Whispers

I do not believe in the rituals. I do not believe in the prayers people sing out. Is that religious? I’m not exactly an atheist. I do subconsciously/consciously whisper soft prayers, asking for strength till the moment of pain passes. Asking to help the one I love dearly by giving them strength, asking to keep them safe. The prayer is not directed to a god or any god. It is a conversation with unknown. A bright light maybe... That is the image I have in mind. It sounds weird, but then this does happen when I’m down. I can’t help it. I’m only human.

I don’t mind going to temple when my parents take me. I close my eyes and sit. It is peaceful in some temples. Silent and calm. It is soothing to just sit and close my eyes, and for that moment no thoughts troubling me, letting peace fill me. I get this same feeling when I sit in a silent green park. I get the same feeling listening to a soft piano instrumental. A moment away from noise is all...

Maybe, this soft prayer to the light is a talk to self, admitting self has gone weak and it’s time to renew strengths. Or maybe it’s an inbuilt gesture of looking up to someone when unsure. Someone unknown I put my trust into when I’m unable to speak to none. Maybe it is that. 

That unknown knows everything already but still listens to my short request. I need not cry. That unknown will take care of me for change. That unknown and I share innocent love. A friend who is everything, plays every role. This is my imagination of my unknown when I whisper. That unknown is my light.

I don’t know what is spiritual, what is religious. All I know is I’m not ritual. There is some faith. There is maybe no god, but definitely a bright light.