Monthly Archives: June 2008

I fervently admired you; because you admired God; lived each instant
of your life ineffably wonderstruck at the beauty of his limitless
creation; the unparalleled charisma that radiated from each element of
his atmosphere,

I timelessly sought you; because you sought God; made him your only
shoulder to lean upon; in your times of inexplicable duress as well as
when you spiraled high and handsome in the clouds of invincible
happiness,

I relentlessly imagined you; because you imagined God; let your mind
devotedly wander in the realms of his fathomless Omnipotent Light;
without the most inconspicuous iota of the devil pillaging in,

I devoutly followed you; because you followed God; choosing the most
irrefutably honest pathways of existence; though it meant going
through an ordeal more traumatizing than what hell could be,

I uninhibitedly kissed you; because you kissed God; hugging his idol
of simpleton medieval stone; but which had the unfathomable power of
demolishing and recreating this world an infinite times,

I irrevocably believed you; because you believed God; accepted
everything and anything unfurling around you as a part of impoverished
destiny; and only in the betterment of this majestic planet and its
good,

I inexhaustibly cherished you; because you cherished God; found the
ultimate mantra of living life to the fullest and in harmony with
mother nature; in every current of wind that enveloped your stride,

I inevitably found you; because you found God; not beyond the horizons
beyond your pragmatic reach; but in every bit of compassionately
humanitarian goodness that you displayed to each of your fellow living
kind,

I quintessentially felt you; because you felt God; in every ounce of
the boundless atmosphere and earth around; since it functioned and
flourished at solely his eternal commands; and he was its
unconquerably Omnipresent Creator,

I unhesitatingly beseeched you; because you beseeched God; asked him
above anyone else on this unceasing earth; to grant you with the
tenacity to live and let live each inimitably priceless moment of
life,

I wholeheartedly trusted you; because you trusted God; looked ardently
forward to every optimistic dawn to grant you with the reinvigorated
vigor of life; make the beats of your existence dance to the tunes of
Creator Divine,

I untiringly related to you; because you related to God; bonding with
his unassailably Omniscient spirit for times immemorial; when even the
thickest of your family and blood related kin had ruthlessly abandoned
you,

I passionately sketched you; because you sketched God; endeavoring
your very best to embed even an infinitesimal fraction of his
Universe’s beauty on the desolate canvas of your heart; till the time
he destined you to live,

I crisply saluted you; because you saluted God; humbly nestling those
palms against the forehead and towards the ever-pervading heavens; at
every single opportunity that you got to thank him for this bountiful
life,

I wholeheartedly invited you; because you invited God; as the first
and last symbol of unshakable power and splendor– to bless every
philanthropic expedition of life; that you commenced upon,

I fearlessly spoke to you; because you spoke to God; confiding in him
the most insouciant apprehension of your heart; when the globe outside
had turned a brutal deaf ear; and blackmailed you at the slightest
opportunity that came their way,

I undyingly worshipped you; because you worshipped God; abnegating the
entire material wealth of this planet; if it came in your way of
kneeling in due and unhindered obeisance at his Omnipresent feet,

I immortally loved you; because you loved God; abruptly walking out on
everything that you’d assimilated and inherently related to you; to
forever bond with his heavenly light of impregnable truth,

But believe me. Even if you weren’t all of the above and were a
non-believer of God from the core of your heart—-I would still love
you as much.

Because whether you believe in God or not; I resolutely believe that
it was only God who’s created everything on earth—including atheists
like you. And being one of his infinite son’s it is my duty to love,
respect, adore and befriend each of his creations—though sadly they
be against him. And thus I’d keep loving you irrespective; till the
end of this lifetime….

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He thanked the simmering rays of the Sun from the innermost realms of
his heart; for compassionately befriending his every heartlessly
chilly winter morning,
Whilst the same man unrelentingly abused the same Sun for transforming
him into a gutter of disdainful sweat; as the peak of afternoon crept
by and he trespassed his terrace barefoot…

He thanked the voluptuous puffs of clouds for permeating each instant
of his otherwise bedraggled day; with unparalleled fantasies of
desire; charm and inseparable longing,
Whilst the same man viciously abused the same clouds for bruising him
beyond repair; as he stumbled into the valley shouting for his life;
losing his footing into the velvety fading light….

He thanked the tree to no end for providing him the most blissful
shade of his life; wading all his worries to an eternal rest as he
uninhibitedly slept on its motherly trunk,
Whilst the same man intransigently abused the same tree for becoming
an infuriating hindrance; as he frantically searched for his beloved
amidst the fathomless network of forest grapevines; branches; stalks
and leaf….

He thanked the gigantic waves till his last trace of voice; for
rhythmically lifting his boat high and handsome towards the sky; with
poetically vivacious strokes galore,
Whilst the same man bawdily abused the same waves for betraying him as
he sank to the rock bottom of the ocean with his boat; suddenly not
able to withstand the undefeated flamboyancy of the waves anymore….

He thanked the surreally silent night with all his might; for giving
him that much needed inevitable reprieve from the vagaries of this
planet; where every robotic morning of worry led him to think only
suicide,
Whilst the same man unsparingly abused the same night for rendering
him in a state of abject loneliness; deserting him in fear of being
indiscriminately robbed as he incoherently babbled with the winds….

He thanked the unflinchingly straight walls with tears of gratitude in
his eyes; for being his best and most faithful companion; as he talked
to them when the entire world shunted and made parodies of his
eccentric delights,
Whilst the same man vindictively abused the same walls for badly
bruising his nose and imprisoning him till eternity; each time he
tried to run and feel the fresh atmosphere; outside….

