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»My faith in God –When I felt I was dying…


With every majestic sunset making way for the Immaculate moon; that astoundingly depicted the multifarious shades of this Universe—which was a gift from the Omnipotent Creator,

With every draught of exuberant wind; that evolved into a whole new mist of rhapsodic excitement; out of sheer and insipid nothingness,

With every dainty petal of the poignant rose; that permeated a scent of oneness in the otherwise monotonously subjugated atmosphere,

With every vivacious stroke of the mesmerizing rainbow; that charmed the entire Universe; fraught with its own inexplicably unsolicited misery,

With every infinitesimal speck of the atmosphere; that invincibly clung to the bodies of us living beings; befriending an entire Universe of solidarity-from its own realms of isolation and despair,

With every step that marched forward to maintain the royal equilibrium of life; ensure that life went on despite anything and everything; but only by the grace of God,

With every flight of unbridled fantasy; that made even the most inconspicuously ordinary of living being; catapult beyond the definitions of desire,

With every squeak that escaped the throat; triumphantly piercing the bizarre sullenness and silence of the atmosphere with a desire to be embraced by one and all,

With every sensuously tantalizing night; that unfurled into the morning of a bountifully optimistic and brilliant dawn,

With every solemn pledge of goodwill in the graveyard; that bedazzled the ghastly silence of remorseful death; with a new found longing to disseminate love and life,

With every rumble of inscrutable thunder in the sky; that brought alongwith it the optimistic promise of rain; an infallible reason to cheer in the aisles of ecstasy,

With every inimitably righteous footprint left on soil; that carved an entire pathway of unflinching goodness; love and peace; as the quintessential elements to lead life with,

With every idea that uninhibitedly germinated from the brain; blossoming into boundless sparks of freshness; to unite the entire planet into the religion of love,

With every affable outgrowth that joyously leapt out of soil; instantaneously engulfed with the blessed rays of the Sun; after an equally compassionate cuddling by mother soil,

With every handshake executed between people of all race; religion and color; paving way for the most immortal and unassailable religion of humanity,

With every lump of frigidly asphyxiating snow; that perseveringly labored its way to becoming the most adorable stream of love; as its eventual outcome,

With every step traversing on the road not taken; permeating robotic chunks of the atmosphere with tantalizing splashes of adventure,

With every anecdote of failure that strengthened one's resolve to succeed all the more; metamorphosing every bit of morbid ash into an opportunity to holistically survive,

My faith in God grew; as irrespective of whatever has happened or would happen from now on; I know it would be for the good—

As God is my faith; God is my life-- God gives me the power to symbiotically survive with one and all till the time he commanded----

And whenever he decides to take me away from this earth of his; I sincerely pray from my heart and soul to him; to be able to utter his name in poetry and song; when I felt I was dying….

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» Praying for forgiveness- To God and his holy messengers…
Praying for forgiveness- To God and his holy messengers…

My love for you; was my sole religion; transcending over every other discrepancy of caste; creed; color; tribe and humbly endeavoring to unite the entire planet with the best religion of them all; The Religion of Humanity,

My obeisance towards you; was my sole enrichment to live; imbibe the true fragrance of existence in perfect symbiosis with every speck of your fathomlessly wonderful environment,

My salutations towards you; were my sole honor to survive amidst a pack of wolves; be unwavering in my stride and mission of goodness; even as the cannibals of greed converged upon me from all ends,

My prayers imploring you; were my sole directions in this truncated lifetime; doing my destined job to my very best by your grace; and then leaving everything else upon your Omnipotent stride to decide,

My speaking your name; was my sole blessedly enlightened moment of life; making me oblivious to every diabolical dagger thrust towards me; and rising with infallible truth- with the first rays of sunrise,

My remembering your divine light; was my sole lantern of happiness amidst the bemoaning blackness that tightened its vice like grip; empowering me to tower above every color; and yet emerge victorious with the color of love,

My faith in you; was my sole pillar of strength; metamorphosing every diminutively trembling bone of mine to march on the path of righteousness; carving a history of love out of sheer and vapid nothingness,

My perception of you; was the sole end of my imagination; as you owned the entire Universe and beyond; and everything good in this life commenced and blissfully ended with the boundaries you gave me to live,

My embracing your living Mosque, Temple, Church, Monastery; was my sole moment of fulfillment that absolved me of even the most inadvertently committed of my sins; and evolved a brand new path of vibrant life,

My asking your mercy; was the sole boon of my beleaguered twilight; as I could now exuberantly mélange shoulder to shoulder with the world outside; and only bow my head at your Omniscient feet,

My visualizing your sky; earth and the atmosphere that lay in between; was the sole poetry that radiated from my countenance; as my humane ability to cognize started and ended with whatever you limited me to see,

