Monthly Archives: April 2016

Bring life to your devastatingly chapped and gloomy lips; with a gorgeous ocean
of profusely amicable smiles,

Bring life to your dolorously isolated and groping eyes; with a poignant river
of boundlessly emphatic beauty,

Bring life to your pathetically dried and shriveled veins; with a vivacious sky
of piquantly crimson blood,

Bring life to your ludicrously staggering and maimed brain; with perennial rivers
of seductively mesmerizing fantasy,

Bring life to your horrendously famished and dithering stomach; with exquisite cuisine’s of ravishingly exotic food,

Bring life to your ruthlessly jaded and orphaned palms; with a vivid fountain of magically inexplicable destiny lines,

Bring life to your pathetically dwindling and despondent ears; with an endless forest of mystically resplendent sounds,

Bring life to your treacherously lambasted and tyrannized cheeks; with untamed fireballs of ecstatically dancing exuberance,

Bring life to your insipidly malignant and termite ridden hair; with a marvelous waterfall of blissful sandalwood paste,

Bring life to your languidly incoherent and sleepy fingers; with a scintillating rainbow of magnificently royal pearl rings,

Bring life to your incorrigibly dumb and insidiously slimy tongue; with a torrentially uninhibited whirlpool of fabulously silken voice,

Bring life to your savagely fluttering and extinguishing shadow; with a fascinating tornado of bountifully spell binding enchantment,

Bring life to your rustically bohemian and perilously stagnating feet; with the timelessly majestic pathways of eternally bequeathing artistry,

Bring life to your horrifically sagging and irately dysfunctional eyelids; with an unfathomable mountain of impeccably flirtatious winks,

Bring life to your icily stoned and turgidly abhorrent neck; with an acrobatically ebullient island of incessantly drifting movement,

Bring life to your murderously crippled and sardonic imagery; with an insatiable paradise of exuberantly frolicking angels,

Bring life to your monotonously manipulative and blatantly lying conscience; with the Omnipotent light of irrefutably sacrosanct humanity,

Bring life to your despicably withering and tumultuously tortured nostrils; with the Omniscient panache of voluptuously divine breath,

Bring life to your lecherously betrayed and shattered heart; with the one and only religion of unsurpassably immortal love,

And bring life to your satanically broken and commercially convoluted life; with the everlasting tonic of unassailable humanity and happiness

Whether my eyes were perpetually closed; or whether they indefatigably stared towards the flamboyantly sparkling Sun; for times immemorial,

Whether my palms languidly lazed under mammoth hillocks of worthless sand; or whether they articulately evolved grandiloquently exquisite artistry every unfurling minute of my destined life,

Whether my hair dolorously stuck like insipidly parasitic worms to my gloomy scalp; or whether they ravishingly swished till beyond the realms of bountiful paradise; with the exhilaratingly brazen wind,

Whether my lips invidiously clenched into a ballistic grimace; or whether they unfurled into a perennial festoon of; voluptuously charismatic smiles,

Whether my blood ruthlessly froze in my endless conglomerate of veins; or whether it gloriously spawned countless more; of my innocuously holistic kind,

Whether my bones deliberately sagged into a disdainfully pathetic heap; or whether they euphorically galloped forward in the marvelously royal and spell binding
fervor of majestic life,

Whether my shadow ominously abhorred even the most celestial entity trespassing it; or whether it embraced all religion; caste; creed and color; in opulent symposiums of mankind; blissfully and alike,

Whether my cheeks insidiously rotted with murderously debilitating disease; or whether they blushed to a scarlet more poignantly fiery than thunderous lightening in fathomless sky,

Whether my feet ludicrously slept like a demon for countless more births; or whether they astoundingly crafted a township of irrefutably priceless righteousness; on every step that they heavenly tread,

Whether my stomach remained treacherously starved without even the most minuscule element of food; or whether it replenished its delectable interiors; with
all appetizing aroma and goodness of Mother Nature,

Whether my teeth radiated a gorily morbid yellow even in the most gruesome of blackness; or whether they blazed like an immaculately scintillating pearl; irrevocably clinging to the; unconquerably sacred womb of mankind,

Whether my brain transited to more a state more dumber than the salaciously penurious dustbin; or whether it gorgeously fantasized to the most unprecedented
limits; weaving a tale of incredible intrigue and handsome innovation,

Whether my voice crumbled to derogatorily discordant nothingness; or whether it placated even the most tyrannically deadliest of devils; with the marvelously
royal cadence in its; timelessly ebullient sounds,

