Dear God, I am putting my buttocks on the sands of tidiness
But what is the meaning of tidiness?
I am in the bushes of self-search
At times I wonder if I am a spiritual eagle or a donkey
Oh! God, I am part of nature
So nature is a portion of me
I put me to the dustbin and I awaken we
What are we
Why do we claim to love you and know you?
Omnipotent- we preach
If we are made in the image of God
Why can’t we do like him
Dear, God I think you are a rebel
How did you carve mother earth?
Beautiful corners and the elegance of flowing waters
Firth of joy- mirth to a conscious soul
We die while we brim
Our potential gets buried with us
Like a body that dies with a wound full of pus
Pustike has to be spilled to earth- it has to kiss the cloth
You see god, you created beautiful creatures called women
Cars have hit trees and street light to these magnificent
beings
But if man can be in this euphoria of borrowed time and
wishes
And at the end persuasion of such a carving;
Can’t man do same unto self
Dear God, what are your limits
I at times do feel like spring leaves crashed by the walker
Maybe all of us do feel so
We can do it for the masses
But we fear to do it for ourselves
If we are made in your image, why do we have limitation
Did we brew them
Who is at the helm of this
Dear god, I have given my rhymes, metaphors and similes to
the dogs
I am a naked lover in front of a lover
As they prepare for a harvest from their toiling days of
search and union
Can you feel my heart- I have lost my genius too if I had
any
Can we lose it?
Dear God, sincerity is a holy course
This is a sincere scroll borne from simplicity
Who are we
Dear God, are we a portion of you
Or are we your shadow
Are you our shadow
