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I, An Egoist

You can call me an atheist Not a non-believer but an egoist I have my own religion I worship human volition The mind and its ambitions And their hard-earned realizations
You ask me to show humility Bow down before the Almighty It is my quest for excellence That you’ve mistaken for impudence The worst breach of piety Is succumbing to mediocrity
You call God by different names Then go on to play those filthy games Games of ‘My God is the best’ ‘My faith is superior to the rest’ This is what I intensely detest Wake up now and introspect
You sing in God’s praise everyday For success and recognition you pray And the minute calamity strikes You blame the Almighty in a trice Time now to accept this reality You are your own responsibility
You see, towards any faith I don’t intend any disrespect But ever wondered where is your ‘I’ Think, it is worth giving a try The day you try and find it out You would have done your God proud


"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings…" I could not agree more with this part of Wordsworth’s definition of poetry. At times you sit all prepared with a pen and notebook and words simply don’t come while there are times when you are either ecstatic or extremely hurt and words seem to flow out of nowhere shaping into a poem. If you are ecstatic the ecstasy multiplies as you pen the verse while if you are grim the pain recedes as the joy of poetry takes over.
I wrote the following poem as I revelled in the pleasure of reading some really great stuff. 
Is there anything more amazing Than the divine joy of reading? With every book I feel I grow So much to learn, so much to know I’ve travelled the world on these pages Through different cultures, times and ages Engrossed in some awesome creations I've run the gamut of emotions Known characters of every kind Peeked inside the human mind Seen the past , gone in history Tried to unlock future’s mystery Attempted to fathom …

An Introduction

Hi..well I guess I am supposed to give an introduction but I really don't know how to descibe myself or my blog..because tomorrow I may learn something new and the definitions may change..still this is what comes to my mind right now..

A li'l good, a li'l bad A li'l grown up, a li'l childish heart Looking for shapes in a cloud Heard a message, clear and loud The shape changes in an instant Nothing stays, only change is constant Don't get me wrong, i am not fickle I am just complicatedly simple But isn't it the case with everything? Who can claim to be all-knowing? Therein lies the joy of living The endless quest of discovering So in my quest to discover further I decided to become a blogger..