THE MOSQUE OF MY CREATOR

I saw it everyday from my window; profoundly admiring its

magnificent spires towering supremely high towards the sky,
I stared at it unrelentingly for marathon hours; meticulously
absorbing its stupendous grandeur; the shimmering steps that
led to the shrine,
I dreamt about it all throughout the night; fantasizing
incessantly about blending my life with the omnipotent aura it
generated,
I indefatigably counted the number of devotees entering its
sacrosanct chambers; prayed to the creator to satisfy all that
they had ever wanted,
I clasped both my hands in meek submission; knelt down on my
toes to wholesomely drown in the sounds of melodiously jingling
b bells,
I snapped countless photographs of it with my contemporary
camera; capturing its alluring charm in poignantly brilliant
sunlight; as well as under placid rays of the Silver moon,
I kissed its floor passionately; stood for fathomless days on the
trot in front of its Divine idol; lost in the eternal ramifications
which continuously radiated,
I spoke about it to every stranger I encountered; trying to spread
its immortal magic in as many individuals who were thoroughly
oblivious to its enchanting spirit,
I tried to perceive it in the most wonderful form that was ever
conceivable; epitomizing its marvelous beauty to the pinnacle of
my incomprehensible imagination,
I cleaned its ambience umpteenth number of times in a day with
austere antiseptic; ensuring that the even the last particle of
obnoxious dust was completely annihilated from its very roots,

I studied tirelessly in its incredulously cool interiors; letting the

waves from the sagacious deities overwhelmingly illuminate and
cleanse my mind,
I benevolently donated large sums of money; provided all that I
could to appease the diabolical hunger of the tyrannized urchins
aimlessly sobbing around its periphery,
I perspired like a bull in front of its gate; amicably welcoming all
who wanted to pay homage to the Gods,
I sprinkled perfumed water on the idols every dawn; embellished
each statue embedded inside with a resplendently fragrant
festoon of lotus flowers,
I embossed infinite lines of enigmatic poetry every unleashing
minute; in my modest attempt to portray its Omniscient essence
all throughout the colossal globe,
I tied a bunch of pious threads on my fist; disseminated the same
along with sacred vials containing ash to scores of followers
thronging its territories every hour,
I intractably refrained to erase it from my memory; even when I
left its premises embarking on a voyage for transient instants of
time,
I didnt spend even a single second in the day without cognizing
its spell binding beauty; inexorably stimulating every iota of my
brain to serve the Almighty in the best possible way,
And yet when I got up from my sleep in the sunny morning; the
very first thing that I did even before splashing water on my
face; was to add a pinch of its holy dust to my eyes; visit the
most adorable and revered MOSQUE OF MY ALLAH, THE
MOSQUE OF MY CREATOR.