Darkness grew, light fell,
They were open, those huge gates of hell.
People screamed as they fell inside,
Only on God was the future relied.
He saw them suffer, but kept mum,
Looking at the people, who turned dumb.
He had given them all a chance,
To encourage spirituality and enhance,
Their spirits as it climbed the golden rod,
On it’s way to find the Almighty God.
Sol, was one of them, but his time was yet to come.
Going the wrong way, he too was turning dumb.
No more was he a little boy,
Found devilish ways of experiencing joy.
But the joy he had, was just temporary and cold,
As he had drinks, drugs, and was in the devil’s hold.
But one day, when to the bar he went,
Found all roads of joy, all bent.
He smelt the brew; his face went pale,
The devil’s hold was bound to fail.
He went home, as he ran around,
And eventually tired, "Slam", fell on the ground.
Lying there all he could was weep,
Crying, crying he finally went to sleep.
In his dream God came to him,
And stood in front of him as the light was dim.
He said, "You have no reason that you should speak
As your spirit is lost, falling and so weak.
Only dirt and hatred fills your heart,
If it stays like this, we shall depart.
You must find me or you will,
Be eating from the devil’s hand, a poisoned pill.
Find me and you shall be freed,
From anger, lust, hatred, jealousy and greed.
Find me, find me, and look for me,
For that is your destiny."
Sol looked at him as he had found,
The path, standing spell bound.
As Sol woke up from his long peaceful sleep,
And looked inside him, so very deep,
He found that it was all-dark,
Was as rough, rougher than the tree’s bark.
A cold chill went till the middle of his bones,
He found that his heart was just made up of stones.
He said to himself, "I am all empty from inside,
To find the Divine, I must find a perfect guide.
Should I not eat even a single barley grain?
And should my body and bare the pain?
Help! Almighty, I am totally stuck,
And am in worst luck.
As I have heard your voice today,
And have understood what you have to say,
I will, by all means, go and search for you,
Under the divine sky painted blue.
And as I know that from eternity,
God’s prophets have endured adversity.
That, everywhere disaster takes its course,
But retrieves when feels the divine force.
Almighty Source, here I come,
Though from head to toe, I am totally numb."
Sol had now made up his mind,
No matter what happens, it’s now Him he must find.
Leaving his work, and his house behind,
He set out on a journey to conquer his mind.
To seek every corner, and watch the world pass by,
Even if to find the truth, he must die.
He thought, "How can we be happy when,
We have not risen any higher from being men?
Now in the world, the turn is now mine,
To search eternity, following the Dio’s design.
Siddartha also searched alone, but I am so weak,
Or should sit in a corner, morning as I can’t speak?
Divines words to me make perfect sense,
But to go out on this journey, I have no experience.
But still all my courage will I bind,
And God is whom I must find."
He walked, walked for the whole day,
With short regular stops for him to pray.
In the evening, he reached a church,
Looking for the Alpha & Omega he had to search.
He went inside and sat on a chair,
Moving his finger and playing with his hair.
Suddenly emerged a black gowned priest,
Who looked like just returned from the devil’s feast.
He looked at Sol as he came,
And asked him his story, in Christ’s name.
Sol hesitated, but told till the story’s end,
Thinking the priest to be his friend.
The priest got him to rise and walk with him,
To the altar where the light was dim.
He made Sol kneel down,
Bringing to his evil face a frown.
He asked Sol to accept the Christian Law,
And told him to find all that is dirty and raw.
But Sol recognised this evil trick.
As some one was throwing at him a brick.
He looked at the priest, and turned aside,
To such rules, he could no more abide.
He stared at the priest’s strange appearance,
This life and his past had no difference.
Thinking about this he got horrified,
He ran out, pushing the priest aside.
Once again he had escaped the devil’s hold,
And nearly got his spirit sold.
Again he heard Almighty’s voice,
Finding him was his only choice.
He looked up and said, "I will for sure find Thee,
For that is my destiny."
Sol was still on the street, all alone,
Just some moving flesh in the bone.
He could from inside hear his soul,
"Please pull me out of this dark sucking hole".
And as soon as he saw a Mosque, he ran to it,
Hoping this way of finding The Source might be fit.
As he went in, he stood on a lonely side,
But to stay there or not, he couldn’t decide.
Then suddenly he heard a shout from out there,
From out the door, filling his heart with fear.
Hindus and Muslims again had a fight,
And this time it had reached it’s height.
Hindus say, "In the idol does reside,
The great Pashhupati, who does decide,
The superiority of out faith."
Hearing this a Muslim saith,
"You eat the meat of the black hairy pig,
And your burial graves you do not dig.
Allah has no form, formless he is.
Your kind of worship is totally useless."
Suddenly a cow came running in front.
With their swards the Muslims were ready to hunt.
They killed the cow saying " Allah ho Akhbar ",
The insult the Hindus will always remember
The killing of their holy animal in front of the crowd,
Only the killing of a Muslim will make them proud.
Sol watched it all, with his two bare eyes,
Watching them he could decide,
Both Hindus & Muslims threw their lives to waste,
For killing each other as they haste.
Once again he had escaped the devil’s hands,
Now he was on search of other in other lands.
Sol went off to the city to find God’s fame,
But no one there had even heard his name.
"What God? He does not exist", one said to him,
"You are just playing on your mind’s rim.
Come in; help me sell this honey,
A man’s pride is only in the bags of money.
And late I will be going tonight,
Join me, and watch the chickens fight.
One fights till the rest are hurt,
Your God is nothing but a pile of dirt."
The Mayor of the city had chickens to fight.
Heaps of money he earned every night.
He laughed & enjoyed as people placed their bets,
To see which one takes the other’s head.
But one chicken in the fight was not like the rest.
He stood still while the other fought their best.
He just stood, and watched the other,
As to him, nothing did bother.
The rest fought and fought,
And did exactly as they were taught.
Then they grew tired and it was time to decline,
So falling, and crying, they walked out of the line.
But this one chicken stood in the middle, totally still,
Quiet in the middle until,
The rest fought, trapped in the mind,
Peace is not what they could find.
As this chicken one, only standing,
There was no one demanding,
Their share of the profit, as there was no one,
Who bet their money for this quite one.
Sol watched it all, very carefully,
As the chicken who won the fruit very fruitfully.
But the city was no place for Sol,
Because here he would slip and fall.
So he went off wondering again,
All his energy, as he had to regain.
Hearing words of God, "Look for me, find me,
For that is your destiny."
As peace had shown Sol its power,
To attain God Almighty was his only desire.
He walked to the forest, in nature’s lap,
To find peace, he needed no map.
He walked to a forest, and looked around,
At the nature whose beauty had no bound.
He looked at the tree, he looked at the grass,
Not reacting to his thoughts, he just let them pass.
He listened to the animals, he listened to the birds,
And enjoying with them, the melody of there words.
Here, he could feel the peace inside,
So, to stay here, he did decide.
He felt the tree, and saw some leaking sap,
When from behind him, he felt a slight tap.
It was am image of God standing behind him.
Just like the dream where the light was dim.
He fell to God’s feet, and surrendered himself fully,
In a second, connected to Him he was totally.
"At last I have found peace, and in that I found thee.
I’ll stay on your company, for that is my destiny."
