Life = Death

Life = Death – by Nikhil Parekh

Life=Death

By Nikhil Parekh

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About the Author Nikhil Parekh is a Five-time World Record Holder poet with the Limca Book of World Records India (Only 2nd in Official World Rankings to Guinness Book of World Records)for his poetry. These 5 world records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records are for:--(1) "Being the 1st Indian Poet to be published/featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's No. 1 English Rhyming Dictionary—for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion" (2) "Being the 1st Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada" (3) "Being the 1st Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills." (4) "Being the 1st Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book" (5) "Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations". Parekh has composed thousands of poems on several global topics like : God, Peace, Anti Terror, Friendship, Humanity, Environment & Wildlife Conservation, AIDS, Tsunami, Blindness, Spiritual Oneness, Human Rights, Immortal Love, Banning female foeticide etc. Parekh's complete poems, world records, awards, peace projects, poetry books and most recent works can be further browsed at his websites: www.nikhilparekh.org or www.nikhilparekh.com

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About the Poetry Book 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.

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The Poems…

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ITS UPTO YOU….

Life is an ocean of ravishing enthrallment; culminating into untamed excitement as each second unfurled itself magnificently, Its upto you; whether you relish swimming in it; or drown yourself deliberately to blend with the; uncouthly hard bed of disgruntled rocks… Life is a garden of mesmerizing roses; blossoming into the scent of united harmony; as the Sun filtered royally through the skies, Its upto you; whether you surreally philander in its stupendous fragrance; or complain about pertinent insects; hovering around its petals… Life is an unrelenting fantasy; that majestically explored and discovered an unfathomable myriad of poignant emotions in its way, Its upto you; whether you fantastically dreamt it each instant as you tread on soil; or baselessly wailed about the ominous tinges of black; it enveloped you with; every now and again… Life is a gorgeously tantalizing mist; seducing the planet every second in its everlastingly pungent swirl, Its upto you; whether you relentlessly romanced it; or nonchalantly mourned about the enigmatically hazy fog; that enshrouded the whites of your eye…. Life is a mountain of invincible strength; defending the most acrimoniously treacherous of obstacles with its sacredly Omnipotent grace, Its upto you; whether you adventurously clambered it to achieve your ultimate conquests; or got pathetically intimidated; retreating beyond your shell; witnessing its peaks…. Life is a fabulous waterfall of irrefutable humanity; ubiquitously disseminating the essence of equality at every turn you took, Its upto you; whether you embraced it euphorically in mind; body and spirit; or kept manipulatively measuring the vagaries of conflicting religion; for 6

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the remainder of your lifetime… Life is a beehive of gloriously golden honey; diffusing its magical sweetness in every direction empathy prevailed; and the winds of heartfelt honest led, Its upto you; whether you blended yourself with the unbelievably handsome charm; or despicably camouflaged your nose; in fear of getting stung by the boisterously buzzing bees…. Life is a fathomlessly opulent treasure house of versatility; harboring an incomprehensible repertoire of poignant shades and color; in its impeccable belly, Its upto you; whether you replenish your souls with its marvelous charisma; or get ludicrously outnumbered by the unfathomable depth it inherently possessed… Life is an Omnipresent island of worship; comforting all those waveringly distraught; with compassionate winds of exhilarated warmth, Its upto you; whether you seek immortal refuge in its divine palms; or disgruntlingly fret and fume; about its philosophies being agnostic and horrendously incorrect… Life is an incredulously ingratiating milestone of prosperity; bequeathing upon one and all the spirit to rise up to their flurry of philanthropically benevolent dreams, Its upto you; whether you wholesomely coalesce with its rhythmically handsome tunes; or pathetically cry about the inevitable hurdles that harmlessly came in between… And life is an everlasting rain of love and happiness; blooming into countless new; in every corner of this earth that it astonishingly sprinkled its magnetic caress, Its upto you; whether you let it ebulliently descend down your impoverished countenance; or tirelessly complained about its infinitesimal wetness; and devastated your entity to cacophonic ash; even before it was born…

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IF I WERE AN IMMORTAL HEARTBEAT…

If I were a formidable mountain; towering way above the clouds with my wonderfully enigmatic peaks, The first thing that I would have done; was to stand like an invincible wall; for all my comrades shivering in despicably inexplicable pain…. If I were a turbulently cascading waterfall; culminating into a blanket of mesmerizing froth after clashing against the festoon of piquantly shimmering rocks, The first thing that I would have done; was to pacify the insatiable agony of the uncouthly blistering deserts; enveloping pathetically aggrieved entities in my rejuvenating swirl…. If I were ravishingly charismatic pearl; diffusing into a cloudburst of Omnipotent shine; even in the most acrimoniously ghastly night, The first thing that I would have done; was to profoundly illuminate the lives of all orphans submerged in a dungeon of despair; enlighten their innocently dreary eyes with my perennial glow… If I were lethally terrorizing bullet; pulverizing everything to inconspicuous ash; the instant somebody released the trigger, The first thing that I would have done; was to decimate even the most diminutive trace of evil from the trajectory of this earth; ensuring that it breathed an air of holistic freedom; an air without disgustingly corrupt malice… If I were a seductively alluring shadow; magnetically extending my caress to the most fantastically panoramic places; far and wide, The first thing that I would have done; was to encompass all those tyrannically intimidated and enslaved; in the ingratiatingly welcome shelter; that lay embedded in my heavenly arms…. If I were a robustly eternal fruit; blooming into a fountain of sparkling health; as every minute tantalizingly unfurled, The first thing that I would have done; was to appease 8

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the bizarrely disastrous hunger; of all those innocuously philanthropic; tottering towards the brink of horrifically ruthless extinction.… If I were the richest man on this Universe; with my treasury perpetually overflowing with more wealth; than what the entire planet could ever perceive, The first thing that I would have done; was to scrap even the most infinitesimal speck of poverty from impoverished soil; ensuring that the strong and weak; existed in threads of irrefutable equality; alike… If I were a hive enshrouded with sacredly oozing honey; melodiously spawning into a cloud of astoundingly benevolent newness; as resplendently milky moonlight fell celestially from the skies, The first thing that I would have done; was to deluge every prejudiced life with stupendously uniting harmony; substituting each cold-blooded wound; with a gloriously enchanting fortress of mystical romance… And if I were an immortal heartbeat; existing since countless births in waves of insatiably impregnable passion, The first thing that I would have done; was to grant every devastatingly bereaved heart the ultimate wish of its survival; witnessing it blossom into unconquerable happiness; as I granted it the blissfully lost love of its life….

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LEAVE ME ALONE… Leave me alone; to battle my loneliness till the time I emerged irrevocably triumphant; sprinted forward in untamed exhilaration to bask in the full fervor of life, Leave me alone; to experience each unfurling moment as it painstakingly unveiled; retrospect my cherished moments of the past; when I innocuously bounced on the sacrosanct lap of my mother, Leave me alone; to uninhibitedly free each of my despairingly frazzled senses; incessantly fantasize in the aisles of augmenting desire; yearning for all the bountifully ravishing beauty on this planet, Leave me alone; to do what I was stupendously best in; pave a blazing path of my own; far away from the interruptions of the monotonously lackadaisical society, Leave me alone; to explore the more intricate nuances of life; frolick with orphaned children through the mushy meadows; bringing back a smile to their impoverished lives, Leave me alone; to express the most inner most voices of my conscience; indefatigably meditate to search for that righteousness that had so miserably eluded me all my life, Leave me alone; to wholeheartedly embrace my fellow comrades in inexplicable agony; philander with whomsoever I desired; irrespective of caste; creed and indiscriminate racial malice, Leave me alone; to fanatically pursue the art profusely embodied in my blood; intransigently drowning myself into an ocean of unfathomable enthrallment, Leave me alone; to wander like a prince under the milky beams of moonlight; languidly doze dreaming about paradise in profoundly sweltering sunshine that illuminated the day, Leave me alone; to passionately follow the holistic 10

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ideals of humanity; wholesomely freeing myself from the tyrannically dictatorial norms of the spurious world outside, Leave me alone; to elope to the astronomical summits of longing whenever I liked; then crawl back lamely on mundane soil for hours immemorial, Leave me alone; to construct my dwelling in the most exact way I liked; stuffing each of its walls with the spirit of unprecedented brotherhood and harmony; alike, Leave me alone; to vivaciously evolve every unearthing second; create incredulously magnificent wonders; from the esoterically enigmatic imagery that turbulently revolved in my mind, Leave me alone; to dance with the voluptuously divine angel of my dreams; eternalize my every blossoming tomorrow with the poignantly charismatic empathy; in my mates eyes, Leave me alone; to melodiously sing the rhymes of vibrantly flowering nature; be profoundly mesmerized by the chirping of the nightingale; the roaring of the royal lion; alike, Leave me alone; to perpetually inscribe in my soul the names that I profusely cherished; ubiquitously disseminate the message of immortal peace and solidarity; to every parasite sucking innocent blood outside, Leave me alone; to pen down countless lines of philanthropic literature in a single day; incorrigibly blend with the tunes that flowed from each of my senses; for infinite more births yet to come, Leave me alone; to forever bond with the love of my life; breaking free from the satanically hostile chains of contemporary tradition and bombastic imprisonment, Leave me alone; to romance; to dream; to share; to imbibe; more importantly to live life the way I wanted it to unfold; the way God had made me and beautifully endowed me to be…. 11

