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;
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.