The Womb
By
Nikhil Parekh
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About the Author
Nikhil Parekh from Ahmedabad, India - is a Love Poet and an Eight- Time World Record Holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India (Only 2nd in Official World Rankings to the Guinness Book of World Records) . His complete poems, poetry books, awards and works can be visited on the Internet at - www.nikhilparekh.org or www.nikhilparekh.com .
About the Poetry Book
A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the ever-pervading woman and mother. Profoundly saluting her love, compassion and resolute grit as she evolves a diminutive infant into a powerhouse of talent, into a complete individual. The poems in the collection are humble salutations to the essence of Parenthood, to the unbelievable depths of sacrifice that a mother resorts whilst bringing up her child right since its inception in the womb. Each poem reveres the 'godly womb' as the source of all creation that has ever been. This book in itself is the most befitting tribute to the agonizing odysseys of parents as they nourish their children---and children as they grow up as the most powerful angels of God to stupefy all humanity with their inherent charm. A quintessential read for every parent or parent to be, it brings out the charm of creation since the very first breath. The verses within bountifully poeticize every unbridled mischief of a child with its beloved parents.
Table of Contents
WOMAN…
FATHER AND MOTHER….
FOR MY ETERNAL MOTHER…
CHILDREN ARE LIKE GOD….
SOLELY AN IMMORTAL MOTHER….
WOMB….
MY BABY
THE VOICE OF MY DIVINELY BABY DAUGHTER…
HIS HEART WAS AS OMNIPRESENT
THE BRIDE
WHEN I WAS A CHILD
THE FINAL THOUGHT
REFLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD
TALE O F T R A D I T I O N
A CHILD SMILES
THERE WAS SIMPLY NO NEED
WHAT I DO KNOW
IT WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL
SIMPLY USELESS
THE GREATEST CURSE…
GODLY WOMB
I LOVED THEM MORE
THE POWER OF MY MOTHER’S MILK
SINFUL IDENTITY
TRIUMPHANTLY GODLY LAP
COME LETS WHOLEHEARTEDLY ALLOW
ONLY A MOTHER
TO THE INIMITABLY GODLY BEATS
INIMITABLY DIVINE MOTHER
MOTHER
GOD'S MOST PRECIOUS CREATION
HAVING FUN
RIGHTFULLY YOURS
O ! HEAVENLY MOTHER
WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST OF FEAR
I LONGED FOR THOSE MOMENTS
IT WAS A FEMALE’S OMNIPOTENT WOMB
IN MY CHILD’S IMMORTAL EYES
A TRIBUTE TO MY GRANDPARENTS
THE PERFECT HOUSEWIFE
THE BEST RIDE
FATHER
LEARN TO ALTRUISTICALLY SACRIFICE
INTO HOW MANY PARTS WOULD YOU DIVIDE THE CHILD
THE SOLE AND ONLY VOICE OF MY DAUGHTER…
TRANSFORM ME INTO A CHILD
MOTHER AND CHILD
REMEMBER THAT ONE DAY
NEWLY BORN EYES
MY NEWBORN DAUGHTER
THE NOBLE CITIZENS OF TOMORROW
THE CHAPTER OF EXISTENCE
TRYING TO HIDE DEEPER
ASTOUNDINGLY SENSITIVE
DON’T YOU DARE O! DEVIL
TWO WOMEN…
THE SON OF MY MOTHER….
AT YOUR TIMELESSLY DIVINE FEET…
WHY NOT MOTHER’S INITIALS???
IMMORTAL MOTHER…
IMMORTAL BONDING
I STILL PROFOUNDLY REMEMBER
THE FIRST CRIES
KAVYA--II
HER NEW BORN HEARTBEATS
INFATUATION
KAVYA--I
KAVYA
DEAR DADDY
IN THE LAP OF MY MOTHER
STRAIGHT ANSWERS
INNOCENT LIVES
9 MONTHS
YOU WERE THE GREATEST
CLINGING TIGHTLY TO THE BODY OF MY MOTHER
CALL US MOTHER
NEVER SNATCH
STILL CRAVING FOR MORE
FATHERHOOD
ADORABLE SISTER
FRESHLY BORN
MY FIRST SON
GODLY PARENTS
I FELT THE MOST IMMORTAL WOMAN…
JUST TREAT HIM AS YOUR IMMORTAL SON
MOTHER AND WIFE
KEPT CALLING ME FATHER
MY SON
COMPLETE SURRENDER
ATLEAST DON’T DO THAT SIN
MOTHER & THE ARTIST….
OMNIPRESENT MOTHER…
LIVING DEAD…
THE OMNIPRESENT MOTHER…
SOLELY AN IMMORTAL MOTHER
DIVINELY MOTHER
REJOICING MY FIRST CRY
LET A CHILD SMILE
THE RAIN AND MY NEW BORN BABY DAUGHTER
JUST DOESN’T END
CAN NEVER EVER FORGET
HEAVENLY MOTHER
IF BEING A MAN IS ALL ABOUT…
MRS. NAMITA SHAH---YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO MY CHILD…
A WOMAN’S WORLD
The Poems
WOMAN
A garden of voluptuously endless scent; sprouting into
a bountiful maze of tantalizing color and vibrancy;
every unleashing minute of the panoramic day,
A fortress of unflinchingly impregnable solidarity;
tirelessly inspiring one and all of her
compassionately gregarious kin,
A fountain of resplendent graciousness; disseminating
the fragrance of everlasting empathy; on every
impoverished step that she majestically tread,
A cloudburst of insatiably untamed yearning; as she
triggered fireballs of unsurpassably untamed desire;
even in the heart of the sordidly treacherous and
remorseful night,
A waterfall of astoundingly scintillating radiance; as
she unveiled an unfathomable veil of regale artistry
in every ingredient of the vivaciously bustling
atmosphere,
A wave of perennially heartfelt emotions; ardently
exploring the fathomless chapters of existence; as the
Omnipotent sun bloomed full throttle in the whites of
her immaculately pristine eyes,
An apostle of humanitarian bonding; embracing all
spell binding goodness of this gigantic Universe;
wonderfully in her compassionately amiable bosom,
A forest of eternally proliferating sensuousness;
profusely oozing into unsurpassable rivulets of
ingratiating enchantment; as voluptuous darkness took
an invincible grip on disdainfully inclement light,
A perpetually perfect dream for any artist; as he
assimilated even the most infinitesimal iota of her
celestially sparkling beauty; in the fathomless
embodiment of his timeless canvas,
An everlastingly Optimistic light; that maneuvers you
towards a paradise of divine rhapsody and unending
exuberance; when you felt your nerves being brutally
annihilated by swords of bizarre manipulation,
A melodiously evergreen song; that rejuvenates every
despicably dying speck of your frazzled visage;
marvelously drifting you towards a sky of vividly
fascinating newness,
An insurmountably poignant gorge of vibrant
titillation; blissfully enrapturing even the most
drearily alien; into a cocoon of mesmerizing smiles,
A harbinger of ubiquitously immortal peace; divinely
soothing every invidiously adulterated web of
discordant hoarseness; with the stupendously
supernatural melody in her voice,
A selfless mirror of beautifully scintillating
reality; uninhibitedly unleashing the corridors of her
impeccable soul; to all philanthropically blending on
the trajectory of this gargantuan earth,
An indefatigable saga of tumultuous passion and
turmoil; wholeheartedly weathering every stage of
inexplicably enigmatic existence; in harmoniously
triumphant synergy with the; Almighty Divine,
A rainbow of Omnisciently perpetuating shine;
inundating even the most preposterously indigent of
lives; with gloriously unblemished rivers of ecstatic
seduction,
A wind of fabulously reinvigorating freshness;
unbelievably replenishing even the most capriciously
infidel of your beleaguered senses; with the essence
of Omnipresent mankind,
An unparalleled inferno of magnetically alluring
breath; immortally throbbing to insatiably assimilate
all love that lay boundlessly scattered; on this
incomprehensibly vast planet,
And although she existed in unfathomable roles in
today’s society; at times a sacrosanct Mother; at
times a mischievous sister; at times an enchanting
seductress; at times a compassionate wife; at times an
affable aunt; at times an eternal grandmother;
There was one solemnization that was unassailably
common for each of her form; as she would for infinite
birth’s remain God’s most pricelessly beautiful
creation; she would forever be crowned as a
resplendent
WOMAN….