PENALIZING HELL…

When the impeccable infant spread its arms towards the heavens; it was blessed with; overwhelming happiness and unprejudiced innocence, When the scorching deserts spread their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; ravishing tumblers of bountifully fragrant water, When the withering flower spread its arms towards the heavens; it was blessed with an astounding battalion of stupendously redolent petals, When the dilapidated castle spread its arms towards the heavens; it was blessed with; insurmountable grandiloquence and its lost crown prince, When the philanthropists spread their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; the astronomical tenacity to alleviate impoverished mankind, When the disastrously parched lips spread their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; an enchantingly everlasting smile, When the horrendously blind spread their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; an Omnipotent vision to sight beyond ordinary human kind, When the massacred mountains spread their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; an invincibly towering summit; shimmering majestically in all seasons and light, When the trembling spider spread its arms towards the heavens; it was blessed with; unprecedentedly long strands of silken web; for it to rejoice till indefatigable times, When the brutally pulverized ant raised its arms towards the heavens; it was blessed with; formidable strength and a celestial dwelling to survive with infinite more its kind, 12

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When the treacherously imprisoned birds raised their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; countless more wings to fly; soar unitedly in free space; till times beyond pragmatic life, When childless couples raised their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; the most magnificently royal impression of their kind; an astounding replica of their blood; an fascinating evolution of their kind, When the ruthlessly fractured bones raised their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; Herculean power to confront any evil that confronted them in their way; a harmoniously coalesced framework to march towards revered righteousness, When the horrifically barren farms spread their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; divinely blooming crop; marvelously pacifying the hunger of; those weeping towards extinction, When the tyrannically tortured slave spread its arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; the spirit of perpetually celestial freedom; granting it glorious reprieve from the hands of its barbaric master, When the wounded soldier spread his arms towards the heavens; he was blessed with; unfathomable resilience to fight for his motherland; disseminate the Godly spirit of humanity; in every frantically fighting religion; alike, When the devastatingly crippled spread their arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with; supremely gratifying attributes of life; bonding them with their ultimate mission of existence, When the overwhelmingly famished heart spread its arms towards the heavens; it was blessed with; immortal oceans of love; propelling it to exist for infinite more births to come, And when the uncouthly murderous devil spread his arms towards the heaven; he was blessed with; only the land of hell; hell; and penalizing HELL….. 13

DIFFUSING…

Diffusing into froth; was the marvelously swirling ocean; glistening royally under flamboyant rays of the dynamic Sun, Diffusing into triumph; was the astronomical summit of the towering mountain; majestically kissing the satiny conglomerate of mystical clouds, Diffusing into melody; was the unfathomably enigmatic and boisterously chirping nightingale, Diffusing into rejuvenation; was the unsurpassable battalion of ravishing tea leaves; enveloping your every morning with an enthralling smile, Diffusing into diabolism; was the horrendously conquering Dinosaur; pulverizing countless innocent in its ominously hideous swirl, Diffusing into resplendence; was the magnificently shimmering rainbow; culminating into a bountiful spectrum of astounding color and charm, Diffusing into mischief; was the flirtatiously philandering chimpanzee; gallivanting romantically through an ebullient network of branches and stupendous foliage, Diffusing into fragrance; was the gorgeously crimson rose; voluptuously scintillating under the seductive blanket of euphoric dewdrops, Diffusing into boisterousness; was the delectably buzzing humming bee; evolving tons of incredulously glowing honey; by the rapidly unfurling minute, Diffusing into enchantment; was the tantalizingly sprouting meadow; blooming with rambunctious grasshoppers as rain pelted tumultuously from colossal sky, Diffusing into breeze; were the exuberantly bustling leaves; mystically rustling as marvelous moonshine; took a wholesome stranglehold of daylight, 14

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Diffusing into magnificence; was the immaculately shimmering pearl; bouncing in rhapsodic delight; as it popped out from the body of slimy oyster, Diffusing into lechery; was the coldblooded criminal; nefariously sucking happiness from the society; to inundate his pockets with spuriously glittering gold and silver, Diffusing into perspiration; was the overwhelmingly exhausted body; staggering towards its destination under the insurmountably blazing Sun, Diffusing into intrigue; was the unsurpassably enigmatic mind; delving into stupendously fantastic territories of the unknown; where no power on earth could dare to tread, Diffusing into juice; was the succulently alluring fruit; unbelievably pacifying the pangs of agonizing gluttony in your tender stomach, Diffusing into tingling; was the harmoniously clanging bell; deluging the atmosphere with beats of fascinating enchantment, Diffusing into comfort; was the opulently luxurious mattress of impeccable silk; transforming you into a celestial fantasy; which lasted till times beyond eternity, Diffusing into charisma; was the voluptuously floating fairy; profusely drowning into a land of unprecedented glory and excitement, Diffusing into dust; was the boundlessly sweltering desert; acrimoniously scorching and fretting; under murderous fireballs of gigantic heat, Diffusing into pandemonium; was the horrendously amalgamated mob; disgustingly trying to pervade through the blanket of peace and divinely bliss, Diffusing into timelessness; was the perpetual essence of sharing; ubiquitously disseminating the religion of sacrosanct brotherhood through all quarters of this incomprehensible planet, 15

Diffusing into deceit; was the perilously titillating mirage; fatiguing you to a point beyond death; as you relentlessly chased its furtively ravishing persona, Diffusing into articulation; was the rhetorically escalating voice; explicitly divulging the most inherent desires of the righteous conscience, Diffusing into blood; were the fathomless network of veins; spraying a fountain of crimson liquid; when traumatically infiltrated by the ghastly thorn, Diffusing into saliva; was the perennially chattering rosy tongue; culminating into ecstatic joy; at witnessing the appetizing meals of its choice, Diffusing into insanity; was the uncouthly tyrannized madman; loitering aimlessly on the impoverished streets; being ruthlessly kicked at all quarters of the treacherous society, Diffusing into animosity; was the invidiously sprawling cactus; hideously piercing through innocuous flesh; as they tried to get too friendly for its own comfort, Diffusing into innocence; was the newly born infant; incarcerating even the most remotely alien of personalities; in the aura of its untainted childhood, Diffusing into patriotism; was the handsomely belligerent soldier; unflinchingly marching forward for saving his motherland; with the fire of freedom blazing intrepidly in his eyes, Diffusing into tenderness; were the placidly setting contours of the gregariously scarlet Sun, Diffusing into speed; was the thunderously circulating maelstrom; exuberantly gushing past the aisles of gloomy malice, Diffusing into divinity; was the sacrosanct lap of your mother; encompassing a compassion; which no spurious price on this earth could ever purchase, Diffusing into squeaks; was the tawny eyed cat; mischievously waiting for its chance; to salvage its 16

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paws on the impeccable island of cheese, Diffusing into poignant glory; was the seductively enthralling candle flame; perpetuating rays of desire; through the complexion of the gory night, Diffusing into smoke; was the colossal chunk of coal; culminating into streaks of uncontrollable vibrancy; as the midday heat took its toll over all land, Diffusing into bliss; was the ethereally transient horizon; imparting celestial reprieve from the ferociously tormenting agony of the traumatic day, Diffusing into cacophony; was the irascibly croaking frog; for whom there lay dwindling despair; outside the periphery of its splendidly royal well, Diffusing into heart-felt catharsis; was the effeminately intricate poet; indefatigably envisaging beyond the land the monotonous; dreaming in the walls of immortal heaven, Diffusing into wisdom; was the sagaciously learned saint; flooding each patch of disgruntled earth he tread; into a boundless treasury of idealistic richness, Diffusing into sorrow; were those disastrously thrown children; who had the obnoxiously fetid interiors of the dustbin to greet their first cry; instead of their mothers heavenly palms, Diffusing into restlessness; were the insatiable pioneers; incorrigibly pursuing their benevolent dreams; even as the devil tried to brutally pulverize them, Diffusing into righteousness; was the irrefutably sacred conscience; always propelling you to tread on the most prudent path of this gigantic earth, Diffusing into love; was the immortally throbbing heart; bonding infinite lives for countless more births to come; in an entrenchment of unshakable belonging and desire, And diffusing into newness; was the chapter of 17

everlasting life; rising as the sole undefeated warrior; against the inevitable coffin of remorseful death…

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WHY SHOULD I ???

Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an ocean; just because the acrimoniously slithering cactus; wanted it to ? Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into glittering gold; just because the lecherously manipulative wandering aimlessly; wanted them to ? Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose itself into a shivering cocoon; just because the diminutively cowardly scared of leading life; wanted it to ? Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose itself into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just because the dastardly demons desirous for luxury; wanted it to ? Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically through the veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice; just because the worthlessly vindictive ghost; wanted it to ? Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into a melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some fanatics of spuriously sanctimonious religion; wanted it to ? Why should the inconspicuously irascible ant metamorphose itself into a succulent deer; just because the tumultuously roaring lion; wanted it to ? Why should the overwhelmingly slushy swamp metamorphose itself into a road of formidably gripping concrete; just because those disastrously unable to find their foot; wanted it to ? Why should the preposterously gigantic shark metamorphose itself into an immaculately shimmering pearl; just because the baselessly petrified passengers on the shores; wanted it to ? 19

Why should the boisterously bustling baby metamorphose itself into a symmetrically trimmed angel; just because the ostentatiously threadbare party; wanted it to ? Why should the lethally venomous snake metamorphose itself into hives replenishing with golden honey; just because the pretentiously philosophizing; wanted it to ? Why should the infinitesimally fluttering mosquito metamorphose itself into a paradise of unending fantasy; just because the treacherously snoring terrorist; wanted it to ? Why should the divinely smiling girl metamorphose itself into a puristic boy; just because the traditionally uncouth parents; wanted it to ? Why should the avalanches; earthquakes; tornadoes; metamorphose themselves into sparkling diamonds; just because ruthlessly penalizing mankind; wanted them to ? Why should the despicably ailing old man metamorphose himself into a ghastly corpse; just because the manipulatively parasitic sons; wanted him to ? Why should the invincibly secure lock metamorphose itself into an articulate key; just because the hideous battalion of burglars; wanted it to ? Why should the celestially placid stones metamorphose themselves into appetizing morsels of tangible food; just because horrendously lazy urchins; wanted them to ? Why should each beam of darkness metamorphose itself into the flamboyantly dazzling Sun; just because the satanically barbaric yearning for an eternal day; wanted them to ? Why should immortal love metamorphose itself into invidiously sinister betrayal; just because the rigidly extraneous world; wanted it to ? Why should sacred life metamorphose itself into pathetically gruesome death; just because some power 20

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hungry leaders; wanted it to ? And why should I; writing; breathing; fantasizing; poetry from the inner most realms of my heart; metamorphose myself into deplorably stinking office; just because the uncouthly unforgiving society around; wanted me to ?

