
Choosing my battles
By Shikha Lamba
All the gods in my south-facing temple, face west.
Standing in front of them, something I rarely do,
I have to align myself at an angle to gaze at their many faces.
You might ask why, and I would reply and tell you,
that the wooden cabinet that houses them all faces south,
and the gods apparently cannot.
Do not ask me for explanations as I have none.
I personally believe the gods who created the universe
wouldn’t be picky about viewing it from any specific direction.
I have tried this logical argument with my mother,
who is far more versed in godly things, only to surrender to,
I know more about this than you do. And she does.
I know only as much as I allow myself to learn, which isn’t much.
Gods with preferences towards specific directions,
days and colours strike my intellect a certain way, and
it makes me wonder why the supreme beings dabble in favouritism.
Does the universe have direction?
Can we honestly say the north is the north and the south is the south,
when all of what we know to exist hangs in absolute uncertainty?
Can we point a compass towards the vast cosmos and honestly say
a certain specific view is the view our gods would rather spend their days looking at?
In my opinion, logic and religion have seldom held hands, and
while I am okay arguing with the gods on most days,
my mother is a whole different story.

Shikha Sawhney Lamba is a jewelry designer and poet living in Hong Kong. She is the co-editor of an online magazine, Coffee and Conversations. Shikha’s poetry has been published in journals globally. Her poems and photography have previously been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart prize.