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Life = Death – volume 4 – Poems on Life , Death

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English Poetry

Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh

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About The Poetry Book

This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 4 of the Book titled – Life = Death – Poems on Life , Death ( 1200 pages ) . This enigmatic collection of poems explores and equates the boundless possibilities of life and death and delves into each intricate inexplicability of survival. Parekh’s roving philosophical eye brings the unconquerable richness of life to the fore and yet at the same time explicitly highlights the veracity of ‘death’ as the absolute certainty of every existence. The poet joyously celebrates the occasions of both life and death with equal panache in each poetic stanza sewn with the uncanny mysteries of this Universe. The poems within immortalize both life and death as the ultimate victories and the two most contrastingly amazing and divine sides of creation. Catapulting the reader to the threshold of ultimate ecstasy; they bring about an impromptu twist with the closure of breath and what lies beyond. This charismatically woven collection of poetic verse would equally enamor the narcissist as well as the simple humanitarian to the core.

This book is a humble attempt to enlighten the readers with the equality of life and death-and to live in both of them to the most unparalleled fullest. Embracing only the religion of humanity, as the Lord has commanded every living being on earth. You cant die in life and cant live in death-each of these components are irrefutably equal in every respect and should be worshipped with due obeisance.

CONTENTS

1. NEITHER COULD LIFE STOP DEATH; NEITHER COULD DEATH STOP LIFE.
2. THE OTHER NAME OF LIFE
3. POURED
4. SOMETHING THAT POURS FROM THE HEART
5. SMALL BOX OF MATCHSTICKS
6. WALKING STICK
7. ACCEPT ME
8. REALIZATION
9. BLOCKED NOSE
10. NO BRAKES ON LOVE
11. SIMPLY THE BEST
12. BENEATH YOUR HEART
13. THE HUMAN MIND IS UNBELIEVABLE
14. SUCCESS WOULD FOREVER BE YOURS
15. FOREVER AN ARTIST
JUST BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T IN THE MOOD
16. TIME- AN UNSTOPPABLE WHIRLWIND
17. MAJESTICALLY TANNED
18. EQUALLY INTOLERABLE
19. TALENT WITHOUT DETERMINATION
20. MAN OF THE MOMENT
21. AN INFINITE LIVES; AN INFINITE DEATHS
22. IF THE CLOUDS SHOWERED GOLD INSTEAD OF RAIN
23. ONLY THOSE – PART 2
24. WHERE ON EARTH CAN I FIND
25. BEAUTY NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED
26. THE TRUE SPIRIT OF LIFE
27. IN MY DREAMS
28. IT WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL
29. ONLY AFTER
30. GRILLS
31. AFTER A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP
32. IN THE EYES OF HATRED
33. CONTROL IT
34. NOT A PENNY MORE; NOT A PENNY LESS.
35. INIMITABLY INFALLIBLE FANTASY
36. FINDING HEAVEN ON EARTH- IN THE PROSTITUTE’S FORM
37. PERPETUALLY AND EXTRAORDINARILY SPICY
38. TRY AND LIVE WITH IT INSTEAD
39. WHY JUST ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ ONCE A YEAR?
40. O! BLESSED WRITER !
41. PLEASE REMEMBER ALL THE ANSWERS
42. IN THE CURRENT MOMENT
43. AFTER BATHING IN THE FIRST SHOWERS OF PRICELESS RAIN
44. WHO SAYS THAT THE PHOTOGRAPH WAS LIFELESS ?
45. TRUTH REMAINS TRUTH FOREVER
46. WHY ARE YOU BOTHERED ?
47. UNTIL AND UNLESS
48. FEATHERS
49. I HATE THE HIGH SOCIETY
50. JUST A BEAT

1. NEITHER COULD LIFE STOP DEATH; NEITHER COULD DEATH STOP LIFE.

Neither could rain stop abominably heartless drought whenever it is destined; nor could any drought in anyways put brakes upon bountifully utopian rain; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is majestically destined,

Neither could truth stop horrifically demented lies whenever it is destined; nor could any lies in anyways put brakes upon triumphantly unflinching truth; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is bounteously destined,

Neither could child birth stop bizarrely sadistic impotency whenever it is destined; nor could any impotency in anyways put brakes upon amazingly unassailable child birth; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is exuberantly destined,

Neither could the Sun stop frigidly numbing snow whenever it is destined; nor could any snow in anyways put brakes upon the Omnipotently blazing Sun; whenever it’s inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is wondrously destined,

Neither could the Lotus stop dolorously asphyxiating stench whenever it is destined; nor could any stench in anyways put brakes upon the aristocratically blossoming and redolent Lotus; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is invincibly destined,

Neither could Kingliness stop demonically beheading poverty whenever it is destined; nor could any poverty in anyways put brakes upon unsurpassably opulent Kingliness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is eternally destined,

Neither could goodness stop hedonistically murderous evil whenever it is destined; nor could any evil in anyways put brakes upon miraculously ameliorating goodness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is infallibly destined,

Neither could evolution stop manipulatively politicized monotony whenever it is destined; nor could any monotony in anyways put brakes upon freshly spell-binding evolution; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is enchantingly destined,

Neither could happiness stop inexplicably aggrieved tears whenever they’re destined; nor could any tears in anyways put brakes upon impregnably philanthropic happiness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is jubilantly destined,

Neither could perseverance stop amorphously carcinogenic spirits whenever they’re destined; nor could any spirit in anyways put brakes upon victoriously peerless perseverance; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is insuperably destined,

Neither could simplicity stop lackadaisically worthless pompousness whenever it is destined; nor could any pompousness in anyways put brakes upon celestially enamoring simplicity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is ubiquitously destined,

Neither could Luck stop horrifically ghastly accidents whenever they’re destined; nor could any accident in anyways put brakes upon bountifully unconquerable luck; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is consummately destined,

Neither could silence stop satanically crucifying screams whenever they’re destined; nor could any scream in anyways put brakes upon magically stupefying silence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is euphorically destined,

Neither could day stop ghoulishly plundering night whenever it is destined; nor could any night in anyways put brakes upon the perpetually winning day; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is spell-bindingly destined,

Neither could humanity stop gorily devastating war whenever it is destined; nor could any war in anyways put brakes upon everlastingly priceless and uniting humanity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is effulgently destined,

Neither could devotion stop lividly profane infidelity whenever it is destined; nor could any infidelity in anyways put brakes upon unshakably faithful devotion; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is holistically destined,

Neither could innocence stop maliciously perilous adultery whenever it is destined; nor could any adultery in anyways put brakes upon divinely virgin innocence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is beautifully destined,

Neither could righteousness stop deliriously febrile parasites whenever they’re destined; nor could any parasites in anyways put brakes upon truthfully blessing righteousness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is spectacularly destined,

Neither could life stop torturously annihilating death whenever it is destined; nor could any death in anyways put brakes upon the chapters of vivaciously iridescent and immortal life; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is heavenly destined.

2. THE OTHER NAME OF LIFE

The other name of life; is to spawn into a rhapsodically fresh beginning every unfurling minute of the day; although your past might have indiscriminately pulverized you with an infinite whiplashes of abuse and hedonistic disdain,

The other name of life; is to unfurl into an unsurpassable festoon of resplendently vivacious color; be enamored by the fathomlessly panoramic gorges of Almighty Lord; even while you were in drearily subjugated sleep,

The other name of life; is to frolic in the aisles of rapaciously uncontrollable desire; kiss the most unprecedented apogees of success; even when you felt you were being ruthlessly gored by the ferociously decimating bull,

The other name of life; is to unflinchingly confront the most venomous juggernaut of the evil; perennially smiling with the blessings of the Omnipotent divine,

The other name of life; is to metamorphose even the most ethereal trace of deliriously pernicious insanity; into an unrelenting tornado of exuberantly mesmerizing freshness,

The other name of life; is to uninhibitedly philander under the perpetually blazing rays of the Omniscient Sun; enlightening every dwelling besieged with cancerously arcane despair; even though you were standing beside your veritable shivering grave,

The other name of life; is to symbiotically prosper arm in arm with every echelon of living kind and holistic society; melanging every conceivable color under the Sun; with the religion of unconquerable humanity,

The other name of life; is to keep perennially blossoming into a civilization of fructifying virility; boundless kilometers away from the tombstones of morbidly decrepit manipulation and baselessly lugubrious prejudice,

The other name of life; is to assimilate all goodness that you could fathom from the enchantingly spell binding atmosphere; ubiquitously sprinkle and bestow the same upon every entity that you encountered in your enigmatic way,

The other name of life; is to keep relentlessly blazing like into a whirlpool of artistically untamed exoticism; even as avalanches of grumpily sodomizing politics tried to slander and lethally incarcerate you from all sides,

The other name of life; is to regally lead each unfurling moment that unleashed your way to the most aristocratic limits; and limitlessly ensure the same to every bereaved organism; who was frantically struggling to be alive

The other name of life; is to tirelessly spawn like the poignantly seductive dewdrop; even though it was well past the heart of gruesomely tyrannizing midnight,

The other name of life; is to indomitably stand for the unassailably righteous redolence of Omnipresent truth; overtopple the monsters of hell; with the sword
of timelessly sacrosanct unity,

The other name of life; is to indefatigably march on the mission to bond all estranged and disparagingly staggering mankind; with threads of unbreakably euphoric and propitiously beautiful camaraderie,

The other name of life; is to soar like a handsomely unblemished prince through the heavens of bountiful oneness; blissfully perpetuate the mantra of iridescent sharing; amongst all cold-bloodedly dreadful parasites,

The other name of life; is to unstoppably innovate a civilization of peerless jubilation all the time; trigger the element of congenital restlessness in your soul; to harness the most enthrallingly optimum of even the most frigid bits of lackadaisical space,

The other name of life; is to be a messiah of all opprobriously decaying living kind; dissipating the unfathomably majestic energy of your persona; to give birth to an immortally optimistic tomorrow,

The other name of life; is to take birth an infinite times again and again and again; for the beloved whom you had wholesomely dedicated your this life to,

And the other name of life; is to always follow the inner most voices of your heart; coalesce even the most diminutive ingredient of your blood with the spirit of divinely compassionate sensuality; even as the entire uncouthly monotonous world outside treated you as the devil’s wife.

3. POURED

The conglomerate of sinister black clouds in the cosmos; poured cloudbursts of torrential rain,

The blazing body of flamboyantly ferocious Sun; poureda garland of profoundly enchanting and fulminating light,

The voluptuously crested nightingale seated on the fir tree; poured a stream of seductively melodious sounds,

The lanky candlestick sizzling in an inferno of handsomely dancing flames; poured an unrelenting river of delectably pearly wax,

The Moon tantalizingly impregnated amidst the quilt of resplendent stars; poured an ocean of uninhibited and milky white beams,

The island of alluringly scarlet roses; poured a valley of stupendously wonderful and exotic redolence,

The oyster held up high in the sky; poured an incredulously enticing volley
of immaculately captivating pearls,

The mind at absolute bliss; poured an unfathomable terrain of emphatically varied and enigmatically tingling fantasy,

The fountain pen inundated with sapphire pools of poignant ink; poured a royal lake of majestically embellished and passionate words,

The cat perched agitatedly on the spiky fence; poured an innocuous string of yelps and effusive “Meows”, The gigantic tree standing domineeringly on the isolated hill; poured a cavalcade of rhapsodic berries and bountiful fruits,

The mouth at divinely harmony; poured a tunnel of mesmerizing sound and fabulously fascinating rhyme,

The eye encapsulated by astronomically escalating jubilation; poured a rainbow of ebulliently glistening tears,

The body inevitably imprisoned by a whirlpool of tumultuously fiery romance; poured a waterfall of overwhelmingly volatile sweat,

The scores of Mother cow’s marching placidly through the meadows; poured painstakingly a lake of impeccably frosty and celestial milk,

The wedding album lying obsolete for decades on the profusely dusty shelf; poured a tale of nostalgically animated fantasy which permeated through the inner most compartments of my soul,

The wildly philandering panther; poured a tale of thunderously deafening roar; petrifying even the most minuscule of organism in vicinity till the last bone down their spine,

The nose drowned in unprecedentedly obsessive compassion; poured a dungeon of piquantly pepped up and moist air,

And the heart ever since the time it had started to throb; ever since the time it had first palpitated to commence beautiful life; poured only immortal love; would continue to do so intensifying with each beat; even after the world comes to an abrupt end.

4. SOMETHING THAT POURS FROM THE HEART

Poetry is something as mystical as the mountains; shimmering majestically on the rivers in diffused beams of brilliant Sunshine,

Poetry is something as astonishing as the glittering gold biscuits entrenched deep beneath earth; emanating a profound glow that blended poignantly with the
atmosphere,

Poetry is something as ingratiating as the hissing serpent; deluging the morbid ambience around with overwhelming exhilaration,

Poetry is something as ravishing as the blossoming petals of rubicund rose; wafting its essence ubiquitously through all continents of this colossal Universe,

Poetry is something as grandiloquent as the incredulously embellished castle; offering an abode to anyone afflicted by inexplicable distress,

Poetry is something as vivacious as the magnificently swirling ocean; with each of its tangy waves fulminating into a blanket of pungent froth,

Poetry is something as magnanimous as the clouds; which bless the parched soil and ground with torrential showers of mesmerizing rain,

Poetry is something as resplendent as the fathomless rainbow; dissipating into vibrant shades of magnificently animated color,

Poetry is something as exuberant as the cheekily dancing peacock; incarcerating millions in its stupendously enamoring swirl,

Poetry is something as innocuous as the new born infant; touching the hearts of even the most diabolical with irrefutable ardor,

Poetry is something as soft as voluptuously woven pure silk; exquisitely binding every religion prevalent on this planet,

Poetry is something as ingenious as the bubbling buds of mushroom; evolving into celestial sprouts of wonderful white,

Poetry is something as invincible as immortal love; not bound by any spurious intricacy of the monotonous outside world,

Poetry is something as flamboyant as the fiery Sun; diffusing its sweltering rays to stringently sizzle even the tiniest nook and cranny of this globe,

Poetry is something as sweet as delectable crusts of brown chocolate; arousing the most dormantly dead senses in the body, with unprecedented amounts of
rejuvenated vigor,

Poetry is something as exotic as the alluring dancers nimble footsteps; that keep reverberating for times immemorial; even after she relinquished to perform,

Poetry is something as sacrosanct as the holistic cows pearly milk; paving a path of impeccable truth in whosoever who fervently witnesses it,

Poetry is something as thunderous as the cyclonic sandstorm; which swept incessantly with passionate strokes every day across the boundlessly
barren deserts,

Poetry is as swarming as the rambunctious beehives; occupied by countless bees indefatigably busy in spinning tons of golden honey,

And for me poetry is entirely independent of rhyme; meter; structure; mending; tailoring; crisping; written in the most incredulous forms possible; irrespective of age; language; caste; creed or race; O! yes poetry for me is something that pours directly from the heart.

5. SMALL BOX OF MATCHSTICKS

Don’t just consider them to be lifeless pieces of wood; soggy and extruding black beads of stingy coal,

Don’t just consider them to be a minuscule strand of orphaned stick; lying obsolete on the streets awaiting ardently to be kicked,

Don’t just consider them to be a neglected trash lying dilapidated in the dustbin; rotting in morbidly insipid gloom,

Don’t just consider them to be a soiled wire coalesced in an obnoxious heap with the squalid soil; being trampled infinite times in a single day,

Don’t just consider them to be an incoherent needle; a chunk of worthless shit strewn rampantly amongst the proliferating wilderness,

Don’t just consider them to be a dreary speck; emanating an incredulously ghoulish odor in the placid atmosphere,

Don’t just consider them to be brutally squelched left overs of furniture; wailing miserably under the uncannily shimmering beams of moon,

Don’t just consider them to be worthless beads of profusely broken thorns; burying infinite feet beneath the earth at the slightest of shoving,

Don’t just consider them to be globs of savagely pulverized saw dust; having absolutely no complete entity of their own,

Don’t just consider them to be coating of a dolorously decaying bone; disdainfully polluting the entire area which they infinitesimally inhabited,

Don’t just consider them to be diminutive ants with a black ghastly head; staring indefatigably at each other in nervous exhilaration,

Don’t just consider them to be an insipid follicle of hair; shattering into boundless fragments of dirt the instant one inadvertently caressed them,

Don’t just consider them to be a lifeless skin of vegetable; waiting in overwhelming anticipation to be dumped into the farthest corner of the city gutter,

Don’t just consider them to be shivering crusts of stale bread; blowing away to fathomless kilometers of distance with the tiniest draught of exuberant wind,

Don’t just consider them to be a minuscule thread smaller than the key hole; possessing a life of less than even a whole minute,

Don’t just consider them to be a favorite meal for the woodpecker; devouring their entire countenance in a singly gulp of its mighty beak,

Don’t just consider them to be a horrendously distorted wire with no electricity; hiding themselves way beneath the mud as the sun came out sweltering from the blazing sky,

And don’t just consider them to be without a meaning or value in this colossal world; selling at the most threadbare rates in the contemporary market,

For all they needed was just a tiny bellow of air; an incomprehensibly frigid rubbing against abraded stone; and then my small box of matchsticks, had the prowess to char blissful territories into veritable graveyards; laugh to their hearts content; as the so called planet which had once ridiculed them; was now nothing but a ball of diabolically rising flames.

