THE BEING

There is an incessant argument going on since ages

Since time immemorial

On whether there is a divine power guiding us all or not

So let's give it a thought

Today I am gonna narrate a story,

Not just a story like any other,

Following which I am sure of His presence

So who is He?

According to me He is visible

Not to your eyes

but could be seen by your heart

His presence can be felt

Not by touch

But by your soul

I doubted his potential and there I was

Destroyed, completely

Here and there I wandered

I fought for survival and not even a speck of light was visible

I could neither breathe nor die

I could neither laugh nor cry

I could neither sleep nor be awake

For I was alive

But there was something else that died inside

The spirit of life

I shouted at Him , fiercely,insanely furiously,annoyed

I doubted his presence

I criticized the society

Which increased my anxiety

It gave me false lessons

And I laughed at my stupidity

That I believed in those baseless myths

Little did I know that he was always with me disguised as someone else

He was present in a small being with a round face, freckled nose and quirky ways

With that being I started a journey , a bliss one

It took away all my pain and sorrow

And filled me with a hope that there will be a great tomorrow

I was struck one night , with the truth

God cannot be with us all the time

But in one form or the other He is always with us

Guiding us throughout

My heart is thumping for that Being is pumping

Blood into my body

And I am standing for that Being is providing me with the energy

On and on and on I go

And tell ‘it’ whatever I know