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IT WAS ONLY WHEN…. It was only when I disastrously stumbled to taste threadbare mud; that I truly realized the mesmerizing value of standing straight upon my own feet, It was only when I was gruesomely blinded with pugnacious chili powder in my eyes; that I truly realized the scintillating value of vibrantly bountiful and scintillating sight, It was only when I was surreptitiously administered abominable gutter water; that I truly realized the celestially ravishing value of the majestically sparkling streams, It was only when I was brutally incarcerated in the traumatically devastating dungeons; that I truly realized the optimistically brilliant value of the Omnisciently dazzling Sun, It was only when I was ruthlessly stuffed into the horrifically air tight coffins; that I truly realized the melodiously vivacious value of regally enlightening and seductively spell binding sound, It was only when the walls of disparagingly disgusting boredom asphyxiated me from all sides; that I truly realized the irrefutably incredulous value of honestly Omnipotent sweat, It was only when maelstroms of swelteringly scorching dust slapped me left; right and acrid center; that I truly realized the miraculously rejuvenating value of resplendently heavenly rain, It was only when jailhouses of murderous monotony pulverized me like inconspicuously criminal mincemeat; that I truly realized the gloriously Omnipresent value of ubiquitously sensuous and timelessly proliferating fantasy, It was only when lethally venomous snakes savagely strangulated me like a frigid mosquito; that I truly realized the ingratiatingly ebullient value of ubiquitously godly innocence, It was only when an unfathomable whirlpool of inexplicable tears rolled in insatiable agony down my cheeks; that I truly realized the gorgeously exuberant value of everlasting smiles, It was only when a graveyard of solitariness tightened its grip upon my soul every unfurling minute; that I 22

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truly realized the boisterously enthralling value of rambunctiously vivid liveliness, It was only when each of my finger was barbarically nailed to the ground; that I truly realized the stupendously embellished value of sketching exquisitely panoramic landscape upon barren canvas, It was only when the diabolical demons chopped my tongue into an infinite pieces; that I truly realized the marvelously emphatic value of poignantly effusive sound, It was only when I had to inevitably transgress past the bed of acrimoniously ominous thorns; that I truly realized the enchantingly satiny value of royally aristocratic silk, It was only when I was savagely lambasted by unsparing whiplashes of blatantly insidious lies; that I truly realized the eternally unassailable value of patriotically blazing truth, It was only when there was nothing in vicinity but invidiously sordid stones and mud to chew; that I truly realized the salubriously jubilant and sacrosanct value of life-yielding food, It was only when a satanically ghastly accident ghoulishly snatched my beloved; that I truly realized the triumphantly ardent value of pricelessly inimitable togetherness, It was only when my nostrils menacingly decided to gruesomely squelch even the most infinitesimal iota of breath; that I truly realized the bountifully Omnipotent value of unshakably iridescent life, And it was only when every beat of my heart uncouthly leapt out to be the devil’s uxorious breakfast; that I truly realized the immortally unconquerable value of eternal love….

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LIFE---AN EVERLASTING SEDUCTION…. Seduction by the poignantly drifting scent of the titillating rose; unrelentingly triggering me to fantasize beyond the realms of the astoundingly extraordinary; and the land of the fantastically unknown, Seduction by the majestically floating clouds in fathomless sky; insatiably propelling me to dance like an untamed fairy; unleashing even the most intricate of my senses in uninhibited euphoria, Seduction by ebulliently pelting rivers of ecstatic rain; timelessly metamorphosing each element of my drearily impoverished soul; into the celestial fountains of scintillating paradise, Seduction by the unbelievably enthralling melody of the voluptuous nightingale; Omnisciently alleviating me of my monotonously bizarre and vindictive monotony, Seduction by the spirit of irrefutably everlasting humanity; magnificently enveloping my traumatically besieged contours with the balm of unequivocally heavenly sharing, Seduction by the Omnipresent light of the regally blazing Sun; beautifully reinvigorating even the most infinitesimally acrid complexion of my morbidly asphyxiated skin, Seduction by the enchantingly swarming and rambunctious bees; wholesomely driving even the most obsolete iota of lackadaisical loneliness from my horrendously beleaguered conscience, Seduction by the unfathomably silken winds of the ingratiating evening; marvelously soothing every step of my frantically frenzied and indefatigably exhausted stride, Seduction by the fascinatingly inebriating full plumage of the resplendent peacock; profusely evoking even the most inconspicuous part of my skin; towards an unsurpassable entrenchment of tantalizing beauty and goodness, Seduction by the immaculately pearly light of the Omnipotent Moon; sensuously unfurling the wanderer trapped uncouthly in my estranged nerves; towards a planet of blissful timelessness, Seduction by the divinely cascading waterfalls of frosty water; miraculously replenishing my lugubriously invalid visage; with astronomically 24

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endless ecstasy, Seduction by the incredulously sacred fragrance of the ubiquitous lotus; triumphantly descending on every part of my persona like a wonderfully nubile seductress let uncontrollably loose, Seduction by the innocuously philandering messengers of God; plunging even the most obnoxiously victimized element of my demeanor; into the valley of inimitably priceless mischief, Seduction by the panoramically vivacious meadows of honey coated grass; relentlessly transpiring me to blend each of my agonizingly frazzled senses with the stupendously godly melody of the atmosphere, Seduction by the bed of gorgeously velvet dewdrops; harmoniously making me wholesomely juxtapose with the rudiments of holistically boundless existence, Seduction by the fabulously amiable cosmos of twinkling stars; enlightening even the most sordidly massacring path on which I transgressed; with a cistern of irrevocably unprecedented happiness, Seduction by the magnificently ethereal and spell binding horizons; handsomely mitigating me of even the most perilously sinister apprehensions of the gruesomely sweltering and scorching day, Seduction by unassailable infernos of passionately fulminating breath; stirring me more and more astonishingly closer towards the Lord’s most revered chapters of; procreation; proliferation and perpetual existence, Seduction by the beats of the immortally unconquerable heart; intransigently enticing me into a sky of eternally endless love; as each instant unveiled into a wholesomely cherished minute, O! Yes; Life was the most gloriously titillating seductress dancing on my doorsteps; Life was the most beautiful gift of the Almighty Creator upon this undefeated Universe; Life was a sensuous lovebird of pristine togetherness; Life was an everlasting seduction…..

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LIFE—AN IMMORTAL VICTORY… Life is an unconquerably poignant victory of the chivalrously benign; over the horrendously manipulative and bizarrely monotonous, Life is an irrefutably sparkling victory of profoundly magnanimous scent; over the gutters of dilapidated stagnation and abhorrent malice, Life is an invincibly glorious victory of the impeccably uninhibited; over the lecherously besieged and traumatically cheating, Life is an unassailably bountiful victory of the Omnisciently blazing; over the remorsefully lugubrious corpses dithering in gruesomely morbid blackness, Life is an effusively intractable victory of the fathomlessly free; over the diminutively miserly and salaciously incarcerated, Life is an irrevocably unflinching victory of the boundlessly gregarious; over heinously plotting and diabolically merciless crime, Life is an unequivocally priceless victory of the selflessly benevolent; over abominably withering graveyards of lackadaisically non-existent greed, Life is an timelessly scintillating victory of the fearlessly patriotic; over the ant-hole of preposterously ungainly and dolorously retreating cowardice, Life is an irretrievably blistering victory of the ubiquitously open-hearted; over the pathetically dwindling dictators of stinking politics, Life is a spell bindingly fabulous victory of the tranquilly resplendent waterfall; over the acrimoniously sweltering and insidiously charring desert, Life is an unfathomably inimitable victory of Omipresently enlightening truth; over the disdainfully corroding dungeons of ignominiously derogatory lies, Life is an insurmountably compassionate victory of profoundly replenishing symbiosis; over the indiscriminately gory and baselessly biased bloodshed, Life is an impregnably holistic victory of magnificently vivacious perseverance; over despicably sordid and worthless laziness, Life is a timelessly unshakable victory of marvelously majestic honesty; over the horrendously squelched web of disconcertingly malicious deceit, 26

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Life is an ingratiatingly blissful victory of congenially unending compassion; over the jail of savagely coldblooded and horrifically lambasting slavery, Life is an unrelentingly sacrosanct victory of immutably dedicated beliefs; over the insanely fickle minded mirror of wandering doom, Life is an overwhelmingly cherished victory of the beautifully good; over the parasitically blood-sucking and egregious evil, Life is an Omnisciently sacred victory of harmoniously everlasting melody; over the rambunctiously discordant and ominous sounds of ill will, Life is an unbelievably true victory of passionately mesmerizing breath; over the invidiously torturous chapters of surreptitiously ghastly death, And life is an immortally regale victory of ebulliently ecstatic love; over the devilishly sinister and satanic tornado’s of dismally shattering betrayal….

