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Becoming one in Mind; Body and Spirit-As the Sunlight Kissed…

As it kissed the frigidly shriveled leaves of the tree; they suddenly
simmered with boisterous currents of rhapsodic life; abruptly ending
the era of all that was rotten with adulterated man-made filth,

As it kissed the lackadaisically stagnant swamps of water; they
suddenly metamorphosed into a fantabulous effervescent river; charming
one and all with its undulating ripples of unparalleled ecstasy,

As it kissed the sullenly polluted particles of dust; they suddenly
became the most poignantly enthralling breeze of victory; mesmerizing
living kind of all ages and shapes with the freshness of priceless
life,

As it kissed the rocks miserably eroded with ominous bomb; they
suddenly stood with their chests unflinching and high; with an
alacrity now undefeated by any sinful artificial man or machine,

As it kissed the parsimonious layers of brutally pulverized soil;
they suddenly transformed  into an uninhibited womb of procreation;
now feeling relieved of all angst; fertilizer and robotized greed,

As it kissed the disdainfully trembling roots of the tree; they
suddenly started to glow in anticipation of a fearless next life;
forming the most blissful bonds of perpetuity with royal crusts of
sacrosanct soil,

As it kissed the lividly lame weeds aimlessly squandering on the
ocean; they suddenly sprang up with an untamed leap towards the sky;
saluting the Almighty Divine with every euphoric rise of the frosty
wave,

As it kissed the silken webs shattered by barbarous prejudices of man;
they suddenly coalesced together in the most perfect rhyme of all
times; with each of their strand being an everlasting testimonial to
the spirit of a united living kind,

As it kissed the sinister dungeons fretting and fuming in labyrinths
of dark; they suddenly blazed in the full fervor of optimistic
existence; yearning to lead each instant of life with an untiring
exuberance to embrace and not to jail,

As it kissed the pockets of clouds scattered into a boundless bits;
they suddenly radiated in the true Omnipotent Light of the Lord;
blessing an infinite raindrops of goodness upon every deplorably
estranged territory of planet divine,

As it kissed the eyeballs submerged into a corpse of gruesome
blackness; they suddenly experienced the unparalleled fieriness to
conquer each aspect of holistic existence; with the rays of
compassion; peace; love and truth,

As it kissed the wavering eerie mists of the penalizing night; they
suddenly beamed into a whole new chapter of a brilliantly lit
tomorrow; whose rays enlightened the entire planet to unite in threads
of perennial friendship,

As it kissed the non-existent shadow of the raunchily marauding
devils; they suddenly entered the scepter of a new-found blessed life;
whose aura of immortal love vanquished every trace of sin & lies–
forever and ever and ever,

As it kissed the umpteen blades of squeamishly fetid moist grass; they
suddenly started to emanate the scent of victory; miraculously rising
in unison towards the heaven—in the most vibrantly united fortress
of green,

As it kissed the irately squabbling religions of  Hinduism; Islam;
Christianity; Buddhism—they suddenly became the most bountifully
unconquerable religion of humanity—a religion which was made for one
and all by the Omnipresent Lord Divine,

As it kissed the woefully wounded—wailing every moment to somehow
escape the grave; they suddenly levitated into bits of open blue sky;
united hand in hand under just one Omnipotent Light of truth from the
Creator,

As it kissed perverted minds rampantly ravaging the fabric of
impeccable humanity; they suddenly started to resound in the song of
togetherness and calm; charring most insouciant iota of devilry to the
invisible ashes,

And as the “Sunlight” simultaneously kissed my heart whilst kissing
all of the above;  I suddenly became one in mind; body; spirit and
till the very last breath of my existence; with every element of the
atmosphere; earth; sky  and Universe around me; and with every single
one of them…

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YES…

 

Do I write poetry to be in due obeisance of the Omnipotent Lord and

his perpetual Universe of effervescent creations; admire his

Omniscient glory which destined every life- beyond every science could

ever dare to be or do?

