At Peace - A Poem

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Birds would not cease to fly
Clouds would not stop to rain
Even won't last the so-called pain
Calm your mind and let the fear drain
Its the mighty rulers' reign
Do not worry and do not cry
Happiness will come your way
You won't even have to try
Just sing the songs of peace
Compose yourself and feel at ease
Live up to what God may please
Stand tall and make a promise
To him and to me,
"Let there be peace in this world
And let it begin with me."

By Deepa Goyal

Is or Isn't God?

If god was to rule existence,
One would not live to die one day.
If god was a torch,
Darkness won't ever blind our way.
If god was the protector,
One would never feel insecure.
If god was to preach peace,
Wars would not be known at all.
If god was to be the ruler,
Crime would also abide by law.
If god could make miracles come by,
World peace would be not dream but true.

But if god was to exist at all
A baby would not die at birth.
If god was to exist at all
To a prayer, he would reply.
If god was to exist at all
People would not die of hunger.
If god was to exist at all
Life would mean more than politics and war.
Crime would vanish from here and from far.
Love would unite and love would rule
And love will help for peach to prevail.

But what if god doesn't exist at all?
But what if god is but a thought after all?
A thought of unknown existence
A thought of faith's presence.
A thought of a well-wishers' subsistence.
A thought of love's prevalence.
A thought of a friend so loving
A though of someone so caring.
A thought to guide us through good times and bad
A thought to unite us in happy times and sad.
A thought for all good thoughts to replace the bad ones.
A thought to regain the lost peace in this sad world.
A thought to think on better lines.
The lines to lead us to joyous, merry times.

A thought, neither matter nor magic.
A thought, ruled by no logic.
A thought, a wish, a dream
A wish of wish fulfilled.
To see the good within the bad
And gladness in the sad.
To see the end to be a beginning.
To see not destruction, but mending.
To see the beauty in all so ugly.
To trust the future and enjoy the present
To see the strength among the weak
A wish to achieve all you seek
To make us follow a path so righteous
A wish for ony good to rule and guide us.

Who is god but the one unknown?
However we know him, he is but more.
If we try to measure, the scale would end long before.
He is the land, the see and he is also shore.
He is less and he is more.
But such a thing-unseen, unknown
Is it not or is it so?
Is it just a prank and nothing more?
The question is not new but ages old.
The answer is but a mystery with all we know.
But if thought could ask the question
Thought only would reply
Someday, someone would succeed somehow
Hope is all to take us now
But someday we will know for sure
Someday, somewhere, somehow...

By Deepa Goyal