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When I asked the serrated skinned crocodile to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely pulverized shape of my celestial form,

When I asked the clouds in the cosmos to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an evanescent image of my countenance; which faded sooner than it had evolved,

When I asked the lecherously silken spider to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an inconspicuous thread like image; of my huge visage,

When I asked the profusely buried tree roots to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an overwhelmingly blotted caricature of my entity; strewn with fathomless tons of dust,

When I asked the hideous vultures in the sky to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; adding a pair of diabolical wings to my body; which made people around
me run for their lives,

When I asked the army of abominable rats to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making cocoons of fetidly stinking cheese; of my magnanimously philanthropic
facial contours,

When I asked the ominously savage stray dog to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a deliciously meaty bone of my exorbitantly heavy weight body,

When I asked the vivaciously striped croaking frog to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a lanky blade of wild grass and blackness; of my robustly sculptured agile framework,

When I asked the infinitesimally diminutive mosquito to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a squalidly diseased form; of my supremely redolent demeanor,

When I asked the resplendent blanket of stars to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a wildly flickering flame; of my emphatically sonorous presence,

When I asked the mammoth plumes of ghastly bellowing smoke to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a unbelievably hostile portrait; of my impeccable persona,

When I asked the gigantic elephant to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an insurmountably opprobrious mushroom; of my majestically domineering form,

When I asked the satanically wading sharks in the ocean to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an enigmatic octopus; of my most unsurpassably pragmatic form,

When I asked the melodiously ticking cuckoo clock to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an incomprehensibly pathetic numeral; of my insatiably
mystical and surreal brain,

When I asked the seed scattered rampantly on soil to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a magical tree producing more of its kind; of my irrefutably pristine visage,

When I asked the thunderously roaring panther to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a spuriously blowing whisker; of my boundless conglomerate of authoritative bones,

When I asked the obnoxiously thorny cactus to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely blistering desert; of my lusciously blossoming body,

When I asked my inimitably sacrosanct mother to sketch me; all she ended up doing was; making an innocuously sleeping child; of my completely grown up form,

But when I asked my divinely immortal beloved to sketch me; she didn’t sketch me at all; ripped apart her heart instead; to show me my candid impression; which had been there since centuries unfathomable; and which she was sure would be always there; everytime she took birth as a human again.

You had the power to procreate your own progeny; but can you recreate man after death?

You had the power to construct a gigantic building; but can you provide compassionate shelter to every tangible organism wandering in inexplicable pain; on
the mud of this Universe?

You had the power to save a single life at a time with your prudently imbibed prowess of artificial respiration; but can you save the entire planet tottering precariously towards the brink of absolute extinction?

You had the power to silence an innocuous child; but can you conquer the infinite battalion of devils trying to metamorphose God’s earth into a treacherous paradise?

You had the power to emboss thousands of exquisite lines; but can you sign for the boundless illiterate on this globe; for whom the most cherished possession was their bohemian thumb?

You had the power to silence your critics; but can you pacify the perilously vindictive storm brewing outside; ready to ruthlessly swipe celestial traces of blissful civilization?

You had the power to philander merrily through the hills whenever you desired; but can you free humanity from the vicious stranglehold of brutally augmenting terrorism?

You had the power to memorize several formulas of arithmetic; but can you scrupulously recollect the uncanny miseries prevailing in each abode on
this planet?

You had the power to pray till times immemorial; but can you grant every single wish of God’s countless created entities?

You had the power to earn fathomless wealth; but can you substitute the eyes of unsurpassable blind men; with your coins of pompous silver?

You had the power to defeat the mightiest of armies with your contemporary techniques; but can you massacre the voice of your guilty conscience?

You had the power to fantasize even beyond the most unprecedented limits of imagination; but can you perceive what was circulating in the minds of unfathomable people; boisterously busy in tackling monotonous life?

You had the power to handsomely placate your own hunger; but can you fill every plate clattering in domains of desperation for those indispensable morsels of food?

You had the power to stare at your own reflection in the mirror for unbelievable hours on the trot; but can you look at those billions of faces engulfed with satanic droplets of blood; deprived of their sole love in life?

You had the power to dream about the most incredulously mesmerizing objects on earth; but can you bring back a smile to the face of a mother; who had just lost
her newly born child?

You had the power to dig a million kilometers beneath soil; but can you heal the insurmountably agonizing trauma which the earth was besieged with; as
you ruptured its belly?

