Idols graven, I have seen hordes of them, personified with virtues and vices, poly-ambiguous deities, personified, revered and worshiped by millions of who become idols themselves. I always wonder why they possess, inhabit, pervade and rule the human consciousness. May be they have been handed down by generations as sacred figures to be haloed. Idols, have they any power on their own? Idols, why are they myths arresting meaning into subjugation? Idols why are you always lying idle? Idols, what was the intention of your mythic maker, your creator ( man or a woman) shaping you from stone….? May be your creator would have earned some remuneration for making you. Hey Idol, do you really weep blood of your haunting eyes…. Idol, can you really do that? Are you so meekly creative as to do such a miracle of weeping from your eyes? Idol, you are making me dumber than my senses? Alas, I wonder why you choose blood? Idol, what sacrifice did you do as holy blood or as martyred blood? Some idols are more puzzling, a curious jinx, a zany- mania of having multiple forms, having forms that are human and beastly …… Strange anthropo-zoomorphic forms…. Are you strange freaks of nature, bizarre entities …….As an animal-human you are throned on a celestial pedal….Hello Idol, do you feel the odor of incense when it is offered to you by hands folded in meek obeisance. Do you feel the sensation of warm human hands folded slavishly in all piety to adore you. Do you feel the touch of human feet and the human body as it becomes prostrate on the floor on which you are seated? Do you hear the murmur of a brook as a swelling on the lips vibrating with the mantras of incantation? If you have all those sensations, each making a presence of an individualized devotee—hey idols, you must be truly remarkable. Hello Idols, do you listen to the ravings of a person in existential agony. Can your stone offer solace and comfort and placate your grieving victim. Hello Idol, do you become incarnate then as a body of flesh and blood and spirit or do you remain mute as a stone in caricature. Hey Idols, I have searched extensively in my mind for the truth of your existence beyond the submergence of myths. My search has been bloody vain. Hey Idols, Virgin and non Virgin, Christ and Pagan, God’s and Goddesses, Human and Animal, why should I pollute my being with the insanity of mere humans of who have created you. Hey Idols, do you give special privileges to humans when they undertake the ritual of fasting. Do you get a sadistic pleasure in invoking the rite of a taboo on humans. Hey Idols, do you feast on the food offerings offered at your altar. Hey Idols, it’s really marvelous, if you are able to infiltrate your benign spirit into the food items which go back into the devotee’s mouth after they are offered as sacrifices. Hey Idols I have become Idle to Idle worship.