Sprouted up
in a family where religious practices & rituals was a low affair. In good conscience was cultured on God being inside & shouldering you at every step. Somehow made me believe he is in small things, which meant a
world to me that time. Childhood Stories only made them feel truer. Be
polite & patient, Offer help, Respect all, Never to lie ….the list was endless. In course of
time felt losing my innocence somewhere they got side-lined.
Passing time made me look for strength in idols. Shifting my base camp from one to other, whichever felt comforting to the hour as per desire. Friend to a wanderer staring at the stars as if guiding me to find my destination. Making my silent prayers in heart with no voice go endlessly longer.
Today with my search light I don't know what religion I am ?
Passing time made me look for strength in idols. Shifting my base camp from one to other, whichever felt comforting to the hour as per desire. Friend to a wanderer staring at the stars as if guiding me to find my destination. Making my silent prayers in heart with no voice go endlessly longer.
Today with my search light I don't know what religion I am ?
But have confidence in being respectful, selfless, giving & helping to all I meet. Enchanted in the belief of Karma & new age practices. But what religion that makes me in ...
I stand straight looking in all directions, I have gone
back to my
childhood beliefs. Which were always unadulterated & true.
Have come full circle from where I started the journey, standing wiser than before...
Find out “How You Weigh Yourself…?”
childhood beliefs. Which were always unadulterated & true.
Have come full circle from where I started the journey, standing wiser than before...
Find out “How You Weigh Yourself…?”
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