Demonition of Demi-God
The shattered pieces of glass shine like diamonds under the light but remain dead when it is engulfed by the blazing darkness.
Not physics, rather the hint is towards the realm of metaphysics. Beleif, faith, religion, fanatics, riots, death, blessings, miracles, why.
When we put that ten rupee note into that man-made box marked "donations," why don't we ever wonder who actually gets that money?
What power makes the mountains stand tall and live out the test of time?
What drives the physically challenged to searched for imaginations in a light-starved cave?
What, why and where? Would you had believed, if you knew that He was not omnipotent or omnipresent?
Men in history were revered for their omnipotence and omnipresence. Hitler, Mussolini. Gods?!
Why then is he locked by the bars? Why then is he left to the scorching heat and the dripping clouds? Why do beggars swear by him? Why does even they-who-must-not-be-named also wear the shrines?
He... nothing but a "significant remnance of our superstitional past"
PS: Sadly, the municipality refused to take this garbage, hence the litter is here! This time, it took time! And it really does justify taking time to gather all the stray thoughts into that tattered jute sack. And I believe in quality.
