Is it a gift, or is it a curse: To be placed in the universe, Living here in this body’s form And to its demands to conform? Like a cage, in it we are housed: A blessing, or a curse pronounced? A cause to exult or to lament, To be to Earth in a body sent? What can we say, what can we tell, Of this in the world our brief spell, The short time that here we spend In this body which to us You lend?

May this new day we now face Be spent best, with Your grace. Each moment You please should Do through us, for our own good. The Sole Doer please agree to be, And do though us all ‘our’ activity, So that others think it’s us who do, While in fact this all’s done by You, You doing through us as You please, Till this day finally comes to cease.

A time in our life may one day come When our body a burden will become, And we will pine that it we could shed, That is to say, that we would drop dead. If that moment in our life may arrive, When here we can no longer be alive, You’ll arrange for it to be our turn For us to You at long last to return. Being freed from this body’s heavy load, To then live forever in our eternal abode, From there never again for us to leave, When from this body us You’ll relieve.

With trifles content, themselves they amuse, Their precious time see how they misuse, Not caring to know the purpose more high To spend their life here for before they die. The glitter and din, oh the frivolity sheer, As if life’s just some sort of pastime mere. If a word of guidance to them you may say, They’ll stoutly claim to be on the right way. They might even tell you not to interfere, And your wise counsel may refuse to hear. So, let them do just as they might wish, Ea

Claiming in God’s name to speak, It’s power and pelf that they seek, Making millions do just as they tell, Else, they say, they may burn in Hell, This crafty means that they employ, Robbing people of every trace of joy. Genocides, in which so many perish, Driven by beliefs these folks cherish, The product of the same crafty mind, A vile blot on the face of humankind.

Tell me, please, why waste your life In hate and war and foolish strife? At the end of it, what will you gain But deep anguish and searing pain And of negative deeds a heavy score, Other than these what else more? What we do, to us it returns, The same it is that one earns. The seeds of hate if one sows, Then from Earth when one goes, One’ll face the same in consequence, A painful fate as just recompense (So, as many wise people have said, Happens when such folks are dead).

Just because it was told of old In some books that they hold To be Your very own Word (From long past so they heard), They believe those foolish tales. When I think of it, my mind fails, These tales that simple logic deny And basic ethics so brazenly defy. Your gift of Reason they refuse, Commonsense they don’t use, Blindly to those tales they cling, Fervently believing in everything That those books of theirs relate. Ah Lord, what a truly sad state! I’m almost driven to fu

In Your world oh such hate! Will it, O Lord, ever dissipate, For all time will it evaporate? Or, is this decreed as Earth’s fate? I don't know what is the case, But this hate now please efface, And it with love please replace, So that Your Earth will become a place Where love abounds, with Your grace.

How to tame this foolish mind? The easiest way one can find This monkey-mind to defeat Is some Name of God to repeat. To suggest a better method I just can’t Than God’s Name to repeatedly chant.

Yourself you proclaim in words loud, Yourself you hail, so vain and proud, Yourself you think as the highest end, Yourself as Earth’s King you pretend. You think Earth’s your personal estate, In your madness, and driven by hate, As if in this world you are supreme, Wake up now from this devilish dream!

You are the words that from my lips flow, You are every place where I happen to go, You are the deeds through me are done, You are He whom I meet in everyone, You are the joy that I in silence feel, You are my heart’s anguished appeal, You are all I love, and also what I fear, You are all that I see and all that I hear, For You alone exist, none else can there be, So the wise say: this makes full sense to me.

If in every form it’s but You who appear, Whom can we hate, whom can we fear? If all beings are but You in garbs diverse, Whom can we bless, whom can we curse? If for every event that happens to occur To You as its Sole Doer we should refer, If it’s You who are behind every move, What can we like, and what disapprove? If this whole world is You made manifest, And we realise that's so, we pass the test, Knowing that it all is but You at Your play, We each play our part till

Evil parading in Religion’s guise, Concocted tales and just plain lies, Millions maimed, made to be dead, By vile teachings some folks are fed In the name of this or that ‘holy’ creed, Can one conceive of a more vile deed? All through history so it’s been done, In Religion’s name false stories spun, Causing misery, and on a vast scale, Awful evil that deluded people hail As some god’s will, or so they claim, The world over, it’s quite the same. If God exists, as I think H

They are at war, oh how they fight, Driven by hate, with all their might, Wreaking havoc, causing great pain, And at the end, what do they gain? Negative actions are what they earn, Which must to them one day return. All their madness shall only amount To boosting their heavy sins’ account. Each has to reap that which they sow: Would this truth they come to know!

Oh many billions You had sent, And back to You they all went. Back to You we, too, shall go, This one truth we must know. So it’s been happening, on and on, Ever since Your Creation’s dawn, With no pause it occurring thus, You doing as You please with us. A strange game, this seems to me, What but this can it possibly be? Some sport that with us You play: Sending us, then taking us away!

Is this a thing that You had willed, Which You Yourself got fulfilled: The trauma I was led to undergo, Did You decide this must be so? Did You decree for it all to be, That this should happen to me: Years of misery and dreadful fear, Did all this You really engineer? Maybe this You did, or maybe not, But You do know it hurt me a lot, Oh how awful, how intense the pain That I thought might drive me insane! I know not why I was made to face This madness, this awful disgr

For just a bit of help so small, Ah my Lord, really what all We often have to go through, This all is well known to You. Oh what all we need to bear, To speak out we don’t dare, Fearing how they may react, And so, we put on a great act, Posing to be what we are not, Ah my Lord, this pains a lot, With them we feel oh so tense As we engage in great pretence, Our real feelings we suppress, As those folks we seek to impress, So that our request they’ll concede And give to us th

Why this world did You create, Where there is so much hate, Pain, strife and gruesome war, And of evil things even more? Ah! How this we wish we knew, The reason we’d been told by You, So we could discern this mystery dense, The world to us would then make sense. There must be a reason most good, That we haven’t as yet understood, Why You made Your world this way, Perhaps to us this one day You’ll say, Till then, maybe the best we can do Is accept Your world as willed by

Ah what joy in deep sleep to be, Dead to the world temporarily, Burdens lifted of body and mind, Oh what bliss in this state to find, In a realm beyond earthly plane, Freed from relentless woe and pain, Soaring to heights that have no end, This mundane life to far transcend! Is this what for some might await When they arrive at death’s gate, Body and mind when they discard, Exiting this world so harsh and hard, Blessed never again there to return: Will this be the joy they’