How could you ever expect the slippery banana skin; to assist you while walking instead of sending you hurtling head on towards the mud sprawled ground?
How could you ever expect the diabolical dinosaur; to fondly caress you instead of pulverizing you to inconspicuous grains of saw dust?
And therefore how could
you ever expect Man who was prone to committing a plethora of errors; to
emulate the omniscient creator; instead of leading life timidly; having being
bestowed upon the status of being one out of his infinite disciples?
29. AFTER
EVERY DEVIL THERE IS GOD
After every
gruesome night; there rises the brilliant day; with the sun dazzling profoundly
in the sky,
After every storm; there descends a celestial stillness; that impregnates the ambience with unprecedented peace,
After every anecdote of horrendous pain; there is unparalleled joy; signs of triumph and ecstatic jubilation,
After every turbulent wave that rises to astronomical heights in the sea; there is sedate water; which languidly floats towards the shores,
After every savage slope of the treacherous mountain there lies the sweet valley; inundating the atmosphere with its mysticism and charm,
After every whirlwind accompanied with gusty currents of wild wind ; there is plain dust; which meekly settles on all quarters of exposed surface,
After every bout of epidemic fever; there lies immunity to infection compounded with sporadic spurts of robust health,
After every spell of frozen winter; there lies enchanting summer; with infinite springs of molten liquid cascading down,
After every winding road aligned with a plethora of acerbic barricades; there lies
the impeccably straight lane,
After every shrub of the acrimoniously thorny cactus; lies the crimson and fragrant rose,
After every ominous black cloud ready to pelt down thunderous rain; there lies the crystal blue network of clear sky,
After every island of adulterated fertilizer crop; there lies the innocuous and tall tree,
After every dark space in the colossal cosmos; there lies the resplendently twinkling star,
After every little inconspicuous mosquito hovering in the air; there lie infinite molecules of golden sawdust shimmering in the sunshine,
After every hell exiting on this globe; there lies the mesmerizing ocean of paradise,
After every incidence of miserable failure in life; there lies loads of unsurpassable success,
After every lie spoken with blatant audacity; there lies the perpetual truth,
After every horrendous dream throughout the course of the night; there lies the serene morning,
After every parable of overwhelming hatred; there lies immortal and unbiased love,
And after every
diabolical demon confronted on this earth; there lies the omniscient Creator.
30. HE WAS
THE CREATOR
If I was a minuscule
brick looking as inconspicuous as a mosquito; sandwiched between several of my
kind,
He was the entire
building; towering domineeringly over the crowded and bustling street.
If I were a diminutive stalk of grass sprouting from the soil; buckling down with paramount ease under feeble draughts of wind,
He was the entire space
of fecund land; sprawling over thousands of kilometers.
If I were a obscure wave rising in the sea; falling intermittently with the positioning of the enchanting moon,
He was the entire ocean;
which was incongruously colossal in size; incorporating a fleet of animate
organisms in its belly.
If I were a small mound of clay lying dilapidated beside the hill; with irregular strands of thread camouflaging my persona,
He was the gigantic
mountain; with profoundly accentuated summits; standing formidably against the
most tenacious of storm.
If I were an ephemeral ray of light falling on the earth; miserably unable to make the slightest of indentation in illuminating the atmosphere,
He was the magnanimous
sun brilliantly scintillating in the sky; radiating his omnipotent essence far
and wide.
If I were a disdainful cockroach loitering indolently around the lavatory seat; with sporadic incidences of devouring small ants,
He was the entire jungle;
impregnated with ferocious beasts; breeding the primordial dinosaur thundering
his way through the mangled green.
If I were a crisp note of currency; incessantly relishing my prospects of spending exorbitantly,
He was the entire money which floated in this world; the conglomerate of opulent banks overflowing with cash.
If I were a contemporary computer; having a battalion of intricate chips in my brain,
He was the stupendous
power; governing my mind as well as adroitly maneuvering the world.
If I were an mystical astrologer; scientifically predicting the fortune of some of my clients,
He was the one who
sculptured the life of millions existing; impeccably wrote my destiny; without
a trace of blemish.
If I were a globule of water lying solitary on the forlorn street; being ruthlessly kicked by passing pedestrians,
He was the entire expanse
of vast sky; which pelted thunderously blissful droplets of rain.
He was the one who had procreated the first human; from which later were spawned millions inhabiting this globe; the very reason that I was here breathing fresh air in my lungs today,
And Let me tell you I was
just an ordinary man residing amongst infinite numbers like myself; while he
was the omniscient Creator.
31. FULLY
ENGROSSED
While both my eyes were busy seeking possibilities to survive in this mercenary world; discerning the good and bad scattered overwhelmingly around,
Infinite eyes of his were
fully engrossed in protecting me even from the tiniest of shadow of evil;
seeing to it that I existed in perpetual happiness.
