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Religion is not the essence of God.
It is the absence.
Religion does not bring us closer to God.
But further from ourselves.
Religion is not admired by the strength of humanity.
But worshipped by the weakest of mankind.
Religion dictates the stoning of women.
As sons watch idle and mothers die.
Religion advises us right creed and caste.
Yet divides man from being equal.
Religion outlines rules.
But morals and ethics elude us.
Religion preaches love and respect.
But war rages, and the impoverished die young.
Religion absolves us from sin.
An excuse to carry on crime.
Religion speaks to us through passages in a book.
We forget we have the ability to write our own.
Religion provide each with an answer.
No need to search by our own ambition.
Religion simplifies complexity.
But it truly fogs our path.
Religion is blind to the reasonings of God.
I am blind to the reasonings of religion.
Religion is not the essence of me.
In its absence, I remain free.

originally written June 22nd, 2011 © Copyright Mani Amar


‘Without woman’

I wrote this on my Facebook wall on December 30th 2012;

The atrocities against the better half of our species has long afflicted me. I have spoken out about violence against women many times over the years, yet the issues get worse, society continuously gets more numb. I pray that one day the world will wake up and see all the damage it has done. Much love to the brave women of India and of the rest of the world who have sacrificed their lives to reveal the injustice that plagues them every day. I will continue in my activism to help bring about true equal rights and safety for all.


‘I have tasked myself’

I have tasked myself
With undetermined amounts of pain
I smile at the beholder
I look for no gains.
One transitions, like a tree’s slow death in the fall
and rebirth in the spring
To all those walking alone,
The birds they continue to sing
They soar in sun’s light
Not to consider, all the while they cry
Letting their beautiful songs
Fall on the dead of man
Who waits to be reborn, but this winter remains long
and it took too much of his soul to continue to smile
The birds they continue to sing, all the while.

© Copyright Mani Amar


Transience (Part 3)

and now the sorrow has set in
the once grieving saint from within
no longer deems this life a victory
instead deciphers his sins
and the tortured soul of past, passes
alone to linger, alone in class
and time was never their friend
it came too late, it left too late…
in the end
and took from them redemption and remorse
let us die alone…
off course…
And God moved forth
With their revel,
Never to neglect the mistakes
Of how one fell.

© Copyright Mani Amar


Transience (Part 2)

I do not fear the dark days ahead
Nor the arduous journey from my past
I count the countless souls of unrest
I am once removed from the dead
My so-called triumphs
dwarfed by unforgiving blight
I am trapped by the flowers of duty
I am haunted by shadowless nights
And so my clash of morals wait
Linger upon my soul every tomorrow
I cannot deliver myself my freedom
I am the unremembered saint of sorrow.

© Copyright Mani Amar

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In self-reflection; I can honestly say all that is good in my life has been a direct result of my artistic expression. Be it through writing poetry, prose, or philosophy, through painting or photography, or through filmmaking, art saved my life and it can save yours.
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