My following your Omnipresent light; was the sole path that I tread on in this devout survival; letting every uninhibited ounce of positive energy in my heart; to escape into sacrosanct wisps of the atmosphere,

My intensity to become one with your light; was the sole essence of everything humanitarian that I executed as the days unveiled; earnestly attempting my very best to unite all living kind; into an earth of love,

My belief in whatever you had destined was for the good; was the sole principle on which I placed the roots of my life; which again was the most wondrously mesmerizing gift to traverse upon earth; from your heavens,

My poems for you; were the sole reason that I always felt as if in compassionate paradise amongst the most usurping of humans; but your Omnipotent aura of love ruling my conscience over one and all,

My yearning to be in perpetual bewilderment of your majestic Universe; was my sole expression to flourish on planet divine; entwining my palms in unflinching unity with my fellow mates in duress,

My worshipping you from the innermost realms of my heart; was the sole ritual of holiness that I performed till I quit breath; loving you and your invincibly unparalleled ways in the best manner that you taught me to,

Therefore O! Lord Almighty and your holy messengers; I hereby pray to you to forgive me for even the most inadvertently committed of my misdeed;

And if you cannot pardon me; then give me death this very instant in whatever form you may choose to; But please don't be angry with me; Please don't stop loving me---for without your love; I'd be as good as ghastily dead; and yet with breath….

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»Writing Poetry
 

Writing poetry is like the newborn draughts of ecstatic wind; kissing
the innocuous cluster of green leaves; with the most uninhibited ardor
and camaraderie of all times,

Writing poetry is like the soul wholesomely cleansing itself of even
the most inadvertently committed of its sins; as it blended with the
beats of magical verse; which transcended over every religion; caste;
creed; color and tribe,

Writing poetry is like a bird exuberantly flapping its wings; having
just being released from years of insidious captivity;  and now ready
to commence upon its most royal flight,

Writing poetry is like the queenly droplet of glistening sweat; which
tantalized the skin to the nth degree of sensuousness; as it
enchantingly traversed towards the most hidden corner of the big toe;
and then embraced death,

Writing poetry is like a kingly magnet attracting the most inanimate
objects; and then befriending them forever in a swirl of invincible
togetherness; under the broadest daylight and sinister blackness of
the morbid night,

Writing poetry is like a vivacious rainbow enlightening even the most
drearily lambasted portions of adulterated living kind; with new found
rays of courage; compassion and everlasting hope,

Writing poetry is like pristine white lightening enrapturing the
entire Universe; reducing every trace of sin to infinitesimal ash; and
rekindling every soul towards the path of freshly untainted optimism,

Writing poetry is like an untamed  whirlpool reaching its enthralling
crescendo; and devouring everything and anything that came in its
vicinity; into the flames of its unabashed desire,

Writing poetry is like the ebullient scent of virgin mud after showers
of unfettered rain; which evoked life of all shapes; sizes and color
on the Universe; to sing and dance in the timeless rhythm of a united
existence,

Writing poetry is like a cathartic revolution for something to happen
from the wisps of absolute nothingness; so that every ingredient of
the besmirched human atmosphere; started to reverberate with the
pulsations of companionship,

Writing poetry is like the wail of freshly born life; when the cradle
of undefeated innocence bonded one and all alike; in a never before
celebration of infallible newness,

Writing poetry is like the crackling voice of thunder heard at a
distance; tingling the corridors of the mind with mystery
unprecedented; as cloudbursts of rain fervently advance in their
odyssey towards simmering ground,

Writing poetry is like freshly formed globules of golden dew being
dispersed into a boundless more bits of their kind; with every
footstep that voluptuously caresses the blades of sensitive grass,

Writing poetry is like dazzling rays of dawn splitting into zillion
rays of blessed light; illuminating every conceivable cranny of earth;
with the joyously rejoicing power to survive; till destined,

Writing poetry is like a promise made and irrefutably adhered to till
the end of life; upon the foundations of solidarity; truth; friendship
and most importantly the religion of humanity,

Writing poetry is like a nightingale humming the sweetest songs of its
life; every day a different tune; but with an unhindered intensity
which kept proliferating leaps and bounds; till the time it existed,

Writing poetry is like an undefeated zealous wave; which rose yet
again; victoriously undulating and high towards blue sky; even after
being reduced to nothingness- clashing against the merciless grey
rocks,

Writing poetry is like uninhibitedly dancing upon every chance that
life offered; expending every ounce of trapped frustration in the
nerve wrecked body; to blend in impregnable oneness with the
fathomless atmosphere,

Writing poetry is like falling deeper and deeper into the valley  of
Immortal love; a love which made you feel alive without a grain of
food in your body; as it became your sole reason; elixir; direction
and adventure to survive….

