Method in Madness

A slither, a slide,
a flutter, a glide.
A hop, a leap,
a focus, a peep.
A swim, a crawl,
a hiss, a bawl.
A bite, a sting,
a pounce, a spring.
A creep, a sprint,
a stare, a squint.
A fur, a scale.
A male-turned-female.
A trunk, a snout,
a beak, a mouth.
A woof, a caw,
a talon, a paw.
A wing, a fang,
a shark, a tang.
A stripe, a spot,
a few, a lot.

Random - there's no such thing.
A method is in what they sing.
The vast variety in nature -
paints God's own caricature.
Brims with ferocity yet full of love.
Man, the animal, is never above.

"There's No God"

So minuscule - the eyes can't see it.
The key to life lies within.
Not all visitors does it inside permit.
Though holy, labelled the original sin.

What happens next - again unseen.
The growth is mad. Old clothes can't be worn.
Welcomed by people happy and keen,
Nine months later, a new life is born.

So minuscule - the eyes can't see it.
From it, journeys of death begin.
Rarely people survive after being hit.
Millions lose, only a thousand win.

It cares not if it's an old man or teen.
Spreads gloom in hearts, and hides the dawn.
No matter how strong one has been,
When the time arrives, what's gone is gone.

The invisible becomes visible.
The visible becomes invisible.
These mysteries mind can comprehend not.
The invincible becomes vincible.
The vincible becomes invincible.
For, the Universe itself grew from a tiny dot.

Marvels I see,
of miracles I hear.
The heart feels glee
as well as fear.

I ask you queries.
You negatively nod.
And it really worries (me)
when you say, "There's no God".

Aham Brahmaasmi

In the drop of paint that unites bristles;
In the notes of music born out of reeds
Is one of the most fulfilling deeds,
Completing which the heart joyously sizzles.

While holding a pencil to make a sketch,
While twisting the legs to make a step,
While saying a joke to make feel pep,
While producing music with a magical touch.

While giving shape to a mound of clay,
While stringing words to make a verse,
While knitting yarn to make a purse
Moments of idleness does a man slay.

While breathing life into an inanimate figure,
While chiseling an idol out of a rock
Mortality does the creator mock.
His/her heart does grow bigger and bigger.

Glowing bright, creative light
Exhibits its eternal, joy-giving force.
An artist in his/her life's course
Demons many does he/she tirelessly fight.