Cleansing

It is not a conscious decision,

It is, may be, just who I am.

Lovers, I can live without;

Worshippers, reside in my heart.

 

They who expect respect from me,

Must know the only condition.

You must surrender your consciousness,

There’s no scope for competition.  

 

If it is not under his divine feet,

You are searching for life in the wrong place.

All your endeavors boil down to zero,

You have to eventually land at this one sacred space.

 

Mediocrity is what I’ve always hated,

I can no longer let you spread it here.

You, your genes, your prospects, whatever;

Of all your mistakes, I must steer clear.  

Right places

As a young man, he thought,

How low can a breathing creature go?

What these lowly lifeforms deserve,

He knows it all now, his knowledge is so.

 

They would never enter,

That what he has declared as home.

On the peripheries of their own existence,

Their conscience meets his divine feet, wherever they go.  

 

Several small people, riding on others,

Start feeling big themselves;

All they need is a true conversation and then,

They'd self-destruct, these self-proclaimed rebels.

There is a right place for everyone, 

And someone now goes down to the lowest tier.

Shouldn't come as a surprise,  

We do what we do, without any fear.