At dusk I pen down these thoughts.
Wondering why I believe what I can’t see
Why I deny what I indeed feel.
Are you in an idol, trapped in your magnificent form
Or is that you in the winds all around
Should I search for you in the Gita, the Bible or the Quran
In the words of Godmen, or deep down in my heart.
How do I seek, what I don’t know
How do I make peace if I can never know
How do I pray if you don’t exist
How do I not break if the tunnel ends in only more darkness.
Take me to a world where you exist not just in someone’s lies
A world where there is no pain and anguish
A world where happiness doesn’t come at a price.