God - No - I'M Poem by Nirmal Kumar Thapa

Playing within my childhood;
Rose a hope to meet God,
More like a being;
And reared a question to inquire,
"Hello"
"How are you? "
"My eyes searching for you,
since thousands of years"?
To him, but anon;
At the end my childhood
I don't see, the presence of any God!
Who created the earth and mankind?
Certainly an experience will smack me,
And a quality of Godliness;
In existence
It is an eminence, a mighty power!
Not a being,
As I thought in my infancy;
What an ardor is to meet to God!
Love is like it;
More like silence,
And more like joy;
Less like a being!
My search for God wrecked here,
Conclusion is formed that;
God is not a visible soul,
But only a presence, to feel,
A fragrance to, smell!
I listen to my own listening;
What my heart smells is, that;
God is a presence;
Deep at the innermost core of my own being
It is the presence of my own!
With contentment of bliss I desire not to feel God,
Entire quest of mine were at vainest,
And my know-how says;
I, m a God, myself;
No more hopes leveraging to meet the power,
Who created the world, beyond the skies!
Except I;
From Nirmal to Crystal,
Soupcon journey;
With immense triumph,
To understand God;
Not superficially,
But feel from inside;
Chasing the shadow of knowingness,
Dancing, rejoicing and celebrating,
Oh, I cognized my being-ness.