The infant yet to be born; watched the brutal proceedings in its mothers womb; as a silent spectator.
She plotted ingenious ways and means to leave me,
Rebuked me contemptuously in front of hordes of people,
I knew I was penalized for no fault of mine; and I watched her tumultuous anger explode as a silent spectator.
There is no power more stronger than the omnipotent Creator,
It is indeed he who chalks out our destiny to unfold,
All we can do is attempt our very best; to diligently fulfill our quota of responsibilities,
The best we can to help the impoverished; and watch the rest happen as silent spectators.
42. EVOLUTION
Every minuscule bud projecting from fertile clay; evolved into a fragrant flower;
intensely spreading its ravishing aroma,
When sprinkled regularly with bountiful water blended in commensurate
proportions of cow manure.
Every mystical star sighted in the cosmos; evolved gradually into the
opalescent moon,
When perceived with a perpetual vision; amalgamating the entire sky in the
condensed silhouette of whiteness.
Every bare brick coated with flimsy sand; evolved painstakingly into the
monumental building,
When stacked dexterously forming a tall structure; slapped vigorously with
fillings of piquant paint.
Every egg impregnated with yolk; evolved assiduously into an innocuous
fledgling,
When provided conducive amounts of heat by its mother; nourished in entirety by her blood.
Every hillock of silver sand; evolved into the mammoth mountain with steep valleys,
When the mighty wind deposited a conglomerate of mud and debris on a daily basis;
thereby changing complexion of the inconspicuous pile.
Every wave of the tiny river; gradually evolved into the gigantic ocean,
As it onerously flowed confronting a plethora of bulky branches and stone; finally linking with the frosty ocean.
Every bit of tentative fish floating insipidly in the sea; evolved after several years into the preposterously huge whale,
As it unrelentingly fed on a relishing meal of coral and sea weed; basked for marathon hours in full light of the radiant Sun.
Every chimpanzee inhabiting the dense forests; evolved after infinite years into man;
After undergoing dramatic metamorphosis; learning to acclimatize with the civilized society.
Every drizzle of water trickling from the sky; sequentially evolved into thunderous rain,
With accentuated accumulation of ominous black clouds;
provoking the assemblage to pelt down in fury.
And every bit of hatred residing on this earth; eventually evolved into perpetual love,
When dealt with tumultuous passion and unbiased love; a philanthropic attitude to care.
43. HUMAN GOD
He who recognizes the fertility of land; by mere caress of the strewn soil,
Smelling the scent emanating as he tramples the mud; is indeed a true farmer.
He who recognizes burglars; by simply looking straight in their eye,
Intricately reading their jugglery of body movement; complexion of their brutal face;
is a true policeman.
He who comprehends the arrival of a cyclonic storm; by the rise and fall of
sea waves,
The turbulent clouds obliterating the stars; gusty draughts of wind blowing; is a true sailor.
He who can perceive the entire structure of the grandiloquent building; without even
constructing it,
By articulately sketching its labyrinth of outlines; is a true architect.
He who can explicitly understand the disease of an individual; without asking him to divulge his lengthy background,
By innocuously touching his pulse; is a true doctor.
He who can confidently proclaim the denomination of a currency note; without seeing a trace of it with the eye,
By scrupulously feeling its texture; weighing its body; is a true businessman.
He who can write voraciously at all times of the day; without a luxurious ambience of rain and tropical forest,
Tumultuously exercising dormant arenas of his invincible brain; is a true writer.
He who can dive head on in the fathomless valley; bereft of a parachute strapped on his back,
Gleefully gliding down whispering sedately to the floating birds; is a true adventurer.
He who can fight the greatest of war without a sword; conquering the mightiest with
prowess of his speech,
Pacifying the most pugnacious by his benevolent ideas; is a true warrior.
He who spreads his entangled net in deep water; going abysmally far inside the sea,
Encountering acerbic waves and swirling storms; is a true fisherman.
He who sends the leather ball whistling past the fence; astronomical distances into the spectator stands; by the silken caress of his bat,
Running onerously on the field; bolstering the spirit of his team; is a true cricketer.
