Wont I Or Will I Lie ?

It is beyond the confines of Man and Mind
It is beyond the existence of human conscience.

When i write ,I write with an Intention to lie
I write for people would read,understand and appreciate
and hence i lie.

I search for words,i compile my poem,I ponder would they
Understand and i change,i refine and i lie.

I write with mask of an Intellect,though the real truth
is unknown to me and i lie.

I stretch my mind,encouraging for a flow
for the flow of thoughts and words
For my intent is to make others to appreciate and row.

And i know i lie.

Is it the Jugglery of words or is it about abstraction
But i still write ,for i am afraid of breaking the ground rules,

I want people to applaud ,take me into their fold
and i know i lie.

I resist from reading back.
To puff my chest,to pat my back
"for how creative i am"
But my real conscience says i lie.

I sell myself ,my virtues
I know some buy ,some don't
for those who buy
to them i know i lie.

Sometimes somethings are best left unknown
Sometimes there are no answers
Only questions and Just because they want answers
I wont lie!!!

Roared

Here is a story of a Lion
who once feared,laughed,roared,loved,fathered,mourned and died.

Born to ferocious parents,at an early age he learnt
of his prowess.

Mother taught him to prowl
father taught him to wait,watch and prowl.

Friends regarded him with respect,knew he was the only one
and his skill couldn't be perfected.

Others bowed ,knew he was a king in making
qualities in him from the birth were sowed.

Enemies plotted and evils lurked,
he knew ,guessed, laughed and wondered
did it really matter.

He redefined his territory ,uncles helped
parents nodded ,was he arriving of age,
they said he was a greater king in making,
bedazzled were they with his speed.

Look what a style it is
have you seen like him in years,
ambitions were like immortality,
strong was his thought and vision.

Graceful was his gait
females wooed and drooled.
He knew his worth and when the air riddled
with words "Hail The Almighty",intoxicated
was he.

Parents left ,he thanked them for
making him deft.
partner came along,solace and comfort
is what i give she said "lets move on".

Cubs arrived,he strived
mama taught that's what father do
for he needs to survive.
Keen were they in hearing him out,
he smiled in years when he saw them playing around.

Plotting grew,they knew it wouldnt
be long before he would be strewn.
Confidant warned him,pact was he
adamant on.

Preying were they behind the mountain,
conspiracy rolled ,stab him they said
he wouldnt survive.

Ferocious and bloody was the battle,
uncles died ,he mourned,
friends died ,he got torned and
when beloved died ,he cried.

He won the war,his children had
honed and he bowed asking to be left
for the territory was in safer hands.

Zombie was how others described him,
he moved as he feared none,not even his end.
As he closed his eyes,he reflected
he was a Lion who feared,laughed,roared,loved,fathered,mourned and died.