1 God – Poems on God , Creator – volume 1

  They unstoppably tried to win his heart; meaninglessly appease him by laying all the currency note in this world at his infallible feet; after cadaverously burying their hands and feet an infinite feet into innocuous feelings and blood,

  They irrevocably tried to win his heart; thoughtlessly appease him by laying all the milk in this world at his sacrosanct feet; after hideously extracting each droplet; from the belly of the holistic cow,

  They unceasingly tried to win his heart; wantonly appease him by laying all screaming prostitutes in this world at his eternal feet; after satanically disrobing them right infront of their mother's; sisters and aunts,

  They unrelentingly tried to win his heart; sanctimoniously appease him by laying all robust trees in this world at his Omnipresent feet; after brutally slaining the same; with their swords of diabolical hate,

  They insatiably tried to win his heart; senselessly appease him by laying all children skulls in this world at his bountiful feet; after hedonistically disassociating them

  from jubilantly mischievous neck,

  They endlessly tried to win his heart; idiosyncratically appease him by laying all the dreams of this world at his unparalleled feet; after asphyxiating the last ounce of fantasy from every brain; as they subjected it to cold-blooded betrayal,

  They inexhaustibly tried to win his heart; inveterately appease him by laying each dwelling of this world at this royal feet; after ruthlessly divesting every harmonious organism of a roof over its head,

  They unlimitedly tried to win his heart; spinelessly appease him by laying every conceivable epitome of this world at his inimitable feet; after monstrously bombarding and beheading immaculately towering mountains of snow,

  They perennially tried to win his heart; nonsensically appease him by laying every droplet of water in this world at his ever-pervading feet; after venomously evaporating the lap of mother nature; of all its quintessential moisture and oils,

  They inexorably tried to win his heart; fecklessly appease him by laying every source of sight in this world at his unconquerable feet; after insanely ripping apart eyeballs from countless untainted twinkling faces; in the name of religious sacrifice,

  They irretrievably tried to win his heart; purposelessly appease him by laying every covering of silken skin in this world at his Omnipotent feet; after cannibalistically knifing through unsuspectingly infantile; raw bone; flesh and blood,

  They continuously tried to win his heart; mindlessly appease him by laying each morsel of food in this world at his blessed feet; after wantonly forcing every mouth to vomit whatever existed in the intestine; since the very first cry of birth,

  They intransigently tried to win his heart; bawdily appease him by laying every color of this world at his venerated feet; after disastrously decimating the very roots of happiness from every replenished and gifted form of life,

  They implacably tried to win his heart; amorphously appease him by laying every piece of cloth in this world at his Omniscient feet; after sacrilegiously disrobing infinite organism of their intrinsic integrity and pride,

 

  They timelessly tried to win his heart; wrongly appease him by laying every feminine  scalp in this world at his everlasting feet; after blasphemously murdering the girl child right in the mother's womb,

  They undyingly tried to win his heart; insensitively appease him by laying every bit of sunshine that fell on the world at his undefeated feet; after viciously submerging every perceivable quarter of earth; into a corpse of manipulatively victimizing blackness,

  Yet. Simply no avail. As they all were eventually dragged to the land of inconsolably wailing hell; where they were made to pay an infinite times more; for each of their wickedly executed and indescribably dastardly sins,

  Whilst the Omnipotent Creator wrote paradise for the newborn child even as it emanated its very first breath; as it spread its uninhibitedly miraculous palms to embrace all; irrespective of any religion; caste; creed or kind; into its unconquerable heaven of magically immortal love-Thereby apprizing infinite of its predecessors that the only way to attain God in totality was not "Blood and Sinful Sacrifice" but "Immortal Love".

   

  44. DON'T EXPECT FROM HUMAN BEINGS.

   

  Sing with them; wholesomely blending even the most insouciant of your innermost tunes; with the ecstatically mesmerizing melody of their lives,

  Dance with them; matching the untamed exhilaration in their bones; step for step and with the most unabashed of fervor; under the inscrutably majestic beams of the midnight moon,

  Eat with them; deriving unsurpassable gratification in the fact; that replenishing morsels of food were being symbiotically shared from the same plate; with the fingers occasionally intertwining with each other,

  Adventure with them; intransigently weaving through the most eccentrically twisted and unexplored pathways; which spell-bindingly portrayed the glorious uncertainties of the chapter called life,

  Shake hands with them; uninhibitedly letting even the most infinitesimal folds of the compassionate palm; unite in a sky of eternally invincible friendship,

  Worship with them; prostrating before every form of temple; mosque; church or monastery; in unfathomably profound admiration of the Lord; in an infinite of his forms,