 

 Do I write poetry to slacken the strings of my otherwise frenetically

estranged heart; so that it commenced to sing the tunes of the most

bountifully mellifluous of an existence?

 

Do I write poetry to admire the fathomless terrains of lush green

grass and bizarre barrenness alike; which  maneuvered my brain to

perceive of the  stark candidness of God’s inscrutable creation?

 

Do I write poetry to languish in the aisles of unfettered desire;

fantasy and charm; as the ruthless monotony of the betraying planet

got more and more sinfully robotized outside?

 

Do I write poetry to celestially mollify the agony of my restlessly

bohemian fingers; which inherently felt that the best shape they could

ever give to blessed life-was in the form of surreal tantalizing

words?

 

Do I write poetry to paint the canvas of this triumphantly undying

Universe in an ocean of alphabets;  all of ravishing sizes; shapes and

forms to evolve the most royally vivid moments and memories of all

times?

 

Do I write poetry to tantalize every cranny of the living brain to

dream beyond realms of the unknown; take a much deserved break from

the rigmarole of survival and astoundingly levitate to the hilt of the

fantasy clouds?

 

Do I write poetry to metamorphose every soul inflamed in abhorrent

terrorism and gloom; into an evergreen field of miraculous flowers

which forever bloomed into the mists of love?

 

Do I write poetry to perennially tingle the chords of a flagrantly

dying imagination; to rise high and handsome from the fetid corpse and

emboss the definition of a whole new optimistic dawn with the imprint

of humanity?

 

Do I write poetry to grant even the most infinitesimal droplet of

sweat of my flailing form; the status of a King; a King who crafts his

own kingdom of desire with the insatiable intensity of his existence?

 

Do I write poetry to make love to every organism symbiotically alive;

as the poetic waterfall of infallible beauty; unflinchingly rose above

every circumcised definition of caste; creed; religion; color and

tribe—forever bonding with a united singleton mass of love?

 

Do I write poetry to rhapsodically transport into golden days of

childhood; bring out that very untamed freshness of innocuous creation

in every piece of verse that timeslessly yearns to trace its

quintessential roots?

 

Do I write poetry to do justice to the best asset of my life; which I

intrinsically believe has been bestowed upon me by the Omnipresent

Lord; and which I wanted to pursue since my very first fiery breath?

 

Do I write poetry to find what they called heavenly paradise after

death; right here in the throes of castrated confusion and sadistic

war; rampantly ravaging through the divinely fabric of mother soil?

 

Do I write poetry to pursue the inevitable magnetic pull towards every

nerve of my beleaguered persona; which solely led me into the

corridors of panoramic fantasy reigning supreme till the very end?

 

Do I write poetry to express the innermost feelings of my soul in the

most articulate manner possible; when whatever other expression that I

leaned upon– seemed a complete insane balderdash to the planet

outside?

 

Do I write poetry to woo the most horrendous of my foes to perpetually

unite with me; then undauntedly surge forward with them together to

befriend every despairing shadow out there; in the blessed cradle of

our love?

 

Do I write poetry to give back to the globe all the goodness that it

copiously sprinkled on me; made me feel worthwhile and alive whilst

finding my own foothold on ground; which by God’s grace was the very

foundation for all these poetic lines?

 

Do I write poetry to experience being the richest man alive till times

beyond infinity; irrespective of whether the markets rose or fall;

irrespective of whether there was a cloth on my body or not—simply

and solely based on the power of my effulgent thought?

 

Do I write poetry to live and to die without the tiniest of

hesitation; treat both these aspects of  unimpeachable existence

wondrously alike; and as the ultimate gifts from the heaven of the

Almighty Divine?

 

Well Well. Some of you would kill me or let me live irrespective of my

saying a “Yes” or “No” to all of the above….

 

So let me just “Live” or “Die” –whatever’s destined—by holding my

head high and equal amongst you. And  say what I’ve always wanted to

say. “YES”.

 

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