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Overwhelmed by sedation; in the realms of fathomlessly enchanting fantasy,
Floating on a blanket of clouds; with a festoon of seductive fairies dancing incessantly around me,
Embracing the voluptuous coat of verdant grass full throttle; rampantly rolling in the stupendous blades till times immemorial,
Perceiving the most incredulous objects in this Universe; surging astronomically forward than the spirit of times,
Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a paradise.

Sniffing the mesmerizing aroma of heavenly nectar; boisterously leaping behind the swarming bees,
Blending majestically with the Sunshine; basking under in the glory of milky beams of exotic moon,
Admiring the resplendent blanket of glittering stars; philandering like a price on the summit of velvety ice,
Saluting the birds soaring high in the ephemeral evenings; profoundly lost in the cadence of the Queenly nightingale,
Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a paradise.

Galloping through the fields of blossoming corn; indefatigably cuddling the innocuous sheep sleeping on the hills,
Gyrating fervently in the music of the morning cuckoo; splashing euphorically in an unfathomable ocean of tangy water,
Daintily caressing the Oligarchic oyster; seductively swishing the body under the ravishing waterfall that enigmatically cascaded from the mountain,
Feasting on a celestial meal of rhapsodically fresh cherries; lying in mute silence on the shimmering carpet of sea sands,
Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a paradise.

Placing the arms in the lap of insurmountably bountiful nature; chasing squirrels as they slithered in sheer ecstasy up the corrugated tree,
Voraciously coating the entire body with a slurry of tantalizingly wet rain mud; gasping in dumbfounded astonishment as the mirage loomed larger in the golden
desert soil,
Listening with rapt attention to the incredulously animated chirping of the amicable parrot; gallivanting beside the fire as its royal flames crackled in the midst of marvelous midnight,
Savoring exuberantly cool coconut with rubicund pair of lips; transiting into a rejuvenating reverie; boundless decades before this Universe was first created,
Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a paradise.

Spongy toes project awkwardly,
from dark flesh of gentle feet,
waxy liquid in blue bottles,
leather bound books laid in dust,
quintals of paper sheets flying astray,
dingy bulbs cutting dark holes,
flashy portraits stuck to red brick,
antiquated moulds of varnished wood,
ceramic squares of lavatory tiles,
ergonomic bulge of fantasy pillows,
scented sprays, with a blend of antiseptic,
colored tablets of soap, a range of toiletry,
sliding cabinets of solid steel,
thick drapery of rich curtain spread,
shielding stringent rays of sunlight,
solitary vents for cool air,
sprawled water beds with tepid water,
reliable tetra winged ceiling fan,
with switchboard panels pummeled to concrete,
electronic gadgetry on revolving rubber,
black pointed arrows of the giant father clock,
exaggerated crumbling polished wall paint,
tall framework of slanted mirrors,
crisp shirts of pure cotton floss,
grey linen flannels hanging down,
semicircular marble arches with potted plants,
strips of black scotch tape spread wildly,
translucent glass panes of window shutters,
shaven wood scalps of voodoo witchcraft,
the large oak tree at visible heights,
shooting through solid foundations,
with shadows of ecstasy lurking stealthily,
a glittering heap of silver coins,
solid iron doors with heavy bolts,
providing loads of security,
escalating fragrance of tangible comfort,
with a pandemonium of chorused voices,
is all what i have in my room.

This vast expanse of blue tepid water,
the yellow sun evading the skies,
the beauty all so glamorous,
the shimmering spires of the town.
green pastures, chirping birds,
colored sands at their perennial best,
puts beautiful palace at incisive test.
stalwarts built it firm and strong,
entrepreneurs decorated it with bronze.
water cascading at umpteenth places,
makes it the darling of all races.
garlanded with human emotions,
looks like a fire ablaze at night,
a real treat to the human eye,
with tawny fishes saying goodbye.
the colorful bonanza of gaudy lights,
the orchestra singing to a perfect rhyme,
the ornamental clock tower gives a midnight chime,
blissful silence descends all over,
as i succumb to the delight of invincible sleep.