FATHER
AND MOTHER….
He celestially slept in her godly lap for marathon
hours; when the brilliantly flamboyant Sun peaked full
throttle in the sky,
While to be hoisted high and handsome in euphoric air;
all that he had to do was; incoherently tug at the
maturely bohemian fingers; of my ebulliently
anticipating palms…..
He boisterously suckled milk from her sacred chest;
when he felt intermittently hungry; even at the most
inexplicable moments of the day and all throughout the
perilous night,
While to be recounted his favorite rhymes of mystical
adventure and frolic; all that he had to do was;
innocuously stare at my compassionate eyes; as the
rain fell in tranquilly from the fathomless skies
outside….
He danced in her poignant lap with uninhibited tandem;
rejoicing the most pricelessly grandiloquent moments
of his freshly born life,
While to be apprised of the outside world; march on
his own tiny feet outside; all he had to do was;
immaculately flood my ears with his euphorically
mesmerizing and incongruous sounds…..
He snuggled unassailably close to her pristine belly;
whenever he felt even the most inconspicuous iota of
fear lingering diabolically in the atmosphere around,
While to be taught how to prudently discern words and
language; all he had to do was; kiss me impeccably on
my bearded cheeks; as the seductive songs of the
cuckoo; greeted one and all; at gloriously ethereal
dawn….
He gleefully plucked at the strands of her silken
hair; joyously banging his diminutive fists into her
chin; whenever he felt strung by winds of
overwhelmingly uncontrollable mischief,
While to be scrupulously washed of all the abominable
dirt adhering to his eternally brand new visage; all
he had to do was; inarticulately wink at the
ecstatically obliging contours of my face….
He fabulously emulated in front of her all the voices
he had an absolute infatuation towards; nibbling her
Omnipotent ears with his softly developing teeth,
While to be indefatigably tickled on his blissfully
endowing ribs; all he had to do was; naughtily play
hide and seek with my profoundly twinkling eyes….
He smiled the smile of the angels in her vivaciously
resplendent arms; irrefutably accepting her
unconquerable breath and sweat; as the sole tonic to
survive,
While to be taken round every cranny of our dwelling;
as well as unrelentingly explore the sprouting garden
outside; all he had to do was; gently pat me on my
fervently awaiting and already bent shoulders….
He intransigently adored her celestial countenance for
being the most beautifully bountiful on this entire
planet; immortally imprisoning her invincible picture;
for infinite more births to come; in his heart; mind;
and righteous conscience,
While to be bequeathed upon even the most
infinitesimal of desire in his life; all he had to do
was; passionately address me by any name that he
wanted; forever he would always remain as my blood; as
my heavenly child….
And although he sporadically probed her for something;
and at times holistically leaned upon my demeanor for
that object eluding his timelessly Omnipotent senses,
He had impregnably bestowed upon both of us an honor
which made us exist as the richest organisms for
countless more births of ours yet to unfurl; O! yes an
indescribable richness of being his only; FATHER AND
MOTHER….
FOR
MY ETERNAL MOTHER
I might have augmented in physical proportions
tumultuously; towering like a giant from above chunks
of infinitesimally threadbare soil,
I might have evolved a bombastically aristocratic
slang; emanating the most prudently sagacious sounds
from my large mouth; every time I got an opportunity
to speak,
I might have encapsulated even the most minuscule
cranny of my body in robes of grandiloquently
ostentatious silk; majestically cascading like a
prince through the lanes of irrefutably sparkling
fame,
I might have escalated to the zenith of scintillating
prosperity; suckling opulent wine and breathing
oligarchic cigar smoke; blending with sumptuous
cuisines of high society,
But for my eternally sacrosanct Mother I would forever
remain her innocuously wailing infant; witnessing the
alien world from her compassionately sequestering
eyes;
forever remain as her immortal child…..
1….
I might have unassailably conquered many a treacherous
army; with the overwhelming essence of patriotism;
blissfully bequeathed upon me; by Lord Almighty,
I might have catapulted to the marvelously invincible
mountaintop; bereft of the most inconspicuous of
scaffolding or support,
I might have astoundingly discovered an unfathomable
reservoir of newness; as I tread with profusely
unending exuberance on every enchanting step,
I might have unfurled into an unsurpassably enamoring
festoon of stupendous vivaciousness; as I danced in
the uninhibitedly untamed spirit of adulthood; under
the tantalizingly pelting droplets of golden rain,
But for my adorably impregnable Mother; I would
forever remain her impeccable baby huddled perpetually
close to her warm chest; being nourished with the
godly air in her lungs; forever remain as her immortal
child…..
2….
I might have rhetorically mastered the painstaking art
of surviving in desolate solitude; ardently staring
for hours immemorial; towards the blanket of
resplendently twinkling stars,
I might have ebulliently gallivanted towards the
corridors of unequivocally glittering success;
profoundly basking in the insatiably fragrant glory of
timeless existence,
I might have unconquerably kissed the lanes of
overwhelming fame; being showered upon with an award
of every conceivable denomination for my poetic
artistry; by the grace of Almighty God,
I might have bloomed into a perennial flower of
philanthropic mankind; disseminating the fragrance of
humanity to the most fathomless quarters of this
colossally mesmerizing Universe,
But for my Omnisciently divine Mother; I would forever
remain her bundle of freshly delivered rhapsody;
impeccably embracing her lips with my tiny hands;
forever
remain her immortal child…..