6. WALKING STICK

He held me solidly in his egalitarian palms; sometimes making me almost strangulate for mouthfuls of inevitable breath,

He caressed me every now and then on the cold ground; let beads of his passionate sweat dribble down my persona with nonchalant ease,

He raised me in exuberance towards the glittering blanket of stars; incessantly narrating mystical tales of this Universe to the flurry of innocuous children,

He dug inconspicuous holes with my mouth trudging soft soil; embossing intriguing shapes in the mud to amuse the dormant compartments of his weary mind,

He danced with tears of euphoria pouring down his cheeks; waving me in placid sheets of air; as he nostalgically reminisced the days when he was a cheeky child,

He banged me boundless number of times in ghastly darkness; endeavoring his best to gain an upper hand over the diabolically satanic night,

He flamboyantly marched clutching me with authority to his wrinkled fingers; attending to the battalion of alien delegates with astronomically stoical ease and
inherent charm,

He polished me ardently with the most stupendous quality of wax; painted me in a festoon of vivaciously gaudy color to match his every dress,

He starved me to unprecedented limits; with the only meal that I saliently cherished being the compassionate bellow of warmth imparted by his magical hands,

He swung me violently in all directions when attacked; defending his divinely countenance with the formidable tenacity in my body,

He fidgeted indefatigably with my nose; cuddling and scratching me rampantly when confronted with disdainful bouts of perpetual boredom,

He kept me bereft of the tiniest of cloth; left me shivering with the austere winds slapping me ruthlessly at all quarters; as he silently snored in his afternoon nap,

He occasionally placed me over his colossal ocean of personal belongings; which had taken an entire lifetime for him to perseveringly amass,

He inverted my body every now and again; mischievously smiling with his lips outstretched; as I insatiably cried to once again come back up,

He sometimes inadvertently forgot to carry me; but soon realized my overwhelming importance; as fate made him stumble down on every unveiling step,

He carried me on his head time and again to replicate a circus clown; propel all in vicinity to thunderously laugh till they fell in dreary exhaustion,

He many a moment called me by the names he adored; kissing me gently on my nape as people around him had long gone,

He grasped me the first thing as he awoke at the crack of ethereal dawn; even before he advanced on his journey to the rustic lavatory,

My master was a complete hundred years of age; and for him I wasn’t just a mere walking stick ; but a thing he kept close to his dwindling chest all day and night; an object he considered the most cherished to his everlastingly youthful heart; a sword that would protect him from the uncouth world; just as he was
about to utter his last shout.

7. ACCEPT ME

Accept me for my candid perceptions; the heart that still palpitated more passionately in my chest than the most tumultuous of thunderstorm,
Accept me for my diminutive stature; the unflinching ability with which I could still face the most threatening of disaster,
Accept me for my incongruously bearded cheeks; the crispness in my voice that still had the power to pacify hordes of; overwhelmingly agitated masses,
Accept me for my flurry of profusely lazy habits; the alacrity with which my mind still functioned after midnight,
Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not what I couldn’t be.

Accept me for my ugly contoured face; the exorbitant charisma that still flowed uninhibitedly in each of my tear drop,
Accept me for my insurmountably penurious disposition; the richness that still circumvented my conscience which was greater than any living being on this earth,
Accept me for my disastrously broken leg; the Herculean power that still encapsulated my palms; with which I could take on the mantle of this entire
Universe,
Accept me for my disdainfully deafening snoring; the unsurpassable compassion I still generated by indefatigably fantasizing about you all throughout the night,
Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not what I couldn’t be.

Accept me for my pathetically fading vision; the unfathomable sense or perception that still reigned supreme; triggering me to see even better than those having complete sight,
Accept me for my inherent virtue of speaking the irrefutable truth; the incomprehensible tenacity I still possessed to face the aftermath of violent death,
Accept me for my unrelenting faith in God; the religion of humanity I still propagated in each continent and free space sprawled over this earth,
Accept me for not bathing scrupulously at the unveiling of ethereal dawn; the holistic purity that still enveloped my mind; body and soul; to make the world a paradise to live,
Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not what I couldn’t be.

Accept me for utterly outlandish set of ideals I stringently adhered too; the virtue of benevolence which still reigned stupendously supreme in my animate countenance,
Accept me for defying the conventionally monotonous society; the twin meals of bread and butter I still earned; in order to blissfully suffice me and my adorable family,
Accept me for choosing the road which was the darkest and the most obsolete; the optimistic beams of hope I still conjured; as I emerged out victorious from the tunnel of despair,
Accept me for staring relentlessly towards the carpet of blue sky; the resplendent festoon of stars that I still got on earth; to majestically illuminate its every enchanting night,
Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not what I couldn’t be.

8. REALIZATION

Concentration gives you the power to dynamically leap forward; solve the most inexplicable enigma of monotonous life,

Frustration renders you with an utter helplessness; which you find difficult to shrug off despite the most Herculean of your attempts to fight against time,

Sedation makes you blissfully sleep and insurmountably fantasize; making you overwhelmingly oblivious to the most stringent of your surroundings; the instant you awoke,

Imagination gives you the stupendous virtue to be prudent; perceive the most hideously evil situation; well ahead of the unfurling decade,

Innovation bestows you with a sense of wholehearted accomplishment; an insatiable urge to exist with waves of ingenious imagery perpetually perpetrating your persona,

Fascination gives you the prowess to feel incomprehensibly celestial; amuse yourself each moment to soar high and abreast with the silken cocoon of blue clouds,

Consternation leaves you open mouthed in unsurpassable disbelief; evacuating the last ounce of wind which circulated rampantly round your robust body,

Tension renders you with dolorously morbid sorrow; ruthlessly assassinating boundless movements of your present day and fathomless minutes of every sweltering night,

Exultation engenders you to bounce euphorically towards the blazing Sun; glistening globules of sheer ecstasy dribbling rhapsodically down your cheeks,

Indentation leaves you with a flurry of ungainly scars; inconspicuously disrupts the heavenly contours of your majestic countenance,

Desperation gives you countless reasons to die; end your tranquil breath by plunging into an island of inevitably sinking sand,

Infection renders you with a lingering sickness; an obnoxiously gruesome taste in your mouth that shatters your delectable premonitions of a harmonious existence,

Inception gifts you the tenacity to conceive higher than the beyond; euphorically enjoy the sweet fruits of creation to the most unprecedented limits,

Emancipation imparts you with a saintly solitude; along with a perennial rest to
your manipulatively swirling mind,

Perspiration triggers in you an unfathomable compassion; the inexorably gratifying satisfaction to relish at the end of the valiantly hard fought day,

Expectation leaves you with unwanted anxiety; a relentless craving for witnessing the ultimate unleash right before your emphatic eyes,

Electrocution freezes you in your very roots; satanically annihilating the minutest trace of breath encapsulating your oligarchic demeanor,

Abortion penalizes you to the most supreme degree; slapping your visage mercilessly for exonerating God’s most precious gift to mankind,

Illumination leads you to the realms of ebulliently optimistic hope; dauntingly wading past of sea of diabolical despair; into the doorstep of a vivaciously vibrant tomorrow,

Condemnation leads to suicidal tendencies which pertinently circulate in your mind; an hopeless future which has no happy horizons at all,

Opposition renders your soul with a sense of hearty contentment; immensely fortifying faith in your own set of resilient ideals,

Deception leads you with a place nowhere to run on this boundless planet; getting brutally incarcerated in the end in your trap of irrevocable lies,

Affection grants you with supremely undeniable happiness; the desire to live for your benevolently breathing fellow beings,

And Realization makes you greater than the Divine; granting you with the irrefutable power to metamorphose all your treacherously sinful past into a mesmerizing festoon of infinite more positive tomorrow’s.

9. BLOCKED NOSE

Ordinarily I would have heard the sound humming several kilometers away; with my lobes flapping lazily in temperate cocoons of air,
But today I snored thunderously expending my lungs to the most unprecedented capacity; even when a battalion of savage panthers roared menacingly into my ears.

Ordinarily I would have smelt food even when in the heart of deep sleep; insatiably drawn towards it like bolts of white lightening plummeting down from the sky,
But today I presumed it to be slabs of ghoulish stone; infinite daggers ready to permeate my skin; as I trespassed past it with tears of exasperation flooding my eyes.

Ordinarily I would have forgiven hordes of pertinent children fiddling around me; entirely overlooking their flurry of innocuously mischievous gestures; as they naughtily plucked my hair,
But today I ran with a broomstick in my hands; shooing them away to the most fathomless limits as they cast the most evanescent of shadow into my sacred
territory.

Ordinarily I would have waited for times immemorial to hear the voice of the nightingale; blissfully inhaling mountainfulls of mesmerizing air into the voluptuous jacket of my lungs,
But today I beat my fists left; right and center; almost fractured my palms into countless pieces; waiting in frantic desperation for the bird to arrive.

Ordinarily I would have drifted into a land of insurmountably tantalizing fantasy as I philandered freely in a garden of seductive roses; nimbly caressing the ravishing festoon of crimson petals,
But today I ruthlessly ripped the shrub from its tiniest of root; stashed it uncouthly into the realms of the dilapidated dustbin; for making me deafeningly sneeze.

Ordinarily I would have profoundly engrossed myself into the beauty of the brilliantly dazzling Sun; relentlessly admiring the infinite myriad of its sweltering beams; which magnificently sizzled the gloomy planet,
But today I ran maniacally into the cloistered room; miserably shoved my head under the flimsy blanket; encapsulated my entire caricature with straw; from the most inconspicuous rays of the outside world.

Ordinarily I would have taken inexorably meticulous care in sorting out the coat of grey; scattered frugally on the trajectory of my leaning scalp,
But today I made myself gruesomely bald; tearing apart the exotic follicles in a single stretch like an insane lunatic; slithering in the corridors of hopeless captivity.

Ordinarily I would have obediently followed each of my boss’s commands; stooping humbly in front of his domineering demeanor; enticing him in giving me a robust increment,
But today I kicked him satanically in his backside for not catering to my needs; hurtled the colossal sheaf of papers right into the white’s of his eye; along with the stale cup of coffee he stingily fed me for refreshment.

Ordinarily I would have desired that life continued till times unsurpassable; with each minute unveiling into blissful shades of tranquilly placid existence,
But today I wanted to sky rocket to my last day of survival; completely disappear for eternity into traces of cold air; rather than blowing my nose raw; expelling a slurry of alien matter in astronomical tons by the unfurling second; bearing inevitably with the tyranny of a blocked nose.

10. NO BRAKES ON LOVE

Put brakes on the sky; if it rains indefatigably; inundating innocent patches of land with ominous waves of flood water,

Put brakes on the volcano; if it fulminates incessantly out of the earth’s belly; gruesomely charring every visible entity in vicinity to inconspicuous bits of ash,

Put brakes on the car; if it escalates beyond the point of no control; ricochets uncontrollably towards the precariously poised and hideously gleaming mountain rail,

Put brakes on the couple; if they indiscriminately break laws of nature by delivering a boundless battalion of children; invidiously harbor the treacherous virtues of poverty and despicable unemployment,

Put brakes on the ominously swirling whirlpool; if it becomes lethal for survival; insidiously gobbling innocuous children of God; in its vindictive rage,

Put brakes on the heat; if it mercilessly scorches blissful territories of green grass; torments impeccable traces of life for droplets of indispensable water,

Put brakes on the mind; if it proves self destructive; heinously strangulates the divinely melody of existence with its myriad of abysmally baseless forms,

Put brakes on the mouth; if it starts to blabber incoherent cacophony; wails for spurious sympathy; when infact the world was rapidly fading outside,

Put brakes on the lion; if it metamorphoses into a man-eater; relentlessly planning to assassinate blessed civilization; in the barbaric fury of its satanically glaring jaws,

Put brakes on the ocean of lies; if it starts to become an overwhelming pain in the conscience; proves as a deplorable barricade in every aspect of life,

Put brakes on the tears; if they kept oozing tirelessly all night; with the mind about to shatter and wholesomely decimate in hysterical agony,

Put brakes on laughter; if it augments infectiously by the unleashing second; portrays a diabolically wretched sight; as someone was being cremated to the grave,

Put brakes on the fingers; if they rise for achieving savage things in life; show an unprecedented obsession to grab God’s molecules by the throat,

Put brakes on the superfluous repertoire of rituals; if they start to prove as an acrimonious thorn in the path of unfathomably ardent passion,

Put brakes on the diminutively obnoxious mosquito; if it tries to suck heavenly streams of scarlet blood; hovers menacingly around the eardrum; in order to
placate its parasitic gluttony,

Put brakes on the criminals; if their appallingly wicked ideas make life hell for; true masses of philanthropically benevolent mankind,

Put brakes on the alarm clock; if it blew its cacophonic sounds beyond the ceiling; awoke man from the dormitories of enchanting fantasy and blissful sleep,

Put brakes on the devastating earthquake; if it engendered colossal buildings to crumble like a box of matchsticks; indiscriminately pulverizing a township
of robust humans into threadbare strands of bone and raw brutal pulp,

Put brakes on breath; if Man started to feel that he was an entity greater than Omnipresent God; started to deliberately violate the universal religion of humanity,

But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Lord; to refrain from putting brakes on love; for although I might be oblivious to infinite things on this unsurpassable planet; but I do know that its immortally sacrosanct essence was the only thing that existed in your land; had lived since centuries unprecedented in your mesmerizing paradise called sky.

11. SIMPLY THE BEST

Overwhelmingly simplistic; yet the most priceless in the entire Universe,

Insurmountably humble; yet the most prolifically talked about from every mouth,

Harmlessly diminutive; yet the most passionately fulminating towards vivacious bits of blue sky,

Imprisoned in perpetual darkness; yet more flamboyantly blistering than the
dazzling body of Sun,

Enveloped by an ocean of blood; yet instilling compassionate traces of life in whomsoever it encountered,

Bereft of any fragrance; yet propagating its stupendously sacrosanct scent ubiquitously throughout the planet,

Rising and falling placidly like the Moon; yet able to capture every tangible entity in the tumultuous agony of its volcanic swirl,

Not possessed by any fraternity of shape; yet worshipped as the most invincible fortress since centuries immemorial,

Wholesomely devoid of the most minuscule of embellishment; yet the most cherishable ornament of every individual since the first cry of fresh life,

Irrefutably riveted to a singleton place all its life; yet finding an immortally dominant place in every cranny of cosmotic space,

Incomprehensibly without the most tiniest coating of currency coin; yet saluted as the richest of all on the trajectory of this boundless globe,

Philanthropically feather tipped; yet inexorably deluged with an unsurpassable myriad of emotions that lingered in every corner of this planet,

Completely mute and without the most infinitesimal of voice; yet able to pacify the anguished apprehensions of countless beings with an unbelievably astounding calm,

Working indefatigably all day and night; yet fantasizing to the most unprecedented limits with the uncannily innocuous prowess of a mischievously bouncing infant,

Residing in an ocean of stark blackness; yet illuminating the lives of those in inexplicable despair; with optimistic beams of golden light,

Bestowed upon with an abysmally tiny height; yet triggering off dreams beyond fathomless horizons of the sky,

Comprising of just five alphabets; yet encompassing every word in this world in its profusely ardent repertoire,

And throbbing incessantly in times of love; distress; betrayal and obsolete doom; perpetually spreading the melody of its poignant intensity even after veritable death; the human heart is simply the best.

12. BENEATH YOUR HEART

Beneath your complexion which appeared blacker than the sootiest of coal; there lay an ocean of impeccable whiteness and exotic calm,

Beneath your lips which looked disastrously cracked at their lackadaisical contours; there lay mesmerizing fountains of luscious exuberance,

Beneath your eyes which appeared perpetually blind; lay encapsulated the astounding beauty of this colossal Universe; with its myriad of forms tantalizing me every unfurling second,

Beneath your hands which looked overwhelmingly indigenous and rustic; there lay the sacrosanct essence of heart rendering sacrifice,

Beneath your forehead which appeared to be more blunt than bedraggled stone; there lay a mountain of invincible ideas; which kept swirling towards cosmotic space as the moments unveiled,

Beneath your hair which looked like a gruesomely dead cat’s tail; there lay an everlasting tunnel of voluptuous mysticism; a ravishing path on which none had tread,

Beneath your cheeks which appeared like savagely squashed tomato curry; there lay incarcerated the boisterous enchantment of an innocuously new born child,

Beneath your skin which looked like buried boundless feet under the grave; there lay fathomless rainbows from the azure sky; enlightening me profusely on each bit of mud I holistically caressed,

Beneath your armpits which appeared pathetically deluged with obnoxious ponds of sour sweat; there lay embedded the most stupendously fragrant scent on this planet; tickling me beyond the realms of unfathomable fascination,

Beneath your ears which looked more bitten than the satanically ripped shirt; there lay infinite sounds lingering profoundly in this vast world; melodiously enveloping my dreary soul,

Beneath your bones which appeared to be protruding lifelessly into the atmosphere; there lay the indomitable march towards triumph; the ardor to survive in the most treacherously insidious times,

Beneath your tears which looked like a colorlessly horrendous dustbin sprawled in territories of utter dilapidation; there lay a poignantly effusive string of emotions; which wholesomely metamorphosed even the murderously ruthless into divine angels,

Beneath your conscience which appeared like an inconspicuous mosquito hovering without a purpose of its own; there lay the most irrefutably pious ideals worshipped since decades,

Beneath your palm lines which looked perilously wrecked; there lay the most fabulously alluring destiny that one could ever have seen; an unsurpassable treasury of wealth impossible for ordinary humans to perceive,

Beneath your shadow which appeared infinitesimally timid and obscure; there lay an island of insurmountably enamoring mysticism; on which traversed every enigmatic organism of this Universe,

Beneath your fists which looked incomprehensibly fragile and dainty; there lay embodied Herculean spurts of stamina; an insatiable will to take the mantle of the entire planet,

Beneath your signature which appeared disastrously incoherent; there lay the stamp of the entire globe; the astronomically fortified impression which every entity made during due course of flamboyantly passionate existence,

Beneath your soles which looked profusely cracked like a miserably shattered egg; there lay the footprints of benevolent humanity; a conglomerate of silken roads which led to the most perfect land called paradise,

Beneath your breath which appeared foul and rapidly fading as time unleashed; there lay the miraculously magical prowess of bestowing new life; to countless slithering on their death bed,

And beneath your heart which looked uncouthly tough on the surface; there lay an unprecedented reservoir of perpetual love; which spread its celestial essence not only this moment; but countless more moments beyond definitions of incessantly ticking time.

13. THE HUMAN MIND IS UNBELIEVABLE

Delving infinite kilometers even above the satiny clouds; rhapsodically exploring blue bits of mystical atmosphere,

Dancing beneath silvery beams of moon light; with an overwhelmingly uncanny urge to probe into paths never transgressed on,

Envisaging beyond ordinary anecdotes of mundane life; fervently wanting to sky rocket to the absolute edge of the whirling tornado,

Intriguingly cracking infinite enigmas of existence; yet insatiably desiring to lay its hands on countless more puzzles loitering in sinister doom,

O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease.

