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I don’t believe much in god. I deal with him quite cunningly, that is, I rarely have him in my head or heart during the times when I sail smooth and only very rarely I resort to him while crossing the turbulent seas. But this post is not about god. The opening word of my post was going to be “god” so I though I should specify my stance on god.

God made this world and the man. God keeps all of us happy.

Well, I admit I could have written the sentence in non-specific indirect speech but in that case I’d not have used the word “god” and omission of the word is something I cannot afford. Referring to god puts me in good light, theist, optimist and smiling! That’s the profile of a suitable and a paragon creature. What else does this lend to the image that I generate of myself in the speculative eyes of the reader? I must seem to be virtuous because it follows from the opening sentence studded with my reliance on the almighty that I’m god fearing so I may do no wrong. The truth is that before I started writing I hadn’t imagined that such benefits I would reap by use of a trivial word god! The same god, whom I have never seen or held his firm hands. Why? Because he is beyond my base sense organs, because I have veiled my eyes with a film of sin and more sin, etc. etc. The same god, who ensures justice, gives all the worthy men and women a place in his blessed land, but never comes to heal their wounds on earth; or to relieve them of the hunger pangs. Yes the same god! And see, in addition to all this, he provides instant mileage to my blog!

PS: the actual blog is only one sentence but thanks to god, it ain't that short anymore!

screams

The silent head, cries out so loud,
inside the coffin of anonymity.
but the masked face below the falling cloud,
lends out all the forged serenity.

Clouds of smoke driven deep within,
at the end of every passing day,
give momentary relief from that sinkin' feeling,
but in the morn, the silent head again sighs in dismay.

Try to speak where lips are sealed,
tightly sewn with the bloody thread,
all the sunshine never revealed,
the words that hung around unsaid.

Empty eyes staring the deep black skies,
filter through the cobwebs of the broken dreams
float and swim around the eyes,
but the silent head isn't allowed his screams!

13 words

blink,
you blink and its time to sleep,
think,
think that its time to know,
feel,
must feel that you reap what you sow,
move,
move your hand and sweep the frozen snow,
break,
break the yoke and breathe again,
smile,
smile for the edge of the sword,
but red,
red is the bleeding smile,
stars,
those stars are farther thatn you thought,
pain,
pain is what you have sought,
fool,
a fool is always jeered,
tears,
tears they never flow to quench your thirst,
end,
end is where you've come,
void,
and void is what you hold tight.