I hear

I hear a callingI feel it in my bonesThe voice of godsA prayer of sortsStories of dustForBodies of stone

The path

Even if I knew, I couldn’t beEven if I could, I wouldn’t beEven if I would, I still have to know I might walk, but I see no pathThere might be a path, but I can’t believeIf belief is the path, I dare not tread In response to her majesty Nawazish. Also, here’s my Instagram…

Random thoughts

Religion exploits people. How? By promising heaven and hell. We are instructed to believe in certain things and behave in certain ways, which upon questioning give us prefixed answers. One of them being “believe and you’ll know”. The sole aim of any religion seems to ignite faith. What we fail to see is it’s burning…

Help

“God helps those who help themselves” she said. Uh huh? Now why would I pray for god’s help if I could do it myself? (Now don’t you dare tell me praying or trying harder is helping myself. Y’know what I mean.)

Sins

Books ain’t holy, lies ain’t ugly, oh! Have I told you? The truth ain’t pretty. I’d look your god in the eye, I’m telling you, faith is a crime that’s petty. You think there’s life after life and no death in the afterlife; what do you look for? The end of darkness? A sign of…

Dear you

If I took your name, would it save me from shame? My sins laugh at me when I kneel and pray. When convictions suppress conscience, the only solace is faith. Tell me, what sanctifies you? I try to understand and fail. Sometimes, existence is belief and I choose to disbelieve. My wrong questions, their right…

Beginning.

I see tears. I know they’re fears fighting their way out of your eyes. You’re dazed by consciousness and caprices, choices and consequences, fate and expectations and desire for deliverance. I hear prayers in your cries, see the regret in your pain, hope hidden somewhere in the wrinkles on your head. Whatever path you take…

This darkness

I rubbed my finger against the wall and it turned black like my shadow, dense and opaque. Whatever I touched, wherever I went, obscured; all the light absorbed. Nothing emitted, nothing gets out. There are no roads, neither a path, not one direction yet I walk. The world bled red but why it did was…

!

For every time I said I don’t believe, Let me tell you, there was a time when I had nothing but that. You can only lose what you always had. What you don’t is what you won’t.

I’m just curious.

They say God created everything; the trees, water, mountains, creeks, insects, animals and hell, whatever that exists. A few days ago, I saw a dog and a cow sitting next to each other in peace. I wondered: Why the fuck aren’t they racist?? Why is it only us?? If god created them, to which religion…

What rules you?

There was a time when God inspired hope. Now, he’s nothing more than a scapegoat. This begs the question, who created whom?Because today, what rule us are neither God nor his teachings But religion, people and their preaching. I say, enough with the Tartuffery.

Hope.

The morning sky hides behind the night; a never ending wait For the knight in golden armour, hoping to be saved again; The flowers live on, oblivious to their unpredictable fate. The lands, so barren, await the long lost rain. Birds search for grain, predators yearn for prey; Answers abandon questions, The hopeless kneel and…

Thoughts.

We all have a strong desire to have a sense of belonging. Humans are social animals, we live in groups and a place here groups coexist is called a society. Belonging to a society is okay, being a part of community in a society is great too; identifying ourselves as a part of a group…

Just another conversation

“To travel the spiritual path, you must begin searching for a light within yourself. A desire to learn, a desire to conquer self. What I see in you is darkness; walk towards light. Embrace the reality, the world has more to offer. The lord has a lot in store for you. ” And he turned…

Assumptions on beliefs.

“you know too much and that led to your disbelief.” She said. I don’t know too much but I know enough to not believe in a supernatural, omniscient and omnipotent entity called god. Been a believer for twenty five years of my life without questioning, just nodding. There was a time when I frequented temples…

Is that you?

I still see you On the swing, laughing hard Moving slow When I look out the window; Could it be untrue? I notice the leaves that fall, Trees covered in snow, The older I grow; This wrinkly skin knows Your touch was that of God, Healing my soul, In the hot summer strolls.