  Defend with them; standing unflinchingly and fearless under the most blistering of Sun; unitedly protecting your sacrosanct motherland; against the most

  indescribably vindictive of attack,

  Sermonize with them; disseminating the essence of several learning incidences in your life to the oppressed and depressed masses; fearlessly voicing the righteously befriending tunes of your soul,

  March with them; perennially ensuring that each of your united steps; led solely towards the enrichment and magnificent fulfillment of every fraternity; of

  God's priceless living kind,

  Sleep with them; beautifully surpassing even the most sacrilegious ruthlessness of the night; in the comfort of their ardently comforting breath,

  Fantasize with them; unveiling even the most obfuscated arenas of your brain; to the fathomless paradise of beauty prevalent in every ingredient of air around you; and the victorious puff of breath entering your lungs,

  Admire with them; insatiably appreciating the unlimited bountifulness of God's creation; which eclectically spawned in even the most invisible particle of soil; as well as the gigantic skies,

  Frolic with them; mischievously flirting and clambering up the freshly rain soaked hills; blissfully transiting back into those magical memories of pristine childhood,

  Win with them; forever trouncing even the most infidel insinuation of the devil from every cranny of this boundless earth; with the scepter of impregnable truth; inherently ingrained in your blood,

  Romance with them; letting each wondrously passionate beat of your heart entwine with theirs; in a garland of unimpeachably redolent oneness,

  Sketch with them; capturing even the most oblivious shades of venerated mother nature; depicting her unparalleled glory and virility; thereby giving true meaning to your sheets of barren nothingness,

  Deliberate with them; endlessly arguing on myriad issues and elements of unlimited living kind; trying to reach to the most efficacious consensus; which brought about the most fructifying upheaval of all deprived,

  Marry with them; celestially interlocking even the most ephemeral aspect of your existence with theirs; to royally give birth to an infinite more of your noble kind,

  And do whatever you wanted to; but if ever you wanted to expect anything; then don't expect from them –the 'Human Being'; for that always had the possibility of shattering your heart into a countless irretrievable gory pieces-instead for this and to guaranteedly fulfill your every desire; just turn to the Creator of All—

  The Omnipotent Creator Divine .

  45. WITHOUT LIFE 

  Without him I was indeed a Sun; but without my fiery set of flamboyant rays,

  Without him I was
indeed a tree; but without my entire conglomerate of green leaves and resplendent petals,

  Without him I was indeed a panther; but without my ferociously deafening roar,

  Without him I was indeed a mammoth book; but without my grandiloquent set

  of alphabets and words,

  Without him I was indeed a fire; but without my dynamically sizzling repertoire of golden flames,

  Without him I was indeed a lock; but without my power and invincible grace to protect the blissful dwelling,

  Without him I was indeed a mountain; but without my handsome summit; which once upon a time used to tower handsomely towards the open sky,

  Without him I was indeed a bar of chocolate; but without my sweetness and delectable charisma; rotting fetidly in an obsolete heap,

  Without him I was indeed a pair of rubicund lips; but without my voluptuously seductive and congenial smiles,

  Without him I was indeed an ocean; but without my flurry of ravishingly mesmerizing and supremely salty waves,

  Without him I was indeed a cloud; but without my globules of life yielding and sparkling rain,

  Without him I was indeed a house; but without my inevitable network of fortified doors and transparent windows,

  Without him I was indeed a rose; but without my stupendously alluring perfume and Kingly redolence which I used to waft every second across this boundless Universe,

  Without him I was indeed a car; but without my steering wheel; maneuvering wildly towards the valley of death as each moment unfurled by,

  Without him I was indeed a butterfly; but without my hinges of opalescent wings; lying dilapidated in a remote heap; well cloistered away from blatant sight,

  Without him I was indeed a desert; but without my glistening fleet of unsurpassable sands and the long line of ambling camels; which used to mark my existence,

  Without him I was indeed a road; but without any direction; slithering helplessly on the ground; trying to search for my mooring under the devil's breath,

  Without him I was indeed a diamond; but without my scintillating radiance

  and tenaciously omnipotent shine,

  Without him I was indeed a mouth; but without my speech and decaying in mute oblivion for the remainder of my tyrannized life,

  Without him I was indeed an eye; but without my tears; staring lifelessly and for times greater than eternity into satanic space,

  Without him I was indeed a stone; but without my ability to produce thunderous noise,

  Without him I was indeed a clown; but without any ability to make people leap in ecstatic melody and leap,

  Without him I was indeed a sleep; but without my dreams and unprecedented

  realms of tantalizing fantasy,

  Without him I was indeed a palm; but without my battalion of profoundly embossed and divinely destiny lines,

  Without him I was indeed a heart; but without my overwhelming reservoir

  of passionately palpitating beats,

  Without him I was indeed a soul; but without my conscience or knowing the slightest about the spirit of my existence, 

  And without God I was simply a Man; who although appeared to be normally breathing on the streets; but was irrefutably shivering and without life .

