1 God – Poems on God , Creator – volume 4

  When I spoke to those orphaned on the streets; my tone was sympathetic and comforting; earnestly wishing them all the prosperity that ever hung in the air,

  When I spoke to the washerman; my tone was as slippery as soap; as I gave him crisp orders to annihilate the last bit of dirt adhering to my shirt,

  When I spoke to the man-working deep in the mines; my tone was in the form of a reverberating echo; trying to blast into his ears the same tunes he was used to; all day and night,

  When I spoke to the wildly screeching mad man; my tone was sonorous and domineering; trying to pacify all the false apprehensions; taking their toll unnecessarily on his life,

  When I spoke to the dog loitering aimlessly on the streets; my tone was a hoarse bark; trying to communicate with him better; in the only language he imbibed and understood,

  When I spoke to my beloved; my tone was bubbling with passion and unprecedented exhilaration; as I tried to ignite the flames of my romance; with infinite times the intensity into her persona,

  When I spoke to my mother; my tone resembled the boisterous chimpanzee; totally relieved of mundane and worldly tensions,

  But when I tried to speak to God; there erupted no tone of mine at all; I stood transfixed and wholesomely mute in front of his divine demeanor; with my head bent in meek obeisance; and my soul drowned in the melody of his omnipotent tone forever.

 

  29. IS THERE ANY POINT 

  Is there any point in growing grass which Is black; when we know that the blades sprouting from soil are always parrot green,

  Is there any point in trying to move the colossal mountain barehanded; when we

  know its unlikely to budge a single inch,

  Is there any point in preventing the scalp hair from growing; when we know that they are inevitably going to crop up despite the most intractable of resistance,

  Is there any point in trying to walk upside down; when we know that the aching

  feet will take over in a short time,

  Is there any point in trying to drive the car on mineral water; when we know that all it requires is golden gasoline,

  Is there any point in trying to embed the sun forever in the sky; when we know that nightfall is stealthily encroaching,

  Is there any point in trying to grow an odorless rose; when we know that the

  petals have always emanated a mesmerizing aroma,

  Is there any point in trying to emboss script on paper with a stick of raw stone; when we know that its impossible to write without a pen,

  Is there any point in trying to swim against ferocious waves of the ocean; when we know they will fling us violently on the sandy shores,

  Is there any point shouting vociferously in the underground dungeons; when we

  know the echoes would remain confined to the stolid walls,

  Is there any point in trying to remain always young; when we know that the

  curse of old age prevails ubiquitously,

  Is there any point in fighting the ominous crocodile bereft of a weapon; when we know the beast would snap us into minuscule fragments with its gigantic teeth,

  Is there ant point trying to remain dry in the pelting rain; when we know that

  the water would inexorably drench us from head to toe,

  Is there any point in preventing the gutters from emanating a fetid smell;

  when we know they are impregnated with the most obnoxious of sewage,

  Is there any point trying to fly a kite in an ambience divested of air; when we know that it would miserably flounder to hoist from the ground,

  Is there any point in trying to trying to extract milk from a hostile vulture; when we know that it is indeed the sacrosanct cow which delivers the same,

  Is there any point in trying to stand on naked electricity and yet wishing to stay alive; when we know that it would definitely cause instant electrocution,

  Is there any point in transgressing the scorching deserts on a handsome horse; when we know that the only animal which can survive is the hunch backed camel,

  Is there any point in trying to deprive ourselves of eternal love; when we know that our heart throbs rampantly witnessing the person we love,

  Is there any point in trying to resist death; when we know that it is as essential as living a hundred years,

  And is there any point challenging the Almighty; when we know he reigns supreme over all technology man has imagined; or he can ever try and create. 

 

  30. AFTER DEATH 

  There was a time when I emitted my first cry; with my mother hoisting

  me high in the air,

  Now I lay on the forlorn ground unattended; with scores of black cockroach

  crawling over my face.

  There was a time when my flesh was as rubicund as the crimson rose; with innocuous saliva dribbling from my mouth,

  Now I resembled a disheveled heap; with a fleet of pugnacious vultures hovering above my head.

  There was a time when I rambunctiously played with an ensemble of contemporary

  toys; my elders pampering me with crusts of creamy chocolate,

  Now people passing viewed me with dismay and utter repulsion; inadvertently showering rotten leftovers of food over my face.

  There was a time when I used to voraciously scribble infinite lines of literature; profoundly absorbed in composing verse every day,

  Now I was strewn on the tarmac like a decayed parchment; having relinquished

  all my power of envisage and perceive.

