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If you truly consider life to be an extraordinarily tangy ocean of profound mysticism; feasting in its panoramically bounteous essence for times immemorial,
Then for you to condemn veritable death; was the greatest insult to the insuperable Lord Almighty; infact the most derogatorily appalling sin.

If you truly consider life to be an iridescent bed of roses; spawning into an entrenchment of stupendously enthralling newness every unfurling minute of the day,
Then for you to castigate veritable death; was the greatest insult to the perpetual Lord Almighty; infact the most ignominiously gruesome sin.

If you truly consider life to be a vivaciously versatile artist; majestically paving each of your way to drift you towards the clouds of insatiably untamed prosperity,
Then you for you to lambaste veritable death; was the greatest insult to the Omniscient Lord Almighty; infact the most insidiously decrepit sin.

If you truly consider life to be a marvelously magical civilization of happiness; ebulliently metamorphosing your every unfinished dream into an unconquerably
eternal reality,
Then for you to crucify veritable death; was the greatest insult to the ever-pervading Lord Almighty; infact the most unimaginably dastardly sin.

If you truly consider life to be an unending festoon of glorious enchantment; enlightening every ingredient of your countenance with its immortal graciousness,
Then for you to abuse veritable death; was the greatest insult to the everlastingly proliferating Lord Almighty; infact the most flagrantly truculent sin.

If you truly consider life to be an exhilarating odyssey to limitless enchantment; basking in its benevolently timeless splendor every time you had an impulse to magnificently breathe,
Then for you to frown at veritable death; was the greatest insult to the unshakable Lord Almighty; infact the most hedonistically savage sin.

If you truly consider life to be a flower blossoming into profusely magical happiness; miraculously healing the agonies of one and all alike on this boundless planet; with the chivalrous elixir of humanity,
Then for you to shirk from veritable death; was the greatest insult to the impregnable Lord Almighty; infact the most treacherously bellicose sin.

If you truly consider life to be a seductively embellished fairy; tantalizing you towards an unassailable paradise of benign heavenliness and the divine,
Then for you to spit at veritable death; was the greatest insult to the Omnipotent Lord Almighty; infact the most venomously maligned sin.

If you truly consider life to be the ultimate blessing; the most fructifying symbolism of every entity trespassing on this enchantingly triumphant earth,
Then for you to bludgeon death; was the greatest insult to the Omnipresent Lord Almighty; infact the most baselessly prejudiced sin.

If you truly consider life to be a patriotically blistering success; the most uninhibitedly royal mission that every organism was sent on the Universe to wholeheartedly achieve,
Then for you to massacre veritable death; was the greatest insult to the perennial Lord Almighty; infact the most grotesquely pugnacious sin.

For when God made earth and organism; he irretrievably swung the pendulum of life and death in unrestrictedly egalitarian unison; spell bindingly replacing withering death with sparkling life every instant; yet inevitably ensuring that there was death every now and again; so that his Universe symbiotically existed,
Therefore take both life and veritable death in your stride O! penurious Human; let forever everything on this globe exist as the most fantastically vibrant rhythm of the Creator Divine.

The most tenacious of threads protruding from the scalp ludicrously dithered and deteriorated; with advancing age that insidiously camouflaged them with coffins of dilapidated white,
But the threads of humanity were immortally timeless; unassailably augmenting from strength to strength; swirling as the most scintillating wave of benign togetherness; as each second crept by.

The most stupendously grandiloquent of fortresses succumbed like a pack of capriciously elastic cards; as bombs of treachery rained torrentially from the sky,
But the fortress of humanity was immortally impregnable; unflinchingly defending the entire tornado of devils bare-chested; with each of its brick entwined in the melodiously magical color of; philanthropic mankind.

The most vivacious of fruits extruding marvelously from ravishing soil; acrimoniously extinguished into winds of obsoletely horrendous oblivion; at the very first spell of salacious drought,
But the fruits of humanity were immortally bountiful; perennially flowering and spawning into a civilization of miraculously bequeathing symbiosis; even as the most fathomless of horizons; blended with impoverished earth.