Ardently desiring to slip into a fantasy which never ends; witnessing a cloudburst of mesmerizing dreams even under the most stringently sweltering rays of Sunshine,

Galloping at a speed faster than that of dazzling light; chasing the shadows which lingered even in themost obsoletely dilapidated corners of free space,

Blending with an unending myriad of tunes; evolving boundless rhymes simply out of thin bits of air,

Plummeting several feet beneath raw soil; unrelentingly searching for the remotest traces of alluring exoticism,

O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease.

Insurmountably functioning all day like the vivaciously ticking clock; getting more vociferous than thunderbolts of lightening leaping down from
the unfathomably vast sky,

Flapping its wings into the territory which appeared to be the most treacherously unknown; feeling every inconspicuous object sprawled in vicinity,

Drawn inevitably towards the inexplicably colossal; unrestricted in movement of any kind or form,

Slithering like an untamed reptile; unpredictably loitering in a dense forest of its vividly everlasting perceptions,

O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease.

Performing a dance of profusely enchanting melody every unfurling second; inquisitive about each new aspect in the game called life,

Roaring thunderously like a striped panther towards the winds of oblivion; fulminating like an uninhibited volcano when stirred at times,

Innovating relentlessly; with an inexorably longing to embark on fathomless new expeditions in the course of existence,

Imbibing whatever might be even of the most infinitesimal interest to its cells; probing indefatigably into every conceivable vista of freshly rejuvenating energy,

O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease.

14. SUCCESS WOULD FOREVER BE YOURS

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you always stay flagrantly disheartened; cursing even the most infinitesimal whiplash of wind; that brushed across your sullen cheeks ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you keep nonchalantly prattling about hedonistically lambasted misery; even in the most brilliantly majestic rays of the morning Sun ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you bizarrely ruminate about things which weren’t the slightest existing; whiling away countless hours of your life without any sagacious reason or rhyme ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you shudder to attempt innovations beyond the comprehensions of the conventional society; ghoulishly incarcerating yourself into webs of insane drudgery ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you succumb to the frenetic pace of the monotonous world outside; deliriously perceive only about the devil; about to
gruesomely land in your lap ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you miserably fail time and again even in the most harmonious of your projects; pathetically stutter to rise to the absolute epitome of pristine prosperity ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you unrelentingly cry when the maelstrom strikes; shrink like an inconspicuously delinquent mosquito; into your malicious shell ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you lose your temper at the slightest of disparity in the atmosphere; vacillating like a frivolous feather in the aisles of uncertainty; for infinite more births of yours yet to unveil ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you baselessly groan at the tiniest of bruise; when the brutally scorched deserts at the same time didn’t utter a word; although they were torturously torched till eternity; in the sweltering Sun ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you nervously cogitate for space to survive; although you the flowers of the most majestically adorable castle; profusely kissed you at the unfurling of every dawn ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you horrendously mess up even the most rustically lucid things in enigmatic existence; although timelessly proliferating
brain and brawn were unassailably on your side ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you clasp your nimble head as if a billion knives were stabbing you from all sides; whereas the planet unraveled into
shades of vividly burgeoning life; in every conceivable direction outside ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you accept nondescript defeat in every ingredient that enveloped your blood; even before you could leap a single stride
towards the heavens of inimitable triumph ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you dishearteningly trembled all spellbinding midnight; just to lecherously vomit in uncontrollable exasperation all throughout the blazingly flamboyant day ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you slither aimlessly on obdurately heartless ground; even as you exerted your eyes to the most ultimate of your capacity; browsing through the definition of victory ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you fidget in the dungeons of decrepit oblivion; even as the most joyously infallible waves of freshness; insatiably
wanted to embrace you from all sides ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you feel preposterously blinded; even as the Omnipotent rays of unblemished Moon; celestially perpetuated you in the impeccable whites of your eyes ?

Have you ever wondered; as to why do you haplessly asphyxiate yourself to a gory death; even as the bountifully sacrosanct mantra of life; royally cascaded from the perennially Omnipresent skies ?

Well its simply because you solely depended upon your destiny a trifle too much; eventually transforming into a mountain without a peak when even the tiniest of the astrologer’s prediction and the stars bizarrely betrayed you; whereas all that the Almighty Lord had commanded you; was to altruistically keep doing benign deeds till your very last breath,

And then immortal success would forever be yours; without the most ethereal intervention of infidel destiny; and with the invincibly fructifying blessings
of his Omnipotent shine.

15. FOREVER AN ARTIST

Whether you placed him on the majestically regale clouds; or whether you placed him on the discordantly blaring and devastatingly dusty streets,

Whether you placed him on royal embellishments of mesmerizing ice-cream; or whether you placed him in the center of the overflowing gutter drain; nonchalantly stinking of nothing but undigested sewage,

Whether you placed him on idols of fantastically glistening gold; or whether you placed him in the heart of the vindictively hedonistic maelstrom; where nothing but savage blood dogmatically rained,

Whether you placed him in the aisles of ardently unending desire; or whether you placed him on the deadpans of traumatically horrific despair and delinquent hopelessness,

Whether you placed him on feathers of unparalleled felicitation; or whether you placed him in a disparagingly pulverized curry of obnoxiously squandering
tomatoes and lethal scorpions,

Whether you placed him on the spectacularly bewitching and princely throne; or whether you placed him on a bed of acrimoniously torturous thorns,

Whether you placed him on fathomlessly resplendent sea’s of panoramic enchantment; or whether you placed him in the exact middle of the diabolically scorching fires,

Whether you placed him in the heavens of unconquerable prosperity; or whether you placed him in mortuaries of treacherously ghoulish and maiming abuse,

Whether you placed him amidst vivaciously dancing peacocks; or whether you placed him in the murderously asphyxiating coffin alive,

Whether you placed him in the cradles of impregnably unblemished innocence; or whether you placed him in disastrously miserable jailhouses of the forlornly corrupt politician,

Whether you placed him in the meadows of picturesquely panoramic divinity; or whether you placed him in the truculently acrid and perniciously sweltering desert sands,

Whether you placed him in impeccably milky cisterns of enigmatic moonlight; or whether you placed him in the disdainfully fretting pig stalk; where all he got to eat was cannibalistically lackadaisical shit,

Whether you placed him in an armor of patriotically blazing selflessness; or whether you placed him in frigidly sulking and regretfully orphaned ponds of nothingness,

Whether you placed him in the entrenchment of everlastingly fructifying sainthood; or whether you placed him in lackluster mud quagmired with cold-blooded leeches and egregious worms,

Whether you placed him on the skies of handsomely burgeoning victory; or whether you placed him in the gratuitously hideous crocodiles; emaciated mouth,

Whether you placed him in the winds of aristocratically bestowing chivalry; or whether you placed him in fecklessly slavering and tumultuously rebuked saliva,

Whether you placed him in the crystal of miraculously celestial clairvoyance; or whether you placed him between the petulantly shivering; stray dog’s tail,

Whether you placed him in an unsurpassable valley of timelessly redolent roses; or whether you placed him in a grotesquely cacophonic skeleton of baselessly orphaned mosquitoes,

Whether you placed him abreast the entire wealth and love on this limitless planet; or whether you placed him on the floors where mercilessly marauded the most satanically greedy of dinosaurs,

And it really doesn’t matter where you decided to place him; amidst what shape and form you decided to place his destined life; because if he was true to each beat of his euphoric heart; if he was true to his spirit of harmoniously symbiotic existence; if he was true to the message that the Lord Almighty had ordered him to tirelessly convey; he would forever remain an artist even as ghostly hell relentlessly rained down on earth; O! Yes his immortal art would never ever die.

JUST BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T IN THE MOOD

Just because you weren’t in the mood to have that extra shade of tan; doesn’t mean that the Omnipotent Sun; wholesomely abdicated to ferociously blaze and
perpetually shine,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to refreshingly bathe; doesn’t mean that the ebullient ocean; wholesomely relinquished to timelessly swirl into a festoon of poignantly reinvigorating and tangy froth,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to be enigmatic; doesn’t mean that the majestic forests; wholesomely stopped their exuberantly rustling leaves and enchanting winds,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to mischief; doesn’t mean that the charismatic chimpanzees; wholesomely gave up their astoundingly frivolous appetite to innocuously philander and merrily wink,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to gallop; doesn’t mean that the ecstatic breeze; wholesomely abandoned its stupendously exhilarating tenacity to
impregnably enlighten and desire,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to blaze; doesn’t mean that the patriotic soldiers; wholesomely left the warfront forever; and let the blissfully sacrosanct
soil of their motherland be confiscated by cannibalistically crucifying traitors,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to be titillated; doesn’t mean that the sensuously tantalizing night; wholesomely metamorphosed into fiercely iconoclastic and unbearably scorching afternoon,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to smell; doesn’t mean that the vividly enamoring lotus’s; wholesomely dumped their fathomlessly invincible and tirelessly blessing scent,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to sight; doesn’t mean that the panoramically boundless gorges and mountains; wholesomely reduced to a pulverized coffin; of lividly insane nothingness,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to pray; doesn’t mean that the sky of Omnipresently symbiotic faith; wholesomely extinguished into infinitesimally dolorous and inconsequentially feckless oblivion,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to compassionately mélange; doesn’t mean that the meadow of priceless humanity; wholesomely deteriorated into a egregiously stagnating gutter of maliciously vindictive prejudice,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to listen; doesn’t mean that the nightingales of princely togetherness; wholesomely battered their eternally mellifluous throats; into mortuaries of despairingly crippling silence,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to illuminate; doesn’t mean that the citadel of insuperably royal optimism; wholesomely crumbled to disastrously frigid ash,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to frolic; doesn’t mean that the jubilantly chirping birds and butterflies; wholesomely bid a perpetual adieu; to the winds of cavorting sensuality and celestial Sunshine,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to innovate; doesn’t mean that the process of limitless proliferation on this gigantic Universe; wholesomely disappeared into graveyards of penuriously decrepit misery,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to persevere; doesn’t mean that the ardently glistening fireball of honest sweat; wholesomely buried itself beneath skeletons of frantically dogmatic desperation,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to succeed; doesn’t mean that the sword of scintillatingly righteous victory; wholesomely transformed itself into a scorpion of plaintively pallid and bawdy betrayal,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to be selfless; doesn’t mean that every mother on this wonderfully iridescent planet; wholesomely converted into a penalizing sorceress; morbidly asphyxiating the nimble throat of her new born child,

Just because you weren’t in the mood to live; doesn’t mean that the chapters of perennially endowing and fructifying life; wholesomely became the stamp of
cadaverously cowardly death,

And just because you weren’t in the mood to love; doesn’t mean that the beats of an immortally blossoming relationship; wholesomely reduced to satanically devilish and flagrantly demolishing hatred.

16. TIME- AN UNSTOPPABLE WHIRLWIND

Whether you be the most triumphant vanguard of all civilization; or whether you be a mist of inimitably silken desire; sensuously enveloping every cranny of this beleaguered planet in cloudbursts of ardent desire,
Whether you be an indomitably towering mountain top; or whether you be a river of perennial enchantment; cascading down the ever-pervading Himalayas,
Whether you be a garden of celestially endowing roses; or whether you be the sky of fathomlessly invincible truth; miraculously mitigating even the most ephemeral speck of sorrow; from the periphery of this estranged Universe,
Whether you be a timelessly resplendent star; or whether you be a boundless playground of ecstatic frolic; merrily cavorting till times beyond eternity; behind the handsomely Sun soaked hills,
Time is an unstoppably inevitable whirlwind which simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to the most unprecedentedly euphoric limits; or be swept like a frigidly inane matchstick in its
unrelentingly inexorable swirl.

1.

Whether you be a cloud of exotically voluptuous titillation; or whether you be an impeccably spell binding saint; rising to the most sagaciously sacrosanct degrees of self control,
Whether you be a reindeer of unlimited prosperity; or whether you be an uninhibitedly blazing wave of indefatigably unparalleled optimism,
Whether you be a stupendously unassailable incense stick of unflinching righteousness; or whether you be an enigmatically supernatural idol; selflessly
exorcising yourself from even the most infinitesimal bit of worldly desire,
Whether you be the everlastingly titillating voice of the enchanting nightingale; or whether you be an effervescently mystical kite; floating in invincibly untainted sky,
Time is an uncontrollably inevitable maelstrom which simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to the most unbelievably ecstatic limits; or be devoured in its tirelessly unremitting wisps like the orphaned whisker of the sultry broomstick.

2.

Whether you be a tornado of uncanny exhilaration; or whether you be the ebulliently gyrating feathers of the peacock; under the very first drops of eternally magnificent rain,
Whether you be the uncrowned King of the entire opalescent planet; or whether you be the most venerated poet of the century; mellifluously stirring trillions of hearts with the spirit of magical brotherhood and immortal love,
Whether you be a fountain of benevolently untainted innocence; or whether you be the meadows of ubiquitously untamed mischief; unraveling into Godly childhood every unfurling instant of the gloriously Sunlit day,
Whether you be a brazenly revolutionary echo that defies all murderously decrepit convention; or whether you be an unconquerably princely panther; gleefully marauding at your very own will; through the bushy undergrowths of the ravishing forest,
Time is a tirelessly inevitable waterfall which simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to
the most propitiously sensational limits; or be buried forever and ever and ever beneath your veritable corpse; losing to its undefeatable essence even before you were born.

3.

Whether you be the heavenly zephyr blissfully blowing across the panoramic landscapes; or whether you be the non-invasively surreal dewdrop amiably clinging to
mother grass,
Whether you be the most eclectic entity ever born on this gigantically blessing planet; or whether you be the ultimate harbinger of all torturously bereaved and
preposterously aggrieved humanity,
Whether you be that leaf on the tree which never falls; or whether you be the most opulent organism on this colossal Universe; with even the saliva oozing from your mouth being of astoundingly glittering gold,
Whether you be an apostle of timelessly impregnable peace; or whether you be an infallible chariot of unfettered success; embedding the flag of altruistically enamoring triumph on every inch of this symbiotic earth,
Time is an incredulously gushing tornado which simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to the most insuperably royal of limits; or become just another of its haplessly prattling victim; like countless greats have already been in the past; like your raving kind.

17. MAJESTICALLY TANNED

I relentlessly slavered when I was gruesomely tanned; by the rays of bizarrely decrepit and remorsefully maiming; manipulation,

I unrelentingly digressed when I was barbarically tanned; by the rays of sordidly penurious and salaciously incarcerating; lechery,

I pathetically staggered when I was invidiously tanned; by the rays of savagely forlorn and disgustingly disgruntled; politics,

I uncontrollably bled when I was flagrantly tanned; by the rays of sonorously monotonous and indiscriminately bestial; commercialism,

I unstoppably trembled when I was brutally tanned; by the rays of diabolically cold-blooded and insidiously macabre; rioting,

I traumatically wailed when I was disparagingly tanned; by the rays of bawdily unthinkable and lethally jailing; betrayal,

I disconsolately licked lackadaisical soil when I was hideously tanned; by the rays of disastrously malicious and obnoxiously iconoclastic; solitude,

I miserably tottered when I was ominously tanned; by the rays of truculently tyrannical and torturously cadaverous; stagnation,

I disdainfully shattered when I was egregiously tanned; by the rays of fecklessly indolent and preposterously vapid; unemployment,

I horrendously crumbled when I was inclemently tanned; by the rays of unsparingly derogatory and treacherously truncating; conventionalism,

I devastatingly disappeared when I was perniciously tanned; by the rays of devilishly sinister and parsimoniously pillaging; lies,

I hopelessly immolated when I was dastardly tanned; by the rays of haplessly rancid and clandestinely slandering; fear,

I aimlessly collapsed when I was abhorrently tanned; by the rays of raunchily desolate and licentiously unworthy; indifference,

I murderously rotted when I was uncouthly tanned; by the rays of insanely pulverizing and ghoulishly lambasting; deliriousness,

I sleazily extinguished when I was acerbically tanned; by the rays of cataclysmically intolerable and atrociously avaricious; caste and creed,

I dichotomously dissolved when I was lasciviously tanned; by the rays of posthumously mordant and perilously cacophonic; corruption,

I tirelessly vomited when I was ignominiously tanned; by the rays of vindictively victimizing and venomously vagabond; war,

I perpetually died when I was opprobriously tanned; by the rays of criminally inhuman and morbidly whipping; rejection,

But I Immortalized my life as well as the lives of my comrades in disoriented despair when I was majestically tanned; by the rays of royally everlasting and Omnipotently impregnable; love.

18. EQUALLY INTOLERABLE

There is nothing such as small crime or big crime; for every crime that is ghastily committed; is equally pernicious and a cadaverous graveyard of insane deliriousness,

There is nothing such as small stink or big stink; for every stink that tyrannically emanates; is equally flagrant and a corpse of grotesquely asphyxiating remorsefulness,

There is nothing such as small manipulation and big manipulation; for every manipulation that insidiously flourishes; is equally sinister and a crumbling edifice of vapidly ostracizing fecklessness,

There is nothing such as small devil and big devil; for every devil that cold-bloodedly marauds; is equally satanic and a ghoulishly sadistic carcass of relentlessly victimizing decay,

There is nothing such as small insanity and big insanity; for every insanity that preposterously lambastes; is equally dastardly and an outright crucification of the laws of symbiotically propitious existence,

There is nothing such as small prejudice and big prejudice; for every prejudice that maliciously lingers; is equally derogatory and a venomously strangulating battlefield; eventually withering into infinitesimal wisps of livid hell,

There is nothing such as small corruption or big corruption; for every corruption that opprobriously mutilates; is equally cannibalistic and an unstoppably vicious maelstrom of criminally salacious injustice,

There is nothing such as small abuse or big abuse; for every abuse that sinfully curses without any reason or rhyme; is equally decrepit and a gutter of brutally unsolicited trash; that morosely infiltrates impeccable lives,

There is nothing such as small stagnation or big stagnation; for every stagnation that amorphously devastates; is equally traumatic and an inconspicuously unforgiving dungeon of rapacious parasites,

There is nothing such as small infidelity or big infidelity; for every infidelity that ruthlessly betrays; is equally disastrous and an uncontrollably evaporating desert of cancerous sadness,

There is nothing such as small obstacle or big obstacle; for every obstacle that unsavorily stops; is equally bellicose and a frigidly skittish mist which wholesomely dissolves with the voice of eternal righteousness,

There is nothing such as small unGodliness or big unGodliness; for every unGodliness that indiscriminately bombards; is equally penurious and a raunchily threadbare rag that rots in the confines of unforgiving imprisonment,

There is nothing such as small delinquency or big delinquency; for every delinquency that fatally victimizes; is equally punishable and a helplessly squirming maimed insect for the fabric of resplendent mankind,

There is nothing such as small ghost or big ghost; for every ghost that vengefully jinxes; is equally morbid and a meaninglessly wastrel thorn for all echelon of
blissful society,

There is nothing such as small lie or big lie; for every lie that savagely extinguishes; is equally lame and a murderous bedlam of lugubrious non-existence,

There is nothing such as small politics or big politics; for every politics that atrociously disintegrates; is equally disdainful and a perilously numbing blackness of mercilessness which never ends,

There is nothing such as small monotony or big monotony; for every monotony that despicably jails; is equally obnoxious and an unimaginable poison that annihilates every iota of freshness in the; ingratiatingly celestial atmosphere,

There is nothing such as small heartlessness or big heartlessness; for every heartlessness that fiendishly decimates; is equally demonic and a stream of stray
blood without the tiniest of rudiments or integrity,

And there is nothing such as small death or big death; for every death that barbarously snatches; is equally intolerable and a final adieu to the chapters of Omnipotently sacrosanct life and unconquerably priceless humanity.

