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1 God – Poems on God , Creator – volume 4

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by Nikhil Parekh


  The last thing that the dancer did before going off to sleep; was to frantically gyrate her body; igniting loads of cheer and smiles; as she collapsed like a dead heap on the floor; with her swollen lids incorrigibly refraining to open till the crack of dawn,

  The last thing that the tortoise did before going off to sleep; was to poke its neck as far as possible; greedily absorbing the tenacious moonlight; as it turned topsy-turvy on its shell; to feast on the placid cool lingering in the atmosphere,

  The last thing that the Bar Man did before going off to sleep; was to swim in a deluge of inebriating whisky; sight his reflection bleary eyed in the same; as he fell on his feet; finally succumbing to the tumult and fatigue he had suffered in the day,

  The last thing that the Politician did before going off to sleep; was to make surreptitious phone calls to his contacts spread far and wide; admonishing his guards stringently to be on the vigil all night,

  The last thing the mosquito did before going off to sleep; was to incessantly suck blood from the flesh of all those already fast asleep; as it had the biggest laugh of its life waking up everybody; and only then settling into a state of perennially contented rest,

  The last thing that the dog did before going off to sleep; was to wag its tail vigorously; daintily suckle at its bowl of milk; as it stuffed its nose deep into the recesses of its masters quilt,

  The last thing that the pig did before going off to sleep; was to protrude its nose in a stack of fresh garbage dumped by the neighbors, as it prepared to make its bed; amidst a pile of soiled paper and unconsumed sandwich,

  The last thing that the laborer did before going off to sleep; was to emit the loudest yawn of  his life; uninhibitedly curse his boss for making him slog like an ant under the sweltering heat of the Sun; as he splashed water in the scorching mud around; clutching his treasured possession's close to his chest; as he took a vow to never wake up and work again,

  And the last thing that I did before going off to sleep; was to thank my God for bestowing upon me such a beautiful life; recount to my mother even the most

  minuscule of thing that I had undergone in the day; and kiss my beloved on her forehead; before surrendering inevitably to her embrace and thereby give a new definition to the night.

  24. HE WAS EVERY PERSON'S CREATOR 

  For every bird gruesomely killed; he had the power to create infinite more fledglings,

  For every river dried miserably to a trickle; he had the power to create infinite oceans,

  For every tree brutally chopped to the ground; he had the power to create infinite forests,

  For every eye inadvertently blinded; he had the power to create infinite with sight,

  For every satanic night taking a complete stranglehold on light; he had the power

  to create infinite brilliant days,

  For every tongue which was disdainfully dumb; he had the power to create infinite mouths which could speak and shout,

  For every iota of currency furtively stolen; he had the power to create infinite banks looming high and handsome till the heavens,

  For every couple who was childless and rendered cruelly unable to procreate; he had the power to create infinite more households bustling with a battalion of toddlers,

  For every  brain that was wholesomely exhausted; he had the power to create infinite intelligent minds,

  For every child disastrously orphaned on the streets; he had the power to create infinite families complete in all respects,

  For every blade of grass mercilessly trampled; he had the power to create infinite meadows of lush green crop,

  For every skeleton lying disdainfully buried under the coffin; he had the power to create infinite bodies; dancing about in robust health and thunderous fervor,

 

  For every scalp that was balder than the egg; he had the power to create infinite strands of shimmering hair,

  For every life lost unwittingly during the tumultuous earthquake; he had the power to create infinite more souls as Kings,

  For every slave bound wretchedly to gleaming chains; he had the power to create infinite crusaders to break open the shackles,

  For every throat that was dangerously thirsty; he had the power to create infinite mouths slavering with excess water,

  For every watch that had abruptly relinquished to function; he had the power to create infinite clocks ticking at electric speeds,

  For every Albino engulfed entirely with a coat of appalling pink skin; he had the power to create infinite beauties with the most charismatic of flesh,

  For every house that had been diabolically pulverized to raw dust during war; he had the power to create infinite palaces; blended profusely with glittering gold and silver,

  For every demon wandering at will on this earth; he had the power to create infinite angels to valiantly defend the world,

  For every heart pathetically broken; he had the power to create and bind infinite having just taken birth,

  His power to create was simply unprecedented; his process of evolution was simply boundless and beyond the most unimaginable degree of comprehension; and

  that is why he was not only mine; BUT EVERY PERSON'S ALMIGHTY CREATOR

 