You had the power to assassinate unsurpassable number of trees in a single minute with your modern machines; but can you spawn the incomprehensible greenery on
this soil; which kept astoundingly proliferating; even after the Sun had
disappeared from the horizons?

You had the power to sagaciously advice hordes of profusely afflicted masses; but can you enter their shivering persona; to bear their suffering even an inconspicuous trifle?

And you had the power to be an absolute human till the time you existed in physical form; but can you ever dream of being even an infinitesimal reflection of the Omniscient Creator?

Can you find me a wave; which does not wet the sandy shores even after nimbly striking them,

Can you find me a lavender lotus; which does not emanate fragrance even after ripening to a full blossom,

Can you find me a solitary patch of cloud in the sky; which does not shower inclement rain; even after acquiring shades of hideous black,

Can you find me a stone; which does not produce a clanging noise even after colliding thunderously with the obdurate ground,

Can you find me a snake; which does not bare its venomous fangs; even after getting intensely provoked,

Can you find me a chunk of rosewood; which does not decay; even after being submerged incessantly in fetid water,

Can you find me a leech; which does not suck blood; even after clinging to naked patches of skin,

Can you find me a balloon; which does not get deflated; even after being pricked by a pointed iron needle,

Can you find me a crystal diamond; which does not shine; even after being vigorously polished,

Can you find me a globule of white sugar; which does not impart a sweet taste; even after being tenaciously chewed,

Can you find me a spider; which does not spin its silken web; even after being placed in a cozy ambience of densely foliated trees,

Can you find me a cardigan; which does not provide warmth in winter; even after being stitched with fibers of pure sheep wool,

Can you find me a spring; which incorrigibly refrains to compress; even after application of unrelenting pressure,

Can you find me a matchstick; which flounders to ignite; even after brushing against the surface of acerbic crusty paper,
Can you find me a shoe; which does not leave a footprint; even after scrupulously transgressing the wet earth,

Can you find me a tomato; which does not erupt into multiple fragments of red; even after squashing it savagely with feet,

Can you find me a rotund marble; which does not roll; even after being left on an impeccably smooth floor,

Can you find me a pellucid mirror; which does not reflect beams of white light; even after holding it stringently beneath the scintillating sun,

Can you find me a building; whose foundations do not dither; even after facing the onslaught of the tumultuous earthquake,

Can you find me a river; which does not rambunctiously flow; even after plummeting down from the slope of the colossal mountain,

And can you find me a heart; which does not turbulently throb; even after witnessing the love of its life; the person it profoundly believes in.

Can callous stones lying on the ground; ever dream of flying soaring high in the clouds abreast with the birds?

Can inclement rain pelting from the sky; ever dream of heating the land instead of profusely soaking it?

Can foliated trees swaying high and handsome with the blowing wind; ever dream
of transforming into a diminutive ant?

Can the formidably constructed fortress; ever dream of crumbling down like a pack of cards?

Can the ground on which we traversed; ever dream of disdainfully buckling down
under our inconspicuous weight?

Can the magnanimous aircraft hovering at unprecedented heights in the air;
ever dream of maneuvering through the crowded city streets?

Can the dazzling sun god in the cosmos; ever dream of submerging the atmosphere with pitch dark blackness instead of scintillating light?

Can the dog philandering unscrupulously through the streets; ever dream of not wagging his curved tail?

Can the vivacious chameleon bouncing between the hedges; ever dream of not
changing its enchanting color?

Can the nectar oozing our bountifully from beehives; ever dream of being as
salty as the wild sea?

Can the summit of the colossal mountain; ever dream of being in close quarters
with the dilapidated road?

Can the inebriating elixir of opulent wine; ever dream of being like crystalline mineral water?

Can the ominous scorpion merrily gallivanting through the jungles; ever dream
of not injecting its venomous sting?

Can the greasy lubricating oil; ever dream of not impregnating the surface
with a slippery sheen?

Can the penguins born and existing in the savage cold of Atlantic; ever dream
of blistering heat of the uncouth desert?

Can the angular soles of feet; ever dream of eloquently singing instead of inexorably trespassing infinite miles of cold territory?

Can the fragrant and scarlet rose; ever dream of emanating a fetid odor; a pugnacious smell resembling the leaking gutters?

