I have a question, Sir?

I have a question, Sir?

or maybe a billion to ask,

Is it an existential crisis,

or rising inflation graph?

Are blinded folks, raped by faith,

or faith is raped by blinded trust?

Does power lust after babaji’s chola,

or babas seduce the powerwallahs?

.

I have a question, Sir?

or I may have a billion.

Does peace love solitude,

or coexists with multitudes?

If self-attainment is an inner sanctum,

isn’t religion, an overhyped fulcrum?

Amidst chaos & cacophony

of ideological diktat, how, why,

for what, the faith remains, intact?

 

Peace

I have a question, Sir?

or maybe a billion, all are

unanswered, floating in one

universe, searching for the right

match. or for an unmatched parallel

universe, that may exist in another

milky way, where answers come

first, and questions may remain

floating, in a parallel universe.

PS : At the juxtaposition of our hands,

between my raised finger and his open palm,

there is a path to a sagar manthan,

to liberation and redemption,

Parting the ebb and flow of high tides,

churning the seas and climbing the roaring skies.

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