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»An earnest prayer for every other husband on this earth….

 

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
general condition of the environment around; and as every source of
media proclaimed it to be on the ghastly brink of extinction,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
brand new recipes that she'd voraciously browsed through; in every
cook-book that she could lay her effervescent hands upon,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
epidemic that'd taken sinister proportions in the society; the
horrendously agonizing anecdotes of several in her invincibly
close-knit kin,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
overall weather being one of the most acrimonious in the country; and
her plans to liberate at the fastest possible to a cherished utopian
land,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
current trends of fashion and opulence in the society; and how
miserably divested was she of virtually everything on this vast
planet,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; how
mad she perceived me to be-though I was glowing with hard-earned
success; just because I'd tread on the path never ever taken before on
this planet divine,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every
move and decision that her revered parents took; at times going to
unfathomable depths to solve any familial misunderstandings; whilst I
sulked in raw sunshine,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; what
an indescribable revolution she would bring in the life of every
divested soul alive; by impartially distributing the entire wealth of
this planet to all alike,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
gravely unsurpassable amounts of dirt that she'd most tenaciously
extricated; from the most obsolete crannies of our already spic-span
home,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
inexhaustible myriad of soap operas-game shows-spell binding
documentaries; which she'd watched in each spare moment of hers,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
headlines; gossips; spiritual sayings which she'd read in every
bookshop; as reading was one of her alltime favorite pastime,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; all
those established celebrities and luminaries; all those upon whom the
media was extravagantly onto; silencing all in vicinity whilst
listening to her favorite star interview,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every
like and dislike of our kids; wanting them to accomplish only her
unfinished dreams; as she considered every of my talents and works as
disdainfully imbecile,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; me
being a complete misanthrope and wretched misfit for the society;
wholesomely lost and absorbed in my own poetically fantasizing
musings,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; my
ruining every element of her otherwise victorious life; indescribably
denigrating me to lifeless ash whilst comparing me to other husbands
in her sight,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about;
fossils; shells; and virtually every mystical and artificial carving
on this Universe; going to painstaking depths to study the elaborate
etymology of the same,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; her
father's once upon a time 9 to 9 unsparing life; the innumerable
droplets of sweat that he'd shed to raise her; whilst all I knew in
comparison was staring at insouciant bits of blue sky,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
stories that her friends; followers and well wishers had recounted to
her; and how desperately did she want to make an enlightenment into
every aspect of their bizarrely hapless and solitary lives,

And whilst I appreciated and respected all her talk; O! how I wished
and wished and wished; that atleast a line out of the infinite she
spoke to me was asking me as to what I did in the entire day; asking
me to recite the fervent lines of my poetry on all creations of the
Lord; asking me as to how the rhythm of my tender heart felt?

Anyways; though I knew it was virtually impossible for it to happen
this way-- naturally and of her own accord in this life; I earnestly
pray to you O! Omnipotent Lord; to make it happen in every other
impoverished husband's life; so that unlike my sole urge to die this
very instant out of sheer indifference; he feels more ardently than
ever before; to be reborn again and again and again….
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»He who definitely knew that he would die….

 

