Forgotten Gods: Lost Deities Returning to Modern Times

“The darker the night, the brighter the star
The deeper the grief, the closer the God.”

Those we once revered are now but a name softly spoken in quiet lullabies. Were “the forgotten” ever truly forgotten, or did we merely lose the ability to pray? And who even decided that God had disappeared? After all, who is a God? A supernatural being, as they say? I believe God is an eternal presence of kindness. The only aspect I detest is his creation—humans. Yet my admiration extends beyond these bounds, for his creation came from pure intentions. Now that the forgotten gods are said to be returning, do their eyes burn with memories of past devotion or the anger of the immense human greed that I find so repulsive? The thought of their return fills me with awe and wonder, stirring deep inspiration.

To explore why the gods were forgotten in the first place, we must acknowledge the selfishness behind this neglect. Amid the frantic pace of city life and the glare of neon lights, days slip by without a thought for the Creator—just humans being humans. The reason for this is simple: when something is not a priority, “lack of time” is always the excuse. When something is taken for granted, it receives no gratitude. What modern times are we even discussing? How modern are we to forget such a revered power? How modern are we to not feel shame for this? How modern are we to offer ourselves to evil and lose our capacity to pray? Take me back to a time that was “not modern” because this modernity terrifies me; it makes me forget my Lord. Even now, as the supreme being returns, what’s the point? How can we bow before such an empathetic presence without asking for something in return? This renewed belief comes only from human selfishness and greed. Gratitude, value, and emotions remain constant, but human needs fluctuate—and so does the one who fulfils them.

As much as I feel shame for our forgotten reverence, I also feel joy in realising you again. The fact that you have returned to my thoughts brings me to tears of happiness. This will be our promise to you—or rather, to ourselves: you will never again become a mere memory. Hail the Lord! We may be unaware of your emotions as you return, but we are prepared. Your anger is justified, your love is justified, and your punishment is justified. The only feelings we can offer are sorrow, repentance, and guilt.

Also Read:Exploring Spiritual Destinations: A Comprehensive Guide to Religious Places in India

Mortals long for heaven—how ironic, O human, what if you’re already living in it and ruining it? How foolish to think we “remembered” the divine power to bring them back—who are we to do that? You are mortal; you will die. Little do people realise that it is my Lord who graces us with his presence, not we who seek him for success.

I still picture the sun setting, bidding us farewell as the darkness swallows the orange and pink sky. We do not cry in fear as we welcome you. On those nights, we understood that black, too, is a colour—you showed us how it encompasses all others. The lights embrace the darkness, illuminating everything around us just as you open your arms to us at our lowest moments. The drums beat loudly as the world welcomes you. This may not be a festival, but it feels like one. The Creator returns to this world, and it has been too long since there’s been joy. Without you, even peace felt terrifying. No complaints—we deserved it. Today, as we celebrate you, we finally find the satisfaction we’ve yearned for. We welcome ourselves, for this feels like home. Gratitude fills my heart as tears stream down my face. You allow me to touch your feet; I am no longer looking for heaven now. The return of the forgotten gods brings us deep fulfilment, filling our hearts with joy and contentment.

As long as faith endures, God endures.
As long as people bow, time will never be too modern.
We cry for peace while pushing it away—how absurd.
O human, the money you earn, where will it go?
The trust this world lacks, the presence it doesn’t feel,
A child capable of such thoughts, the world ignores.
They call the gods forgotten—how foolish. But today, we have awakened!