A Fool's Guide to Start a New Religion

Just follow the following steps

1. Find a solitary cave or mountain or jungle and the best if you can find a cave in a mountain jungle.
2. Claim that you have a divine vision/light/voice/scripture/whatever.
3. It is important to mention Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Joseph Smith etc. so that you can attract the attention of people across religions.
4. Show some physical evidence like relics hidden in the cave, some symbol cut on stone, some scripture written in the oldest languages known to human such as Sanskrit, Hebrew, Egyptian (you can find a list of oldest languages in wikipedia). You will be smart to spend some time in learning that language so that you can translate for layman. If you are lazy, you can invent a completely new language and claim that those are God's words which only you can interpret
5. Write down a "Holy Book" and start to preach simultaneously. It will be smart to start small and simple in order to sell your asceticism and heavenly vision. Learning a few magic tricks is required.
6. If you want to attract modern technocrats, talk about facebook, google etc in the "Holy Book" and how God want you to guide them in finding spiritual purity.
7. Start propaganda that you are being persecuted by already existing religions. This will earn you sympathy and sympathy comes in US dollars.
8. Start the process of wider brain washing. You will find millions of them and some of them will be super rich, Harvard graduates, doctors, engineers and so on.
9. Build a temple or whatever you like, I mean whatever God has commanded you to build.
10. You will die billionaire among beautiful girls (Saint Hugh Hefner) and leave a millions of stupid, irrational, hypocrites who will build new nations and fight among themselves forever.

To A Kansas Girl

Radina’s Cafe, Aggieville
Today, you sit cross-legged on the front couch,
I just want to drink from your eyes.
Fifteen minutes pass by,
my imagination runs wild with every passing minute.
I wish I were a summer zephyr caressing 
through your light hair,
through your white mocha rubbed lips,
through your Sun kissed bosom…..

Hale Library, 24 hours study area
Your frequent trips to Facebook,
while working on calculus home-work.
Ah, those pictures of you and your friends!
weird faces and tongues and fingers,
as if carnival of your desire but seldom love.
You change your profile picture every second day.
You think I care?
I wonder if you ever read Frost
and his “Miles to go before I sleep.”
Or, Harper Lee’s “To Kill a Mockingbird”
Not even Mark Twain and his “Huckleberry Finn”?

Willard Hall, Gen. Chem. Class
I search for those eyes that consume me.
You are in a purple pride T-shirt in front row
and my heart rushes towards you.
I choose my place where I belong,
I hear your mellowed voice,
“I hate chemistry, it’s not fun.”
You asked for my calculator to figure 11 square
I wish the final result were 88, my face allover yours!

Recreation Center
As your ipod thunders on your ears,
my adrenaline and agility follow you;
your long legs and the “PINK” short,
I sweat at your fast suppleness.
Cycling beside your smell of pheromone,
I adore your image on the mirror.
I wish I were a momentary Kansas storm
embracing your every existence
under twinkling darkness of September sky.

Somewhere under Kansas cloud
I ride a bicycle everyday to school
and you drive a brand new Audi.
Though I cook my food in Indian spicy way;
You eat frozen food from Wal-Mart.
I am a rebel like the author of “Descent of Man”.
But, you want me to be saved by your God.
Your sunflower smile,
Your lovely beauty spot on dove like neck,
I sketch you with freedom of hues,
dazzling your lines with purple blood.
Will our everyday beliefs melt into sensible chaos?
Will our purple images be heard on the stone of eternity?

Monalisa! Do Not Smile Yet

A month ago, I went to a cafe for mocha and was surprised by Monalisa! Yes, she exactly looked like Monalisa of Leonardo. I was not prepared for this and I will never be. I never saw her again, it was a few frozen seconds. This poem is to express my utter surprise and desire to see her when it will still be drizzling, when it will still be fire on western horizon!

Those twinkling eyes infinite,
fertility of your lips and a few seconds’ quiet.
Ages ago, Da vinci painted you in moist desire
and now, there you are! a sudden joy entire.
O Monalisa, do not smile yet!

Let the sun go behind your rousing hair,
Let tenderness flood in, free from modern glare.
Look into my eyes Monalisa; and look deep,
You will see a poet lost in weep.
O Monalisa, do not smile yet!