3……
I might have magnificently placated countless
dolorously dreary organisms in the atmosphere; with
the mystically resplendent cadence in my poignant
voice,
I might have unflinching confronted the most
truculently acrimonious of disaster; without a single
wink of my incredulously blazing eyes,
I might have got royally ingratiating artistry
melodiously embedded in every core of my impoverished
countenance; encompassing all panoramic beauty of this
Universe; in the canvas of my enlightening soul,
I might have celestially procreated immaculate progeny
of my own; succeeding in my pricelessly virile
endeavors of continuing God’s glorious chapters of
harmonious creation,
But for my bountifully beautiful Mother; I would
forever remain her mischievously frolicking child; the
sole deity which she had harnessed with her very own
flesh and blood; forever remain her immortal child…..
CHILDREN
ARE LIKE GOD….
Children are like fresh globules of tantalizing rain;
which spell bindingly descend in euphoric frenzy from
fathomless carpets of glorious sky,
Children are like innocuous tufts of cotton soaring
ebulliently in handsome atmosphere; philandering in
stupendous melody under carpets of gloriously blissful
sunshine,
Children are like the pristine rays of Omnipotent Sun;
profoundly illuminating one and all; with their
vibrantly intriguing imagery; alike,
Children are like the fairies of irrefutable truth
dancing in the celestial heavens; with their
immaculately divine consciences boundless kilometers
away; from the despicable gutter of lies,
Children are like ecstatically redolent roses brazenly
swaying in the afternoon winds; unfurling into
majestic artistry and overwhelmingly tangy
boisterousness; as each second speedily zipped by,
Children are like fulminating springs of rhapsodically
untamed jubilation which erupt from the inner most
core of earth; incessantly blooming into a paradise of
new found energy; an insatiable euphoria to propel
forward in life,
Children are like united colors of the vivaciously
radiant rainbow; embracing each other in compassionate
cradles of humanity; entirely oblivious to the satanic
vagaries of caste; creed; religion and spurious color,
Children are like the resplendently milky beams of the
innocent Moon; perennially twinkling in the
unparalleled exuberance of discovery; indefatigably
exploring all bountiful happiness so fantastically
laden upon this colossal planet,
Children are like voluptuously nimble blades of dew
drop coated grass; profusely ringing in the wholesome
merriment of symbiotic existence; whistling past the
meadows of inexplicably ghastly sorrow; with
Omnipotent beauty in their tiny souls,
Children are like scintillatingly majestic eagles
soaring royally through the silken clouds;
uninhibitedly kissing all goodness that confronted
them in their way; on every step that they poignantly
tread,
Children are like angels of relentlessly philanthropic
benevolence; donating even the most priceless of their
possession; to their comrades in agonizing pain,
Children are like the sparkle of seductively ethereal
dawn; deluging every disastrously bereaved household;
with the ingratiatingly timeless essence of joyously
beautiful existence,
Children are like steps leading to the sacrosanct
Creator; unassailably fortifying your persona to face
the deadliest of evil; as you clambered each foot
forward,
Children are like rambunctiously revered and bushy
squirrels up in the foliated trees; eternally
unfolding into insurmountable enthusiasm; leaping
fleet- footedly to metamorphose beleaguered earth once
again into an Omniscient paradise,
Children are like unfathomable treasure hoves of
captivating honey; oozing the ultimate sweetness of
godly creation; with the incredulous ardor in their
heavenly voice,
Children are like charms of everlasting luck;
magically transforming your despairingly deplorable
survival; into a life replete with profusely endearing
graciousness,
Children are like invincibly boundless mountains of
faith; instilling Herculean courage in all those
miserably dwindling; by just the unprecedented fervor
of brilliant optimism; lingering enchantingly in the
whites of their eyes,
Children are like petals of Omnipresent prosperity;
ubiquitously diffusing the spirit of happiness and
immortal humanity; to every penuriously ailing entity
on the trajectory of this endlessly glittering planet,
And Children are like the supremely divine aura of
Godhead; granting every benign desire in your heart to
be perpetually true; the instant you held their
beaming palms to frolic with them in the gardens of;
unconquerable
togetherness….
SOLELY
AN IMMORTAL MOTHER….
Some called her a tantalizing seductress; philandering
uninhibitedly through the inscrutably rustling
forests,
Some called her an angel having just descended from
the sky; bountifully pacifying even the most
traumatically agonized senses; with the stupendous
charisma in her voice,
Some called her a poignantly tangy wave; profusely
enlightening the gruesomely pallid atmosphere around;
with the incredulous euphoria in her ravishing stride,
Some called her an unfathomably enigmatic wind; that
mystically tingled countless of impoverished souls; in
the heavenly swirl of her compassionately diffusing
breath,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
feeding it with celestial granaries of impeccable
milk;
and loads of overwhelmingly silken warmth….
Some called her a gloriously alluring pack of
metamorphosing cards; enthusing boundless with the
magic in her triumphant smile,
Some called her an insurmountably nubile vixen;
voraciously drowning even the most lecherously
monotonous; in an untamed thunderbolt of never ending
raw desire,
Some called her a fabulously evading mirage;
captivating even the most insensitively alien; in the
ingratiating aroma that lingered incomprehensibly
around each of her vivacious senses,
Some called her an unsurpassable carpet of marvelously
scarlet roses; profoundly illuminating every dwindling
path that she tread on; with the philanthropic
divinity enshrouding her immaculate conscience,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
cuddling its tuft of innocuously heavenly hair
indefatigably throughout the day; sequestering it from
the even most infinitesimal of evil every moment of
the
disastrously horrendous night….
Some called her an unparalleled magician;
metamorphosing every shattered heart that she
caressed; into an enthralling paradise which kissed
the realms of eternity,
Some called her an irrefutably bestowing fairy
Goddess; fulfilling every wish of the despicably
shivering and miserably penurious,
Some called her an exuberantly swimming mermaid;
deluging the invidiously pathetic gloom around; with
her unbelievably enamoring charisma and tinkling
footsteps,
Some called her a panacea for even the most
devastatingly debilitated disease; impregnably finding
reprieve under nothing else on this planet; but her
magnanimously showering palms,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
sacrificing everything in her life; to witness it
eternally blossom into the most invincibly unflinching
entity alive…
Some called her a fantasy come true for all births;
tickling the most inner most dormitories of the
ludicrously bedraggled mind; with optimistic hope and
intrepidly soaring adventure,
Some called her a neverending heartthrob; royally
making them feel the most opulent organisms ever
alive; as they perpetually bonded with her
flamboyantly pulsating festoon of rhythmic beats,
Some called her a gorgeously blissful experience;
rejuvenating their obsoletely remorseful blood; with
the unconquerable exhilaration of life,
Some called her reflection that triggered fathomless
whirlpools of insatiable yearning; coining a whole new
chapter of mesmerizing existence,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
keeping it incessantly close to her womb; bequeathing
upon it all the tenacity in this world to survive;
even after she veritably died….
WOMB….