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LIFE IS A DEDICATION… A dedication to all benign goodness in the atmosphere; the wave of philanthropic altruism which bonds one and all in the fabric of eternal mankind, A dedication to the unflinching spirit of timeless existence; the most astounding chapter of divinely proliferation; which perennially ensured that the world never came to a veritable standstill, A dedication to the rhapsodically cascading rivulets of water; miraculously placating even the most traumatically agonizing and brutally scorched throats, A dedication to the panoramically crimson clouds in fathomless sky; sensuously embellishing the carpet of the majestically enchanting night, A dedication to the infernos of irrefutably sparkling honesty; which metamorphose even the most hideously diabolical; into the mists of perpetually sacrosanct righteousness, A dedication to the Omnipotent light of the fantastically blazing Sun; which enlightened even the most sordidly beleaguered quarters of this earth; with the light of triumphantly blissful happiness, A dedication to the inscrutably mesmerizing forests; which stupendously enthrall till beyond the realms of infinite infinity; unveiling into an entrenchment of bountiful beauty and grace, A dedication to harmoniously sacred marriage; which unassailably bonds two lovers in rainbows of compassionate sharing; and for infinite more births yet to unleash, A dedication to the celestial melody in the ebulliently rejuvenating air; which works as an Omniscient panacea; for even the most insidiously lugubrious disease sauntering and alive, A dedication to the mischievously amiable smile of the child; which magically transformed even the most diabolically marauding; into a land of ingratiatingly beautiful paradise, A dedication to the unfettered love of the poignantly divine mother; which was the most Omnipresent exemplification of affably gratifying love and togetherness, A dedication to the timelessly tantalizing night; 28

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which splendidly ignited unfathomable maelstroms of ecstatic yearning; even in the most dolorously decaying entities alive, A dedication to the magnificently perpetual vivacity of the boundless Universe; which spawned into Omnipotently new life; every unfurling second of the day and night, A dedication to the irrefutably resolute tenacity of all those disastrously maimed and still alive; bouncing in the full and profound euphoria of magnanimously scintillating life, A dedication to the ideals of glorious selflessness; the ecumenically resplendent essence of One God; and an unconquerably One Humanity, A dedication to the threads of invincible friendship; which intrepidly confronts even the most acrimoniously ghastly impediments; with an exuberantly jubilant smile, A dedication to the ubiquitously uniting and priceless breath; which regally blessed upon every organism irrespective of caste; creed or religion; the right to be symbiotically surviving and holistically alive, A dedication to the immortally impregnably beats of the heart; which coalesced you forever and ever and ever with the most bountifully cherishable love of your life, A dedication to all those whom you are wonderfully acquainted with; to all those who were quintessential in inspiring you; to surge forward victoriously in vibrant life, O! Yes Life is marvelously endowing paradise of friendship; beauty and heavenly bonding; Life is the most unfathomably precious gift from the Almighty Lord; Life is a sacred dedication….

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A POET, AND HIS IMMORTAL POETRY…. The clouds in the voluptuously fathomless sky were a poet’s eternal dream; enveloping boundless bits of barren space with tinges of profusely unending crimson, While torrential tumblers of enchanting rain cascading down till times beyond bountiful eternity; were his immortally poignant and exuberant poetry…. The seductively titillating roses in the garden were a poet’s everlasting dream; perpetuating colossal bits of lackadaisical atmosphere with vividly blossoming color, While the stupendously Omnipotent fragrance that they emanated; the romantic swirl in which they swished; was his immortally unassailable and wonderful poetry…. The ravishingly undulating waves of the gigantically handsome ocean were a poet’s cherished dream; perennially smiling under golden rays of the majestically Omniscient Sun, While the resplendently tantalizing froth into which they diffused after clashing against the regale rocks; was his immortally profound and Godly poetry…. The rambunctiously uninhibited hives swarming with chattering bees were a poet’s fantastic dream; deluging even the most infinitesimal cranny of the Universe with the poignant elixir of life, While the beautifully ebullient cisterns of titillating honey that relentlessly oozed from them; was his immortally melodious and exquisitely embellished poetry…. The panoramically animated meadows of green grass were a poet’s prized dream; harmoniously rustling with the unbelievably exultating breeze, While the gregarious festoon of dew drops that they exuded at ethereally mystical dawn; was his immortally fabulous and Omnipotent poetry…. The optimistically divine fireball of Sun was a poet’s priceless dream; casting a spell of astoundingly miraculous hope; even in the most drearily beleaguered and diminishing abode, While the enamoring fountain of blazing rays that it compassionately emanated; was his immortally triumphant and patriotic poetry…. The unshakable shadows of the impeccable conscience were a poet’s euphoric dream; metamorphosing even the 30

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most devilishly inebriated organism into an apostle of mesmerizing peace, While the path of irrefutably sparkling righteousness that it philanthropically wafted; was his immortally ingratiating and kingly poetry…. The ecstatically flapping feathers of the spell bindingly amiable nightingale were a poet’s charismatic dream; flooding even the most insipidly lugubrious of spaces around with astronomically rejuvenating energy, While the unfathomably glorious river of tunes that unveiled from her shimmering beak; was his immortally ever-pervading and holistic poetry…. The piquantly rubicund nostrils of the freshly adorned bride were a poet’s insatiable dream; inevitably engendering every other thing in the atmosphere to remorsefully wither down, While the unconquerable inferno of magnificently bedazzling breath that unleashed from them; was his immortally invincible and fascinating poetry…. And the passionately throbbing heart in innocently volatile chest was a poet’s unrelenting dream; irrevocably transcending above every other richness on the trajectory of this limitless earth, While the superbly rhythmic sky of beats that it fulminated into every unfurling instant; was his immortally ubiquitous and priceless poetry….

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A POEM A DAY; KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY…. For the ravishingly undulating and fathomless oceans; a majestically gliding shark a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the swelteringly impoverished and blistering deserts; a gloriously rejuvenating rainshower a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the mystically ingratiating and voluptuous forests; a royal royally overpowering roar of the lion a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the boundlessly Omnipotent and limitless skies; a regally soaring cloud a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the gorgeously shimmering and immaculate seashores; a magnificently resplendent oyster a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the freshly rain drenched and boisterously bubbling stray ponds; a discordantly croaking frog a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the despicably wailing and disastrously beleaguered beggar; a handsomely robust meal a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the eternally enchanting and enchantingly sweet hive; a rambunctiously frolicking bee a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the ingratiatingly chirping and profusely vivacious sparrow; a marvelously sparkling berry a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the frigidly trembling and brutally frozen avalanches; a ray of unassailably celestial sunshine a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the patriotically blazing and fearlessly unflinching battlefields; a ray of irrefutably unconquerable triumph a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the sagaciously philanthropic and devoutly meditating saint; an entrenchment of spell binding peace a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the manipulatively shrewd and ruthlessly dexterous business tycoon; a succulently appetizing client a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the exuberantly sleazy and seductively raving model; a euphorically tantalizing catwalk a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the morbidly forlorn and ghoulishly derogatory 32

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graveyard; an obsolete ghost a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the impeccably glistening and rustically sprawled pebbles; a splendidly cascading waterfall a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the romantically sensuous and poignantly flirtatious philanderer; a charismatically nubile maiden a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the aridly scorched and preposterously singed blades of grass; a bountifully scintillating dewdrop a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the horrendously dithering and despicably sagging nostrils; a puff of ecstatically vibrant breath a day; keeps the doctor forever away, For the treacherously betrayed and ominously lambasted heart; a beat of immortal love a day; keeps the doctor forever away, And for my nimbly penurious and diminutively groping persona; an unfathomably enlightening poem a day; keeps the doctor forever away…..