Whether my sweat stunk like a boundless pulverized tomatoes and dead fish; or whether it Omnisciently shimmered; in the rhapsodically divine euphoria
of vivaciously vibrant life,

Whether my ears maneuvered only towards the sounds of sleazily bawdy raunchiness; or whether they miraculously drifted towards; even the most faintest cry
of horrendously inexplicable despair,

Whether my shoulders disastrously sank infinite kilometers beneath the remorseful corpse even in the pristine prime of life; or whether they hoisted all those in despicably horrific suffering; towards their abodes of eternally gratifying compassion,

Whether my conscience harbored precariously sinister spirits of the corpulently evil; or whether it culminated into an ocean of perpetually unassailable righteousness; even as hell torrentially rained from the cosmos,

Whether my breath lackadaisically contorted and cursed every moment of gorgeously bedazzling life; or whether it bequeathed mesmerizing whirlpools of sacrosanct
existence; with every puff of fiery air that it exhaled,

And whether my heart morbidly pledged to relinquish each of its beats; or whether it immortally palpitated; invincibly enveloped by a wave of unconquerably endowing love,

It was you; you; and only you O! Divine Beloved; who encapsulated every cranny of my blood; body and impoverished breath; not only making me feel the richest organism on planet earth; but giving me a holistically humanitarian reason; to be forever human; and to forever be humanitarianly alive.

Be it overwhelmingly tall; or be it the shortest man on this astronomically majestic Universe,

Be it preposterously obese; or be it a marvelously perfect angel with gloriously sparkling body contours,

Be it robustly pink; or be it the most horrendously ungainly looking man wandering on the trajectory of this mesmerizing planet,

Be it an impeccable messiah; or be it the most salaciously manipulative entity; entangled in a web of commercially bizarre malice,

O! Yes; Be it any religion or even the most oblivious of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT.

2.

Be it incomprehensibly penurious; or be it an organism blessed with all the unfathomable embellishment of this earth,

Be it immaculately white; or be it a human more horrifically blacker than sordid charcoal in veritable complexion,

Be it an insipidly inconspicuous laggard; or be it the most stupendously fastest and euphoric man on this boundless Universe,

Be it ominously infertile; or be it the most articulately blossoming artist evolving insatiably compassionate enigma; on every step that he blissfully transgressed,

O! Yes; Be it any continent or even the most oblivious of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT.

3.

Be it irrefutable Hindu; or be it a resolute Mohammedan sacredly chanting in the Omnipotent mosque; tirelessly all day and night,

Be it intransigently staunch; or be it an individual uninhibitedly unleashing into a fountain of eternally resplendent freedom; every unfurling minute of the brilliant day,

Be it voluptuously charismatic; or be it a rudimentary rustic buffoon; wandering wholesomely bereft of even the most capricious of knowledge of this enchanting
planet,

Be it a sagaciously chivalrous philosopher; or be it a pathetically illiterate beggar cacophonically wailing on the discordantly uncouth streets,

O! Yes; Be it any tribe or even the most oblivious of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT.

4.

Be it abominably prejudiced; or be it an altruistically regale spirit celestially and
ubiquitously diffusing the scintillating essence of mankind,

Be it ingeniously innovative; or be it an obnoxiously dumb human; not knowing how to use even his vividly big thumb,

Be it piquantly sharp and truculently volatile; or be it a living being as placid as the miraculously placating midnight Moon,

Be it malevolently disgruntled; or be it an entity who existed for nothing else but; ecumenically disseminating the spirit of ingratiating happiness,

O! Yes; Be it any culture or even the most oblivious of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT.

If I asked you to choose from verdant landscapes of the mountain; and the
blistering flames of fire,
I am sure you would prefer to philander through the leafy foliage; relishing the scent of newly born dew-drops.

If I asked you to choose from exotically flavored ice-cream; and fetid rivulets of debris gushing at vibrant velocities from the gutter,
I am sure you would prefer to nibble at the frozen cream; sipping it gently down the veins of your throat.

If I asked you to choose from the rollicking dolphins; and the ominously
gargantuan shark,
I am sure you would prefer to play with the dolphin; riding on its back with the frothy ocean waves striking your naked skin.

If I asked you to choose from a bed of flocculent skin; and the disdainfully
dangling century old cobweb,
I am sure you would prefer to blissfully sleep on the Dunlop; let the vibrations of fantasy take a stranglehold of your dreams.