Can the intangible photograph suspended from the wall; ever dream of emulating
the animated actions of a live man?

Can the mammoth elephant transgressing majestically through the forest; ever dream of floundering under the onslaught of sensitive breeze?

Can the violently swirling waves of the ocean; ever dream of becoming the condensed river?

Can the freezing cold bar of icecream; ever dream of scalding ones mouth?

Can the hideously towering demon brutally massacring innocuous people; ever
dream of replicating God,

And ‘can true love ever dream of being destroyed ‘; even if there came the greatest force from society to dismantle it; the wisest man in space to rebuke it; the mightiest power on earth to decimate it?

Can there exist rain without smoke grey clouds in the cosmos,

can there exist desert without quintals of slippery sand,

can there exist flower shrub without variegated petals of color,

can there exist winter without mercury dipping below freezing,

can there exist pure ivory without elephant trampling through forest,

can there exist a cigarette without bitter leaves of venom tobacco,

can there exist taste without minute buds flowering on fleshy tongue,

can there exist a boat without oars firmly riveted to the sides,

can there exist incessant wind without circular revolutions of the motored fan,

can there exist gold without tinges of passionate yellow,

can there exist white pearls without symmetrically carved oyster shell,

can there exist cinema halls without palatial expanse of the silver screen,

can there exist a perfect morning without melodious chirping of the cuckoo,

can there exist salt without sea water splashing on the chain of mighty coal rock,

can there exist blood without pores of flesh being punctured,

can there exist thick lava without collisions in interior crevices of earth,

can there exist a lock without a key kissing articulate junctions of proximity,

can there exist finger nail coat without surplus fillings of powdered calcium,

can there exist mountain rivers without mass of water tumbling down at speed,

can there exist a church without Jesus nailed to sandalwood cross,

can there exist breath without nostrils containing sticky mucus,

can there exist a computer without a host of programmed microchips,

can there exist aquatic fish without an ambience of luke warm water,

can there exist an aircraft in space without a pair of steel wings,

can there exist life without consumption of portable water,

can there exist man on earth without traces of love he thoroughly deserves.

How brilliantly Omnipotent was the Sun; can truly be realized only in the invidiously stabbing and hopelessly asphyxiating; winds of darkness,

How redolently effulgent was the Rose; can truly be realized only in the abhorrently despairing and dolefully egregious; dustbins of stink,

How iridescently twinkling was the Star; can truly be realized only in the banefully penalizing and dreadfully directionless; mists of the night,

How poignantly scarlet was Blood; can truly be realized only in amorphously lackadaisical and nonchalantly livid; gutters of water,

How indomitably unshakable was the Mountain; can truly be realized only in
frigidly crumbling and pathetically deteriorating; deserts of sandy soil,

How ecstatically triumphant was Victory; can truly be realized only in the devastatingly staring and ignominiously pulverizing; mirror of defeat,

How Omnisciently powerful was Breath; can truly be realized only in the cadaverously meaningless and remorsefully wastrel; coffins of extinction,

How mischievously tangy was the Sea; can truly be realized only in the despicably squelching and indiscriminately terrorizing; mortuaries of boredom,

How unassailably pious was the newborn Infant; can truly be realized only in the pompously prejudiced and vindictively victimizing; corpse of the sanctimoniously political world,

How Omnipresently virile was the Seed; can truly be realized only in the treacherously forlorn and ludicrously obsolete; graveyards of infertility,

How eternally resplendent was the Wind; can truly be realized only in the parsimoniously strangulated and demonically manipulated; webs of sweat,

How mellifluously sweet was Honey; can truly be realized only in the miserably sadistic and truculently excoriating; vials of poison,

How boisterously effervescent was the Bumble Bee; can truly be realized only in the ghoulishly sullen and sacrilegiously silent; ghosts of nothingness,

How quintessentially life-yielding was Rain; can truly be realized only in the unbearably apocalyptic and abominably stabbing; jailhouses of drought,

How beautifully enamoring was fantasy; can truly be realized only in the flagrantly crippling and morbidly monotonous; chains of the corporate office,

How timelessly liberating was freedom; can truly be realized only in the venomously ostracizing and unsparingly hedonistic; gallows of slavery,

How eternally altruistic was humanity; can truly be realized only in the savagely destroying and acrimoniously bloody; maelstroms of war,

How Omnipotenly unconquerable was the Lord; can truly be realized only in the uncontrollably assassinating and unsparingly knifing; hell’s of the barbarously
rampaging devil,

And how Immortally insuperable was Love; can truly be realized only in the atrociously sinister and unforgivably emptying; howls of disastrously bombarding betrayal.

