when i was born, i was free,

when i was born, 

i was free,

without a name 

without a cast  or creed  

my past  was the essence of love my parents shared between them 

and future were the dreams they nurtured for me 

i got a name and a family at a price 

i was no longer myself

i was someones son, nephew , brother.... 

they told me god created the universe 

i wondered 

that did it really would have mattered  if my parents would not have created me 

whenever as a child  i fell sick, i saw my mother praying

and when i woke up in the middle of the night ,

i always saw my mother 

the god was never there 

and my father on earth always held my hand 

i dont know about our father in heaven 

as i grew up 

i felt the cobwebs tangle my being 

i was defined by a religion and dazzled by faith 

and when nothing else worked 

i was coerced by rhetorics

of  angles and demons, of devil and god

it was a serendipity 

that  as i plotted to steal my younger brothers chocolates, 

i discovered the devil ,

and when he came to know of the plot , he gave me those chocolates

alas i saw god

my bully classmate pushed me,   i fell and  i felt a demon

the class teacher picked me up, and i saw the eyes of an angel 

so easy it was 

they were so close to us 

and we grope into volumes to find them

i know when i die 

i will not carry any Karmic debts along 

for there are none 

my conscious is responsible for the acts i intentionally commit 

and then it is also defined by the bias of my conscious 

if i get sucked up into the vortex of greed i die un-contented  

but if i accept the truth that i was born naked 

i will die in peace 

with myself