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
traversing through the forests; and the uncouthly ferocious lion
snapping each bone of their apart into a countless disparaging
fragments,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
voyaging through the ocean; haplessly drowning to the rock-bottom; and
being sporadically pulverized by the hedonistic jaws of the shark,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
seated in the luminous aircraft; with the air-conditioned bewitchment
eventually crashing and exploding like frigid pieces of nothingness
against the cold-blooded rocks,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
at war with abhorrent neighboring land; being ruthlessly beheaded if
caught; or otherwise being blown up like nonchalant ash-at the
vindictive strike of the missile,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
cremating their near and dear ones; with the inconsolably despairing
hopelessness of the situation; metamorphosing them into a living
carcass for the remainder of their lives,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
inevitably impersonating invidious shades of lies to survive; with
this most dreaded sin of existence forever dissolving them into their
invisible corpse,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
toiling towards their dreams of becoming the richest man; with the
last ounce of power in their bones eventually succumbing to the most
unthinkably murderous rat-raced exhaustion,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
fast asleep past ghoulish midnight; with the most dreadfully maiming
nightmares of all times snapping the last fangs of their inimitable
breath,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
clambering towards the ultimate peak of Everest; ruthlessly devoured
by the unstoppable onslaught of the avalanche and the heartlessly
freezing wind,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
giving miraculous birth to more of their own; with the excruciating
pains of labor silencing the tiniest cry to palpitate in their souls,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
undergoing the wrath of morbid betrayal; with their breaths naturally
ending before—they could dare view their beloved being passionately
embraced and caressed in alien arms,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
speeding on the express highways; when clashing metal to brutal metal
would foment such an acrimonious ball of fire—as never witnessed in
history before,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
stepping out to earn their own bread; with the treacherously parasitic
attitude of people around—extricating the very last droplet of their
innocuous blood,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
the earthquake suddenly struck; being cold-bloodedly sucked into the
horrendously fulminating belly of the earth—where there graves lay
already dug,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
strapped to the exuberant parachute; with the ferociously plundering
storm rendering them wailing and wingless—in their uncontrolled
descent towards murderous stony ground,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
facing the relentlessly inhuman torture by the police; as they
mustered up all their non-existent courage to divulge the devil hidden
in their dastardly souls,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
anticipating their final examination results; with the feeblest
contingency of a failure and the flagrant exoneration by the society
thereafter; cruelly asphyxiating each of their heartbeat in their
chests,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
attempting to change the course of their otherwise satanic destiny;
with the irrefutably pre-destined sinking them deeper and deeper into
their graves-the harder they tried to redefine and revolutionize time,

And then I met him; uncontrollably trembling and slavering in the
mortuaries of uncertainty—he who definitely knew that he'd die; as
he'd shared just a few idiosyncratically weak moments of his with his
spouse; a few moments which he wanted to entirely erase from the
chapter of his impoverished life---but she on the other hand was
waiting like a famished tigress to repeat the same to him at the
tiniest human error he committed; and without the slightest of reason
or rhyme….

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»Deep Ocean of Secrets…

 

Be it belonging to the infinitesimally irate ant; who traversed an
infinite steps in its journey from the bottom of the majestic dinner
table; to its tantalizingly steaming top,

Be it belonging to the stoically invincible Everest; which stood with
its head high as the lone unflinchingly exuberant warrior; even as the
entire planet beside was dissolving into the mortuaries of
hopelessness,

Be it belonging to the measly disheveled mushroom; frenetically
staggering with each draught of fresh air; trying to solidly emboss
its very own place in the languid bits of mud circumscribing it,

Be it belonging to the wondrously tangy wave; dissipating into an
unparalleled festoon of royal froth; triggering an inevitable smile on
every bygone face, after clashing against the seductive black rocks,

Be it belonging to the voluptuously crimson thundercloud; which craved
and craved and unstoppably craved for its time; to melt into a
boundless droplets of everlastingly mollifying rain,

Be it belonging to the incongruously bohemian barking dog; who
uncontrollably growled nineteen to the dozen even in ghastly midnight;
until its voice was eventually heard by its callous master,

Be it belonging to the perennially flowering tree; which blossomed
into umpteenth a dazzling leaf every now and again; and whose each
minuscule root had entrapped in it; the hidden enigmas of a time
before time was pragmatically born,

Be it belonging to the diminutively impoverished cubicle of stray ice;
trembling an infinite times every unfurling instant; in anticipation
of its worst enemy the "Sun" blazing out; and forever pulverizing the
chapter of its existence beyond its livid grave,

Be it belonging to the indiscriminately behemoth dinosaur; for whom
everything else on earth was a maudlin buffoonery of time; as it toyed
with all creation in the center of its palm; till its last breath
destined,

Be it belonging to the insignificantly tiny shell lying astray on the
skewed shores; fighting left; right and center for its very existence;
even as each gigantic wave inexorably tried to drown to the rock
bottom of the sea,

Be it belonging to the vivaciously dancing peacock; which spread its
romantic plumage full throttle in anticipation of its dream mate; with
the very first showers of ravishingly golden rain,

Be it belonging to the obnoxiously fetid cockroach; spending an
infinite of its lives fretfully meandering round the disdainful
lavatory seat; an indescribable miles far away from the freshness of
rising sunlight,

Be it belonging to the raunchily descending bat; searching for every
conceivable prey of its blindfolded; since its very first cry of
morosely blackened and topsy-turvy hackneyed life,

Be it belonging to most impoverished ingredient of the atmosphere;
swept to its non-existent grave every second by the slightest puff of
wind; and then found floating again in some indecipherable part of the
fathomless Universe,