If I asked you to choose from the scintillating oyster; and a string of profoundly venomous thorns,
I am sure you would prefer to explore the pearls incarcerated inside the shell; let their intense radiance add a sparkle to your dreary eyes.

If I asked you to choose from the crystalline streams of water; and fuming pints of hostile acid,
I am sure you would prefer to stand beneath the falls; enjoy the cool liquid cascade down your persona.

If I asked you to choose from a grandiloquent houseboat; and the unwashed
body of a stray pig,
I am sure you would prefer to romanticize in the aisles of desire; admire the
mystical view unfurl as the steamer traversed forward.

If I asked you to choose from the dwelling perched high up in the silken clouds; and the ghastly interiors of a Lions den,
I am sure you would prefer to float in the mesmerizing sky; rekindle your senses with every droplet of intermittent rain.

If I asked you to choose from perennial love; and a land of baseless hatred,
I am sure you would prefer to submerge yourself into the sweetness of sharing;
the immortal fruit of romance.

If I asked you to choose from your mother; and the uncouth society brutally whipping you at umpteenth quarters,
I am sure you would prefer to nestle in the arms of the entity who procreated
you; stare into her impeccable eyes for eternity.

If I asked you to choose from omnipotent God; and the hideously distorted long
toothed devil,
I am sure you would prefer to kneel down at the feet of the Creator; imbibe the essence of his ideals to propagate them far and wide in this world.

And If I asked you to choose from life; and gruesomely torturous death,
I am sure the human tendency in you would propel you to live; fight for
your survival; amidst an ambience blended with pure and adulterated mortals wandering around.

No complications; not even the slightest trace of mystery engulfing it,

No glamour; not even the most minuscule essence of salacious lechery embedded in it,

No discrimination; not even an infinitesimal feeling of racism encompassing it,

No hatred; not even a whisker of deceitful sound emanating from it,

No flattery; not even the tiniest space of sanctimonious thought enveloping it,

No artificiality; not even the most inconspicuous iota of debauchery penetrating it,

No revenge; not even a diminutive particle of vindictive belligerence embodied in it,

No lies; not even the remotest sign of manipulation lingering close to it,

No pompousness; not even the thinnest cloud of formality entrapped in it,

No hostility; not even the most obsolete form of rampant massacre encapsulating it,

No stardom; not even the spurious feeling of worthlessly being something encircling it,

No frigidity; not even the most bizarre sign of perilous old age permeating it,

No infidelity; not even the most ethereal insinuations of betrayal puncturing it,

No makeup; not even the most nascent forms of glitterati hovering around it,

No sadness; not even the most microscopic bits of deplorable gloom circulating around it,

No color; not even the most insipid tinge of haughty design circumventing it,

No cowardice; not even the faintest shadow of fear and retreat entrenching it,

No age; not even the most dreadful dwindling of bones affecting it,

No rest; not even the most thunderous sleep at nightfall ceasing or having any impact on it,
No price; not even the entire wealth amalgamated together in this world able to purchase it,

Only love, desire, an overwhelmingly stupendous ardor to live; an immortal spirit of nostalgia; was how I would; and am sure all of you would choose to describe the violently palpitating and volatile HUMAN HEART.

He who recognizes the fertility of land; by mere caress of the strewn soil,
Smelling the scent emanating as he tramples the mud; is indeed a true farmer.

He who recognizes burglars; by simply looking straight in their eye,
Intricately reading their jugglery of body movement; complexion of their brutal face;
is a true policeman.

He who comprehends the arrival of a cyclonic storm; by the rise and fall of
sea waves,
The turbulent clouds obliterating the stars; gusty draughts of wind blowing; is a true sailor.

He who can perceive the entire structure of the grandiloquent building; without even
constructing it,
By articulately sketching its labyrinth of outlines; is a true architect.

He who can explicitly understand the disease of an individual; without asking him to divulge his lengthy background,
By innocuously touching his pulse; is a true doctor.

He who can confidently proclaim the denomination of a currency note; without seeing a trace of it with the eye,
By scrupulously feeling its texture; weighing its body; is a true businessman.

He who can write voraciously at all times of the day; without a luxurious ambience of rain and tropical forest,
Tumultuously exercising dormant arenas of his invincible brain; is a true writer.

He who can dive head on in the fathomless valley; bereft of a parachute strapped on his back,
Gleefully gliding down whispering sedately to the floating birds; is a true adventurer.

He who can fight the greatest of war without a sword; conquering the mightiest with
prowess of his speech,
Pacifying the most pugnacious by his benevolent ideas; is a true warrior.

