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]

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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 same color
indistinguishable dusts of mother earth.
No need to listen to a priest or rabbi
listen to the cool breeze, the messages are hidden
hope rides with each ray of sunrise unbidden
love floats in the air, touch the gentle falling leaves
What is more divine than this?

Yes, I have become an atheist
the religious rituals do not speak
my friends and family may not agree
I say, find a path of divinity to attain
like I did with blessings from mountains
I will not judge as you discover
dust will become dust
as we take the journey together.

Nov, 2018

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