1 God - Poems on God , Creator - volume 2

by Nikhil Parekh

  frigidly infidel power ?

  Were you sleeping when countless children implacably screamed and waved for help from under the drowning waters; as pompously passing politicians showered

  garlands of ostentatiously floral sympathy; instead of altruistically plunging in and saving lives ?

  And if the answer to the above is yes; then how the hell can you blame the Almighty Creator for inflicting misery upon the trajectory of this mesmerizing earth; how the hell can you blame it on the mortuaries of crippling destiny for heinously puncturing existence; how the hell can you blame today’s modern times for all that was pathetically dwindling ?

  For the Omnipotent lord had given you and every other being of your kind enough strength to conquer the most ferocious of devil; incarcerate even the most unforgivably illicit of atrocity; but you still had all the guts to blame him; instead of nimbly admitting it that you were cowardly sleeping ?

  43. I INCONSOLABLY DIED 

  Buried under an unfathomable forest of diabolically perpetuating thorns; I still managed to rise up like a handsome prince;  unfettered by the livid bruises gorily fretting on every element of my persona,

  Buried under an unsurpassable mountain of truculently asphyxiating dust; I still managed to rise up like a silken butterfly; not bothered even an infinitesimal trifle about the obnoxiously adulterated mud which had now become an integral part of my intestine,

  Buried under an unrelenting corpse of macabre ghosts; I still managed to rise up like a resplendently blissful rainbow; blazing like triumphant dynamite through the fathomless expanse of crystalline blue sky,

  Buried under a incomprehensibly preposterous dustbin of ungainly shit; I still managed to rise up like a mystically vibrant cloud; unperturbed by the disdainfully slandering slime incorrigibly sticking to my nubile skin,

  Buried under a graveyard of coldbloodedly invidious and stinking bones; I still managed to rise up like a royally fragrant rose; disseminating the scent of eternal righteousness to the most fathomless quarter of this rhapsodically heavenly planet,

  Buried under a pernicious jailhouse of venomously abhorrent scorpions; I still managed to rise up like an ingratiatingly panoramic cistern; astoundingly pacifying even the most tumultuously aggrieved sorrow; with the sounds of unparalleled optimism,

  Buried under an insurmountably feckless cauldron of prurient abuse; I still managed to rise up like a majestically iridescent eagle; engendering an untamed gorge of impregnable exuberance in even the most mercurially fugitive cranny of this; timeless planet,

  Buried under an intransigently crippling sea of horrifically miserable blood; I still managed to rise up like a bountifully eclectic whirlwind; harmoniously enlightening incredulous shades of magnificently articulate versatility; in the lives of all those

  lunatically shattered,

  Buried under an indescribably malignant sandstorm of prejudiced ignominy; I still managed to rise up like a patriotically victorious soldier; instilling an unassailable wave of uninhibited freedom; in every slave being unreasonably lambasted,

  Buried under a tyrannically thrashing volcano of scurrilous monotony; I still managed to rise up like a spell bindingly rejuvenated paradise; spreading a wave of insuperably unprecedented happiness; on even the most clandestinely barren path that I tread,

  Buried under a crematorium of chauvinistically relentless dictatorship; I still managed to rise up like thunderbolts of enriching lightening; igniting the lugubriously lackadaisical flames of every dwindling abode; with the philanthropically charismatic elixir of my soul,

  Buried under an ominously sordid gutter of remorsefully agonizing malice; I still managed to rise up like a brazenly intrepid adventurer; bringing a smile to the lips of countless ruthlessly orphaned; as I drifted with them into an unending entrenchment of fantasy and mesmerizing odyssey,

  Buried under a vindictively hedonistic mortuary of abysmally derogatory lies; I still managed to rise up like an ebulliently unconquerable Sun; ubiquitously wafting the rays of timeless happiness; in every despicably estranged life,

  Buried under a ballistically frivolous battalion of emaciated panthers; I still managed to rise up like a bountifully blessed dream; fomenting every drearily insipid and baselessly tortured mind to tirelessly fantasize,

