O Almighty

O Father !

Almighty as they call.

The one who puts life in the womb…

Give me my wings

My power to swing…

These heights of sky

Call me, to fly high.

Give me my sail

To sail across the seven seas

To reach the treasures far n wide

Across those beasty waves.

Give me my sword

Let me be the warrior

The warrior on the path of light

To brighten the dark valley.

O father, the God, My Lord

Give me my life, give me my soul

Let me fight and reach my goal !

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A Tryst with God !!

Last friday while I was returning home from work, I got down to take a stroll in the market. I roamed thru the market and reached the bus stop to board the bus back home. There was a boy aged 8-9 yrs selling toys on the footpath. The bus was about to start so I got the ticket and bumped on the window seat. The bus was still on the bus stop and I was watching the young toy seller. He had a basket containing miniatures of some of the famous two wheel vehicles. He had put the basket aside and was counting the day’s earnings. While he was counting he used to raise his face every now and then and see both the sides if some one is seeing him as if guarding some sought after treasure. While counting and looking here n there he once happen to caught me staring at him. The hazy brown eyes gave me a piercing look. He was so offended as if I have been eyeing his hard earned money. I was so filled with guilt that couldn’t continue looking at him. After a while I gathered enough courage to look at him again to found that he was looking right into my eyes. I felt those piercing eyes to be questioning me my worthiness of having spent so much on my sundry things which he may not have thought about in his wildest dreams. His eyes seem to be questioning me the harshest reality of life, the huge divide between rich and poor. Even God couldn’t have been able to make this harsh reality understandable to his innocent heart let alone me.

The bus started moving and those eyes were still looking straight into mine. I had not given much attention to the surroundings since I boarded the bus. The bus was over crowded as usual like any friday evening. There were people returning home from office and  those setting off for their weekend destinations. There were students out for their daily or weekly stroll. While i was observing this I also observed that I couldn’t hear even a single noise from inside or outside the bus. “Oh my God, what happened to my ears !!” i shouted. I soon realized that all the voices around have ciphered away some time back. The people in the bus seemed to be dumb and just moving their lips trying to speak in vain. It was less shocking and more of strangely pleasant to realize when Everything except me and those invigorating eyes seemed ethereal and there was just me and those two hazy brown eyes surrounded by the vast darkness of a milky white light. Everything else seemed to be suspended weightless in the vast universe of ether lit by thousands of white bulbs.

The flow of my understanding of the situation was broken suddenly by a calm but pleasantly energized voice “why did I send you here and what you are doing.“

Who’s this?“, I said looking around but found no one.

“You have lost your vision and the path of light too“, the voice said.

“Who are you and why you asking me this ?“, I shouted. “It’s just an illusion or my imagination but not reality. May be I am too tired today“, I said to myself.

“Everything that you are able to see right now is real and rest all is an illusion, your imagination“.

I looked around and could only see those hazy eyes still staring at me and both of us surrounded by that milky white light. I lost my senses when I observed that I had no weight at that time and the sense of stimuli had also vanished but I was in full conscious as i could still see those hazy brown eyes looking into mine. Those eyes didn’t have the innocence of a child but brightness unmatched. I don’t know what made me ask “Are you God ?”

“Now you want to materialize God too. Why you need a material and measurable picture of everything before you start believing it. Why you always want to measure everything. What makes you believe that you ll be breathing the next day when you go to bed. Can you count the remaining breaths? Why you always think of yourself as the ruler of this universe. Do you think you have measured the Universe by sending your petty machines there and dumping them after use to ruin my creation. Why always spoiling the balance of Mother Nature is a great achievement for you worth a noble prize. I inspired you to make religions so that you have faith in me and respect for Mother Nature but it seemed to have become a license to kill each other. What you do when some one ruins your garden. For how long do you think will I bear you guys mercilessly ruining each part of my garden. Now Its time…”

“Sir, its your stop.” the Ticket Checker told me with a slight blow on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes to find myself in the crowded bus and waded thru with great difficulty to get down at my stop. The noise inside the bus and office time traffic was taking me to nerves. But it wasn’t a dream, I thought. I was sure it wasn’t a dream but the logical and materialistic mind is still unable to take it as reality. I was thinking about this all thru my way back home from bus stop.

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