Religion in emergency

From Adisankaracharya and Buddha to the likes of Tagore and Nietzsche, we often heard the leaders to nirvana say, "leave your egos behind. Come together and weave a society of logic and freedom." Also from Parashurama to Mohammad to Jesus, we often witnessed the religious heads call out to convert or kill people of other religions for they might be impure or sinful or plain demons.

Here are 2 different perspectives.
1. Spirituality trying to remove tags
2. Religion trying to attach more tags.

Listen carefully to the words of a religious priest, imam or a father. More often than not, you'll notice they're trying to tag people on the basis of devotion, practice, ancestry, hierarchy, education, financial status and more. While most of them try to add the "spiritual universal being" image to the God in question, they are passively adding one more tag to the religion. One more word and meaning which defeats the purpose of that word.

What is really spiritual and universal, atleast to us human beings with their own goods and bada, do's and dont's is our ability to think, to reason, explain, imagine, and perhaps more importantly, to communicate. If there is one thing all human beings should follow, it is not some unidentified God object existing beyond the bounds of our observable universe, but the very universe that is omnipresent.

Yes, there are things science can't explain yet. Maybe, we should wait, or pursue it by ourselves, dependent on our own observations. It's worse to believe a goofy theory on creation, existence or after-life than not believe anything at all. You might as well ask a high school student to write a fiction and start believing in it.

In the wake of Covid-19, when death came knocking on every door, a few things definitely became clearer.
1. Science suddenly became the greatest religion. Doctors have started receiving the respect the temple-runners possessed.
2. Nature has taken the place of God. It ain't no God's plan but nature's revenge. A tiny minority started realising this fact.
3. The remaining majority now made science their religion, blindly believing every whatsapp forward that has scientific terminology attached to it.
4. Some people are busy arguing about the religion/ caste/ ethics of China. No, they have eaten their food. It was an accident (intentional or not) .
5. And then, there's media that wants to dig deep and dirty into the Hindu - muslim split on the Nizamuddin issue. Let guilty alone be punished.

Hello every reader, a literate of the 21st century, for you were able to read this, take this home.
1. Believe in scientific process.
2. Facts can always change here.
3. Religion is systematised story-telling.
4. Spirituality needs the skill to observe, honed by science and not by religion.
5. Pray for peace and health, live in harmony with nature.

Thank you.

P.S. ; Lost touch writing, will resurrect. Sorry. Thanks.

Strider

The strider rides a stallion and wields shotguns,
would you be surprised he was a toddler once?
He was ten when he got boots and heat blisters,
His father died, he had to tend to three sisters.

He had fought for four years in that societal battle,
Dreams of mustangs, he woke up to herd cattle.
He once walked a long walk, to the land of Kansas,
not knowing he would never come back to Texas.

On the way, he was lynched by a herd of farmers,
His cattle were killed, he was saved by charmers.
They were all behind him, caressing as he fluttered,
Rape is the word he was looking for, never uttered.

One night in rain, he ran away on his wobbly feet,
driven by hunger, he started to rob and cheat.
He then ate his full and carried notes in cloth bags,
For sisters beautiful, oh those hallucinating hags!

He hoarded riches and carried pistols, gunslinger,
Neither his fate nor his riches did for long, linger.
He was attacked and robbed, stabbed with a knife.
He started to work for a rich farmer, thriving for life.

He gained health, built muscle and wooed women,
One night, he slept well and raced away to heaven.
No one knew why, or how the life took toll on him,
For he too was a reaper of life, though not so grim.

That night, a lady wept somewhere, "Honey! Honey!!"
He was never sweet to her, just wild, what an irony!!!


PS: Thoughts on how people who have successfully accomplished big big things and milestones fall and breakdown to relatively tiny problems.

Loner

I'm here to freely express, I don't break I just strain,
My life is a lot of stress, but I'm the kid who trains.

Believe me all you peeps, I'm not letting my beans spill,
I work when all world sleeps, no no, I don't take pills.

I dream I plan I strive, I put my everything at stake,
Despite odds I often thrive, for I give all that it takes.

I have a peculiar issue, a few tricks up my sleeve,
I can take my own tissue, I wish everyone leaves.

Call me a loner for I am one, I'm also the one with skill.
All my battles I have won, a ranger counting his kills.

You see me, a sheepish grin, waiting for a swing.
I'll run eternally from this ring, like I have the wings.

I've come a long way forlorn, ahead too are such miles.
As a loner was I born, if I die alone, wouldn't I smile?

The Average Human

This is a mad place, we run a freaked out rat race,
Gone is that grace, everyone now wants a space,
Space in the wall, of the eternal greatness hall,
Best human of all, remembered ever after we fall.

We fell deep down, hells where we fight for a crown,
Ignorantly drown, and die and live in that brown.
Browned by fire, seeking to be unique on the pyre,
Stringing our lyre, walking drunk in our illusory mire.

Measuring our biceps, tracking and counting steps,
Shooting our preps, shouting out about our streps,
Going far for pics, on our way back, making picks,
Walking by sticks, deep verses on how the dog licks.

In our mad hall, is one average human who does all,
Covers every stall, dreams and actions both small.
Who's really different, we all row the same current?
Unique is indifferent, and all of us, well, recurrent.

You all fail, the average human will now set sail,
Lots of mail, all read "the average human, Hail!!!"

Introverted

Many known faces, we stand alone in the tram,
Wanting to be famous, in the deserts of Instagram.
We aren't travelling, but keep on clocking miles,
Future is unravelling, see the scars under our smiles.

Our laughs and wails, you'd truly hear us in the bar,
drinking cocktails, as we wish for a wishing star.
We shoot and snap, memories we regret tomorrow,
We wouldn't swap, an empty nothing for our sorrow.

We do take stress, our hearts might look like steel,

We don't express, but deep inside, we still feel.
Tend to refrain, from showing out love or pain,
Stress and strain, that we might get hurt again.

Look around you, my dearest fathers and mothers,
Are they in view? Those seeking attention of others?
Am I wrong, to be silently subdued in a deadly calm?
Am I strong, to be giving myself the attention alm?

You attention freaks, we like to just go with the flow,
The silence speaks, nothing to say, no wind to blow.