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LIFE WAS …. It wasn’t about just euphorically singing; unrelentingly permeating every thwarted wind of the sullen atmosphere; with unprecedented melody, It wasn’t about just tantalizingly gyrating; rhythmically pulsating your entire countenance; to the beats of the voluptuously enchanting night, It wasn’t about just bountifully philandering; timelessly exploring the unsurpassably panoramic beauty of this limitless Universe; moving the immaculate whites of your eye, It wasn’t about just ecstatically swimming through oceans of majestic triumph; replenishing even the most infinitesimal cranny of your beleaguered demeanor; with unparalleled rhapsody, It wasn’t about just savoring the most ingratiating fruits of nature; marvelously titillating the truculently traumatized chords of your throat; with the elixir of vivacious happiness, It wasn’t about just soaring regally through the conglomerate of silken clouds; gloriously embracing the unfathomably priceless jubilation that wandered sensuously in the land of paradise, It wasn’t about just blissfully gratifying your eternal desires; celestially proliferating your very own kin; to indefatigably continue God’s most enamoring chapter of creation, It wasn’t about just coalescing with all innocuous mankind one and alike; blazingly surging forward to win ebullient cheer for the sake of your beautifully sacrosanct motherland, It wasn’t about just compassionately sequestering yourself in the lap of your divine mother; impeccably playing games of hide-n-seek; behind the honey laden hills, It wasn’t about just perpetually imbibing the fragrance of the scarlet roses; diffusing the scent of irrefutable truth to the most farthest corner of this unbelievably gargantuan planet, It wasn’t about just unflinchingly standing for the cause of unassailable righteousness; valiantly brandishing the armor of solidarity in the most treacherously invidious of times, It wasn’t about just melodiously suckling heavenly 34

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sweetness from the beehive; tirelessly disseminating the essence of gregariously amiable friendship; to every organism holistically alive, It wasn’t about just intransigently fantasizing beyond the corridors of imagination; ingeniously evolving a civilization of stupendously innovative resplendence, It wasn’t about just harmoniously closing your eyes; wholesomely allowing the carpet of magically bestowing sleep to poignantly brush you; from every conceivable side, It wasn’t just irrefutably melanging with people whom you unequivocally adored; propagating the spirit of unconquerable existence; to even the most fugitively minuscule trace of palpable life, It wasn’t just about philanthropically enlightening the sordidly orphaned and destitute with fireballs of optimism; perennially ensuring that no child ever grew up in disdainful realms of the stinking dustbin, It wasn’t just about marvelously sketching the aristocratic beauty of this mesmerizing earth; deluging every bit of brutally tormented soul with a fountain of everlasting happiness, It wasn’t just about seductively inhaling and exhaling breath countless times each day; profoundly blooming with supremely invincible ardor; for infinite more births yet to unveil, It wasn’t just about dedicatedly listening only to the tunes of your poignantly thundering heart; incorrigibly worshipping and following each of its beats; till the instant you abnegated your very last breath, It wasn’t just handsomely fomenting a wave of ubiquitous romance in the air; relentlessly marching forward to unite with every innocently living being on the trajectory of this boundless globe, Life was infact a pricelessly immortal combination of all of the above; Life was infact the most Omnipotent blessing by the Almighty Lord; Life was infact more gorgeously beautiful than what you could ever have perceived even in the most wildest of your dreams….

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UNSTOPPABLE…. Unstoppable was the crimson blood circulating ecstatically through the veins; indefatigably pumping the most stupendously vivacious elements of existence in the every organisms body; symbiotically alike, Unstoppable was the rain euphorically pelting down from fathomless sky; relentlessly inundating impoverished territories of destitute land; with globules of spell binding enchantment, Unstoppable were the rays of the ferociously blazing Sun; fearlessly disseminating its Omnipotent shine; to even the most obfuscated cranny of this gigantically enthralling Universe, Unstoppable was the intransigently unending tick-tocking of time; gloriously throbbing with palpable life; meticulously synchronizing the entire planet; and for infinite more births yet to unveil, Unstoppable was the swirl of the majestically undulating ocean; fulminating into a fountain of unfathomably priceless froth; even in the heart of the perilously blackened night, Unstoppable was the flame of unassailable desire; uncontrollably proliferating till realms beyond infinite infinity; tantalizing every breathing entity in its magically compassionate incantation, Unstoppable was the attraction between two opposite sexes; inevitably drawing all humanity close; irrespective of the barriers of caste; creed and worthless color, Unstoppable was the thunderously volatile prowl of the famished lion; as he royally paraded through the undercurrents of the inscrutable forests; with fires of unparalleled superiority blazing in his eyes, Unstoppable was the dream of benevolent goodness; miraculously healing even the most traumatically bereaved; with the Omniscient ointment of eternally righteous mankind, Unstoppable was silken flight of the regally charismatic bird; as it handsomely soared through the clouds of fantastic titillation and vibrancy; magnificently kissing the mists of perennial yearning 36

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on its odyssey down towards mother earth, Unstoppable was the song of the impregnably princely nightingale; perpetuating even the most sordidly dreary of spaces on this colossal Universe; with triumphantly exuberant melody, Unstoppable was the leap of irrefutably sparkling truth; as it reigned supreme as the most invincible idol alive; harmoniously transpiring the endless planet to take birth profoundly; for centuries unprecedented, Unstoppable was the marvelously ubiquitous innocence of the newly born infant; irrefutably transcending over all richness of this unfathomable planet; bountifully embracing the spirit of uninhibitedly immaculate freedom, Unstoppable was the wind of ebulliently unconquerable passion; metamorphosing even the most impossibly intractable of circumstances; into a celestially scintillating paradise, Unstoppable was the cry of timeless liberation; the unbelievably resurgent force with which countless galloped forward to bond in threads of amiable friendship; far away from the dungeons of retributory malice, Unstoppable was the jubilantly blazing patriotism of the soldier; who lived immortally in the hearts of the nation; even after relinquishing his very last breath for his sacrosanct motherland, Unstoppable was path of fabulously victorious conscience; which unsparingly annihilated even the most capricious trace of salaciously heinous evil and lies; with the swords of truth divine, Unstoppable was sensuously ravenous breath in the body; expunging out with a tumultuous fervor; that made even the most treacherous of devils to blend with the chords of synergistic existence, Unstoppable was the magically Omnipotent rhythm of the passionate heart; with each of its wonderfully burgeoning beats; eternally coalescing with all love and resplendent congeniality; on this unending planet, And unstoppable was my ardor to write poetry; flood every bit of barren space on this incomprehensibly vivid planet with the fragrance of love and humanity; spawning into an entrenchment of perpetual bliss; even after I abdicated my last droplet of blood; even after I forever shed my last breath….

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NO CONTROL…. I could wink exactly when I wanted to; shutting one of my lid with astoundingly articulate dexterity; and in wholesome entirety to the lugubriously manipulative planet outside, I could yawn exactly when I wanted to; thunderously stretching the contours of my lips to the most unprecedented limits; blissfully resonating into an unfathomably rampant valley of sounds soon thereafter, I could walk exactly when I wanted to; uninhibitedly alighting my nimble foot from obdurate ground; paving an intrepidly sensuous path of my own; as the world disdainfully entangled in bizarrely disparaging business outside, I could dance exactly when I wanted to; bountifully synchronizing the movements of my impoverished visage; to majestically blend with the tunes of the seductively tantalizing and milky night, I could cry exactly when I wanted to; profusely squeezing the sockets of my beleaguered eyes; discordantly inundating even the most infinitesimal particle of the atmosphere; with an unsurpassable ocean of cacophonic wails, I could whisper exactly when I wanted to; amiably rustling through the partially obfuscated periphery of my wandering lips; enshrouding every bit of belligerent retribution with ravishing enchantment, I could write exactly when I wanted to; blissfully embellishing fathomless bits of barren paper; with poetry that poignantly diffused from the inner most soul and the Gods, I could fantasize exactly when I wanted to; unequivocally unveiling the chords of diminutive brain to the stupendously ingratiating melody of this timeless earth; exotically delving into inscrutably titillating territories beyond the obsoletely unknown, I could smile exactly when I wanted to; exuberantly puffing my enthrallingly rubicund cheeks; wholeheartedly letting the scintillating whites of my teeth harmoniously coalesce with all benign goodness outside, I could philander exactly when I wanted to; flirtatiously elope behind the hills with the companion of my choice; handsomely allowing the golden rays of the Omnipotent Sun; to envelop me in 38

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impregnable entirety, I could roll exactly when I wanted to; rampantly cascading down the gigantic mountains; regally caressing the veils of intrepidly exhilarating adventure; as I rhapsodically made my way down, I could bathe exactly when I wanted to; rejuvenate the disastrously gruesome conglomerate of my nerves under the sparkling waterfalls; even after the heart of unbelievably dark midnight, I could fight exactly when I wanted to; mustering all mighty muscle in a just a single swirl; endeavoring my ultimate best to save my kin; philanthropically save my treacherously devastated motherland, I could chatter exactly when I wanted to; clatter the piquant buds of my teeth umpteenth number of times in a single minute; shivering in uncontrollably nervous waves of dithering skepticism, I could eat exactly when I wanted to; celestially assimilating all salubrious fruits of this earth in my penurious palette; astonishingly replenishing each ingredient of my blood with nutrition divine, I could sleep exactly when I wanted to; wholesomely obscuring my eyes with knots of perennially heavenly silk; irrefutably sequestering myself way beneath in the boundless dungeons; without even the most inconspicuous trace of sound or vibrant light, I could evolve exactly when I wanted to; fascinatingly gathering all eclectically resplendent assets of the Almighty Lord; to stunningly metamorphose the complexion of this delinquently frazzled Universe, I could breathe exactly when I wanted to; ebulliently permeating the dolorously remorseful atmosphere with fireballs of vivacious glory; igniting an inferno of untamed celebration even in the center of the despicably deadened night, O! yes; I could do this; and I could do that; and by the Grace of God I was a majestic master of my own destiny; symbiotically bonding with the eternally transcending and divine, But I had absolutely not the slightest control on my heart; as its passionately triumphant beats ecstatically wandered without my commands; bonding with all immortal love on this colossal planet; bonding with the spell binding spirit to lead an infinite more lifetimes….