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»HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI
HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI ?

With the footprints of brotherhood that you left when you embraced one and all--- OR With venomous bellows of nonchalant smoke which diabolically tarnished his pristine atmosphere?

With the song of peace that you hummed from the innermost realms of your heart---OR With inexplicable misery that you inflicted upon boundless with the hideous noise of bombs exploding on every nook; corner and street?

With the magical wand of your friendship which transcended over every caste; creed; religion and tribe---OR With hurling cacophonic rockets at each other with the angst to kill ostensibly radiating from your bloodshot eyes?

With the ardor in your breath to exist in a perfect symbiosis with your fellow human being and the environment---OR With umpteen number of your sleazy bedlam bulbs that you stuck to innocent trees to torture their body---on spurious pretext of illuminating the air around?

With a fresh dawn of creativity in your veins to evolve tomorrows of new-found hope----OR With garishly parasitic rolling fire-balls which caused many a car and innocuous life to explode in flames; as it unwittingly trespassed their way?

With a noble spirit to part with your wealth for the assistance of all those rendered roofless--- OR With spitting incoherent abuses on his priceless environment as your sinister looking cracker floundered to burst?

1..........

HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?

With the feeling of being just a piece of nothing infront of his Omnipresent aura--- OR With mercilessly beheading trees left; right and center; in order to pave a clear way to welcome spurious dignitaries who wanted bangs and smoke?

With the sacred vow of eternal companionship you took for every of his created living beings--- OR With simmering vindication in your soul as you torched the virgin sands of time with worthless sparklers swaying insidiously in your palms?

With due obeisance in your eyes for his unshakably Omnipotent fragrance--- OR With innumerable holes that you'd dug in the belly of his earth; just in order to erect your shops selling bombs and explosives of the most denigrating degree?

With the oneness of his creation proudly sparkling from every inch of your persona--- OR With every of your valiant bone sadistically succumbing to the commands of the devil---who simply couldn't wait for you to ignite his amorphously deafening bomb?

With resolving to make the mantra of 'live and let live' the rhythm of your life---OR With playing the filthiest of politics to burn one sect of the society into flames; and become the sanctimonious unsung hero of others; to leapfrog towards your blood-stained throne?

With being a harbinger of peace to unite every bereaved soul into a valley of love---OR With indulging into vandalism of the highest order; as you banged explosive shells into breathing grass to release the inexplicable frustration of your fists?

2..........

HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?

With simple 'diyas (lamps)' of love; compassion; truth in your homes and all across your heart--- OR With dousing the entire harmless street with petrol and then lighting the matchstick to witness it disintegrate into bits of worthless nothingness and flames?

With a scepter of righteousness in your chest and unflinching stride which shunted all lies--- OR With a manipulatively farcical bunch of friends who laughed till death as they viewed millions of bombs produce a diabolical crackle in the heavenly night?

With a mission to conserve and nourish his unbridled environment with your very own breath and till your death--- OR With shooing every helpless bird and animal on the streets as you struck them with misery after misery of demonic smoke and ear-shattering sound?

With a pledge to follow the Religion of Humanity; the only religion he guided you to follow; till the time you existed---OR With dead human bodies and corpses on your shoulders---which you hadn't deliberately killed; but were a victim of your riotously carefree fire-cracker splurge?

With kneeling down to his Omniscient holy spirit and asking for forgiveness for every of your erroneously human misdeed---OR With devastating every bit of his sacrosanct earth with rancid fire---only to show to the world the multiple varieties of bombs and explosives you'd spent on to make merry in the dead?

Well. Well. Well. I'll leave you to answer these questions on your own--- as we've all been blessed with a conscience; heart; soul and spirit to immortally love; by the same God who is one for all of us….

And whilst you do so; All I'll do is pray to him; that you take the right decision this time and everytime; as we gear up to celebrate a very happy Diwali and prosperous New Year…

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» Are you ready to fulfill the Trees last wish
 Are you ready to fulfill the Tree's last wish ???

