Faith ???

I haunt in the temples,churches & mosques,
Chant a thousand names of God,
But i can't renew my faith.

I am sad, have lost all the hope,
Trying to fight the monsters in dark alleys,
I look at the sky to find my cloud with silver lining,
And all i see is the grey sky, drowning the city with constant tears.

No,No, I can't renew my faith.

There is not a smile,which can make me smile,
There is not a song, which can make me sing,
Tell me Mr.Priest, what i have to do to renew my faith in faith again ?
What fees do i have to pay to be a part of the humans again ?


I am lost on a never ending journey,
I don't know where to stop,
to stop at the temple to say my prayers,
Or to stop & to stare at the high noon sun shining,
Or to stop & look at the child,smiling at me
Or to stop at the super market & buy me a orange-soda.
Or not to stop & just to move on & on.

O ! Tell me please,the never ending skies, the ever still and roaring ocean,
What should i do to renew my faith in faith again ??
and now they say, since i don't have faith in faith,
I ought to kept in chains and hidden in closet,
But i say, let me know,
And i want to know,
where should i get my cup of faith now ??

So now i am hidden from everyone's prying eyes,
I am a devil they say,
But i am not devil,
I am just a Musafir who has lost his way.

I don't believe in rituals,
and the mindless presentations to please God,
I am just looking for a inner voice to guide me in hard times,
A voice that i have lost.

The voice is my God,my lover,my friend,
But i have lost it,
And with that i have lost my faith.

And they say " the everyone",look for the signs,
I look for the Cross,Aum, stars, moon & the fire.
But i still can't see any signs of faith.

So tell me what to do,to get back to the faith.
What price do i have to pay,are there any fees to enter,
Faith's Gates again ?

Shweta and Sylvia have written this. The word faith has troubled me a lot during the last couple of days. And somewhere i felt that i have the lost the personal relationship i used to share with God. Hence the song)

Comments

  1. PrasannaApril 4, 2010 at 10:56 PM

    It feels better when you write your mind out right? Well written and hope you find your faith soon!

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