  25. IF YOU REALLY HAD THE URGE TO CLEAN SOMETHING 

  Don’t waste your time in spuriously washing your clothes; scrubbing the surplus dirt adhering to your fingers for hours on the trot,

  For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

  Don’t waste your time in vigorously shampooing your hair; applying sandalwood balm all across your fatigued body,

  For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

  Don’t waste your time in evacuating out the last chunk of dirt imprisoned in the house; dismantling the mountain of obnoxious cobwebs suspended solitarily from the ceiling,

  For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

  Don’t waste your time in polishing your shoes till they brilliantly shone; commanding the poor slave every instant to annihilate even the faintest trace of your footprints,

  For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

  Don’t waste your time in soaking the table covers in stringent antiseptic; brushing your apron for indefatigable weeks to suck the non existent odor,

  For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

  Don’t waste your time in consulting the most prominent of skin specialists; gobbling a battalion of potent vitamins to impart your skin with that immortal glow; you kept dreaming off all night and day,

  For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

  Don’t waste your time in rubbing your tongue tenaciously with the serrated stick for marathon minutes at dawn; profusely spraying mammoth bottles of scent into the corridors of your mouth,

  For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

  Don’t waste your time in sprinkling bucket full of water to make the windows of your house shine; sucking the dainty river of its precious liquid in order to make your dwelling a darling to sight,

  For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. 

  Don’t waste your time in plucking out the filth between your teeth using the most delectable of ivory toothpick; inundating your armpits with tantalizing perfume every time you wanted to impress upon the woman of your dreams,

  For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

  Don’t waste your time in vehemently brushing the roads which led to the temple; licking every step that led to the idol of the Omniscient Creator; for in the first place you'd never be successful; as there was not one p
ath; but irrefutably every lane you tread on; led to the Almighty Lord,

  And indeed if you really had the urge to please God; clean something; then first and foremost clean your mind, heart and life instead.

 

  26. WHAT HE ACTUALLY CONSIDERED MAN 

  For him man was not as disdainfully black as charcoal; or as white as the impeccable crusts of ice-cream,

  For him man was not as tall as the mountains; or as weak as the diminutive ant, 

  For him man was not as rich as the royal king; or as impoverished as the beggar shivering on the streets,

  For him man was not as intellectual as the ingenious scientist; or as dumb as the lunatic imprisoned within the corridors of the mental asylum,

  For him man was not as strong and tenacious as the towering elephant; or as meek as the minuscule mosquito,

  For him man was not as robust as the rubicund apple; or as fragile and rotten as the sprinkled garbage,

  For him man was not as sacrosanct as the sagacious saint; or as hideous as the diabolical devil,

  For him man was not as fast as the contemporary computer; or as lazy as the pig lying unwashed on the slopes for weeks,

  For him man was not as fat as the ostentatiously inflated balloon; or as thin as the neglected strand of the broomstick,

  For him man was not as educated as the literary scholar; or as illiterate as the clerk who used his thumb and toe to sign the documents,

  For him man was not as beautiful as the mesmerizing fairy; or as satanic as the witch hovering around in the haunted house,

  For him man was not as successful as the dynamic Business tycoon; or as maimed as the bleary eyed boy polishing boots on the street,

  For him man was not as sharp as the stupendously sighted hawk; or as dark as the baby born perpetually blind,

  For him man was not as supernatural as the magician executing astounding tricks; or as normal as the student slogging overwhelmingly hard to pass his examinations,

  For him man was not as impeccable as golden honey; or as appalling as the uncouth murderer wandering at will in the open valley,

  For him man was not as perfect and meticulous as the invincible angel; or as prone as the inevitably erring teenager,

  For him man was not as brilliant as the flamboyant body of the fiery Sun; or as morbid as the corpse slithering on earth,

  For him man was not as belligerent as the gleaming knife; or as soggy as salubrious cherries nestling on the cake,

  For him man was not as mature and prudent as the owl; or as imbecile as the new born infant,

  For him man was not as fragrant as the incredulously voluptuous rose; or as decaying as the dead fish lying still on the shores,

  For him man was not as bearded as the dense foliage of the jungle; or as clean shaven as the ducks floating on tepid pools of water,

  And for the Creator man was not a  "Hindu", "Muslim", "Christian", "Buddhist"; or one following "Hinduism", "Islam", "Christianity", "Buddhism".etc.,

  What he actually considered man was an entity which he had evolved as a pair of flesh and bones on this planet; a mouth to speak and two eyes to sight; who had the ability to procreate millions of his kind; who had the unflinching ability to keep his Universe moving; and over and above all one who had the uncanny ability to keep the paradise of his dreams always and immortally alive.

