Tag: Poem

I question,

Who is God?

My mind tells ,

There is no such,

My heart cries ,

There is so much.

  

Listen ,my mind says,

God is  truth,

God is  straight ,

God is   fearless,

God is righteous,

God is Nature.

  

  

No, shouts my heart,

God is  concept,

God is  belief,

God is  powerful,

God is everywhere,

God has form.

  

Nay bellows my mind,

God has no form,

God has no rules,

God has no demands,

God has no refrains,

God has no distinction.

  

  

Not at all blares the heart,

God has various forms,

God has  numerous regulations,

God has excessive calls,

God has enormous  restrictions,

God has lot of discriminations.

  

  

Mind talks in a deep voice,

God is man-made.

Heart resounds in a shrill tone.

Man is God made.

Controversies rage high,

Confusions  blow up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mind queries in  a sharp note

How many Gods are there?

Heart replies in a loud calibre,

They are innumerable.

Mind chuckling continues,

What do they preach?

Heart bubbling adds,

They profess faith

  

 

Mind persists  in a diffident play,

How many religions are there.?

Heart answers with rage,

There are so many.

Mind breaks into a laugh.

Heart shakes with anger.

 

 

Whom do you support?

Whom do you endorse?

Is the mind right?

Is the heart correct?

Tell me all of you,

As I know no answer.

 

 

 

 

 While celebrating at the sight of grandeur.

 When revelling at the thought of prosperity,

  While rejoicing  at the glorious frenzy,

 When relaxing  on the distinctive  criteria,

While reacting on typical issues, 

The heart withdraws.

  

 While resigning on the mundane claims,

When  accepting the  responsibilities,

While affirming the discrepancies,

When allowing the  curiosities,

While forwarding the authority,

The heart hesitates.

 

 

While working on the  clauses,

When recounting the activities,

While making a remarkable surplus,

When deliberating on a worthy execution,

While  extending  a promising vent out,

The heart recoils.

 

While the mind  overwhelms the desire,

When the  faculty overtakes the  thought,

While the insights dethrone the impulsion,

When the reasons outsmart passions,

While the fact triumphs over fiction,

The heart shrivels.

 

A slight slip,

A small misstep,

A little twist,

Damaged my knee.

 

A splitting pain,

A severe ache,

A terrible strain,

Limits my knee.

 

 

A complex  status,

A decrying tedium

A reduced movement,

Hampers my knee.

 

 

A constant effort,

A synchronised device,

A tolerant attitude,

Has to pull my knee.

 

 

Stroking my  knee gently

Caressing my knee fondly

Massaging my knee carefully

I endure the pain tearfully.

 

 

What is behaviour?

I query,

It is  an impact.

  

Define behaviour?

I ask,

It is a value

 

 

Decipher behaviour?

I insist.

It is  culture.

 

 Refer behaviour?

I prolong.

It is ethics.

 

Express behaviour?

I emphasise,

It is emotion.

 

Elucidate behaviour?

I prod,

It is attitude.

 

 

Address behaviour?

I prattle,

It is  rapport.

 

 

Announce behaviour?

I dig,

It is authority.

 

 

Sum up behaviour,

I conclude,

It is graceful etiquette