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IMMORTALLY LIVING ART…. To procreate countless more of your kind was inherently natural; but to instill in them the irrefutably invincible principles of mankind; was a majestically impeccable art, To replenish your stomach with all tantalizingly piquant food on this Universe was inevitably natural; but to scrupulously digest them and yet sparkle into an ocean of celestially rubicund health; was a perseveringly magical art, To transit into a heavenly slumber and fantasize uninhibitedly about all ingratiating exoticism on this planet was blissfully natural; but to manifest all those spell binding dreams into an eternal reality; was an unassailably enduring art, To listen to the fulminating voices of your intrepid soul was poignantly natural; but to invincibly march forward in united patriotism to annihilate the last iota of evil from your sacrosanct motherland; was an indefatigably resplendent art, To euphorically bathe at the commencement of brilliant sunshine was iridescently natural; but to utilize every bit of your marvelously sparkling freshness to enlighten all despicably bereaved humanity; was an ebulliently gutsy art, To dance till eternity in times of ecstatic jubilation was exuberantly natural; but to ubiquitously disseminate the same unending happiness in every dwelling besieged with horrifically remorseful despair; was a handsomely philanthropic art, To wholeheartedly immerse yourself in your very own religion was holistically natural; but to unequivocally preach the religion of humanity till the last breath of your existing life; was a grandiloquently benign art, To encapsulate your entire persona with ravishing petals of rose and insatiably overwhelming scent was scintillatingly natural; but to waft the Omnipotent scent of coalesced mankind; on every murderously manipulative cranny of this earth; was a timelessly mesmerizing art, To profoundly enjoy the divinely melody in the atmosphere was quintessentially natural; but to 43

tirelessly propagate every element of your ebullience to all those miserably crippled and penurious destitute; was a glitteringly humanitarian art, To sight umpteenth galleries of wonderfully serene objects around you was instinctively natural; but to altruistically become the walking stick of all those horrendously penalized and gruesomely blind; was a miraculously Omniscient art, To sagaciously invest all your fathomless treasuries of wealth in the best possible gains was prudently natural; but to chivalrously dissipate even a minuscule fraction of your opulence to the service of the devastatingly deprived; was a perpetually sacred art, To joyously gallop through fields of flirtatiously sensuous freedom was flamboyantly natural; but to hoist all those bereft of hands and feet to destinations transcending the land of paradise; was a benevolently bequeathing art, To cling to the lap of your mother whenever you felt gorily shattered was incomprehensibly natural; but to perennially ensure that the entire planet irrevocably clung to the strings of enchanting humanity; was a gloriously princely art, To harmoniously augment the granaries of crimson blood in your countenance was poignantly natural; but to selflessly shed the same for your countrymen incarcerated with treacherous despair; was a glitteringly Omnipresent art, To decorate your pristinely barren skin with royal pearls and ornaments was splendidly natural; but to stupendously embellish the fabric of all despicably dithering mankind with untamed cloudbursts of love; was a ubiquitously charismatic art, To act candidly and in synergy with the voice of your intransigently righteous conscience was intrinsically natural; but to wholesomely decimate the salacious web of lies from every corner of this earth with the voice of unconquerably impeccable truth; was a royally regale art, To tranquilly inhale air all round the clock and with the most prolific of intensity was indispensably natural; but to aristocratically placate the brutally traumatized agony of all those miserably divested with each of your breath; was a passionately Almighty art, To relentlessly love and bountifully adore the girl of your every dream was tumultuously natural; but dedicating every single beat of your heart to all 44

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those orphaned and acrimoniously betrayed; was an unfathomably heavenly art, And to rhapsodically live this birth and intransigently perceive to survive for an infinite more births yet to come was incredulously natural; but sacrificing each instant of your life to astoundingly spawn a countless new tomorrows of optimistic hope and vibrant courage; was an immortally living art…..

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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 colossaly 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 46

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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; whilst 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…

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TIME PASS… I meticulously counted the number of waves; rising and falling in the majestically undulating sea, I sang occasionally with the birds; humming a myriad of spell binding tunes, I tore a sheet of lanky dilapidated paper; into measly bits of orphaned fragments, I nonchalantly kicked each stone that confronted me in my way; hurling it high and handsome towards mystical puffs of sky, O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment life was nothing but a big time pass…..

I shooed the birds sitting tranquilly on the jaded rocks; chasing them till the point I wholesomely collapsed in a bedraggled heap on cold ground, I made boundless sandcastles in insurmountably slippery sand; dismantling them as they gathered the slightest of solid proportion, I held my ear abysmally close to the hollow walls; awaiting for the tiniest of sound that simply wasn’t there, I indefatigably kept chanting a silly tune; giving it the pompously pretentious status of being the astronomical best, O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment life was nothing but a big time pass…..

I voraciously rubbed my glasses till the time they shone vivaciously bright; although they were already sparkling more than the mid-day Sun, I tied my handkerchief into unfathomable number of folds; spent countless moments thereafter in entangling the disdainful mess of my insane creation, I washed my body vigorously all throughout the night; evacuating the last bit of superficial dirt that just wasn’t to be seen, I flipped through pages of the bulky history book; browsing through an unending labyrinth of dates; with 48

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beads of exasperating sweat trickling feverishly down my nape, O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment life was nothing but a big time pass…..

I yawned like a maniacally fanatic; although the bones incarcerated in my body rared to surge forward with spurts of exuberant enthusiasm, I chewed slices of tangy gum for times immemorial; evolving a cocoon of bubbles only to obnoxiously burst them, I incoherently scribbled gargantuan tons of literature on barren paper; expending Herculean loads of my lazy frustration on my tiny little fountain pen, I relentlessly kept tapping my nimble feet; scowling in inexplicable disdain at whomsoever who encountered me in my way. O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment life was nothing but a big time pass…..

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VERITABLE DEATH MINE My mind was like the fulminating volcano; which kept on passionately erupting; even after the entire earth had blissfully slept, My mind was like an uninhibitedly philandering panther; which thunderously roared each unfurling second of the day, My mind was like a turbulently swirling ocean; which culminated each instant into a flurry of violent waves, My mind was like the poignant whirlpool of sand; which evolved at cyclonic speeds; sweeping across the fathomless deserts inevitably every afternoon, My mind was like the blazing inferno; which kept augmenting to astronomical heights with each nimble stroke of the brazen wind, My mind was like the hideously savage vulture; whose hunger arose the very next moment; after it had just devoured its previous bit of robust carrion, My mind was like the indefatigably running spider; which didn’t rest for even a minuscule minute; entrenched and wavering amidst the silvery strands of its web, My mind was like streaks of white lightening which profusely enveloped the sky; creating insanely havoc on the whatever space they fell, My mind was like infinite clouds sprawled vindictively in the cosmos; creeping up every day to try and camouflage vivacious rays of brilliant light, My mind was like the unstoppably perennial stream; which leapt and swelled; irrespective of the acrimonious battalion of barricades that confronted it in its celestial way, My mind was like the plane which inexorably kept flying all its life; without stooping down a fraction; or caressing the tarmac with its spongy sheath of wheels, My mind was like the mystical echo which reverberated countless number of times; after ephemerally clashing against the formidably boundless valley, My mind was like the lethally bouncing striped shark; which unrelentingly surged forward with hostile euphoria even in the middle of the perilously gloomy night, My mind was like the centuries old grandfather clock; 50

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which continued to tirelessly tick; irrespective of the most deadliest of holocaust or rain, My mind was like the deafening thud of the dinosaurs foot; which kept going on and on for times immemorial; even after the monster had become remotely obsolete and wholesomely extinct, My mind was like the globules golden sweat; which kept incorrigibly trickling down the arms; even after applying the most profound balm of stupendously redolent scent, My mind was like the unfathomably deep well; which indeed did have an opening; but there simply seemed no end, My mind was like the tangible population; which perpetually kept increasing as each second unveiled into a full fledged minute In the end it is my humble plea to you; O! Almighty Creator; not to give people a mind like mine; for although I had developed an intrinsic bondage with its vagaries over a period of time; for others it could very well prove to a veritable death mine….

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Only follow your heart… Do definitely be inspired by all those minuscule globules of water; which miraculously spurned fresh life and magical greenery—into fathomless kilometers of acrimoniously arid-stagnating land, Do definitely be inspired by all those undaunted apogees of the mountains; which unflinchingly stood like a lone warrior amidst boundless bits of sky—triumphantly bracing every storm and maliciously holocaustic light, Do definitely be inspired by all those diminutive petals of the scarlet rose; which perpetuated the dolorously dying atmosphere—with the royal scent of compassionate belonging and invincible togetherness, Do definitely be inspired by all those invisibly gutsy ants; which fomented even the most demonically parading monsters to collapse like a pack of frigid cards—with just a singleton sting to their big foot, Do definitely be inspired by all those unconquerable rays of the Sun; which blessed each symbiotically palpitating life on the trajectory of soil—with the scepter of fearlessly blazing truth and righteousness, Do definitely be inspired by all those blissfully blessed mothers—who suckled their new born solely with their impeccably sacrosanct milk—which became the greatest power for the child to survive for an infinite more lifetimes, Do definitely be inspired by all those voluptuously enriched clouds; which triggered new rays of hope in the life of every mercilessly scorched organism on earth; endlessly waiting for those pricelessly inimitable showers of the first monsoon, Do definitely be inspired by all those be-dazzlingly patriotic soldiers; who altruistically laid their lives for their motherland—smiling embraced the gallows of death so that their mothersoil remained free—at the swish of a thumb, Do definitely be inspired by all those amiably rustling trees; which rendered their healing shade to the agonizingly dreary traveler—wondrously cooled the atmosphere with their ravishing breeze; even as the afternoon unsparingly tried to char their wholesome existence, Do definitely be inspired by all those vivaciously dancing rainbows; which fomented inexhaustible chores of cheers from every discovering mouth on the Universe—replenishing robotically devastating life with splashes of tantalizingly reinvigorating color, Do definitely be inspired by all those mellifluously tiny nightingales; which punctuated each shade of vapidly deteriorating and mundane existence—with the Omnipotent balm of benign sound, Do definitely be inspired by all those indefatigably advancing footsteps of truth; which didn't budge an inch from their course of unparalleled righteousness—no matter how hard did the devil try to 52