Round colored balls of crystal glass,
oval shaped mugs of bone china,
engraved impressions of fish on thermos flask,
tiny cutglass bowls for consuming vodka,
heat resistant specimens of pressure cooker,
heavy safety valves curbing escape of steam,
circular rubber rings sewn with fire proof material,
frozen refrigerators cooling a factory of food,
hi-tech microwave boilers nursing unburnt meals,
hollow iron drums storing yearly food grain,
vibrating grinders for softening curd,
tetra burner cooking range warming milk,
large butcher knives for slicing jackfruit,
sleek bottle openers for releasing tin caps,
penta cavitied toasters for roasting bread,
large alloyed vessels for baking egg,
tri cylinder apparatus for filtering ground water,
slimy water bowls for wiping utensils,
corrugated iron sticks for grilled barbecue,
well spun coarse cloth for rubbing hands and stain,
shady compartments of exhaust vents,
obliterating traces of harsh light,
tin metal dishwasher scraping stubborn dirt,
cane baskets holding a bunch of spoon and fork,
small cuplets filled with
chilli, pepper, salt, coriander seed. etc,
multifold light bulbs fastened to ceiling,
with dedicated housewives preparing mouth watering dishes,
and a pitcher of beer on the granite slab,
is a glimpse of the 20th century modern kitchen.

A little bit of water to quench my thirst; pacifying smoldering flames in my throat,

A little bit of cloth encapsulating my shriveled demeanor; offering me warmth,

A little bit of shoe covering my chapped feet; facilitating me to execute handsome strides,

A little bit of chocolate rum; to impregnate my body with warmth in shivering cold,

A little bit of stone roof over my head; shielding me from the acerbic sun and pelting rain,

A little bit of hair on my scalp; cushioning my bones from body blows of the iron bludgeon,

A little bit of pungent chili in my mouth; tingling dormant zones of my palette,

A little bit of car to roam about uninhibited; gliding enigmatically through winding
lanes of the valley,

A little bit of sunshine filtering through the window; stringently fumigating forlorn
memories of the past,

A little bit of steam bath at dawn; reinvigorating exhausted muscles of my body,

A little bit of silver watch wound on my wrist; incessantly highlighting the exact time of the day,

A little bit pencil lead in my hands; prompting me to inundate barren sheets of paper with literature,

A little bit of tear in my crystal eyes; portraying a plethora of effusive emotions,

A little bit of entangled rope; on which I could vigorously roll and swing,

A little bit of sweat dribbling down my chest; revealing signs of exhilaration,

A little bit of greenery besieging my vision; catapulting me into waves of ecstatic jubilation,

A little bit of slimy reptile in my arms; cuddling me with its enchanting charm,

A little bit of camera slung over my shoulder; capturing innumerable objects in proximity,

A little bit of moonshine infiltrating through my skin; accentuating its radiance and
supple complexion,

A little bit of cream butter to smear on roasted bread; to savor the pinnacle of appetizing taste,

A little bit of leather riveted to my hands; enabling me to punch my fists in air,

A little bit of agility in my legs; helping me clamber the steep mountain,

A little bit of tinted glass camouflaging my eye; obliterating my vision from acrid rays of the sun,

A little bit of unscrupulous joke; provoking me to burst into unrestrained pools of laughter,

A little bit of stuffed cotton quilt; for me to blissfully sleep in the treacherous night,

A little bit of blessing from the creator; to assist me in versatile arenas of my life,

And a little bit of love; from the girl I intensely loved,

Is all that I needed to rekindle my soul; making me feel I was wholesomely alive.

A lifetime of sharing; unveiling the most intricate secrets; overtopping the barriers of the disdainfully acrid society,

A lifetime of poignant emotions; with the inner most recesses of the heart effusively portraying their ultimate even in the heart of chilly night,

A lifetime of caring; compounded with the uninhibited spirit of selfless sacrifice,

A lifetime of frolicking in the aisles of untamed desire; with the winds of doom miserably dwindling to curb the flame of perpetual romance,

A lifetime of belief; with the devil of sinister misconception vanishing completely into wisps of obsolete oblivion,

A lifetime of overwhelmingly exuberant adventure; marching intrepidly; with invincible solidarity to achieve our goals,

A lifetime of mesmerizing fantasy; perennially wound in each others arms in a mystical entrenchment of our own,

A lifetime of respecting our revered ancestors; worshipping the path of impeccably righteous ideals which they so diligently persevered till the time they died,

A lifetime of empathy for our fellow compatriots; transgressing shoulder to shoulder with in their moments of ecstasy and inexplicable sorrow,

