God lives in my pocket… a poem by Ekta Bathija
He said, “keep searching”,
She said, “don’t stop the search”.
I searched, I searched, I searched,
And I couldn’t find anything.
Then one fine day, sitting on the green couch,
by the window, watching the sun’s golden rays,
I suddenly happened to find, what I was searching for
I finally found God!
Do you know where I found God? In my own pocket!
God lives in my pocket! I could not believe it!
Totally amazed, intrigued;
I quickly put him back into the pocket.
I remembered the words, “keep searching, keep searching”.
So I started the search again.
It didn’t matter whether I was wearing the grey formal attire,
or the white informal outfit.
I always found God in my pocket, and always put him back in,
And, restarted the search.
Because the words echoed,
“don’t stop the search, keep searching, continue searching”.
I searched thru the intellect, I searched thru the heart,
I searched thru my actions, I searched thru my words,
I searched through love, I searched through compassion.
But whenever I found God, I found him in my pocket.
And one day, something stopped completely.
Now, I did not want to put God back into my pocket.
The search had ended. Now I do not pay heed to the words,
“continue searching”. They do not mean anything to me.
I do not run here and there anymore,
Everything has come to a halt; a happy halt.
And there is peace here. The search has ended.
God now lives in my pocket!
A poem by Ekta Bathija
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