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lure them towards the seductresses of vindictively victimizing hell, Do definitely be inspired by all those citadels of honest solidarity; which victoriously withstood even the ghastliest of attack on this planet---united together in the strings of affable brotherhood, Do definitely be inspired by all those jubilantly dazzling droplets of sweat-- a ramification of the utmost anecdotes of perseverance; wherein every organism started from the scratch in the scorching heat—to leave a significant mark upon this planet, Do definitely be inspired by all those poignantly undulating waves of the ocean; which cast their unbreakably enchanting spell upon every miserably harried fraternity of living kind; with every tiny sprinkle of their heavenly froth, Do definitely be inspired by all those benevolently twinkling stars; which unassailably weaved a way towards philanthropically ultimate success—even through the most dreadfully morose and blackened nights, Do definitely be inspired by all those gorgeously golden waterfalls; which insuperably recharged every deplorably dwindling pore of the beleaguered body---transporting each organism to the ultimate levels of unimaginable ecstasy, Do definitely be inspired by all those chapters of marvelous evolution; which spawned into infinite civilizations of fresh life and enthralling emotion; under the impregnable fatherly roof of the open sky, Do definitely be inspired by all those geniuses of the undefeated human brain; which created unbelievably masterpieces of art and literature; out of sheer and limp nothingness, But forever believe in; infallibly listen to; and only follow the innermost voices and immortal beats of your very own Omnisciently ubiquitous heart….

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O! how he wished and wished and wished… Unfortunately, it was only his flagrantly dismantled dead body; that brought people of all religions; caste; creed and color blissfully together; clasping their palms in unison infront of the Almighty Lord-for bountiful liberation of the bereaved soul, Unfortunately, it was only his lividly fetid dead body; that brought even the most squabbling of plunderers to the feet of the deceased; beseeching solace for every hedonistically committed of their misdeed, Unfortunately, it was only his forlornly silent dead body; that inexhaustibly perpetuated even the most maniacally corporate and robotic; to perceive beyond the dungeons of the commercial world, Unfortunately, it was only his ghastily distorted dead body; that evoked a cloudburst of torrential sympathy in even the cruelest of heart; fomented the devil the weep just that once in his entire-insensitively lunatic life, Unfortunately, it was only his morbidly castrated dead body; that spontaneously triggered a humanitarian helping attitude; with the entire fathomless planet eternally wishing to exist under a singleton roof, Unfortunately, it was only his morosely unembellished dead body; that made every living organism realize the true value of enigmatic life; that very existence which it preposterously blew up; in inconspicuous smoke; and relentlessly sardonic laughter, Unfortunately, it was only his worthlessly decrepit dead body; that made countless human pray in meek obeisance; asking the Omnipotent Lord to condone them for their inadvertently committed sins of a past and present life, Unfortunately, it was only his shockingly still dead body; that stirred an impregnable revolution in the most impotently dormant of hearts; to collectively rise for the cause of justice; beheading even the tiniest innuendo of the devil that dared come their way, Unfortunately, it was only his pathetically paralyzed dead body; that stringently provoked even the stingiest to come forward; magnanimously donate for the garlands; funereal expenses; burial and haplessly left behind kin, Unfortunately, it was only his brutally pulverized dead body; that churned the most immaculately truthful of poetry; perpetually equating the good's and bad's of many an inexplicably infinite lifetime, Unfortunately, it was only his immovably maimed dead body; that drove the flock of the greatest lazy sleepers out of their beds; now energized to contribute something for the betterment of society; with the sense of shame ruling supreme over every ingredient of their blood, Unfortunately, it was only his bizarrely taciturn dead body; that metamorphosed the parasitic arrogance in each footstep that tread on 54

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soil; into a celestial leaf of everlastingly symbiotic humility, Unfortunately, it was only his incomprehensibly speechless dead body; that fomented the pulse of existence; to beat solely for the heaven of unassailably enamoring companionship, Unfortunately, it was only his indelibly stagnating dead body; that brought about infinite moments of pin-drop silence; amidst the heart of devastatingly bombarding and abhorrent war, Unfortunately, it was only his hopelessly jeopardized dead body; that evolved an ambience of sheer urgency in the boundless atmosphere; that none should ever succumb like a lifeless matchstick to the devil's non-existent sword, Unfortunately, it was only his unfathomably irreparable dead body; that made the deliriously agnostic; believe every bit in the miraculous and magnificent powers of the Omnisciently ameliorating God, Unfortunately, it was only his indiscriminately charred dead body; that made man wholeheartedly embrace even the worst of his enemy; give him shelter under his very own compassionate roof—in utter shock and disbelief, Unfortunately, it was only his unrecognizably damaged dead body; that made emotionlessly maverick society; believe irrefutably and all the more in the Omnipresent freshness of the new-born child—the timelessly revitalizing chapters of life, O! how he wished and wished and wished sitting there in heaven; that even an iota of the above had happened when he was alive in soul; conscious mind and physical form….

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My best friend's birthday… The moment was to rejoice; to uninhibitedly forget the sorrows of a lecherously non-existent past, The moment was to distribute sweets and cookies of all shapes and sizes; to far and distant across the fathomless living planet, The moment was to culminate into a fountain of tantalizing freshness; with a healing spray that magically caressed even the most minutest of hearts, The moment was to perpetuate every bit of savage blackness around; with the rays of ecstatically newborn and unfettered hope, The moment was to liberate from the sins of a morose past life; gloriously expedite towards the Sun of a brand new tomorrow, The moment was to have several rounds of heartiest congratulations and best wishes all around; with tears of celestial happiness rolling down the cheeks, The moment was the most unassailably privileged one; one which had the world waiting since so maddeningly long, The moment was of a sole triumphant winner; with the entire battlefield lying otherwise sordid; desolate; decrepit and dry, The moment beckoned for time to ultimately stop; as happiness of such a magnitude would never ever unfurl; and in such pulsating beats on this planet, Most importantly than anything else; the moment now was of my best friends birthday; who not only called me "Friend" by formal introduction; but considered me his best friend at each beat of innermost soul and heart….

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The walls were my very best friends… The walls were my very best friends; as I boisterously conversed with them for hours immemorial; after the closest around me had turned a deaf ear to even the most brilliant of achievements; some shunting me due to lack of time; some shunting me brutally due to prejudice, The walls were my very best friends; as I shared the most eccentric of my secrets with their invincible hardness; b'cause if I did the same with the society outside; it'd pounce and exploit me for my deficiencies to the fullest; and till the last breath I exhaled, The walls were my very best friends; as I adorned them with an infinite lines of spell-binding poetry; after the actual girl whom I'd written them for; preposterously ridiculed it and torched it alive, The walls were my very best friends; as I banged my fists and legs against them an infinite times; after the pangs of livid isolation and worldly subterfuge; had thwarted me beyond any conceivable realm of sanctity, The walls were my very best friends; as I unabashedly wept the most intricate woes of my heart against their impregnable stoicism; after my cherished near and dear; labeled me as only an emotional fool for the heartfelt moisture in my eyes, The walls were my very best friends; as I sang a countless tunes of peace; towards their united oneness; after all I was coerced to do by my relatives; was work from 9 to 9 like a robot; in the malicious corporate world outside, The walls were my very best friends; as they altruistically saw me for what I originally was and born; and not for money; status; sanctimonious position in the society that I'd vapidly attained, The walls were my very best friends; as I made compassionate love to them tracing even the obscurest of their contours with my roving fingers; after all that emanated from the eyes of my own beloved; was nothing else but venomous abuse, The walls were my very best friends; as they blissfully sheltered even the most evanescent of my shadow and desire; after all that blew outside was acrimonious wisps of smoke and pugnacious war, The walls were my very best friends; as I wholesomely leaned upon them whilst eating my food; sleeping and tingling adventure; after the natural environment; trees and wildlife; were satanically bombarded by materialistic man outside, The walls were my very best friends; as I uninhibitedly perpetuated them with my footprints; thumbprints and veritable signatures; after no other parchment of paper or space on this parasitic earth; was ready to accept them, The walls were my very best friends; as I poignantly deciphered every intricate thread of my past in their fathomless recesses and darkness; after my own blood indefatigably advised me to massacre all emotions; 57

and turn murderously practical, The walls were my very best friends; as I embraced them wholeheartedly like a child embracing its mother; finding undefeated compassion in their egalitarian chest; after no-one else in the world dared touch my body; grievously afflicted with hiv-aids, The walls were my very best friends; as I proclaimed even the most hidden fantasy of my heart fearlessly infront of them; after the planet outside had hedonistically trounced me as a worthless imbecile, The walls were my very best friends; as my paintbrush treated them as the ultimate canvas of life; inexhaustibly permeating them with poignantly vivacious color; after my own envious kin wanted my fingers to be cut in broad daylight, The walls were my very best friends; as I exercised against them for unceasing minutes of the day and night; toning each dormant muscle of my body to face the ghastliest of traitors; after every ingredient of the world outside had become the blackness of treacherous war, The walls were my very best friends; as I sought unparalleled inspiration looking at their unshakable periphery; even in the fiercest maelstrom and rain; after every organism in this manipulative world today trying to endlessly pin me down, The walls were my very best friends; ardently listening to each of my passionately throbbing heartbeats; after all that the alien globe gave them; was an unsurpassable graveyard of licentious betrayal, The walls were my very best friends; unnervingly allowing me to ecstatically breathe down their naked nape; after my own revered beloved; discarded me disdainfully like reproachful shit; declaring my breath as foul….

