Athesist (Poem)
[Note: This is my last blog for this year. I will take a 9 months sabbatical to focus on few projects ... Thank you for your support. I wrote this poem last year but it feels more appropriate to publish it now] ========== Atheist (Poem) The temples do not call me anymore the mountains do The rhythm of chanting do not speak to me but the silence of mountain do The smell of incense do not make me meditate but each step in the dusty hiking path do I do believe in the divine forces of universe I am an insignificant drop in the vastness of ocean a dust in the peaks of mountain an epoch in the cosmic grandeur unfathomable beyond imagination. I still go to temples for my social obligation bow to few idols and listen to few songs but once I leave, no experience stays with me except the beautiful architecture and history. The mountain welcomes all unlike the halls of temple and synagogue caste and color, local or foreigner do not matter after all, we all are from the ...