Category Archives: Religion

Like a Butterfly

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Flying like a butterfly in all emotions
Upon the waves of fragrance
Of untouched flowers
In the worlds of worries and wisdom
In the dreams of night and day
Flapping my colourful wings
Availing His mercifulness, care and love-
Believing His promises and blessings
Under His huge blue canopy;
O I land lightly only on the pillows of velvet petals
But they can’t see the impressions of my feet
Let this earth be hard beneath my sole,
Let me tell you that I am there to wait
The life there is behind the death’s veil
We perish here and the tears don’t fall!

God’s Appeal

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Streams of blood on the street,
The crimson color of blood is paler than the rage of a beast.
And who is this beast? you may wonder,
It’s the human being – Gods biggest blunder.
A boom of a bomb, a swish of the sword and then a deafening scream
This is all it took to end a mother’s dream.

‘You kill and destroy my creation’ says God,
‘Why are you so intolerant? You are all peas of the same pod.’
You kill each other because you think, “my God is greater than yours”?
You nincompoop I am the same God in different forms.

Fight not for me, instead take care of my creation
Seek the righteous path to show your devotion.

Fight pollution, corruption, poverty and disease
Let there be happiness prosperity and peace.

Who is He

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Is He a male
Or is He a female
Is He from others
Who is that

If He is a male
Is He a Black or
Is He a White
May I Know, which is His race

If He is White
Is He an American or
Is He an English
Which country He belongs, let me know

What will He speak and
Which language he prefers
Which media will He choose
Please let me know

Vedas have failed and
Upanishads have failed
Manthras have failed
To locate the His place

Temples and towers have lost His grace
They have turned as parks
He hides somewhere
If you see Him, please let me know

Religion

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The entire Buddhist monk’s life is but a preparation,
For his Death point or moment of separation.

The Jains have Santhara,
Quitting life consciously to join with the Paramatma.

Hindus go into Samadhi,
Where there is no Congress, BJP, Shiv Sena or Samajwadi.

The Christian merges with the holy spirit,
Peace, no more desperate.

The Sufi mystic to become one,
Dances, twirls, prays, trances to get the job done.

Aghora means illumined with Light,
Longing for Shiva in whom they delight.

Shamanism or the Art of Ecstacy,
The ultimate being one with the superentity,

There is no need to change your faith,
And on your old religion lay a wreath.

Religion…

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The entire Buddhist monk’s life is but a preparation,
For his Death point or moment of separation.

The Jains have santhara,
Quitting life consciously to join with the paramatma.

Hindus go into samadhi,
Where there is no Congress, BJP, Shiv Sena or Samajwadi.

The Christian merges with the holy spirit,
Peace, no more desperate.

The Sufi mystic to become one,
Dances, twirls, prays, trances to get the job done.

Aghora means illumined with Light,
Longing for Shiva in whom they delight.

Shamanism or the Art of Ecstacy,
The ultimate being one with the superentity,

There is no need to change your faith,
And on your old religion lay a wreath.

Lucifer’s Simulacrum

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His seed embedded deep in womb
Bares the evil forever present
Growing to a cacophony of sin
Ruling all from cradle to tomb

Marred by thee shadow he stands
Steady and dark
Razor slit pours poison on thy holy ground
Snow canopy and hungry wolves
He kisses thy ancient mark

Apple of sin killed Sodom, survived
Half eaten and rolling away
Struck the soul of his proud image
Roaring in triumph spreading wings of decay

For once was my sin
I repent everyday

Pleased with the millions that tremble with fear
Dark destinies lay scattered at his feet
Haunting lullaby fades to black
As grave diggers sleep

Blood stained snow lay silent and forlorn
Moon kissed with silver light
Waves of innocence hastens faith
To hear the death wish of the night

Blinded at birth by black claws of faith
He sways to the music of the ancient ones
Forever entombed in thy sacred mist
He killed for love killed all for one

Pain incessant throbs with fright
As medusas penance
Brings madness to the night
Thy touch severs all body binds
Chain breakers they take flight

Songs of servitude all eternity sings
Mistaken passion for enchantment divine
Total of all lives every remainder of the sum
We writhe forever in Lucifer’s Simulacrum

One and All

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They snatched our dear ones
Killed some in body
Murdered minds of some
Shall we kill them all?