The most scintillating of swords inexplicably lost their way; as the blanket of gruesome darkness took an ominous stranglehold over the brilliantly aristocratic day,
But the sword of humanity was immortally patriotic; indefatigably decimating even the most infinitesimal trace of evil forever from the morbidly remorseful atmosphere; compassionately sequestering all innocent in its humanitarian island of; ubiquitous belonging.

The most boundless of gloriously undulating oceans vindictively dried; as manipulative humans devised perniciously abominable contraptions to adulterate them all night and sweltering day,
But the ocean of humanity was immortally resplendent; perpetually pacifying the thirst of all those in barbaric devastation; Omnisciently appeasing even the most remotely frazzled nerve; with the tonic of unconquerable righteousness.

The most sagaciously sacrosanct of religion on this planet found itself engulfed by dungeons of horrific bloodshed; as uncouthly rudimentary fanatics; diabolically massacred it with a graveyard of stinking politics and gory corruption,
But the religion of humanity was immortally unshakeable; enchantingly melanging every humble molecule of Almighty Lord; in entrenchments of unsurpassable solidarity;
and alike.

The most dazzlingly dynamic of colors wore away into sinister whirlpools of dust; as the blistering Sun insatiably flamed for times immemorial upon; the murderously cracked soil,
But the color of humanity was immortally celestial; growing more and more astoundingly passionate as the seconds rampantly zipped by; merging all religion; caste; and spurious color; into the divine river of; unitedly priceless and Godly existence.

The most vibrantly thunderous of voices shrunk to a pathetically mollified mellow; as tyrannically torturous fireballs of lightening; pelted unforgivingly from the
colossal firmament of sky,
But the voice of humanity was immortally blazing; perpetuating countless rays of spell binding hope in all those dwellings besieged with orphaned loneliness and infirmed destitute; eventually evolving as the most irrefutably supreme sound; of all mankind.

The most flamboyantly fiery of breaths mockingly evaporated into devilishly hideous spaces of the ghastly corpse; when destiny and the cloudbursts of death whippingly proclaimed; that it was time up,
But the breath of humanity was immortally living; incredulously proliferating infinite new lives of optimistically endowing hope as the minutes unfurled; unrelentingly pioneering a blissful waterfall of mesmerizing tomorrow’s; with winds of sensuous sharing and empathy.

And the most tumultuously throbbing hearts wholesomely relinquished every iota of their beats; as the streams of blood intractably refrained to enter them; due to crippling cholesterol and truculent tension,
But the heart of humanity was immortally loving; eternally entwining every dejectedly wavering soul in an unfathomable cosmos of exuberantly ecstatic beauty and contentment; making every innocuous organism on this Universe feel as the richest alive; and forever embracing the religion of mankind.

There was a man named john who was born a Christian; went to the sacrosanct Church from the very first day of his life,
Scrupulously read through every page of the bible; even keeping the same beneath his pillow when he transited into a slumber,
Embellished his neck with a chrome tipped cross; the holy silhouette of Jesus embedded to perfection,
Although the blood that flowed through his veins was crimson red like his counterpart mates; and the tones of air that he expunged from his nose when he respired was no different than any human inhabiting the globe.

There was a man named Rahim who was born an Arab; diligently visited the shimmering Mosque every Friday,
Refrained to close his eyes at night without sedulously reciting his prayers; chanting the name of his god umpteenth times in a single day,
Browsed through intricate lines of the Quran-e-Sharif with nonchalant ease; keeping a photo of his god safely incarcerated in his wallet,
Although the color of his lips was same as that of his siblings in America; and the sweat that dribbled down his nape was no different than any human residing on this earth.

There was a man named Tai chi who was born a Chinese; spoke profoundly in a pure native dialect,
Fervently worshipped all the oriental Gods; a plethora of Sacerdotal symbols embossed on colossal and gray stone walls,
Was wholesomely oblivious to anything in the market except an ensemble of authentic sea food; incessantly danced to stridently rustic folk tunes,
Although the texture of his pudgy lips was as soft as his friends in the United Kingdom; and the whites of his eye was no different than any human transgressing through
the world.

