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Poem copyright Suresh:
I went to church and came back with a candle which couldn’t light
I went to Mosque and came back with smell of blood on my shirt
I went to temple and came back hurt
Went home, found a river, cried alone,
My lord, I have lost
Who are you? Where are you?
I couldn’t find you in any prayer place.
Tears in my eyes, heart bleeding
I settled for what I found inside myself
I settled for heart with love
I settled for no-mind and non judgment
I settled for breathing slowly
I searched the trio everywhere
Finally found them in rest and awareness
I found then Jesus waiting at Mohammad’s place
Since then I haven’t been to prayer house
But just carried prayer within
Now I meet Mohammad, Jesus, Krishna everyday
Not in prayer houses
But in hearts.
They all look same
But wear different clothes.
Somewhere I still bleed at prayer houses
But I found healing balm in love
Love
Suresh
I never belong any religion at least by practice. I enjoy fragrances from Bible as much I enjoyed verses from Quran or Gita.
Years back I went to my friend my dear friend Mansoor’s house for a Biriyani(spicy flavored rice) on a Muslim festival. As I entered his house I found a beautiful cross hanging on his wall.
I couldn’t resist photographing it. As I was looking into it, Mansoor quoted Rumi’s beautiful words“I am not a Christian, I am not a Jew, I am not a Zoroastrian,
and I am not even a Muslim”& “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there”
My friend Mansoor follows the path of Sufi, to him there is nothing else except love. Sufi’s believe Mohammad and Jesus are fruits of same tree.
I photographed this beautiful cross at his house in Mysore. I wrote above poem there inspired by what happened at that moment along with this photograph, I thought I could share it with you today. Hope you enjoyed it too.
Love
Suresh
Brilliant and outstanding !
Great combination of outstanding photograph and heart wrenching poetery!. I like the way you have poetically described the war of religions. your sentence that says “I still bleed at prayer places” really touched my heart. I loved this photo so much
thank you for this wondeful oasis of blog
When I read your title i felt offened but when i read your poem I had tears i my eyes. It is so beautiful and true.
GLORIOUS. Thank you.
H.
Outstanding once again. The same feelings comes to me from time to time
Hope that i could truly grasp the truth
wonderful sire,
I recall one of the jagjit sing gazal he ” na me hindu hun na musalman , muzhe jeenedo . Dosti he mera imaan muzhe jeenedo ..”
Beautiful!!
@Bach, same lines came to my mind while reading this post
At a time when manifestations of religious intoelrance in one form or the other meet the eye whichever part of the globe we tread in, yours is an excellent piece of poetry that advocates for ‘Love’ as the only universal religion. Hope this message reaches the religious fanatics. On a different note, I can see this as a befitting tribute to our outgoing President APJ Kalam whom the world respects as a true apostle of Secularism in words as well as action. Thanks Suresh for your trials to awaken the sleeping human consciousness.
Thanks Arun ,and thanks to Bach & prashanth for the Track : Main Na Hindu Na Musalman you have quoted is from a album called Mirage (1995) and the Lyrics by Shahid Kabir , it had a music by Talat Aziz . thanks for sharing
excellent thoughts expressed so beautifully. This the crying need of the times. I agree with you only LOVE matters not the religious fanaticism
I look forward to growing up along with my 3 week old son – as he gets older over the years I’d like to take him to mosques and pray along with Muslims, go to a church along with Christians, and of course our magnificient ancient Hindu temples as well which I’ve developed a deeper appreciation after seeing this post Garbha :Secrets behind Womb, Temple bell and your prayers! – and rediscover the universal brotherhood brotherhood all over again
Jazz
“When I found Jesus waiting at Mohammad’s house!”
I can hear Billie Holliday singing your poem.
I can hear Charles Mingus ripping an assertive bass line.
I can hear Miles Davis’ trumpet consoling.
Branford Marsalis, with his sax, informs them and brings your poem into a contemporary context.
Riffing, and I’m digging everything!
Peace,
“Guided by the Ancestors”
The poem and the post are outstandingly beautiful, Suresh!
I believe one day the humanity till realise that all realigions are just the flowers on the same tree…If it will not – there is no way to stop fighting…
thank you for ever beautiful and deep messages!..
You are a dangerous person Suresh because you have half baked knowledge.It’s still not too late,wake up and understand what’s happening around and the root cause of it.For God’s sake do not compare krishna with Mohammad.They have absolutely nothing in common.
The message given by Gita is poles apart than the message given by Koran.You read them both,think about it and then I am sure you won’t write a disgusting poem like this again.