19. TALENT WITHOUT DETERMINATION

Talent without impregnable determination was like; the most panoramically enamoring castle on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest of formidably unassailable foundation,

Talent without relentless determination was like; the most fragrantly everlasting rose on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest trace of propitiously effervescent bee or exuberant breeze,

Talent without intransigent determination was like; the most enchantingly heavenly landscape on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest impression of celestial grass or inimitably sacrosanct cow,

Talent without unrelenting determination was like; the most unflinchingly intrepid soldier on this Universe all right; but who was without the slightest insinuation of scintillating sword,

Talent without immutable determination was like; the most voluptuously tantalizing and euphorically reverberating clouds on this Universe all right; but which were without the slightest enlightenment of quintessentially ravishing rain,

Talent without indomitable determination was like; the most poignantly tangy waters on this Universe all right; but which were without the slightest acceptance by the inscrutably majestic sea,

Talent without unparalleled determination was like; the most brilliantly Omnipotent Sun on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest backdrop of fathomlessly exhilarating sky,

Talent without invincible determination was like; the most gigantically towering mountain on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest of unconquerably escalating and peerless peak,

Talent without unstoppable determination was like; the most vividly resplendent waterfall on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest of ingratiatingly gurgling noise,

Talent without overpowering determination was like; the most exotically princely pearl on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest of skin regally adorning its timeless grace,

Talent without passionate determination was like; the most mellifluously ebullient nightingale on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest of spellbinding cadence or rhyme,

Talent without handsome determination was like; the most gloriously sagacious literature on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest of pragmatically discerning reader,

Talent without unfettered determination was like; the most eclectically fascinating kite on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest background of timeless sky and emollient clouds,

Talent without unceasing determination was like; the most invaluably luminescent clock on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest sense of scrupulously unraveling and precision time,

Talent without unmasked determination was like; the most beautifully iridescent star shimmering on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest entrenchment of sensuously metaphorical night,

Talent without limitless determination was like; the most delectably queenly feet on this Universe all right; but which were without the slightest of resolutely firm ground to holistically tread,

Talent without untamed determination was like; the most irrefutably truthful soul on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest of symbiotically symmetric form; body or shape,

Talent without irrevocable determination was like; the most marvelously artistic lung on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest of tempestuously tingling breath or indispensable life,

And Talent without resurgent determination was like; the most compassionately thundering heart on this Universe all right; but which was without the slightest of movement; flicker ; immortally romantic beats and optimistic light.

20. MAN OF THE MOMENT

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Unconquerable Mountains; with my silhouette towering unflinchingly handsome; even as the most hedonistically extemporizing dinosaurs; lambasted over me left; right and brutal center,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Brilliant Sun; with the uninhibitedly Omnipotent aura radiating from my demeanor; enlightening the lamp of optimistic hope in every frigidly diminishing household,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Enigmatic Forests; with an unsurpassably euphoric stream of inscrutable excitement; perennially lingering from the whites of my uncannily princely eyes,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Fathomless Cosmos; with the every bit of the celestially spell binding Universe; compassionately titillating and dancing on my pristine fingertips,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Nostalgically Romantic Past; with even the most infinitesimally obsolete cranny of skin rapaciously longing; for the impeccably glorious moments once again; when I was a Godly infant,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Bountifully Burgeoning Paradise; with all that wafting from my immaculately milky persona being nothing else but; the rainbows of everlastingly unfazed success,

I didn’t want to lead life as Man of the Effervescently Ticklish Circus; with even the most diminutively nimble bone of my countenance fulminating into an untamed catharsis of impregnably unparalleled laughter,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Redolently Vivacious roses; ubiquitously disseminating the scent of wonderfully egalitarian existence; in every heart and
soul alike,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Opalescently Revolutionary Millennium; metamorphosing even the most evanescent coffin of horrendous despair; with my unfathomable ocean of brilliantly stupefying inventions,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Blazingly Glamorous Hollywood; with even the most ethereally disappearing of my shadows; being crazily engulfed by winds of glitterati and intransigently unending cynosure,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Amiably Blissful Stars; indefatigably shimmering into a festoon of gloriously heavenly ecstasy; for hours and
centuries galore,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Endlessly Enamoring Dreams; dogmatically unable to do anything; except open the corridors of my brain to inexorably muse; mesmerize and dream,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Jubilantly Undulating Oceans; unfolding every conceivable minute of my lifetime with the sensuously salty waves; of limitlessly ebullient springiness,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Charismatically Priceless Pearls; enrapturing even the most obfuscated ingredient of my impoverished blood; with the miraculous magic of perpetually grandiloquent Opulence,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Timelessly Fascinating Deserts; unequivocally rolling in the glistening sands; like the most invincibly silken
prince of all times,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Romantically Imprisoning Winds; timidly surrendering even the most inconspicuous iota of my existence to the chapters of voluptuous bewilderment and love,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Blisteringly Dynamic Future; profusely using the firmament of space age; to mollify even the most infidel of my bodily urge,

I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Pragmatically Perspicacious Today; holistically confronting each moment of my symbiotically destined life; as it mystically unfurled,

But rather if given a choice and by the blessings of the Lord Almighty; I would indeed want to lead life as man of the current moment; unlimitedly relishing the puff of air ecstatically tingling my nostrils this very moment; making me feel the richest organism on earth alive; not only for this birth of mine but for every birth of mine that the Creator made me to triumphantly sail.

21. AN INFINITE LIVES; AN INFINITE DEATHS

An infinite playgrounds of exuberantly rhapsodic smiles; An infinite coffins of inexplicably aggrieving tears,

An infinite gorges of unprecedentedly unceasing ecstasy; An infinite mortuaries
of remorsefully decrepit sullenness,

An infinite skies of celestially everlasting enchantment; An infinite barren slopes of debasingly slithering and demonic scorpions,

An infinite entrenchments of majestically resplendent accolades; An infinite begging bowls of horrendously ghastly impoverishment and threadbare disdain,

An infinite temples of unconquerably Omnipotent heavenliness; An infinite cadaverously traumatic spirits; marauding ghoulishly into the impeccable soul,

An infinite anecdotes of gorgeously perennial prosperity; An infinite crutches of bizarrely debilitating and acrimoniously disastrous leprosy,

An infinite meadows of tantalizingly tingling freshness; An infinite dungeons uxoriously dumped with pugnacious feces and ominously lackluster indolence,

An infinite valleys of ingeniously royal inventions; An infinite fecklessly frigid and insipidly sedentary stones; lying crumpled beneath the cacophonically groaning donkey’s hide,

An infinite roses of invincibly enamoring scent; An infinite whiplashes of unsavorily brutal dereliction and pathetically subjugating politics,

An infinite castles bounteously overflowing with iridescently mesmerizing cisterns of gold and jubilant silver; An infinite infinitesimal mosquitoes digging their tentacles harder and harder into treacherously rotting shit,

An infinite uninhibitedly fluttering birds impregnably ruling the fathomlessly crystal blue skies; An infinite preposterously diminutive ants; being blown into wisps of ethereal oblivion at the slightest innuendo of wind,

An infinite rainbows of profoundly titillating reinvigoration; An infinite prison bars besmirched with vindictively diabolical prejudice and unendingly malicious ennui,

An infinite winds of blisteringly indomitable victories; An infinite disparagingly disappearing and profane shadows of merciless betrayal,

An infinite oceans of opulently milky pearls; An infinite iconoclastically ragged cobblestones leading to the gallows of unsparing extinction,

An infinite venerated cries of the innocuously newborn; An infinite disheveled grey hair; which mightn’t sight yet another dawn,

An infinite Lions patriotically marching with Kingly ease through the paradise of insuperable truth; An infinite insects being indiscriminately trampled by the advancing foot; for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

An infinite scriptures of pricelessly worshipped literature; An infinite hutments of gratuitously salacious illiteracy; existing fathomless kilometers beneath the poverty line,

An infinite fortnights of timelessly blessing sensuousness; An infinite carcasses of ludicrously sordid infertility; inconsolably weeping all the time,

An infinite heavens of ingratiatingly astounding proliferation; An infinite Hell’s where only torturously cold-blooded barbarism reigned hedonistically supreme,

An infinite exotically propitious replenishments; An infinite tumultuously torrid deserts of limitlessly sub-servient thirst,

And an infinite unassailably euphoric lives; An infinite despairingly violent and deliriously cruel deaths,

Is what every ingredient of my blood ardently wanted to experience; for the spirit of Immortally unshakable and wonderfully mystical; poetry; poetry and
Omnipresently magical Love Poetry.

22. IF THE CLOUDS SHOWERED GOLD INSTEAD OF RAIN

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; the minutest trace of poverty would be annihilated from earth,
The indigent beggars on the street would catapult in sheer ecstasy; stashing as much of coin as they ever dreamt of; in their ragamuffin bags.

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; marriages round the globe would occur in chambers of impeccable silk,
With the bride extravagantly embellished in silken cloth; and the bridegroom completely bereft of the onerous tension to earn.

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; the commoner would traverse on glistening roads of molded yellow,
The thieves would forget to pilfer; and the Mafia would forget to maraud; as they were now blessed with opulence right from the colossal sky.

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; man would incorporate his house with gigantic slabs of the same,
Articulately sculpturing his plates of the gold; ravenously consuming his food from it; profoundly lost in the scintillating glitter.

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; people would be saved from the tyranny of monotonous work,
Transit from realms of despondency to one replete with ebullience; easily perishing the desire to perspire and slog.

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; clusters of birds would utilize gold in place of threadbare twigs to construct their nests,
The armory of their eggs would hatch in an ambience of ostentatious gold; blended with profuse opulence.

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; abhorrent termites would tenaciously gnaw in their deadly pincers,
They would be treated to a ravishing meal of currency coin for a change; were absolutely delighted; after being used to painstakingly nibbling decayed wood.

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; severely afflicted patients would leave their disdainful hospital beds,
Run out rampantly on the streets refraining to rue their pain; spreading out their febrile palms to clasp the gold.

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; the fighter pilots flying at unprecedented heights in the sky would forget to fire a fleet of hostile grenade,
They would be too busy to concentrate on the pugnacious war; open the door of the cockpit to get hold of the gold.

If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; every individual would feel overwhelmingly blessed initially; with the rigmarole and turmoil to work completely diminishing,
However the plants sprouting from soil would die a gruesome death; the animal kingdom would fatally relinquish breath;

And the most treasured species of man would disastrously succumb without crystal water; which was now replaced by gold in all forms and traces,
Therefore it is my humble plea to you O! Divine creator; to shower upon the earth bountiful rain; wherein lies impregnated abundantly; the true spirit and the true gold.

23. ONLY THOSE – PART 2

Only those who are perpetually blind; having their lives camouflaged in gruesome darkness,
Can wholesomely realize the value of having pellucid eyes; the gift of
mesmerizing sight.

Only those who are maimed; having their feet encapsulated in stirrups of solid steel,
Can perceive the beauty of strong legs; the ensemble of delectably tiny toes treading on fresh chunks of earth.

Only those who are stone deaf; being oblivious to presence of the minutest of noise,
Can cognize the importance of drifting voices; the blissful frequency of melodious sound.

Only those who are dumb; finding it virtually impossible to give substance to words,
Can conceive the crispness of conversation; the splendor of clear speech.

Only those who are embodied with disdainful boils; tyrannizing disease rendering them as hapless lepers,
Can envisage the grandeur of immaculate skin; the resplendent complexion sparkling profoundly under the sun.

Only those shivering in bizarre cold on the snow clad slopes; infinite strands of hair projecting in tandem on their skins,
Can comprehend the heat generated by crackling fires; the warmth imparted in the interiors of dwellings.

Only those who are bald; without the most minuscule trace of follicles on their barren scalps,
Can appreciate thick curls of entwined hair; the way they sometimes cascaded down in languid harmony.

Only those who are orphaned; being brutally kicked by the uncouth society at all quarters,
Can apprehend the compassion emanating from the mother’s lap; her unblemished palms putting the exhausted soul to immortal sleep.

Only those who are in intense affliction; being circumvented with inexplicable misery and pain,
Can grasp the meaning of existing in conjunction with nature; the invincibly appearing smile.

And only those who are deprived of sharing; left unattended without the slightest essence of care,
Can overwhelmingly blend with the spirit of true love; understand in entirety what it takes to fulfill it; lead life perennially with the same.

24. WHERE ON EARTH CAN I FIND

Where on earth can I find a lotus flower; without the slightest of redolence,

Where on earth can I find an olive green coconut; without sweet kernel water,

Where on earth can I find an ocean; without majestically swirling waves of saline solvent,

Where on earth can I find a fleet of fat sheep; without infinite tufts of flocculent wool,

Where on earth can I find a royal horse gallivanting through the fields; without triangular shaped copper hooves,

Where on earth can I find a hooded reptile slithering through the dense forest; without lethal embodiments of poison,

Where on earth can I find a bundle of immaculate cotton; without profuse traces of softness,

Where on earth can I find an iridescent diamond; without a profoundly
scintillating shine,

Where on earth can I find a stick of green chili; without a tangy and piquant flavor,

Where on earth can I find an infant; without obstreperously emanating cries,

Where on earth can I find granules of pulverized sugar; without traces of lingering sweetness,

Where on earth can I find a bird soaring high in the silken clouds; without tapered pairs of wings,

Where on earth can I find an innocuous squirrel; without a long and bushy tail,

Where on earth can I find a fulminating volcano; without producing tumultuous amounts of heat,

Where on earth can I find a mammoth elephant; without flamboyant protrusions of wild tusks,

Where on earth can I find a rainbow in the firmament of sky; without vivacious streaks of vivid color,

Where on earth can I find an animate soul transgressing; without inhaling gallons of fresh air,

Where on earth can I find a mother; without empathy for her newly born child,

Where on earth can I find god; without a philanthropic disposition towards his disciples,

And where on earth can I find a family; which hasn’t experienced the slightest of affliction; a family whose every single ancestor is yet breathing and alive?

25. BEAUTY NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED

The Sun in the cosmos itself doesn’t know the omnipotence in its shine; the blazing yellow circumventing its persona,
Its only when we profoundly admire its tenacity; the blistering heat it imparts to fumigate pallid earth; does it comes to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The crimson colored rose itself doesn’t know the mesmerizing odor it emanates; the voluptuous complexion profusely embedded in its core,
Its only when we cherish its enchanting fragrance; the stupendous sight it portrays when sighted at evanescent dawn; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The star twinkling amidst naked patches of sky itself doesn’t know its shine; the radiance that envelops its incongruous silhouette,
Its only when we applaud it for its resplendence; the illumination it provides in the chilly night; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The boundless ocean itself doesn’t know about its infinite size; the unfathomable depth it incorporates in its belly,
Its only when we exuberantly praise its swirling waves; ravishing froth striking the shores; scores of glistening white sharks swimming; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The opalescent butterfly itself doesn’t know about its multicolored wings; the swishing tentacles extruding from beneath its eyes,
Its only when we acclaim it for its nimble footed flight in the air; the delectable draughts of wind it engenders while flying; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The vivacious reptile itself doesn’t know about its hiss; the mystically slithering body it possesses,
Its only when we laud it for its tantalizingly shimmering skin; the remarkably transparent eyes; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The obdurate shell of coconut itself doesn’t know about its stone shell; the incredulous heights it projects from on the tall tree,
Its only when we value it for its appetizing juice; the immaculate and sumptuous pulp incarcerated in its walls; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The slime-coated oyster itself doesn’t know about its wealth; the loose ferns agglutinated to its visage,
Its only when we treasure it for its scintillating pearls; the rejuvenating salty water which ejects when we slice its body; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The newly born infant itself doesn’t know about its innocuous heart; the tiny legs that caress its mother,
Its only when we clap at it for mustering courage to walk; the frivolous smiles it does when tickled; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

Beauty is a virtue embodied in all of us transgressing through the surface of this earth; it is a blessing we are all born with,
All though we remain indiscreetly oblivious to it; as we don’t admire it,
Beauty is too precious to be neglected; too sacrosanct to be ignominiously condemned; beauty needs to be appreciated.

26. THE TRUE SPIRIT OF LIFE

In order to bring out the true essence of rose; you need to place it in strong currents of misty breeze,

In order to bring out the true sparkle of diamond; you need to scrub it vigorously with a coarse chunk of cloth,

In order to bring out the true flavor of milk; you need to tenaciously extract the same from the sacrosanct demeanor of mother cow,

In order to bring out the true softness of scalp hair; you need to meticulously entangle the disdainful clusters; swish the hair brush animatedly all over,

In order to bring out the true aroma of swirling waves; you need to make them collide with the mammoth conglomerate of shining rocks,

In order to bring out the true color of the sky; you need to inundate it with dazzling beams of sunlight,

In order to bring out the true taste of succulent apple; you need to masticate the same with overwhelming ardor,

In order to bring out the true strength of cement; you need to sprinkle it with small pints of water everyday; granting it fortification with every hour unleashing,

In order to bring out the true heat of sands; you need to let them sizzle in hostile light rays of the afternoon,

In order to bring out the true complexion of the chameleon; you need to let it philander freely in constantly changing surroundings,

In order to bring out the true size of the preposterously huge whale; you need to place it in a pond replete with small fish,

In order to bring out the true transparency of mirror, you need to sight your reflection in the same; at an hour past unearthly midnight,

In order to bring out the true scent of nondescript mud; you need flood the same with infinite globules of fresh rainwater,

In order to bring out the true voice of the nightingale; you need to provide it with a perpetually still ambience to sing its melodious tunes,

In order to bring out the true smile of a child; you need to hoist it high in the air; kiss and tickle it voraciously in its ribs,

In order to bring out the true speed of the panther; you need to entice him with a flock of nimble footed deer galloping through the forest,

In order to bring out the true belligerence of a soldier; you need to place him against his adversary; on the merciless battlefield,

In order to bring out the true fervor of love; you need to stand by your beloved till times immemorial,

And in order to bring out the true spirit of life; you need to plunge into the sea of vivacious adventure; confront a plethora of acerbic barricades; and yet come out of it all guns blazing.

