God’s Face

I look at old Renaissance pictures To see god, a white man, with a beard And strong eyes, as I picture how I  Saw God’s face. I saw him like a man, So weary, that his eyes were dropping out of the eye sockets, and the mouth, was whispering Something that we humans didn’t want…

God

There is nothing more subjective than god. Some people carry him in their pockets, Some on their tongue, Some on their back, While other they camouflage god Inside profanities, And still god, he creeps through Cracks in your system, Beautifying that strange sanctum Called the soul, with bullet Proof walls. God is just Weatherproofing tomorrow…

God Days

  You’re tired to the brink, to the collar bone Sedimenting on beds and reclining chairs. The long plod of life As hostile as a mammoth scorpion Reversing for a fight. These are the days you remember God When that stubborn strain of weariness Regulates your movements You’re like a potato, the couch kind, Still…

God

Only god gets to say Looking in the eye with a little arrogance, “you’re fired”, while flipping his quarter pounder hair Like a Big Mac, striking fear through every muscle On the chin and cheek. And still there’s something about God That you just cannot ignore. Like the mogul heart and boyish twitter account, A…

The Man on the Mirror

Transfixation is a pristine mirror. The glass painted on one side and self reflected on the other I’m sitting in the front seat of a bus, looking At the rear view mirror. I know what is chasing me. The weeds that grow taller than the cultivars. The predators that run faster than the prey. You…

It takes more than Speedos to make an Olympian

Micheal Phelp’s speedos And Usain Bolt’s track-shorts Weighed so little, a few grams at most But that heart inside the flesh suit That wobbled and quaked, when they felt the tingling strokes Or mercurial pace-mongers Yet rose to the occasion – weighed a lot lot more…… For it takes a million tons of iron and…

Little White Church 2

A little white church by the coast Seemingly with brined walls Tasting of sea-salt The type that cassocked men Devour tequilas with, licking the wall cover To counter the bitter taste Of faith going south And those empty naves And pews were now filled with night owls And caterpillars, even the scavenging crows And the…

Little White Church

From an amphitheater Of one martyr to a ghost town Where the fragrance of souls And stubs of candles still hover Like alien space crafts UFOs – Unidentified Flying Objects Seemingly there is no glory in church In a rundown colonial edifice Cracks emerging like in the bastion of faith Plastered by story-telling Visibly this…

God Illusion and Darwin Delusion

I remember a long time ago, while playing one-to-one basketball with a priest, I asked him, how can a catholic scientist like me, choose between evolution and creationism. To which he answered saying, even for evolution to happen, there should be some minimal level of life available on earth, and that was god’s doing –…

A Note About Catholicism

Being a catholic in this day and age can be a tricky thing, especially when you are a warm blooded male, as I’ve read many a time on many catholic fora, after all, it is said that the man armed with testosterone, is unable to keep his ammunition inside his pants. This is conditional Catholicism,…