  There was a time when I used to dress in ostentatious clothing; overwhelmed to

  gyrate to the tunes of blaring music,

  Now I wasn’t even able to hear the slightest of sound; the tiniest of movement; with a blur of darkness camouflaging my eyes.

  There was a time when I sporadically laughed and cried; easily provoked by the

  most impeccable of joke,

  Now the blood seemed to have frozen in my veins; and the contours of my face

  had gone completely lifeless.

  There was a time when I used to hold the impregnable hands of my mother; to

  cross the busy traffic lanes,

  Now a fleet of bulky vehicles ran over my body; and I didn’t shed even a solitary tear.

  There was a time I had insatiable craving for exquisite food; irrevocably longed for fried steak all day,

  Now the buds of taste had shriveled on my tongue; and I had been without water

  for several days.

  There was a time when my blood was incessantly boiling in my veins; with the

  boisterousness of youth prompting me to execute irascible decisions,

  Now a series of bones protruded from my wrinkled skin; and It was impossible

  for me to raise my hands to drive away the most insipid of buzzing flies.

  There was a time when I spent each day of my life incorrigibly loving my beloved; spending marathon hours in the day nostalgically reviving our initial romance days,

  And now I lay listless and languid on the earth; having thoroughly abnegated

  worldly pleasures; waiting for the creator to grant me heaven or hell; after my death.

 

 

  31. I COULDN’T BEAR TO SEE 

  I couldn’t bear to see innocuous children being brutally tormented; orphans being whipped mercilessly by uncouth society,

 

  I couldn’t bear to see the crystalline sea waters being polluted by tones of barbaric oil; fishes and the vivacious aquatic life dying as an aftermath,

  I couldn’t bear to see burglars dexterously ripping wallets of the impeccable pedestrians; indiscriminately marauding the historical heritage of the country,

  I couldn’t bear to see stray dogs shivering incessantly in chilly currents of wind; occasionally meeting their ends colliding with swanky cars,

  I couldn’t bear to see hysterical wailing of the lunatics; the mental delirium they were in; for no fault of theirs,

/>   I couldn’t bear to see mangled debris scattered incoherently after the car crash; the lifeless bodies being extricated from the interiors,

  I couldn’t bear to see the old and severely crippled being ridiculed at; the ostentatious society making a blatant travesty of the blind,

  I couldn’t bear to see bedraggled urchins sleeping on the stony ground; while the handsomely opulent stashed their heads beneath quilts of fur and embroidered satin,

  I couldn’t bear to see robust birds soaring merrily in the sky plummeting towards the soil; as hunters shot pugnacious arrows in their wings,

  I couldn’t bear to see irate mobs incinerating people alive; rampant communalism spreading its deleterious roots far and wide,

  I couldn’t bear to see turbulent earthquakes reverberating the city; leading to the inevitable collapse of high rise buildings,

  I couldn’t bear to see arid patches of land with the sun blazing to full tenacity; scores of people strewn like dilapidated debris; profoundly deprived of cool water,

  I couldn’t bear to see children being made to work; slave for inhuman individuals; who rebuked them worse than animals,

  I couldn’t bear to see lush green blades of grass transiting to a pallid brown; clusters of fruit and leaf withering from the tree,

  I couldn’t bear to see nuclear missiles decimating blissful townships; the common man made an unsuspecting victim in the power play of politicians,

  I couldn’t bear to see soldiers succumbing to a ghastly death in war; in valiant attempts to save their motherland,

  I couldn’t bear to see the illiterate drinking contaminated water; contracting a

  plethora of lethal disease as a manifestation,

  I couldn’t bear to see lifeless bodies lying in a heap unattended; with the siblings portraying nonchalance of spending money to cremate them,

  I couldn’t bear to see a single droplet of blood oozing from the body; the slightest of tribulation and anguish that one could face,

  So it is my fervent plea to you O! omnipotent Almighty; to either impregnate in me the courage to witness sorrow; or besiege me in your magnanimous arms; where I can view nothing but immortal love.

 

  32. COLLISIONS  

  When smoke grey clouds in the cosmos collided with each other,

  there were monstrous reverberations of brutal thunder; succeeded by rain showers of inclement rain.

  When rustically adorned leaves of the tree collided with each other,

  the atmosphere was engulfed with enchanting melody; at the outbreak of dawn.

  When saline waves of the ocean collided with each other,

  there was Herculean amount of white spray that diffused with vibrant tenacity.