You unsparingly spat leftovers of your food on its innocent body---yet
the same tree granted you the most tranquil contentment under its
branches; as the afternoon glare fiercely torched even the last bone
of your creaking spine,

You ruthlessly plucked a plentiful of its leaf without any reason or
rhyme---yet the same tree enamored you with boundless an untold story;
as you slumped your entire weight in tiredness; across its majestic
trunk,

You barbarously scratched it to express frustration for your penurious
life--- yet the same tree healed even the most inexplicably bleeding
of your wounds; as you perched in its magical shadow which radiated
immortal love,

You inhumanely dug a countless nails into its body to hang your
belongings--- yet the same tree stood like an infallible fortress
between you and the storm; perpetuating nothing but rejuvenating
friendship into every pore of your frigidly shivering skin,

You insidiously drilled a hole through it to keep sight of your
enemy---- yet the same tree transformed each of its tears into
blessings just for you; to give you new direction and fortitude to
righteously pursue chapters of a truthful life,

You venomously reduced it into a practice punching bag as you pummeled
its form with your daily morning kicks and blows--- yet the same tree
imparted supreme enlightenment to your waveringly beleaguered vision;
with its entrenchment of vivacious green,

You insanely emptied all brutal lead in your gun into its unflinching
body as it served as the best target range---- yet the same tree
provided royal shelter in its top branches to your trembling form; as
you hurriedly scampered up to escape the satanic wolves,

You cannibalistically slit its throat an umpteen times to crackle up
your night with that quintessential firewood---yet the same tree
welcomed you with the most everlasting embrace of its swishing arms
and leaf; as every of your beguilingly merciless kin had deserted you
to die of solitude,

You vindictively defecated; vomited; urinated at its stem; to show you
give a damn—yet the same tree blessed and showered you with a festoon
of feathers; leaves; raindrops and goodness; with every single draught
of gusty wind; and made you feel like an ultimate prince,

You diabolically whipped it with your waist-belt and walking stick to
release the volcanic energy of your numb shoulder and palm---yet the
same tree befriended you with kisses of love; as you clung to it like
a child when the devastating earthquake struck,

You hurled on it every abuse you'd learnt in the process of your life
as you knew it hadn't the power to retaliate---yet the same tree gave
you the ultimate pillow to sleep on every night in its compassionately
protruding roots; when the hole in your tattered pockets grew larger
by the minute,

You indiscriminately butchered its body many a time to get rid of
unkempt weeds that loitered your spurious courtyard---yet the same
tree blossomed once again in due course of time taking its strength
from mother earth; only to bless you with that everlasting shade; cool
and mid-summer siesta,

You ominously inscribed many an enthusing shape on its body with your
knife only to woo your girlfriend to profess---yet the same tree saw
to it that your friendship immortalized into the truest of love;
courtesy its now gruesomely bleeding countenance split into livid
rags,

You tyrannically subjected it to all kinds of electricity; just to
assert how ingeniously you'd proved that it too had life---yet the
same tree gave you a roof for your house when it'd blown away;
chivalrously gave you its fruit to eat when your bowels were on the
verge of spewing famished blood,

You belligerently stripped it of all its flower every morning to
empower your flower shop with its lifeless roots and scent---yet the
same tree gave you that much missing whistle in your monotonous
existence; tantalizing you to fantasize about all goodness on this
fathomless planet,

You sadistically burnt every bit of its charm on the spurious pretext
that ghosts were stuck to it---yet the same tree once again evolved
into a kingly assortment of flowers; leaves and silken branch; to
comfort you in your bizarre sadness and prove that it was nothing but
nature's ultimate gift to all mankind,

You greedily snatched its newborn tendrils each day to farcically
brush the already shines whites of your teeth--- yet the same tree
bore the brunt of every heinous sword; stone and bomb on its naked
body; singlehandedly wading off the fanatic mob; invincibly guarding
you as you snored,

You unthinkably let countless of it felled down to read your books on
lavish paper instead of switching over to e-books--- yet the same tree
continued to enlighten your nostrils with its scent of a united earth;
as you fancily flipped through your novel pages extracted from its
pristine bark,

And even as you were about to criminally extricate it from its very
roots to make way for your new dwelling----the tree only asked you to
fulfill its final wish---that was to plant it at some place else;
where it'd once again catch root by the grace of God----continue to
bless you with unsurpassable cisterns of luck; happiness; contentment;
fantasy; shade and charm as it blossomed up towards blue sky,

So are you ready to forgive it as it had also forgiven you a countless
times; Are you ready to fulfill the Tree's one last wish ???

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»That I was blind
" That I was blind " - A poem to sensitize those with eye-sight towards those who are blind....
 
Outside; the Sun fire-lit every sagging bit of nerve and adulterated
soil; into an unparalleled wind of optimism; blazing into dynamic
freshness,
For me though; the blackness grew even more disconcerting than ever;
slowly crippling all my dimensions of beauty and charm--- a blackness
which rendered my existence into hysteric sadness with no respite….
 
Outside; the leaves blossomed into sparkling freshness from their
tender buds; as mists of desire not only kissed them; but gave them
the tenacity to lead a fulsome life,
For me though; the blackness pierced more ominously than a zillion
smoldering thorns; leading me to dungeons of despair---a blackness
which made me lose my way everytime I tread with new-found hope on
rustic soil…
 
Outside; there was unimaginably fervent hustle-bustle as people of all
color; caste; creed; race and religion---jostled helter-skelter in the
rat race of survival of the fittest,
For me though; the blackness spun its web of disdainful loneliness
till the last grain of my fantasy---a blackness which made me shunt
every fabric of society in a baseless apprehension of cold rejection….
 