The field which uncontrollably cries while ploughing; can never evolve into majestically fructifying and ebulliently blissful crop,

The sea which pathetically cries while undulating; can never evolve into fantastically vibrant and tantalizingly ecstatic adventure,

The desert which discordantly cries while being heated; can never evolve into fathomlessly regale and timelessly seductive majesty,

The cloud which hedonistically cries while showering rain; can never evolve into boundlessly enthralling and enchantingly heavenly freshness,

The waterfall which insidiously cries while cascading on handsome rock; can never evolve into stupendously amiable and vividly mystical reinvigoration,

The mountain which abhorrently cries while defending; can never evolve into symbiotically unflinching and peerlessly unassailable unity,

The nightingale which fretfully cries while singing; can never evolve into timelessly ubiquitous and unequivocally resplendent melody,

The artist who deplorably cries while sketching; can never evolve into spell bindingly refreshing and unsurpassably enamoring magnetism,

The soldier who dolorously cries while fighting for his country; can never evolve into insuperably marvelous and blazingly fearless patriotism,

The tree which dementedly cries while imparting exuberant breeze; can never evolve into magnificently euphoric and royally blossoming vivacity,

The clown who preposterously cries while engendering the audience to laugh; can never evolve into bedazzlingly enviable and miraculously healing happiness,

The lightening which uxoriously cries while uninhibitedly diffusing into an enigmatic river of brilliant white; can never evolve into compassionately effulgent and fierily charged electricity,

The lion who capriciously cries while crunching the bones of his nimble prey; can never evolve into unfathomably bewitching and inimitably unconquerable kingliness,

The dwelling which hedonistically cries while harboring its impeccable occupants; can never evolve into affably propitious and beautifully synergistic concord,
The doctor who fecklessly cries while attending to his beleaguered patients; can never evolve into miraculously Omnipotent and blessedly efficacious healing,

The hand which frigidly cries while working for quintessential livelihood; can never evolve into eternally pacifying and emolliently deserving perseverance,

The lips which dismally cry while unstoppably kissing; can never evolve into bounteously ingratiating and timelessly candle-lit sensuousness,

And the heart which sadistically cries while perpetually bonding its beats with the person it loved; can never evolve into immortally godly and rhapsodically triumphant life.

I might perhaps forget even the most sensuously untamed feel of raindrops; if they don’t cascade from fathomless sky; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most mellifluously mystical voice of the nightingale; if she doesn’t diffuse sound from her throat; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most fantastically unbridled royalty of the lion; if he doesn’t uninhibitedly growl in the jungles; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most Omnipotently brilliant light of the Sun; if it doesn’t blaze from behind the ominously treacherous clouds; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most poignantly coalescing frostiness of the
wave; if it doesn’t kiss the pristinely blissful shores; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most triumphantly unfettered redolence of the rose; if it doesn’t profoundly blossom from the infinitesimally ethereal bud; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most altruistically philanthropic of humanity; if it doesn’t embrace the innermost dormitories of my soul; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most indomitably undaunted victory; if it
doesn’t unfurl infront of the whites of my impeccable eyes; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most perpetually emollient paradise; if it
doesn’t engulf a diminutive speck of the planet; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most salubriously robust fruit; if it doesn’t perpetuate into the ghastily emaciated walls of my stomach, for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most resplendently jubilant of star; if it doesn’t celestially twinkle in the aristocratically crystal blue carpet of sky; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most unassailably unparalleled voice of truth; if it doesn’t transcend the mortuaries of sacrilegiously threadbare lies; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most effulgently mitigating of sensuousness; if it doesn’t enshroud every conceivable pore of my drearily lambasted skin; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most quintessentially burgeoning waterfalls;
if they don’t cascade down the handsome mountains; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most victoriously unfettered destiny lines;
if they don’t inhabit the lap of my dreadfully diminishing palms; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most brilliantly unadulterated winds of honesty; if they don’t wholesomely massacre every trifle of parasitically rancid corruption;
for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most Omnisciently life-yielding breaths; if they don’t miraculously rejuvenate fresh life into my haplessly amorphous veins; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most Immortally uniting of heartbeats; if they don’t eviscerate me from the coffins of salaciously pulverizing betrayal; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most fabulously scintillating of diamonds; if they don’t glitter into charismatically impregnable glory; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most pricelessly unconquerable anecdotes of innocence; if they don’t unflinchingly tower above the cold-bloodedly rampaging devil; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most saliently symbiotic rudiments of existence; if they don’t fearlessly tower above deliriously decrepit depression; for far too long,