There was no mountain born on this Universe; which was
more formidable than it; coming even an infinitesimal
iota abreast its impregnable tenacity,
There was no fire born on this Universe; which was
more vivaciously flamboyant than it; as it incessantly
swirled in the aisles of vibrant compassion,
There was no color born on this Universe; which was
more gorgeous than it; as it resembled the angels in
the sweltering heat of the day; as well as each
instant of the voluptuously alluring night,
There was no sky born on this Universe; which was more
fathomless than it; as it was the procreator of every
tangible entity wandering merrily on this colossal
planet,
There was no flower born on this Universe; which was
more fragrant than it; as it bloomed fabulously into a
scent; that caressed the souls of countless loitering
aimlessly; alike,
There was no contraption born on this Universe; which
was more contemporary than it; as it incredulously
withstood the test of all times; evolving the most
ingeniously superior organism; like brilliant streaks
of white electricity in blue sky,
There was no ocean born on this Universe; which was
more unfathomable than it; as it ubiquitously
disseminated its waves of harmony and perennial bliss;
to all those shivering in torrential pain,
There was no magnet born on this Universe; which was
more attractive than it; as it captivated even the
most remotely alien of persona; in its stupendously
divine swirl,
There was no philosophy born on this Universe; which
was more sacrosanct than it; as it preached the most
holistic existence; even centuries before you were
born,
There was no truth born on this Universe; which was
more irrefutable than it; as it triumphantly massacred
the very essence of blatant lies; from even the most
oblivious wind of this gigantic earth,
There was no power born on this Universe; which was
more invincible than it; as it defended you against
the most mightiest of attacks; within a single wink of
its eye,
There was no entertainment born on this Universe;
which was more efficacious than its flurry of
boisterous activity; pacifying each of your
overwhelmingly frazzled senses; with its miraculous
enchantment and charm,
There was no Sun born on this Universe; which was more
dazzling than it; as it spread the aura of its
marvelously Omnipotent shine; to each house miserably
staggering in ghastly blackness,
There was no star born on this Universe; which was
more resplendent than it; as it filtered its
charismatically symbiotic beams; to profoundly
illuminate the disdainful caricature of unearthly
darkness,
There was no wind born on this Universe; which was
more serene than it; as it insurmountably mollified
every traumatically agonized individual; in the river
of its unending love,
There was no bird born on this Universe; which could
fly higher than it; as it indefatigably soared higher
than the satiny clouds; uplifting the impoverished
into an entrenchment of celestial goodness,
There was no mysticism born on this Universe; which
was more enigmatic than it; as it engulfed even the
most treacherously mundane of entity in the poignantly
escalating wave of its mesmerizing enthrallment,
There was no complexion born on this Universe; which
was more beautiful than it; as it imparted perennial
shelter to the profusely infirm; in its unbelievably
passionate interiors,
There was no victory born on this Universe; which was
more greater than it; as it tirelessly fought not just
for itself; but for shielding the lives of boundless
innocent; about to be born,
There was no tree born on this Universe; which was
more bountiful than it; as it perpetually bestowed the
most wonderfully priceless gift of humanity; in each
hopelessly barren cranny of this gargantuan world,
There was no smile born on this Universe; which was
more benevolent than it; as it magnanimously embraced
even the most hideously sinister in its heavenly
swirl; giving all an equal opportunity to diffuse
their quota of goodness on this planet,
There was no emotion born on this Universe; which was
more effusively volatile than it; as it fulminated
into the most glorious catharsis of the conscience
every unveiling moment; striking the chord of humanity
with incomprehensible; alike,
There was no blessing born on this Universe; which was
more benign than it; as it spread the sweetness of
symbiotic survival; granted every philanthropic wish
of yours; even before you could nimbly utter it,
There was no richness born on this Universe; which was
more opulent than it; as it made you feel the most
prosperous organism alive; even in infinite more
births you were destined to take birth again,
There was no aroma born on this Universe; which was
more Omnipresent than it; as it inhabited each
dwelling where there even the most inconspicuous sign
of life; relentlessly propelling the chapter of
existence to continue till the time God wanted it to,
There was no enchantment born on this Universe; which
was more stupefying than it; as it cast its
majestically spell binding spirit; to every soul
withering abominably towards the corridors of
threadbare extinction,
There was no ray born on this Universe; which was more
handsome than it; as it blazed a trail of ultimate
splendor; even on the most pathetically dwindling
paths that it caressed,
There was no energy born on this Universe; which was
more everlasting than it; as it single handedly bore
the brunt of all the ferociously diabolical around;
unshakably rising to every ruthless disaster; like a
supremely embellished princess,
There was no summit born on this Universe; which was
more towering than it; as it overshadowed every shade
of the invidiously evil; with its royal grace and
Omniscient light,
There was no bond born on this Universe; which was
more stronger than it; as it astoundingly fortified
its Oligarchic grip; upon the cradle of compassionate
empathy; for unbelievable more lives to come,
There was no sword born on this Universe; which was
more mightier than it; as it beheaded even the most
infinitesimal of devil; lingering insidiously around
its innocuously frolicking children,
There was no seed born on this Universe; which was
more fertile than it; as it blossomed into a festoon
of newness and excitement every unfurling minute;
spawning the most exotic creation of Almighty Lord,
There was no season born on this Universe; which was
more ravishing than it; as it showered its virtue of
ever pervading righteousness; upon each molecule of
God; in an enclosure of harmonious unity and
humanitarian pride,
There was no path born on this Universe which was more
enticing than it; as it unrelentingly intrigued
countless; with its incomprehensibly unending prowess
to serve all mankind,
There was no continent born on this Universe; which
was more fascinating than it; as it harbored each
element of prosperous survival in its amicable
corridors; ensuring that all those benevolent; reached
the pinnacle of glittering success,
There was no honey born on this Universe; which was
more sweeter than it; as it wholeheartedly distributed
the winds of united existence; propagated the essence
of solidarity in every passionate heart on this earth,
There was no rainbow on this Universe; which was more
magically striking than it; as it unfurled into an
unsurpassable myriad of enriching shades; to grant all
those deluged in drudgery; an absolute reprieve from
sinful malice,
There was no soil born on this Universe; which was
more ravishing than it; as it culminated into an
emphatic breeze of friendship; in the most malevolent
of storm; and harmony; alike,
There was no relationship born on this Universe; which
was more amiable than it; as it offered its ubiquitous
wings to all those treacherously deprived who needed
it; before offering them unequivocal shelter for the
freezing night,
There was no artist born on this Universe; who was
more passionate than it; as it assimilated all the
beauty of this globe; in its cradle of ebullient
happiness,
There was no sound born on this Universe; which was
more melodious than it; as it euphorically sung the
tunes of a splendidly incarcerating life; mitigating
all those engulfed with horrifically despicable
