The selfish voyeur
Having confessed my happiness in a cage of faith
I got infected with guilt of confession.
A sacred ennui of rites
With all the tiring mess
Yet not better
Than my elemental happiness.
If He is staring at my inner life
From the key-hole of my door
He is no better than a sick debauch
Or a voyeur to the core.
If He is overjoyed with my prayers
Or vengeful for my petty follies
He is as human as my fellow poets
Creeping for counterfeit eulogies.
“God does not set terms of endearment
Or twitch a furtive bliss
In secret hegemonic wish”
His grace is unconditional
And so my reverence to Him.
Metallic Tears
The happy village of the yore is shocked to see
The metals singing without chords
And we wanting to climb the mountain
While fixated at the watch.
It’s already half-past lament
No time to plan, think or fear
It’s time to regret
And shed your metallic tear.
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