His Master's Voice.

       Man thinks,
      God speaks with a divine voice
      In an oracle intonation,
      Through carved frames and hallowed flames,
      Scented fumes and sanctified sweets,
      Soothing hymns and stereotyped sermons.

      Coiled wicks dipped in oil
      Burning Godly gigabytes,
      Seem to connect man's ID
      To the celestial website though.

      But God never speaks or chats.
      He has no dialect for dialogue.
      He is the current of the Aside,
      The soliloquy of every soul,
      The master of the art of monologue
      Making the spirit set in a role of silence
      His is the voice speaking and spoken to
      As the vibration of the vocal chords.
                                           P.Chandrasekaran.