If only there was an instrument to measure the sincerity of words,

We wouldn't have to hate
       words
                  love
                  ourselves -
                        .
           for having so many flaws
               Too many scars.

You are the one who bring smile on my face,
If you are with me then t can win all the race.
Your smile, nature and  happiness recharges me,
To make myself as humble be,
Considering you as a caretaker and my support strength,
This friendship of you and mine have a huge length.
If someone try to cut it I will make the thread tied,
Let we promise each other never this bond be died...
         Thanks.  
     Ayush Gupta

Forgive me.

Forgive me for not asking your forgiveness.
For not accepting you as a savior.
For not believing the mythology
embedded in the narratives.
For not condemning the subsequent religion
as inattentive to your instruction.
For condoning the charlatans
who steal money wielding your image.
For tolerance of the spiritual quagmire
permitting no advance.
For passiveness at the psychological torture
and centuries of persecution
performed in your name.

All in the name of an individual
who taught the simple supremacy
of Love...

Your memory deserves
a better testament.

-fr