  When chrome tipped utensils in the kitchen collided with each other,

  there were discordant sounds that unrelentingly pierced; sensitive arenas of eardrum.

  When sedans traversing at whirlwind speeds collided with each other,

  the aftermath rendered their princely silhouette to threadbare distortions of junk.

  When the rays of "Sun God" collided with cloistered earth,

  the darkness was thoroughly illuminated with beams of perpetual light.

  When hands bereft of jewellery collided with each other,

  crisp noises of triumph echoed through corridors of nonchalant doom.

  When puffs of disdainful smoke collided with pelting showers of water,

  traces of obnoxious dirt got annihilated in the fury of rain.

  When immaculate globules of fresh milk collided with child lips,

  obstreperous cries of the infant were instantly pacified; as he succumbed to the delights of invincible sleep.

  When blatant lies collided with impeccable anecdotes of honesty,

  the sacrosanct aura of truth devoured every bit of malpractice; radiating vociferously with a perennial shine.

  When fleet footed mongoose collided with the venomous snake,

  the innocuous creature registered a swashbuckling victory over its deadly counterpart.

  When exorbitant hatred collided with a mountain of love,

  the harmony in compassion transformed it into a philanthropic entity.

  And when the nefarious devil collided with the omniscient persona of GodHead,

  he lay massacred in realms of parasitic hell

  33. A PLACE IN HEAVEN

  I was a handsome youth once,

  full of robust energy, always on the prowl,

  kicking stone, disheveled weeds in my path,

  racing in my automobile at whirlwind speed,

  climbing steep corrugated rock with nonchalant ease,

  swimming against turbulent currents of sea water,

  dancing wildly to high bass tunes of rock music,

  consuming rich liquor extracts from large cans of

  beer,

  screamed extravagantly at the slightest provocation,

  was ready to leap down the valley, for the person I loved.

  The advancing years painstakingly crept in,

  black sheath of hair transformed to grizzly white,

  bone mass shrunk beneath tunnels of skin,

  teeth enamel lost its sheen, left gaping holes for all to see,

  eyeballs sunk in their sockets with cloud formations of cataract,

  scalp hair receded to a paltry few with fragile connections to skull,

  walking stick now replaced swords used to decimate rabbit skin,

  shoulder assembly drooped with wrongdoings of past decades,

  a feeling of horrifying dread descended on me,

  I had cellars full of gold and currency note,

  towering marble palaces, fertile acres of land,

  the time to quit this earth was fast approaching,

  my thin skinned skeleton would blend with granules of mud,

  the chambers of wealth held meager significance,

  it was a plethora of humble deeds, that would prove to be a prerequisite,

  to ensure me a place in the satiny walls of heaven.

  34. DON’T MAKE ME

  Don’t make me taller than the clouds; protruding my head above realms of infinite infinity,

  That I became oblivious to my fellow compatriots on earth; had to bend beyond limits of  comprehension; to walk abreast their benevolent countenances.

  Don’t make me fairer than white ice; with an unfathomably glorious aura radiating profusely from my flesh,

  That I miserably dwindled to recognize those with the slightest tinge of black around me; shrugged my nose in disdain towards the realistic forms of humanity.

  Don’t make me more ferocious than the fires swirling towards the cosmos; charring everything in tangible atmosphere to inconspicuous bits of threadbare ash,

  That I ruthlessly swept past my comrades in inexplicable pain; uncouthly forgot to commiserate with even those; who were solely instrumental for my existence.

  Don’t make me more mystical than the chapter of existence; entrenched by waves

  of stupendously alluring enigma,

  That I didn’t understand the hearts of innocent children; overruling them with my torrential downpour of intriguing intricacies.

  Don’t make me more invincible than the divine; instilling in me the unprecedented power of conquering every iota of this fathomless planet,

  That I started to condemn those frolicking in the lap of their mothers; the very celestial shrine of sacrosanct essence; wherein I had spent my entire childhood.

  Don’t make me more prudent than the Sun; possessing even the most infinitesimal bit of knowledge loitering on this planet,

  That I basked in the overwhelming glory of my memory; feeling it worthless to disseminate the same to my fellow mates in profound despair.

  Don’t make me more cool than gargantuan avalanches of snow; inundating my soul with a mountain of gratifying peace,

  That I was simply unable to comprehend the whirlwind of insurmountable agony besieging my lov
ed ones; thoroughly nonplussed by the tragic disasters which

  unleashed; right before my eyes.