Even before I could feel hungry; he had already decided the food I would consume; the morsels of sumptuous fruit I would masticate in relish in order to appease my gluttony,
Even before I could contemplate time; he had already decided the hour which I would blissfully sleep; the hour which I would be as awake as the vivaciously
chirping bird,
Even before I could lift color; he had already decided the exquisite shapes I would embody on the canvas; capturing the spell binding beauty of the gargantuan
gorge with the rustic strokes of my bushy paint brush,
Even before I could raise my hands to fight; he had already decided the unsurpassable territories that I would conquer; the number of diabolical demons which I would trample with the Herculean strength circulating in my arms,
Even before I could strain my ears; he had already decided the sounds I would hear; the infinitesimal voices of tinkling feet that would flood my soul with unprecedented happiness,
Even before I could love; he had already decided the girl whom I was going to marry; the woman who would make my life; in all respects solid and blissfully complete,
Even before I could pray; he had already decided the wishes I would ask for; the things I desired to fervently posses by my bedside,
Even before I could start to work; he had already decided the color of my sweat; the amount of effort I would have to put in; in order to metamorphose all my
dreams into veritable reality,
Even before I commenced from my dwelling; he had already decided the places I would frequent; the roads I would transgress in the course of my adventurous expedition,
Even before I could admire my reflection; he had already decided the supremely dainty contours of my face; the perfect physiognomy that a human could ever
have been endowed with,
Even before I could take my last breath; he had already decided the space in heaven which I would occupy; the balance and equilibrium of all the good and bad that I had committed on this earth,
And even before I could take birth; he had already decided the number of breaths I would take in this life; the actual and exact path it would take; the real route of my destiny.
13. MAKE ME ONE OF YOUR DISCIPLE
If you were the redolent rose; shooting delectably from ravishing crusts of brown soil,
Then please bestow upon me your scent; flooding the most intricate of my senses with your stupendous fragrance.
If you were the colossal sky; profusely embedded with a cocoon of magnificently silken clouds,
Then please shower upon me droplets of enchanting rain; drenching my persona wholesomely with tantalizing globules of fresh water.
If you were the gigantic tree; prolifically impregnated with succulently delicious cherries and a cluster of salubrious fruit,
Then please drop a berry or two in my lap; making me relish the unsurpassably mesmerizing taste of mother nature.
If you were the mountain; completely engulfed by a blanket of incredulously white and crystalline snow,
Then please melt upon me your stream of sparkling liquid; profoundly titillating every pore of my frigid and lackluster skin.
If you were the celestial body of flaming Sun; blazing in flamboyant fervor all throughout the blistering day,
Then please besiege me with your festoon of fiery rays; generating waves of euphoric passion in my dreary demeanor.
If you were the resplendent battalion of marvelously shimmering stars; scattered in immortal harmony on the map of the boundless cosmos,
Then please allure me in the beam of your unending charm; the inscrutable enigma in your poignant shine.
If you were a mammoth elephant; having invincible fortitude embodied in your tusks and legs,
Then please impart me with a little skill to defend myself; sharing just few secrets of your mind boggling strength.
If you were the sacrosanct cow; being worshipped ubiquitously for your incomprehensible prowess to bless mankind,
Then please give me a few droplets of your holy milk; supremely rejuvenate my every morning with the adorable river of your pious energy.
If you were an astute Businessman; cunningly manipulating every move in the industry; stashing your warehouses with exorbitant wealth and unparalleled affluence,
Then please elucidate me with some tricks of your trade; giving me a chance to fight for my survival in this ruthlessly selfish world.
If you were the sweltering sands of golden desert; harboring billions of tons of
sand and vivacious cactus,
Then please impart me with minuscule fractions of your tumultuously compassionate heat; to illuminate and enlighten my gruesomely frozen night.
If you were the royally oligarchic castle; harboring infinite numbers of supremely majestic rooms,
Then please give me some space to live however minuscule; to sequester my head from the tyranny of the satanic devil; the bitterness of the gorgeously voluptuous night.
If you were the frozen slab of benevolent ice; dribbling painstakingly as the afternoon augmented its pace,
Then please tell a chunk of yours to be my pillow; when I was struck disastrously by the brunt of disastrous drought.
If you were the melodious nightingale perched blissfully on the hills; captivating the hearts of all ages with your seductive voice,
Then please recite to me just one of your tunes; flooding my life and soul with unprecedented happiness.
