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19. ITS POSSIBLE; BECAUSE IT IS NATURAL

How was it ever possible when you resolved to remain awake the entire night; keeping

your eyelids incorrigibly open,

That after a few minutes you felt besieged by loud yawns; transited into a blissful

slumber?

How was it ever possible when you firmly decided not to consume food the whole

day; famishing yourself to unprecedented limits,

That after spending the morning hungry; your hand automatically crept towards

the refrigerator; wherein was stashed succulent fruit and ravishing slices of raspberry

pudding?

How was it ever possible when you pledged not to perspire the slightest; stand

as cool and unflinching as an enchanting angel,

That after trespassing for a while under the blazing sun; drops of golden sweat trickled

down profusely from your nape?

How was it ever possible when you were resolute about not going to the bathroom for

months; preserving all delectable food you had in your stomach,

That after sprinting for a little while on the ground; your bowels felt as if they would

erupt; and you meekly hid yourself behind the screen of the Lavatory?

How was it ever possible when you determined not to sneeze come what may;

incessantly inhale gallons of revitalizing breeze,

That the instant a fly buzzed pertinently around your nose; you contorted miserably;

inundated the atmosphere with a deafening roar?

How was it ever possible when you thought that you would never smile; Scowling

at everybody you encountered in the day,

That after witnessing a man parading naked into a business meeting; perceiving

it to be his private bedroom; you thunderously broke into guffaws of uncontrollable

laughter?

How was it ever possible when you were stubborn that you wouldn’t imagine;

avert yourself completely from the most minuscule of fantasy,

That after dozing off inadvertently in the afternoon; you immediately started

to romanticize about the girl next door; umpteenth suspense stories deluged

your mind from all quarters?

How was it ever possible when you had taken an oath that you would never bathe; no

matter how much amount of heat infiltrated into your body,

That after remaining unwashed for a full week; and a peculiar stench of Rotten

tomato emanating from your visage; propelled you to dump all your pretentious;

plunge audaciously into the river from the summit of the mountain?

How was it ever possible when you clenched your teeth and said that you weren't going

to open your eyes; even if it meant that you sacrificed your life,

That as soon as you wanted to cross the bustling street; the screeching horns

of vehicles darting towards you at electric speeds; engendered you to lift your lashes;

keep them held stringently till all the commotion had subsided?

How was it ever possible when you whipped your mind infinite times; ordering

it to be patient in all circumstances engulfing it; dictating it to remain as stoical as placid

ice,

That the moment your spouse spilled milk on your immaculate shirt; you howled

as if bringing the entire roof down?

How was it ever possible when you swore on yourself that you would never be

lured by sanctimonious wealth; live life imprisoned in chains of rustic simplicity,

That as soon as your feet struck a pot replete with gold; the glitter of the coins; the

boundless supply of wealth; made you almost blind and oblivious to even your own

voice?

How was it ever possible when you had resolutely decided to act philanthropically all

your life; keep benevolently executing tasks to benefit others,

That the second the earthquake rocked the entire city; you were the first one

to jump out of the window with your son; without even bothering to disturb your

neighbors; with whom you had always made it a point to have morning tea?

How was it ever possible when you had resolved not to scratch; even if you were

attacked by a million monsters,

That the moment you were stung by an inconspicuous mosquito; your complexion

metamorphosed to a perfect crimson; and you rubbed your skin brutally till it almost

bled?

How was it ever possible when you had commanded all bones in your body to stay

silent; lie down in tranquil contentment even in the most tumultuous of storm,

That you started to violently dance the minute you heard pulsating music; the fiery

flamboyance of your youth pinning all your sagaciousness down?

How was it ever possible when you had decided to stay for marathon days without

liquid; even if the chords in your throat charred to a horrifying death,

That you greedily sucked water from the very next stream you confronted; splashing it

rampantly all across your parched lips and body?

How was it ever possible when you had intractably appealed to your brain to

let your wounds flow; leave them open even if each droplet of blood was

exhausted from your body,

That you draped your flesh with spools of white bandage and pungent antiseptic; as it

simply got pricked by a needle; let alone the question of blood leaking out?

How was it ever possible when you had pledged to hold your breath; and still

continue the chapter of life,

That after stifling your breath only for 30 seconds; you felt loads of It escape noisily

down your nostril?

And how was it ever possible when you had prepared yourself for every calamity; trying

to stand invincible against the most belligerent of thorns; trying to emulate God,

That after simply walking on the scorching sands; and that too with your shoes

strapped tightly on; you fainted in a bedraggled heap with gasps of tiredness

and feeble sounds asking for water diffusing from your mouth?

Well the answer to the above was as simple as the uninhibited love of a mother; the

smile of a newly born child, As all of this was possible only because you were just a

Human; and for you all this was NATURAL.