27. IN MY DREAMS

In my dreams I climbed mount Everest barefoot; reaching the summit within flash seconds of time,
While in real life my feet trembled in the snow; and I relinquished the expedition midway; safely returning home.

In my dreams I pulverized unbaked bricks into infinite splinters; with the mere caress of my hands,
While in real life the conglomerate of bones in my hands developed a factory of crack; after I succeeded doing the same; taking intervals to inhale long breaths.

In my dreams I stood clad in threadbare attire; in bold confrontation with the striped panther; trying to subdue his thunderous growl,
While in real life I clambered up the nearby tree at electric speeds; in order to save my skin getting ruthlessly stripped by the beast.

In my dreams I philandered with the most beautiful women on earth; profoundly admiring their charisma; lured by their mystical grace and charm,
While In real life I refrained from doing so; due to sheer terror of my domineering spouse.

In my dreams I ate the most sumptuous of meals; drank stupendously ravishing grape vine,
While in real life I had to remain contented with minuscule fillings of rice blended with curd; with the occasional chunk of raspberry bread.

In my dreams I basked in the sunshine on the roof of the glistening palace; feasting my eyes on the panoramic view of the blueberry hills; with a fleet of professionals massaging my silhouette,
While in real life I got up with aching bones from my indigenous cot; took the acrimonious rays of sun directly in my hazel eyes.

In my dreams I envisaged myself as an enchanting singer; alluring scores of crowd by the mesmerizing melody in my voice,
While in real life the ones in vicinity abhorrently closed their ears; unable to bear the tyranny of my hoarse and masculine sound.

In my dreams I saw blank checks strewn in bountiful abundance around my demeanor; waiting ardently for my signature and the amount I wished to withdraw,
While in real life I slogged like a bull all sweltering day; didn’t have the capacity of handling the parchment; let alone signing one.

In my dreams I perceived white water streams gushing past my entrance gate;
diffusing their spray with poignant alacrity on my face,
While in real life I had the fetid gutter flowing rampantly past my doorsteps; with an irascible odor wafting; which made me unrelentingly sneeze.

In my dreams I watched enticing films on grandiloquent screens studded with articulate diamonds; whose scintillating glare was a trifle difficult for my eyes to absorb,
While in real life there lay a dilapidated television beside my bed; displaying pictures in spiceless black and white; intentionally distorting the intricate images.

In my dreams I saw ostentatious cars lined up my porch; with the drivers seat made of satin sponge,
While in real life all I had was a bicycle with an aboriginal bell; and the capricious brakes failing I needed them the most.

In my dreams I saw angels from the sky cajoling me; cuddling me in the ribs;
reciting historic fables of love and beautiful splendor,
While in real life I had the ominous eyes of my employer staring down at me menacingly; expecting ingenious policies that would change the complexion of his bedraggled business.

In my dreams I incessantly fantasized spending marathon hours with the girl I loved drowning inexorably into the ocean of her immaculate love,
While in real life there were a mountain of barricades which separated us; prevented us from fulfilling our desires.

Therefore it is my humble plea to you O! Divine Creator; to sequester me from acerbic realities of mundane life,
Let me voraciously romanticize; let me be in the colossal kingdom of my dreams.

28. IT WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL

It was perfectly normal to burst into pools of uninhibited laughter; after witnessing a garishly painted clown,

It was perfectly normal to hysterically sob; at the death of someone you vehemently revered,

It was perfectly normal to trip head-on on your nose; after walking through a puddle of slushy grease,

It was perfectly normal to tenaciously scratch your scalp; when snow white beads of dandruff camouflaged them in entirety,

It was perfectly normal to purse your lips profusely; after swallowing a sumptuously appetizing meal,

It was perfectly normal to thunderously sneeze; when disdainful granules of incongruous dust entered your nose,

It was perfectly normal to shiver; when you stood bare chested in freezing currents of bizarre winter,

It was perfectly normal to collapse in a bedraggled heap; when you carried a mountain of mud on your slender shoulder,

It was perfectly normal to blush like a scarlet complexioned rose; when you were caught red-handed trying to blatantly flirt with a girl,

It was perfectly normal to pound your fists in raw indignation; when you were encompassed from all sides with unfathomable frustration,

It was perfectly normal to perspire; when you worked arduously under sizzling
rays of the Sun,

It was perfectly normal to yawn; when your lids felt overwhelmingly heavy; your body felt drowned in waves of exhaustion,

It was perfectly normal to be insatiably greedy; when you prevailed in an ambience besieged with unprecedented poverty,

It was perfectly normal to experience tingling sensations; after you lazily philandered amidst stalks of nimble grass,

It was perfectly normal to use a volley of harsh expletives; after you were provoked to the threshold limits of tolerance,

It was perfectly normal to scowl animatedly at the class teacher; when she bored you for hours; reciting notes of century old history,

It was perfectly normal to innocuously hiccup; when you swallowed your meals at lightening speeds,

It was perfectly normal to feel stabbed by tremors of lust; when you were in the vicinity of stupendous beauty,

It was perfectly normal to scream in the middle of night; when your dwelling was struck by the vicious onslaught of an earthquake,

And It was perfectly normal to commit a plethora of blunders and errors in the course of your life as a human being; as long as you existed in blissful synergy with nature; wholesomely revered the God who created you; ardently adored the Mother who gave you birth; fervently loved the girl who made you feel you were living and breathing alive.

29. ONLY AFTER

Bathing in an chilled ocean of champagne; consuming small sips of the same
with stupendous relish,

Climbing the peak of the snow clad alps; feasting the panoramic view of the
gorgeous valley,

Driving flamboyant cars at whirlwind speeds; wildly careening through the
colossal expanse of the highway,

Impulsively sketching intricate shapes of brave stalwarts; portraying their charisma to the mundane world,

Tenaciously biting into obdurate chunks of farm apple; reducing the succulent fruit to pulp,

Voraciously rolling in a slurry of wet mud; getting intensely tickled by the poignant aroma,

Riding on bare camelback through the arid regions of the desert; profoundly enjoying the golden sands,

Scrubbing my entire silhouette with an extract of piquant green chili; breathing fumes of boiling gas from my nose,

Embellishing my spouse with the most exquisite of jewelry; inundating her parted hair with crimson vermilion,

Gyrating to blasting music diffusing from the discotheque; swirling uninhibitedly till wee hours of evanescent dawn,

Decoding the most baffling of enigmas; innovating a plethora of contrivances to assist the commoner,

Soaring high in the air strapped tightly to an inflated balloon; whistling in unison with the passing birds,

Swimming onerously against the high rising waves; swallowing pinches of frothy
water in my famished mouth,

Staring unrelentingly at the sapphire sky; trying to unveil the vagaries of
life in the twinkling stars,

Roasting a battalion of sumptuous fish on hot embers of coal; chewing the same
scrupulously entangling the pointed bones,

Languishing sedately on a mattress of pure silk; bouncing sporadically on the
flocculent cotton,

Perspiring like a pig under the sweltering heat of Sun God; bustling robustly in the fervor of youth,

Gallivanting on the streets casually attired; passing chivalrous smiles to all I encountered,

Amalgamating torn pieces of rags; meticulously with the metallic bodkin,

Molding threadbare lumps of greasy wax; into a grandiloquent statue,

Garrulously conversing the entire day with innocuous children; reminiscing my childhood days,

Pinching swollen paper bags with my nail; thereby producing obstreperous bangs,

Polishing the enamel of my teeth incessantly with rustic sticks of tree bark; granting them a perpetual sparkle,

Embossing infinite lines of calligraphy on bonded paper; transforming its pallid persona into one embedded with literary compositions,

Inscribing her name on my chest with a switchblade; imprisoning her close to my heart,

Philandering across umpteenth places of the globe; absorbing the enchanting mysticism of natural forest,

Serving humanity with all my might; extending my services to all those deprived of indispensable vision,

Yes this is no kidding; the above mentioned blended with bountiful more,

Only after which I would like to relinquish breath; and leave for my heavenly abode.

30. GRILLS

When I riveted a grill of pure gold across my window; the burglars stared
unrelentingly; thinking I was overwhelmingly rich,
They whispered in inaudible tones about the wealth; they envisaged was stored
inside,
Delicately chiseled the grill with their axe; and dexterously pilfered all they could lay their hands on.

When I put a grill of silver bars across my window; the mouths of the burglars
slavered at witnessing the gleam,
They abandoned their other plans of robbery; intensely concentrating on my house,
Imagining the wonderful goods inside; and indiscriminately barged in snapping
the grill.

When I embedded a grill of immaculate ivory across my window; the burglars had a hard time stifling their startled gasps,
They admired the rustic charm I had incorporated in an innocuous window; contemplating my real wealth,
Atrociously smashed the same with their bludgeons; to savor the taste of my hidden resources.

When I stuck a grill of scintillating and pellucid mirror across my window; the burglars were busy gazing at their reflections,
Thoroughly mesmerized by the transparent grill; the richness that lay blended in the sparkling glass,
Smashed the same into splinters using hard stone; gaining easy access into
my chamber of dreams.

When I used a grill of fragrant rosewood across my window; the burglars got
insatiably tickled by the aroma,
They didn’t feel like budging an inch; drowned in the celestial aroma,
Later broke the same using slender sticks of explosives; intruded upon the
privacy of my nocturnal bedroom.

When I fixed a grill of barbed wire charged with electric current across my
window; the burglars were simply intrigued by the contrivance,
They perceived me to me astoundingly clever; pondered profoundly on
annihilating my automatic device,
Did the same with clinical precision; abhorrently transgressing through my
solitary dwelling.

It then when I decided to have no grill at all; kept the colossal space of window absolutely bare to peep,
The burglars passing didn’t even notice; dismissing all thoughts of me
possessing the slightest of affluence; ridiculing my threadbare disposition,
They had other houses to sabotage on their list; it was the first time they spared me from possible harm,
And I snored blissfully all night; laughing in my dreams and saying; to stay
without a grill is far better than having one.

31. AFTER A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP

My eyes felt overwhelmingly revitalized; with their focus seeming to be crystal clear,

The network of bones in my body seemed to be well oiled; with that extra ounce
of energy incarcerated,

The breath flowing through my nostrils was holistically pure; without the slightest trace of impurity,

Sweat glands under my arms had started producing fresh perspiration,

The mass of curly hair on my palms had stood up alert; with pungent alacrity,

There seemed to be melodious sounds congruously humming in my eardrum; as an
aftermath of nocturnal dream,

Scarlet blood circulating through my veins had acquired a lighter tinge; and now flowed with pumped exuberance,

Dried crusts of dirt lined my eyelashes; which I wiped off ecstatically with my nail,

A serene calm now besieged my stomach; after onerous turmoil of the previous day,

Languid yawns now occurred; impregnating my demeanor with robust spurts of exhilaration,

The flesh circumventing my chest glistened all the more profoundly in golden rays of the sun,

New buds of taste had sprouted in clusters on my tongue; producing tantalizing sensations in my mouth,

The fortress of my teeth seemed to be fortified and strong enough; to masticate the hardest of coconut shell,

There was a perfect co-ordination between the mind and brain; a perpetual harmony which harnessed constructive thought flow,

Bouts of intense infuriation had dwindled substantially, replaced by the tendency to gently caress the grass and care,

The clouds had never seemed so blue before; and the Sun had never seemed as
dazzling as I could spot it now,

There was passion to work; gleeful run and perspire profusely in the heat,

My voice reverberated loud and stringently from my throat; blended with a perfect crispness to project authority,

All the laziness now seemed to have vanished into thin oblivion; with the last
trace of dreariness thoroughly annihilated,

Mind you there was no mystery behind this; I had slept like a hooded monster
last night; with thunderous snores piercing the stillness of air,

And as the first rays of dawn hit my eyes; I possessed unprecedented strength
to fulfill my duties; love with reinvigorated vigor the ones I ardently admired.
32. IN THE EYES OF HATRED

In the conglomerate of sinister clouds; there lay hidden twinkling stars,
Which emitted brilliant ramifications as the sky cleared; mystically illuminating the atmosphere.

In the dense clusters of green leaves; there lay hidden the incongruously
sculptured branch,
Which was thoroughly elastic with succulent juice oozing; and provided adequate nutrition to the leaves.

In colossal slopes of the treacherous mountain terrain; there lay hidden infinite tunnels; sequestered from acerbic rays of the Sun,
In which resided scores of innocuous rabbit; as well as a fleet of wailing wolf.

In the hostile fangs of poisonous reptile; there lay hidden a hissing sound,
Which permeated the ambience with waves of enchantment; indispensably captivating the attention of all animals in vicinity.

In the blistering rays of flaming Sun; there lay hidden resplendent tinges of rich gold,
Which depicted its natural splendor; the mesmerizing spell that it had cast for centuries unprecedented on this earth.

In the ocean of sizzling lava strewn rampantly circumventing the volcano; there lay hidden crimson colored fumes,
Which painstakingly arose in the air; eventually blending with the firmament of sky.

In the diabolical silhouette of wild elephant; there lay hidden twin pairs of gleaming tusks,
Which bore their way vehemently through the jungle outgrowths; portraying their magnanimous glory to all.

In every rivulet of the intensely polluted stream; there lay hidden sweet mineral water,
If only it was scrupulously recycled; stringently annihilating disdainful impurities impregnated in its persona.

In the body of every little child wandering on this earth; there lay hidden the Omniscient God,
As immaculate as virgin milk dribbling from cow teats; with the entire universe distinctly visible in the impeccable mouth.

And in the eyes of overwhelming hatred; there lay hidden dormant traces of perpetual love,
Which was ready to yield; the moment you caressed and tickled it with loads of empathy blended with profound care.

33. CONTROL IT

Control it; or prepare to loose all your sense of overwhelmingly sagacious prudence,

Control it; or prepare to blend like a piece of frigid chalk in profoundly bedraggled soil,

Control it; or prepare to slacken your invincible stranglehold on the periphery of precious life,

Control it; or prepare to swoon down inevitably towards the ground; as the heat was no longer conducive for your nerves to bear,

Control it; or prepare to uncouthly erase the ocean of blissfully nostalgic memories forever from your intricate mind,

Control it; or prepare to plunge down into the fathomless deep valley; after successfully clambering up the astronomically gigantic summit,

Control it; or prepare to punctuate gaping holes; in your impeccably synchronized plan of unconquerable triumph,

Control it; or prepare to embarrassingly slip on a road embedded profusely with obdurate spikes,

Control it; or prepare to let the indiscriminate flames of blistering Sun; char you to infinitesimal fragments of insipid ash,

Control it; or prepare to accept pathetically crippling defeat; when unprecedented triumph was just a hair away,

Control it; or prepare to plummet below the diabolical dungeons; for the ultimate spin of your life,

Control it; or prepare to have blissful entities traversing down the streets turn for your blood; like an untamed pack of parasites,

Control it; or prepare to start counting backwards all over once again; after reaching the colossally unfathomable numeral of infinity,

Control it; or prepare to succumb like a mountain of ice; infront of salacious lechery and blatantly stinking lies,

Control it; or prepare to wander in diminutive wisps of obsolete oblivion; after the planet had discarded you like a piece of shit,

Control it; or prepare to become an impoverished victim of your own idiosyncrasies; trembling uncontrollably on the abysmally heinous crocodile,

Control it; or prepare to get mercilessly entangled into the most treacherously complicated web; in which ironically there was no grizzly haired spider,

Control it; or prepare to take the perilous onslaught of the hideously menacing devil on your lungs; pulverizing them to worthless sand under its satanic might,

Control it; or prepare to relinquish the love that mattered the most to you; in your destined quota of life,

And control your anger; or prepare to perpetually imprison yourself infinite feet beneath your grave; even when you were still breathing and more exuberant than when God had given you new life.

