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I asked the road; the things that perturbed her the most,
She replied saying; that she was mutilated every unleashing minute,
By the juggernaut of trucks; and cloud showers of swollen rain.

I asked a cluster of fish in the Monsoon River; about the ultimate fantasy of their lives,
The answer that followed was studded with arduous lines of brevity,
As they unanimously dreamt of swimming in stormy waves of the ocean.

I asked the domestic lizard to narrate its tale of woes,
It didn’t ponder even for a fraction of a second,
Curtly saying; that it was a paucity of succulent insect that kept her starved these days.

I asked the bleary eyed moon to impassively blurt out its agony,
The celestial figure in the sky retorted with a volley of eloquent expletive,
Blaming a fleet of monstrous spaceships; pilfering through its exquisite decorum.

I asked the merrily swaying trees; to recount me their expeditions of the blistering day,
They retaliated with traumatic screams; with white blood trickling down their entity,
Rebuking the farmer; who had sliced them down for daily fodder.

I asked the stray dogs in the street about their conditions of blissful health,
They made a gallant mockery of my question barking,
We aren’t fastidious about food; all we need is a solitary place to sleep.

I then interrogated my tangible heart to disclose its candid feelings,
There were mystical vibrations which shook my entire silhouette,
Beads of cold sweat camouflaged my shock of black hair,
As it responded to my query saying; that it wanted to imprison forever,
Posses for times unfathomable; the holistic form it loved on this earth.

If there was the devil of torturously asphyxiating death right infront and
behind my back; insidiously waiting to horrifically choke me till my very last cupful
of breath,
If there was the devil of truculently penalizing death right on top and beneath my silhouette; diabolically waiting to bury me an infinite feet beneath my cadaverously satanic grave,
If there was the devil of gruesomely charring death at each corner towards my left and trembling right; intransigently waiting to devour every robust bone of my countenance,
If there was the devil of perpetually silent death at every construable cranny of the atmosphere that I cast my innocuous eyes towards; ominously waiting to cold-bloodedly demolish even the most inconspicuous trace of my holistic existence,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d tirelessly march forward in my mission to beautifully converge all spurious fraternities of religion into the religion of unassailable humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the hedonistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

1.

If there was the devil of vindictively stabbing death right infront and behind my eyes; relentlessly waiting to snap every conceivable fang of my harmonious survival,
If there was the devil of amorphously dastardly death right on top and beneath my shadow; intractably waiting to poison every shade of my synergistic life with the venom of unfathomably sinful hatred,
If there was the devil of parasitically pulverizing death at each corner towards my left and nimble right; sadistically waiting to crucify me to frigidly deadened ash the instant I alighted even a single foot,
If there was the devil of lecherously lambasting death in every perceivable gallery of the atmosphere on which I symbiotically floated; heartlessly waiting to incarcerate every element of triumphant happiness in my soul; in the gallows of murderously sinister hell,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d inexhaustibly march forward to wonderfully mitigate every echelon of brutally estranged humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

2.

If there was the devil of bizarrely bludgeoning death right infront and behind my countenance; mercilessly waiting to horribly crunch me like limp meat; the next time when the pangs of hunger arose in his deliriously threadbare stomach,
If there was the devil of tawdrily indiscriminate death right on top and beneath my heart; irrevocably waiting to devastate every of its beats into sleazily obfuscated nothingness; the instant it bonded with the true love of its life,
If there was the devil of scurrilously decrepit death at each corner towards the left and right of my diminutive persona; frenetically waiting to demonically slit the soft skin of my throat; to mollify the itching of his uncouthly slandering nails,
If there was the devil of egregiously slaining death in every ingredient of the atmosphere which I majestically caressed; inconsolably waiting to roast
my delightfully supple skin at the crackle of traumatically usurping midnight,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unstoppably march forward to coalesce
my soul with the fragrance of perennially proliferating living kind; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

3.