Be it belonging to the very last brick in the boundlessly deep
foundation; which timelessly winced in unheard pain; an intransigently
agonizing scream which fell on deaf ears and with only the darkness
around it as its lone companion,
Be it belonging to the pinch of vapid dust; which either got
ruthlessly swept; heartlessly trampled; ludicrously blown;
condemningly spat upon; by every cold-blooded stroke of unsparing
destiny,

Be it belonging to the velvety blade of emerald grass; which
perennially romanced in the aisles of untamed desire; with each
droplet of mesmerizing golden dew,

Be it belonging to the evanescent entrenchment of the parsimonious
horizons; which try as hard as they could; but were never successful
in salvaging their own identity; amidst the day; afternoon and wild
night,

Be it belonging to the incongruously babbling eunuch; stretching to
every threshold of raucously unimaginable obscenity; in order to evict
those quintessential bundles of currency from the spurious society
outside,

O! Yes, be it belonging to conceivably anyone on this tirelessly
ingratiating earth; every palpitating heart has; is; and shall
forever remain an unconquerably "Deep Ocean of secrets"…

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»Irrespective of whether you get your girls love or not…

 

Its not about the mortuaries of vapidly deteriorating blackness; but
life's all about how invincibly do you light up the same; with the
untamed fire of optimism in your fervently righteous eyes,

Its not about those countless anecdotes of murderously betrayal; but
life's all about how you metamorphose each one of them into an
everlasting lantern of friendship; with each beat of immortal love in
your heart,

Its not about the inevitably lecherous bouts of stony solitariness;
but life's all about how you jauntily illuminate the same- with the
bounteous ardor to survive in your enthralling voice,

Its not about every path which led to the corpses of monotonous
hopelessness; but life's all about how you spawn beams of newness in
the same; with the unbridled creativity lingering in each of your
stride,

Its not about those tears of indescribable anguish that dribble down
the cheeks; but life's all about how you evaporate the same into a
cloud of fantasies; with each of your magically ameliorating smile,

Its not about those disastrously hackneyed destiny lines; but life's
all about how you write your own fortunes; with the perennially
sparkling ink of your undefeated perseverance,

Its not about those eyeballs being dreadfully blinded by the swords of
corruption; but life's all about how you inspire them to shunt all
evil; with the flame of perpetual truth triumphantly transcending
every quarter of your soul,

Its not about the bitterness which had arisen out of ruthless
discrimination and disparity; but life's all about how you timelessly
unite every conceivable living kind; in the religion of eternally
unconquerable humanity,

Its not about the dungeons of ominous greed which pulverized one and
all to feckless shit; but life's all about how you ubiquitously sow
the seeds of altruistic compassion-which were inherently ingrained in
every droplet of your blood,

Its not about the inevitable spurts of devilish laziness that lay a
jinx upon the earth; but life's all about how you substituted the same
with the untamed energy to survive; predominantly exhaling out of your
nostrils,

Its not about the unsparing cry of terrorizing war that threatened to
rip apart through the fabric of human kind; but life's all about how
you perennially quelled the same; with the message of peace and
brotherhood—radiating from every cranny of your countenance,

Its not about sinfully lugubrious decay and the inescapable stench
that arose; but life's all about how you sparked the skies of
freshness in each element of the atmosphere; with your unending zeal
to adventure; discover and blissfully create,

Its not about those countless cries of hedonistic torture; but life's
all about how you took away even the tiniest ounce of hysterical pain;
with the balm of unshakable friendship; that you had to offer to one
and all,

Its not about the curse of curtailed time crucifying the chapter of
existence; but life's all about how you lived each instant to the
fullest of its capacity; as if it were your very last instant to
survive on planet divine,

Its not about the sadistic devil trouncing every trace of uninhibited
happiness; but life's all about how you hoist the flag of victory with
every good deed that you executed-by the grace of the Omnipotent God,

Its not about a lost cause which cast its holocaustic shadow upon the
entire Universe; but life's all about how you let your own inimitable
identity of truth forever prevail; and bless even the worst of your
foes,

Its not about the closest to your heart deserting you in the midst of
the apocalyptic storm; but life's all about how you spread the oceans
of love from your heart all over; and in the goriest face of betrayal,

Its not about the bane of childlessness thwarting the fabric of living
kind; but life's all about how you adopt every orphaned child in
vicinity; with the unparalleled goodness in even the most obfuscated
iota of your creation,