Outside; there swirled festivity of all gigantic size and proportion;
with crackling thunder and white lightening of the sky; giving people
more reason to uninhibitedly cheer,
For me though; the blackness metamorphosed every piece of my
creativity into color of the morbid grave----a blackness which made me
miserably writhe and flounder in the most primary of duties towards
life…
 
Outside; the shadows grew dismally taller and smaller depending on
shades of the majestic day; as it earnestly gave way to an even more
royally spell-binding and sensuous night,
For me though; the blackness made every joyous bit of existence a
squandering non-existence---a blackness which made me worse than a
new-born infant reaching out to a mother; sibling or hand
everytime---only to find empty space…
 
Outside; the planet behaved at gay abandon; throwing a spirit of
untamed adventure to the winds; as it dared to take the path
unexplored and experience the mystical vibrations of the unknown,
For me though; the blackness crucified every inscrutable imagery into
ashes of nothingness; a decrepit blackness that had rendered every
tear drop of mine to being merely called 'saline'….
 
Outside; undulating waves of the ocean rose more and more euphorically
towards the profoundness of the sky; as ravishing storms and thunder
kissed its emerald water,
For me though; the blackness diabolically cursed with the most
intolerable of stench—a blackness which was a wall worse than jail;
painstakingly dissolving me into a hell of dreaded hatred….
 
Outside; people leapt out of bed at the most evanescent crackle of
dawn; full of undaunted ebullience to start afresh and with pride in
their souls; leaving the chapters of erroneously faltering past well
behind,
For me though; the blackness sinfully rendered every instant of life
howsoever past; present or future as just the same; a blackness which
made me stagnate into wretched gloom as I haplessly groped to find the
edge of my bed….
 
Outside; boundless civilizations of all living kind relished intricate
varieties of food; huddled together to form their own inimitable
chains for hearty 'Breakfast'; succulent 'Lunch' and sumptuous
'Dinner',
For me though; the blackness discarded me like a chunk of orphaned
feces in busiest of streets; a blackness which at times made my
trembling hands feed my ears; eyes and forehead; if they were the
slightest occupied in finding a place for me to sit…
 
Outside; the globe changed everyday by the power of unduplicated
imagination; as a united mass of living beings dared to envision;
empower and enlighten with their mysticism extraordinaire,
For me though; the blackness hissed the ugliness of despairing
extinction; a blackness that made me perceive every space on this
planet as a miserably Lost World…
 
Outside; there eternally continued the chapters of effulgent life and
inevitable death; till the time God commanded this earth to
symbiotically exist,
For me though; the blackness heinously tightened its grip around my
neck; a blackness which made me feel as if traversing alive like a
meaningless corpse and being lambasted by the mortuaries of death….
 

No No. Before you start presuming me to be the worst kind of jinxed
human existing. Let me tell you that I wasn't any of the sort.
 
As the truth was far more unbearably unfortunate. That I was Blind.
 
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»Becoming one in Mind; Body and Spirit. As the Sunlight Kissed
Becoming one in Mind; Body and Spirit-As the Sunlight Kissed…

As it kissed the frigidly shriveled leaves of the tree; they suddenly
simmered with boisterous currents of rhapsodic life; abruptly ending
the era of all that was rotten with adulterated man-made filth,

As it kissed the lackadaisically stagnant swamps of water; they
suddenly metamorphosed into a fantabulous effervescent river; charming
one and all with its undulating ripples of unparalleled ecstasy,

As it kissed the sullenly polluted particles of dust; they suddenly
became the most poignantly enthralling breeze of victory; mesmerizing
living kind of all ages and shapes with the freshness of priceless
life,

As it kissed the rocks miserably eroded with ominous bomb; they
suddenly stood with their chests unflinching and high; with an
alacrity now undefeated by any sinful artificial man or machine,

As it kissed the parsimonious layers of brutally pulverized soil;
they suddenly transformed  into an uninhibited womb of procreation;
now feeling relieved of all angst; fertilizer and robotized greed,

As it kissed the disdainfully trembling roots of the tree; they
suddenly started to glow in anticipation of a fearless next life;
forming the most blissful bonds of perpetuity with royal crusts of
sacrosanct soil,

As it kissed the lividly lame weeds aimlessly squandering on the
ocean; they suddenly sprang up with an untamed leap towards the sky;
saluting the Almighty Divine with every euphoric rise of the frosty
wave,

