A Battle for Truth

My Post-7

A gleaming sword made from truth,
Lies hidden in ravaged lands.
A single blow to the fiercest foe,
Crumbles the vanquished into shifting sands.

Warriors arrive from realms afar,
A mad scour for this mythical blade.
Their eyes doused with the frenzy within,
The light of reason has started to fade.

Wary of the crazed,
I tread these bloodied lands.
My shield luminous with courage,
My destiny steady in my hands.

The Gods of power frown upon my march,
For theirs isn’t the counsel I seek.
My hunt for the sword continuous,
But my motives aren’t so bleak.
Only a drink of truth is what I look for,
And the wisdom it may speak.

 

Vaibhav

Worlds Apart

My Post-4

We all share a world,
And yet sometimes we’re worlds apart.
Have similar eyes,
Yet some perspectives worlds apart.
Speak the same tongue,
Yet some words worlds apart.

How often do we recognize,
These worlds apart from our own?
How often try to understand a life,
Lived differently from ours?
How brave are we,
To smile at unfamiliar sights?
And how different would this world be,
If our worlds truly saw each other?

 

Vaibhav