He thanked the fathomless desert for triggering his imagination to the
most unprecedented limits; as the endless expanse of golden sands made
him a spontaneous artist filled with prolific joy of the living kind,
Whilst the same man inconsolably abused the same desert for making him
completely lose his moorings; hopelessly stranding him amidst a
labyrinth of only dust; as he winced to take on the force of one of
his chilliest nights….

He thanked the gustily blowing wind with open arms; for soaring his
kite like the ultimate magician up into bits of limitless sky; as his
fingers swayed to the tunes of the ardently charged string,
Whilst the same man inexorably abused the same wind for ruthlessly
pushing him to a racy death—100 floors down his building; as it blew
just a trifle too harder for his comfort and his foot inadvertently
tripped….

He thanked the triumphantly scintillating glass for honestly
portraying every contour of his personality; as he stood up with
integrity on his hard earned patch of soil,
Whilst the same man implacably abused the same glass for making him an
inferior societal neglect; as it reflected scores of other thousands
of beings more beautiful than him; and he now prepared himself to lead
a life ahead full of misery; self-destruction and gloom…

He thanked the virgin streaks of white lightening for igniting the
most dormant arenas of his brain; leading him to discover the
inexplicably mysterious world beyond the mundane,
Whilst the same man horrifically abused the same lightening for
reducing him into bits of invisibly ludicrous ash; as he stood a bit
longer under it to admire it in its full and untamed glory…

He thanked the tumultuously pelting drops of sensuous rain with
passionate folded palms; for blessing every disastrously parched nerve
of his with rhapsodic delight ,
Whilst the same man barbarously abused the same rain for indefinitely
stranding him within four walls; as the incessant downpour
exasperatingly cut his every feasible link with the commercial globe
outside…

He thanked the boundlessly dense forests for allowing him to discover
his quintessential roots; as he let the seductive spray of the dew
evoke memories of the supernatural and beyond; in the spectacularly
star-studded night,
Whilst the same man remorsefully abused the same forests for making
him a wastrel wanderer; slapping the tag of a good-for-nothing
eccentric recluse into his now mysteriously groping eyes…

He thanked the compassionate woman living with him for making him feel
complete in every aspect of his existence; transcending his every
desire beyond the zenith of fulfillment,
Whilst the same man cruelly abused the same woman for circumscribing
his life into realms of responsibility; rendering him a mere puppet to
fulfill his worldly duties bereft of all spice; after a while…

You know why. Because every Man on earth; myself included; is the
biggest Hypocrite.

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Not the deadliest sting of the venomously dancing scorpion;
perpetually waiting to crawl on naked skin and pierce its hindside
deep down into streams of innocuous scarlet blood,

Not even the menacingly insatiable army of ants; ardently dreaming of
nothing else but triggering a volcano of unbearable redness; as they
stealthily clambered upon the most invisible patches of skin,

Not even the most savagely gleaming knives; who yearned to
sadistically chop anything and everything in vicinity; into a trillion
pieces of livid meaninglessness,

Not even the most despairingly morose dungeons; who wanted to devour
every conceivable source of life in the blooming atmosphere; forever
into a graveyard of demonic blackness,

Not even the most ominously parasitic leeches; who started to
hideously slither as if starved since a thousand centuries; at
sighting the most orphaned droplet of blood splattered on the grave,

Not even the most invidiously smoldering embers of the bonfire; whose
sole mission in life was to burn every trespassing soul to an
unrecognizable death; a most perfect vindication for their dreadfully
miserly state of now,

Not even the most incapacitated of oblivious rusty iron nails; who
knew they could cause many an inexplicably traumatizing disease; apart
from a corpse of woeful blood; once they pugnaciously stung,

Not even the most perilously sinister sheets of sinking mud; who
wretchedly suckled you to the rock bottom of incarcerated darkness;
with an ease as inanimate as a ghost passing unscathed through the
wall,

Not even the most forlornly thwarting silence; a web of preposterously
crucifying loneliness trying its best to trap every life of bustling
energy; only to be eaten by the spiders of hell,

Not even the gullibly hissing snakes; whose singleton kiss of the lips
on pristine life; led to the most irrevocably silencing mortuaries of
death; an agonizing extinction which brutally paralyzed all existence,

Not even the most tyrannical wells of unending sarcasm; which plagued
every creatively brilliant spark that rose from the mind and soul;
with the devil’s altar of jinxed negativity,

Not even the most disdainfully lethal smokescreens of adulteration;
which yearned every unveiling instant to usurp everyone on earth; in
their murderously cancerous swirl,

Not even the most abysmal gorge of hopeless desperation; which
perpetuated every sane entity on the trajectory of the planet; to
become a maniac who asymmetrically plundered for raw flesh and blood,

Not even the most dreadfully conniving satans of hell; who devised
endless insidious ways and means to torture you after you died; and
were sent to their custody in your fecklessly frigid after life,

Not even the most despondently amorphous walls of monotony; which
unsparingly marauded every infinitesimal ounce of newness around with
carcasses of penalizing routine,

Not even the most heartless cauldrons with meat butchered into a
zillion pieces; where the most priceless of emotions were hacked to
the most indescribably torturous death; shockingly alive,

Not even the most ominously wailing streams of blistering lava;
launching an assault of an unimaginably distorted and instant death;
as it fervently prayed for the very first living step to transgress
its way,

Not even most ghoulishly jangling skeletons of nothingness; whose sole
purpose lay in scaring the daylights of optimism from the innermost
realms of your soul; make you one of their own even in the pinnacle of
your robust life,

But if there was anything that could indeed bite a Man till beyond an
infinite of his lives and deaths—Then it was only the infidelity of
the woman whom he’d given his heart; the woman whom he truly loved…

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