1 God - Poems on God , Creator - volume 1

THINK OF THE ALMIGHTY CREATOR

When you were exploring the mountains; think of the snow clad slopes; the colossal heights and exhilaration yet to be achieved,

When you were exploring the ocean; think of the resplendent scores of fish swimming around with uninhibited glee; the vivacious charisma of the frothy waters which struck you in boisterous tandem every minute,

When you were exploring the sky; think of the satiny conglomerate of clouds circumventing your body; the infinite number of fairies and angels residing

blissfully in cosmotic space,

When you were exploring the forests; think of the astounding fraternity of beasts that you were about to encounter; the boundless numbers of mystical webs which the spider had spun at every wooded inlet,

When you were exploring the corn fields; think of the farmer who had assiduously planted these countless saplings; the sporty grasshopper which played hide and

seek between the weeds,

When you were exploring the dungeons; think of the perennial darkness that lingered around; the enigmatically hooded serpent that sat majestically perched on the gargantuan pile of glittering gold,

When you were exploring the swanky office; think of the spuriously smiling boss sitting camouflaged behind the revolving chair; the incomprehensible number of

files and computers functioning to optimum ability all round the clock,

When you were exploring the brain; think of the incredulously charged up cells; the unfathomably exhaustive reservoir of memory and imagination that enabled a lean and rickety bodied man; to rule the entire world,

When you were exploring the royal palace; think of the kings and queens who must have adorned the diamond studded throne on their day; the legendary legacy they

bequeathed to their siblings even centuries after their death,

When you were exploring the roads; think about the incessant vehicle smoke that arose; the countless battalions of cars, scooters; the innocent pedestrians that trespassed unceasingly at every hour of the day and with every trickle of the night,

When you were exploring the gutters; think about the indefatigable number of squalid cockroach; the fat and parasitic leech which furtively oozed out from all corners to feast on innocuous blood and flesh,

When you were exploring the dictionary; think of the unsurpassable number of words that you were going to browse through; the stupendously enamoring meaning

that each page conveyed to enlighten your dreary senses,

When you were exploring the temple; think of the sacrosanct idols which were embodied inside; the omnipotent aura which they generated as you sedately passed them by,

When you were exploring the century old Banyan tree; think of the host of palpable organisms who had made it their dwelling place; the enchantingly entwined roots that dangled freely to give bored people a hearty swing,

When you were exploring the magnificently alluring building; think of the synchronized configuration of handsome bricks which fortified it from the outside;

the labyrinth of rooms and space which incorporated its strong belly,

When you were exploring the caves replete with frozen ice-cream; think of the slender icicles that were suspended languidly from the ceiling; the enormous amounts of titillating snow that that besieged every iota of free space,