#speakpune

And if I told you,

That your God was just as cruel and ruthless as you That he is just a man with lust Very much like me and you.

He dreams of women’s body And contemplates on his, whilst looking in the mirror He too marches on freshly  watered gardens, barefoot He cries to sleep a few night, Haven’t you wondered why the rains  On untimely sights

And if I told you,

That your God was just as vague and helpless as you That he is just a man with his beliefs Very much like me and you.

He prays to all the mothers, And wishes he could sleep on his mother’s lap. He too wishes his father taught him how to make a difference.  Haven’t you seen how he adores them, And gifts us all that pleasure.

And if I told you, That there was no God That there is just a man, like you Like me Whose ideas need to be  molded like a toddlers, Steps guided like a teenager, Whose Ideas beheld like an adult, And nurtured like those we do for the old.

There is no God and religion  And I tell you, it’s a hoax What it is, is an idea. A name, given to that ultimate power of the universe Which teaches love and compassion. There is no your God or mine. There is just a man we uphold.

If I told you, That your God makes the same mistakes you do, That he is just a man who is as vulnerable,  As you As me

Then why are you so hard on yourself only ? And If there was a god ? Then you tell me how you’d want him to be, Because he too, Would be just a man, Nothing less. Nothing more  Just like you. Just like me.