Friends for ever

I leave creating in vacuum,
From nothing,
To the powers unseen,
I burrow into
your hearts,
and steal the words,
to string a necklace
of pearls,
may be rough at the edges,
may not be a string golden,
but if you care to listen,
you will hear
a heart beating,
and a few words of thanks,
Thank you my friends,
for being my companion,
in this wonderful
Journey


A belated wish for Friendship Day. I did not have any idea till yesterday that a day existed for friends. To me, friends are forever. However, to my blogily, this journey would not have been possible without you. So here is a toast for you.

Faith, Creation and Creator

Rose is a rose
By any other name
Creator, not sanctioned by
One’s own faith
Why is not the same

Losing our faith
We stopped seeking
Finding solace in miracles
Allowing us to be fooled
By afterlife’s dreams

Lured by promise
Of redeeming our souls
Of a heaven unseen
We sold ourselves
Committing the original sin

Peddlers of faith
Conquered and plundered
In the name of the creator
Rained unspeakable destruction
Offer us salvation

Where did we go wrong
We all of different faith
Enjoy the same creation
But with daggers drawn
Defend our creator’s name

Manipulated by the unscrupulous
Mortgaging our brains
We dance, celebrating division
In our creator’s name
Who says creator not the same

Price of Lost Freedom

There is truth
Then there is absolute truth
In between is the murky world
Where science is harangued by charlatans
Evolution battles with creation
News gets bombarded by fake news
Power trumps common sense
And more often than not
Cream that rises to the top
Is nothing but scum that floats
Facts get tortured out of shape
Decency hides behind veils of political correctness
Courage gives way to party lines
Patriotism becomes a game
Humanity slaughtered at the altar of ambition
And somewhere the lies illude us all
When truth becomes the victim
Chaos and mayhem not far behind
Those who prefer to forget history
Will pay the price of lost freedom

God: Father, why not Mother

Why does God be father
And not mother
Does our quest
For an unknown creator
Rein in our imagination
That we can not fathom
When in reality
Mother carries the burden
Of creation
Our feeble mind
Glorifies a father figure
Neglecting the one
Who nourishes our life
And showers us with
Unquestioned love
From the time of conception
Through every step of life
Is it because
Those who created the
Image of a God
Distant from own creation
Influenced by fathers
Who kept a distance
From their lives

Defective Medium Called Religion

We hide our mistakes
And sometimes do hide
From our mistakes
But it seems to me
From own creation
Creator has hidden
Creation that is
Supposed to be based
On own beautiful image
Flawed and corrupted
May be the mirror
Was shattered
During the big bang
Creating multiple broken
Shattered images
Afraid to face
A failed creation
Creator hidden permanently
Behind a veil
Of dubious middlemen
And a defective medium
Called religion

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