There was a man named Ram who was born an Indian; commenced each of his morning clambering steps of the divine temple,
Could narrate marathon passages from the Bhagwad Gita like the back of his palm; keeping it perennially wound to his chest,
Conversed in eloquent Hindi; profusely remembering his god before undertaking any activity in his life,
Although there was an insatiable urge to expurgate his bowels like his fellow beings in the Antarctica; and the conglomerate of bones in his body was no different than any human traversing on the soil of this boundless land.

Why was it that these men had common characteristics; despite of them believing in different gods,
Despite of them residing in varied countries; unfathomable kilometers of distance separating them,
Barricades of language bifurcating them; colors of the skin indiscriminately discriminating them,
Well the answer to this is as simple as the wail of a newly born child; for all of them were perpetually bound by the religion of humanity.

It was as ravishing; as the black bear trampling indiscreetly through the dense
foliage of the jungle,
Humming incoherent tunes in a poignantly husky; while in its quest for concealed prey.

It was as scintillating; as the crystal blue patches of the pellucid sky,
Which basked in overwhelming joy; when caressed by stringent rays of the magnificent Sun.

It was as fertile; as the lush green tendrils of spongy grass,
Which spread like wild fire in pelting showers of rain; danced vibrantly to tunes
of music and air.

It was as voluptuous; as the ornately embellished pink petals of lotus,
Blossoming perennially when their counterparts died; impregnating venomous
beetles in their womb.

It was as opulent; as the yellow biscuits of pure gold,
Which retained their color even at unfathomable depths beneath soil; could purchase all the tangible existing on earth.

It was as immaculate; as white pearls incarcerated in oyster shells,
Embedded since centuries immemorial in the sea; having the mystical prowess of producing a sparkle in the eye.

It was as invincible; as the colossal grey silhouette of the tropical elephant,
Decimating strong trees with its mighty trunk; pulverizing small bush and ant
with its iron feet.

It was as boisterous; as the flaming red Sun in the firmament of gargantuan sky,
Fumigating disease on earth with its acerbic rays; imparting reprieve from darkness to those in tribulation.

It was as flexible; as the euphoric wings of violet butterfly,
Perching handsomely on solitary corners in the night; flying as nimbly as an aircraft all day.

It had incorporated in itself; minuscule tinges of all existing color,
And It didn’t fade a bit with the unveiling of time; instead fortified to mammoth proportions as life progressed,
O! yes, the rainbow of love was the most mesmerizing thing to blend with; till the time we blissfully lived.

The rain was uninhibitedly untamed; and so was my new born baby daughter;
kicking left; right and center; in her diminutively blessed cradle,

The rain was Omnipotently pristine; and so was my new born baby daughter;
mischievously tossing in unadulterated joy on the tufts of majestic green grass galore,

The rain was magically mitigating; and so was my new born baby daughter; miraculously ameliorating me of my most horrific despair; with her innocuously fluttering eyelashes,

The rain was eternally liberating; and so was my new born baby daughter; naughtily smiling amidst her spectrum of teddy bears; as if there was not even the most infinitesimal trace of tension on this fathomless Universe,

The rain was perennially fructifying; and so was my new born baby daughter;
perpetually proliferating into unparalleled festoons of happiness; every unfurling minute of inscrutable existence,

The rain was unbelievably colorful; and so was my new born baby daughter; unfurling into the infinite shades of mystically emollient life; every time she alighted
her pristinely nimble foot,

The rain was timelessly life-yielding; and so was my new born baby daughter; perpetuating a paradise of unsurpassably undefeated newness; in every direction that she cast her immaculately dancing sight,

The rain was pricelessly inimitable; and so was my new born baby daughter;
unconquerably enamoring even the most farthest quarter of heaven; with the twinkle in her rhapsodically infallible eyes,

The rain was the ultimate gift of the heavens; and so was my new born baby daughter; whose cries of stupendously charismatic freshness; spawned a civilization of boundless beauty; till times beyond infinite infinity,

