A battle building within
Enforcing a war zone
With their spirit, their soul in
Simulating the sins unknown

Another person linked by mind
But they are what others define
As the sages of demonic kind
Of what they believe and refine

They say every human has a third eye
Located in the center of their forehead
But none to believe in the fact, why?
There is no evidence of such when people die

I guess it's the sixth and common sense
That is referred to as the third eye
Visually hidden but lays in the dense
A raider sense that acts like a spy

I keep away from such weird sages
As we all have a sense of awareness
It's good to read about them in pages
Then to be brainwashed to self unfairness...

©sim

When "Ayenik" the hermit  
Travelled towards the pilgrimage,
Heard he nothing except the praises
Of gods and other sages.

However, the praises got silent,
As he neared another townshire;
There, people were only talking,
Of money and their desire.

For the hand that writes this poem;
Every town and city marks its own;
Where materialities are famous,
And god is unknown!

©sim

I'd be a Prophet or Sage
if only my wisdom
(if I even have some)
was lined up with my age

a reflective Buddha I'd be
I'd be an enlightened one
shaded from the bright sun
meditating 'neath the Bodhi tree

might as well face it
I can't erase it

for me...

age came with no wisdom
that's why it's so lonesome
a Buddha I'll never be
even if I do sit under a tree!

I guess that's okay...
don't mean to be too silly
but  I don't want Buddha belly
it's bad enough anyway!