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 3
Usman:
Okay. Have you ever experienced the feeling when you are in a train and every single person is staring at you for absolutely no reason.
Sai:
This one is called "A Stranger".
Eyes, those naked strange eyes,
Looking through me,
Peering through my clothes,
My Skin,
And my soul,
What is so new about me?
Is there something that you have been told?
With those eyes you have scrutinized me,
For what?
A reason that no one knows.
Stare as deep as you like,
For I know,
How hollow is your soul.
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Usman:
Hollow soul,
Your hallowed goal must be to seek salvation.
Will you enlighten yourself or be resigned to damnation?
Sai:
This one is called "The Reason".
The fear of being damned doesn't eat him,
A glass of wine would hardly please him,
Attaining salvation is something that he doesn't seek,
Lustful salivation is arousing him and getting him at his peak.
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Usman:
What Zenith can he reach, he of lowly mind?
He who can think naught but his daily grind.
A cycle he rides to work, a cycle his life become
More cruel rider than God he will not find.
Sai:
This one is called "Catharsis".
God the divine creator,
Created him too.
With those same hands,
and the same mud he was formed too.
He, now has become the leech of the society,
Nibbling and draining the blood and life of this lady,
Who is no less than a deity.
How is it fair?
To be raped and murdered by his grotesque stare.
Well, this makes me question,
Does the divine creator even care?
Aren't we your obedient puppets?
Simply put in a state of despair.
This too shall pass...
So have you told
Yes, M'Lord...
This too has passed.
Now, I'm standing at your door.
With torn clothes and broken bones.
Now would you weigh my sins,
With my ethical and moral wins?
And let me know if I'm welcomed in your mighty...
Splendid,
Magnificent,
Divine,
Abode.
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References:
Grind: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/grind.html
Hollow Soul: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/hollow-soul.html
