A God in Doubt
Am I the only one
or are some of my brethren
They call me out with ‘Allah’, ‘messiah’, ‘God’
and with countless other names I know of none other
who has lived as long as I have
right from the beginning of the universe
So long that I even cant remember the mother
who gave me birth!
Nor can anybody else! Does that mean there is no ‘me’
No spirits to turns wrongs to rights
Why do I look so helpless
When I annihilate ‘myselves’ overnight. Am I the supreme power
who define all destiny and fate;
But All I do is create opportunities
rather than making choices instead!! Everytime I look in the mirror,
I see a different me.
Sometimes a war criminal’s, Some times a heart throb’s face
some other time a Buzzing bee.
Who am I really? People try to confine me in temples,mosques and churches
these symbols they find me in
Yet, I dwell in every heart
every grain of sand there is.
Where do I live, really?? I stand dumbstruck everytime
Men put their faith in me,
Despite the fact that I am not seen
Nor any proof that I ever have been. Nor have I seen myself
God knows what truth I behold.
I want to believe that I exist
I want to stand up for good. The only thing that I tell myself
when this dilemma overcomes me.
Not just the age old saying: “I think therefore I am”,
Therefore I am.