"We can’t meet now, I don’t know why. But some day our questions will be answers and we’ll be caught in something so bright...and every step I take is one step closer on a bridge we must cross to meet.”
An atheist
he was sure
that god did not exist
he racked his brain
to prove his train...
he went to the shrine
to prove god is vain
came home for supper
heard his child whisper
"who made the pot pop
if not a potter?
who made the world pop
if not our creator?"
closed his ears
went for a walk
saw the sunset
watched it hard.
gazed at the sea
looked at the waves
wind or storm
nothing can harm
would an inch raise
or an inch down?
-But I know for sure
God does not exist
heard a song
on praise of soul
if the soul leaves
the person is no more...
how did we come?
where do we go?
-But I know for sure
God does not exist
why do we rejoice a birth?
why do we lament a death?
can't we live as we can?
with no restrictions or conditions?
he went askew
his friend came to his rescue
"what's it my friend?
which haunts you day and night?"
why do people behave like fools
claiming a thing which is not there for sure?
"can you see the breeze or light?
does that mean it's not alive?
certain things can be seen
certain things can be felt
certain things can be heard
certain can be smelt"
whatever you say my friend
does not make sense
I still believe that God
is absent...
Oh! my pal
I pray my god 10 minutes a day
and forget him for the rest of the day
But you, my dear! you think of god
24x7 with no diversions at all....
It was a sunny morning when I started to walk on a sandy beach that glittered hard. I stepped in, the sand so cool gently tickled and sucked my toes
the warmth of the sun, enveloped me wrapped like a blanket, securing me my eyes glued to the sea the golden sand and sparkling sea nature's brush on its magic spree myriad of colours stroked with glee
life is beautiful, worth indeed a look at the sea and I forgot my miseries took a step and sat on my knee more strokes, more hues, now the colour a deep silver grey her bristles had worked with warmth and gay.
A catamaran seen bobbing high, fishermen hollering and whistling by. Oh! the sun, the sea, the breeze and the boat, the sand still crisp under my toe such a beauty i had never seen in all the years I had lived between.
a silvery crab, strutting on its leg a fashion show for his beloved impressed by the show she danced across they looked so happy as they walked along.
warm breeze blowing by making the palm sway to its right gulls started to sing their song as waves opted to play along giant waves hiding their small ones like that of a kangaroo safeguarding her young ones.
I could feel the waves lapping at my feet gently dragging and calling to me I started to converse with the beautiful sea her shells and corals teamed with me
the touch of the wind the touch of the sun the touch of the waves all silky ones craved for my touch cared for my heart soothed my ruffled feelings strayed my pains off. nature and I in perfect harmony as I strolled on a sunny morning....
brazing the snow I started to climb step by step..... deep impressions made on the powdered snow cold wind hauling more snow numbness.... not caring if I will make it to the top nothing waits just a barren hill with no shelter pine trees covered with snow needles pricking my sole chill invading my bones pin pricks, sign of numbness feeling no pain want to sleep I laid down cold wind hauling more snow covering me with powdered snow no fear, just tired want to sleep the numb heart....
Safe in my harbor docked with you felt assured my heart was safe with you
My turn came to take the crew time to part from the dock and you... looked at you sideways but was forced to steer away.
Thought you would lift your hands and stop me from sailing by thought you would rush to me riding past the rough waves...
Felt your pain as you tried to break away your agonised look when the ropes didn't give away you grimaced and I felt the tremor in you as I took every step away from you.
Not so sure when we would meet again We would if the storms are kind I will brave the winds and the storms to rush to your side as soon as i can...
Wishing for another crew who would sail you on the same route. Yet what we could do except wait and wish.
The wait is inevitable The wait is frustrating The wait is intolerable The wait chokes me...
Wish we're merged on our sides that way we can move side by side Be it morning, be it night life would be fun with you be my side.
sunbathing on a sunny day fighting the waves on a stormy day not caring if the sun dries us or when the rain soaks us or when the wind tosses us
Together we will stand proud like a flag at full mast fluttering with joy Gulls bellowing by....
Wish we're merged on our sides that way we can move side by side Be it morning, be it night life would be fun with you be my side.
