1. 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;
2. 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.