despair,
There was no meadow born on this Universe; which was
more sprouting than it; as it blissfully harnessed
each enlightening attribute of existence with its own
blood; reinforcing each bit of the gruesomely bad;
with the irrevocable thunderbolts of divine life,
There was no reflection born on this Universe; which
was more marvelous than it; as it consecrated even the
most lecherous bits of dilapidated ash; with the
unprecedented love lingering in its soul,
There was no magic born on this Universe; which was
more alluring than it; as it unbelievably spawned the
most intellectual of all organisms; to save the planet
from ghastly clutches of misery and stinking mice,
There was no panacea born on this Universe; which was
more effective than it; as it instilled rejuvenating
life in even those; well sunken in beneath their gory
graves and without the slightest trace of light,
There was no mission born on this Universe; which was
more fulfilling than it; as it accomplished the
greatest purpose of the Almighty; by immortally
continuing his sacred chapter of existence,
There was no current born on this Universe; which was
more vividly passionate than it; as it evolved a
complete life from just a capriciously changing
conglomerate of cells and space; rambunctiously
ensuring that there was not the tiniest of insinuation
of stillness or morbid malice,
There was no idea born on this Universe; which was
more incarcerating than it; as it still remained the
most fascinating mechanism of chiseling a perfect
organism; even in a world drowned abhorrently in
robotic prejudice,
There was no fashion on this Universe; which was more
versatile than it; as it acclimatized itself to the
most ferociously vacillating conditions; celestially
metamorphosing its intricate form; every now and
again; to blend with the cry of painstakingly
suffering humanity,
There was no gift on this Universe; which was more
precious than it; as it manifested every person’s
ultimate dream into a veritable reality; gave him a
reason to live with astronomical pride; even well past
his own times,
There was no longing on this Universe; which was more
ardent than it; as it triggered insatiable cloudbursts
of craving; for all those deplorably blind; to witness
their sole messiah with golden sight,
There was no line on this Universe; which was more
straighter than it; as it basked in the undefeatable
glory of candid honesty; diffusing the rays of a
fantastically optimistic tomorrow; as each day
persevering unraveled into the queenly night,
There was no boundary on this Universe; which was more
boundless than it; as it encompassed all merciful
living kind; in the heavenly pace that forever
enveloped its sparkling form,
There was no prayer on this Universe; which was more
revered than it; as it was a magical wand for
pioneering all forms and fraternities of vibrant life;
sowing
the cherishable seeds of a symbiotic existence,
O! yes; it made you feel the most invincible entity on
this planet till the time you were in it; bequeathing
upon you an incomprehensible ardor to lead a countless
more lives; when you wonderfully came out,
It was the ultimate place that you belonged to on this
earth; the very reason that you were able to read and
I was able to fervently write until this line; the
only cradle which gave you life; the only cradle on
this globe which embraced you like an angel even after
your condemnable death; infact a place none other than
your own blood and signature; a place none other than
your MOTHERS WOMB….
MY BABY
The Dinosaur perceived it to be an inconspicuous insect; a small speck
of dirt
lying sprawled amongst infinite others of its kind,
The red ants on the floor perceived it to be a colossal mountain; with
black
roots on its summit,
The clouds hovering in the cosmos perceived it to be; a passing draught
of
placid wind,
The yellow beaked birds floating in the pond; perceived it to be a
flimsy
fledgling having just hatched out,
The ominous reptiles slithering in unchopped meadows of grass;
perceived it to
be a gigantic worm with bulging eyes,
The fiery body of sun in the sky; perceived it to a hindrance;
irascibly
blocking its scintillating rays,
The rustic chimpanzees perched high on the trees; perceived it to be a
tiny
inclusion into their vivacious tribe,
The chameleon transgressing through the incongruous bushes; perceived
it to be
a gargantuan mosquito; impossible to be gobbled,
The stray dogs philandering through the desolate streets; perceived it
to be a
chunk of sumptuous chicken; the very sight of which made them profusely
slaver
at their mouths,
The obstreperously humming bees in their cat combed hives; perceived it
to be
an organism of their fraternity; when it incessantly cried,
The monstrous sharks in the deep ocean; perceived it to be a fragile
and
sticky tadpole; without its tail,
The discordantly buzzing mosquitoes; perceived it to be a blend of rich
flesh
and blood; a rare treat to encounter once in a while,
The silver spider entwined within the intricate threads of its web;
perceived
it to be a crusader; who could squelch its dwelling at any moment,
The squirrels wandering through the meandering burrows; perceived it to
be a
sumptuous nut; soft and supple to nibble,
The diabolically toothed alligator in the swampy marshes; perceived it
to be
crunchy bread for breakfast,
The pigs ambling languidly on the streets; perceived it to be a
sophisticated
bundle of scented garbage,
The rats trespassing through the floors at night; perceived it to be a
freshly
prepared conglomerate of food,
The creator who evolved him from my womb; perceived him to be a human
being; a
tangible entity out of the millions he had created,
While I perceived " MY BABY"; to be the most beautiful person in this
world;
the most priceless treasure ever existing on this planet; Yes your
guess is as
good as mine; for I was none other than his mother.
THE
VOICE OF MY DIVINELY BABY DAUGHTER
There was just one voice which could bring me triumphantly bouncing
back; even from the dungeons of the most inexplicable
desperation—where an infinite scorpions of viciously stabbed till many
an eternity,
There was just one voice which could bring me blissfully bouncing
back; even from the throes of the most chaotic riots and violent
bloodshed---where a boundless innocent like me were baselessly trapped
irrespective of religion; cast; color or race,
There was just one voice which could bring me spell-bindingly bouncing
back; even from the mortuaries of acrimonious betrayal—where the most
benign harbingers of peace were insidiously charred to raw and wanton
ash,
There was just one voice which could bring me boisterously bouncing
back; even from the most diabolical dungeons of solitariness—where
perpetual silence dolorously incarcerated every ounce of activity,
There was just one voice which could bring me sensuously bouncing
back; even from the most dreaded fields of subterfuge and
slavery—where disdainful manipulation kept inexhaustibly sucking like
an unconquerable leech,
There was just one voice which could bring me ecstatically bouncing
back; even from the most truculently thwarted anecdotes of maniacal
depression—were every step forward led only to the graveyards of
bleary nothingness,
There was just one voice which could bring me euphorically bouncing
back; even from the most cursedly moonless nights—where there
vindictively paraded nothing else but an unceasing fleet of Witches
and bemoaning ghosts,
There was just one voice which could bring me jubilantly bouncing
back; even from the most perilously closing crocodile jaws-- where
there lingered nothing else but the coffin robe of wholesome death,
There was just one voice which could bring me unflinchingly bouncing
back; even from the most unbearably sadistic gutters of
cowardice---where Sunlight was endlessly ostracized and livid
blackness fervently worshipped,
There was just one voice which could bring me undauntedly bouncing
back; even from the most miserably asphyxiating of nightmares—where
proliferation or newness immutably abhorred to survive,
There was just one voice which could bring me mellifluously bouncing
back; even from the most irrevocably sinking ship---where ghastly
