One bright night
when she wasn’t very alert
a call from far away
Beckoned her to dark reasons
the cloaks of passion and confusion
hazed the moon
She gasped for air and light
’cause the path she was about to jaunt
was dark, suffocating and deceitful
With indisposition
her heart trended towards
dreary familiar territory
Of deceit, pain and guilt
that will tug at her heart
up and down her life
What religion you follow?
who? Me?
I don’t know
for sure
I was born a Buddhist
read The life of the Buddha
went to pagodas to pray
I saw a Hindu temple
read the Gita
folded my hands
and prayed
I saw a Church
read the Bible
knelt in front of Christ on the Cross
and prayed
I saw a Mosque
read the Quran
spread my palms
for prayer
now you tell me
what religion I follow?
if you are confused
Humanity I call it
the only religion I follow
[Not meant to hurt the sentiments of anyone.]
This poem is entered in the Thursday Poets Rally Week 32 (November 4-10)
We walked the same road
For years
There was not a sign board
To tell me where we were
There was not a milestone
To tell me how far
We have traveled.
There were ups and downs
But we walked together
And we came to a crossroad
One road led to our home
A life of togetherness
The other had temptations.
So we parted ways
And I walked home alone
Faithless, heartbroken
With confusion and tears
Dreading the very life
I always wanted to live.
Trodding on thorns
Battered, bleeding
And almost hopeless
Sinking like a wrecked ship
But the North Star shone, guiding me
Through strong gale and storm
Looking up at my guiding star
I knew I could not give up
I had to keep walking.
I am still walking
And I know, someday I will reach home
With no regrets
For having traveled the road I chose.
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