The rain was the most virile cistern of optimism; and so was my new born baby daughter; unprecedentedly subliming even the most cadaverously deadened corpses; with her unflinchingly raw energy to exist,

The rain was brilliantly unfettered; and so was my new born baby daughter;
expressing the innermost feeling of her heart till the ultimate pinnacle of the sky; whilst the salaciously manipulative planet moaned and miserably groaned outside,

The rain was Omnisciently blessing; and so was my new born baby daughter; altruistically wishing the greatest of success even for the most treacherously ribald of her foes; wholesomely oblivious to the sanctimonious varsities of this corrupted planet,

The rain was unassailably fragrant; and so was my new born baby daughter; metamorphosing even the most capricious iota of evil into a sky of unshakably peerless truth; with the divine righteousness in her tiny soul,

The rain was eclectically artistic; and so was my new born baby daughter; weaving a cosmos of unparalleled beauty; with the egalitarian compassion in her eyes for every caste; creed; race; color and tribe,

The rain was timelessly victorious; and so was my new born baby daughter;
forever winning the hearts of every conceivable entity on this unceasing planet; with her impregnably selfless love for all living kind,

The rain was ubiquitously a superstar; and so was my new born baby daughter;
transcending every boundary of worthless discrimination; to tirelessly exult in the profoundly unstoppable glory of panoramic creation,

The rain was fearlessly intrepid; and so was my new born baby daughter; poignantly exploring every exhilarating path of life; interminably following nothing else but the inner most voices of her benign heart,

The rain was universally amiable; and so was my new born baby daughter; compassionately coalescing with any entity around her venerated visage; who
gave her a gregarious smile,

And the rain was insuperably Immortal; and so was my new born baby daughter;
disseminating only the beats of love; love and Immortally princely love; every time her godly heart throbbed in her tiny chest.

When I punched a bag replete with mud; overflowing to the brim with bountiful
food grain,
There flew tones of dust in the still air; of which some it settled on my nose;
partially obscuring my vision.

When I punched an inflated balloon in its midriff; infinite molecules of gas escaped in fury,
There was an obstreperous sound produced; which almost ripped apart intricate
arenas of my eardrum.

When I punched the colossal sized melon with my fists; the shell broke open
into incommensurate halves,
A myriad of fleshy splinters flew everywhere in the air; and the slimy juice languidly cascaded down my immaculate face.

When I punched the solid baked brick; exerting tumultuous pressure against its navel,
Shards of disdainful concrete entered my crystalline eye; along with a series of fracture that enveloped my knuckle.

When I punched the heavyweight champion in the solar plexus; there was a myriad of fetid sweat droplets that stung me with alacrity,
His esteem got thoroughly provoked; and he pulverized me to dust displaying his overpowering brawn.

When I punched biscuits of pure gold; glittering impeccably in the enchanting
moonshine,
My fingers acquired faint tinges of yellow; and I profoundly regretted the wastage
that I had produced.

When I punched the venomous reptile that hung from the tree; trying to
frivolously fondle with its skin,
The monster bared its fangs in vindication; hissing vociferously and eventually inserting its deadly poison in my flesh.

When I punched the assembly of scintillating mirror; it diffused into a myriad
of minuscule fragments,
My reflection now appeared comically distorted; and droplets of crimson blood
oozed from my palms as an aftermath.

When I punched the power horn in the truck; applying unrelenting pressure from
my wrists,
There was a deafening noise that was produced; instantly overpowering the
natural ethos prevailing in atmosphere.

And finally when I punched my heart; using the full power of my hands,
There echoed only once voice; there seemed only one face; and there seemed
only one God; and all of them were my mesmerizing beloved.

You might ferociously abuse it for being monotonously
threadbare; disdainfully infiltrating the whites of
your eye; with the truculently blowing winds,

You might indignantly kick at it in your times of
inexplicable frustration; at times profusely wounding
it with the uncouthly cold-blooded tip; of your spurious shoes,

You might heinously spit on its shades of
compassionate brown; barbarically trampling it left
right and center; to insanely diffuse the abominable
tensions circumventing your brain,

You might place its value as capriciously invidious specks of grit and stone; hardly ever casting even the most fugitive of glance towards its poignantly amiable periphery,

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;
color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend
with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last
breath; such was the power of unassailably Omnipotent
and bountiful mud.

