NOT JUST CAKES AND EGGS

God, there must be a reason why you don’t show your face anymore;

Though in signs who have shown your existence, in the land of fools it is often misinterpreted,

There is pardon and mercy only in Your name, but they cannot get enough even from the blood that was shed;

I surrender to you completely, but let this not be a contest; You hate spiritual pride, don’t You?

Entangled in all these confusions are Your own people, they say they are liberated souls, I believe they are wrong and the nights are still cold.

She said You will punish me, is it true? Tell me that she is wrong, that she doesn’t know You yet.

They said they believe in miracles, what great miracle they want when they don’t even hear the tap in their house leaking.

There was a ring which she believed that could define her, she waited and waited till she realized that there was nothing as such, I saw the cross and the burden.

I felt You years ago, there was this ripping of flesh feeling when You touched me.

I am not even an inch closer to the earthy definition of word ‘pure’, and that is why I am writing this note to You, but I already know what Your reply will be,

After hours it will be another day, and I have to find Thee in all the mysterious of this world.

*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.