YES…

Written by Nikhil Parekh
August 12, 2008

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YES…

 

Do I write poetry to be in due obeisance of the Omnipotent Lord and

his perpetual Universe of effervescent creations; admire his

Omniscient glory which destined every life- beyond every science could

ever dare to be or do?

 

 Do I write poetry to slacken the strings of my otherwise frenetically

estranged heart; so that it commenced to sing the tunes of the most

bountifully mellifluous of an existence?

 

Do I write poetry to admire the fathomless terrains of lush green

grass and bizarre barrenness alike; which  maneuvered my brain to

perceive of the  stark candidness of God’s inscrutable creation?

 

Do I write poetry to languish in the aisles of unfettered desire;

fantasy and charm; as the ruthless monotony of the betraying planet

got more and more sinfully robotized outside?

 

Do I write poetry to celestially mollify the agony of my restlessly

bohemian fingers; which inherently felt that the best shape they could

ever give to blessed life-was in the form of surreal tantalizing

words?

 

Do I write poetry to paint the canvas of this triumphantly undying

Universe in an ocean of alphabets;  all of ravishing sizes; shapes and

forms to evolve the most royally vivid moments and memories of all

times?

 

Do I write poetry to tantalize every cranny of the living brain to

dream beyond realms of the unknown; take a much deserved break from

the rigmarole of survival and astoundingly levitate to the hilt of the

fantasy clouds?

 

Do I write poetry to metamorphose every soul inflamed in abhorrent

terrorism and gloom; into an evergreen field of miraculous flowers

which forever bloomed into the mists of love?

 

Do I write poetry to perennially tingle the chords of a flagrantly

dying imagination; to rise high and handsome from the fetid corpse and

emboss the definition of a whole new optimistic dawn with the imprint

of humanity?

 

Do I write poetry to grant even the most infinitesimal droplet of

sweat of my flailing form; the status of a King; a King who crafts his

own kingdom of desire with the insatiable intensity of his existence?

 

Do I write poetry to make love to every organism symbiotically alive;

as the poetic waterfall of infallible beauty; unflinchingly rose above

every circumcised definition of caste; creed; religion; color and

tribe—forever bonding with a united singleton mass of love?

 

Do I write poetry to rhapsodically transport into golden days of

childhood; bring out that very untamed freshness of innocuous creation

in every piece of verse that timeslessly yearns to trace its

quintessential roots?

 

Do I write poetry to do justice to the best asset of my life; which I

intrinsically believe has been bestowed upon me by the Omnipresent

Lord; and which I wanted to pursue since my very first fiery breath?

 

Do I write poetry to find what they called heavenly paradise after

death; right here in the throes of castrated confusion and sadistic

war; rampantly ravaging through the divinely fabric of mother soil?

 

Do I write poetry to pursue the inevitable magnetic pull towards every

nerve of my beleaguered persona; which solely led me into the

corridors of panoramic fantasy reigning supreme till the very end?

 

Do I write poetry to express the innermost feelings of my soul in the

most articulate manner possible; when whatever other expression that I

leaned upon– seemed a complete insane balderdash to the planet

outside?

 

Do I write poetry to woo the most horrendous of my foes to perpetually

unite with me; then undauntedly surge forward with them together to

befriend every despairing shadow out there; in the blessed cradle of

our love?

 

Do I write poetry to give back to the globe all the goodness that it

copiously sprinkled on me; made me feel worthwhile and alive whilst

finding my own foothold on ground; which by God’s grace was the very

foundation for all these poetic lines?

 

Do I write poetry to experience being the richest man alive till times

beyond infinity; irrespective of whether the markets rose or fall;

irrespective of whether there was a cloth on my body or not—simply

and solely based on the power of my effulgent thought?

 

Do I write poetry to live and to die without the tiniest of

hesitation; treat both these aspects of  unimpeachable existence

wondrously alike; and as the ultimate gifts from the heaven of the

Almighty Divine?

 

Well Well. Some of you would kill me or let me live irrespective of my

saying a “Yes” or “No” to all of the above….

 

So let me just “Live” or “Die” –whatever’s destined—by holding my

head high and equal amongst you. And  say what I’ve always wanted to

say. “YES”.

 

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