  Buried under an indiscriminately jinxed battlefield of squelching crime; I still managed to rise up like undauntedly enchanting moonshine; compassionately warming the complexion of the tawdrily blackened night with; magnetically celestial jubilation,

  Buried under an endlessly victimizing juggernaut of uncouthly barbarous ghosts; I still managed to rise up like a benign harbinger of glorious humanity; limitlessly spreading the fragrance of an unshakably united existence; in one and all symbiotically alike,

  Buried under an ever augmenting web of disdainfully heinous corruption; I still managed to rise up like an unflinchingly blessing wind; wholesomely silencing the

  most dogmatic voices of sinfully penalizing atrocity; with the sounds of irrefutably sparkling truth,

  Buried under an insane mortuary of bellicose lifelessness; I still managed to rise up like an arrow of perennial bravery; handsomely inculcating the virtue of innocuously embellished solidarity in all those chopping necks; on spurious pretexts of religion

  and tribe,

  But buried under the worthless plank of insidiously maiming betrayal O! Lord; I had not even the most capricious of strength left in me to survive; as without the immortal love of my priceless beloved; I died; I died; I inevitably and inconsolably died.

 

  44. PROGRAMMED 

   

  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 sordid
ly 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.

  45. THE CREATOR WAS EVERYWHERE 

   

  Be it the grandiloquently colossal castle; or the fetidly stinking gutter hosting a fleet of obnoxious cockroaches,

  Be it the mystically shimmering Moon; or the sweltering sands of the mammoth desert,

  Be it the fathomless expanse of the azure blue sky; or the minuscule nest of the piquant beaked woodpecker,

  Be it the stupendously scented rose; or the yellow mushroom decaying to oblivion in the heart of the hills,

  Be it the enigmatically deep and uncannily marvelous dungeon; or the contemporary match box shaped town square,

  Be it the festoon of resplendently twinkling stars in the cosmos; or the clammy interiors of the dingy little and sordid hut,

  Be it the electric paced stallion galloping through rubicund farmlands; or the potbellied tortoise traversing with Herculean effort on the hard ground,

  Be it the astronomically huge ocean impregnated with flocks of blue whales; or the small trace of saliva lying desolate in the obsolete attic,

  Be it the tumultuous streaks of pugnacious white lightening; or the diminutive beehive camouflaged sedately amidst the trees,

  Be it the conventionally advanced computer; or the clerk who hardly knew how to sign,

  Be it the impeccable tufts of cotton sprouting in blissful tandem from the fields; or the solitary rope suspended morbidly from the ceiling,

  Be it the incredulously fast paced aircraft kissing the air faster than the speed of light; or the hunch backed camel yawning embarrassingly under the gargantuan cactus,

  Be it the mountain laden with astonishingly scintillating jewels from all round the continent; or the droplet of blood oozing down the skin,

  Be it the most invincible man trespassing on this arth; or the astoundingly small infant who had just emitted its first cry,

  Be it the densely inhabited jungle with majestically roaring lions; or the soft toy of plastic standing on just a brick,

  Be it the delectable meal of spell binding caramel chocolates; or the nail embedded pathetically in the broken wall,

  Be it the superlatively rosy tongue chattering incessantly all throughout the brilliant day; or the stone which lay in perpetual silence beneath the lanky grass,

  Be it the island which perennially received the most tenacious rays of the Sun; or the blind mans world completely obfuscated from the slightest trace of visible light,

  Be it the balloon pompously inflated with incomprehensible amounts of air; or the morose tyre lying completely squashed like frigidly white ice,

  Be it the entire army marching valiantly towards inevitable victory; or the impoverished beggar begging for alms every minute,

  Be it the glittering gold watch ticking indefatigably round the clock; or the placidly still statue which didn’t speak or move at all,

  Be it the loudest echo ever heard on this globe; or the inaudible whisper dying before it even came out,

  Be it the thunderously domineering shadow of the towering edifice; or the ethereal shadow blending every now and then with the dolorous darkness,