He who spreads his entangled net in deep water; going abysmally far inside the sea,
Encountering acerbic waves and swirling storms; is a true fisherman.

He who sends the leather ball whistling past the fence; astronomical distances into the spectator stands; by the silken caress of his bat,
Running onerously on the field; bolstering the spirit of his team; is a true cricketer.

He who recites his dialogues without actually mugging them; speaking with tremendous empathy in his eyes,
Blended with loads of charisma in his demeanor; an ingratiating ability to captivate audiences; is a true actor.

He who innovates a plethora of incredible formulae; without referring to the rules
and bulky manuscripts,
Adhering to ingenuous concepts nurtured in his brain; is a true scientist.

He who can sketch mesmerizing shades of nature; synchronized patterns of human beings,
Without actually getting a chance to confront them; with a mediocre looking pencil;
is a true artist.

He who can detect the problem in an automobile; by simply listening to the whirring of its engine,
Without peeping into its interior crevices; testing its spark; is a true mechanic.

He who can predict our future meticulously without knowing our date of birth; the
exact time we were born,
By simply glancing at our face; without reading the lines embossed in our palms; is a true astrologer.

And he who can understand pain and overwhelming affliction; intense anguish of the bereaved,
The tyranny of being mutilated; sleepless nights of the destitute without consuming adequate food; helping such people achieve their goals; is a true human GOD.

I swooned, collapsing on the ground like a pack of plastic cards,
after viewing ghastly images of Dracula on the silver screen.

I burst into fits of laughter, somersaulted wildly with my intestines aching,
as the talented comedian coated his face with slimy egg yolk.

I sobbed in unrelenting hysteria when one of kin left for heavenly abode,
envisaged the dismal life to be led, bereft of his captivating presence.

I contorted my face in creases of unbearable agony,
as an army of red ant stung supple arenas of my skin.

I danced tenaciously with mounting spurts of exuberance,
after clearing rigorous impediments of the final examination.

I uttered syllables at unprecedented speeds,
with my tongue swishing against dark cavities of teeth,
when quizzed by the police for my catalogue of misdeeds.

I rapidly exhaled trapped air in my lungs,
as I clambered up the terrain in a bid to reach the ultimate pinnacle.

I blushed an austere amount of scarlet crimson,
when caught red handed stealing warm blood apples from the tree.

I riveted my gaze towards amber streaks of the distant horizon,
stared in mute silence as the sun finally sank behind towering peaks of the mountain.

I slept in a tranquil bliss spinning romantic webs in dreamy sedation,
after assiduous amounts of labor executed in the steaming sun.

I felt relieved of Herculean strings laden with tension,
after gliding through Luke warm waters of the sparkling pool.

I felt uncensored avenues of my heart throb at rollicking pace,
as the person i desired waded slowly past my groping vision.

I felt thoroughly gratified with existing vagaries of life,
if I was fed with abundant morsels of food in the day,
impregnated with gallons of mineral water divested of bacteria,
given a mattress of pure spongy grass to sleep,
admiring the exotic pattern of stars all throughout the vigils of sultry night.

I just couldn’t make out his name; simply by looking into his innocently hazel eyes,

I just couldn’t make out his religion; simply by gauging the pace of his walk; the lanes on which he traveled,

I just couldn’t make out the place he might be residing; simply by staring at the
color of his clothes,

I just couldn’t make out the money he had incarcerated in his pocket; simply by casting a look at the back of his trouser,

I just couldn’t make out the words he might be extremely fond of; simply by the shade of his lips,

I just couldn’t make out his passions in life; the things he had an insatiable zeal for; simply by admiring his supreme height,

I just couldn’t make out the color of blood flowing in his veins; simply by glancing a trifle at his rubicund skin,

I just couldn’t make out the dreams engulfing his mind; simply by witnessing his mystical shadow,

I just couldn’t make out whether he was married or not; by simply listening to his authoritative voice,

I just couldn’t make out the exact size of his shoe; simply by running my fingers nimbly across his fading footprints,

I just couldn’t make out the destination he was going to; simply by viewing the bag he held stubbornly in his fortified palms,

I just couldn’t make out the speed of his heart; the turbulence that might going on inside; by simply casting one look beneath his shirt inundated with profuse sweat,

I just couldn’t make out the abuses he had spoken a little while ago; simply by straining my ears to his present voice,

I just couldn’t make out the fraternity of clothes he vehemently adored; by simply peering at his existing pair of bedraggled coat and trousers,

