Magical Mess

What is love? But before answering this, tell me what is a river? Explaining love is as hard as explaining what a river is to someone who has been blind by birth and has never seen a river. The first thing I do when somebody says 'river' is visualize it. And someone who has never seen it, would never grasp it enough as I do. While explaining it, I'll always fall short of just the right words to make another person comprehend what exactly a river is and how it looks.  Now tell me who is God. Or for that matter, what is God. A logical mind might deem it a power and hence would need a definition to actually comprehend what it is, how it impacts the world and other things associated with it. But in a palace of faith, especially in a country like ours where god can take several names and faces and forms, god is who they is. In such a sense, the question becomes objectionable. Despite of all the advancement in science and technology, what is god is still an objectionable question...

Who am I? (A dilemma woven into a poem) Am I the delicacy of a royal princess Or the might of a wrathful tigress Am I pure and bare like an open book Or the enigmatic depth of a meandering brook I'm capable of an argument rendering you speechless But I may choose to sit in a corner and cry Who am I? Am I preferring safety in my fortress Or stepping out as indomitably fearless Am I the protected jewel of the palace's chest Or the uncrowned queen of the forest I'm timidly polite and obedient to authorities unless They challenge my courage to defy Who am I? Am I chasing perfection under duress Or am I an unapologetic mess Am I the eyes that bow down to his majesty Or the verdict denying the hunter amnesty I'm mature enough to know that I only got myself With the childishness to yell complaints at the sky Somedays the intricacy of the universe is easy to demystify Other days I don't even know who am I!                         ...