  Be it the revered interiors of the adorable dwelling; or the utterly disgusting and abhorrent steps leading to your mundane office,

  Be it the crackling flames of fire that leapt ebulliently towards the coalition of emerald clouds; or the shivering piece of freezing snow dangling from the Christmas tree,

  Be it the assembly of magnificently radiating mirrors bundled up in an enamoring heap; or the distorted strand of moustache floating like an insipid speck in the atmosphere,

  Be it the most remarkable of memory that could conceive every possible situation to unfurl on the trajectory of this planet; or the mockingly dumb worm writhing on brown soil,

  Be it the impregnable gates leading to the presidential rooms; or the inconspicuous little matchstick feeling soggy and despondently gloomy after the rains,

  Be it the unbelievably big bed stuffed with ravishingly compassionate softness and warmth; or the acrimonious thorn awaiting surreptitiously for innocent flesh,

  Be it the ingratiatingly sweet voice of the voluptuous nightingale; or the pertinent mosquito brooding in the profoundly hollow well,

  Be it the most formidable stick in the bodyguard’s hands; or the finely pulverized pulp of ripe banana,

  Be it the overwhelmingly blissful paradise harboring the angels; or the timidly remorse voice of hell,

  Be it the longest fabric ever woven and beautifully stitched; or the threadbare string of dilapidated shells orphaned mercilessly on the sea shores,

  Be it the heart beating turbulently engulfed in the flames of unrelenting passion; or the incongruous follicle of hair sadly detached and lying as still as the mud,

  Be it the ingenious key able to crack through the labyrinth of intricate lock; or the ludicrous buffoon who kept falling even before he could rise,

  Be it the luscious periphery of seductively alluring lips; or the bland water incarcerated in small jugs of wood,

  Be it the awesome congregation of inscrutably swirling waves crashing splendidly against the rocks; or the dismally melting jelly in the austere heat of blazing afternoon,

  Be it the unfathomable peak of Mount Everest; or the limp marble rolling on flat soil,

  Be it the animatedly leaping Kangaroo with its pack of siblings in its bulging pocket; or the perpetually still photograph hanging in the sleazy dressing room,

  Be it the exorbitantly costly shoes adorned by the King as he walked on the streets; or the nakedly petite foot coalescing with dust each time it kicked,

  Be it the poignantly sharp kitchen knife ripping apart through vegetables with nonchalant ease; or the blunt sand with no taste of its at all,

  Be it the rivulets of perspiration dribbling tantalizingly through exotic skin; or the brutally wounded territories of bruise that were left uncouthly unattended,

  Be it the beautifully embellished crown of the blue blooded prince; or the mortifying bed about to split into splinters on which the laborer slept,

  Be it the most skillful doctor’s clinic which was inundated with a host of invaluably countless medicines; or the doorstep of the patient attacked by a mysteriously inexplicable disease,

  Be it the wholesomely fascinating magician conjuring mind boggling tricks on the stage; or the ordinary soldier who wasn’t acquainted the slightest with the art of bombastic sophistication,

  Be it the handsomely heroic stag staring at its reflection in the mesmerizing persona of transparent water; or the horrendously ugly eunuch smoking his life into relentless oblivion,

  Be it a man following staunch religion all day and every single night; or the furtive castaway who didn’t know what was God at all,

  Be it the most invincible of abode above ground; or the evanescent corpse buried boundless feet beneath,

  You name it and he was there; and you didn’t have to walk marathon miles to reach the temple; church; mosque; or monastery to worship him; you could very

  well close your eyes and pray to him wherever you wanted; for the Almighty Creator was Omnipres
ent; the creator was everywhere. 

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

  46. IT WAS GOD WHO CAME INTO MY LIFE

  I was just a minuscule bird perched on a single leaf; with the forest in the backdrop disastrously charred to raw ash; nobody in a million kilometers of vicinity to listen to my croaky voice,

  It was God who came into my life; made it a mesmerizing garden to wander about and exist.

  I was just a soggy matchstick staggering every minute into appalling darkness; ready to wholesomely relinquish my last iota of light,