Crimsoned Questions

Hold your lungs

Don't breathe a sound 

I have some questions

I am curious

And there are answers 

Many answers ...

Each more disillusioned than the last

What is religion?

They tell me it is an expression of supreme power

A belief that can colourise a withered flower

Really !!!

He keeps a turban with a colossal beard

With head so big.. still not weird

He wears a cross and lights candles 

Believes that Almighty God died to save the angels

I had a friend and his name was Riaz

Had curly brown hair but wore a headgear

I didn't know why the presence of adults always made him fear

He was burnt in a riot that came

People were pious but the crowd had no name

 They tell me we are born different 

But I believe they are just ignorant

For same is the colour of the blood that flows

Same is the earth and the sky that keeps 

A thousand stars beneath its feet

Identical is the smile 

That makes all the journeys worthwhile

The same clock ticks for you and me

Parallel is your shadow that is always around

And a million thoughts stream through nerves

Still human soul that unites all curves

Same are the eyes that shower rains

And the question remains 

'Why different'

Don't stir  

The quest had begun

When I was curious about the end

'What is death'

Then blood goes cold 

And the heart is frozen

No one knows the end 

No one can comprehend

Your eyes are stoned and time runs out

Dead bodies are mostly perplexed

Bones burnt to ashes 

To find their way into the marshes

Others eaten by worms

Being buried in their best forms

Journey difficult and the end more severe

To accept the black carbon or 

Decaying muscles without breath..

People are confused, so is death

The conquest isn't easy 

Answers moody and questions teasy

'What is God'

Agglomeration of faiths or 

A Death spear

The one who runs the living or

Rules the dead

Takes Abode in the light 

Or hellish darkness

Lives in heaven or 

In the vicinity of hell 

'What is education'

They tell it's what is learned in schools

But I've people as complete fools

Someone says it's already present in your mind

Subtle clarity that you need to find

Idea is to get the light but 

They want it by putting a fight

Against the very idea of faith 

Educating religion not to fail

'Which God'

Yours has a face 

Mine doesn't

Believe in a book

Or the crucified human

Lives in the infinity,

Or rides beside me

Talks to special children but never you and me

Who orders the burning of the cities

Your God or mine

Crushes their own creation 

For the gift of heaven or 

Burning of the hell.. 

I am done and out of words

The last question 'What is human'

I won't answer,

you know better

But do you?

Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel. 

And the question is who goes the mile