In sin and in saintliness,
Man is equally blessed,
His cries can be heard,
All the way up,
The big mind doesn’t judge.
For a life to become a prayer,
Wrong choices have to be made,
The right ones never lead you anywhere,
If the discontent stems from within,
Then the journey to the inside,
Can only begin,
When a man is willing to embrace,
The ugliness and stare it in the face,
If good was right and bad was wrong,
Wouldn’t God have used his discretion,
To create a better Man?
Passion and higher sentiments are not found in a book,
But to be learnt falling on the ground,
One, two as many times,
Till the mind unlearns to divide,
And forsake his misguided faith,
In this transient hide...