If there was the devil of vengefully ribald death right infront and behind my chest; flagrantly waiting to extricate the last droplet of scarlet blood from my poignant veins; to take his treacherously routine morning bath,
If there was the devil of ghastily stoning death right on top and beneath my
feet; gorily wanting to feast his eyes on an infinite elements of my caricature; being ruthlessly excoriated by the unsparingly hideous vultures,
If there was the devil of traumatically terrorizing death at each corner towards my left and humble right; raunchily waiting to dissolve me into the coffin of nothingness; everytime I reached the pinnacle of egalitarian bliss,
If there was the devil of ignominiously maiming death in every puff of air that I inhaled into the jacket of my quintessential lungs; endlessly waiting to puncture every trifle of my body with a mortuary of infinite blood-stained thorns,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unflinchingly march forward diffusing
the essence of live and royally let live to the farthest corner of this Universe; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this
fathomless globe.

A wave of supreme contentment entrenching your soul; permeating your heart with an enchanting rhapsody; even though you were besieged with the most penurious
circumstances on this planet,

An ever proliferating nostalgia to transit into childhood once again; euphorically bouncing in the lap of your sacred mother,

A desire to relinquish all worldly possessions; to save the lives of your fellow comrades engulfed with uncontrollable misery and pain,

An everlasting dream in your mind; to exist for centuries unsurpassable even after your death; dedicating your life to the service of love and mankind,

And you have the most stupendously serene rainbow of PEACE; diffusing its infinite colors to coalesce into the celestially symbiotic survival of all religion and human kind.

A mountain of trust in each other’s doings; profusely blindfolded belief in the mother who bore you nine months in her womb,

An insatiable conviction to act upon the voice of your innermost conscience; follow the path of irrefutable righteousness; come whatever perilous in your way,

An untamed spirit to free God’s divinely world; from the clutches of manipulatively uncouth devils,

An overwhelmingly resilient virtue of igniting astronomically brilliant fires; even in the most ghastliest of darkness hovering around,

And you have the most impregnable fortress of UNITY; with each second of unfurling black; yielding way for fathomless more lights.

A bit of compassionate care; uninhibited concern for your compatriots in inexplicable pain,

A petal of perpetual happiness; without a trace of abhorrent malice,

A cloud of tranquility lingering in all quarters of the Universe; instilling the virtue of harmony in one and all,

A trail of altruistic sacrifice; with the heart wanting to shower unprecedented more; even after palpitating each beat,
And you have a mesmerizing river of immortal LOVE; disseminating its Omnipresent essence in every entity blissfully breathing and alive.

An insurmountably valiant attitude to annihilate your own life; instead of catering to indiscriminate lies,

An incomprehensible belief in treading on the path of the Creator; ignoring the thorns of greed making you vehemently bleed all your way,

An incorrigible vow of bowing your head only in front of his Omnipotent grace; or else pulverizing it if the demons so wanted,

An inexorable longing to march unflinchingly ahead; irrespective of the religion you followed; entwining your palms with your fellow mates; to save the globe from getting destroyed,

And you have the most ubiquitously worshipped element of TRUTH; which none possessed the capacity to dismantle before this earth was evolved; and none
would till the time it would continue to holistically exist.

A dynamite of blazing optimism as the steps tread resolutely upon hapless floor,

Majestic bristles of grey engulfing a handsomely robust jawline,

Raw bundle of energy compounded with fearless streaks of adventure to clamber the
mountain,

An unparalleled commitment to each project undertaken; to take it to an honest
success,

A desire to excel in whatever stage life offered; without the tiniest of enviousness
towards others who were better off,

Thorough professionalism which never got office work to home; relishing the verdant landscapes of the lawn with a rejuvenating stroll,

A flamboyant charmer with unmatched talking skills; that converted the most dogmatic No into a mesmerizing Yes,

Sheer astuteness compounded with an unbiased desire to make it independently;
evolving a lavish civilization from threadbare scratch,

Rustic truth which earned hostile foes at occasions more than friends; but which
culminated into royally satisfying victory at the end,

Profound love for the environment and wildlife; flourishing with mother nature in its lap; without asserting the slightest of spurious power or might,

A loyalty to spouse whose examples were cited to household’s in strife; as an
outstanding human saga of real life conviction, faith, understanding and forbearance,

Hailed as the Supremo of Denim in our very own Manchester of Textiles; Ahmedabad,

Most importantly a faith in God and his holy messengers which gave him his own
inimitable position on mortal earth; as he happily jostled in his freshly constructed
Kingsized farmhouse,

The man turns 59 years today by the grace of God.

And though I have no regrets of not following his marketing prowess and write Poetry instead. I am still proud to have him as my Father.