A lifetime of staring profoundly into our eyes; no matter what evil tried to infiltrate into the carpets of this blissful world,

A lifetime of philandering like newly discovered lovers; tickling each other till tears of
incomprehensible freedom trickled down our eyes,

A lifetime of procreating our own progeny; proudly carrying forward God’s most marvelous chapter of existence,

A lifetime of accepting each other; of what we were; and of what we unfortunately couldn’t be,

A lifetime of holding hands with each other; confronting the mightiest of obstacle that came our way; with the wave of our immortal love,

A lifetime of understanding each other; discovering the most minuscule of our likes and dislikes to the boundaries beyond sagacious comprehension,

A lifetime of vows and resolutions; to serve each other till the time we relinquish our breath; match each other step for step,

A lifetime of perseverance; an unrelentingly enduring struggle that saw us eventually clamber up the summit of glittering success,

A lifetime of loving each other so insatiably; that the most treacherous of pain metamorphosed into a million smiles,

And most importantly; a lifetime of life; and a lifetime of death; is how I wanted to lead my life with you O! beloved; till the time Almighty Lord wanted us to be.

Just as your job was to blasphemously abuse every religion that wasn’t yours; my job was to unassailably unite the wretchedly dissipated planet once again into the religion of Omnipotent humanity,

Just as your job was to cold-bloodedly annihilate forest after jubilant forest for erecting sinister edifice; my job was to sow an infinite new seedlings of prosperity every unfurling instant of the day and shimmering night,

Just as your job was to sacrilegiously desecrate every Temple; Mosque; Church and Monastery as the greatest agnostic alive; my job was to inexhaustibly pray—humbly bending down to the fervently Omnipresent footsteps of the Almighty Creator,

Just as your job was to ruthlessly paralyze countless a girl child right itself in the invincibly sacrosanct womb; my job was to altruistically lend every ounce of my mind; body and shoulder to those aimlessly shivering orphans without a roof,

Just as your job was to shoot an infinite invidious bullets right into the innocuous skull; my job was to heal every conceivable wound on the trajectory of this fathomless earth; with the magical ointment of brotherhood that ran inherently in each of my ardent veins,

Just as your job was to shrewdly trade everything on this globe for fecklessly meaningless money; my job was to pen down an infinite lines of mesmerizing poetry and solely follow my heart—which made me the richest organism alive,

Just as your job was to indiscriminately make fun and endlessly slander every piece of weakness in this world; my job was to become the selflessly compassionate walking stick—of all those old; infirm; haplessly staggering and maimed,

Just as your job was to unthinkably molest and trade your very own mother for a few sleazy wads of currency; my job was to become that unflinchingly faithful son of every couple who was banefully childless,

Just as your job was to interminably inundate the reservoirs of ghastly hell with more and more innocent blood; my job was to spawn paradise at every conceivable quarter of mother earth out of thin air—solely on the
foundations of unconquerable love,

Just as your job was to baselessly condemn and spit upon every tangible and intangible thing that you felt and sighted; my job was to appreciate and be in due servitude of God’s unceasingly effulgent and tirelessly proliferating Universe,

Just as your job was to acrimoniously scrap even the last traces of your inimitably invaluable heritage and kin; my job was to bountifully procreate an innumerable of my own—contributing my own bit towards the chapters of eternal newness and creation,

Just as your job was to flagrantly lie in every tawdrily damned word that you uttered; my job was to perseveringly evolve a whole new civilization of only truth; which was ruled solely by the unsurpassable sky of righteousness,

Just as your job was to sadistically rejoice the morbidly fetid skeleton in every of your breath; my job was to make day-to-day life of every inexplicably thwarted organism; a joyously unfettered celebration,

Just as your job was to pugnaciously maim even the most infinitesimal trace of creative in its very roots; my job was to uninhibitedly let loose every frazzled cranny of my brain—in order to replenish each aspect of my existence with the uncurbed richness of the Lord’s creation,

Just as your job was to cast a spell of deplorable doomsday upon every organism rollicking in the true spirit of life; my job was to be the lantern of unparalleled optimism to each uncontrollably shivering form; by the grace of the Omniscient Creator,

Just as your job was to bombard every cognizable corner of the earth with wanton hatred and satanic war; my job was to solely disseminate the ideals of celestial peace and harmony; which was the only religion that every form of God ever taught,

