contradiction of divinity

Since my childhood I wrapped my hands 
Closed my eyes and sang 
Sang aloud in chorus some divine words 
Words which were then blurred 
Essence of divinity grasped me 
Without knowing what is divinity 
But now I remember my past 
And think was I daft 
The whole concept of divinity
Lies miles away from worshipping the deity
Flowers , candles milk all tools to amplify devotion
Are nothing but waste , are divinity's revocation
Even the concept of finding God in a stone
Is like dialling a wrong phone
God can't be find in temples
Nor can divinity be amplified by worshipping rice or flower samples
True divinity lies in oneself
And can be amplified by helping other than self
God is nothing but a spirit
Which in everybody's heart comfortably sits
Encouraging him to do good
Refraining him from entering evil brotherhood
Helping a person deprived , a person who is in need
Is like planting a seed
Planting a seed in God's own heart
Since God resides in every heart
Those hands that preach of divinity
Yet have no feelings nor they pity
Are entangled in the world of hypocriscy
And likewise become victim of hypocrisy
They keep thinking that worshipping God is path to God
But their acts instead , taking them far from God
The ultimate satisfaction remains in helping others
Giving good for good and good for evil , treating everyone like brothers
And the essence of divinity lies in the defination
Lies in the defination of this ultimate path of satisfaction ...

Confusion haunts !!

I stand in this diversion 

Facing my strongest confusion 

Both calling for me to conquer 

But one has to be chosen to make life charmer 

I face this big dilemma

Which path to choose from this wide panorama 

Confused perplexed nervous a bit 

My bright future in one of them sits 

But I don't know which one to choose 

One would make me bright another would make me loose 

One path I see to be very hard 

The other is as simple as that of a retard's

Hard work is embedded in the hard one 

Difficult it seems, disinvolving fun 

But the other being straight as scale 

Fun easy , work of a frail 

Result too are foggy in the path one 

All I think would choose the second one 

But I am not the all 

I am a piece of sugar in this box of salt 

And yes I have made up my mind 

The first path have upon me a gripping bind 

I want to conquer this world , I want to be bright ,shiny luminous 

And only hard work can make that glory serious ..

Suppose...

Suppose with me an imagenary world 

Where boy looks boy 

And girl seems girl 

yet boy is a girl 

And girl is a boy 

Suppose with me an imaginary world 

Where boys were interested in shopping 

And girls were interested in sports 

Boys wore jewellery

And girls roam on streets like vagabonds 

Suppose with me an imaginary world

Where boys remain always excited 

And girls were always flirting on boys 

Boys cooked food after marriage 

And girls worked all day in offices minting money 

Suppose with me an imaginary world

Girls fighted for our country 

And their boys waited in home weeping 

Girls held roses in their hand to propose a boy 

And boy had the power to say yes or no 

Suppose with me an imaginary world 

Where a girl whistles on a boy 

And boy passes by giving a shy smile 

A girl was a tech guru 

And a boy was makeup savy 

Suppose with me an imaginary world 

The gangs were of girls 

And gossips were for boys 

The girls wore shirts and pants

And boys wore sarees 

Suppose with me an imagenary world 

Where girls did all the rituals 

And men were stopped from th same 

Boys kept nail paints 

And girls did not care for their nails 

Suppose with me an imagenary world 

Where girl became the stick for parent 

And a boy considered weight for their parent 

And boys left their homes after marriage 

And live in the home of girl 

Suppose with me an imagenary world 

Where girls dominated the boys 

And boys were beaten up by girls 

And girls raped the boys 

Boys life doomed forever 

Suppose with me this imagenary world 

Suppose with me this imagenary world 

Can it be worse

I saw a man yesterday 

And his condition give me a brief foray 

For I was at once tempted to think about him and his likes

That roam around begging around cars and bikes

Their grim face 

Left behind in this fast pace 

Their unkempt hair 

Potraying life had not been fair 

Seeking rats eyes 

Finding honey in house of flies 

Their dried ashes mouth 

The pain grievance they eagerly shout 

Their hard, black, tan ,muddy skin like a broken tile 

Parched more than that of a crocodile 

Their vertebrae bent ,almost protruding out 

Sharing the fate of a trout 

Now their naked bodies 

Clothes, a word so foggy 

Their hands or is should say only arms that too for some 

Remain on their shackled head weighed down by problems lump 

Their twisted bones and bent knees 

Worst than that of bees 

Their feet chiseled by sharp stones 

Accustomed to bear the pressure alone 

No place to live , no place to call their own 

And no food , to dread their bone 

Their thoughts have lost their mind being numb 

They move in this perpertual maze of the poverty's hump 

Years come by years go by 

But they live the life in a constant sigh 

For a man who has walked on Bing 

He has to fear nothing 

Dried in heat shivered in cold 

Making them strong and bold 

Their future their future misty rusty foggy 

Doomed forever by winds so gusty ...

Waving winds ..

A beast roaring in its den 

His den being the nature 

Making happy all women and men 

A happiness never felt before 

Waving in its womb 

Me u , everybody 

See there, leaf flying up the tomb 

See there , flying worries of an old to baby 

Everybody out of their homes

To feel the freshness 

See a glimpse of the invisible 

Feel it hear it experience it 

Everything dancing on their foot 

Celebrating the festival of wind 

So come on my friend come on 

It's the wind waving its the wind 

Tale of a flame

A flame flickering

Trying its best to sing 

A song so faint so feeble 

Like among rocks a pebble 

Waving right to left left to right 

Attempting to get a sight 

Audience it seeks 

Telling its tale through small beak 

It shines so bright 

Lighting the surround with its might 

A captive held in a glass 

Trying not to be alas 

People come sit laugh talk and go 

Even in large crowd loneliness ads to sorrow 

But no, it still waves 

There's hope in me it says 

It lives his life king size 

And try to rise and rise and rise 

But suddenly then a wind flows by 

And the poor flames dies the poor flame dies 

A matchstick then appears from the dark 

And the flame in the glass again lives on its mark 

And it's journey again starts 

To carve a niche for itself in other's heart , other's heart 

Night and day !!

A night 

A word so mysterious 

A world so serious 

Grim sky 

All above me lie 

Giving a signal to die 

The strange silent sound 

Lingering over my ears all the time 

Like a devil creature of mime

The stars 

 The best thing in strange night 

Twinkling before my sight

Now The moon 

Like a anime character of toon 

Telling me good is coming soon 

Now the early sun 

A new beginning a new fun 

Gives a sad face to none 

The scorching heat 

Making everybody disgust 

Making everybody tough 

Now the sunset 

The last happiest moment of day 

A moment so beautiful .. full of gay 

And then comes again the hour of evil 

Yes the night .. hovering like an eagle 

But the night always comes with a hope 

The day will come , the sun will shine for a man so pope