And its not about the fangs of satanic death forever silencing every
cry of fresh birth; but life's all about how you live an infinite
lives just in a single lifetime of yours; by tirelessly loving each
palpable creation of the Almighty Lord; irrespective of whether you
could get the love of your girl or not…

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»Whos bothered the tiniest of death…

 

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm terribly afraid that
I'd never ever be able to remember those divinely eyes of yours; the
unparalleled empathy for every fraternity of living kind enshrouding
them; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm uncontrollably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those magical palms of yours;
which forever erased every sorrow from the fathomless fabric of
mankind; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm indescribably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those benign ears of yours
which heard and befriended every voice from the heart on this earth;
after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm endlessly afraid that
I'd never ever be able to remember those Omnipotent footprints of
yours which invincibly lead all forms of altruistic goodness; to the
ultimate corridors of utopian heaven,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unfathomably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those miraculously
ameliorating lips of yours—which metamorphosed every insinuation of
disparity into a paradise of oneness; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm limitlessly afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those Omniscient lines of your
forehead; which poignantly depicted the destiny of every palpitating
organism on this Universe; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unceasingly afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that inimitably unconquerable
majesty of your caress—which took all my pains forever and ever and
ever; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm terribly afraid that
I'd never ever be able to remember that eternally enlightening voice
of yours—which silenced the mightiest shriek of the devil forever;
after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unthinkably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those innumerable miracles
that you inexhaustibly spurned out of lifeless air; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm treacherously afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that divinely nose of yours
which mischievously cuddled every child irrespective of caste/creed/or
color—thereby giving it a brand new life; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unexplainably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that impregnable freshness
that radiated from your countenance; which perpetuated an infinite
civilizations of symbiotic togetherness; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm inconsolably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember your Omnipotence fragrance;
which gave a whole new direction to every despairingly flailing
element of life; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm intransigently afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember your unparalleled magnetic
voice—which quelled every idiosyncratically perverted imagery forever;
after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm irretrievably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember your astounding prowess to
blend earth with sky-at a singleton swish of your godly thumb; after I
die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm maniacally afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember the unassailable silkenness of
your persona—which charmed even the most hideous of devils to fall at
your feet; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm overwhelmingly afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that heavenly spontaneity that
profusely dribbled from your soul—uninhibitedly embracing one and all
on this boundless Universe; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm inescapably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that immortal heart of yours;
whose each insuperable beat blessed every cranny of this gigantic
Universe with the power of truth; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm inexorably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that unmatched signature of
yours—which forever bore the ultimate seal of this entire enchanting
planet; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but I'm continuously afraid that
I'd never ever be able to remember that eternal sparkle in even the
most evanescent of your shadow—which bestowed upon the power to
royally survive as the richest organism for an infinite more
lifetimes; after I die….

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»Come lets embrace our New Religion…

 

Religion is that--what even the most infinitesimal cranny of your eyes
wanted to see—inexhaustibly absorb; admire; yearn for till times beyond
infinity and even beyond your veritably stinking grave,

Religion is that-- what each ingredient of your blood inexhaustibly craved to be a part of ---flow for with an untamed zeal resembling the unendingly vivacious expanse of the crystalline blue sky,

Religion is that--what the innermost voices of your conscience felt to be the ultimate truth---irrespective of whatever be the place; time; situation; moment or conditionality of impoverished & truncated life,

Religion is that—what every part of your feet wanted to ardently step on---pave an inimitably righteous path of their very own amidst a brutal quagmire of emotions and squalid commercialism all around,

Religion is that--what your hands wanted to give the most unflinchingly definitive shape to---such an unfailing silhouette of eternal friendship which was impossible for even the most beguiling of demons to disrupt,

Religion is that-- what your lips wanted to kiss 24 X 7---perpetuating even the most bizarrely frazzled persona to uninhibitedly soar in wisps of unfettered paradise,

Religion is that--what your nostrils wanted to inhale till the last breath of life---an entrenchment of unassailable compassion which made existence the most priceless chapter of destiny,

Religion is that--what your fingers wanted to timelessly intertwine with each unveiling instant---bask in the spirit of invincibly bountiful friendship for times beyond an unfathomable infinite,

Religion is that—what each part of your ears wanted to mellifluously hear---enthrall to the most unprecedented of capacities in the everlastingly symbiotic tunes of blissful survival,