I just couldn’t make out the insects that had stung him all throughout his life; simply by spotting the fresh bruises sprawled incoherently on his arms,

I just couldn’t make out the actual strength and tenacity he possessed in his demeanor; simply by standing abreast by his side for a few racy seconds,

I just couldn’t make out the taste circumventing his greedy tongue; simply by peeking a glimpse at the morsels of left over bread neatly sandwiched in his fists,

I just couldn’t make out his ability to memorize; the pedigree of intelligence that lingered in his brain; simply by gawking at his bushy eyebrows and moderately
square forehead,

And the more I saw him; the more frustrated I became; as I just couldn’t make out head or tail about his entity; the inscrutable quandaries enveloping his life,

So at the end when there seemed no alternative; and the inexorably urge to talk to him became more prominent than the thunderously deafening clouds; I chose the simplest option; I audaciously mustered strength to call him; addressed him boldly
as human

I would hate it if you called me an Indian; tracing my rudiments to an unfathomable myriad of customs and aboriginal traditions,

I would hate it if you called me a Russian; linked various stages of my life to stringent vodka; and exhilarating games of chess,

I would hate it if you called me a Chinese; harboring tiny pairs of eyes; and an intrinsic tendency in my blood to feast on tantalizingly roasted sea food,

I would hate it if you called me an Englishman; blurting countless sentences a day in bombastic slang; blushing to more crimson than the scarlet rose; in poignant alacrity of the stupendously cold winds,

I would hate it if you called me a turbaned Sikh; disseminating oligarchic cigar smoke towards the azure cosmos; brandishing my enemies with valiant strokes of my scintillating sword,

I would hate it if you called me a staunch Muslim; ferociously beating the drums in order to appease Almighty Lord; sagaciously reading through the Quran-e-Sharif; umpteenth number of times in the sweltering day,

I would hate it if you called me a Christian; profusely relishing port wine and robust lamb; whispering with snobbish sonority; as the breeze tried to swipe the majestic candles away,

I would hate it if you called me an Afghani; pampering my royal beard to the fullest as the minutes unveiled; glowing more fairer than the Sun at times; as the moon bloomed full throttle in the resplendent sky,

I would hate it if you called me a Japanese; existing in a world of earthquakes and technology; attired in an oriental tycoon suit; and horn rimmed glasses fitting snugly to the bridge of my nose,

I would hate it if you called me a Scotsman; embellishing my dwelling with exotic ivory and titillating cheese; frolicking in the Alps with my boisterously ebullient kin,

I would hate it if you called me a German; towering like a gentle giant above the ground without a boot on my ingenious feet; riding in supreme exultation every instant on the frontiers of spell binding innovation,

I would hate it if you called me a Hindu; chanting entury old hymns in front of the Omnipotent Lord; entrenching my feeble wrists in a vivid festoon of sacred thread,

I would hate it if you called me an African; dancing in frenzied passion to the beats of the voluptuous jungle; with a jugglery of Herculean muscle protruding from beneath the layers of my magnificently sooty skin,

I would hate it if you called me an Australian; fantastically juggling bountiful discs towards the sky; munching mesmerizing burgers; as the sands by the sea metamorphosed to a perfect golden,

I would hate it if you called me a Burmese; indigenously thumping the soil to appease the rain Gods; swimming voraciously amidst the waves; to capsize my share of fish,

I would hate it if you called me a Pakistani; marching through the streets like a king in my robes of Persian silk; enriching myself in a world of song and princely poetry,

I would hate it if you called me a Buddhist; admiring my tonsured scalp which shone more seductively thanthe cascading waterfalls; incessantly gallivanting through a tunnel of statues and monarchs,

And I would equally hate it if you called me or compared me even a fraction with Almighty Lord; possessing magical powers to transform threadbare mud into glittering gold,

Instead I would be overwhelming honored; could slain my life this very instant for all of you out there; if only you christened and embraced me; as a human.

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 our heart-OR With inexplicable misery that you inflicted upon boundless with the hideous noise of bombs exploding on every nook; corner and street?

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

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

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

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

1.

HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?

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

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

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

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

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

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

2.

HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?

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

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

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

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

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

Well. Well. Well. I’ll leave you to answer these questions on your own- as we’ve all been blessed with a conscience; heart; soul and spirit to immortally love; by the same God who is one for all of us.
And whilst you do so; All I’ll do is pray to him; that you take the right decision this time and everytime; as we gear up to celebrate a very happy Diwali and prosperous New Year.