TRUTH (Tongue-in-Cheek)—By Dr Jernail S Aanand. Commentary by Sushil Goyal

TRUTH (Tongue-in-Cheek)—By Jernail S Aanand

 

Those who can speak nonstop and loudly

Whom you find always addressing

An invisible crowd

Are messengers of some Alternate faith

Which believes in a lower god,

Not necessarily on the side of Truth.

 

One great characteristic of truth

Is that  it stays behind

And never picks up the mike

To blare itself out.

People discover it lying concealed

It’s hands cuffed and mouth stuffed

In a dark dungeon.

 

Truth hides its face

From others

As its face is pockmarked

And wounded here and there

Whenever she opened her mouth

She was attacked with

Naked  weapons

And forced back into her dingy abode

 

Truth is beauty is a daytime reverie

And beauty truth is

A tissue of lies.

Truth is Hemlock, ask Socrates

Truth is a revolt against judgement

Those who stuck to truth

Had a feud with ‘wisdom’

Which we carry in our hearts.

 

Final thing is not truth, pardon,

The final thing for a man is

To survive,

And there is no survival

In the absence of compromise

I think of this as Livtorian Compromise*

Which stipulates that you must hold up truth, Only so long as it does not bring your down.

 

Objective truth cannot be compromised

But we can alter our personal truth

Which is protean in nature

To suit every occasion,

Learn to save the situation

Lies and mischief

Everything is passe, I believe

If you can save yourself somehow and survive.

(We all know about Victorian Compromise

The compromise for survival is here called

Livtorian Compromise)

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(Inspired by J S Aanand’s poem, TRUTH, Sushil Goyal attempted the Following lines.) 

 

Survival instinct takes precedence over all ethics or philosophies:  

By Sushil Goyal from Ahmedgarh Mandi

 

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When darkness descends and the air becomes thin,

Our chests’ primordial drum beats loudly.

No moral code, creed, or treatise

can quiet the raging terror storm.

 

When predators or famine take control,

The need bends reason, and the mind withdraws.

The sacred vows of a starving hand are forgotten.

and unconsciously takes what it needs to survive.

 

No lofty word from the gilded hall of wisdom

can stifle the desire to breathe again.

Although philosophy aims to frame the soul,

but falls short of the simple call to action.

 

When weighing its prey, the lion does not stop.

No sparrows stop flying in midair to talk

Escape ethics. Survival is paramount—

The ancient tyrant is seated in our bones.

 

Our balance is therefore precarious.

Between the higher planes of the mind and the body.