  46. GOD AND THE DEVIL 

   

  God was the colossal hive of sweet honey; while the minuscule bits of impurity in it was the gruesome devil,

  God was the insurmountably ravishing eye; while the small traces of blindness in it was the ghastly devil,

  God was the boundless ocean; while the adulterated bits of oil entrapped in it was the horrendous devil,

  God was the fathomless river of crimson blood circulating in the body; while the disdainful infection lingering in it was the obnoxious devil,

  God was the holistically glistening sweat oozing from the armpits; while the ostentatious wisps of scent spuriously emanating from it was the satanic devil,

  God was the magnanimously foliated tree; while the parasites sucking its succulent juice was the nefarious devil,

  God was the crystalline expanse of sapphire blue skies; while the vicious streaks of tumultuous lightening was the salacious devil,

  God was the immaculate cluster of eggs splendidly sandwiched in the delectable nest; while the snake ready to gobble it surreptitiously was the barbaric devil,

  God was the brilliantly tenacious light; while the envelop of perpetual darkness was the hideous devil,

  God was the magnificently enchanting and redolent lotus; while the disastrously withering leaves was the heinous devil,

  God was the voluptuous sheath of silken black hair; while the abhorrent globules of white dandruff loitering aimlessly within was the perilous demon,

  God was the rejuvenating freshness that encompassed every tangible entity in entirety; while the sporadic bouts of laziness that invidiously crept in at times;

  was the deplorable devil,

  God was the impeccable body of pearly white Moon; while the transient coat of clouds that pertinently kept obscuring it was the abominable devil,

  God was anecdotes of astoundingly conjuring magic; while the moment it abruptly disappeared was the pernicious devil,

  God was the satiny carpet of incomprehensibly large desert sands; while the scorching pangs of thirst generated within was the ominous devil,

  God was the unrelenting string of wonderfully Omnipotent thoughts; while those few instants of raunchy perception was the sinister devil,

  God was astronomical fortitude and sagacious character; while the stinking tale of blatant lies was the deplorable devil,

  God was all the philanthropic humanity which immortally existed; while the sanctimonious religion it was bifurcated into was the despicable devil,

  God was the harmoniously pouring out blissful sleep; while the abashing abuse scattered stingily in it was the savage devil,

  And God was enigmatically beautiful life palpitating turbulently every minute; while the wickedly wandering mind inching towards unprecedented disaster; was the

  diabolical devil .

   

  47. THERE WAS NO MAN BORN PERFECT 

   

  There is no tree born on this earth which does not shed its leaves; remains inundated with complete foliage even in austere autumn and tumultuous storm,

  There is no pond born on this earth which does not evaporate a trifle during blistering summer; swells towards the summit of the clouds even under fiery

  rays of the Sun,

  There is no road born on this earth which does not get sordid as vehicles pass by; regains its sparkling and virgin complexion even as truck loads of dust traverses in disdain,

  There is no flower born on this earth which does not wither; blossoms perennially even in rampant massacre and thunderous rain,

  There is no muscle born on this earth which does not dwindle; remains as bulging as the colossal mountain even as perilous and old age crept in,

  There is no sound born on this earth which keeps on reverberating for decades on the trot; does not lower its decibel and intensity even an iota after emanating from the mouth,

  There is no bird born on this earth which keeps on soaring incessantly in the air; without showing any signs of plummeting towards the ground; drifting off to blissful sleep,

  There is no eye born on this earth which does not effusively cry; remains as stoical as white ice even in bizarre affliction and inexplicable distress,

  There is no cheek born on this earth which does not blush; remains as morbid as the dead corpse even when voraciously tickled by the person whom it passionately loved,

  There is no fist born on this earth which incessantly keeps punching to win mighty battles that came its way; remains as hard as obdurate stone even when viciously attacked by a battalion of bombs and acerbic sword,

  There is no star born on this earth which keeps on shimmering even in dazzling daylight; tries to conquer even against the most blistering ray of the Sun,


  There is no lip born on this earth which does not purse; remains as horrendous as sooty charcoal even when kissed blazingly by the person of its dreams,

  There is no soil born on this earth which keeps on producing fathomless clusters of tantalizing fruit; doesn’t succumb like infinite others in its fraternity to the

  onslaught of uncouth drought,

  There is no mouth born on this earth which does not yawn; keeps locked as tight as the prison door as each day unveils itself into chilly night,

  There is no dog born on this earth which does not wag its bushy tail; remains dumb and impassive even after sighting its master,

  There is no mosquito born on this earth which does not sting; rests as harmoniously as the immaculate angel even when surrounded by bodies of robust flesh and

  rubicund demeanor,