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1 God – by Nikhil Parekh THE MOSQUE OF MY OMNIPOTENT CREATOR…. Neither and ever infront of my very own mother; who'd borne me 9 excruciating months in her womb; compassionately safeguarding me even today; a 28 yrs later; against the most infinitesimal trace of the devil, Neither and ever infront of my very own father; who'd indefatigably worked round the clock; unsparingly abrading the heels of his soles against the merciless corporate tarmac; in order to lavishly attend to each of my minuscule needs, Neither and ever infront of my very own sister; who'd herself undergone countless an ordeal; just in order to ensure that there always illuminated a smile on my face; and my parents as well as the world only looked at me, Neither and ever infront of my very own grandmother; who'd astoundingly awakened several a time in the wee hours of midnight; to cater to my every eccentric demand; ecstatically run with my baby legs for unending a distance; with only the moon as savior and her ailing sight, Neither and ever infront of my very own grandfather; who'd torrentially showered every conceivable gift on this planet upon my childish demands; many a time using droplets of his blood when his treasury of currency coin had disastrously exhausted, Neither and ever infront of my very own brother; who'd never left a single stone unturned in his endless search for me; as I timelessly wandered in fantasy amidst a sea of humans; at every perceivable direction of sound, Neither and ever infront of my very own uncle; who'd tirelessly spent every instant of his life; trying to keep me in the most euphoric of spirits; alleviate the inexplicable graves of depression that had sunk deep down into my soul, Neither and ever infront of my very own aunt; who'd loved and adored me more than her own children; proudly introducing me to her friends and the rest of the world; as the inimitable and very best, Neither and ever infront of my very own pet; who'd wagged his tail more ardently than the fierily mid-day Sun; everytime the nimble sound of my intricate feet tinkered near his ever-alert ears, Neither and ever infront of my very own shadow; who'd incorrigibly followed me since the first cry of ebullient life; unflinchingly agglutinated to me like a faithful soldier; irrespective of my sporadic moods and abuse, Neither and ever infront of my very own niece; who'd virtually exhausted every of her rhapsodic effort; to mischievously transform each tear-drop that dribbled from my eye; into a fountain of perennially fructifying love, Neither and ever infront of my very own cousin; who'd built countless a castle with me on the glistening sea shores; being always there as my best friend; when everyone else in the world had uncouthly abandoned me, Neither and ever infront of my very own dwelling; who'd invincibly sequestered me from the most ferocious of maelstrom and disaster; infallibly braved the most extreme wilderness of the sadistic night; whilst I slept in its interiors like an unparalleled crown prince, Neither and ever infront of my very own neighbor; who'd arrived by my side at the faintest of my cry; be it in the wee hours of night or when atrocious bombs rained left-right-center in wartime; who turned up when some of my closest of blood-relations had deserted me, Neither and ever infront of my very own heart; who'd perpetually stayed the closest to my inexplicably trembling chest; timelessly entwining every beat of my ordinarily destitute life with the spirit of immortal love, Neither and ever infront of my very own daughter; who'd forever given me infinite reasons to smile and remain alive; with her divinely inarticulate mumbling; which knew no barriers of caste; creed; religion; status or tribe, Neither and ever infront of my very own in-laws; who'd tolerated my every indescribable idiosyncrasy; shunting every aspect of my anomalous behavior with an unbreakable wall of silence, Neither and ever infront of my very own wife; who'd impregnably stood by my side in my times of good and bad; not inspiring me the slightest but yet and nevertheless resigning to her fate; and accepting me the way that I was, But.

If at all I wholeheartedly laughed; cried; sang; danced; joked; proliferated; sketched; poeticized; fantasized; liberated; evolved; adventured; slept; triumphed; flirted; wailed; whistled; lived and died; infront of somebody; then it was none else than the mosque of my Omnipotent Creator…. 31 THE ONLY WAY TO ATTAIN GOD… They indefatigably tried to win his heart; spuriously appease him by laying all the innocent flowers of this world at his perpetual feet; after barbarously plucking the same from their nimbly priceless roots, They tirelessly tried to win his heart; worthlessly appease him by laying an ocean of impeccable animal blood at his majestic feet; after indiscriminately slaughtering countless a goat and half asleep sheep, 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 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh 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.

33 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 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh irretrievable gory pieces---instead for this and to guaranteedly fulfill your every desire; just turn to the Creator of All—The Omnipotent Creator Divine… 35 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 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh 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…..