UNIVERSE OF MATTER

Did I think first? Did

I create thoughts? Or

Did I create 

Matter?

Does it matter? 

Be it dark or light! 

Yes it does!

Cause I want to know

Who thought about

Singularity?

Yes, yes.....if it really happened

Then someone really had

To be thinking hard!

Imagine thinking of creating

The Universe and the Universes,

The planets and the moons? 

An ethereal imagination, from

A mass of energy?

But does it matter...

If matter came first or was I even thinking of

Creating matter?

I never thought of creating the Sun or 

The Moon!

No never! 

Or the Earth for that matter! 

The stars? Or is it the light coming

From other Suns 

From the beginning of the

Big Bang?

I was thinking even before I was born

In my mother's womb....

Of a World I knew that existed! 

Of a World that was more 

Humane!

But I remember I definitely didn't think of 

Creating bloodshed

In Pothorughat, Nellie, Kokrajhar or in

Ganeshguri....

Or Khagrabari?

I didn't dream of killing my brothers I would have

Known

And laughed with!

Where I grappled with an incomplete 

Dream 

With my Krishna! 

"I created! And you?"

His blueness definitely 

Made me articulate a

Jazz number!

My people weren't pleased,

And they ensnared me in a web of

Hate!

Christened and embalmed in 

Religion! 

Did I matter when I died 

Consumed in flames

To turn to molecular matter again? 

To return to 

Infinity!

I ride on time 'cause it is you who created 

Time!

I thought, I created, I procreated, 

Yet I succumbed to the follies

Of men! 

Ah, he is so cruel, so inhuman...so

Insensitive! 

To my wounded, stained, open palms..

My lips barely speaking

As I lay on the 

Streets!

Hopeless, homeless?

Only to treacherously create

The Democrat!

Me?

Yes! 

Does it matter? 

Yes it does! 

Cause I will now create

A world 

My people know not of!

The deafening silence of hatred 

To be replaced by the songs of the

Lord! 

But then, will it matter if I create a temple or a mosque to worship my Creator to be trampled in bloodshed? Who will know that I created the river and the hills which are no more only to be replaced by the eerie silence of a graveyard?