August 25, 2019

Noise


















If he dies young,he had a great future,
If he lives long,they hope he dies soon.
If he spends less,he is stingy,
If he spends more,he's obviously showing off.

If he travels less,he's a frog in the well,
If he travels more, he's a nomad.
If he mixes with people, he's a social animal,
If he lives alone, of course he's ostracised.

If he smiles at everyone,he's creepy,

If he frowns, he's grumpy.
If he looks you in the eye, he's gaping,
If he looks away, he's shifty.

If he talks less, he's arrogant,

If he talks more, he's over confident,
If he sits still, he's must be scared,
If he moves around, he's restless.

If he speaks loudly, he's brash,

If he whispers, he's shy.
If he is polite, he has no spine,
If he demands, he's a dictator.

If he dresses as he chooses, he's a rebel,

If he follows norm, he's boring.
If he has a preference, his orientation is wrong,
If he remains in the closet, he's a hypocrite.

If he has morality, he's prude.

If he is liberated, he's certainly promiscuous.
If he chose tradition, he's old,
If he chose modernism, he's an upstart.

If he believes in his God, he is a fanatic.

If he renounces religion, he is a traitor.
If he has no God, he'd rather die,
If this is truth, he'd rather lie.



Who do you listen to
and who do you ignore,
where do you stay
and where will you explore?




Gyanban Thoughts : We live in a diverse world, a world of opposites.It creates noise.We contradict every aspect of our existence. But if we didn't, would it be a better place? An assembly line is not what life should be, yet the chaos of differences brings unrest.Being peaceful and co-existence is key, the question is how? How do we quieten the noise and be happy? What can we do to make the world a better place? I read a poem a long time ago by Carol, and these lines are inspired by them.








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