Here’s wishing you Daddy a Happy Birthday for today, this gloriously enthralling 25th July,2009

A brittle shell camouflaged my body,
engraved with multicolored stripes of steel gray,
slimy in texture, resembling dead chunks of wood,
as hard as a rock, unmoved when blasted with explosive.

a fleshy neck protruded from my hollow skull,
imprisoning a slender pink tongue swallowing glow worm,
compact sets of teeth were for churning meal,
i retraced my nose within cozy comforts of body pouch,
the moment it smelt the unmistakable aroma of approaching man.

a pair of eyeball beads composed my vision,
sighting appetizing prey in murky ambience of light,
maneuvering my lazy feet to the place I resided,
triggering my instincts of self defense,
warning me round the clock of possible predators encroaching upon.

I swam at painstaking speed in stagnant pond of monsoon water,
Nibbled floating weed, drank lots of liquid,
Lay topsy-turvy on clay strewn banks of river,
With my belly bathing in dazzling rays of the Sun God,
My head inches within my tubular body,
Whirlwinds of tension far away from my silhouette,
Meditating jungle rhymes in this state of dormancy,
Till pangs of hunger stimulated me to hunt,
I knew the creator had blessed me with more than a century of life,
As I had proudly inherited the form of a tortoise from my still alive mother.

Promise me you wont change like the seasons; leaving me solitary and dilapidated wandering aimlessly on the mountains,

Promise me you wont transform your color like the vivacious chameleon; betraying me when I had started loving you the most,

Promise me you wont swirl away like the passing winds; abandoning me in a state of inexplicable despair and tears,

Promise me you wont gallivant unscrupulously with another man; besieging me with waves of bizarre shock; freezing my blood in its veins,

Promise me you wont philander the ominous streets at night incarcerating me in chains; causing me to wait with my eyes wide open until you returned back,

Promise me you wont disappear like the moon in the cosmos; leaving me insurmountably anguished bereft of your presence,

Promise me you wont strangulate me like a reptile; for it is not the deadly venom I would fear; rather would feel extremely disillusioned by the concept of immortal love,

Promise me you wont vanish away from my sight like the ephemeral rainbow; for I will stand unrelentingly till I saw you again,

Promise me you wont metamorphose your shape with enhancing age; for I wanted you just like the innocuous child I met several years ago,

Promise me you wont evaporate like the floating clouds; leaving me midway in my insatiable quest to conquer life,

Promise me you wont radiate intermittently like the uncanny stars; for I desired you to be my perennial source of shine,

Promise me you wont retreat your neck back like the protuberant tortoise; for I needed you as my tumultuous inspiration when on the battlefield,

Promise me you wont fall like the fruit when subjected to the onslaught of a mighty cyclone; for I would not possess the slightest power to pick you up and witness your lifeless face,
Promise me you wont dry like the monsoon river; for I wholesomely depended on the stirrings of your soul to pacify my thirst,

Promise me you wont get erased like the pencil marks do when scrubbed by a rubber; for my life would collapse in disdainful shambles if you weren’t here,

Promise me you wont fly away like birds do in hibernation; leaving me sobbing hysterically; thumping my hands against the wall; until they bled,

Promise me you wont shirk furtively away from my presence; for I would be left with no other option but ripping apart my throbbing heart,

Promise me you wont get carried away by all the glamour and graffiti; for I might miserably flounder to provide you with all the ostentation; all I could do was inundate you with true love from my persona,

Promise me you wont elope like the bees into different houses; for I needed you indispensably to apply sweet honey on my lips,

And promise me you’ll never leave me come what may in the tenure of our lives; for I would relinquish breath the second you did so; not possessing the tenacity to survive without your celestial body.