34. NOT A PENNY MORE; NOT A PENNY LESS.

Not an insouciant penny more via sleazily decrepit manipulation; and not even a priceless penny less; because of the most brutally slandering demons; heartlessly maiming every ounce of my inimitable innocence,

Not a worthless penny more via baselessly bawdy lies; and not even a redolent penny less; because of the most chauvinistically marauding demons; vindictively plundering my virginity till beyond the realms of infinite infinity,

Not a lackadaisical penny more via treacherously demeaning politics; and not even an insuperable penny less; because of the most tyrannically flagrant demons; mercilessly numbing each of my senses till beyond the most bizarre realms of imagination,

Not an impoverished penny more via salaciously murderous corruption; and not even a scintillating penny less; because of the most truculently emotionless demons; crucifying me to the coffins of hell; in my robustly bountiful prime,

Not an ethereal penny more via ominously senseless pretension; and not even an invincible penny less; because of the most preposterously fetid demons; indefatigably drowning me to the rock bottom of morbid nothingness; just in order to retain their spurious stranglehold of mother earth,

Not a sanctimonious penny more via abhorrently impeaching prejudice; and not even a glowing penny less; because of the most hideously imbecile demons; unrelentingly perpetuating their cadaverously non-existent spirits; into my impeccable soul,

Not an invisible penny more via deplorably hedonistic crime; and not even a wondrous penny less; because of the most venomously unsparing demons; incessantly sucking the last droplet of blood from my veins; to nonsensically try and reign supreme for times immemorial,

Not a fugitive penny more via uncontrollably ghastly war; and not even a jubilant penny less; because of the most egocentrically wanton demons; inexorably wasting every single moment of my eclectic existence,

Not an oblivious penny more via sacrilegiously bemoaning parasitism; and not even a victorious penny less; because of the most ignominiously sinful demons; trampling every iota of my divinely virginity; under their claws of unforgiving remorse,

Not an evanescent penny more via cannibalistically greedy deliriousness; and not even an effulgent penny less; because of the most worthlessly roaring demons; intransigently chasing me; till both my feet sank a countless feet beneath dead soil,

Not a penurious penny more via horrifically inconsolable orphaning; and not even a handsome penny less; because of the most tempestuously fickle-minded demons; barbarously strangulating every sound of mellifluous truth in my throat,

Not a lackluster penny more via indescribably licentious prostitution; and not even a majestic penny less; because of the most garrulously wailing demons; indiscriminately vying for the top compartments of my scalp; ever unfurling instant of my destined life,

Not a subjugated penny more via derogatorily desecrating nakedness; and not even a poignant penny less; because of the most rambunctiously disoriented demons; maiming my hands and feet; to make me beg on the sordidly discordant streets,

Not an indifferent penny more via intolerably assassinating racism; and not even a compassionate penny less; because of the most maniacally lambasting demons; horrendously crippling every insinuation of enchanting fantasy; even before it could have arisen in my brain,

Not a disappearing penny more via incomprehensibly despicable force; and not even a effervescent penny less; because of the most relentlessly sinister demons; ruthlessly disassociating every tangible part of my skull; from my blissfully blessed shoulders,

Not an absconding penny more via forlornly valueless magic; and not even an incredulous penny less; because of the most wretchedly cursed demons; embodying their melancholically jinxed name upon my naked chest; forever and ever and ever,

Not a deteriorating penny more via dingily shriveled nightmares; and not even an artistic penny less; because of the most torturously unsparing demons; keeping me unstoppably trembling; at the cold-bloodedly gleaming gunpoint,

Not a dilettante penny more via lecherously pulverizing death; and not even an undefeated penny less; because of the most shamelessly trouncing demons; murderously excoriating through the fabric of my harmonious lungs; with their jaws of profusely blood-soaked malice,

O! Yes; as all what I’d ever wanted or desired; was only what I truly deserved; was what I was truly destined for on this fathomless earth; was what I truly earned in my path towards unassailably spell-binding truth; was what I could truly and perennially proclaim as my bit of space on this planet divine; was what I truly and unconquerably defined as my share of happiness in the chapters of ever-pervading life; not a penny more than that; not a penny less than that; O! Omnipotent Almighty Lord.

35. INIMITABLY INFALLIBLE FANTASY

Not even the most panoramically exuberant of waterfalls; which perennially culminated into the most invincible heavens of triumphant freshness,

Not even the most spell bindingly pristine of meadows; which miraculously ameliorated even the most deliriously thwarted of senses; with their inimitably
unparalleled festoon of golden dewdrops,

Not even the most vivaciously undulating of seas; which interminably evolved into an infinite entrenchments of virgin white froth; unabashedly kissing the shores every now and again like an unabashedly glorious seductress,

Not even the most inscrutably enthralling of forests; which timelessly enamored even the most lugubriously morose elements of the atmosphere; with the spirit
of everlastingly reviving nature,

Not even the most tantalizingly nubile vixens; who inevitably perpetuated even the most obsolete cranny of the impoverished flesh; to tower till the highest territories of fathomless sky,

Not even the most uninhibitedly enchanting globules of rain; which instantaneously metamorphosed every trace of forlornly wanton exhaustion; into a cloudburst of magnificently untamed exultation,

Not even the most boundless treasuries of glittering wealth; which virtually possessed the power to buy every ounce of unassailable luxury; on this effulgently ecstatic planet,

Not even the most victoriously flaming rays of the undefeated Sun; which unstoppably transformed every bit of inexplicably cadaverous depression; into an unshakably kingly rainbow of eternal smiles,

Not even the most fearlessly unflinching roar of the lion; which was the absolute epitome of priceless supremacy; in the ravishingly unfettered outgrowths of iridescently soul searching wilderness,

Not even the most magically mellifluous granaries of unconquerable nectar; which limitlessly bonded organisms of every caste; creed; color and kind; into the religion of unbreakably humanitarian sweetness,

Not even the most peerlessly virile lap of the blessedly indomitable soil; which perpetually fructified into the fruits of naturally robust goodness; and ensured that the mantra of effervescent life forever palpitated,

Not even the most innocuously milky beams of the moon; which redefined even the most haplessly devastating and vindictive blackness; as the profoundly bewitching moonlight midnight,

Not even the most vividly ebullient of rainbows; which tirelessly spawned into an undaunted new civilization of gaiety and charm every unfurling instant; far and a fathomless kilometers away from the prejudices of vituperatively criminal mankind,

Not even the most poignantly intrepid of winds; which forever ensured that there never ever could exist even the most evanescent speck of monotony; which forever made you feel that you were just freshly born,

Not even the most Omniscient mother’s milk; which granted every penurious bone of yours; the insurmountable tenacity to victoriously stand up to the most hideously plundering devils,

Not even the most candidly transparent of mirrors; which unhesitatingly revealed the most innermost quarter of your pugnaciously parched soul; gorgeously mitigating you of every trace of your cursed misery,

Not even the most unlimitedly ubiquitous of compassion; which befriended you so majestically in your times of pernicious distress; that you felt yourself as the most blessed organism alive,

Not even the most fierily unadulterated puff of breath; which so regally reinvigorated even the most invisibly deteriorating of your senses; to holistically perceive beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

For if there’s anything at all that can forever and ever and ever liberate a true man; then it is none else than his beautifully unbridled and passionately burgeoning ocean of; inimitably infallible fantasy.

36. FINDING HEAVEN ON EARTH- IN THE PROSTITUTE’S FORM

Tell me. Does the Omnipotent Sun in anyways; blaze through her impoverished dwelling an iota less; than it unrelentingly streams in through the bricks of your
sanctimoniously incarcerated castle?

Tell me. Do the poignantly royal roses in anyways; waft their mesmerizing redolence through her dingy dwelling an iota less; than they unremittingly enlighten every conceivable morbid space in your chauvinistically victimizing castle?

Tell me. Does the iridescently milky moonlight in anyways; majestically enamor her shattered dwelling an iota less; than it celestially sweeps across the ostentatiously emotionless chimneys of your sonorously prejudiced castle?

Tell me. Do the nightingales in anyways; ecstatically sing the songs of victory around her inconspicuous dwelling an iota less; than they perennially murmur the hymns of mellifluous freedom in the brutally ensnared gardens of your fetidly dictatorial castle?

Tell me. Do the untamed forests in anyways; cast their spells of unconquerable mysticism on her match-boxed dwelling an iota less; than they timelessly and
inscrutably whisper upon the caged boundaries of your atrociously sadistic castle?

Tell me. Do the boundless oceans in anyways; perpetuate their rhapsodic tanginess upon her dingy dwelling an iota less; than they uninhibitedly grant new definitions of unbridled liberation to your sacrilegiously damned castle?

Tell me. Does the victoriously unabashed breeze in anyways; magnificently cool her truncated dwelling an iota less; than it undauntedly soothes every despairingly frazzled nerve within the realms of your acrimoniously perverted castle?

Tell me. Does the euphorically torrential rain in anyways; timelessly fertilize her penurious dwelling an iota less; than it thunderously sweeps every ounce of cadaverous fretfulness from each adulterated whisker of your demonically
chained castle?

Tell me. Do the first beams of optimistically unfettered dawn in anyways; ebulliently caress her measly dwelling an iota less; than they bestow fresh rays of priceless hope to every callously blackened cranny of your heartlessly wanton castle?

Tell me. Do the limitlessly fantasizing clouds of heaven in anyways; voluptuously enshroud her restricted dwelling an iota less; than they transcend over every bit of tyrannically diabolical monotony in your ominously worthless castle?

Tell me. Do the seeds of a blissfully futuristic tomorrow in anyways; compassionately blossom infront of her mercurial dwelling an iota less; than they brilliantly transform every ounce of impotence into invincible fertility; in your uncouthly monotonous castle?

Tell me. Do the iridescent stars in anyways; triumphantly twinkle upon her miserly dwelling an iota less; than they brilliantly illuminate every torturously slandering night in your cold-bloodedly devilish castle?

Tell me. Does the sky of impregnably truth in anyways; unassailably bestow its essence of mellifluous sweetness upon her evanescent dwelling an iota less;
than it perennially metamorphoses every whisker of debauchery in your raunchy castle; into an undefeated paradise of righteousness?

Tell me. Does the chapter of eternally blessing procreation in anyways; insuperably enters her stingy dwelling an iota less; than it unceasingly abounds and sacredly inhabits every single living being in your fecklessly cavalier castle?

Tell me. Does the lap of divinely mother nature in anyways; tirelessly shower its spectacularly robust fruits upon her naked dwelling an iota less; than it royally replenishes even the tiniest desire of all those residing; in your ornately
subjugated castle?

Tell me. Do the steps of the Omnipresent Temple in anyways; perpetually shower their philanthropically unbiased blessings upon her bourgeoisie dwelling an iota less; than they forever remain potently present in your claustrophobically robotic castle?

Tell me. Does the Universe of unendingly titillating life in anyways; handsomely proliferate in her side-lined dwelling an iota less; than it inevitably replaces every element of deadened injustice; in your lifelessly bigoted castle?

Tell me. Does the heartbeat of immortal love in anyways; perennially fructify in her ethereal dwelling an iota less; than it indefatigably celebrates the true fervor of inimitably unparalleled existence; in your despicably anarchist castle?

So if God and his Omnipresent Nature didn’t differentiate the slightest; then tell me you inconsiderately venomous man; who hell were you to consider the sensuously nubile prostitute; a horridly sinful untouchable; who the hell were you to consider the tirelessly bewitching prostitute a deplorably live carrier of disease; devastation; unpardonable betrayal; devilish licentiousness and hopelessly silencing death,

Amazingly and specially even after you surreptitiously fathered countless more of your own kind; via that same unshakably ravishing prostitute form; finding the most gloriously victorious of heavens right here on planet earth and in the tantalizing recesses of her bosom divine.

37. PERPETUALLY AND EXTRAORDINARILY SPICY

Neither too smiling; culminating into the most indefatigably relentless of chortles every unfurling instant; and that too without the slightest reason or rhyme,

Neither too victorious; forever and ever and ever wanting the flag of unfettered triumph; to hoist high and handsome towards the sky; whilst not realizing that each human has his/her own egregiously defeated day,

Neither too fragrant; surreptitiously cloistering every ounce of haplessly despairing stench; which needed immediate and inevitable attention; for the amelioration from treacherous confinement,

Neither too strong; incessantly trying to win every bit of barren space on this fathomlessly enchanting earth; with the radiations of brawn and brain; instead of royally stirring the chords of the compassionate chest,

Neither too colorful; profusely inundating the canvas of this spectacularly unceasing Universe with so much unbelievable vibrancy; that there remained simply no room for rustically righteous and ubiquitous simplicity,

Neither too supreme; insatiably harboring the urge to valiantly rule over every other organism; instead of bonding in the threads of amiably invincible friendship; with one and all symbiotically alike,

Neither too fudged; limitlessly adorned like a bride for times immemorial even after the wedding was long over; ostentatiously overruling the corridors of simplistically truthful humanity,

Neither too lackadaisical; letting the waves of insidiously hedonistic negativity crucify the unsurpassably undefeated passion; inherently lingering in the blessedly fructifying atmosphere,

Neither too sensitive; miserably collapsing into a non-existent pool of forlorn nothingness; with the most infinitesimally parsimonious draught of orphaned wind,

Neither too beautiful; inevitably attracting every tangible piece of attention towards your very inflated self; even as countless more deserving than you slithered in the aisles of desperate oblivion,

Neither too artistic; indefatigably being nothing else but a tirelessly fulminating inferno of tempestuous emotions; pathetically floundering to mélange with infinite more normal men and women of your kind,

Neither too brilliant; interminably evolving into an unsurpassably unbridled civilization of heroic genius every unraveling instant; when your newborn infant
wanted just a few humanitarianly ordinary hugs from your soul,

Neither too wealthy; splurging an infinite notes of currency to mollify the most anomalously eccentric of your desire; whereas on the other hand fathomless humans died like a horde of mosquitoes; without those two quintessential morsels of food,

Neither too religious; abnegating several philanthropically symbiotic activities and sinfully considering several innocent as untouchables; on the pretext of staunchly disoriented religion,

Neither too perspicacious; hardly succumbing to any fallacy as you executed a zillion tasks a minute; wantonly overruling the age old axiom of -To err is absolutely human,

Neither too satisfied; massacring the very crux of spell-bindingly tantalizing desire; aimlessly gallivanting through the fields of wastrel inactivity; with even the most invincibly inimitable prosperity at your nimble feet,

Neither too philosophical; inhaling and exhaling each breath of vibrantly ecstatic life in crassly biasedidealism; instead of unflinchingly following the mantra of – Survival of the Fittest,

Neither too fiery; baselessly sizzling in the aisles of seductively virile flirtation and uxorious romance; when there existed innumerable mercilessly betrayed hearts; crumbling towards hapless deterioration; right infront of your window pane,

But life I irrefutably feel and infact should be an efficaciously commensurate blend of all these; O! Yes life should forever and ever and ever be a complete meal; which needn’t be quintessentially royal; but would brilliantly suffice and was more than divine; if it was just perpetually and extraordinarily spicy.

38. TRY AND LIVE WITH IT INSTEAD

The harder you try and erase your deplorably unfortunate past from your mind; the harder it cadaverously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your blissful present; into a corpse of treacherously remorseful uncertainties,

The harder you try and erase your deliriously shocking past from your mind; the harder it fecklessly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
burgeoning present; into a jailhouse of inexplicably inconsolable brooding,

The harder you try and erase your obsessively meaningless past from your mind; the harder it wantonly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your fructifying present; into a coffin of intransigently stabbing miseries,

The harder you try and erase your sinful ribald past from your mind; the harder it preposterously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your resplendent present; into the gallows of acrimoniously venomous disease,

The harder you try and erase your thoughtlessly gratuitous past from your mind; the harder it wretchedly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your synergistic present; into the most non-existent wisps of diabolical hell,

The harder you try and erase your baselessly egregious past from your mind; the harder it demonically comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your heavenly present; into haunted house of unceremoniously jinxed memories,

The harder you try and erase your abhorrently dastardly past from your mind; the harder it unrelentingly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your royal present; into a cloudburst of unforgivably apocalyptic blood,

The harder you try and erase your dejectedly failed past from your mind; the harder it lethally comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your ecstatic present; into a pigstalk of fetid bitterness,

The harder you try and erase your sadistically incarcerated past from your mind; the harder it cannibalistically comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your priceless present; into a rusted iron nail of worthless violence,

The harder you try and erase your criminally excoriating past from your mind; the harder it unceremoniously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your undaunted present; into the most sordidly stagnating oblivion,

The harder you try and erase your brutally assassinating past from your mind; the harder it despicably comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your effulgent present; into a frigidly infidel worm of nothingness,

The harder you try and erase your unbearably torturous past from your mind; the harder it salaciously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
sacrosanct present; into an amorphously emotionless carcass of disdain,

The harder you try and erase your immutably bigoted past from your mind; the harder it sacrilegiously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of
your victorious present; into a dungeon of barbarously blackened parasitic confinement,

The harder you try and erase your carnivorously stinking past from your mind; the harder it ignominiously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your exuberant present; into a deathful madness of unsurpassable melancholy,

The harder you try and erase your disastrously malevolent past from your mind; the harder it vituperatively comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your unconquerable present; into a graveyard of unendingly cursed sickness,

The harder you try and erase your fearfully dogged past from your mind; the harder it unwontedly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your rejuvenated present; into an unfathomable gorge of vindictively despairing sadness,

The harder you try and erase your uncouthly terrorized past from your mind; the harder it intractably comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your redolent present; into the ultimate apogees of satanic devastation,

The harder you try and erase your murderously inhumanitarian past from your mind; the harder it viciously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your impregnable present; into a trail of haplessly staggering discontentment,

The harder you try and erase your ghoulishly pugnacious past from your mind; the harder it reproachfully comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your peerless present; into the most unpardonable abuse of the entire Universe,

Therefore; try and accept it as an already happened element of your existence instead; which would never ever repeat itself in your path to presently philanthropically victory; try and live with your past instead.

