I CHANT... by sathyanarayana (story reading TXT) 📕

I am God; the innocent first born
before nothing did dawn.

A parentless kid I am
with no kith no kin
to nurse, nurture and train.

I am an amorphous whole
filled with nectar called pure love
which I enlaced over human race
my spiritual progeny in the universe.

Oh someone behold
what have they done!

I am scared alas of everything
done in my name and shown as my shape.

I’m worried as well about my devotees,
their airs, their signs and ostentations;
their prayers, their swears
their transgressions and confessions;
their rites, rituals and superstitions.


My pure potent form is torn
into numerous inert icons!
My divine charter is tattered
into numerous religious tenets.

Once I thought
I was the light; I was the might; I was the start;
I was the path and that I was the goal!

Now I feel bereft of my grit;
having been betrayed
by my beloved offshoots.

I am left searching for
someone or something
grandeur in calibre,
superior in strength
to save breath (?) and to preserve
this besieged mystical myth;
or as some atheists say
the mythical mist!


I CHANT, CHANT AND CHANT

Dear God! Do thou hear those prayers;
millions calling thou to take a new Avatar.
Let me recall; what thou did aver:

“Whenever sins sour up and virtues downturn
I will don human form”

As Rama thou killed Ravana; but when?
...eons after that demon’s domain.
As Krishna thou destroyed the wicked kings...
yet the good ones for years fourteen
had to run ruin and remain forlorn.

As Jesus Christ thou bled and as Buddha
said non-violence’s always good.

Since then how many centuries had passed!
Showed up not You, Your splendour!
Hindering what thine comeback; humans wonder!!


Let us take stock and be frank O’ my God!
Do thou possess the same command thou had
on that unknown date you dawned?
I don’t think old age made thou blind
and rendered thine muscles sagged.

I hope thou are not playing truant
hiding behind the black-hole or milky tract
fearing the Satan’s dominance and daunt.

Fear not my Lord! I am here to support
for I know your holiest secret.

Thine name is stronger than thou, O’ the Holy Ghost!!!

I chant, chant and chant to accentuate
thine waning powers into invincible might.

Thou regain thine reign; and in gay abandon
re-create on this planet
...an all new heaven!


PROPHESY

The holy prophesies will sure come true.
No time the humans find to grieve and rue.
The darkest nights will glow with infant Sun
and days will cool with Moon in vibrant run.

His advent; skies are crooning, oh listen.
O’ see the hopeful smiles of stars glisten.
Behold the rivers flow with glitzy glow;
hearken the oceans roar “Jayaho! Jayahoo!.”

Beware O’ man; before that sacred dawn
the dancing demons of the darkness go
allegro! Blow their creepy clarions
and with askance and dread your hearts they stow!

I know; the hideous looks beautiful;
the beautiful frightens with face dreadful.
The right looks wrong and wrong looks right and lo
the searching saints are hit by panic blow!

But wait till ushers in the lovely dawn
when quelling all the qualms, flexes HE, His brawn!!

Text: m.v.s.s.
Images: m.v.s.s
Editing: m.v.s.s
Translation: m.v.s.s.
Publication Date: 03-14-2012

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Dedication:
To Sri Sri Sri Narada Maharshi