As it kissed the silken webs shattered by barbarous prejudices of man;
they suddenly coalesced together in the most perfect rhyme of all
times; with each of their strand being an everlasting testimonial to
the spirit of a united living kind,

As it kissed the sinister dungeons fretting and fuming in labyrinths
of dark; they suddenly blazed in the full fervor of optimistic
existence; yearning to lead each instant of life with an untiring
exuberance to embrace and not to jail,

As it kissed the pockets of clouds scattered into a boundless bits;
they suddenly radiated in the true Omnipotent Light of the Lord;
blessing an infinite raindrops of goodness upon every deplorably
estranged territory of planet divine,

As it kissed the eyeballs submerged into a corpse of gruesome
blackness; they suddenly experienced the unparalleled fieriness to
conquer each aspect of holistic existence; with the rays of
compassion; peace; love and truth,

As it kissed the wavering eerie mists of the penalizing night; they
suddenly beamed into a whole new chapter of a brilliantly lit
tomorrow; whose rays enlightened the entire planet to unite in threads
of perennial friendship,

As it kissed the non-existent shadow of the raunchily marauding
devils; they suddenly entered the scepter of a new-found blessed life;
whose aura of immortal love vanquished every trace of sin & lies--
forever and ever and ever,

As it kissed the umpteen blades of squeamishly fetid moist grass; they
suddenly started to emanate the scent of victory; miraculously rising
in unison towards the heaven---in the most vibrantly united fortress
of green,

As it kissed the irately squabbling religions of  Hinduism; Islam;
Christianity; Buddhism---they suddenly became the most bountifully
unconquerable religion of humanity—a religion which was made for one
and all by the Omnipresent Lord Divine,

As it kissed the woefully wounded---wailing every moment to somehow
escape the grave; they suddenly levitated into bits of open blue sky;
united hand in hand under just one Omnipotent Light of truth from the
Creator,

As it kissed perverted minds rampantly ravaging the fabric of
impeccable humanity; they suddenly started to resound in the song of
togetherness and calm; charring most insouciant iota of devilry to the
invisible ashes,

And as the "Sunlight" simultaneously kissed my heart whilst kissing
all of the above;  I suddenly became one in mind; body; spirit and
till the very last breath of my existence; with every element of the
atmosphere; earth; sky  and Universe around me; and with every single
one of them…

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»YES…

 

Do I write poetry to be in due obeisance of the Omnipotent Lord and
his perpetual Universe of effervescent creations; admire his
Omniscient glory which destined every life- beyond every science could
ever dare to be or do?

 Do I write poetry to slacken the strings of my otherwise frenetically
estranged heart; so that it commenced to sing the tunes of the most
bountifully mellifluous of an existence?

Do I write poetry to admire the fathomless terrains of lush green
grass and bizarre barrenness alike; which  maneuvered my brain to
perceive of the  stark candidness of God's inscrutable creation?

Do I write poetry to languish in the aisles of unfettered desire;
fantasy and charm; as the ruthless monotony of the betraying planet
got more and more sinfully robotized outside?

Do I write poetry to celestially mollify the agony of my restlessly
bohemian fingers; which inherently felt that the best shape they could
ever give to blessed life-was in the form of surreal tantalizing
words?

Do I write poetry to paint the canvas of this triumphantly undying
Universe in an ocean of alphabets;  all of ravishing sizes; shapes and
forms to evolve the most royally vivid moments and memories of all
times?

Do I write poetry to tantalize every cranny of the living brain to
dream beyond realms of the unknown; take a much deserved break from
the rigmarole of survival and astoundingly levitate to the hilt of the
fantasy clouds?

Do I write poetry to metamorphose every soul inflamed in abhorrent
terrorism and gloom; into an evergreen field of miraculous flowers
which forever bloomed into the mists of love?

Do I write poetry to perennially tingle the chords of a flagrantly
dying imagination; to rise high and handsome from the fetid corpse and
emboss the definition of a whole new optimistic dawn with the imprint
of humanity?

Do I write poetry to grant even the most infinitesimal droplet of
sweat of my flailing form; the status of a King; a King who crafts his
own kingdom of desire with the insatiable intensity of his existence?

Do I write poetry to make love to every organism symbiotically alive;
as the poetic waterfall of infallible beauty; unflinchingly rose above
every circumcised definition of caste; creed; religion; color and
tribe—forever bonding with a united singleton mass of love?

Do I write poetry to rhapsodically transport into golden days of
childhood; bring out that very untamed freshness of innocuous creation
in every piece of verse that timeslessly yearns to trace its
quintessential roots?

Do I write poetry to do justice to the best asset of my life; which I
intrinsically believe has been bestowed upon me by the Omnipresent
Lord; and which I wanted to pursue since my very first fiery breath?

