The Signs/Science of God

Am i doing the right thing?
Am i making the right decision?
is this career meant for me?
is this person meant for me?
For every vacillation of mind, in every confabulation with myself, on every path i walk, i look for signs...signs of god.. i look for them so i find them. or i find them because i look for them, i don’t know..
(u could call me indecisive, dependent, unsure and i would gleefully accept.)
i have felt on such occasions when strings of indecisiveness hold me back that i always have some "pointers" that help me...like milestones on the highway roads, i literally have found signs littered everywhere on the blind turns of my life. and i jus cant be happier today having followed them till date..
i have written several poems and articles about my favorite brand (GOD) but this one written six years ago enjoys a special status..with a malnourished vocab and an unposlished language. call it raw and pure..the words untarnished by usage(as ayn rand wud say)..i hold it as my dearest baby...till date if my parents ask me to showcase my (non-existing) talent to some unsuspecting guest...i choose this one... till date every time i read this one i cant hold back the pearls of reverence to Him from rolling down my cheeks..



The Signs/Science of God

A gentle breeze of whispers blows
the soul shivers, the heart quivers
an eerie silence permeates the air
and then a thought begins to grow
those whispers, I try to figure out
never felt or heard them ever about.

The signs of god, I call them now
you find them where, decipher them how?

On the boulevard of life, I often meet
on the shores of my dreams now and then
those ubiquitous harbingers do often greet
yet perchance I don’t find them when
I yearn for them, I need them most
yet perhaps they are there to see me through
when I am desolate, when I am lost.

The signs of god, I call them now
you find them where, decipher them how?

This levity of almighty that’s played on us
that manifests itself in blessings or curse
when problems abundant,paranoia rife
these clues are there to take us through
the clueless dreary desert of life
but, these impalpable signs command
an ambit that far transcends
any limit that we ever know
for they come so fast
and we act so slow.

The signs of god, I call them now
you find them where, decipher them how?


When I was young,
when I learnt to walk
with tiny hands clasped
by the big ones who could stalk
since that day when I first fell
and the grass beneath that I could smell
till today when I take big strides
today, when my soul confides
that now when I have ran so fast
covered a few milestones in the past
every milestone bears some signs
which rescue me whenever my heart pines.

The signs of god, I call them now
I find them all over, to them I make a bow..............