Just as your job was to miserably lull in the graveyards of disastrously asphyxiating solitariness; my job was to ardently voice the sounds of mellifluous undefeated life- -ubiquitously in the ecstatically palpitating atmosphere,

Just as your job was to barbarously behead every new-born on the spuriously sacrificial altar in order to extend your own life; my job was to fearlessly fight till my very last breath—lay my life instantaneously for the sake of the glory of my venerated motherland,

B’cause please understand O! mercilessly pulverizing devil—that every job; whether indescribably bad or good; is still a job in hand; a job to be done; or as they’ve been saying since times immemorial that a job is a job

Bless me with the strength to plough through undulating stretches of fecund land,

Bless me with the agility to clamber up serrated skin of tall pine tree,

Bless me with the profound courage to encounter nefarious criminals head on,

Bless me with the ability to discriminate between the sacrosanct and horrendously bad,

Bless me with the nostalgia to reminiscence blissful anecdotes of past and; unveiling future,

Bless me with the prowess of eloquent speech; for communication with the society,

Bless me with the capacity of rescuing urchins trembling in the arms of fast approaching death,

Bless me with belligerent qualities of becoming a true warrior for my revered nation,

Bless me with a keen eyesight to help a plethora of citizens traversing the roads; with strips of black on their eyes,

Bless me with extravagant bulge of body muscle; to stand as a rock between
the victimized and lecherous,

Bless me with the stupendous power to stay awake at night; facilitating me to cover all those shivering with a woolen quilt,

Bless me with bountiful opulence; instigating me to feed famished masses with
twin meals of rice,

Bless me with a celestial smile; pacifying hordes of people in times of disastrous
calamity,

Bless me with a chivalrous disposition; making it easier for me to part with
my possessions,

Bless me with a down to earth attitude; rendering me versatile to empathize with a myriad of penurious masses,

Bless me with the power to walk barefoot in the blistering heat; donating my leather boots to those struck with leprosy,
Bless me with an intricate mind deciphering enigmas; chalking out philanthropic policies for traumatized prisoners,

Bless me with the dexterity to commence my day with a plain glass of water; relinquishing appetizing meals served on silver,

Bless me with truck loads of unprejudiced love; imparting it to all those
who indispensably need it,

Bless me with the energy to innovate and create; showering a battalion of contemporary comfort on my impoverished counterparts,

Bless me with the art of holding back my effusive tears; instead offering tumultuous comfort to the bereaved,

Over and above all O! LORD bless me with the power to sustain life; succeeding in my endeavor to make planet earth a better place to live.

Reacting to wild suggestions of fantasy,
obsessive desires of throbbing heart,
maniacal flow of thoughts going berserk,
impulsive desires gaining momentum,
and rock hard sugarcane stalks melting in dry compartments of my mouth,
i dreamt of the following,
chalking plans to reinforce it at some stage,
as and when,
my feet took complete stranglehold of the soil on which i tread.

a king sized room riveted to tight cane roof,
tall slabs of wall made of white crystal mirrors,
towering columns carved of ultra light metal,
hollow interiors filled with saline sea water,
artificial springs of red liquid cascading down a gallery of rock,
electric grey dolphins gliding with silken comfort,
infinite lotus shrub floating in tranquil peace,
glass aquariums of fish suspended from golden rope,
i would then ride in my sea horse boat,
parading through an ambience of man-made sea,
speeding across undulating currents of condensed salt,
finally plunging myself head on,
into the tap warm waters of my created ocean,
swimming with the underwater fish for as long,
as my breath could last within dark brown jackets of my lungs.

A casual glimpse at the beggars face,
can reveal altogether a new case.
its filled with substantial beauties and charm,
the joy hidden in occasionally occurring sleepy trance.
the bone jarring thoughts of his simplistic mind,
involve no trickery plots like the educated kind.
his hands so shabby look black and soggy,
they cant get the ingredients of an ivory flask.
homicidal tendencies crept in his mind,
he held gleaming knives in his hand,
ripped through bulging pockets of passing bystanders,
laughed like a harmless devil sipping icy mouthfuls
of left over food.
his eyes have an uncanny touch of blue,
they don’t envisage great ideas of creation,
instead give realistic clues of hunger at its very best.