Do I write poetry to find what they called heavenly paradise after
death; right here in the throes of castrated confusion and sadistic
war; rampantly ravaging through the divinely fabric of mother soil?

Do I write poetry to pursue the inevitable magnetic pull towards every
nerve of my beleaguered persona; which solely led me into the
corridors of panoramic fantasy reigning supreme till the very end?

Do I write poetry to express the innermost feelings of my soul in the
most articulate manner possible; when whatever other expression that I
leaned upon-- seemed a complete insane balderdash to the planet
outside?

Do I write poetry to woo the most horrendous of my foes to perpetually
unite with me; then undauntedly surge forward with them together to
befriend every despairing shadow out there; in the blessed cradle of
our love?

Do I write poetry to give back to the globe all the goodness that it
copiously sprinkled on me; made me feel worthwhile and alive whilst
finding my own foothold on ground; which by God's grace was the very
foundation for all these poetic lines?

Do I write poetry to experience being the richest man alive till times
beyond infinity; irrespective of whether the markets rose or fall;
irrespective of whether there was a cloth on my body or not---simply
and solely based on the power of my effulgent thought?

Do I write poetry to live and to die without the tiniest of
hesitation; treat both these aspects of  unimpeachable existence
wondrously alike; and as the ultimate gifts from the heaven of the
Almighty Divine?

Well Well. Some of you would kill me or let me live irrespective of my
saying a "Yes" or "No" to all of the above….

So let me just "Live" or "Die" –whatever's destined---by holding my
head high and equal amongst you. And  say what I've always wanted to
say. "YES".

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»Man-The Biggest Hypocrite…

 

He thanked the simmering rays of the Sun from the innermost realms of
his heart; for compassionately befriending his every heartlessly
chilly winter morning,
Whilst the same man unrelentingly abused the same Sun for transforming
him into a gutter of disdainful sweat; as the peak of afternoon crept
by and he trespassed his terrace barefoot…

He thanked the voluptuous puffs of clouds for permeating each instant
of his otherwise bedraggled day; with unparalleled fantasies of
desire; charm and inseparable longing,
Whilst the same man viciously abused the same clouds for bruising him
beyond repair; as he stumbled into the valley shouting for his life;
losing his footing into the velvety fading light….

He thanked the tree to no end for providing him the most blissful
shade of his life; wading all his worries to an eternal rest as he
uninhibitedly slept on its motherly trunk,
Whilst the same man intransigently abused the same tree for becoming
an infuriating hindrance; as he frantically searched for his beloved
amidst the fathomless network of forest grapevines; branches; stalks
and leaf….

He thanked the gigantic waves till his last trace of voice; for
rhythmically lifting his boat high and handsome towards the sky; with
poetically vivacious strokes galore,
Whilst the same man bawdily abused the same waves for betraying him as
he sank to the rock bottom of the ocean with his boat; suddenly not
able to withstand the undefeated flamboyancy of the waves anymore….

He thanked the surreally silent night with all his might; for giving
him that much needed inevitable reprieve from the vagaries of this
planet; where every robotic morning of worry led him to think only
suicide,
Whilst the same man unsparingly abused the same night for rendering
him in a state of abject loneliness; deserting him in fear of being
indiscriminately robbed as he incoherently babbled with the winds….

He thanked the unflinchingly straight walls with tears of gratitude in
his eyes; for being his best and most faithful companion; as he talked
to them when the entire world shunted and made parodies of his
eccentric delights,
Whilst the same man vindictively abused the same walls for badly
bruising his nose and imprisoning him till eternity; each time he
tried to run and feel the fresh atmosphere; outside….

He thanked the fathomless desert for triggering his imagination to the
most unprecedented limits; as the endless expanse of golden sands made
him a spontaneous artist filled with prolific joy of the living kind,
Whilst the same man inconsolably abused the same desert for making him
completely lose his moorings; hopelessly stranding him amidst a
labyrinth of only dust; as he winced to take on the force of one of
his chilliest nights….

He thanked the gustily blowing wind with open arms; for soaring his
kite like the ultimate magician up into bits of limitless sky; as his
fingers swayed to the tunes of the ardently charged string,
Whilst the same man inexorably abused the same wind for ruthlessly
pushing him to a racy death---100 floors down his building; as it blew
just a trifle too harder for his comfort and his foot inadvertently
tripped….