  27. HE WAS THE ONE 

  He was the one for whom my heart throbbed violently; skipping a beat every time in due admiration for his incredibly Omnipotent power,

  He was the one for whom my breath flowed; profoundly engrossed in inhaling the gorgeous aura of his amazing creation,

  He was the one for whom my feet walked unrelentingly; tirelessly exploring the unfathomably bountiful wonders he had evolved on this earth,

  He was the one for whom my ears heard; imbibing each word he spoke; lost in the mysticism pouring profusely from his voice,

  He was the one for whom my lips moved; gasping in spell bound consternation while witnessing his invincibly supreme form,

  He was the one for whom my eyes stared; overwhelmingly astounded by the magnificent ocean and land he had spawned,

  He was the one for whom my hair stood up in utter trepidation on my skin; unburnt fires ignited in my soul at sighting his astronomical ability to conquer the entire Universe,

  He was the one for whom my fingers wrote; executing his infinite commands; giving pragmatic shape to each of his mesmerizing dreams,

  He was the one for whom I earned wealth; judiciously disseminating the same amongst boundless numbers of his impoverished disciples,

  He was the one for whom I slept blissfully; fantasizing about the captivating fairies that he had sent to tantalizingly dance on this earth,

  He was the one for whom my mouth spoke; prudently spreading the glorious essence of his unbiased ideals; to as far and distant as I possibly could on the surface of

  this earth,

  He was the one for whom I fought; silencing evil lurking in the society with the Herculean power that he had impregnated prolifically in my arms,

  He was the one for whom I loved; wholesomely possessing the girl he had destined to marry me; procreating my progeny and assisting him a trifle in carrying on the chapter of his existence,

  He was the one for whom I cried; when he came like a bolt of lightening in my life; and one fine instant suddenly became invisible from my eyes; as he continued on his mission to enlighten other mankind,

  He was the one for whom I prayed; incessantly worshipping his deity all day and night; pleading with him not to get angry with me and rest of the irascible humankind,

  He was the one for whom I resiliently studied for years; tried to help as many souls as I could with all the knowledge which I had accumulated in my quest towards achieving unparalleled supremacy,

  He was the one for whom I desired; drowning myself completely in the unsurpassable beauty that existed on this globe; embracing each entity that he had born to be loved and felt,

  He was the one for whom I was struggling every instant; trying to obey his laws of humble existence; his irrefutable policy of survival of the fittest,

  And he was the one for whom I was living; the person whom I loved and adored above all; infact all the words scattered on this planet were too frugal to

  describe him; all expressions and lines that I embodied proved too infinitesimal to portray his Omniscient glory; for he was none other than my ALLAH

 

  28. TONES

  When I spoke to a child; my tone was as innocuous as the nimble and newborn rabbit,

  When I spoke to the politician; my tone had profound traces of cunnigness; tinges of skillful imagination blended with each word,

  When I spoke to the reprimanded burglar; my tone was acrid and harsh; trying to petrify the daylights from his eyes,

  When I spoke to the bartender; my tone was voluptuously surreal; demanding him to serve me with delectable pegs of scarlet wine,

  When I spoke to the Boss of the Company; my tone was overwhelmingly polite and splendid; flattering him each instant to secure my job,

  When I spoke to the taxi driver; my tone was rustic and wandering; instructing him to drift me deep into the hills; poignantly embrace the winds of nature,

  When I spoke to the Scientist; my tone had a sea of mysticism and enigma; intriguing him with the dozens of bizarre ideas; circulating rampantly through my mind,

  When I spoke to the doctor; my tone radiated with robust and rubicund health; and the air that diffused from my mouth had a piquant odor of raw antiseptic,

  When I spoke to the photographer; my tone was enchanting and replete with tumultuous euphoria; enticing him to capture the most mesmerizing of my pose,

  When I spoke to the insane terrorists; my tone was barbarically acrid; and I blurted out every possible abuse prevalent on the planet; vehemently condemning them for their scores of misdeeds,

  When I spoke to the teacher in the school; my tone was do
cile and completely submissive; pretending to be a diligent student; when infact I was most mischievous of the entire batch,

 

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