If you were the ocean with vivaciously swirling waves; rising and falling incessantly before clashing against the rugged chain of cold rocks,
Then please splash a trifle on my obscurely tiny window; evoking fathomless tremors of sheer exultation to creep up poignantly down my spine.
If you were a girl with hazel shades of eye; an unprejudiced heart throbbing violently in your impeccable chest; a desire to audaciously fight against whatever odds that confronted you in your path,
Then please spare a moment of yours in my life; making me feel that I had good friend to lean upon.
If you were a mother who loved her child immensely; unrelentingly devoting every unfurling minute of yours in harnessing his innocuous blood and flesh,
Then please take me in your lap just once; teach me how to discerningly discriminate between all the good and ominously bad.
And if you were Almighty God; diffusing your omnipotent aura in every little cranny of this Universe; holding it upright on the nail tip of your tiny finger,
Then please make me one of your disciple out of the countless already existing; give me the power to fight every hurdle; embody in me the tenacity to lead life; and over and above all bestow upon me the philanthropic ability to serve all mankind.
14. WHEN I TOUCHED YOUR OMNIPRESENT FEET
When I shook hands with your Omnipotent grace; I felt as if I had shaken hands with the entire world,
When I ran with you on the shimmering sea shores; I felt as if I had run in harmony with the entire world,
When I conversed with you sitting on the opalescent cushion of velvety stars; I felt as if I had conversed with the entire world,
When I played hide and seek with you amidst the pugnacious body of fulminating Sun and black clouds; I felt as if I had played with the entire world,
When I ate food with you perched delectably on the sprawling tree leaf; I felt as if I had eaten food with the entire world,
When I wrote a letter to you profoundly lost in an ocean of surreal fantasy; I felt as if written letters to the entire world,
When I eloped with you after midnight to admire flamboyant fish swimming in the resplendent stream; I felt as if I had eloped with the entire world,
When I gallivanted on the horse with you at enchanting dawn; I felt as if I had gallivanted freely with the entire world,
When I whispered mysteriously in your omniscient ears; I felt as if I had whispered in th
e ears of the entire world,
When I smiled at your supremely sacrosanct visage; I felt as if I had smiled at the entire world,
When I admired your magnificently royal demeanor; I felt as if had admired the demeanor of the entire world,
When I sketched your unfathomably fabulous aura; I felt as if I had sketched the entire world,
When I relished your immortal caress over my serenely closed eyelids; I felt as if had relished the caress of the entire world,
When I stared unrelentingly at your spell binding countenance; I felt as if I had stared at the entire world,
When I inundated your towering body with festoons of roses and reinvigorating scent; I felt as if I had inundated the entire world,
When I sat for indefatigable number of hours in the presence of your revered company; I felt as if I had sat placidly with the entire world,
When I slept in the entrenchment of your stupendously alluring and sacred shadow; I felt as if I had slept in blissful synchrony with the entire world,
When I stood like an invincible fortress by your divinely form; audaciously prepared to take away any evil upon my miniscule stature before it tried to creep towards your Godly form; I felt as if I had stood ground for the entire world,
When I perceived your ingratiatingly boundless form incessantly in the top most compartments of my mind; I felt as if I had conceived each and every entity
existing in the entire world,
When I cried uncontrollably as you abruptly disappeared without the slightest of intimation; I felt as if I had cried for the entire world,
When I left my destiny wholesomely in your palms; I felt as if I had left the destiny of the entire world,
And when I touched your omnipresent feet; kissing your divine toes for being blessed upon with the unflinching prowess to fight life; I felt as if I had touched the feet of the entire world; the entire and colossal Universe.