choking to death was the only writing on every innocuous palm,
There was just one voice which could bring me vivaciously bouncing
back; even from the most brutally gleaming edges of the devilish
knife—where wholesome extinction precariously tottered in-between a
single stroke of the sardonically grinning blade,
There was just one voice which could bring me stupendously bouncing
back; even from the most torturously lambasting hell's of the
devil—where all that reigned supreme was an unending battalion of
abuse and parasitic unrest,
There was just one voice which could bring me bountifully bouncing
back; even from the most deplorably stagnant realms of the unsparing
past—where there hovered the germs of such negativity- that crucified
every instant of the optimistic present and tomorrow,
There was just one voice which could bring me poignantly bouncing
back; even from the most irretrievably demonic thorns of
poverty---where there existed nothing else but an unfathomably
deteriorating atmosphere of devastating haplessness,
There was just one voice which could bring me merrily bouncing back;
even from the most sinfully adulterated streets of prejudice—where
every organism gallivanting was under a spell of blood-sucking doom,
There was just one voice which could bring me jauntily bouncing back;
even from the most despondently excoriating gallows of failure—where
the minutest ray of hope had abominably died already a billion years
ago,
There was just one voice which could bring me exuberantly bouncing
back; even from the most satanic crevices of wretched
terrorism---where only the harmoniously impeccable organism had to pay
the price of its life,
O! Yes; that voice was of none other but that of my divinely baby
daughter "Kavya"; calling me "Daddy" more and more passionately with
every unveiling instant-- till the time there existed the last draught
of air in my lungs—and even an infinite centuries after I'd veritably
died…
HIS
HEART WAS AS OMNIPRESENT
His cheeks were as pristine as the snow on the
astronomical summit of the mountain; glistening to a
perfect golden under brilliantly flamboyant sunlight,
His eyes were as blue as the majestically swirling
ocean; darting infinite places in a minute; to savor
the newness of this world,
His hair were as soft as silk which flowed in the
mesmerizing heavens; culminating into a festoon of
mischievous curls; which made him the unprecedented
darling of all races,
His palms were as pink as the freshly blossomed lotus;
imparting their stupendously immaculate odor; to every
gloomy particle in the atmosphere,
His smile was as enchanting as the pearly moonlight;
incarcerating even the most belligerently hostile in
its impeccable grip,
His eyelashes were as poignant as the vivaciously
slapping artists brush; incessantly fluttering in the
midst of the stringently monotonous town,
His lips were as sweet as marvelously rejuvenating
sticks of sugarcane; remaining a profuse scarlet in
every conceivable shade of changing light,
His skin was as flawless as the mothers milk; granting
one the tenacity to conquer any aspect of treacherous
life; the instant he caressed it,
His feet were as voluptuously spongy as the bed of
overwhelmingly fragrant roses; sending shivers round
every cranny of the earth as he nimbly transgressed
it,
His ears were as rhapsodic as globules of royally
cascading honey; insurmountably intrigued by the most
tiniest of sound that drifted in space,
His blood was as energetic the tumultuously showering
clouds; proliferating into a mist of exuberant
excitement every unleashing minute,
His voice was as naturally uninhibited as the morning
cuckoo; making people towering towards the sky; bow
down to his heavenly grace,
His sweat was as tangy as salt imprisoned in the
undulating sea waves; making him the son of every star
shimmering in cosmotic space,
His teeth were as fabulously immaculate as the
extruding buds of nascent cotton; with which he
feasted on dainty chunks of appetizingly seductive
cheese,
His stomach was as sacred as the bells ringing
emphatically in the celestial temple; rising and
falling like a fairy as he inhaled in puffs of
exhilarating air,
His tongue was as flirtatious as the cheeky
chimpanzee; as he darted it out every now and again;
as the worlds most spuriously ostentatious business
tycoons; without the slightest of restraint,
His bones were as ebulliently bouncy as the striped
giraffe; galloping at a pace which left the fastest of
missile behind,
His yawn was as ingratiatingly splendid as creamy
dawn; instilling a reinvigorating wave of bliss in
maniacally overworked entities,
His breath was as Omnipotent as the most vital signs
of life; granting stupendously unfathomable tenacity
to every organism who had the slightest of desire to
live,
And his heart was as Omnipresent as Almighty God;
irrefutably worshipped by every other heart wandering
on this Universe; although he had just taken birth as
a tiny little living being; a tiny little child to be
more precise…..
THE
BRIDE
Shielding her eyes like a new born infant; with
traditional tinges of profuse mascara embellishing her
tantalizing eyelashes,
Pursing her voluptuously sculptured lips to the most
unprecedented limits; beads of silver perspiration
dribbling down her innocuous cheeks,
Admiring her persona profoundly; intermittently
glimpsing at the mirror; which glowed all the more
with her mesmerizing countenance,
Humming mystically to herself; as she restlessly
tossed on the grandiloquent carpet of moist grass,
Shivering in inexplicable excitement; like the dainty
globules of snow melting in poignant harmony under the
dazzling Sun,
Exuberantly inhaling the scent of the gorgeously
blossoming flowers; drowning herself into the heavenly
fragrance that emanated; till centuries immemorial,
Giggling uncontrollably at the tiniest provocation by
her friends; thoroughly astounded by her incredulously
tinkling laughter resonating countless times after
colliding with the walls,
Spending fathomless hours in front of her ostentatious
vanity glass; adorning each part of her vivacious
body; with a festoon of royally shimmering pearls,
Blushing to unfathomable limits with the ebulliently
gushing breeze; chasing gaudily striped butterflies
with a tenacity befitting the timeless angels,
Fidgeting with her nails in tumultuous rhapsody; an
inferno of insatiable passion dancing ardently in her
eyes,
Fantasizing beyond pragmatic boundaries of
comprehension; philandering with the stupendously
singing fairies high beyond realms of the sky,
Basking in the pearly magnificence of the midnight
moon; with her hands entwined in an insurmountably
compassionate stranglehold,
Whistling in inexorable ecstasy at the birds perched
on the trees; tracing the intricate lines of her palms
with her enchantingly glistening index finger,
Nostalgically reminiscing those moments when she first
cried in the lap of her mother; and the stage now when
she was about to become one,
Trespassing barefoot on the paths freshly blended with
rain; with the unbelievably seductive sound of her
golden anklets rousing every entity on this Universe;
from the heart of deep sleep,
Indefatigably feeling higher than the sapphire ocean
of clouds; although she transgressed in the fullest of
her senses on bare bits of loose soil,
Intransigently wishing for time to come to an abrupt
standstill; with her astronomically ravishing beauty
taking complete control of the mundane atmosphere,
Awaiting with fervent anticipation for the immortally
sacred marriage ceremony to unveil; bonding her
forever with the mate of her every dream,
She prayed tirelessly to the Creator; to bestow every
day of her life like this one; when she majestically
crowned herself and proudly proclaimed to all
listening; that she was indeed the BRIDE…….
WHEN
I WAS A CHILD
WHEN I WAS A child I thought of devouring immaculate chunks of white butter,
Today
I contemplated the price before purchasing monetary gifts for
pleasure.
When I was a child I clambered up tall trees; to pluck nutritious fruit,
Today
I pondered on the various ramifications; which could possibly occur
when the farmer caught me red handed.
