The Fallen Angel

The following is a hypothetical account of an Atheist addressing God, confronting Him and defying all He stands for. Many references have been made to Satan, the Biblical representation of Lucifer.

Death is not what hath brought me here,
To thy Heavenly Gate.
I may have once been very dear,
But that was just my fate.

Remorse is not what hath brought me here,
Nor reason to confess,
Nor belief nor want nor faith nor fear,
Nor the need to be bless'd.

Now I stand and challenge thee,

Thy myths and all thy fiction.

I shall no longer let my life

Be run by blind conviction.

I will not be illusion'd by
Speeches by priests and pastors.
Holy prayers will only make the
Distance 'twixt us vaster.

I am a maverick, rebelling
Against all convention.
Abiding not by sacred rules
Which holy texts mention.

I stand proud in all my glory,
Never shall I cower.
In reverence at thy holy feet,
Never shall I bow.

My self-respect and sense of worth
Have leadeth me to question,
'Righteousness' and 'Obedience'
As define'd by convention.

I will not let thy tenets guide
My motives and mine actions.
My interest lies in Satanic cults
And demon-worshipping factions.

Thou may sayest that I trespass
The norms laid down by thee.
To thy worshippers it may seemeth
Sacrilege and Blasphemy.

I always was and am an atheist,
Both in death and life.
I always strove to hold mine own
Amidst turmoil and strife.

I always held my head up high;
Though Heaven may be thine,
Decisions to do as I please
Shall eternally be mine.

Thy restricions do maketh the
Forbidden fruit tasteth sour.
Thou expell'd Eve and Adam from
Eden by thy power.

Thou expell'd the Archangels that
Did with mortals breed.
But Greed and Lust are part of me;
To thee I shan't pay heed.

Thy omniscience, omnipotence
And sacrosanctity,
May take o'er the realm of Earth,
But thou canst ruleth me.

Though thou art God and callest this
An aberration of religion,
In mine eyes thy holy visage
Is nothing but a vision.

Since Pride opposes Loyalty and
Faith opposes Reason,
'The Accuser' himself was accuse'd of
Sinning and committing treason.

The Grigori were madeth of fire
And us mortals clay,
Yet we all are damn'd on Earth
Ere dawn of Judgement Day.

If thou dost not permit me to
Enter this celestial abode,
I will not plead nor beg for I
Oppose thy rules and codes.

Though thou mayest banish me to
The dark caverns of Hell,
Like 'The Wanderer' I shall roam
The Earth and stars as well.

If mankind doth witness Satan's Resurrection
Hopefully ere morrow,
Then agnostics and pagans will be
Spare'd despair and sorrow.

'The Morning Star' who dwelleth in
Dark Hades shall avenge
Thy justice that outcasteth him;
He burneth for revenge.

'Tis with great conviction that I
Say this unto thee,
In my view things holy and devout
Will remaineth mystery.

Whither dost thou leadest us?
Thou shalt not lead us further.
The rational mind doth murther faith,
And faith the mind doth murther.

Whether or not I change my ways
That time will only tell.
O ye Lord, knowest thou that even
The brightest Angel fell.

The Kite Runner

Amidst the topaz seamless skies,
The lofty mountains and intricate vales
Of Afghanistan, has novelist Khalid Hosseini
Set this powerful and poignant tale.

A tale of loyalty and fateful betrayal,
Overwhelming joy and profound sorrow,
Sins impulsively committed and atoned,
To provide for a better tomorrow.

A tale of mirth, of fatherly love,
Of haunting guilt and repentance.
A tale of passion, hope and despair,
Denial and responsible acceptance.

A tale of the blood that inextricably binds
Two companions, two brothers together.
A tale of unrequited friendship,
And memories to be cherished forever.

A tale spanning countries and different cultures,
Binding one’s present to his past.
A tale of humanity, compassion and kindness,
Of relationships that matter and last.

Amir and Hassan – ‘The Sultans of Kabul’
Are best friends in every way.
Socially and ethnically apart from birth,
They don’t let it stand in their way.

Hassan, a Hazara, and Amir, a Pashtun,
Are restrained by society’s confines.
Yet they make the most of their camaraderie
Within those hierarchical lines.

Fed from the same breast, sharing their childhood,
Together they spend wonderful years.
A childhood infused with learning and growing
And trying to overcome fears.

They skipped stones, they played marbles,
They visited the Ghargha Lake,
Unaware that circumstances would eventually cause
Their age-old bond to break.

From playing panjpar to running kites,
And reading to each other on the hill,
They entertained each other and were inseparable
Till the moment when Time stood still.

This was the moment of weakness and cowardice,
Amir, his loyalty did shun.
He failed to stand up for his life long friend,
In spite of all Hassan had done.

A moment which changed the fate of these boys
And played on Amir’s insecurity and fears,
Leading him to further lie and deceive
The boy who to him was so dear.

Jealous of Hassan, ashamed of himself,
And craving his Baba’s affection,
Amir, trying to suppress his conscience,
Commits further acts of deception.

After experiencing decades of remorse,
Realization dawns upon him.
That being an escapist can’t solve one’s problems;
One must account for his sins.

This realization causes to open
A new chapter in Amir’s life.
Which takes him back to his beloved homeland,
Away from his country and wife.

He endeavors to fulfill Rahim Khan’s last wish,
And through that undo his wrongs.
That his past would soon catch up with his present,
Amir was aware all along.

He witnesses Afghanistan in turmoil and strife,
Very unlike the land he had known.
The land where on winters the skies were speckled
With red, yellow, green kites he had flown.

The land he relates with fresh fruits and kabobs,
And years of unbounded joy.
The land which reminds him of Baba and Ali
And the faithful young hare-lipped boy.

Amir’s destiny brings him a full circle
To the point where he had begun.
It taught him that it is never too late
To redress all the wrongs one has done.

It taught him to overcome his failings and fears,
Be selfless, empathetic and giving.
He learned to stand up for himself and what’s right
And it taught him the right way of living.

In spite of dangers and difficult tasks,
His efforts were not in vain.
By rescuing Sohrab he rescues himself
From the grip of compunction and pain.

Zendagi migzara, Life goes on,
Unmindful of beginning and end.
One can’t be worthy of genuine friendship
If one cannot value a friend.

Life goes on, not owing to destiny
But for the actions of men.
Mistakes do happen, but there is always
A way to be good again.