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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?

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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?

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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.

»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".

»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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»I would keep loving you; till the end of this life…

I fervently admired you; because you admired God; lived each instant
of your life ineffably wonderstruck at the beauty of his limitless
creation; the unparalleled charisma that radiated from each element of
his atmosphere,

I timelessly sought you; because you sought God; made him your only
shoulder to lean upon; in your times of inexplicable duress as well as
when you spiraled high and handsome in the clouds of invincible
happiness,

I relentlessly imagined you; because you imagined God; let your mind
devotedly wander in the realms of his fathomless Omnipotent Light;
without the most inconspicuous iota of the devil pillaging in,

I devoutly followed you; because you followed God; choosing the most
irrefutably honest pathways of existence; though it meant going
through an ordeal more traumatizing than what hell could be,

I uninhibitedly kissed you; because you kissed God; hugging his idol
of simpleton medieval stone; but which had the unfathomable power of
demolishing and recreating this world an infinite times,

I irrevocably believed you; because you believed God; accepted
everything and anything unfurling around you as a part of impoverished
destiny; and only in the betterment of this majestic planet and its
good,

I inexhaustibly cherished you; because you cherished God; found the
ultimate mantra of living life to the fullest and in harmony with
mother nature; in every current of wind that enveloped your stride,

I inevitably found you; because you found God; not beyond the horizons
beyond your pragmatic reach; but in every bit of compassionately
humanitarian goodness that you displayed to each of your fellow living
kind,

I quintessentially felt you; because you felt God; in every ounce of
the boundless atmosphere and earth around; since it functioned and
flourished at solely his eternal commands; and he was its
unconquerably Omnipresent Creator,

I unhesitatingly beseeched you; because you beseeched God; asked him
above anyone else on this unceasing earth; to grant you with the
tenacity to live and let live each inimitably priceless moment of
life,

I wholeheartedly trusted you; because you trusted God; looked ardently
forward to every optimistic dawn to grant you with the reinvigorated
vigor of life; make the beats of your existence dance to the tunes of
Creator Divine,

I untiringly related to you; because you related to God; bonding with
his unassailably Omniscient spirit for times immemorial; when even the
thickest of your family and blood related kin had ruthlessly abandoned
you,

I passionately sketched you; because you sketched God; endeavoring
your very best to embed even an infinitesimal fraction of his
Universe's beauty on the desolate canvas of your heart; till the time
he destined you to live,

I crisply saluted you; because you saluted God; humbly nestling those
palms against the forehead and towards the ever-pervading heavens; at
every single opportunity that you got to thank him for this bountiful
life,

I wholeheartedly invited you; because you invited God; as the first
and last symbol of unshakable power and splendor-- to bless every
philanthropic expedition of life; that you commenced upon,

I fearlessly spoke to you; because you spoke to God; confiding in him
the most insouciant apprehension of your heart; when the globe outside
had turned a brutal deaf ear; and blackmailed you at the slightest
opportunity that came their way,

I undyingly worshipped you; because you worshipped God; abnegating the
entire material wealth of this planet; if it came in your way of
kneeling in due and unhindered obeisance at his Omnipresent feet,

I immortally loved you; because you loved God; abruptly walking out on
everything that you'd assimilated and inherently related to you; to
forever bond with his heavenly light of impregnable truth,

But believe me. Even if you weren't all of the above and were a
non-believer of God from the core of your heart----I would still love
you as much.

Because whether you believe in God or not; I resolutely believe that
it was only God who's created everything on earth---including atheists
like you. And being one of his infinite son's it is my duty to love,
respect, adore and befriend each of his creations---though sadly they
be against him. And thus I'd keep loving you irrespective; till the
end of this lifetime….

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»Go Green…

"Green" is enchantment unparalleled; transforming every beleaguered
bone on disdainfully crackled earth; into a festoon of undying
replenishment till times beyond eternity,

"Green" is the ultimate magicians wand; perpetuating every speck of
the atmosphere with a tranquil so victorious; that it became the smile
of each symbiotic countenance alive,

"Green" is the most everlastingly compassionate caress of nature
divine; royally accommodating infinite organisms of different shapes,
sizes, color and charm into a blanket of invincible frolic and
togetherness,

"Green" is the most pricelessly inimitable definition of freshness;
incessantly spawning into the undefeated dazzle of optimistic dawn; to
enlighten the entire Universe with the colors of brilliant newness,

"Green" is every sore eye's perpetual delight; wholesomely shrugging
off every wretched insinuation of monotonous commercialism; with the
effervescent new-born foliage of earth divine,

"Green" is the most supremely mollifying tonic to the incarcerated
soul; alleviating the most inconspicuous of its sorrow with undying
enigmatic whispers; which reverberated till beyond the infinite,

"Green" is the most fragrantly uninhibited dance of every organism
alive; as the unsurpassable buckets of rain; pelted unfettered from
the belly of fathomless sky,

"Green" is the most pristine shade of prosperity at its unbelievable
hilt; shimmering like a new born child replete with only happiness in
every flamboyant ray of the sun and the equally royally moonlit night,

"Green" is the destiny which never ever dies; astoundingly
proliferating into a boundless landscapes of blooming life; which made
the most parasitic robots as the greatest poets till as long as God's
earth survived,