1.

You might ominously abhor the fact that it lay abreast your dwelling; proving a remorsefully indigent mismatch to your pillars and porch of stupendously embellished gold,

You might acridly puke out your food in utterly
shocking disbelief; on the pretentiously worthless
pretext of it harboring ungainly dust,

You might treacherously stab it with unrelentingly salacious strokes of your gleaming knife; frantically searching for surreptitious canopies of pricelessly glittering gold,

You might propagate it as being lugubriously
meaningless; fretfully stagnating in dustbins of
forlorn isolation for centuries unprecedented,

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;
color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend
with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last
breath; such was the power of immortally Omniscient
and spell binding mud.

2.

You might ruthlessly mold it into fathomless sizes and shapes; just to flex the muscles of your irascibly blood soaked palms,

You might relentlessly castigate it for its despicably
impoverished demeanor; drive your cars like an untamed
prince over its innocuously wailing contours,

You might sleazily sell it to the most derogatorily manipulative strangers; inundate your pockets with scintillating silver; while bulldozers tyrannically razed it to construct edifices that sailed haughtily towards blue sky,

You might lackadaisically dump all your decaying feces
from your abode into its silken carpet; laughing every
side of your body out; as you triumphantly feasted
upon its victimized integrity,

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;
color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend
with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last
breath; such was the power of pricelessly divine and
everlasting mud.

3.

You might tirelessly ostracize its sordidly ungainly
complexion; for horrendously tainting the outlines of
your spotlessly bombastic and bohemian feet,

You might christen it as dreadfully morose and perniciously ghoulish; as it fostered your pathetically wavering shadow even in the most brilliantly sparkling Sun,

You might at times construe it as your worst enemy; as
its unwitting undulations made you disastrously
stumble and kiss a world of despondently diminutive dirt,

You might call it blasphemously adulterated; as
organisms of all shapes and fraternities; perpetually
embraced its rudimentarily scented skin,

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;
color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend
with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last
breath; such was the power of impregnably Omnipresent
and humanitarian mud.

I might have consumed just an infinitesimal pint of it when I was an impeccably oblivious infant; hardly acclimatizing my taste buds with its eternal fragrance,

I might have consumed just a diminutive fraction of it when I was an innocuously inarticulate infant; hardly allowing it to blend with my freshly formed streams of crimson blood,

I might have consumed just a mercurial sip of it when I was a pristinely princely infant; hardly allowing its Omnipotently heavenly goodness to settle in the corners of my discovering mouth,

I might have consumed just a parsimonious rivulet of it when I was an incongruously disheveled infant; hardly letting its miraculously insuperable iridescence pacify my remorsefully traumatized thirst,

I might have consumed just an evanescent pinch of it when I was an incoherently unruly infant; hardly absorbing its everlastingly mesmerizing goodness in
the corners of my miserably asphyxiating throat,

I might have consumed just an ethereal speck of it when I was an inconspicuously measly infant; hardly feasting on its impregnably heavenly aura; to my tiny heart’s content,

I might have consumed just a fleeting bead of it when I was a fretfully wailing infant; hardly savoring its astronomical majesty with my crusts of minutely formed fresh teeth,

I might have consumed just a fugitive stream of it when I was a incessantly screeching infant; hardly realizing the spirit of Omnipresently egalitarian humanity; handsomely embedded in it,

I might have consumed just a disappearing mist of it when I was an incoherently feckless infant; hardly aware of its invincibly healing touch; as I all I did was sleep all day and moonless night,

I might have consumed just an insipid globule of it when I was an indefatigably crying infant; hardly gulping it even a trifle of it properly down
my teeny-weeny throat,

I might have consumed just a transient molehill of it when I was an ungainly staring infant; hardly bothered about its unconquerable nutritional value; as all that
mattered to me was my toy cradle; toys and sleep,
I might have consumed just an ephemeral amount of it when I was an illiterately uncivilized infant; hardly envisaging the perennial armor of unflinching tenaciousness that it would enshroud me with; once it coalesced perfectly with my blood,

