Praveen Kumar 
hands clasped, eyes closed, heads bowed in respect everyone stood there chanting a prayer within;
watching them from a distance i could not comprehend the need for such intricate and passionate devotion;
stood there myself, a long long time ago unable to think of anything and perplexed on what am i supposed to do?
i once stood there, eyes closed, hands clasped trying hard to understand what the fuss was about;
watching the rituals and the strange and bizzare acts of faith pushed me into a corner and forced me to question it all;
twelve years have passed, countless theories and barrage of opinions with more questions and very few answers maybe it is safe to say god is an enigma!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - enigma - something that baffles understanding and cannot be explained; - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - absolutely no intention to mock/question any individual's faith or religion. just a personal view, that's all. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - inspiration:- Faithless - God is a DJ, Enigma - Seven lives, many faces and also the 12th year since i became a agnostic.
4 comments
this poem is touching and i can relate
its moves me in a way
Its like sports or video games you can watch all you want, but if you never get in the game you will not enjoy as much as the players.
Feel……..