A Conversation: Part 12
Usman:
Five times today I bowed my head
Speaking the words Muhammad once said
I felt cleansed, elevated, approaching salvation
And then Nietzsche told me God is dead
Sai:
This one is called "For Once..."
For once,
Let's forget the definition of god.
Let's imagine that he didn't exist at all.
Now think...
How would the world have evolved?
How would the species have been created?
And, how would they have sprawled?
Is it difficult to imagine?
A world without its creator,
Man without its curator,
A long and lonely road without its navigator,
One without its ethical and moral indicator.
Why is it necessary to have that faith?
To believe only in one thing and doubt the other...
Is it possible that this is just an illusion?
A story that was woven,
On the basis of facts that were proven,
By ancient scholars,
Through the means of thorough observation.
Maybe their main intention was to gain order over chaos,
To teach us how to attain peace,
And how to get over loss.
To paint a mystical picture,
And create a method,
That would discipline the people,
And unite them,
To thank and be faithful,
To their "Creator - The sole initiator"...
They say that nothing can exist without a creator...
But what if, the creator is its own creator.
Which is nothing but,
A collision of matter with antimatter,
Which lead to the birth of evolution,
Through its splatter.
Now,
The explanation of this won't matter.
For some of us have chosen faith,
While some of us have faith in scientific methods.
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Reference:
Revelation: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/06/revelation.html
A Conversation: Part 6
Usman:
Opiates, religion or just plain lies
Any port in a storm if a child cries
But if these ports continue to be trusted
The child remains a child until the day he dies
Sai:
This one is called "Speculation".
An addiction,
That makes you a victim.
A condition,
That either rips you apart,
Or binds you closely to tradition.
A relation,
That makes you forget all your past connections.
Is this love?
Or some sort of possession?
Maybe a divine intervention?
Who knows...
Whatever maybe the cause of it.
Does it really matter,
To know the start of it?
Ah, let them be...
Who are we to demarcate?
As long as they accept,
The impact of their actions,
And see the ripples of their fate.
Until then,
We can only speculate.
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Reference:
A Child is Crying: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/a-child-is-crying.html
A Conversation: Part 4
Usman:
Heaven is merely an illusory veil
Created for those minds that fail
To accept the cruelty that is life
And thus for salvation desperately flail.
Sai:
This one is called "My Addiction".
The veil that I have put on,
Is the symbol of my purity.
A fragile shield,
To protect my dignity.
You may think...
My method is faulty,
Which keeps me away from the reality.
But, what if...
It's my mental drip,
Prescribed to me and injected in me,
So that I can get a grip,
And face the mind-wrecking trip of the reality.
For you it maybe opium,
For me it's my religion.
As you say...
A perpetual state of oblivion,
A perfect sign of escapism.
So now try to distinguish this,
As we both know,
What does the trick.
From one junkie to another.
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Reference:
The Veil: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/the-veil.html
