man of no religion

Man Of No Religion

I have been here for ages,

in the land where endless river merges.

The land which smells of death and gloom ,

river in which walking corpse have been entombed.

And where it all converges there is a mystic mist,

behind which lies land still unkissed .

A land from where music of life flows ,

mocking all the credos.

A music far different from what all we know ,

It has no meaning and it just flows.

A music which was incoherent to me amidst all the mourning,

And suddenly in this moment i can hear everything.

And in this moment i turn to myself,

to discover the lost of structure from which one identify himself.

And what is left is nothing but a "mystic mist",

which flows freely to kiss the land still unkissed.

who art thou?

Who Art Thou ? oh! almighty art thou there , in the endless sky or art thou there , in the timid wind which is your lyre. or in those jovial daffodils , which grows in the divine hills. The brook which babbles and laughs as mystically as thou. Art thou there in those trees , dancing in jubilation. or there in the nightinangle, singing in elation. Art thou responsible to make us weep. Throw us into a sea full of sorrow and grief . Art thou just an imagination or fear? or can we chant you into ourselves , by living righteously. Art thou a dancing divine power? Who art thou?

5/16/09

by Aditya Goel

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