When I was a child I played vociferously in mud; making inarticulate cakes of cow dung plaster,
Today
I refrained from going near wet land; on the flimsy grounds of having
my trousers coated with obnoxious dirt.
When I was a child I got up early in the morning; relishing cool air while walking towards school,
Today
I woke up with startled jerks; with darkness fully camouflaged in the
sun; to rush in a jiffy towards office.
When
I was a child I played for incessant hours in the evening with my
cluster of friends, Today I retired in front of the television
screen; with a glass of cold beverage; at the onset of twilight.
When
I was a child I demonstrated a plethora of emotions when profoundly
agitated, Today I had risen to holistic degrees of self control;
scrutinizing my mistakes before I cried.
When I was a child I took the supreme liberty of hiding amongst a fleet of guests arriving at our dwelling,
Today
I audaciously shook hands with the same; conversed for indefatigable
hours with them on matters of common parlance.
When I was a child I voraciously read a battalion of thrilling mysteries,
Today
I completely engulfed myself in deciphering; intricate quotes of the
stock market.
When I was a child I listened to my elders with rapt attention and intense enthusiasm,
Today
I chalked policies of my own; implementing them with loads of
fortified conviction.
When I was a child; beads of sweat dribbled down my nape after witnessing a ghastly scene from the movie,
Today
I didn't budge an inch from my seat; after sighting the same; as I
knew it was fictitious.
When I was a child I had no hesitation asking for money from my ancestors,
Today
I felt thoroughly abashed; asking them to gratify my distinctly
penurious state.
When I was a child I chortled into pools of uninhibited laughter; at someone awkwardly dressed,
Today
I emitted out sly smiles; in order that the individual didn't feel
humiliating and bad.
When
I was a child I hardly had time to think about the vagaries of
mystical world, Today I spent hours pondering on a jugglery of
consequences that would unleash; if I wasn't careful.
When I was a child I thought the most onerous thing existing was to study,
Today
I felt that it was the process of earning; that was the most
cumbersome of them all.
When I was a child; those were the times I was oblivious to reality; solely living in a world of tailor made fantasy,
While today I had crossed the realms of maturity; acclimatized to the harsh reality; and desperately wished I was that unscrupulous child once again. …
THE
FINAL THOUGHT
ONLY
IN A WORLD of freedom can a child unfold and
bloom,
For
it is his birthright not to be gloomy.
He
cries and says let me go away,
For he shows corrupt masses
of elderly his own natural
way.
He
takes a pledge to be always free,
He expresses this thought
of his with lots of glee.
He
breaks an object with inanimate ease,
For to do new things
he has a long lease.
A
smile spreads on naughty outlines of his face,
For he is
living at the will of others grace.
An
anxious look creeps in his large innocent eyes,
For he is
existing in a world of money sucking flies.
At
last he makes one final thought,
To reject the elders who
gave him broth.
REFLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD
THOSE
DAYS WERE golden when I was a kid,
deprived of all
responsibility,
divested of the urge to earn, run for
fodder,
slept all night in cozy delights of my quilt,
to
be woken up by the first rays of dawn,
shrill ringing bell
of the portable clock,
brief shower with tap water, clad in
cream uniform,
greeted by the welcome aroma of mud brown
coffee,
ravishing crumbs of bread submerged in jam,
a
quick glimpse at unfinished assignments,
vigorous coats of
polish activating shoe shine,
meticulous combing of ruffled
slept hair,
carefree manipulation of things to be
purchased,
hasty packaging of school artillery in leather
bag,
animated deliberation with my mother on study hours,
I
now marched at fast pace towards the bus stop.
The
wind was chilly, sunlight had a role of guest
appearance,
leafy
tree foliage camouflaged the road,
droplets of salt water
blew from the violent sea,
exuberant birds soared high in
the clouds,
lazy yawns echoed through, long van
interiors,
occasional clatter of ticket punch pads,
the
glass paned bus finally switched routes,
heading towards
suburban areas of walled city,
braked to a halt abreast my
majestic school building,
the electric school bell was
ringing, catholic prayers
had just begun,
as I
galloped with my friends, to my compact class
room,
now
engulfed profoundly with full morning sunlight….
TALE O F T R A D I T I O N
FOREHEAD
COATED WITH red vermilion,
with spreading incense of intense
loyalty,
long hair parted in equal coconut oil,
body
smeared with sacred halves,
greased with century old
ash,
bunch of flower braids entangled in braid,
diffusing
into petals of love,
circular rings piercing nose and
ear,
lighting up skin lobes with glittering gold,
long
threads with sandalwood beads,
tied to beautifully crafted
necks,
long fingers covered with red nail paint,
steel
bangles dangling from wrists,
black mascara adorning
shielding eyes,
sprawled tattoos depicting
religion,
engraved on large lined palms,
lips
portraying tinge of natural fleshy pink,
broad shoulder
bones toughened with household chores,
with embroidered silk
covering every inch of flesh,
preparing appetizing
delicacies in enclosed kitchens,
a saga of unending
sacrifice,
and an excellent chanter of the vedic rhyme,
an
autobiography of self discipline,
giving birth to
offspring's like me,
and a host of eminent
personalities,
is the traditional Indian woman.
A
CHILD SMILES
ONLY IN A world of freedom,
Can a child unfold and bloom.
Only with the sun piercing right through the dark hut,
Can a child see the wonderful sights of this world.
Only in an ocean of unprejudiced love,
Can a child speak to its heart's content.
Only through the eyes of soft empathy,
Can a child see its true reflection.
Only in surroundings of unadulterated society,
Can a child open its mind wholesomely and dream.
Only when applauded at its tiniest achievement,
Can a child come to know its hidden potential.
Only in lanes without propagation of caste,
Can a child recognize its own identity.
Only in the cradle of happiness,
Can a child fantasize and create.
Only in vicinity of the learned,
Can a child imbibe the essentials of life.
Only in the pages of medieval history,
Can a child understand its ancestors better.
Only in unpolluted waters of the Ganges,
Can a child splash its hands and wholeheartedly swim.
Only without discrimination of gender and status,
Can a child flourish to achieve its goal. Only in the gentle hands of its mother, Can a child shield its eyes and sob.
And Only in an atmosphere of complete equality,
Can
a child stimulate his urge for learning, prosper and smile…
THERE
WAS SIMPLY NO NEED
There was simply no need for a bicycle; an ostentatious car to maneuver
me
around,
Till the time I possessed a pair of strong feet; which robustly bore my
weight; carried me to all places I desired.
There was simply no need for an angular binocular; an array of
telescopic
tubes circumventing my persona,
Till the time I had intricate pairs of glistening eyes; which placed me
in
stupendous ecstasy after sighting the twinkling stars.
There was simply no need for supersonic computer; a host of modern
contrivances aligning my table,
Till the time I had fingers which could emboss beautiful calligraphy on
bonded
paper; a brain of my own to use.
There was simply no need for a lifeboat to assist me choppy waters; a
cavalcade of ships to ensure my safety,
Till the time muscle bulged from under my shirt; rubicund blood
circulated
through my veins.
