Monday, November 24, 2008

The Agnostic


Billions believe!
Millions do not!
Sans an inkling of
Belonging to either clique,
Marooned, in the isle
Of vacillation...
Confounded by dogmata
Of the twain coteries...
Arises the qualm-
Rationale or Reverence?
One engenders elevation
Of the self...
One renders sanctuary
In the chimerical sheath
Of the Tutelary’s grace...
Head and heart, in unison,
Opt to eschew either.
Serene is the soul, now.

2 comments:

Ramakrishnan said...

Terrific stuff ! Well composed.Flows smoothely. Great command and usage of words.

Uncle

Vineeth said...

Dint read it properly the first time, guess I was half asleep. An amazing post. Unbelievable flow of words. Keep posting Shilpa, looking forward to more.