Religion is that—what your palms wanted to infallibly clasp forever and ever and ever---that united strength of togetherness that granted you the temerity to palpitate even in the most apocalyptically disastrous of storms and times,

Religion is that—what your mouth wanted to perennially talk and sing praises about---rhapsodically engulfing each element of the atmosphere around you with the unbridled happiness of a countless lifetimes in one,

Religion is that—what each of your bones felt the most resolutely strong for---defending each honest and fructifying voice from within like the citadel of the gods,

Religion is that—what your mind fantasized till beyond the most unbelievably beautiful limits—and thereby felt in the seventh heaven of ubiquitous prosperity whilst traversing each instant on mundane earth,

Religion is that—what your shoulders philanthropically hoisted from one end of your adventure to the other—being a selfless harbinger of humanity to mitigate each ounce of sorrow with profound camaraderie and care,

Religion is that—what your legs want to ecstatically gallop after; like the horizons indefatigably running after the Sun—the most tantalizing mirage which tirelessly triggers you to achieve more and more and more,

Religion is that—what the tiniest cranny of your soul unshakably radiates---permeating such a yearning that you continued to wondrously exist beyond your corpse for a countless more lives and lifetimes,

Religion is that—what your heart feels is the absolute epitome of righteousness—no matter how uncouthly the barbarous planet outside chose to devour every bit of you; from your very roots,

So folks lets forget everything else; come lets move united and forward; come lets live this immortal religion of our hearts to the fullest; come lets forget our disdainfully castrated pasts and give this new religion of ours a fresh try—and our very very best…

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»31st December—My ultimate hero…

 

Irrespective of whether they were extraordinarily happy; or whether
they inconsolably fretted in the aisles of utter desperation—with the
gruesome blackness of extinction ominously maiming each of their
senses,

Irrespective of whether they were perennially successful; or whether
they miserably floundered a countless times even before alighting a
single foot—unnecessarily losing it- in their bouts of whimsical
fidgetiness,

Irrespective of whether they were unsurpassably rich; or whether they
profusely slavered at the most diminutive morsel of food—brutally
emaciating since a record number of days and treacherously freezing
nights,

Irrespective of whether they were in unconquerable space; or whether
they were left to uncouthly stagnate on the fecklessly sordid streets
and hackneyed gutter bins of the country's largest slum,

Irrespective of whether they sang a boundless tunes in the praise of
the Lord; or whether they sadistically licked up every pint of spit
emitted by the vindictively trouncing devil,

Irrespective of whether they bustled as perfectly symbiotic
busy-bodies; or whether they aimlessly loitered through the lanes of
slandering oblivion—which'd nothing but hoarse regret to offer as a
pathetic end-product,

Irrespective of whether they were unassailable magicians; or whether
all what they dared touch; sullenly metamorphosed into frigidly
incoherent bits of lame dust,

Irrespective of whether they were invincible perfectionists; or
whether they perpetually adhered to the famous axiom 'To Err is Human'
and immortalized the same with their relentless failures,

Irrespective of whether they were triumphantly persevering; or whether
they lazed and endlessly lazed even under the most acrimoniously
scorching sun; just because their bones creaked a trifle whilst
getting up,

Irrespective of whether they were brilliantly optimistic; or whether
they lugubriously crumbled every instant reminiscing the mortuaries of
the dreadfully asleep past,

Irrespective of whether they were unflinching patriots; or whether
they darted at the speed of lightening for cover; at the tiniest
insinuation of the most imperceptible danger,

Irrespective of whether they were blessedly fantasizing; or whether
they lecherously circumscribed their entire lives within the
constraints of the monotonously clerical corporate office,

Irrespective of whether they were unconquerably truthful; or whether
they were brutally trapped in satanically parasitic web of
lies—resorting to it inevitably to find that ultimate escape route in
today's manipulative world,

Irrespective of whether they existed on the freezing north pole; or
whether they compassionately warmed each ingredient of their blood
under majestic rays of the Sun; extreme south,

Irrespective of whether they conversed in articulate English; or
whether they uninhibitedly recharged the atmosphere with every
vibrancy of indigenous language that was spoken under the Sun,

Irrespective of whether they were the perfectly synchronized
gentlemen; or whether they resided in rustically mud baked
huts—bursting at the seams to accommodate an innumerable more of their
kind,

Irrespective of whether they were Christ fearing Christians; or
whether they were an equally Bhagwan/Allah/Buddha fearing 'Hindus'/
'Muslims'/ 'Buddhists' and every other sacred tribe on earth divine,

Irrespective of whether they wholeheartedly celebrated wondrous X-Mas;
or whether they zealously indulged in the lights and colors of;
'Holi', 'Diwali', 'Muharram', 'Id' and countless other sacred
festivals of the likes,

O! Yes—Irrespective of anything and everything---On the 31st of
December every year—all of them joined hands in one insuperable mass
together; embraced each other without the tiniest of discrimination
---to welcome the newest dawn of all times—the dawn of a joyously
happy new year—the first sunrise of a magical 1st January….