I might have consumed just a non-existent pinch of it when I was a ludicrously squealing infant; hardly comprehending the Omnipotent compassion behind its
dribbling towards my toddler lips,

I might have consumed just an invisible follicle of it when I was a preposterously unsuspecting infant; hardly placating the disastrously emaciated bowels of my tiny stomach with its gloriously godly flavor,

I might have consumed just a minuscule shadow of it when I was a discordantly groaning infant; hardly allowing its Omnipresent charisma to percolate through
my severely teething gums,

I might have consumed just a trailing gulp of it when I was a frantically searching infant; hardly feeling its regally marvelous goodness; enriching every pore of my newborn slimly skin,

I might have consumed just a vanishing potion of it when I was a haughtily pampered infant; hardly imbibing its timelessly blossoming resplendence; as I uncontrollably kicked every conceivable object in vicinity; with my miniature feet,

I might have consumed just a passing cascade of it when I was a quietly snoring infant; hardly having the sense to appreciate its magically formidable and euphorically endless tenacity,

O! Yes, I might have consumed just a fleeting fraction of it when I was an incoherently trembling infant; hardly feeling it as it timelessly blessed every
aspect of my existence; for infinite births more of mine,

But just that diminutive droplet of it; just that unnoticeable speck of it which I had unknowingly consumed; was enough for me to metamorphose the complexion of this estranged earth once again into a paradise; was enough for me to tower like the inferno of inimitably blazing truth for times immemorial; was enough for me to altruistically live and let live for a countless more heavenly lifetimes,

Such pricelessly immortal was the indomitable power of my; eternal mother’s milk.

If you ventured to leap from unprecedented heights of the building,
the power of my love would stop you from colliding with the earth.
if you thought of consuming vials of deadly snake poison,
the power of my love would transform it into golden herbs revitalizing life.
if you planned to severe the bunch of blissful veins on your wrist,
the power of my love would replace them with impenetrable sheets of metal.
if you pondered on pursuing nefarious paths of lechery,
the power of my love would freeze your footsteps violently midway.
if you dreamt of driving your automobile at breakneck speeds,
the power of my love would impregnate your persona from all sides,
averting possible collisions and obstacles that came your way.

if you walked pompously in blistering heat waves of the Sun God,
the power of my love would imprison you in a vice like grip with blankets of shady moisture.

if you tried and concealed from me indispensable secrets of your life,
the power of my love would prompt you to vomit the same with intense fury.

if you shivered convulsively feeling stabbed by whirlwinds of fear,
the power of my love would make you sleep with compassionate warmth flooding
every corner of your body.

if blood oozed from your slender fingers while chopping vegetable,
the power of my love would rehabilitate your bare wounds with supple skin.
if you felt tormented by irascible groups of strangers,
the power of my love would assassinate their necks from base tips of their skulls.

if you whipped yourself in isolation and sheer contempt,
the power of my love would convert your agonizing cries into those of pure ecstasy.
if you ever thought of leaving me,
the omnipotent power of my love would annihilate all such thoughts,
before they even gained prominence in frigid pores of your mind.

The painted strand of fiber is held rigid,
as its variegated counterpart clings to the air,
the cocoon of sapphire mist encroaches upon,
the sun dazzles amidst network of intermingled wrists.
the thread surges with upsurgent fervour,
the canvas races still further.
slow staccato movements of the hands,
nimble turning of the feet,
blaring noises kiss the air,
multicolored strips of plastic cut the glare,
with daintily adorned straw brimmed head gear.
the fibers collectively come abreast,
chorus in unison for equal strength,
the canvas sways wildly,
as the savage battle is put to true test.
the canvas finally snaps into multiple fragments,
floating with gleeful anticipation,
amidst the pulsating tension,
descending with effusive velocity,
with the backdrop of oleander being its lone saviour.
i mull quietly over the proceedings,
the four winged canvas falls with a thud,
gently caressing my large feet,
puts me in a trance; an everlasting sleep.