RELIGION- JUST CONFUSION

Thousands kneel by monasteries,

Thousands by temple’s festooned gods,

Thousands in church and halls akin,

Yet there thousands nowhere pleased,

MINE and YOURS; thus most acclaim,

Juvenile nerves, from birth till decay

Divine naught- wisdom for passing mankind

One bosom man, my close comrade,

Yet heavens odd, our conscience praised,

And from his own holy murmur mixed,

Generous blood; one life he spared,

Gushing then all as on familial trail,

My waning cells rejoiced thus,

Nothing newer I felt though,

No novel games, resurrection did borne-

Same chants flowed again,

Lips playing vibrant, with old cultured songs

Moments of ceaseless mind tugged long,

Holding air pronged base of fig, semi lost

Watching silent valley below, and bills,

Swimming in depth of long illusion,

“Where were his holy nurtured songs lodged?”

Within trance of sleepy wakeful watch,

Feeble numbness crept in, a short blissful nap

I dreamt one fairy, pointing high,

Virgin worlds, some distance far,

Keen nerves followed, mesmerized,

Shadow through a dazzling doorway,

He sublimed within faint diminishing trail,

I heard then corners, echoing soft laugh,

Laughter around, then everywhere,

Ere my quest sought their wisest truth,

Whispered some near me, a playful song-

“Here see the heavens aloof built,

All for dumb and blind innate,

Neither had they seen their god’s throne,

Nor heard one praying divine song,

Perceived did they all same and one,

Thus, their heavens separate built”

My eyes caught some heavens more,

Worlds built, some with three eyed men,

Some lives endured veins’ azure flow,

Amongst those charming world strewn-

Tug of War played betwixt some,

Whispered again, a narrow voice-

“For Buds from faithful lovers who coiled,

Since they were nurtured by different faith,

Thus their infants middle born”

Next to my last amazement,

Strange gods preached me, their secret songs

None praising my acquaintance,

So I yelled loud, with startled eyes,

But to find hung where before,

Neath old moss-cloaked shady tree,

It was hours since, long shadow proved,

By distance front, my full length,

An old man aloof, standing faint,

Through no assured gift of time,

Poured with smile, his ripened truth

“Don’t err you confused earth-fed man,

To whole world what you saw within,

All were but figure of illusion,

For never meaning exists two,

When life on earth all bears one,

And heavens reside within self,

Else, trace fathers of distant past,

Who dwelt in caves, or awning woods,

Though felt naught their culture hoist,

Yet unknown, unseen in the light of nerves,

Their wisdom kindled as single truth.

Thus own not, pride for custom borne,

Or nurture not, pride for multitude served,

But with deepened faithful mind,

Pursue peace, and heaven thus rule”

Thence, he passed through effervescent sand,

Marching swift with faint fading steps,

And rising towards rainbow afar,

He vanished within crimson western rays!