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»For Anything & Everything—Anytime & Anywhere…

 

When I needed just reassurance; I perhaps sought the company of my invincible mother the most—as a single look into her majestically befriending eyes—cleared an infinite complicated webs of an infinite dreaded lifetimes,

When I needed just discipline; I perhaps sought the company of my father the most—as a mere languid walk by his side—inevitably triggered each forlornly stagnating muscle of mine go taut—beyond the most unprecedented degrees of comprehension,

When I needed just enigma; I perhaps sought the company of midnight the most—as even the most obfuscated wisp of blackness engulfing me—transported me into a countless births of my past—and an umpteenth chapters of untamed sensuality,

When I needed just unrestraint; I perhaps sought the company of my sister the most—as her magnetically uninhibited poise perpetuated me to poignantly share all that I thought I never ever would—at any given space or time,

When I needed just truth; I perhaps sought the company of every new born child the most—as each heartfelt cry of theirs immortalized the spirit of my otherwise parasitically plagiarized existence,

When I needed just faithfulness; I perhaps sought the company of my daintily clad wife the most—as there was a perennial aura of fidelity that most royally radiated—from every bit of stony silence that otherwise enshrouded her,

When I needed just power; I perhaps sought the company of the unflinching Sun the most—staring into its impregnably undying rays and making them my wholesome fire to survive; amidst a pack of ghastly wolves,

When I needed just nostalgia; I perhaps sought the company of my charismatically tinkling grandmother the most—as with every chapter that she heart-renderingly narrated from her biography—I felt more insuperably closer to every thread of my golden past,

When I needed just mischief; I perhaps sought the company of my merrily laughing daughter the most—as she made me feel the most boisterously unabashed entity alive on earth—everytime we hurled raw pancakes of mud in crystal blue sky,

When I needed just humanity; I perhaps sought the company of every different religion around me the most—as I felt that united in a sea of unending color—together we became the most blessedly unconquerable civilization of oneness and of all times,

When I needed just enthrallment; I perhaps sought the company of vivacious nature the most-- as I felt life around me inexhaustibly vacillating in an entrenchment of divine ecstasy and eternal freedom of every single organism to survive,

When I needed just adventure; I perhaps sought the company of the undulating sea the most—as with each marvelously tangy wave that crashed against the rocks—I felt a new beginning in the effervescent white froth that rose once again towards the victorious sky,

When I needed just passion; I perhaps sought the company of scarlet blood in my veins the most—as I felt reborn with an infinite untainted muscles of self-belief---with its every uncurbed journey towards each beat of my heart,

When I needed just beauty; I perhaps sought the company of iridescent stars in sky the most---as they most enchantingly illuminated even the grotesquely stagnating entities on soil—to eventually become the uncrowned jewels of my eye,

When I needed just innocence; I perhaps sought the company of the sacrosanct cow the most—as no matter what ludicrously perverted garbage that the world abandoned her into to consume—all she still had to give to one and all was impeccable milk divine,

When I needed just lavishness; I perhaps sought the company of my whimsical grandfather the most—as he could virtually lay every priceless gift of the Universe at my feet—at even the tiniest of my babyishly false cry,

When I needed just exhilaration; I perhaps sought the company of virgin wind the most—as I felt magically transported to every wonderfully ameliorating footprint of heaven; everytime it sensuously caressed every roused pore of my shivering skin,

When I needed just fantasy; I perhaps sought the company of fathomless azure sky the most; as just sporadically gazing at its immortal open heart—linked me to every triumphantly surreal mist of heaven; even as I pathetically fizzled each day from a robotic 9 to 9,

But for anything & everything; anytime & anywhere, I humbly knelt down only infront of the lord; praying to him to be by sole guiding light; praying to him to let me remain as his worthless servant for an infinite more lifetimes…

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»Each time you lift the Cricket World Cup—We’re proud to be a true Indian….

