MEANINGLESS WORDS

Straw sandals! A tonsured head!

Prayers and chants!

Rosaries and talismans

The faith!

The book!

All the gatherings!

All of these are mere meaningless words!

Until and only!

You Love your neighbor my friend ! 

SUNDAY SALVATION

Rushing on a Sunday morning

Flaunting and flashing; Wealth and well being

Cursing the passersby for coming in your way

Angry about being late

And anxious about missing the sermon

Driving recklessly, even as you hear the church bells ring

Tell me dear friend!

What salvation are you rushing for?

Mindlessly rushing for just another Sunday service

Pompously kneeling; mechanically praying

Asking for token forgiveness, for your willful sins

Yet proudly clinging to the vices of greed hate and delusion

Tell me dear friend!

How long after the merry service, does the feeling of guilt free goodness last?

For, beyond the confines of, space, time and the pulpit

Unrestricted by institution, or constitution

Beyond the tainted glass of ideas and belief

There lies the infinite world of truth and understanding

And, once you kneel in earnest prayer, and shed your tainted coat of identity

You too friend, Will understand! You too friend will see!

God is love, and compassion is his only son

And the whole creation his holy spirit

Salvation is here and heaven is now

And selflessness is the only path

Even as the church bells ring on another Sunday morning!

Here and now! Forever rings the eternal bell of salvation!

COURT OF SANCTIMONY

In this court of sanctimony

Where ego wears the crown

Ministers of attribution

Mislead the distractable jury!

Blaming the neighbor for its own manufactured misery

As the naked truth is buckled up

While it’s the crown, that should have faced the fury

But it’s the poor man who carries the cross!

While the feeling of knowing runs amok

Claiming victory over the highlands of truth

Queen Memory elopes with imagination

And comes back gravid with confabulation

As the orphaned reality is led astray

And misbegotten confabulation claims the crown

The court is lost in the bliss of self glory

As the country as a whole runs aground! 

In this court of sanctimony

Where the jester wears the crown

Tell me dear friend

Who else is left to call the bluff?