39. WHY JUST ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ ONCE A YEAR?

I was amazingly born everytime; I spoke the unflinchingly peerless truth; wholesomely unperturbed and unaffected by the zillion abuses and gory atrocities meted upon me; by the fathomless planet outside,

I was ecstatically born everytime; I wholeheartedly embraced each orphan that I encountered in my way; compassionately and forever carrying him towards his
ultimate destination and treating him like one of my very own blood and kin,

I was spell bindingly born everytime; I wafted the essence of eternally fructifying symbiotism from even the most inconspicuous of my senses; holistically melanged with each of my surroundings as one of its most priceless gifts of creation Divine,

I was spectacularly born everytime; I tirelessly evolved panoramically humanitarian poetry; out of wisps of sheer and pathetically dwindling nothingness,

I was ebulliently born everytime; I fearlessly set out to adventure; stumbling upon an infinite more new creations of Mother Nature; when I’d just thought that the world had now come to a virtual standstill,

I was triumphantly born everytime; I wholesomely changed the miserably jinxed destiny lines on my palms; reached the absolute zenith of philanthropic success with sheer hard work and an infinite droplets of righteous sweat,

I was exuberantly born everytime; I earnestly attempted my very best to perpetually coalesce every caste; creed; religion; color and sect under the Omnipotent Sun; into the most unconquerably supreme religion of humanity,

I was victoriously born everytime; I unabashedly proliferated into countless of my own; sowing the astoundingly virile seeds of my body; to far and wide by the grace of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord,

I was blessedly born everytime; I infallibly marched on the path of unshakable righteousness; even though it was barbarously laden with a countless
agonizingly blood-stained thorns,

I was effulgently born everytime; I selflessly entered the body of each disastrously suffering organism on this planet; felt its pain as my very own; and then tried my very best to ameliorate it towards the aisles of celestial paradise,

I was poignantly born everytime; I exuded an infinite droplets of love from every conceivable pore of my impoverished form; then used the same for the creation of a brand new civilization whose foundations rested on the bricks of immortally bounteous compassion,

I was everlastingly born everytime; I took fresh breath into my nostrils; with a perennial resolve to uproot even the most infinitesimal trace of dastardly evil; from the fabric of this conventionally sanctimonious society,

I was interminably born everytime; I uninhibitedly fantasized till even beyond the realms of unlimited eternity; about the pristine pearls of goodness forever falling and blessing the trajectory of earth divine,

I was bountifully born everytime; I euphorically propagated to every existing corner of this limitless Universe; that the religion of humanity was bigger and greater than any other blood relation thriving on this planet,

I was stupendously born everytime; I stopped the indiscriminate felling of trees; planting a countless more seedlings for every blissfully venerated tree mercilessly massacred,

I was enchantingly born everytime; I relentlessly discovered every aspect and pore of my beloved’s body; culminating into the ultimate fireball of undefeatedly tantalizing thrill,

I was supremely born everytime; I royally replenished even the tiniest of my agony and desire; wholesomely enshrouding each of my senses with the resplendently enlightening fruits of mother nature,

I was impregnably born everytime; I kissed the Omniscient feet of my mother to be further blessed; affably cuddled in her altruistic lap; to be timelessly caressed as once again her newborn child,

I was wonderfully born everytime; I made every haplessly deprived female on earth as my benign sister; invincibly protected her chastity from even the most invisible trace of the devil; and for the remainder of my life,

I was fantastically born everytime; I perpetuated beams of literate enlightenment into the lives of all those worthlessly illiterate; endlessly fought for establishing their egalitarian right in every shoulder and walk of life,

I was insuperably born everytime; the Omnipotent Almighty Lord felt that a worthlessly non-existent molecule such as me; was one amongst his countless blessed ones alive,

Then tell me; why do you wish me and an infinite like me a Happy Birthday only just once in a year; when infact we were born into a countless more undefeated lives; every single instant that we ardently committed ourselves to the unassailable chapters of humanity; goodness and symbiotic life.

40. O! BLESSED WRITER !

Just as the Omnipotent Sun interminably continues to blaze every tangible and intangible speck of this Universe; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the blood-sucking world today,

Just as the brilliantly fecund soil infallibly continues to sprout into quintessentially replenishing fruit; irrespective of whether its gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the salaciously decrepit world today,

Just as the fantastically fathomless ocean impregnably continues to culminate into newer and newer peaks of optimism with every wave; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the diabolically demented world today,

Just as the boundlessly azure sky unrelentingly continues to shower celestially fructifying globules of golden rain; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the meaninglessly shriveled world today,

Just as the poignantly scarlet rose peerlessly continues to waft the scent of beautifully benign oneness to every quarter of this unceasing Universe; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the demonically perverted world today,

Just as the venerated mother unflinchingly continues to protect her priceless child from even the most invisible insinuation of danger; irrespective of whether she gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
satanically parasitic world today,

Just as the apogee of Everest unshakably continues to tower towards the skies of panoramically unparalleled righteousness; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the hedonistically venomous world today,

Just as the sensuous nightingale indefatigably continues to sing the hymns of symbiotically unassailable togetherness; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the pathetically sadistic world today,

Just as the unimpeachable moon uninhibitedly continues to enlighten the most
lugubriously blackened of night; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the cold-bloodedly violent world today,

Just as the blessed breeze poignantly continues to exhilarate the wretchedly
stagnating dullness of the monotonous atmosphere; irrespective of whether it
gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the sacrilegiously deteriorating world today,

Just as the persevering armpits righteously continue to exude countless droplets of well-deservedly truthful sweat; irrespective of whether they get or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the insanely condemning world today,

Just as the seductively tantalizing blades of uncrushed grass timelessly culminate into an infinite beads of ecstatic dewdrops; irrespective of whether they get or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the robotically prejudiced world today,

Just as the impeccably inimitable infants undauntedly continue to discover and evolve an innumerable untainted labyrinths of adventure; irrespective of whether they get or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the disastrously cannibalistic world today,

Just as the vivaciously untamed rainbow perennially continues to mystify every speck of jinxed morbidness on this planet; irrespective of whether they get or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the carnivorously incarcerated world today,

Just as the virgin pearl undyingly continues to majestically symbolize every caste; creed; color and race on this earth peacefully and alike; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the mercilessly pulverizing world today,

Just as the unconquerable sky perpetually continues to be roof to every single organism on this limitlessly ebullient Universe; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the precariously vindictive world today,

Just as the immortal heart unstoppably continues to throb for the spirit of Omnisciently eternal love; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the manipulatively sneering world today,

Just as the undefeated conscience forever continues to burn in the flame of the ultimate altruistic truth; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the baselessly asphyxiating world today,

Similarly you too; eternally continue to inundate every dolorously barren bit of paper; with the words of Omnipresent truth that miraculously drifted from your pen O! blessed writer; irrespective of whether you get or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the heartlessly dwindling world today.

41. PLEASE REMEMBER ALL THE ANSWERS

Ask the pristinely large eyed child; as to how does it feel after losing both his parents; to the most tragically unfortunate and demonically pulverizing of car crash?

Ask the century old royal tree; as to how does it feel after being ruthlessly uprooted from its compassionate mother soil; just for viciously illuminating; the politician’s every spurious bonfire night?

Ask the majestically unabashed ocean; as to how does it feel after cold-bloodedly scurrilous man indiscriminately used it for the most derogatory nuclear experimentation; unstoppably killed its aristocratic fish and life; for his worthlessly impotent cuisine?

Ask the eternally burgeoning mother; as to how does she feel after the most priceless ingredient of her womb; her son; was eventually beheaded by the enemy camp; who’d being diabolically torturing him since times immemorial?

Ask the unsurpassably towering building; as to how does it feel after the brutally devastating earthquake; which uncompromisingly rattled and shattered the foundations of all races and times?

Ask the adroitly blissful fish; as to how does it feel after being heartlessly placed in the unsparingly simmering oven; after relishing and replenishing each element of its life; as the ultimate queen of the fathomless sea?

Ask the bounteously spawning soil; as to how does it feel after being barbarously ploughed with the most invidiously carnivorous pickaxes of menacing steel; in
man’s rapacious thirst to discover and strike gold?

Ask the vivaciously enamoring rainbow; as to how does it feel after the clouds and rain wholesomely disappeared; with nothing else but the indefatigably blazing Sun evaporating every conceivable thing in the atmosphere?

Ask the exuberantly ecstatic youngster; as to how does it feel after being subjected to the direct wrath of the atom bomb; being further left alongwith countless more of his generations to crawl without arms and legs; upon salaciously cold ground?

Ask the fearlessly true soldier; as to how does it feel after being gracefully handed back to his respective country by the opposition; and then being addressed as an infertile traitor for the remainder of his life?

Ask the redolently unconquerable rose; as to how does it feel after each of its compassionate petal in infinite millions of its kind; were sinfully plucked and then pervertedly flushed down the lavatory hole?

Ask the tantalizingly moistened dewdrop; as to how does it feel after the acrimoniously unsparing rays of the belligerent summer; evaporated even the most infinitesimal ounce of it; till times immemorial?

Ask the convivially ebullient bird; as to how does it feel after the pugnaciously acid coated kite string; satanically cut the impregnably united mass of its wings; into a worthless two?

Ask the independently invincible flag; as to how does it feel after being conquered and replaced; by the flag of ominously incarcerating and deplorably ribald dictatorship?

Ask the unassailably humanitarian blood; as to how does it feel after being amorphously dissected into the devilish boundaries and vindictive differences of color/caste/creed and tribe?

Ask the ecstatically twinkling eye; as to how does it feel after being subjected to infinite billion tears of sheer hopelessness; inflicted by the venomous commercialism of this treacherously manipulative world today?

Ask the endlessly fantasizing brain; as to how does it feel after being subjected to unendingly sadistic germs of monotony; in order to carry forward the inevitable swirl of pragmatically massacring life?

Ask the immortally passionate heart; as to how does it feel after being hedonistically poisoned with the inconsolable mortuaries; of demonically asphyxiating betrayal?

And the next time you ever feel sad; or hopelessly insignificant; or inexplicably depressed for no ostensible reason and rhyme; even after possessing all of God’s impregnably enamoring endowments upon mankind intact; then please for heaven sake do remember all the answers.

42. IN THE CURRENT MOMENT

Whatever bountifully good and resplendent; or the most hideously torturous chambers of unforgivably carcinogenic disaster; on the trajectory of this timelessly enthralling Universe,

Whatever unconquerably righteous and truthful; or the most sinfully perverted anecdotes of brutally sanctimonious lies; on the map of this boundlessly bewitching Universe,

Whatever peerlessly blazing and optimistic; or the most satanically unbearable lanes of deliriously inconsolable dastardliness; on the firmament of this eternally rhapsodic Universe,

Whatever philanthropically symbiotic and victorious; or the most sadistically malevolent gutters of shamefully uxorious defeat; on the ladder of this unabashedly magnetic Universe,

Whatever magically potent and proliferating; or the most tautologically destructive battlefields of egregiously evaporating infertility; on the mist of this gigantically undefeated Universe,

Whatever miraculously altruistic and benevolent; or the most criminally unforgivable wars of demonically excoriating terrorism; on the notebook of this fathomlessly mesmerizing Universe,

Whatever enchantingly synergistic and beautiful; or the most dementedly disgusting form of venomously prejudiced ugliness; on the wall of this fantastically bestowing Universe,

Whatever charismatically blessed and humanitarian; or the most sacrilegiously condemnable hollows of diabolically parasitic inhumanity; on the playground of this interminably fecund Universe,

Whatever effulgently boisterous and youthful; or the most deplorably shriveled skins of deplorably extinguishing old age; on the cradle of this unbelievably ameliorating Universe,

Whatever unconquerably sparkling and virgin; or the most parasitically bigoted thrones of manipulatively adulterated politics; on the canvas of this incredulously magnanimous Universe,

Whatever brilliantly honest and persevering; or the most abysmally distorted mortuaries of haplessly asphyxiating laziness; on the filament of this regally
sacred Universe,

Whatever perspicaciously virtuous and candid; or the most disdainfully circumlocuted routes of hedonistically disoriented deceit; on the periphery of this vividly placating Universe,

Whatever blessedly innocuous and peaceful; or the most vociferously cadaverous graveyards of indiscriminately impoverished war; on the roof of this spell-bindingly euphoric Universe,

Whatever dedicatedly benign and godly; or the most worthlessly stagnating carcasses of the unforgivably wailing agnostic; on the territories of this aristocratically unlimited Universe,

Whatever victoriously liberating and fragrant; or the most lividly decaying stench of maniacally lambasting slavery; on the apogees of this perennially spawning Universe,

Whatever beautifully unparalleled and replenishing; or the most inexhaustibly imbecile pangs of demonically uncurbed hunger; on the shores of this unlimitedly fertile Universe,

Whatever immortally compassionate and faithful; or the most unsavorily gory winds of heinously paralyzing infidelity; on the pores of this supremely panoramic Universe,

Whatever unshakably Omnipresent and lively; or the most excruciatingly crucifying cries of intolerably maiming death; on the strings of this unimaginably versatile Universe,

Every conceivable shade of life exists not in the obliviously sluggish past; and neither in the inexplicably unknown future; but infact and irrefutably in the unconquerable Now; in this very current moment.

43. AFTER BATHING IN THE FIRST SHOWERS OF PRICELESS RAIN

The most haplessly swishing of arid hair; suddenly metamorphosed into the most ravishingly titillating fronds of supreme ecstasy; after bathing in the first showers of golden rain; that so celestially tumbled from fathomless sky,

The most abjectly chapped lips; suddenly metamorphosed into the most lusciously pink lotus’s of voluptuous glory; after bathing in the first showers of priceless rain; that so unabashedly tumbled from enchanting sky,

The most drearily pulverized soles suddenly metamorphosed into the most exhilarating pathways of an intrepidly optimistic tomorrow; after bathing in the first showers of inimitable rain; that so peerlessly tumbled from ebullient sky,

The most deliriously thwarted of brains suddenly metamorphosed into the most spell bindingly intriguing civilizations of sparkling newness; after bathing in the first showers of voluptuous rain; that so majestically tumbled from triumphant sky,

The most exhaustedly flustered of palms suddenly metamorphosed into the most invincibly philanthropic pillars of united strength; after bathing in the first showers of exultating rain; that so uninhibitedly tumbled from infallible sky,

The most demonically constipated of bellies suddenly metamorphosed into the most vivaciously dancing fairies of the tantalizing night; after bathing in the first showers of inscrutable rain; that so poignantly tumbled from ubiquitous sky,

The most morosely sulking eyes suddenly metamorphosed into the most eternally fructifying cisterns of benign happiness; after bathing in the first showers of astounding rain; that so unwontedly tumbled from limitless sky,

The most dismally febrile and shivering teeth suddenly metamorphosed into the most immaculately amazing pearls of exuberance; after bathing in the first showers of royal rain; that so spectacularly tumbled from charismatic sky,

The most lividly deteriorating of pallid skins suddenly metamorphosed into the most miraculously proliferating nests of freshness; after bathing in the first showers of replenishing rain; that so magically tumbled from passionate sky,

The most discriminatingly bigoted of blood suddenly metamorphosed into the most unassailable waterfall of unshakably glorious humanity; after bathing in the first showers of effulgent rain; that so sensuously tumbled from undefeatable sky,

The most meaninglessly yawning of mouths suddenly metamorphosed into the most insuperably emollient heavens of creative energy; after bathing in the first showers of mesmerizing rain; that so seductively tumbled from resplendent sky,

The most disastrously flabbergasted of bones suddenly metamorphosed into the most handsomely unconquerable apogees of patriotism; after bathing in the first showers of virile rain; that so unrelentingly tumbled from unimpeachable sky,

The most despondently squelched of spines suddenly metamorphosed into the most compassionately electrifying beanstalks of sensitivity; after bathing in the first showers of fecund rain; that so indefatigably tumbled from vibrant sky,

The most barbarously robotic of fingers suddenly metamorphosed into the most invincibly burgeoning lanes of ubiquitous artistry; after bathing in the first showers of gregarious rain; that so unbelievably tumbled from azure sky,

The most pugnaciously commercial of destinies suddenly metamorphosed into the most unfathomably bewildering meadows of salivating desire; after bathing in the first showers of vivid rain; that so copiously tumbled from unending sky,

The most vindictively asphyxiated of ears suddenly metamorphosed into the most serenading labyrinths of intricate intimacy; after bathing in the first showers of ameliorating rain; that so fantastically tumbled from egalitarian sky,

The most dejectedly flailing of necks suddenly metamorphosed into the most excitedly reverberating summits of Everest; after bathing in the first showers of adventurous rain; that so effeminately tumbled from aristocratic sky,

The most pervertedly impotent of personalities suddenly metamorphosed into the most incessantly evolving oceans of godly fertility; after bathing in the first showers of Omnipotent rain; that so uncompromisingly tumbled from erudite sky,

And the most satanically betraying of hearts suddenly metamorphosed into the most perpetually blessing calendars of all-time immortal love; after bathing in the first showers of holistic rain; that so everlastingly tumbled from bountiful sky.

44. WHO SAYS THAT THE PHOTOGRAPH WAS LIFELESS ?

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unlimitedly ignited passion when we rolled on profusely rain soaked grass; as marvelously as its peerlessly infallible contours,

Nonone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unconquerably divinely embrace under the optimistically rising Sun; as majestically as its flawlessly twinkling contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unassailably ardent emotion as we uninhibitedly divulged the innermost arenas of our heart; as aristocratically as its victoriously unimpeachable contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; fervently tracing each pore of our skins like the greatest of artists; as its triumphantly benign contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; endlessly humming an infinite unabashed tunes of freshly found happiness; as its poignantly enthralling contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insuperably glorious unity; when we clung to each other like never before in the profoundly tangy waves of the undulating ocean; as its inimitably undefeated contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; eternally unfettered playfulness when we poked each other in the ribs with our bohemian toe; as its regally unshakable contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insatiably magnetic arousal; when every conceivable hair on our skin stood up till the ultimate peak of Everest; as its peerlessly innocuous contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unwontedly exhilarating nakedness; when we tantalizingly chased each other in the rapturously moonless night; as its gregariously unbiased contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; everlastingly voluptuous intimacy; when the most luscious tinge of our lips blended with the fabric of the entire Universe; as its earnestly sparkling contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; bewitchingly unparalleled ecstasy; when we fearlessly intermingled each of our breaths in the broadest of daylight; as its affably immaculate contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; innocently unconquerable passion; when we timelessly stared into the inscrutable whites of our eyes; as its marvelously endowed contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; intrepidly emancipating adventure; when we tirelessly explored every seductively enrapturing pathway of mother nature; as its amiably mesmerizing contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; pricelessly humanitarian bonding; when we forever and ardently coalesced each finger of our palms irrespective of caste/creed/color or tribe; as its splendidly replenishing contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; triumphantly unceasing exultation; when we’d eaten the first meal of our life together in the same altruistic leaf; as its handsomely befitting contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; extraordinarily reverberating sensuousness; when we traced even the most inconspicuous bone of our shivering spines with our tongues; as its iridescently blessed contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; symbiotically redolent proliferation; when we held our new born baby daughter in our delightedly effervescent palms; as its adroitly chiseled contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; immortally blessed love; when we’d first met and proposed in the Omnisciently unshakable realms of the mosque; as its regally harmonious contours,

And can you believe it ! Even after doing so much for us; portraying our love so perpetually and in an infinite of its magical forms; to a boundless more of our future generations; the world still stupidly said; that the photograph was spinelessly emotionless and “Lifeless”.

