Oh the evil these creeds produced! Ah the many whom they seduced! Misery, wars and much deadly strife, All these in their name still so rife! Numbers beyond all human count (In the millions they amount) In these creeds still persist, Never daring to desist, Often, merely out of fear That a god’s wrath may appear, This being a major reason why These creeds they don’t defy, Instead, them they loudly hail, Down to their every tiny detail, In love with their heavy chains, Glory

Oh how swiftly time rushes on! Sixty years nearly have so soon gone! How many, I wonder, remain in store? Not, I suppose, very many more! The time that till now I had got: Did I use it wisely enough or not? In some good thing did I excel? Have I lived worthily and well? And with the time that may remain For me now on this earthly plane, What all might I be led to do? I hand this matter over to You, To You who brought me here: You handle this affair, my Dear, So that my ti

I was still a young child then, It was around this time when They put me in a ‘religious’ box And sealed it with heavy padlocks. There I stayed, out of faith and fear, For a very long time, year after year, Till when, at last, I came to know That it just didn't have to be so. In that box I refused any more to stay, I just couldn’t carry on the same way, I thought I might even turn mad, Yes, it really was all that bad! If I remained, I feared I’d suffocate, So, I decided I

Each being plays its own role In the evolution of the Whole, What can we do, let’s reflect, As part of this grand project!

Soon, those creeds’ chains will fall That have held us in such grave thrall, Then, with this most-needed purge, Into Oneness we will all emerge: This I dream and hope and pray: May it happen, at last, one day.

How’s it decided who’ll be born where, A crucial factor shaping how we’ll fare? Is it mere chance, with no logic at all, Or a ‘past-life record’, what they call, Or, some sort of great Divine decree Deciding where whose birth will be? Theories aplenty we humans propound About this issue that’s most profound, But can we know the answer for sure, Or, will it be a mystery for all time more?

Dearest God, Hello! Hope You are doing very well! You must be very busy, but I know you will read my letter. Guess what? All these days, I was breaking my small head thinking I would write my life-story, but, God, who’ll be interested in reading the story of a nobody like me? Maybe You don’t read newspapers these days, and so, I’m informing You that they are full of stories about scams, celebrities, recipes, lifestyle, books by famous people and so on, and so, who will want

Man’s freewill’s a myth, I suspect, Though few this truth may detect, For, You’ve made things such a way For the sake of Your strange play, Playing the roles of all beings that appear For but a short while on Earth’s stage here, Each being projected as a separate one, But all just You, getting Your play done!

To whom but You can we complain, With whom else share our heart's pain? To You alone can our hearts we lay bare, For, You alone for us most truly care.

Say 'Yes' to whatever comes your way And then watch the Lord do as He may.

Another day’s wings begin to fold, Soon, it’ll be silent, dark and cold, Tomorrow again a day will rise, That, of course, is just no surprise, For a day comes in, then fades out: It’s what Earth’s story’s been about, For aeons now, far beyond all count, Millennia many, who knows the amount? Ever since Earth came to dance round the sun, Ah Lord! You’ve such a strange sense of fun!

When a rich man appears, he leaps from his chair, When I pass by, I say, ‘Please keep sitting there’, ‘I’m no big person’, in a friendly tone I say, ‘So, don’t stand up when I come your way. We’re all God’s children, none big or small, And God looks with an equal eye at us all. So, when you see me, don’t leap to your feet, Keep sitting, and still each other we can greet.’ When I say these words, he breaks into a smile, He nods in delight and is very glad for a while, Being

My life seems so drab and plain, You alone can perhaps explain Why it doesn’t seem otherwise, For, You’ve set its shape and size.