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to diffuse resplendent shade; was the gregariously blooming and enchantingly exuberant tree,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to disseminate Omnipotent light; was the aristocratically flamboyant and blisteringly blossoming Sun,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to generate rhapsodically unlimited tanginess; was the boundlessly ebullient and triumphantly undulating Ocean,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to fulminate into a paradise of eternal sensuousness; was the ravishingly titillating and celestially egalitarian dewdrop,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to mystically enthrall even the most alien creature; was the enigmatically uncanny and convivially compassionate forest,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to spawn into a civilization of sacrosanct vivaciousness; was impeccably invincible and blessed mother’s milk,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to waft into stupendously enamoring redolence; was the poignantly crimson petal and unconquerably majestic rose,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to effulgently bond one and all in the bonds of humanity alike; was the everlastingly perpetual spirit of timeless camaraderie and companionship,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to stand as the most unflinching citadel even as hell gorily reverberated from each cranny of this fathomless planet; was the blissfully melanging and unassailably fragrant religion of mankind,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to expunge a valley of vivid boisterousness; was the astoundingly sweet and eclectically buzzing honey bee,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to culminate into regally inebriating melody; was the beautifully emerald crested and innocuously mellifluous nightingale,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to radiate into peacefully mesmerizing rhythm; was the marvelously cavorting and miraculously cascading waterfall,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to pulverize even the most diminutive trace of devil into insipidly worthless nothingness; was the voice of pricelessly unconquerable and victoriously unfettered truth,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to seductively dance with the beats of the moonlit night; was the panoramically animated and ingratiatingly nimble footed peacock,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to rejuvenate even the most sordidly dreary soles; was the unsurpassably tranquil and gloriously placating grass meadow,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to magnificently quell all lunatically prejudiced bloodshed; was the ubiquitously shimmering and timelessly bountiful wand of; simplicity and peace,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to sustain impregnably sparkling life; was the whirlwind of eloquently endless and perennially bestowing breath,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to indefatigably coalesce with the beats of profoundly magical love; was the passionately thundering and innocently volatile heart,

And programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to unrelentingly write altruistic poetry; was the inconspicuously nimble palm that protruded from my impoverished body; was the 2 centimeters of brain that lay placidly in my skull; was my every ingredient of humble blood; breath and soul; was; is and will always remain by his Omnipotent grace; only me.

My top most priority was my God; who had bestowed upon me the power to exist and holistically fight for my survival on the surface of this earth,

The next to follow in my life was my Mother; who actually gave me birth; evolving me in the first place to be what I was; at this very second today,

The next to follow in my life was my beloved; who harnessed the true potential lying dormant in my mind for years; triggering me of to achieve unsurpassable realms
of success,

The next to follow in my life was my sister; with her innocuously mischievous grin; causing intense rejuvenation of my mind,

The next to follow in my life was my Godfather who played a pivotal role in providing his armory of experienced tips; whether I liked it or didn’t like it,

The next to follow in my life were my grandparents; whom I overwhelmingly adored; but at the same time the ones who tried to drown me into the ocean of their age
old and stringently mundane theories,

The next to follow in my life was my pet dog; who incessantly wagged its tail in ecstatic jubilation; the instant I entered my dwelling,

The next to follow in my life were my selective bunch of friends; who always supported me in my times of bizarre affliction and inexplicable distress,

The next to follow in my life was my tiny little hutment; appearing as an inconspicuous speck of dirt amidst the dense camouflage of trees; yet providing me
shelter to bear the ominous night,

The next to follow in my life were all the impeccably smiling children; whom I got a chance to encounter on the streets; and with whom I felt as if I had gone right back into my innocent childhood,

The next to follow in my life were all the birds perched on the grass laden meadows; enchanting me unrelentingly with their gorgeous singing,

The next to follow in my life were baby carrots sprouting in clusters in the perennial fields; which I merrily munched with gusto to placate my gluttony,

The next to follow in my life was the mesmerizing and boisterous river; in which I splashed indiscriminately and bathed my body for long hours in the morning,
The next to follow in my life were my sagacious teachers; who taught me to be prudent; judiciously execute every activity of living,

The next to follow in my life were all those who might have unknowingly crossed me on the path towards indefatigable struggle; illuminating my life with transient moments of laughter and joy,

The next to follow in my life was the infinite number of Poems I had embossed with my blood; which had imparted me insurmountable happiness as I metamorphosed each of my exotic dreams into reality,

The next to follow in my life was the century old deep well; from which I extracted pails of sparkling mineral water; to quench the insatiable thirst that tickled the burnt chords in my throat,

The next to follow in my life was my contemporary and ultra modern contraptions; the unfathomable perceptions I felt prey to every unveiling minute; to lead life like a king,

And the last of all priorities that followed in my life; was the modest bundles of currency stashed in my Bank account; and an inexorable urge to earn many more
of these; to thereby give concrete form to all my fantasies; as well as the fantasies of all those which needed to be desperately satisfied.

