Sunday, December 13

Deep Gray Angst

Your eyes get clouded
With deep gray angst
And your smile appears that tries to hide
Your efforts of control
Beaded black eyes
And pink colored smile
Only you can make it happen
Anger that rises ounce by ounce
Hidden beneath a smile that melts away heat
What a beautiful contrast - Yet so deadly
A look to kill
A look to destroy
A look to say it all
Black beads stay stagnant
Pink curves keep changing
A look so intense
A look so wondrous
A look that tears down all
Clouds, I never knew could be so intense
Beauty of black ocean

With hint of pink has slaughtered all

Saturday, February 21


I never had faith in my own prayers but in others. I would ask people around me or my family to pray for me. Anyone who visited God places, I requested them to pray for me. But somehow I never prayed. I spoke to him directly. If that's how prayers work, mine did. I never knew why prayers worked a certain way and why not the other way.

God is in your heart, I was groomed to believe that. If so, then why is there the need to specifically arrange for prayers in a certain way. Why can't we simply talk to him and convey our regards or put forward our requests? Why is the need for aarti or namaaz.

If he wanted us to pray in a particular way, why not instill the same in every individual. Why different ways? If they are not designed to make sense then why people around us ensure that the praying tradition is embedded in our genes?

I believe there is no answer to that. Someday when I meet God for my final judgment, I will ask Him. Till then I will wait and pray the way I believe in them and not the way anyone teaches me.