He thanked the triumphantly scintillating glass for honestly
portraying every contour of his personality; as he stood up with
integrity on his hard earned patch of soil,
Whilst the same man implacably abused the same glass for making him an
inferior societal neglect; as it reflected scores of other thousands
of beings more beautiful than him; and he now prepared himself to lead
a life ahead full of misery; self-destruction and gloom…

He thanked the virgin streaks of white lightening for igniting the
most dormant arenas of his brain; leading him to discover the
inexplicably mysterious world beyond the mundane,
Whilst the same man horrifically abused the same lightening for
reducing him into bits of invisibly ludicrous ash; as he stood a bit
longer under it to admire it in its full and untamed glory…

He thanked the tumultuously pelting drops of sensuous rain with
passionate folded palms; for blessing every disastrously parched nerve
of his with rhapsodic delight ,
Whilst the same man barbarously abused the same rain for indefinitely
stranding him within four walls; as the incessant downpour
exasperatingly cut his every feasible link with the commercial globe
outside…

He thanked the boundlessly dense forests for allowing him to discover
his quintessential roots; as he let the seductive spray of the dew
evoke memories of the supernatural and beyond; in the spectacularly
star-studded night,
Whilst the same man remorsefully abused the same forests for making
him a wastrel wanderer; slapping the tag of a good-for-nothing
eccentric recluse into his now mysteriously groping eyes…

He thanked the compassionate woman living with him for making him feel
complete in every aspect of his existence; transcending his every
desire beyond the zenith of fulfillment,
Whilst the same man cruelly abused the same woman for circumscribing
his life into realms of responsibility; rendering him a mere puppet to
fulfill his worldly duties bereft of all spice; after a while…

You know why. Because every Man on earth; myself included; is the
biggest Hypocrite.

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»If there was anything that could bite a man

 

Not the deadliest sting of the venomously dancing scorpion;
perpetually waiting to crawl on naked skin and pierce its hindside
deep down into streams of innocuous scarlet blood,

Not even the menacingly insatiable army of ants; ardently dreaming of
nothing else but triggering a volcano of unbearable redness; as they
stealthily clambered upon the most invisible patches of skin,

Not even the most savagely gleaming knives; who yearned to
sadistically chop anything and everything in vicinity; into a trillion
pieces of livid meaninglessness,

Not even the most despairingly morose dungeons; who wanted to devour
every conceivable source of life in the blooming atmosphere; forever
into a graveyard of demonic blackness,

Not even the most ominously parasitic leeches; who started to
hideously slither as if starved since a thousand centuries; at
sighting the most orphaned droplet of blood splattered on the grave,

Not even the most invidiously smoldering embers of the bonfire; whose
sole mission in life was to burn every trespassing soul to an
unrecognizable death; a most perfect vindication for their dreadfully
miserly state of now,

Not even the most incapacitated of oblivious rusty iron nails; who
knew they could cause many an inexplicably traumatizing disease; apart
from a corpse of woeful blood; once they pugnaciously stung,

Not even the most perilously sinister sheets of sinking mud; who
wretchedly suckled you to the rock bottom of incarcerated darkness;
with an ease as inanimate as a ghost passing unscathed through the
wall,

Not even the most forlornly thwarting silence; a web of preposterously
crucifying loneliness trying its best to trap every life of bustling
energy; only to be eaten by the spiders of hell,

Not even the gullibly hissing snakes; whose singleton kiss of the lips
on pristine life; led to the most irrevocably silencing mortuaries of
death; an agonizing extinction which brutally paralyzed all existence,

Not even the most tyrannical wells of unending sarcasm; which plagued
every creatively brilliant spark that rose from the mind and soul;
with the devil's altar of jinxed negativity,

Not even the most disdainfully lethal smokescreens of adulteration;
which yearned every unveiling instant to usurp everyone on earth; in
their murderously cancerous swirl,

Not even the most abysmal gorge of hopeless desperation; which
perpetuated every sane entity on the trajectory of the planet; to
become a maniac who asymmetrically plundered for raw flesh and blood,

Not even the most dreadfully conniving satans of hell; who devised
endless insidious ways and means to torture you after you died; and
were sent to their custody in your fecklessly frigid after life,

Not even the most despondently amorphous walls of monotony; which
unsparingly marauded every infinitesimal ounce of newness around with
carcasses of penalizing routine,

Not even the most heartless cauldrons with meat butchered into a
zillion pieces; where the most priceless of emotions were hacked to
the most indescribably torturous death; shockingly alive,

Not even the most ominously wailing streams of blistering lava;
launching an assault of an unimaginably distorted and instant death;
as it fervently prayed for the very first living step to transgress
its way,

Not even most ghoulishly jangling skeletons of nothingness; whose sole
purpose lay in scaring the daylights of optimism from the innermost
realms of your soul; make you one of their own even in the pinnacle of
your robust life,

But if there was anything that could indeed bite a Man till beyond an
infinite of his lives and deaths---Then it was only the infidelity of
the woman whom he'd given his heart; the woman whom he truly loved…

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