15. EVEN IF I HAD TO DIE EVERY MOMENT
Even if I had to cry tears of savage blood; with hysterical agony pouring turbulently from my cheeks,
Even if I had to chew biscuits of obdurate steel; ripping my teeth apart into infinite pieces,
Even if I had to trespass on a blanket of acrimonious thorns; with the uncouth needles piercing brutally through my supple feet,
Even if I had to speak indefatigably without the slightest of rest; harbor an armory of satanic blisters on my rubicund tongue,
Even if I had to hear the most abashing of abuse; had to tolerate the most tumultuously screeching sound,
Even if I had to perceive the most horrendously ghastliest of dreams; wail inexorably all throughout the night in the agony of my ghoulish conceptions,
Even if I had to pound my fists against the Herculean mountain; disintegrating my tender bones into fathomless small bits,
Even if I had to count all the stars in the cosmos every night; with the slightest error of mine leading to ruthless crucification of my blissful entity,
Even if I had to run for millions of kilometers on the trot; with the pugnacious rays of Sun and the frigidness in my bones stopping me relentlessly at every step,
Even if I had to remain starved for decades unprecedented; with the pangs of insatiable hunger in my stomach augmenting like a volcano every unleashing
second,
Even if I had to sleep every night in the Lion's den; with a pack of hostile wolves encircling me the instant I closed my eyes,
Even if I had to clamber up the snow clad cliffs barefoot; with the last bone in my body rattling uncontrollably towards certain death,
Even if I had to write till unsurpassable eternity; with the last ounce of enthusiasm and tenacity wholesomely evacuating from my bones,
Even if I had to stare inexorably in flaming wisps of inclement fire; with the moisture in my intricate eye disastrously evaporating into remote oblivion,
Even if I had to be whipped tirelessly by swords coated with lethal scorpion; with each pore of my skin whimpering in meek submission,
Even if I had to drink snake venom every dawn instead of impeccable milk; diabolically torture the mass of delicate intestines and food trapped in my stomach,
Even if I had to traverse naked on the boisterous streets; becoming the object of unimaginable ridicule in every section of the pretentious society,
And even if I had to die a gory death every moment; and still lead life in accordance with the laws of existence,
I wouldn’t mind it all O! Lord; as long as I achieved the goal I was striving for; and my insurmountable urge to become the invincible King of poetry; was wholesomely satisfied.
16. HOW COULD YOU EVER CALL
How could you ever call a miserly auto rickshaw an aircraft; just because it increased its speed to a threadbare maximum; every once in a while?
How could you ever call a diminutive stone as a colossal mountain; just because it punctured a hole through the transparent shard of window glass when hurled forcefully?
How could you ever call an inconspicuous mosquito a diabolical demon; just because it stung you acrimoniously; greedily sucked only a few drops of scarlet blood?
How could you ever call an amalgamation of several colors a rainbow in the sky; just because they faintly resembled the vivaciously striped festoon which appeared when it rained in sunlight?
How could you ever call an infinitesimal candle flame as the flaming body of Sun; just because it imparted tiny bits of brightness to stingily illuminate the morbid night?
How could you ever call a small house lizard as a dangerously venomous reptile; just because it swished its tongue a little; slithered nimbly before leaping on its insect prey?
How could you ever call a minuscule bud of sordid cotton an immaculately long shirt embedded with golden beads; just because it gave a timid effect of soft cloth?
How could you ever call a single alphabet as the gargantuan compendium of the priceless dictionary; just because it was used to commence many words of the
oligarchic English language?
How could you ever call a hut as the grandiloquently adorned castle; just because it had a door to enter and leave as the palace did?
How could you ever call an innocuously rotund turtle a hostile crocodile; just because it had a serrated green shell engulfing its portly body?
How could you ever call a frugally single day as an entire decade; just because it had impregnated in it the cardinal constituents of time?
How could you ever call a miserly chunk of robust meat as the entire body; just because it oozed scarlet blood; had some lifeless hair extruding from its ghastly surface?
How could you ever call a tiny feather as the ominously hovering and big beaked vulture; just because it produced an unnoticeable draught of wind when forcefully flapped in plain air?
How could you ever call an obscurely shining pearl as the resplendently tenacious Moon in the sky; just because it glimmered a trifle of white rays; sporadically enlightened the atmosphere every now and again?
How could you ever call a broken piece of oar as the boundlessly fathomless ship; just because it produced ripples in the water when gently struck?
How could you ever call a dingy bottle of red ink as the crimson blood circulating in the veins; just because it was scarlet in color; flowed smoothly on any surface when kept?
How could you ever call a shattered and a disdainfully battered strand of glass as the entire eye incarcerated behind the fluttering lids; just because it portrayed a profusely hazy reflection of the person trying to peer into it?
How could you ever call the spuriously crying film actress as the sacrosanct mother who nurtured her child with her own milk; just because she evoked sanctimonious sympathy behind the silver screen?
And how could you ever call Man as the Omnipotent Creator; just because he had millions imprisoned in his wholesomely corrupt treasury; had countless people
runnin
g around him at the slightest of his command not because of any respect; but to grab his biscuits of silver; to grab his sinfully earned money?
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