Life = Death - Volume 4 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

14. SUCCESS WOULD FOREVER BE YOURS 

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you always stay flagrantly disheartened; cursing even the most infinitesimal whiplash of wind; that brushed across your sullen cheeks ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you keep nonchalantly prattling about hedonistically lambasted misery; even in the most brilliantly majestic rays of the morning Sun ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you bizarrely ruminate about things which weren’t the slightest existing; whiling away countless hours of your life without any sagacious reason or rhyme ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you shudder to attempt innovations beyond the comprehensions of the conventional society; ghoulishly incarcerating yourself into webs of insane drudgery ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you succumb to the frenetic pace of the monotonous world outside; deliriously perceive only about the devil; about to

gruesomely land in your lap ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you miserably fail time and again even in the most harmonious of  your projects; pathetically stutter to rise to the absolute epitome of pristine prosperity ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you unrelentingly cry when the maelstrom strikes; shrink like an inconspicuously delinquent mosquito; into your malicious shell ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you lose your temper at the slightest of disparity in the atmosphere; vacillating like a frivolous feather in the aisles of uncertainty; for infinite more births of yours yet to unveil ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you baselessly groan at the tiniest of bruise; when the brutally scorched deserts at the same time didn’t utter a word; although they were torturously torched till eternity; in the sweltering Sun ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you nervously cogitate for space to survive; although you the flowers of the most majestically adorable castle;  profusely kissed you at the unfurling of every dawn ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you horrendously mess up even the most rustically lucid things in enigmatic existence; although timelessly proliferating

brain and brawn were unassailably on your side ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you clasp your nimble head as if a billion knives were stabbing you from all sides; whereas the planet unraveled into

shades of vividly burgeoning life; in every conceivable direction outside ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you accept nondescript defeat in every ingredient that enveloped your blood; even before you could leap a single stride

towards the heavens of inimitable triumph ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you dishearteningly trembled all spellbinding midnight; just to lecherously vomit in uncontrollable exasperation all throughout

the blazingly flamboyant day ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you slither aimlessly on obdurately heartless ground; even as you exerted your eyes to the most ultimate of your capacity; browsing through the definition of victory ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you fidget in the dungeons of decrepit oblivion; even as the most joyously infallible waves of freshness; insatiably

wanted to embrace you from all sides ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you feel preposterously blinded; even as the Omnipotent rays of unblemished Moon; celestially perpetuated you in the impeccable whites of your eyes ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you haplessly asphyxiate yourself to a gory death; even as the bountifully sacrosanct mantra of life; royally cascaded from the perennially Omnipresent skies ?

Well its simply because you solely depended upon your destiny a trifle too much; eventually transforming into a mountain without a peak when even the tiniest

of the astrologer’s prediction and the stars bizarrely betrayed you; whereas all that the Almighty Lord had commanded you; was to altruistically keep doing benign

deeds till your very last breath,

And then immortal success would forever be yours; without the most ethereal intervention of infidel destiny; and with the invincibly fructifying blessings

of his Omnipotent shine.