He who recites his dialogues without actually mugging them; speaking with tremendous empathy in his eyes,
Blended with loads of charisma in his demeanor; an ingratiating ability to captivate audiences; is a true actor.
He who innovates a plethora of incredible formulae; without referring to the rules
and bulky manuscripts,
Adhering to ingenuous concepts nurtured in his brain; is a true scientist.
He who can sketch mesmerizing shades of nature; synchronized patterns of human beings,
Without actually getting a chance to confront them; with a mediocre looking pencil;
is a true artist.
He who can detect the problem in an automobile; by simply listening to the whirring of its engine,
Without peeping into its interior crevices; testing its spark; is a true mechanic.
He who can predict our future meticulously without knowing our date of birth; the
exact time we were born,
By simply glancing at our face; without reading the lines embossed in our palms; is a true astrologer.
And he who can understand pain and overwhelming affliction; intense anguish of the bereaved,
The tyranny of being mutilated; sleepless nights of the destitute without consuming adequate food; helping such people achieve their goals; is a true human GOD.
44. IF YOU BELIEVED
If you believed in the sweetness of royal pudding,
It’s because of decayed yellow sour cream.
If you believed in blissful meadows of lush green grass,
It’s because of barren landscapes scorching in the tumultuous fury of the sun.
If you believed in hi- tech computers with a plethora of software chips,
It’s because of the onerous task of scribbling on sheets of jute paper.
If you believed in rich milk extracted from cow teats,
It’s because of the obnoxious odor inhabiting barrels of canned milk.
If you believed in luxury sedans traversing with silken grace,
It’s because of the aching feet rendered sore due the onset of age.
If you believed in holistic sunlight filtering through your skin pores,
It’s because of disease breeding in an ambience of ghastly darkness.
If you believed in crisp notes of dollar currency,
It’s because of intractable woes of misery and starvation to death.
If you believed in dancing to pulsating beats of country music,
It’s because of the tension that encapsulates you while lying solitary.
If you believed in consuming blood red apple juice,
It’s because of dreary exhaustion sa
pping exuberance from your brain.
If you believed in bathing in torrential rain tumbling down,
It’s because of the claustrophobic showers projecting from the bathroom rail.
If you believed in inhaling the fresh scent of moistened earth,
It’s because of the bountiful smoke drifting in atmosphere.
If you believed in laughing all night long,
It’s because of the saline tears that poured incessantly down your cheek.
If you believed in the ergonomic interiors of your cane roof house,
It’s because of bitter currents of cold you encountered on the streets.
If you believed in pursuing the quest for education,
It’s because of tags of stigmatic tags of illiteracy riveted to your persona.
If you believed in cruising on the grandiloquent ship,
It’s because of fear of drowning in unfathomably deep waters of the ocean.
If you believed in sipping black cocktail drinks from crystal mugs,
It’s because of unseething agony that grips your heart.
If you believed in adorning the wrists with a sports watch,
It’s because of insecurity generated when oblivious to time.
If you believed sleeping like a demon all throughout the vigils of winter night,
It’s because of the overwhelming work that awaits your anatomy the succeeding day.
If you believed in loving someone with all your heart and soul,
It’s because of meaningless existence that divests all purpose in life.
If you believed in cool waves of air leaking from the air conditioner,
It’s because of blistering waves of heat striking you left, right, and center.
If you believed in placid light of the opalescent moon,
It’s because of blinding rays of the peninsula of Sun.
If you believed in benevolent goodness that exists,
It’s because of volatile outbursts of violent crime.
If you believed in immaculate anecdotes of truth,
It’s because of insatiable deception camouflaging the world.
If you believed in youth bustling with euphoric fervor,
It’s because of perils that come uninvited in realms of old age.
And if you believed in the supreme aura of sacrosanct Godhead,
It’s simply because of the gruesome devil.
45. BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH
between the ominous Black clouds and the earth; there lies enchanting breeze placidly cooling the atmosphere,
Between wholesome pitch darkness and brilliant Sunlight; there lies the mesmerizing evening; passionately awaiting the night,
Between the summit of colossal mountain and the dusty roads; there lies the delectably gurgling waterfall; dissipating into silken froth,
Between the mammoth tusked elephant and the minuscule ant; there lies the innocuous rabbit; playing hide and seek amidst the labyrinth of bushes,
Between the bombastic Mercedes and the threadbare tricycle; there lies a bike; zipping past the landscapes at lightening speeds,
Between the transparent mirror and mounds of abominable coal; there lies murky coins of silver; incarcerating all in vicinity with their mystical spell,
Between the stupendously exotic rose and the infinitesimal granules of free soil; there lies nimble blades of grass; voraciously tickling trespassers with their tantalizing tendrils,
Between the obstreperously screeching train and the perpetually silent valley; there lies the bubbling river; granting substantial reprieve from the agony of sweltering Sun,
Between hostile thorns of cactus and the sweet curry of pulverized sugar; there lies the robust apple imparting a voluptuous flavor the instant you masticated it,
Between the profusely embellished statue and heap of fetid garbage; there lies the succulent coconut with a pool of tangy water impregnated in its womb,
Between the grandiloquent castle and the shoddily attired iron drainpipe; there lies the seaside hut; with waves of the ocean sporadically against its windows,
Between the melodiously singing nightingale and the discordantly wailing mosquito; there lies the sly fox; whistling harmoniously in open space,
Between the pot bellied giant and the inconspicuous infant; there lies the impetuous youngster; euphorically wandering around,
Between the bird soaring astronomically high and the slithering lizard; there lies the opalescent butterfly flirtatiously fluttering its wings,
Between impeccable truth and nefarious evil; there lies the mischievous monkey playing pranks to appease mankind,
Between the sanctimoniously rich and the bedraggled beggar; there lies the common man; trying to struggle every unleashing minute for existence,
Between garish velvet and immaculate fibers of white; there lies the grey squirrel; frantically trying to search its burrow before Sunset,
Between immortal love and superficial hatred; there lies philanthropic friendship; propagating its essence far and wide,
And between new born life and perilously old death; there lie sweet experiences; which add color to living; a dynamic vibrancy to breath.
46. THERE WAS NOTHING LIKE OFFICE
There was nothing like stink; in the dictionary of the rose; blossoming in the mesmerizing ambience of the valley,
There was nothing like cowardice in the dictionary of the lion; roaring its way thunderously through the dense outgrowths of the jungle,
There was nothing like adulteration in the dictionary of the gushing stream; cascading down the pristine slopes of the gorgeous mountain,
There was nothing like pessimism in the dictionary of the Sun; inundating every spot of earth with blistering rays and dazzling shine,
There was nothing like stain in the dictionary of the eraser; as it ruthlessly annihilated every blemish that it came across and caressed,
There was nothing like color in the dictionary of milk; as it oozed out impeccably white from the teats of the mother,
There was nothing like laziness in the dictionary of the clock; as it ticked diligently; without gasping the slightest for breath all round the clock,
There was nothing like dryness in the dictionary of the clouds; as they showered unrelentingly; flooding scorching mass of sand with heavenly water,
There was nothing like pandemonium in the dictionary of the valley; as it reverberated its echoes sonorous and clear; piercing every nook and cranny of the
atmosphere,
There was nothing like sleep in the dictionary of the owl; as it incorrigibly kept awake all night; without batting its eyelids the slightest,
There was nothing like straightness in the dictionary of a dog; as it inevitably kept curling its tail; as hard as you might try and compress it,
There was nothing like euphoria in the dictionary of a yawn; as it was a perennial indication of a person to blissfully close his eyes; snore and sleep,
There was nothing like freezing in the dictionary of the fire; which leapt in handsome flames to try and sizzle the cosmos,
There was nothing like weakness in the dictionary of the boxer; whose swollen fists; craved inexorably to drill a hole through the wall,
There was nothing like bragging in the heart of a humanitarian; whose sole purpose in life was to uplift the downtrodden society,
There was nothing like empathy in the tears of the corrupt politician; who simply cried to gain votes and sympathy of the masses,
There was nothing like manipulation in the dictionary of the mother; as every word she uttered was in the benefit of her child,
There was nothing like devil in the dictionary of the temple; where sacrosanct bells kept ringing the essence of existence till eternity,
There was nothing like death in the dictionary of God; as he was immortal; guiding the destiny of all from the skies,
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