When my heart ceased to function

When sensitive tunnels in my eardrum stopped
functioning,
amicable voices of chirping birds failed to cast an
impression,
stringent sounds emanating from vocal chords of my
mother,
struck me as inaudibly sedative whispers of the girl i
immensely loved.

as rosy pink fangs of my tongue shut down without
prior notice,
there were insatiable urges to demonstrate my
emotions,
my face contorted with hapless paralysis,
with my whole being plunging into opalescent fountains
bereft of water.

when indispensable centers of my vision rebuked to
function,
hazy blobs of grayish scarlet inundated my eyeball,
intricate outlines of the moon resembled disheveled
chunks of ice-cream,
the catastrophe had marooned me on a paradise of
dreams,
divested of the philanthropic power to see.

as my stolid pair of my feet brusquely froze in their
advancing tread,
minuscule distances of the city; loomed menacingly as
marathon race tracks,
the simplistic idea of walking seemed bizarrely
austere,
infinite compartments of my body tugged me towards
untimely slumber.

when clusters of my knotted fingers shunned to work,
mystical enigmas in my brain unleashed themselves at
frantic pace,
flowery lines of contemporary literature seemed to
erupt from my mouth,
with my manual apparatus unable to tranform fantasy
into written reality.

and eventually when boisterous threads of my heart
relinquished vibrations,
gallons of crimson blood flowing transited to deathly
blue,
rubicund complexion of my skin developed patches of
febrile yellow,
my moistened breath evaporated in its rudimentary
roots,
and i bid a tearful adieu to mother earth; which i had
inhabited as a man for
50 long years.

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