Ah, my Lord, what hate and strife! Is this why You gave us this life? Pardon me please, I know it’s not, But all of this does pain us a lot. One day perhaps You’ll redeem Us folks from the Primal Scream That’s torn our heart, maddened our mind, Down through generations of humankind. And then, on that most blessed day, When the Scream starts fading away, Trailing off into soft silence complete, Hate and strife’ll concede full defeat, When emerges the world's final result. Ah,

These poems that I write: How are they in Your sight? Do You think that I should Carry on if they're any good? Or, do You insist that I cease? Do tell me Your opinion please.   Penning poems I love to do, (Though read by very few), I’m no great poet, that I know, I've still a very long way to go. I don’t have grand literary skill, Please make me do as You will. Why not You write my poems on my behalf As if You’re AI! At that let’s together laugh!

We all come here through a mother’s womb, Then hurriedly rush towards a waiting tomb. From birth to death oh how fast we speed! Strange’s both beginning and end indeed!   She brought me here, then away she went, To where it was decreed that she be sent. I’ll follow her now, soon will come my turn, From where she brought me to then return: Into The Mother from whom we all came, For all beings here, this fate’s the same!

You set what’s to be each person’s fate: Some to be obscure, others to be great, Some who’ll bask in splendid glory, Some whose life’ll be a sordid story, Some who’ll here top heights attain, Some who anonymous must remain, Some who’ll earn name and fame, Some who’ll be bereft of all acclaim, Some to mediocrity You’ll confine, Some leading roles You’ll assign, Some who’ll ‘big’ things achieve, Some who silently from here’ll leave. Oh how busy this work keeps You: So many folk

Whom can I believe, whom can I trust? On the face a smile, in the heart disgust. Their ‘great love’ they so loudly declare, But I just can’t say if they really do care.   What pain I’ve endured these years here, Gut-wrenching torment, maddening fear, From those whom I innocently believed, I never imagined I’d be so badly deceived.   Not even in the ‘nearest’ have I now faith in (Though you might declare this a grave sin), For, life’s knocks have led me this to know: An ogre c

Do you think I’m so supine That I’ll allow you to define My ‘identity’, as you term it, As if I must obey your writ? How foolish can you be, I ask, Presuming that it is your task To tell me who and what I am. I won’t fall prey to your scam. From all your labels I am free. So what if you don't agree? For me the identities you invent I refuse to give them my consent.

You do the deeds we say we do. Imagining we’re other than You, Doers of deeds we think we are, Victims all of a delusion bizarre. We’re You, and through us You do Various deeds that You want to. Alone You do, for who else could? This fact is but by few understood. Who are we but You in our guise (Though this truth but few realise)? This being so, the deeds we perform Are by You done assuming our form. Deeds that get done, all You do, 'Good', 'neutral', even 'evil' too. We thi

Where we'll take birth You decide, To us Your logic You don’t confide. Who while here which parents will get, And where on Earth they’ll them beget, Our class, religion, gender and race, Nationality, ethnicity and look of face, These factors that play such a big role In shaping our life’s course as a whole, Over them no control do we possess. That You decide them shall I confess? The genes we inherit You also decree, In this matter, too, we just aren’t free. Hence, I'm led no

Do we come to a firm, final end When we arrive at death’s bend? Does the ‘I’ we think is now alive Still remain and somehow survive, Or is it then exposed, at last revealed, To’ve been a myth that was concealed, A non-entity most precious we thought Proven now to’ve been a mere naught And on death being shown only to be A shadow that appeared as you and me, Characters populating a fleeting dream: Non-existent, yet how real they seem!?

In the morning as you get out of bed The thought whirls about in your head: “What all things have I today to do?” Well, you’ll do just...

They said I’d find You in a book, So, that’s where I began to look. Long years in this way I spent, Over fat tomes for hours bent.   In...

Did You say these words in my mind, Or maybe something of similar kind: “I am Time, and Timelessness, too. All deeds in the world it’s I who do. All events occur only when I decree, Only then is it that they come to be. They happen when I rule they should (Without this, they just never would). I time them at the moment exact, When each event I Myself enact. Whenever’s the time I deem fit, That’s just when I Myself do it.”?

You ask me, ‘Are you woman or man?’ I say, ‘Guess, my dear, try if you can!’ A gender to me you so want to assign, But why by any should...

Oh the illusion of form and name! Wherever you go it’s just the same. These two they take to be so real, While, in fact, they’re only...

Oh how great was the fall, Perhaps You devised it all. And great too was the rise, That came as a big surprise. Was all this by You...

They say that we must surrender Unto You, ourselves fully render, And accept whatever's Your will, Keeping our own will firmly still.  ...

I’ll let the mask to fall, Knowing that, after all, Even if nice it appears, It won’t stop my fears, Nor manage to appease Those I seek...

Long years after, this I've found: By no ism must I ever be bound, And that I myself have no need Any ism at all to faithfully heed, For...

You decided to have Your way, Bringing us here, a while to stay, To each giving their roles to play, And soon after, taking them away.  ...

Are You with us, do You care, Concerned for how we fare, Holding us as we pass through Earth’s realm, decreed by You? Amidst such...