The rose washed infant
Who smiles to our hearts
The many women
And men, peace loving
Striving to lead lives
Decently like us
They follow that faith
Will kill them for that?

Let crescent moon be coconut
Coat’s slice for ‘dhunuchi’ embers
Or burning oil filled clay diya,
Shoeflower for Goddess Kali
Be five cornered star at Eid night.
Straight we stand, arms outstretched for all
Lets be the cross on a church wall.

Searching at Dawn

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I rise early to catch
The scent of your passing in the garden
I join the warbling birds
To sing your glorious praises.

Let me spread the dew of my song
In the path of your anointed feet
To take the imprint of your foot steps
And kiss the holy ground.

Let the doors of my eyelids unfold
To catch a glimpse of your dawn
Like bees that seek nectar
I long for my heart’s lord.

Why is the dawn so long in breaking?
Why do the dark hours drag on?
My eager eyelids ache to behold
The first streaks of your glory.

Seeking at Dawn

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I rise early to catch
The scent of your passing in the garden
I join the warbling birds
To sing your glorious praises.

Let me spread the dew of my song
In the path of your anointed feet
To take the imprint of your footsteps
And kiss the holy ground.

Let the doors of my eyelids unfold
To capture a glimpse of your dawn
Like bees that seek nectar
I long for my heart’s Lord.

Why is the dawn so long in breaking?
Why do the dark hours drag on?
My eager eyelids ache to behold
The first streaks of your glory.

His Name

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His gentle and sweet name is our refuge
Anchored safe in the harbour of our life cage;
In His name there’s a lot of mercy
And only His name lets us free.

Let us cry out loudly His name
And let us not have fear or shame;
His name can make all of us one
And can bless us all under the sun.

His name lets us off the emotion
And leads all of us to His Nation;
His name brings in us a smile
That continues in us for a long while.

Let us pray, His name is hailed in this world
For He magnificently and perfectly created;
Let all of us together take His name to all
By listening and accepting His holy Call.

God made us to love

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God made man to love Him
To know Him and sing hymn;
He likes man to do His will;
To make His plans fulfill.

He died for our sake,
Shed His blood make us wake;
So, should we live humbly in His sight;
Sharing the job of His unfailing light.

He who doesn’t love is afflicted,
One who loves is really benefited;
So love makes one blessed,
So shall you be among gifted.

Trust not in earthly things,
Lest you bring many pangs;
Love others, and let love grow,
Be faithful in love you show.

Don’t disturb my Penance

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He wears that, you wear this
But for the person nothing is real
Why you two morons fight on this

You two are chemical balls
Breathing chemicals, eating biology and living physics
You two are from nothing and will never ever know anything
Why you two after all idiots of same class
Just eat, drink and die if not be merry
Just don’t fight on dress codes

Your noise is disturbing my sleep

You wear this, he wears that
Whatever you wear, you two still are morons

How much can he…

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He paints the clouds that drift on by
He can hang the stars on high;
He does send the sun light across the sky
And how much can He do to you and me?

He opens the doors of the Heaven to give rain
He can take off everyone’s heart pain;
He does everything for us to gain
And how much can He do to you and me?

He sends the storm through the space
He can even change the mountain’s face;
He does the birds and animals way trace
And how much can He do to you and me?

He counts our hairs or the birds that sing,
He can control the universe that does swing;
He does many a great and little thing
And how much can He do to you and me?

Growing More In Faith

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The sea is calm, no worries seen
But then the clouds, Satan’s keen;
My boat is tossed and thrown out
As I did rely on myself, I begin to doubt.

All the trials took away my smile
As a result I’ve to row extra mile;
I’ve driven all through hate and pain
Through devious lies, and heavy rain.

Then occurred the thought of growing more,
Growing more in faith in One who opens the door;
Eventually all the pain left as it came
Clouds cleared and the life is not the same.

I think, the test I get is to feel His touch,
Keeping faith in Him who gave so much;
Next, when I’m down and out, much to bear,
He would clear the clouds shining there.