Life = Death - Volume 1 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

26. HUMAN TENDENCY 

If I asked you to choose from verdant landscapes of the mountain; and the

blistering flames of fire,

I am sure you would prefer to philander through the leafy foliage; relishing the scent of newly born dew-drops.

If I asked you to choose from exotically flavored ice-cream; and fetid rivulets of debris gushing at vibrant velocities from the gutter,

I am sure you would prefer to nibble at the frozen cream; sipping it gently down the veins of your throat.

If I asked you to choose from the rollicking dolphins; and the ominously

gargantuan shark,

I am sure you would prefer to play with the dolphin; riding on its back with the frothy ocean waves striking your naked skin.

If I asked you to choose from a bed of flocculent skin; and the disdainfully

dangling century old cobweb,

I am sure you would prefer to blissfully sleep on the Dunlop; let the vibrations of fantasy take a stranglehold of your dreams.

If I asked you to choose from the scintillating oyster; and a string of profoundly venomous thorns,

I am sure you would prefer to explore the pearls incarcerated inside the shell; let their intense radiance add a sparkle to your dreary eyes.

If I asked you to choose from the crystalline streams of water; and fuming pints of hostile acid,

I am sure you would prefer to stand beneath the falls; enjoy the cool liquid cascade down your persona.

If I asked you to choose from a grandiloquent houseboat; and the unwashed

body of a stray pig,

I am sure you would prefer to romanticize in the aisles of desire; admire the

mystical view unfurl as the steamer traversed forward.

If I asked you to choose from the dwelling perched high up in the silken clouds; and the ghastly interiors of a Lions den,

I am sure you would prefer to float in the mesmerizing sky; rekindle your senses with every droplet of intermittent rain.

If I asked you to choose from perennial love; and a land of baseless hatred,

I am sure you would prefer to submerge yourself into the sweetness of sharing;

the immortal fruit of romance.

If I asked you to choose from your mother; and the uncouth society brutally whipping you at umpteenth quarters,

I am sure you would prefer to nestle in the arms of the entity who procreated

you; stare into her impeccable eyes for eternity.

If I asked you to choose from omnipotent God; and the hideously distorted long

toothed devil,

I am sure you would prefer to kneel down at the feet of the Creator; imbibe the essence of his ideals to propagate them far and wide in this world.

And If I asked you to choose from life; and gruesomely torturous death,

I am sure the human tendency in you would propel you to live; fight for

your survival; amidst an ambience blended with pure and adulterated mortals wandering around.