My questioning self - If i ever go to meet my maker


If I ever go to meet my maker,
Will He able to resolve my uncertainty,
His presence may clear the doubts that my adolescence carried,
His charisma will prove the allure of nature.

If I ever go to meet my maker,
Will He define the purpose of my existence?
Will He relay the emotions that went into my creation?
Will He show me the way I came.

If I ever go to meet my maker,
Will he be able to justify a long forgotten reality?
The unsighted, speechless, heedless, incapacitated,
Which sin of theirs is more ungodly than mine?

If I ever go to meet my maker,
What did you see in him and not others?
That you called him before that nightfall, father and son,
Which neither him nor me had ever disapproved.

If I ever go to meet my maker,
Will he able to look at me with earnest,
For my love was fiercer than his radiance, his darkness,
Then why was I separated from my breath, the air today is yours and theirs.

If I ever go to meet my maker,
Why only his spit is on par with the arid?
And when it comes to soulful creatures,
He decided to hold religious conviction gatherings.

If I ever go to meet my maker,
Why only Ram, Jesus, Allah,
Why not more rivals for this grueling contest,
Where spectators are not hard to find.

If I ever go to meet my maker,
What was it that made me bid farewell?
To every comrade I saluted in my days of war,
Where I, the protagonist, see they, the antagonist.

If I ever go to meet my maker,
 Why did I decide to fight destiny?
When destiny is what I am today,
Yet failed to strike the rhythm, so I waged the war.




Comments

  1. ANovember 22, 2010 at 1:52 AM

    Absolutely love it. I think I even understood some references. Really well done. By far the best that you have written.

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  2. Sajit Sankar PillaiNovember 22, 2010 at 5:40 AM

    Thank you....its incomplete..i wanted to write a lot more...but cant find the time to do it...

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  3. Sneha PJanuary 2, 2011 at 2:23 AM

    BRAVO!!!
    There are so many many more allusions from your life I can see that you haven't used here...

    Even if you do add to it..the last stanza here must still remain the last stanza..its perfect!

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