1 God – Poems on God , Creator – volume 4

  supreme tunes of the impregnably towering; Almighty Creator,

  I would always remain diminutively ugly; although I had blended with every speck of ebullient beauty on the trajectory of this mystical globe; infront of the unbelievably vibrant kaleidoscope of colors; of the undefeated; Almighty Creator,

  I would always remain licking the dust; although I had triumphantly won over every continent on this regally aristocratic Universe; infront of the unsurpassably blossoming form of the royally grandiloquent; Almighty Creator,

  I would always remain ludicrously minuscule; although I had reached the ultimate epitome of all glittering heights on this astronomical earth; infront of the astoundingly tireless proliferation of the ubiquitously charismatic; Almighty Creator,

  I would always remain devastatingly tyrannized; although I had triumphantly hoisted the flag of my victory over every arena of this colossal world; infront of the handsomely humanitarian religion of the incomprehensibly enamoring; Almighty Creator,

  I would always remain mercilessly frigid; although I had unflinchingly won the compassionate warmth of every single soul on this exuberantly blooming planet;

  infront of the timeless grace of the wonderfully mesmerizing; Almighty Creator,

  I would always remain gruesomely blind; although I had the vision of all on this endless Universe in my tiny fists; infront of the vivaciously Omnipresent blessings of the pristinely poignant; Almighty Creator,

  I would always remain vindictively bleeding; although I had in my blood all intransigent tenacity of this limitless globe; infront of the immaculately benign

  fragrance of the sagaciously enlightening; Almighty Creator,

  I would always remain frantically sleepless; although I had beautifully enveloped every part of my countenance with the tranquility of this boundless world; infront of the unparalleled benevolence of the celestially inimitable; Almighty Creator,

  I would always remain infinite kilometers beneath my corpse; although I had the exhilarating air of every organism’s lungs incarcerated in my chest; infront of

  the impeccably uninhibited stride of the unrelentingly effulgent; Almighty Creator,

  And I would always remain ominously plagued by a heart attack; although I had earned the passionate love of the unlimited planet in each of my beats; infront of

  the heavenly immortal essence of togetherness of the brilliantly best; Almighty Creator.

  11. YOU COULD YET MAKE HIM HAPPY

  God simply didn’t need anything; as his Omnipotent aura towered gloriously over every quarter; of this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe,

  You could yet make him happy; by uninhibitedly embracing his organisms in inexplicably traumatic pain; nourishing them in your compassionately

  philanthropic swirl.

  God simply didn’t need anything; as his unconquerably bountiful majesty; unrelentingly ruled even the most infinitesimal of space on this; blissfully endowing

  planet,

  You could yet make him happy; by gregariously nourishing his underprivileged children with your own blood; never letting them feel that they were disastrously orphaned on this gigantic globe and all alone.

  God simply didn’t need anything; as his overpoweringly unassailable scent; ingratiatingly perpetuated through even the most obsoletely remote corner of this;

  fathomless earth,

  You could yet make him happy; by being a benign harbinger of all humanity irrespective of caste; creed and spurious religion alike; altruistically harnessing

  his maimed destitute; with your very own breath.

  God simply didn’t need anything; as his everlastingly Omniscient radiance; profoundly illuminated even the most remorsefully darkened arenas on the

  trajectory of this world,

  You could yet make him happy; by patriotically blazing ahead for your sacrosanct motherland; ubiquitously disseminating the mantra of perennial righteousness;

  to all those disdainfully withering in the web of; ghastly lies.

  God simply didn’t need anything; as his marvelously Omnipresent radiance; timelessly enlightened every cranny of this  gigantically enchanting earth; whether

  it be gruesomely debilitating night or the brilliantly sweltering day,

  You could yet make him happy; by wholeheartedly diffusing the humble ideals of priceless existence; to all his tyrannized molecules; groping in despondently

  ungainly wilderness.

  God simply didn’t need anything; as his invincibly supreme silhouette; irrefutably overshadowed the coagulated power on this Herculean Universe; like the sky handsomely overshadows the diminutive flies,

  You could yet make him happy; by indefatigably patronizing the religion of mankind to the most boundless parts of this spell binding Universe; and till the time you breathed your last breath.

  God simply didn’t need anything; as his resplendently Omnipotent form; perpetually ensured that the chapter of holistic life; astoundingly proliferated on this earth for times immemorial,

  You could yet make him happy; by selflessly lending your shoulder to all those agonizingly blind; transport them to the aisles of unshakable safety; and thereby igniting a smile back; in their impoverished lives.

  God simply didn’t need anything; as his fabulously impregnable contours blissfully marked the commencing of every new era; his ever bestowing palms were the

  very reason that countless living were still alive,

  You could yet make him happy; by eternally uniting with all his tumultuously bereaved tribes; celestially maneuvering them towards the corridors of unflinching

  success; wrapped forever in the waves of incomprehensible solidarity.

