A Prayer
Let Me Go Back in Time
Oh Lord Almighty
Look at me
Listen to my prayer
For once.
Where are you?
At times I feel
I see you
And know you.
Are you on the net
Or on the mobile
And also listening
To your walkman?
Are you chewing gum!
Or are you asleep
In the Heavens or
The skies beyond
The blue?
My Lord,
Wake up, wake up
What?
You say you are
Anyway listening.
Then listen my Lord,
Listen carefully
The matter is too serious for me.
Don’t be a bully.
Lord, Take me
Back in Time
Let me be in a cave
With a bear
Let me be under a tree
With a wolf
Let my Gods be
The spirits
Of the trees, earth, skies
Of rivers and the breeze
Of the hills and wild flowers
Of the spirits of things
Not existing.
Who needs these temples
Churches and mosques.
I will worship
All trees-animals-rocks
Who needs these celebrities
And their malls
I will refrain from
All alcohols
Lord, take away
These Ramas-Krishnas
Other Gods and demigods
Take back your only son Jesus.
He is being used by the Pope
He says you are on a dope.
The Krishna Leelas are
No more fun
Poor and women
Have been shunned
Take away Moses and Allahs
They have killed many and more
Who needs your prophets
Saints, Sufis, or goons
The priest warps them
Up very soon.
Lord,
Let me go back in Time.
Let me by a river live
Counting pebbles and ripples
Every widening
Let me by a banyan tree live in void
I need no Buddha
To occupy it.
Lord, you are so naughty,
You first create duality
And then send a shankara
For unity.
You first create sorrow
And then send a Buddha
For compassion.
You first create a war
With neighbors and
Then send a Jesus
For understanding Love.
Why these double games
My Lord
Let me live by a
River flowing
Let me go back
In Time
Let me be
With the earth innocent,
The skies scared, with the
breeze flowing pure
Let me live with
Animals and flowers
And not tame or shape them.
Send the cows to the forest
Send the hens to the jungle
Send the horses into wilderness
Let the sheep run away
Let the goat go to the mountains
May each find their abode
But, not around tamed
By this human being
Not around with the
Cannibals modern
Lord let me go back
In time.
Who needs these religions
Anyway, dividing me
And my brother
Who needs these armies
Defending me from my
Father, defending
Strips of land with
Borders not existing.
Who needs these modern
Gadgets, TVs, computers, microwaves
And washing machines.
These industries and mills
Cause new diseases
They chew human hearts
And eat up human brains.
They kill fingers and skills.
They make every being
A machine
Every home a casino
And every temple
A brothel.
Every brain has become
a square computer
And, every computer
A new God.
Lord, they say you
Are dead-demolished
And forever gone.
Who needs these lifestyles
Of speed – superhighways
They kill trees ancient
And, I have no where
To go.
Now water is no more pure
And you cannot breathe
I sleep with an oxygen cylinder
It is no more life, you know.
There is no space open
There is no sky clear
There are no hearts with love
There are no brains with goodness
Anymore.
Lord, take me back
In Time.
To live by a river flowing
Dancing and singing
With children and fellow beings
Who needs an audience
And these performing arts
These perverted paintings
And these perverted Picassos
Of perverted buying and selling
With perverted printed money
Lord, take me back
In Time
I promise I will live
By my needs
I will take and give
Generously
Why the bargains, why the
Markets, why store anything
Not even thoughts
You say!
Why the kings and colonies
Why the imports and exports
Why exploit any being
Why these dictators or
Democracies, they keep
Declaring wars on matters
Not existing – only imagined
Why these armies
They fight themselves
Each becoming his
Own enemy.
Who needs these politicians,
Lawyers or judges
They are all criminals
Playing cat and mouse
With me and
You too.
The police is the mafia
And it’s no more a secret
You see.
Who needs these business schools
And management institutes
They manipulate minds,
Money and myths too.
Who needs these shares and banks
A few gamble with
My child’s money.
Who needs these bars,
Casinos and pubs.
Lord, I promise
I will eat when hungry
A few seasonal berries.
Who needs these cars, cruises
And concords
I will walk on the hills and beaches
I will swim in clear glades
I will climb trees beyond reaches
And like an eagle, alone
I will soar in skies.
Who needs these schools
My Lord!
They destroy children and
Kill their innocent smiles.
Who needs these doctors
And hospitals.
They are manipulative skilled vultures
They create new diseases
And do not allow me
To live or die in dignity.
Who needs these damn dams
And shocking electricity.
The sun and the moon
Will be in my eyes.
Lord, take me back
In Time.
Let my life flow
In the unknown quietly
As the river pure
Meets the ocean wide.
Let me live in awe of the stars beyond
And the dawn and dusk
Of every day.
Let me be humble
In my prayers for
The unknown.
Now, I’m depressed,
On pills and confused
In my air-conditioned room
In a high rise tower
Of cement – steel
Newspapers and six rooms.
Lord, take me back
In Time.
I promise I will
behave myself
don’t punish me with
this modernity
of plastic bags
and colored rags
called national flags
they are everywhere
and masked faces of
robots in men.
This technology keeps
Dividing father and son
In the name of communication
This fast-fashion keeps
Dividing mother and daughter
In the name of beauty and nutrition.
These industries destroy
The sky and earth
This material thought
Destroys every consciousness.
Lord, take away these
Scientists. They are
Monsters wanting to conquer
Universe unseen.
And for their lustrous living
They create weapons nuclear.
Take away the bargaining
Jews – Jains – Marwaris
Take away Hitlers – Gandhis and Blairs
Take away
And Wittgenstein.
Take away all Gurus and
All their disciples.
Take away the journalists
And the social workers too.
Lord, take me back
In Time.
In the abode of my forest
Are wildflowers and drops of dew
I need no
I will eat only a fallen fruit.
I need no Beethoven
I now listen to the birds
I need no Gandharvas
I now listen to the flowing brooks.
I need no Krishnamurti
I have learnt to listen
I shall not organize
A family, a club or a holy book.
I need no Jesus
I am filled with Love
I need no Buddha
I am compassion incarnate.
Hello! Hello!
Lord, what, what??
You said something
What?
You never existed
Only Man made you
From Thought.
What! It’s only the
Ignorance of the ‘I’
That imagines.
Lord, forget everything
I’m tired, bored
And helpless
Send me your
compassion and grace.
Send me back
In Time.
- Dr. Satish Inamdar
Written in Dharamsala, Himanchal Pradesh
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