M.D Dinesh Nair

(Thrissur/Vijayawada)

THE DIVIDE


Oftener than ever before
As I look upwards to the sky
God astonishes me
With His calm infinite.

As I hear the chirping of the birds
Next He surprises me
With His voice sweet.

And as I eat my loaf of bread
Soon He consoles me
With His empathy unbound.

Someone reads out from a page of colours
The sketches of things around me
And my lips too chant,

'This blue planet and its charms,
This life and its manifestations,
And the marvel of the human race
Tell me time and again about Him
And I am drunk and God is my intoxicant
He is my redeemer for reasons tender'.

A lingering question blows out
Two men come forward with their answers.

They quote from the scriptures,
“He takes away to His heaven
Those ones He likes most”.
But the truth is thundering around us,
‘The wicked are left on this world
To have a five star life’.

A clash between a doctrine and a fact
Makes me sit back and think over for once.

Oftener than ever before again
As I brood over things more realistic
Godlessness scares me
With his portrait painted with a worn out brush.

As I hear about famine and wretchedness of a human stock
He disheartens me
With his hymns written in human tears
As I see the visuals of devastation and deprivation
He storms the fortress of my human concerns
With his absence recorded for verification.

Someone speaks from a dais higher than usual
About a world not too far from us
And I too begin to see its myriad forms.

This miserable world and its pathos,
This struggle for survival and its escalations
And the bitter truths of the other world untold
Tell me a thousand times to keep my mind above fancying.
I am now sober and he is doomed for ever
And I cannot be his redeemer for no reason.

I remain sadder
And perhaps more shattered...

Submitted: Sunday, July 21, 2013
Edited: Thursday, January 02, 2014

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This poem will not be read by God and question of the divide will be persistently asked by me and many.

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  • Diane Hine (7/25/2013 7:01:00 AM)

    Sometimes the divisions within individuals are as traumatic as the divisions between individuals.
    Always a feast of thought in your poems. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (7/21/2013 9:03:00 PM)

    Dear Thomas A Robinson,
    There is no supremacy claimed here.. I am wondering why the world should be in a devastated state if there is God who created it. I am not to look upwards to my father but to the father of all. The denouncement is not a matter of personal concern. The mire into which the majority has fallen inescapably is the source of thought and if I were to seek peace of mind for myself by trying to reach out to that God, I would be just one among the many. The question is not arising out of the cataract but out of all seeing eyes.
    Dear Valsa,
    I am questioning but you know pretty well that the answers cannot be satisfying. The subject discussed is expected to let you all tell that the world around us is not a wonder to reciprocate to. The diametrical surfacing of things enticing and distracting is just a matter of human interest. Since you are my reader, I appear to be persistently asking questions whereas I am wondering whether my random readers could be made to raise their eyebrows. Thank you for your equations of thoughts in spite of your different stand. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (7/21/2013 7:10:00 PM)

    There is a struggle inside of you and the war rages but you are on both sides.
    And you ate tearing yourself apart, you against yourself.
    If you denounce God then denounce yourself. If there is no God the you become the supreme being and
    lay claim to the title. The devide represents the cayon you have fallen into. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/21/2013 11:59:00 AM)

    Dinesh, I see again and again the persistent questioner in you! The paradoxes of life are often puzzling, not only to you but to everyone! When you keep your rational mind above 'fancying' and (as you claim) when you become more 'sober', unfortunately you grow sadder and more shattered....! But those who 'fancy' things and grow more 'irrational', they are comforted and strengthened! That's all the difference! ..... Any way this is an amazing write making one sit and ponder over the incongruities or absurdities of life! (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (7/21/2013 11:08:00 AM)

    Good write. enjoyed reading it...Wicked ones are left to have a five star life...So true...I remain sadder and shattered...Very well said...Interesting to read... (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (7/21/2013 10:55:00 AM)

    They say that the meek shall inherit the earth - seems the other way round to me, the wealthy get the best deal. Enjoyed reading your poem Dinesh, full of disillusionment. (Report) Reply

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