  God simply didn’t need anything; as his immortally undefeated persona relentlessly ensured; that unsurpassable new replaced every inevitably dying and dithering life,

  You could yet make him happy; by compassionately liberating the chords of your gorgeously throbbing heart; to shower upon all his miserably unfortunate children; the torrentially unending cloudshowers of love; love and only unbiased love.

 

  12. WAKE ME UP ONLY IF 

  Wake me up only if; the light of the Omnipotent Sun glimmered; with brilliantly untamed flamboyance outside,

  Wake me up only if; uninhibited torrents of impregnable love; pelted with indefatigable frenzy; from fathomless sky,

  Wake me up only if; all horrendously manipulative ugliness; metamorphosed into a planet of perpetually priceless mankind,

  Wake me up only if; heinous crime wholesomely ceased to exist on the trajectory of this planet; the innocuous were no more subjected to tyrannical malice,

  Wake me up only if; inexplicably traumatized agony; miraculously metamorphosed into a festoon of; charismatically jubilant smiles,

  Wake me up only if; the Moonbeams showered their pristine seduction upon the periphery of this bedraggled earth; without the slightest iota of adulterated prejudice,

  Wake me up only if; an unfathomable festoon of poignant roses; ubiquitously disseminated the scent of graciously voluptuous timelessness; to every cranny of

  this bountifully everlasting Universe,

  Wake me up only if; rhapsodic cisterns of spell binding wind; euphorically swiped all horrifically disgruntled gloom; perpetuated all lugubriously languid with the profound ebullience to lead life,

  Wake me up only if; majestic rivulets of oneness oozed harmoniously; handsomely blending with the eternal fabric of symbiotically supreme living kind,

  Wake me up only if; the soil outside ravishingly sprouted with the fruits of magical creation; the chapter of invincible existence; enchantingly proliferated at every space inundated with ominous grief,

  Wake me up only if; the stars radiantly twinkled in exuberantly princely unison; ingratiatingly placating the souls of one and all truculently bereaved; alike,

  Wake me up only if; marvelously titillating beauty unveiled on every step that I transgressed; making me entirely oblivious to the diabolical vagaries; of th
is savagely commercial planet,

  Wake me up only if; all morbidly sullen depression; scintillatingly transformed into a perennially bestowing entrenchment; of blissful smiles,

  Wake me up only if; rainbows of magnificently regale prosperity insatiably lingered on every contour of this colossal planet; enshrouding every element of disparagingly despairing existence with the rays of; gloriously ecstatic freedom,

  Wake me up only if; the irrefutably sacred spirit of perseverance; prevailed unflinchingly; across even the most laggard heart on this fathomless planet,

  Wake me up only if; the unequivocally unassailable mantra of truth reigned unshakably supreme; with the corpse of hideously nonchalant lies; disappearing

  forever into the mists of worthless nothingness,

  Wake me up only if; waves of unconquerably patriotic freedom   compassionately encircled the earth from all sides; with every organism profusely exercising its

  right of; tirelessly benign existence,

  Wake me up only if; all mercilessly satanic bloodshed refrains to happen forever; with every orphaned child amiably cuddling once again; in the lap of its sacrosanct mother,

  Wake me up only if; every entity listened to nothing else; but the impeccably beautiful voice of his; undefeatably pious conscience,

  Wake me up only if; a river of enthrallingly vibrant melody flowed outside my bedroom window; when every dawn greeted me wonderfully with the Omniscient scent of; ever pervading humanity,

  Wake me up only if; every passionately palpitating heart on this aristocratically fascinating Universe; bonded with threads of immortally unending love,

  Most importantly O! Almighty Lord; wake me up only if; you had the power to wake up my beloved from the realms of surreally ethereal heaven; so that we embarked upon our mission to wake up all those disastrously decaying; flooding our each night with so much love; that we always remained awake forever and ever and ever.

  13. THE ART WAS ALWAYS YOURS  

  The more stringently you tried to attempt it; the more abominably it ran away from you; eluding you like the wail of the surreptitiously wailing fox,

  The more austerely you searched for it; the more abhorrently it shirked you; cold bloodedly kicking you on your; intricately silken hindside,

  The more incorrigibly you wanted it; the more salaciously it whipped you; pugnaciously repelling you till realms beyond infinite infinity; to wander in a

  land of  worthless nothingness,

  The more indefatigably you chased it; the more viciously it stabbed you; sporadically appearing right before your eyes; but unfortunately never being only yours,

