Archive for April, 2012


Living out of a suitcase

You ask me why I’m strong

As I search for where I belong

It turns out I have been checking in and out of hotels

Instead of finding my home.

I cannot write poetry anymore

’cause I can’t leave my night-lamp on when I walk out the door

And how should I sign my name when I’m only known as ‘Room no.604’?

You asked pointing at my suitcase what it holds

It has photoframes and memories waiting to go up on the walls

I never really unpacked out of fear that the concierge may again call.

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Flowers for sparrows

Today I had an epiphany about why I could be an atheist. The reason is my mother. She said something so supremely beautiful just sometime back that I fell in love with that thought instantaneously!

So during one of her early morning walks, she noticed a tree laden with white flowers near where she lives. And as she observed and appreciated the beauty of the flowers which looked like beautiful white stars in the morning light, a sudden interruption disrupted this innocent imagination that played in her mind: a devoutly religious person from our building plucked all these flowers to offer to “God”. And my otherwise cool-headed mother lost it and told this man, that your God has made these flowers for the sparrows to enjoy and not for you, to pluck them and drop them at an inanimate idol’s feet.

I am so moved by that thought. It’s so beautiful!

If this is how beautiful atheism is, I am so glad to call myself one.