While both my hands were busy building a house for me and my beloved to live; fetching bricks; and vigorously molding a mountain of cement and stone,
Infinite hands of his
were fully engrossed protecting our dwelling from unrelenting storm and rain;
blessing us with the prowess of evolving several more like us in mankind.
While both my feet were busy conquering territories; running unfathomable distances to explore the entire globe and discover,
Infinite feet of his were
fully engrossed in wading off all the impediments that I might perniciously
confront in my expedition; impregnating loads of strength and conviction in
every step I take.
While both my ears were busy in deciphering the enigmatic tunes of this commercial continent; trying to reach out to the sounds of victory and unprecedented prosperity,
Infinite ears of his were
fully engrossed in sequestering me from morbid voices of the corpse; ensuring
that I heard nothing else but incessant rhymes from the heaven, while marching
at lightening speeds towards my goal.
While both my fingers were busy in composing poetry; metamorphosing every dream of mine into embossed reality; capturing the beauty of the entire cosmos in each of my minuscule alphabets,
Infinite fingers of his
were fully engrossed in stirring the chords of my imagination; profoundly
triggering my mind to envisage what no one else could have ever thought about
or conceived on this earth.
While both my shoulders were busy in bearing the weight of my mother; carrying her inexorably over the treacherous sea's as she had relinquished all power to walk,
Infinite shoulders of his were fully engrossed urging me to unceasingly surge forward; making me emerge successful in my mission of saving both of our lives; more importantly take my mother to a place where she could blissfully meditate.
While both my lips were busy announcing to the world my right to live; my unstinted belief in passionate love and harmonious peace,
Infinite lips of his were
fully engrossed in silencing my critics; pacifying my unruly adversaries with
the omnipotent power of his speech.
While both my nostrils were busy inhaling indispensable amounts of air; facilitating me to dance merrily and with uninhibited abandon; embracing all human kind,
Infinite nostrils of his
were fully engrossed in evolving all the moisture I required to live; flooding
each aspect of my life with the scent of invincible happiness.
And while both my heart and soul were busy in pursuing their unending reservoir of dreams; throbbed fervently for the person they adored and loved,
Infinite hearts of the
creator were fully engrossed in imparting me with vivacious beats; instilling
the very element of existence that propelled me to be the way I am; fomenting me
to imagine to stupendous limits; and stand unflinching to encounter any
individual on this planet with all the Herculean power; I possessed today.
32. CUT
In order to cut the fabulous ribbon; I used a pair of majestically glistening scissors,
In order to cut the unruly weeds of rampantly sprawling grass; I used the irascibly groaning and obsolete lawn mower,
In order to cut the pencil into an articulately molded tip; I used a conventionally shimmering sharpener,
In order to cut the acrimoniously piercing sunshine; I used a pair of voluptuously seductive sunglasses,
In order to cut the incorrigibly extruding parasitic tree; I used an incredulously lanky handled axe of pure rosewood,
In order to cut the atmosphere overwhelmed with inexplicable sadness; I used my repertoire of inherently fulminating jokes and laughter,
In order to cut the intransigently hard coconut shell; I used an astronomically fortified hammer,
In order to cut the fathomless sheet of plain paper; I used a cutter dexterously embodied into boundless corrugations on its handsome periphery,
In order to cut the perniciously sinister buds of hair protruding obnoxiously from my cheeks; I used a grandiloquent razor functioning on passionate sparks of white electricity,
In order to cut the painstakingly marathon period of time; I profusely absorbed myself in relentlessly augmenting fantasy; which made me wholesomely oblivious to the indefatigable minutes of an hour,
In order to cut the colossal edifice tyrannizing the soil with its horrendously infiltrating foundations; I used a mammoth bulldozer charging menacingly towards
the mountain of lame bricks,
In order to cut the dangerously swirling stormy waves; I used an intrepidly advancing boat; compounded with Herculean muscle in my rubicund bones,
In order to cut the insurmountably stinking ambience of horrifically rotting fish; I used a gorgeously efficacious scent; extracted from the tantalizingly crimson garden of rose,
In order to cut the unfathomable layer of ghoulishly threatening glass; I used a bland looking chunk of robust stone,
In order to cut the unsurpassable bitterness embedded on my tongue; I used a waterfall of ingratiatingly ravishing honey,
In order to cut the incomprehensible networking of perilously smudged lines; I used a stupendously immaculate rubber,
In order to cut the ominously escalating automobile speed; I voraciously used the twin pairs of reassuring brakes,
In order to cut the unbelievably dolorous silence; I used my austerely permeating and ebullient whistle,
In order to cut the perfidious love mercilessly killing me every instant; I used the disastrously dying beats of my heart,
But I simply didn’t have anything at all to cut the thread of precious existence; as the irrefutable right to this cut solely belonged to the person who had evolved each part of my body in the first case; the person whom I remembered for infinite times in a
single day as my Omnipotent Creator.