
Is someone that still suffers and fights with knowledge of far above anything living
I am not talking about the test I am talking about the true appearance of God his beauty, my soul doesn't care of the rest it craves to see the God in his true self
In what context
to whom are you saying this?
No one can finally see the beauty of god unless he accepts death as it's friend
Ohh ok
Death was never meant to be friends with it was made to scare of those who weren't loyal to him
Death was and always be a true friend.
Life is lie
Death is truth
Life will end yet shows it will never end
Death never lies
Thanks alot.
Franz Kafka or Nietzsche?
I am amazed that how you think as a dead soul
Prefer Kafka. But I like both
I maybe the odd one who thinks death as a friend and life a lie
I had a good experience with you
You read them?
Not properly but here and there random quotes and stuff
Same it was very good
others may think the same but they will not be found on discord but they would be sleeping as the sleep is the young sister of death
aaa that explains it, I assume that was the reason you were keeping up
I once made a joke.
Sleep is just death without premium. So you see adds aka dream and when trial period end you wake up xd
I myself had a lot of debates with me on this topic and come up to this conclusion
Nice to know
Do you self argue on your own philosophy?
Yeah whenever I come up with something new
I argue with my self every day
I remember a qoute of the poet of west
No one can beat you other than your own self
In every mind of a living thinker thoughts change if you don't change with them, then your not a human being but a stone
By Allama Iqbal
yes your right thats why it is worth it
Our national poet. He surely had a great way of philosophy
Just to beat you in this debate my last words "A dead soul can't cry because he already stopped feeling"
you from pakistan?
Yeah
Pari jaan
Muja laga koi anreez ka bacha ha
after knowing a man like Iqbal was you still let your soul be dead
Nah jani, Sirf angreez thodiy kar saktai hain yah sab
baat tu sai ha unma imman hi nhi
exmas ka result ki sunao
Maybe our philosophy may differ but the end is same. His philosophy was to awaken people. Mine is to show the truth
Sarkar Meri to uni hai
And I just want to see Allah and then keep seeing it until the after life also hits its end
Well, that's only achievable when u are happy to meet death
In sab sai guzar jo Chuka houn
yes sir
I found a real dead soul in this server
never mind that
Haha facts