Neither were you more extravagantly fairer than me; neither were you more pathetically weaker than the most lugubriously dwindling bone down my spine,

Neither were you more bountifully truthful than me; neither were you more
disastrously lying than most salaciously perverted ingredient of my blood,

Neither were you more blazingly dynamic than me; neither were you more dolorously cowardly than the most grotesquely ribald germs of fear in my stagnating brain,

Neither were you more eclectically brilliant than me; neither were you more
shamefully dwindling than the most asphyxiated corpse of hopelessness in my
shriveled persona,

Neither were you more unflinchingly triumphant than me; neither were you
more bawdily defeated than the most forlornly crippling of my failures,

Neither were you more effulgently passionate than me; neither were you more
treacherously stagnating than the most decaying figment of meaninglessness in my decrepit body,

Neither were you more resplendently surreal than me; neither were you more
satanically monotonous than the most lecherously deteriorating of my corporate profiles,

Neither were you more ingeniously evolving than me; neither were you more
redundantly parasitic than the most viciously slandering apogees of my rubicund tongue,

Neither were you more royally blessed than me; neither were you more unfortunately lambasted than the most salaciously withering moments of my devastated life,

Neither were you more exuberantly sensuous than me; neither were you more
lackadaisically nonchalant than the most preposterously wasting of my moods,

Neither were you more miraculously fertile than me; neither were you more ludicrously impotent than the most onerously slavering of my shattered times,

Neither were you more invincibly honest than me; neither were you more venomously flagrant than the most lividly distorted of my fugitively obliterating shadow,

Neither were you more infallibly faithful than me; neither were you more carnivorously betraying than the most miserably battered of my crumbling senses,

Neither were you more inimitably talented than me; neither were you more sleazily blanch than the most inanely amorphous of my egregiously estranged nerves,

Neither were you more ecstatically galloping than me; neither were you more indolently stationery than the most faintest of my penuriously diminishing of whispers,

Neither were you more ebulliently redolent than me; neither were you more repugnantly stinking than the most obliviously morbid of my insane carcass of bones,

Neither were you more symbiotically philanthropic than me; neither were you more violently prejudiced than the most perniciously obsessive of my nightmares,

Neither were you more vivaciously unfettered than me; neither were you more ominously incarcerated than the most dangerously chained idiosyncrasies of my indifferently strangulated existence,

And Neither were you more vibrantly living than me; neither were you more
perpetually dead than the most hopelessly flailing of my very final breath,

Only because the Omnipotent Creator had created both you and me; and every
other of our infinite living kind; even the most infinitesimally disappearing aspect of every one of us alive on planet divine; as forever priceless; inequitably synergistic and wonderfully equal.

Drink it; or become a droplet of its enchantingly golden wave,

Climb it; or become a rock of its fabulously mesmerizing slope,

Admire it; or become a jewel of its philanthropically magnanimous beauty,

Whisper it; or become an echo of its ubiquitously spreading poignant aroma,

Follow it; or become a footprint of its seductively enigmatic trail,

Worship it; or become an idol of its invincibly immortal blessings,

Feel it; or become an entrenchment of its voluptuously satiny and profoundly magnetic caress,

Succumb to it; or become the ethereal contours of its majestically enlightening shadow,

Philander with it; or become the winds of its ravishingly exhilarated and unconquerable journey,

Dream it; or become a cloud of its beautifully everlasting fantasy,

Preach it; or become a chapter of its divinely sacrosanct and perpetually fragrant philosophies,

Proliferate it; or become a molecule of its perennially multiplying creation,

Relish it; or become a comrade of its tantalizingly euphoric countenance,

Dance with it; or become the rhythm of its never ending infinite beats,

Embrace it; or become the shyness of its unrelentingly bonding caress,
Smile at it; or become the lips of its exuberantly tingling and rhapsodic laughter,

Consecrate it; or become a grandiloquent bell in its irrefutably sacred shrine,

Sacrifice for it; or become the ideal of its unflinching undefeated convictions,

Breath it; or become a minuscule draught of its stupendously Omnipotent air,
And live it; or live for its unfathomable Godly spirit; and remember it till the last time you ever saw this planet; and even centuries thereafter; as PRICELESS LOVE.