"Green" symbolizes the most blissfully perfect truce between austere
white and diabolical black; where the winds of majestic moderation
transit every living being to the paths of bountiful righteousness,

"Green" nullifies the very non-existent roots of anarchic depression;
profoundly enthralling one and all in the neighborhood with the
tantalizing vivaciousness of a fairy; who'd descended down solely to
magnetize rustic soil,

"Green" evokes unconquerable desire in every ingredient of the blood;
to be one and in perfect unison with Mother nature; let the unbridled
beauty of her endless creations harness every aspect of impoverished
existence,

"Green" makes you the most unabashed artist alive; as you
bewilderingly fathom for the starting point and the horizons; on the
infinite canvas of the Lord's panoramic sanctuary,

"Green" makes you the most passionate lover on trajectory of the
endless planet; damning all inhibitions to the corpse as you fervently
rolled into grasslands of desire—breath intermingled with the breath
of your beloved,

"Green" is an ever-pervading rainbow; which charms even the most
deadened of mortuary with its rustle and innocent grace; sprinkling
quintessential ounces of vibrant life wherever it mystically crept,

"Green" is the ultimate harbinger of all peace and unity on the
distraught globe; as it vanquishes every sinister trail of the
barbarously marauding devil; with the freshness of love; creation and
blessed fruits of the divine,

"Green" radiates an unshakable aura of optimism to the farthest
quarter of the world; maintaining the most unbelievably perfect
equilibrium between the sky; the earth and diminutive man trespassing
in-between,

"Green" represents the free spirit of every continent; race; wind and
space under the sky; immortally continuing the chapters of God's
sacred creation; by timelessly proliferating into an infinite more of
its color and kind,

Therefore what are you waiting for. Go Green. Plant a tree in every
barren bit of space that you could lay your hands upon. And then
witness your sown children become the most undivided race of
togetherness; friendship; love and peace; even centuries after you
were dead…

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»A Womans World…

If a man was born out of a woman's divinely womb; after tossing;
turning and kicking helplessly for 9 agonizingly marathon months;
before tasting the first beams of light of the alien world,

If a man suckled life-yielding milk; comfort; and compassion; from the
bosom of a woman; in order to perseveringly fortify each of his
bone--to face the ghastly wrath of the parasitic planet outside,

If a man wailed in a woman's eclectically sensitive palms in his times
of duress; felt their latent warmth as the most invincible fortress;
even as the worst of hell descended on earth,

If a man fervently licked his fingers clean time and again; savoring
the most succulently ravishing meals on earth even in his dreams;
prepared by the artistically virile woman,

If a man flirted and philandered with a woman in iridescent twilight;
in order to grant his veins the most tantalizingly unparalleled
exhilaration that ever existed; in order to profoundly realize the
glory of his untamed youth,

If a man kissed a woman with every ounce of passion that existed in
each ingredient of his blood; in order to perpetually feel the
quintessential reason of existence; as two souls royally blended to
become one,

If a man took inimitably unflinching pride in introducing a woman as
his better-half partner for life; thereby demonstrating his perfect
symbiosis with nature and winning the unanimous applause of one and
all around,

If a man started to work everyday with reinvigorated vigor to conquer
life and its uncanny hardships; thanks to the fearlessly inspiring
smile of a woman and the power of faith in her resplendent eyes,

If a man desperately sought a beautiful woman's face amidst a
boundless crowd of other men; to enlighten his otherwise wretchedly
remorseful evening with the clouds of effervescent desire,

If a man resorted to the sensuous caress of a magnetic
woman--shrugging millions of the currency coin; only to feel the
ultimate magic of exhaling in princely desire and unconquerably alive,

If a man desperately shouted the name of the woman who brought him to
the world even before he remembered God; at the tiniest attack of the
salaciously crucifying devil,

If a man squeaked worse than an orphaned rat infront of a woman's
door; to forgive him as night fell and he frantically needed a
shoulder to cry upon—as the mosquitoes of worldly commercialism chased
him down to the last hole,

If a man considered a woman his most eternally unshakable companion;
to uninhibitedly blend with his feminist fears and tears; understand
his sensitive soul to the hilt--like no-one else could ever
comprehend,

If a man needed a woman to trigger an infinite colors and spectrums of
desire; in his otherwise robotically routine business night; where all
that was otherwise visible was plaintive cigarette smoke; tie; whisky;
dubious collapse of stocks; and unbearable strife,

If a man depended on a woman to articulately assemble and sift through
his disorganized life; make him feel more responsible in the chapter
of existence; as he refreshingly marched forward with a purpose to
serve back his own world,

If a man embraced a woman for bondings more immortal than an infinite
more physical lives and veritable deaths; totally unfettered as the
planet viciously abused him; locked in the arms of her ever-pervading
love,

If a man secretly wanted to be fed every morsel of his food by a woman
just like in innocuous childhood; in order to forever revel in the
love and glory of the very best that life in its most pristinely form;
had to ever offer,

If a man wholesomely leaned upon a woman to continue his race and name
ahead; intransigently feel that the chapter of life had then
eventually revolved a complete circle,

Then why the hell do you call it and rant about it as a 'MANS EARTH'.
For whether you agree or don't agree it always has been and always
would be a 'WOMANS WORLD'….

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