There was simply no need for the mundane ceiling fan; suspended rigidly
from
the webbed ceiling,
Till the time my body could attune itself to the outside heat;
audaciously
confront droplets of poignant sweat trickling down my forehead.
There was simply no need for biscuits coated with lascivious honey;
chicory
baskets replete with ravishing chocolate,
Till the time I could procure fresh fruits from nature; had an
insatiable
craving for fresh water in my bowels.
There was simply no need orators preparing and delivering my speech;
with me
watching the scenario languishing beside the pool,
Till the time I had incarcerated in my mouth a fleshy tongue; which
could
swirl rampantly and eloquently speak.
There was simply no need for a mattress of swanky satin; strewn
alongwith a
fleet of immaculate white pearls,
Till the time my bones were as solid as a rock; my skull was
acclimatized to
sleep on the plain stone floor.
There was simply no need for the bombastic shower; nimbly diffusing few
droplets of water at a time,
Till the time there existed the country river; compounded with the
exuberance
in my soul to bathe in it.
And there was simply no need for me to worry; take a plethora of
insurmountable tensions on my head,
Till the time there existed; my celestial mother; my loving beloved;
and my
sacrosanct god.
WHAT
I DO KNOW
How deep is the ocean I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
extricate the oil trapped within; to make it more enjoyable for people
to
swim,
How colossal is the sky I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would stop
it being invaded by obnoxious missiles; making it a paradise for birds
to
fly,
How dense is the forest I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
prevent innocent trees from being chopped; making it more mesmerizing
for the
animals to live in,
How lanky is the mountain I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
terminate all mining activity on its slopes; making it more stupendous
for
sheep to philander on,
How vast is the desert I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
placate the thirst of every organism I encountered; to grant it
reprieve from
the agony of scorching heat,
How acrimonious is the heat of fire I do not know; but what I do know
is that
I would alleviate the same by pouring pails of chilled water; thereby
impeding
the surrounding environment from being torched,
How lethal is the sting of scorpion I do not know; but what I do know
is that
I would suck it from innocuous flesh; saving it wholesomely from jaws
of
savage death,
How resplendent are the colors of rainbow I do not know; but what I do
know is
that I would stop abhorrent gases from obscuring their ingratiating
view,
How dark is a blind mans life I do not know; but what I do know is I
would
offer him my shoulder to lean upon; comforting him in times of bizarre
distress,
How eloquent is the nightingale I do not know; but what I do know is
that I
would prevent obstreperous noises from circulating; making its voice
the solo
one in the still atmosphere,
How thick is blood I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
curtail
it from flowing profusely; tying across it the bandage of my
unadulterated
love,
How disastrous is the earthquake I do not know; but what I do know is
that I
would mitigate the suffering prevailing; by hoisting all infants lying
discarded without their mothers,
How piquant is white salt I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
procure it in its purest form from the sea; to distribute among who
cherish
its taste,
How scintillating is the pearl I do not know; but what I do know is
that I
would prevent it from being mutilated and marketed commercially all
around,
How black is darkness I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
not
let it linger for more than the night; snapping it completely with the
first
rays of transient dawn,
How frosty is milk I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
sequester
mother cow from abuse and trips to the abattoir(slaughter house),
How redolent is the rose I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
prevent it from being plucked indiscriminately from the blossoming
shrub,
How diabolical is the demon I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
prevent him from disrupting the tranquility and benevolence of society,
How omniscient is the creator I do not know; but what I do know is that
I
would burn all fingers pointing against him; annihilate even the most
minuscule trace of blasphemy enveloping his sacrosanct persona,
And how long am I going to live I do not know; but what I do know is
that
would entirely dedicate every unveiling minute of my life; to my
mother; my
beloved and the god who endowed upon me the prowess to live and love
IT
WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL
It was perfectly normal to burst into pools of uninhibited laughter;
after
witnessing a garishly painted clown,
It was perfectly normal to hysterically sob ; at the death of someone
you
vehemently revered,
It was perfectly normal to trip head-on on your nose; after walking
through a
puddle of slushy grease,
It was perfectly normal to tenaciously scratch your scalp; when snow
white
beads of dandruff camouflaged them in entirety,
It was perfectly normal to purse your lips profusely; after swallowing
a
sumptuously appetizing meal,
It was perfectly normal to thunderously sneeze; when disdainful
granules of
incongruous dust entered your nose,
It was perfectly normal to shiver; when you stood bare chested in
freezing
currents of bizarre winter,
It was perfectly normal to collapse in a bedraggled heap; when you
carried a
mountain of mud on your slender shoulder,
It was perfectly normal to blush like a scarlet complexioned rose; when
you
were caught red-handed trying to blatantly flirt with a girl,
It was perfectly normal to pound your fists in raw indignation; when
you were
encompassed from all sides with unfathomable frustration,
It was perfectly normal to perspire; when you worked arduously under
sizzling
rays of the sun,
It was perfectly normal to yawn; when your lids felt overwhelmingly
heavy;
your body felt drowned in waves of exhaustion,
It was perfectly normal to be insatiably greedy; when you prevailed in
an
ambience besieged with unprecedented poverty,
It was perfectly normal to experience tingling sensations; after you
lazily
philandered amidst stalks of nimble grass,
It was perfectly normal to use a volley of harsh expletives; after you
were
provoked to the threshold limits of tolerance,
It was perfectly normal to scowl animatedly at the class teacher; when
she
bored you for hours; reciting notes of century old history,
It was perfectly normal to innocuously hiccup; when you swallowed your
meals
at lightening speeds,
It was perfectly normal to feel stabbed by tremors of lust; when you
were in
the vicinity of stupendous beauty,
It was perfectly normal to scream in the middle of night; when your
dwelling
was struck by the vicious onslaught of an earthquake,
And It was perfectly normal to commit a plethora of blunders and errors
in the
course of your life as a human being; as long as you existed in
blissful
synergy with nature; wholesomely revered the God who created you;
ardently
adored the Mother who gave you birth; fervently loved the girl who made
you
feel
you were living and breathing alive.
SIMPLY
USELESS
A lock is simply useless without its key; the slender chip of squashed
metal
that unwinds it open,
An ocean is simply useless without its waves; the undulating swirl of
frothy
waters that rise and cascade down,
An eyeball is simply useless without its lids; the flexible folds of
dainty
skin that envelops them with glistening moisture,
A tree is simply useless without its basket of green leaves; the
mushrooming
buds of olive color that appear on it in infinite clusters,
A dog is simply useless without its bark; the crisp sounds that
profoundly
announce its presence when it opens its mouth,
A doll is simply useless without its silken hair; the artificial fronds
of
fluffy golden that extrude from its petite scalp,
A wall is simply useless without its conglomerate of compact bricks; a
blend
of chipped stone and lime that is inevitable to make it domineeringly
stand,
A bird is simply useless without its wings; the feathers that make it
soar
high and handsome in the sky,
An ensemble of ominous clouds is simply useless without rain; the
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