Are You There? I'm Talking to You...

You’re there or you aren’t there? Quite a mesmerizing question but the thing is whichever way it is going to be, it’ll hurt me. Yes, it will indeed. Your being there, your being true, your being somebody, will be as hurtful for me as your not being there, your not being true, and your not being somebody. 

Now the trouble is that if you’re really there, your existence is genuinely true, what’s the use? You’re a kind of invisible, nobody has ever seen you. You don’t respond when I call you, when I cry hard, when I’m in pain and have nobody to share my plights with. People say prayers are heard, you listen to every prayer. I don’t know how correct they are, you’ve simply stopped listening to me. 

I do pray sometimes but frankly, I don’t find you there to listen to me, you are like, nowhere, I kind or search you here, there, everywhere, but you’re missing … yeah missing from everywhere. You’re a deaf, a blind, and mute. You neither here our plights, pains, agonies, and finally the prayers; you don’t see us crying hard, you don’t see how much pain is around and it is engulfing the human creed; nor you speak, you never come and say some sweet words to make us feel fine, to make us feel relaxed. 

You could see, talk, listen in the scriptures of all the religions of the earth then why can’t you do the same in the real world, the world out of the scriptures, the world out of the myths and legends, why? Why is it so?

But even if it happens that scientists win their age-old battle with the spirituals, and it gets declared that you simply don’t exist, it too will be hurtful, for even if we pray half in disbelief yet the other halves of your minds have some secret belief in you. Even when we argue you aren’t there, there’s a secret hope that some day you’ll come to rescue the humanity, there’ll be no more tears, pains, and agonies. This secret hope, this secret belief is enough fuel for us to live, wait for one more day before we finally commit suicide, before we finally go insane. 

Now if your existence becomes totally nullified, the hope and belief will be nullified as well. But don’t know what to do… please tell me are you there? Please listen to me … just once… please answer me just once… please don’t close all your doors… how can you be so unsympathetic, so unkind… so cruel…