But I can never ever forget your Omnipresently Godly womb O! Mother for an
infinite more lives of mine; can never ever disown its undefeated compassion for an infinite more deaths even after the chapter of my survival had veritably ended; even after I had renounced every speck of my physical form and died

We welcome you with tears of unprecedented empathy in our eyes; wishing you tumultuous luck and success in your future life to unveil,

We welcome you with ardor in our rubicund tongues; blessing you with sacrosanct hymns that diffused from our mouths,

We welcome you with the blistering intensity in our blood; earnestly wanting you to rise to the most astronomical limits in your life,

We welcome you with the passion profusely embedded in our bones; insatiably desire that you keep living blissfully without the slightest of scratch to your scalp,

We welcome you with uninhibited love in our hearts; ardently wanting to wholesomely blend your beats with ours,

We welcome you with our open arms open like the colossal sky; imparting your persona with all the love that we could ever savor or salvage on the circumference of this planet,

We welcome you with profound feelings lingering deep down our soul; fighting till our last breath to wade away even the most tiniest shadow of evil from around your impeccable demeanor,

We welcome you with compassionate smiles engulfing our lips; deluging your future with bountiful spurts of laughter,

We welcome you with overwhelming exuberance in our minds; with an inexorable propensity to enlighten every moment of your life to unveil,

We welcome you with fathomless gifts sandwiched in our palms; hoisting you up and down in the air; umpteenth number of times,

We welcome you with unprecedented mysticism in our voices; blessing you by singing all the divinely prayers we had imbibed till the present time,

We welcome you with clusters of silken sheets and pillows on the floor; an insurmountable yearning in our pulse to make you feel wholesomely at home,

We welcome you with a festoon of ingratiatingly scented flowers in our fists; showering them delectably over the innocuous contours of your new born face,

We welcome you with a profusely enamoring charm in our visage; tickling you playfully in your softly molded ribs,

We welcome you with boundlessly effusive feeling in our chests; casting on your quota of good luck on your spell binding and heavenly form,

We welcome you with the spirit of magnanimous sacrifice embodied in our philanthropic bodies; supporting and propelling you to move forward with all the power we possessed in our entity,

We welcome you with a nostalgic longing in our countenance; transporting ourselves way back into innocent childhood; cuddling you indefatigably in our palms,

We welcome you with all the warmth that we had amalgamated in the tenure of our short lives; disseminating it benevolently for your’s as well as the prosperous growth of; several other children of your kind,

And in return to all this we don’t want even the slightest of favor from your side; our only request to you is to call us ‘Mother’ just once perhaps in your entire lifetime; making us more happy than God could ever have been; making us forget that we could never ever have our own blood; an entity whom we could address as our very own child.

As i strolled languidly on smooth cakes of road tarmac,
stringent pellets of sunshine struck my eyes,
blistering sheets of wind whipped petite regions of my flesh,
the steaming persona of ground formed a volley of cracks,
radiating at right angles from my slender soled feet.

when i frivolously wandered on the fluorescent cake of midnight moon,
ornately draped angels collided with soft cushions of my hair,
the ambience was overflowing with a sedative calm,
blotches of crime had faded into kingdoms of oblivion,
my conscience reverberated with impeccable nostalgia of early childhood.

after walking for long hours on cakes of snow,
savage blizzards hitting my cheek like an army of pistol bullets,
infinite territories of my skin transiting to an embarrassing crimson red,
the inner periphery of my ear frozen in the deafening cold,
i willing settled for a cupful of boiling ginger tea.

all i wanted was a cake topped with icy peppermint,
consisting of tons of chocolate curry,
topped up with immaculate dressings of blood red cherry,
a cake which could quench my insatiable gluttony,
awaken sweet memories of perpetual love which i had inadvertently craved for,
put me to sleep with an aura of immortal bliss encompassing my face,
dreaming about the palpable goodness that ever did exist.