An Atheist

My breath is free from the scented smoke
And forehead does not bare any marks
No more, entangled, is my neck with the symbols of religion
The hymns, the chants and the utter in the ancient slang
Sounds like noise…
silence, now has become my prayer

The idols seem to tease me
Shapes transform behind the closed eyes
The beliefs that I believed in, have turned into narrow roads
And choices, not many left to decide
The lengthy rituals have been almost forgotten
My Will is now my source of energy

Scared of cats I was. But not any more
Eclipse I enjoy as a marvel of universe
My Donations now go into needful hands
“Deeds can do miracles”, I learnt
The black blanket of sightless faith is torn to pieces
Knowledge, is the emblem on my invisible flag

A Religion, that is free from God
A head that bows to the virtuous lord
All that the crypts and the sages say
Is just about the sublime self - undiscovered
Vigilant, almighty and hard to please
In quite hours, I think…
The enlightened form of theism, Atheism is?