The Indiscernible Beliefs
"Walking down the valley of my fears
Some rich voices came from the edge
Of that distant cliff
With a claim to convert us, the heathens
Speaking thus disparagingly of my clan's heritage..
The Hollowness of my race was proved ignorant..
Falling down were those branches of young green hope
From that strict cultured hillock
That once sustained in its rocks
the highness of our beliefs in equality
brought down to the wettest sand was our existence..
The previous dwelling of strong rocks was named hideous..
Held all the colors of our laughter and expressions
that reflecting water, now bounded and controlled
the clouds of prosperity shadowed with care all
the inhabitants
while the lightning fell on our 'lord of the heathen'
baptized as holy was that supreme religion of the majority
overshadowing thus the existence of our lord!
Our Beliefs were questioned.. Our differences challenged..
My eyes were red and misty, staring still with respect
The beliefs of the majority..
With a hope to see differently, my eyes blinked every other second.
Asking to all those eyes reading through the missal
Can religion ever be categorized?
Can individual beliefs ever be destroyed?
Should minority be treated as pariah by the majority?
Should we not chant that distinct name that prospers us in the same way
as Nanak or Jesus does?
Shouldn't we worship our soul, that voice, that guides us throughout silently?
Shouldn't we be spared of all the isolation, even if we follow a different name?
Let our lord be indiscernible.. Let it have no classification.. nor of religion, caste or color.. let us be in a society with classification of 'beings' alone..
Let our candles, incense sticks burn within us in front of our soul
Let it burn all the internal sins first..
Let our indiscernible lord be as it is, dwelling within us,
directing us in the direction which we shall make right..
Our indiscernible lord was made more strong by the acts of the majority..
"Any criticism, howsoever, shall always inspire, irrespective of the means it shall choose to achieve its end through that inspiration.." - The Belief of The Heathen..
Akanksha Chaudhary..
"Walking down the valley of my fears
Some rich voices came from the edge
Of that distant cliff
With a claim to convert us, the heathens
Speaking thus disparagingly of my clan's heritage..
The Hollowness of my race was proved ignorant..
Falling down were those branches of young green hope
From that strict cultured hillock
That once sustained in its rocks
the highness of our beliefs in equality
brought down to the wettest sand was our existence..
The previous dwelling of strong rocks was named hideous..
Held all the colors of our laughter and expressions
that reflecting water, now bounded and controlled
the clouds of prosperity shadowed with care all
the inhabitants
while the lightning fell on our 'lord of the heathen'
baptized as holy was that supreme religion of the majority
overshadowing thus the existence of our lord!
Our Beliefs were questioned.. Our differences challenged..
My eyes were red and misty, staring still with respect
The beliefs of the majority..
With a hope to see differently, my eyes blinked every other second.
Asking to all those eyes reading through the missal
Can religion ever be categorized?
Can individual beliefs ever be destroyed?
Should minority be treated as pariah by the majority?
Should we not chant that distinct name that prospers us in the same way
as Nanak or Jesus does?
Shouldn't we worship our soul, that voice, that guides us throughout silently?
Shouldn't we be spared of all the isolation, even if we follow a different name?
Let our lord be indiscernible.. Let it have no classification.. nor of religion, caste or color.. let us be in a society with classification of 'beings' alone..
Let our candles, incense sticks burn within us in front of our soul
Let it burn all the internal sins first..
Let our indiscernible lord be as it is, dwelling within us,
directing us in the direction which we shall make right..
Our indiscernible lord was made more strong by the acts of the majority..
"Any criticism, howsoever, shall always inspire, irrespective of the means it shall choose to achieve its end through that inspiration.." - The Belief of The Heathen..
Akanksha Chaudhary..
