A price too steep

Why is it that the winds blow right,
Why for the sun the flowers will rise;
Why but for the smell the birds do sing,
Why for the love of sight the blind will kill.
Why do we feel but when the pain is sharp,
Why is a dulled edge so hard to snap,
Why do nights be so cold and stretch so long!
Memories do die, yet smell so strong.

The night is young , yet do we sleep;
My shadows and me for memories weep,
Tis harder to forget, harder to keep,
For love and a kiss: a price too steep !

On the faithless

On the faithless, Of their hope,

What can words speak,

A day , a week and years have gone by.

Of the godless, of salvation,

Why was hell written,

For the heaven be so droll.

Of the religious, of the rightful,

Why do elders speak,

For we do an innate beast share.

Of the virtues, Of the faith,

What does life ask,

but a grim smile and a toothless stare.

We live on faith.We fight for it.And then again sometimes we fight against it.Some say faith is all but a hope for redemption.But then where is hope? Where is redemption?

For so much that religion teaches us, for the belief that it provides and the faith, the gods do promise redemption.And redemption comes as a promise of an afterlife none have seen.Of the three what has to be decided is, which is the bigger joke. The faith that drives us, the religion that preaches hope or the gods that never were.

Religion

We think religion is necessary and often have I contradicted the same.There is however a side that I wondered on ? If my argument were true that we do not need religion to live, why then is the same an integral part of life ?

A person in his life, is made of convictions he gathers.In other words an individual is always shaped by the beliefs, he possesses. Religion is such a belief. In short if the cornerstone of a persons identity is removed ,he no longer remains human. And as such religion and the concept of omniscience are deep rooted beliefs of mankind. This belief encompasses the myriad quests of man towards the enigma called life. All the answers bundled into an alchemic answer called God, and the fallacy of man to believe in something unproven rather than acknowledge ignorance.However I do think this is indeed a grand solution rather than a blind one turning man's ignorance to one of the cornerstones of society.

But with the waning of ignorance knowledge should percolate.Gods should wane. Does that happen ? No. We would rather be ready to accept a blind belief than to be shaken out of it.History has proven the same; a time too many. And so the charades of medieval ignorance continues to the day. I do not intend to question omniscience but the subtle maneuverings the concept has brought to the society. The concept our religions sell are aeons old, whence the tenets were made for survival.As the society and knowledge has progressed , religion has yielded to less ground to be fit for the modern society.In parts religion still follows the dogma of darker ages.We as people question the legitimacy of facts that religion gives us but are not willing to let go of the eventualities of fictional facts.

The very fundamentals of our religions are based on discredited facts.However we forget the threat by products of the facts still remain in our lives creating man a jig saw of ages. we are modern people with very outdated sets of understanding of our lives. For all meaningful and nascent aspects we look to the masters of dark ages for answers which very much explains man's reluctance to look to his present and future for answers.Much has the past been glorified and still we live in awe of the bygone. All our masters and teachers are in the past. Not because they were greater than present masters but for the fact that their thoughts cannot contradict ours. Just for the fact that we have grown able enough to understand what they said.

Simply said the creature of habit is happy enough to accept the dictates of medieval religions rather than to seek some answers to his own.We are ready to fight and die for cultures that are extinct.We follow religious policies that have no idea as to why they were created. Belief in religion is too blind for the recourse of humanity.

A beautiful day

A story I carry, of a singular day,

Of a plot less life, and a somber play;

A wooden visage, of lead and grey,

Of a molten hearth and oaken clay;

A tune to sing of a broken say,

Of the solitude of the sylvan may;

A night so long and twilight grey,

Of them gone, naught but dreams stay.

The roses wilt but a thorn will die,

Behold the day; your god's will lie.

we are men

Somethings never change. Sometimes you wish they would.But then again if they change we will not.

After a long way down the road you realise that somethings need to change. Flowers need to wither and the thorns along with them. Clay will sift and so will the rocks turn to clay.The days will pass and along with them the memories will dim.The sands always shift.

What the young naivete believes gradually grows dimmer till it is lost in the haze of maturity we pride ourselves on. Yes but does the intended maturity really describe the word coined in the dictionary.Do we really grow over our insecurities and start to open our eyes. Mostly we still chose not to believe in facts that we do not want to.That is human fallibility.Ans since to err is human we say to forgive the same is divine. On another though all that closes our eyes to things we do not want to see is either the divine or the implications of evil.

There upon a certain place in the road things seem clearer. At that point we wish we were back to the innocence of the naive.For a certain period forgetfulness would seem to be bliss.Most of us at that point choose to ignore the starkness of truth and trudge along in the mist.It seems so easy. Living things are conditioned to avoid whatever pains them.We run , we hide and we forget that we are all but a mortal race that has to die and turn to ash.

Sometimes I envy the non-living.They do not feel and they do not run.But then again they do not have the liberty to feel which makes them immune to conditioning.But the stoic pose that the non-living strike somehow inspires me.They do not or should i say cannot lie.They do not have to live with their heads and emotions for any meaningful pursuit.We have to and we do. We lie to ourselves , to others just to maintain illusions.The illusion will someday take the place of the person within you.We know that.We ignore that.

We are the race of men.We change.We die.

We love.We lie.

But we live.And we believe we will live again !