Krishna Muhammad and my wife

I looked at her in a way as if she was my Geeta.
She looked at me as if I was a part of her Qur'an.
My eyes started sparkling and her eyes did glitter,
because all Gods were happy for this religious shun.

She celebrated each day of my Durga Puja and I happily celebrated her Eid.
We were slowly planting a non religious tree,
where I was the water and she was the seed.
I crossed her Mosque by keeping my hands open,
she visited my temple, keeping her hands closed.
There was nothing to be ashamed of, we thought;
because we weren't creating a juxtapose.

I didn't feel the need to see whether she was a Khoja, Bohra, Sunni or Shia.
I guess that was my flaw, and my only hamartia.
I didn't need to see whether she had a hijab on her head or kept it open,
because that was totally her decision;
a moral one and was not at all my pain.
She too didn't feel the urge to ask whether I am a Shudra, Kshatriya or a Brahmin,
because her thoughts were very open and high, and was not at all mean.

We all have nicknames so maybe Muhammad had too,
maybe the name was Krishna and who said it to you,
that they were different and were not same?
Because irrespective of different scriptures, God is only one and in one form he would remain.
It is written in Qur'an, in Geeta and also in Bible.
But alas, you're not a faithful disciple.
Because if you were the one, in God's name,
then you would have known that my temple's threshold and her Mosque's minaret are all same.

But the anagnorsis were done before
and it was the time for peripety to get unfold.
We did spend some warm time; but winter was here, and it was time to get cold.
I read all her aayats and she memorized all my slokas,
still we couldn't pass the examination of love,
and it is just for your cuss.
Because you, you are the one who create all these problems in the name of religions.
You are the one who keep us in cages and make us feel like helpless pigeons.
You are the one who don't let us fly,
in this open and beautiful vivid sky.

But all these conflicts that you are trying to bring between us is just a pun,
because I did fast a month for her Ramadan,
and she also jumped in the holy Ganges of Hindu in a form of fun.

~ Debojit Chakraborty