Penned Ego

Atheist's Rebirth I am an eternal being, it's a truth for believing, they say. Rationalists ask for proof, look up to heavens beyond your roof, they say. I accept the theory of eternity, but never by giving up my rationality, I say. "I think therefore I am" but I am not merely what I am, I say. Simultaneously, I was a fish, I was a moth I was a tiger, and was also in its mouth, I say. I was once in the food cycle, I was there in one's life cycle, I say. I die, they cry, I go beneath, return as a grass within a goat's teeth, I say. I will reach its gut and then it's cells where my long dead brother too dwells, I say. I too am an eternal being, they say. But it's never belief's giving, I say.

For Sale Wandering along the local market I noticed the dominants' target. Sparkling inside the chief's shelf, It directed my attention to itself, Later to its label, JUSTICE. Under the label, on the paper board, A price that I cannot afford. The lower rack's product drew my atention. Something we often bought till then. Its price made it look affordable, But it's label never made it buyable, Which read, INJUSTICE.