words don't come that easy.

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21.12.21
00:15

when my mother
walks up to me with a rosary's
beads slipping down her fingers
and at the same time
chiding at me to get on my knees
to praise our god
i stop imagining god to be a supernatural
being with magic hidden in his palms
while he sits on his throne
demanding angels to flap their wings and
demons to shut the fuck up

in my head god is tipsy even to balance
a bottle of wine properly
and spills them slowly over the clouds
which falls down as rain for a newly wed
lesbian life partners to dance in
god is a clown that turns up at
your door step on your birthday party
sometimes god is a man falling in love
with another man
at times he's a coconut shell filled with water
helping stray dogs to quench their thirst

god sometimes is the stupidest person
you know like the seventy year old man
who added salt instead of
sugar while baking a cake
for his Alzheimer ridden wife's birthday
god sometimes is so lazy
that he cannot get up and clean his damn room
he's so messy clueless and even horny
with fantasies that are unfathomable
sometimes he's a man who likes to dress up
like a pretty woman
with red coloured lipstick smeared all over his lips
he sometimes fails in his exams
he stays in his bed for days together
binge watching a show after breaking up with a girl
god you know is not necessarily a man
sometimes god has varied number of pronouns
god isn't a wish granting well
god is the reflection you see in someone else's eyes
god is the person getting reflected in your eyes

my mother's rosary beads halted
i slowly got up after the prayers
to unbolt the door
i see my dad tipsy
spilling wine all over the floor
and i realize that
this is the hundredth time
i've witnessed god today.

/// i miss the summer and the beaches.