A Third Coming?

KNOW THE ‘WHY’; FORGET THE REST


The ‘When’ and the ‘How’
Stimulate his mind
Towards half-baked theories
On the origin of mankind.
He talks of Crunches and Bangs,
Of black holes and dark matter,
Of infinite space and infinite time,
Endless prattle, idle chatter.

The gift of reasoning,
The power of thought
Which arrogant man
Has from somewhere got,
Is used by him
More often today
To explain the existence
Of its Giver away,
Quite as X
Would use Y’s pen
To pull him down
In the eyes of men.
The gift is taken for granted
The ‘Why’ never interests man,
As that probing would be exacting,
He would rather be Darwin’s fan.
Charlie boy, rise from your grave
And help the world to see wrong from right.
Would you rate a selfless do-gooder,
On par with a selfish and cunning sprite?

Hollow rhetoric, mere verbose
Reams and tapes for no reason
Except to pander to the basest of senses
And proclaim aloud the hegemony of Mammon.
Clamour and clutter,
Confusion and chaos,
A melange of unrest,
Erosion of ethos.
Will there be a Third Coming
Of Jesus the Christ?
Or a rebirth of Lord Vishnu
As man disguised?
For did not they say
That they would come again,
Whenever they would see
Their precepts in vain,
To tell all men around
That the mind is to be employed
To seek and understand
The pure Self, unalloyed?


Turn inward, a little will do,
The Lord is there at close quarters,
Give up your quest for the When and the How
Know the Why, obey His orders.
Shafts dug deep into diamond mines,
Spaceships launched far off into Space
Distract man and lure him away
From the near-at-hand divine grace,
Which serves to Know and not just know
Enables to Be, and not just be
And while Being, serve to launch
A veritable deluge of spirituality,
For black and white and brown and yellow
Rich and poor and fast and slow
To give and take, accept and offer
For eyes to well up at another’s woe.
Sink your shafts and get out the gold
To feed and clothe the millions
Languishing in gut-wrenching misery
Else worthless are your bullions.


The ‘Why’ of muscle and the ‘Por que’ of the brain
Not to be one-up on the less-endowed.
It is rather an unspoken divine command
Do His bidding – silently, untold