  The more intractably you tried to follow it; the more venomously did it fox you; rendering you gasping for breath and life; as you miserably staggered upon every

  step,

  The more intransigently you stared at it; the more manipulatively it got  more and more inconspicuous in size; literally blinding you to grope in a tunnel of gruesomely hapless darkness,

  The more forcefully you tried to evolve it; the more ludicrously it jeered you; making meaningless mockery of your charismatic persona; in front of the entire Universe outside,

  The more stubbornly you tried to assimilate it; the more smoothly it vanished from your impregnably clenched fists; handsomely soaring abreast the satiny clouds; while you spat angrily at your very own reflection,

  The more resolutely you tried to capture it; the more rebelliously it slapped you; as you pathetically swooned for times immemorial upon treacherously cold ground,

  The more greedily you tried to savor it; the more triumphantly it escaped from your mind for infinite more yet to come; leaving you to stagnate; in a ghastly corpse of remorseful morbidity,

  The more possessively you tried to embrace it; the more congenially it blended with every other entity on this fathomless planet; except your ardently yearning soul,

  The more obsessively you tried to chant it; the more heinously it slipped from the very center of your tongue; dumbing you perpetually; to bear the tyranny of the murderously savage world outside,

  The more irretrievably you tried to cherish it; the more it started to fade like an obsolete mirage from the whites of your eye; as you ridiculously ended up relinquishing the last iota of breath; for its priceless sake,

  The more fervently you tried to pray for it; the more it made sure that it would reside in another dwelling and not yours; submerging you forever in whirlpools

  of disastrously gory darkness,

  The more iteratively you tried to make it a fanatic part of your religion; the more it deserted you like the flames desert the crumbling matchstick; making sure that your entity coalesced only with raw dust,

  The more tirelessly you tried to conquer it; the more irascibly surreptitious it became; enticing you like a nubile princess beside its seductive grace; before eventually making you taste maliciously stinking pig skin on the obdurate ground,

  The more insanely you tried to make it an integral element of your breath; the more violently it shrugged your shivering visage; hatefully hurling you back to the very place; where you belonged before you were born,

  The more cleverly you tried to bond it with every of your lackadaisically penurious beats; the more it dolorously dulled even the most infinitesimal trace of energy in your chest; as you asked the Lord to condone you from; devastatingly penalizing death,

  It was unfortunately unlike other things in life; which when you tried the hardest for; would eventually and forever be yours,

  For all you had to do was uninhibitedly open the chords of your mind; heart and soul; breathe naturally in symbiotic conjunction with God’s bountiful Universe; and Lo! Behold; the greatest artist poured out from your beautiful countenance; and the art that had always beguiled you previously; was now and timelessly; always yours.

   

   

  14. A HUMBLE PRAYER-BLESS ME 

  Bless me with the strength to plough through undulating stretches of fecund land,

  Bless me with the agility to clamber up serrated skin of tall pine tree,

  Bless me with the profound courage to encounter nefarious criminals head on,

  Bless me with the ability to discriminate between the sacrosanct and horrendously  bad,

  Bless  me with  the nostalgia to reminiscence blissful anecdotes of past and; unveiling future,

  Bless me with the prowess of eloquent speech; for communication with the society,

  Bless me with the capacity of rescuing urchins trembling in the arms of fast approaching death,

  Bless me with belligerent qualities of becoming a true warrior for my revered nation,

  Bless me with a keen eyesight to help a plethora of citizens traversing the roads; with strips of black on their eyes,

  Bless me with extravagant bulge of body muscle; to stand as a rock between

  the victimized and lecherous,

  Bless me with the stupendous power to stay awake at night; facilitating me to cover all those shivering with a woolen quilt,

  Bless me with bountiful opulence; instigating me to feed famished masses with

  twin meals of rice,

  Bless me with a celestial smile; pacifying hordes of people in times of disastrous

  calamity,

  Bless me with a chivalrous disposition; making it easier for me to part with

  my possessions,

  Bless me with a down to earth attitude; rendering me versatile to empathize with a myriad of penurious masses,

  Bless me with the power to walk barefoot in the blistering heat; donating my leather boots to those struck with leprosy,

  Bless me with an intricate mind deciphering enigmas ; chalking out philanthropic policies for traumatized prisoners,

  Bless me with the dexterity to commence my day with a plain glass of water; relinquishing appetizing meals served on silver,

  Bless me with truck loads of unprejudiced love; imparting it to all those

  who indispensably need it, r />
  Bless me with the energy to innovate and create; showering a battalion of contemporary comfort on my impoverished counterparts,

  Bless me with the art of holding back my effusive tears; instead  offering tumultuous comfort to the bereaved,

  Over and above all O! LORD bless me with the power to sustain life; succeeding in my endeavor to make planet earth a better place to live. 

 

  15. THE KING OF POETRY