45. TRUTH REMAINS TRUTH FOREVER

Whether the inexplicably shivering beggar spoke it; or whether it diffused magnetically from the stupendously rich man’s mouth,

Whether the pathetically diminutive ant spoke it; or whether it diffused roaringly from the overwhelmingly majestic lion’s mouth,

Whether the horrendously ugly witch spoke it; or whether it diffused gloriously from the unequivocally beautiful princess’s mouth,

Whether the pathetically slithering snake spoke it; or whether it diffused articulately from the voluptuously seductive nightingale’s mouth,

Whether the ridiculously staggering clown spoke it; or whether it diffused handsomely from the valiantly fighting; and majestically patriotic soldier’s mouth,

Whether the sordidly black slave spoke it; or whether it diffused opulently from the grandiloquently embellished queen’s mouth,

Whether the infinitesimally wavering ant spoke it; or whether it diffused domineeringly from the royally towering elephant’s mouth,

Whether the tyrannically starved orphan spoke it; or whether it diffused toweringly from the unfathomably blessed and bountiful mountain’s mouth,

Whether the irrevocably hideous cactus spoke it; or whether it diffused rhapsodically from the magnanimously showering cloud’s mouth,

Whether the perpetually deaf man spoke it; or whether it diffused spell-bindingly from the ingratiatingly tantalizing magician’s mouth,

Whether the languidly idling tortoise spoke it; or whether it diffused dynamically from the flamboyantly zipping and dynamic fire’s mouth,

Whether the intermittently pertinent mosquito spoke it; or whether it diffused synergistically from the incredulously gorgeous eagle’s mouth,

Whether the brutally scorched camel spoke it; or whether it diffused poignantly from the unsurpassably Kingly ocean’s mouth,

Whether the gruesomely illiterate urchin spoke it; or whether it diffused integrally from the irrefutably prudent and sacred philosopher’s mouth,

Whether the devastatingly old and bedraggled grandfather spoke it; or whether it diffused exuberantly from the lusciously vivacious and enthrallingly dancing
angel’s mouth,

Whether the grisly haired rat spoke it; or whether it diffused celestially from the heavenly spiritual and charismatic Goddess’s mouth,

Whether the ignominiously castigated artist spoke it; or whether it diffused seductively from the wonderfully captivating fairy’s mouth,

Whether the hopelessly extinguished candle spoke it; or whether it diffused authoritatively from the benevolently crowned monarch’s mouth,

And whether the incomprehensibly shattered heart spoke it; or whether it diffused immortally from the profusely replenished lover’s mouth,

Truth would always and irrefutably remain only as TRUTH FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER ; bonding all those with a philanthropically symbiotic will to survive; in
thunderbolts of everlasting passion; in the blankets of impregnable humanity; alike.

46. WHY ARE YOU BOTHERED ?

You just climb the tree with a spirit of adventure drenching each of your bedraggled senses; and the winds of untamed euphoria encapsulating each of your dreary nerves,
Why are you bothered about counting the innumerable number of branches that came in between; the incomprehensibly pertinent barricade of worms and insects that you encountered in your way ?

You just eat the mango wholeheartedly with stupendous relish; rhapsodically devouring its majestic skin with the ecstatic buds in your tongue,
Why are you bothered about counting the unsurpassable number of seeds incarcerated in its belly; the baseless strands of bitterness that protruded
harmlessly from its body ?

You just swim exuberantly across the bountifully ravishing lake; letting the heavenly waters take celestial control over the boundless battalion of frazzled parasites lingering in your insidious blood,
Why are you bothered about counting the meaningless number of ripples that floated on the surface; the innocuously drifting sea weed and frigid lumber that kissed your shriveled skin; as you drifted by ?

You just bask in the aisles of unprecedentedly ebullient fantasy and desire; galloping towards the summit of unparalleled happiness as each instant unveiled by,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless number of images that stupendously enshrouded your nimble mind; the fathomless myriad of color which hovered obscurely in the interiors of your intriguingly passionate brain cells?

You just patriotically march for your motherland in all situations alike; beheading the army of lecherously blood-sucking traitors on the other side; with your invincible sword of righteousness,
Why are you bothered about counting the invidiously augmenting number of devils; the unending repertoire of insinuations that they harbored; in their murderous plot to overtopple sagacious mankind ?

You just sight your bountifully endowed reflection in the profusely sparkling mirror; admiring the intricate shapes of your countenance bestowed upon you in vibrant abundance; by the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
Why are you bothered about counting the worthless sheets of dead fiber imprisoned inside the glass; the disdainful blotches of dirt failing occasionally tocast their impression upon its satiny periphery ?

You just disseminate the ideals of immortal peace; love and humanity; to the most remotest parts of this boundlessly benign Universe,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless fleet of manipulative politicians and tycoons; the ropes of treacherous drudgery that they had spun upon the crippled and enslaved; alike ?

You just pursue whatever the innermost recesses of your heart dictate; passionately bonding and blending with the waves of unconquerable artistry and the Omnipresent aura of fantasy for centuries immemorial,
Why are you bothered about counting the unendingly monotonous jokers around; for whom nothing else mattered on this earth; but working like an insane clockwork from nine to nine ?

And you just pursue your love in this bloomingly mesmerizing life; immortally coalescing with its Omniscient spirit every time you were bestowed upon with an opportunity to be born; robustly once again,
Why are you bothered about counting the ludicrously corrupt barriers of conventionally rigid society; the tremendously cowardly pattern that they had adopted since the time that they had emanated their very first breath; the same dastardly pattern which they wanted you to incorrigibly follow; for ostensibly no reason or rhyme ?

47. UNTIL AND UNLESS

My eyes incorrigibly refused to move; remaining stubbornly mute for centuries immemorial,
Until and Unless; the impeccable whites of your enamoring sight; perpetually
interlocked with their sporadically twinkling shine.

My toes irrevocably refused to transgress a single step; pathetically freezing like a mountain of treacherously crippled logs,
Until and Unless; the delectable tinkle of your immaculately divine feet; perpetually interlocked with their boisterous exuberance.

My lips intransigently refused to smile; resembling the murderously gory
interiors of corpse; even in their celestial prime,
Until and Unless; the rubicund pink of your innocuously tantalizing cheeks;
perpetually interlocked with their new found happiness.

My neck dogmatically refused to drift; ludicrously stoning itself like a lame pillar; even as the entire beauty of this wonderful planet crept by,
Until and Unless; the compassionate tenderness down your ravishing spine; perpetually interlocked with its euphoria to surge forward in vibrant life.

My fingers belligerently refused to write; ridiculously retreating into a shell of rotting nothingness; even as majestic artistry fulminated in their veins,
Until and Unless; the untamed mysticism in your seductive palms; perpetually
interlocked with their resilience rising above the sky.

My stomach venomously refused to eat; starving itself to unprecedented limits; even as lecherously sank deeper and deeper into my grave,
Until and Unless; the voluptuous charm of your ambiguously titillating belly; perpetually interlocked with its uncanny urge to relish the unknown.

My brain vindictively refused to fantasize; drowning itself into a blanket of harrowing sadness; even as the most royal fantasy on this earth blissfully caressed it from all sides,
Until and Unless; the unfathomably grandiloquent reservoir of your mind; perpetually interlocked with its yearning; to blossom into euphoric radiance.

My breath tumultuously refused to diffuse; strangulating me to a countless deaths; inspite of all the oxygen on this planet lingering near my intricate nostrils,
Until and Unless; the Omnipotent aura of your mesmerizing countenance; perpetually interlocked with its ebullient redolence; from all sides.

And my heart vehemently refused to beat; freezing to a pool of frigidly morbid ice; even as torrential rains of insurmountable passion descended down from the sky,
Until and Unless; the profusely poignant palpitations dancing in your Godly chest; perpetually interlocked with its immortal urge; to disseminate the essence of peace; humanity; brotherhood; and symbiotically survive.

48. FEATHERS

When I was tickled with feathers of ghastly lies; I felt beads of insurmountably anguish and desperation overwhelmingly creep up; on every cranny of my impoverished persona,

When I was tickled with feathers of overwhelming commercialism; I felt as if rotting abominably in dungeons of horrifically sinister stagnation,

When I was tickled with feathers of abhorrent malice; I felt as if everything around me in this colossally mesmerizing Universe; was a threadbare mirage of gruesomely insipid nothingness,

When I was tickled with feathers of indiscriminate racializm; I felt as if dagger heads of veritable death; had stabbed me countless kilometers beneath my gory grave,

When I was tickled with feathers of barbaric bloodshed; I felt an uncanny shudder paralyze each element of my spine; collapsed in an ungainly heap on the obdurate ground; relinquishing even the tiniest desire to live,

When I was tickled with feathers of insanely treacherous madness; I felt the artist in me stifle into horrendous oblivion; the harmonious air around me; ominously infiltrating each arena of my innocuous flesh,

When I was tickled with feathers of lecherous savagery; I felt every shade of passionate poignancy evaporate from my blood; plunged into the valley of
extinction; instead of melanging with satanically blood sucking society,

When I was tickled with feathers of betrayal; I felt more devastated than the morbidly ghastly coffins; abnegating wholesomely from all desire and worldly virtues of exotic life,

When I was tickled with feathers of lackadaisical monotony; I felt as if every iota of God’s voluptuous planet was being ruthlessly lambasted; went deep into the mystical forests to meditate till my absolute end,

When I was tickled with feathers of relentless hostility; I felt as if the entire earth had become a capriciously frigid thread of religion; with the spirit of everlasting humanity disappearing into the aisles of non-existence,

When I was tickled with feathers of deplorably raunchy slavery; I felt as if there was no difference between man and animal; cursing every entity; menacingly under my enslaved breath,

When I was tickled with feathers of despondently crippling solitude; I felt as if being pushed into a dungeon of scorpions every unleashing minute; clenching my teeth till the last bone of my exhilarated body split into a boundless pieces,

When I was tickled with feathers of manipulative give and take; I felt as if my existence was a meaningless gutter of foul sewage; with philanthropism and good
will being things of waywardly obsolete past,

When I was tickled with feathers of disparagingly condemnable abuse; I felt each part of my rubicund flesh invidiously tarnished; unable to relive my original euphoria; even after a million baths,

When I was tickled with feathers of despairingly bizarre blackness; I felt as if optimism was a desert that had perennially dried up; as I slithered aimlessly in a whirlpool of uncouth savagery,

When I was tickled with feathers of ludicrously everlasting castigation; I felt as if there was no value of art in this diabolically cold blooded world; drowned myself forever in the ocean of my shattered versatility,

When I was tickled with feathers of dastardly terrorism; I felt as the world had departed from all elements of fabulous brotherhood and empathy; unrelentingly wailed for the innocently beheaded; before I decided to slit; the conglomerate of
my intricate veins apart,

When I was tickled with feathers of disastrously orphaned poverty; I felt tumultuously enraged at the unsurpassably rich; at blowing their surplus opulence in spurious cigar smoke and wine; whils’t their naked counterparts outside shivered to an unbearable death,

But when I was tickled with feathers of immortally uninhibited love; I felt the most bountifully endowed entity alive; at last felt the beats of my truculently massacred heart; reach inside my chest to forever lead and romance with; majestic life.

49. I HATE THE HIGH SOCIETY

High society was pompously spurious; blowing pricelessly precious moments of sacrosanct life; in wisps of obnoxiously sleazy cigar smoke,

High society was abhorrently malicious; invidiously castigating its own counterpart behind their back; while garnering a sanctimonious smile in front of the same,

High society was inconspicuously threadbare; harboring diabolically ominous tendencies for the miserably oppressed; evolving castles of rotting currency on their poignantly scarlet blood,

High society was spuriously ostentatious; diffusing the entire tenure of their claustrophobic life; in dungeons of hideously ungainly manipulation,

High society was brutally tyrannical; indiscriminately lambasting the diminutively innocent; to baselessly inundate their venomous treasuries; with even the very last iota of food in their impoverished stomachs,

High society was insanely ludicrous; unrelentingly dictating the poor to polish their worthless shoes; then wholeheartedly laughing their hearts out; admiring their capriciously grotesque reflection in the same,

High society was ghoulishly devilish; preposterously drinking wine in the realms of their own cheaply glittering chambers; while the immaculately blissful commoner shivered uncontrollably; in the acridly freezing maelstrom outside,

High society was ambiguously hypocrite; perennially breaking hearts like frigid matchsticks; with their devilishly unholy promise towards the chapter of resplendent life,

High society was truculently unforgiving; cold-bloodedly treating even the most inadvertently committed of mistakes; with the vindictively gory heel of their satanic shoe,

High society was abominably authoritative; salaciously dictating their unfathomable graveyard of whims and woes; upon the wonderfully ingratiating fabric of eternal mankind,

High society was treacherously bombarding; demonically marauding the symbiotically triumphant happiness of every righteous household; with raunchily stinking notes of indescribable corruption,

High society was surreptitiously precarious; giving you the merciless slip towards the corpses of ultimate death; when you thought you had secured an invincible stranglehold on the fortress of bountiful life,

High society was heinously wasting; inviting their snobbishly silken cats to eat in plates of fathomlessly scintillating silver; while the disastrously orphaned urchin was breathing his very last outside,

High society was egregiously parasitic; barbarically sucking rivers of blood to rejuvenate their meaningless lives; when all what they actually needed was just two droplets of holistic water,

High society was indefatigably fretting; agonizingly complaining about God’s panoramically resplendent creation; just because the Sun filtered an iota too
more through their murderously tinted glass,

High society was a ridiculously dead skeleton; incessantly witnessing the Lord’s beautifully fragrant creation through glasses of lecherously licentious wine; and then collapsing into countless bits of worthless chowder; as the wind increased its pace even an inconspicuously exhilarating trifle,

High society was ruthlessly heartless; malevolently betraying the souls of impregnably true lovers; morbidly incarcerating them within jailhouses of sanctimonious status; caste; creed and tribe,

High society was tumultuously penalizing; lunatically violating God’s every divinely virtue; having the wealth to purchase every confectionary with the opulence in their pockets; yet remaining a sordid failure in the pages of existence,

High society was a robotic tycoon; self-conceitedly squelching the winds of voluptuously regale artistry and breath; with inclemently mechanical behavioral
patterns; all throughout the day and enchanting night,

High society was a uxorious dog; uncontrollably wagging its criminally slavering tongue; at even the most fugitively ethereal insinuation of titillation and extra wealth,

High society was parsimonious mosquito; nonsensically disseminating its affluence on nubile vixen and bawdiness; bereft of even the tiniest beat of perpetual love in its insides,

High society was a hollow termite; horrifically guzzling the threads of harmony; symbiotism; unity; with its canines of torturously vengeful prejudice,

High society was an asphyxiating web; which tightened the noose of its ill will more tautly upon you every unfurling minute; derogatorily drowning the element of sparkling truth in your persona; with its gutters of inevitable lies,

High society was torturously imprisoning; crippling the wings of your fascinatingly seductive freedom not only for this; but for an infinite more lives,

High society was a boundless sea allright; but without even the most mercurial trace of waves; compassion and sensuously redolent togetherness,

High society was an ostracizing gallows; lividly laughing at traumatizing sorrow around them; basking in the glory of their falsely fiasco brawn and might,

High society was arrogantly deceitful; bending down like a obeisant snail in front of lambasting superpowers; whereas the Creator ruled every bit of this endless Universe; ever since the moment it was born,

High society was unreasonably questioning; wretchedly molesting innocuous organisms; for ostensibly no fault of theirs or their humbly humanitarian kind,

High society was an impudent stone; shattering not only the truthful glasses; but the irrefutably patriotic conscience of a synergistically common man,

High society was pretentiously civilized; behaving like a astronomically nail polished angel on the bustling streets; while ripping each other apart worse than what wolves could execute; in the bloodstained upholstery of their castle room,

High society was pugnaciously blinded; maniacally overlooking even the most magnificently majestic empathy around; in the monstrously debilitating shine of incongruous coin,

And although it was unfortunate but true that I was born amidst its integrally sodomizing cradle; I had; am; and will always hate the high society till the end of my time; and in every blessed life of mine.

50. JUST A BEAT

Stagnation; Dolorousness and Abominable Indolence; is what I didn’t have the capacity to holistically tolerate,
While just an infinitesimal caress of your resplendently heavenly palms; was enough to transform the lugubriously invaded complexion of my cheeks; back to the clouds of stupendously sparkling life.

Raunchiness; Corruption; and Sleazy Betrayal; is what I didn’t want to ever hear about in the tenure of my nimbly truncated existence,
While just a diminutive flicker of your flirtatiously mischievous eyes; was enough to metamorphose the whirlpool of monotony enshrouding my dwindling countenance; back to the forests bountifully scintillating life.

Maliciousness; Treachery; and Gory Bloodshed; is what I didn’t want to ever be affiliated with till the absolute end of my time,
While just an inconspicuous peck of your majestically enchanting lips; was enough to transit the graveyard of salacious drudgery profoundly instilled within my veins; back to the meadows of fathomlessly exotic life.

Insanity; Depression; Remorseful Isolation; is what I didn’t want to ever witness as long as breath diffused in marvelous unison from my nostrils,
While just a timidly mercurial embrace of your astoundingly ravishing palms; was enough to revolutionize my lacklusterness to wake up from soil; back to the Sun of triumphantly blazing life.

Agony; Torture; and Crippling Slavery; is what I didn’t want to ever happen to any harmoniously symbiotic organism on the firmament of this gigantic earth,
While just an ephemerally parsimonious pulsation of your gorgeously melodious voice; was enough to catapult my indescribable corpse of discriminating
prejudice; back to the lotus of vibrantly vivacious life.

Uncouthness; Dilapidation; and Bellicose Loneliness; is what I didn’t want to ever sink into the dormitories of my pricelessly blessed blood,
While just an insipidly oblivious whisper of your enigmatic visage; was enough to refurbish my pathetically withering desires; back to the elixir of spell bindingly regal life.

Franticness; Desperation; and Crucifying Paralysis; is what I didn’t want to ever creep up the entrenchment of my blissfully impeccable soul,
While just an invisible trace of your royally victorious shadow; was enough to recuperate the parasites of cold-blooded hell in my miserably quavering bones; back to the fortress of celestially fragrant life.

Atheism; Nonchalance; and Dividing Religion; is what I didn’t want to ever proliferate so baselessly on this timelessly sacrosanct planet,
While just a capriciously transient movement of your righteously marching feet; was enough to convert the web of ominous ill-will in my conscience; back to the
waves of ingratiatingly fabulous life.

And Death; Disappearance; Sinful Suicide; is what I didn’t want to ever witness on God’s most beautifully dexterous and sensuous planet,
While just a diminutively obsolete beat of your princely heart; was enough to rejuvenate the maelstroms of debilitating disaster in my breath; back to the waterfalls of immortal love and vivid life.

The End .

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