 

Each time you enter the field in your royal robes of blue— it makes the hair of a billion of us stand up in uncanny excitement, high and handsome towards the sky,

Each time you wave to us from the dressing room—it makes a billion of us feel that we’re the most united family ever on surface of planet divine,

Each time you send the ball whistling past the boundary ropes—it makes the heart of a billion of us leap out of our chests- to magically blend with you, beat for beat,

Each time you perform your beautifully invincible huddle—it makes us a billion of us feel that India is the strongest nation of them all, wondrously breathing and alive,

Each time you take those daring catches under the blinding Sun—it makes a billion of us feel that ‘Impossible’ is really a word non-existent and in the dictionary of dead fools,

Each time you rattle the opposition stumps with mere disdain—it makes a billion of us instantly gobble the deadliest venom in our laps—like it was life-yielding honey,

Each time you smile even under the mightiest onslaught around you—it makes a billion of us grit our teeth in determination—to forever conquer every devil in and around us,

Each time you ease out for lunch and refreshing drinks—it makes a billion of us fervently pray for the most sweetest of your victory- as you restarted a fresh innings,

Each time you tensely glance towards the miserably overcast skies—it makes a billion of us exude into inexhaustible pools of cold sweat—losing our mood for everything else,

Each time you rekindle the atmosphere with your heroic fielding—it makes a billion of us take fresh birth once again and lay all our inexplicable sorrows to perennial rest,

Each time you collectively charge forward in a blood-curling appeal—it makes a billion of us want to enter the soul of the third umpire and rule every decision in your favor,

Each time you break records of even the slightest of denomination—it makes a billion of us salute our revered flag, in honor and glory of your majestically gallant prowess,

Each time you lay injured on the austere turf—it makes a billion of us inconsolably bleed in the innermost of our veins—wanting to be shoulder to each of your cries,

Each time you sportingly shake hands with the opposition even in face of defeat—it makes a billion of us feel that we’re not at war--but relishing cricket at its imperious best,

Each time you run down the pitch to perseveringly earn every invaluable run—it makes a billion of us feel the scent of our sacred motherland drift from you—even though a countless kilometers apart,

Each time you go for the kill even as the target loomed impossibly beyond your reach—it makes a billion of us feel that the air around us is our ultimate resuscitating paradise,

And each time you lift the ‘Cricket World Cup’ for us or even thought of doing that in your dreams—it makes a billion of us rediscover our forgotten identities, makes us feel that we’re proud to be an offspring of this great Indian soil—that we’re proud to be a true Indian.
 
»Mrs. Namita Shah---You mean the world to my child….

 

How can I thank you for all those bountiful values of goodness that you’ve so magically inculcated in my child’s innocent brain?

How can I thank you for so compassionately holding my child’s hand in an alien premises---when I wasn’t the slightest around to hear her inconsolable cries?

How can I thank you for making the whole process of monotonous studies—such an enchanting playground of richness for my child’s eyes?

How can I thank you for so beautifully taming my child into a symbiotically civilized angel—from an unruly doll only obsessed with her very own toys?

How can I thank you for so adeptly solving each barricade in the path of my child—as she indulged the first chords of her infinite mind into the whole process called ‘learning in school’?

How can I thank you for so magically triggering a smile on the face of my child—as she nervously fidgeted for her own space amidst several more of her kind?

How can I thank you for so magnanimously bearing with each bit of my child’s peskiness—converting each tear that dribbled from her eyes into the most perfect nursery rhyme of life?

How can I thank you for so thoughtfully introducing my child to each new aspect of school—letting her marvelously adjust to even the remotest component in the new atmosphere—at her very own pace?

How can I thank you for guarding my child like an invincible fortress of friendship—whilst teaching her the quintessential alphabets of knowledge at the same time?

How can I thank you for untiringly being the eyes of my child as she feebly weaved her way through each bit of unknown territory--- amongst the incredibly tall walls of her first school?

How can I thank you for observing even the most intricate development of my child—and then making constant persevering notes on how to improve her all round performance in the chapter called life?

How can I thank you for being the most adorable home for my child away from her real home---and being the most perfect mother for her and all her mates as well in mundane schooltime?

Well let me just start by saying Mrs. Shah ---‘That you mean the world to my child’ …..
 
 
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