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Death--- The Greatest Equalizer…. Death was the greatest pacifier; after which every thwarted desire of the physical form; wonderfully evaporated and became a mist of celestially everlasting solitude, Death was the greatest purifier; after which even the most evanescent ounce of the inevitably sinful body; wholesomely dissolved to perennially blend with the holy natural soil and atmosphere, Death was the greatest fantasizer; after which each impoverished element of the soul unabashedly fantasized in an infinite directions; without the tiniest of tensions or frustrations of manipulatively castrated life, Death was the greatest immortalizer; after which every good and Samaritan deed of living being; was idolized and gave strength to existing man to conquer all evil; till times immemorial, Death was the greatest synthesizer; after which even the most ethereal trace of ghoulish imbalance in the body; settled and whispered in exuberant unison towards every new face of captivating dawn, Death was the greatest symbolizer; after which each entity became an institution in its very ownself; for whatever good or bad it'd achieved; in the tenure of its otherwise unendingly aspiring life, Death was the greatest realizer; after which man was able to holistically imbibe his true identity on planet earth; as he unavoidably crumbled like a fence of matchsticks; infront of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord, Death was the greatest neutralizer; after which even the most invisible insinuation of positivity and negativity; was made articulately same on the plane of sheer and vapid nothingness, Death was the greatest rationalizer; paving open the way; to the miraculously untiring chapters of bountiful life and extinction; being the most impregnable focal point upon which the Universe rotated, Death was the greatest nullifier; bringing living kind to absolute ground zero-after it'd achieved the most inimitable of heights; thereby once again inspiring a whole new chapter of rejuvenating existence, Death was the greatest fortifier; royally melanging every amiable spirit on this earth; into one unassailably epitomizing wall of silence; which not even the fiercest of wars fought on globe could ever pervade, Death was the greatest womanizer; after which the haplessly divested spirit of worldly life; easily entered and left the most beautiful maidens upon this earth; without causing the slightest of stir or perceivable scratch, Death was the greatest desensitizer; after which even the most hideously uncouth bombarding to the physical form; the most 59

inexplicable agony to the heart; seemed like a paradise of poignantly virgin roses, Death was the greatest socializer; after which endless communities after communities; the greatest of friends and foes; all assembled together to unanimously pray for the peaceful liberation of the soul, Death was the greatest randomizer; eccentrically selecting a living organism of any shape; size; color; status; age; anytime in its completely and irrefutably unchallengeable swirl, Death was the greatest energizer; suddenly granting those wings of uninhibitedness to the deliriously incarcerated soul; to ebulliently circle round the planet a countless number of times, Death was the greatest sermonizer; automatically inculcating a boundless values and significance about the chapters of priceless breath and existence; as it timelessly stared down every eyeball; be it newborn or staggeringly old, Death was the greatest revitalizer; after which the trajectory of enamoring earth witnessed life in its most pristinely effulgent form once again; as the indefatigable imprints of the Omnipresent lord; blossomed in some or the other form of life; once again, And death was; is and shall ever remain as the greatest Equalizer; after which-- the richest and the poorest—the tallest and the shortest—the brightest and the darkest---the strongest and the weakest—the blessed and the maimed—the sighted and the sightless---every single organism of God created with breath on this ever-pervading planet; at last found their true identity as united and one; beneath the deserted and lackluster patch of graveyard soil…

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My forever single droplet of sweat… Not just an inconspicuous droplet; but an unlimited measure of my unabashedly vivacious sensuality; which was the very source of every ounce of ardor wondrously running through each of my veins, Not just an infinitesimal droplet; but an unlimited measure of my inimitably unparalleled virility; the inferno of untamed desire that sprouted bounteously from every pore of my skin, Not just an invisible droplet; but an unlimited measure of my profound amiability; my infinite longing to blissfully mélange and embrace every symbiotic form of god's living kind, Not just a mercurial droplet; but an unlimited measure of my pricelessly invincible truth; the gloriously impeccable reflection of my soul; which was as pristine as the melting of the first snow, Not just an insipid droplet; but an unlimited measure of my extremely poignant sensitivity; as the color of my skin and soul dramatically changed; to even the most obfuscated of whisper and tune, Not just a disappearing droplet; but an unlimited measure of my ardently unexplored energy; which proliferated like an undying volcano of compassion; at every single stage of the vibrantly unfurling day, Not just an impoverished droplet; but an unlimited measure of my fearless honesty; the righteous fulmination of every element of goodness that lingered left; right and center; in my body and in my soul, Not just a fugitive droplet; but an unlimited measure of my peerless conviction; the unrelenting desire to reach the absolute zenith of goodness; overtopping every ingredient of devil that dared came my way, Not just a orphaned droplet; but an unlimited measure of my fragrant perseverance; the untiring hours of my life under the fiercest of Sun; that had been spent in order to corroborate my identity, Not just a senseless droplet; but an unlimited measure of my unbridled poetic imagery; those infinite moments of angst that had so royally brought out the purest imagination from the innermost realms of my soul, Not just a maimed droplet; but an unlimited measure of my never-dying spirit towards the chapter of existence; as each instant rolled forward to give birth to a triumphantly godly dawn of newness, Not just a nonsensical droplet; but an unlimited measure of my true potential to conquer every obstacle in my life; the unflinching tenacity in my bones to trample over a corpse of lies; in my eternal quest for truth, Not just a wastrel droplet; but an unlimited measure of my unshakable effervescence; the intrinsic urge to gallop forward in inscrutable life; even under the most atrocious whiplash of jinxed destiny, Not just a fetid droplet; but an unlimited measure of my ability to 61

righteously and symbiotically survive; even when brutally enshrouded by the most hideously devouring pack of wolves, Not just an amorphous droplet; but an unlimited measure of my tireless imagination; which undyingly kept the mystical turbulence alive; in even the most dormant pores of my skin, Not just an evanescent droplet; but an unlimited measure of my intricate personality; the boundless vacillations of moods that even the tiniest of my nerves; inevitably underwent, Not just an imperturbable droplet; but an unlimited measure of my inborn artistry; the uncanniness galore in every organ of my body; to evolve a paradise of beauty; out of barbarously lame nothingness, Not just a miserly droplet; but an unlimited measure of my rivers of everlasting love; which delectably oozed out every unveiling instant of the day and night; at the sight of my immortal beloved, Was my wonderfully enamoring; and forever single; DROPLET OF SWEAT….

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Death-The Absolute King of Optimism… Wasn't it only because of the fear of ghoulishly crucifying deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most ultimate of king; relished every puff of free air in the colossal atmosphere? Wasn't it only because of the fear of tumultuously asphyxiating death -inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most brazen tip of the mountain; wholesomely letting the waves of titillating adventure whistle past your aroused skin? Wasn't it only because of the fear of deliriously estranged deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most euphoric waves of the ocean; profoundly exhilarated by the spray of magical existence? Wasn't it only because of the fear of barbarously silencing deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most poignant shades of the scarlet rose; letting the flavor of creation forever reign supreme in every single ingredient of your blood? Wasn't it only because of the fear of truculently unsparing deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most extremely aroused particles of rain-soaked soil; letting a perennial festoon of sensuality timelessly drift from each of your veins? Wasn't it only because of the fear of cold-bloodedly sacrilegious death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most exultated streak of thunder; profusely drowning even the most insouciant of your nerve into the unparalleled roar of life? Wasn't it only because of the fear of indescribably torturous deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most passionate shade of the rainbow; feeling the unconquerable enlightenment of breath even on severest maniacally depressed day? Wasn't it only because of the fear of hideously massacring deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most virile layer of the seed; royally proliferating into infinite more of your kind; so that life in your reflection palpitated; even after you died? Wasn't it only because of the fear of painstakingly divesting deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most everlasting kiss of the lips; trying to suckle every ounce of sweetness from the rhapsodically mesmerizing belly of earth? Wasn't it only because of the fear of diabolically baseless death63

inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most perpetuating sting of the bumble bee; trying to infiltrate your inimitable sting into every single quarter of the Universe? Wasn't it only because of the fear of sadistically penalizing deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most everlasting tune of the nightingale; perpetually trying to blend the innermost tune of your soul; with every bit of goodness in the atmosphere? Wasn't it only because of the fear of deplorably shattering deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most ecstatic roar of the lion; trying to overpower even the most infidel insinuation of the devil; at every step that you tread? Wasn't it only because of the fear of tawdrily uncouth deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most tantalizing backdrop of the night; handsomely stirring the seduction of a boundless lifetimes within your impoverished skin and soul? Wasn't it only because of the fear of cannibalistically castigating death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most blazing pinnacle of the Sun; interminably glowing in the invincibly flaming passion of existence? Wasn't it only because of the fear of horrifically impotent deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most endless treasuries of opulence; groping to assimilate the very best of everything; on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe? Wasn't it only because of the fear of morbidly wretched death-inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most enigmatic chirps of the forest; fervently wanting to tingle each impoverished bone of yours; with the undefeated pulse of creation? Wasn't it only because of the fear of sinfully devastating deathinevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most immortal scent of a lover; trying to savor every single ounce of compassion and friendship; existing as one on this gigantic planet? Wasn't it only because of the fear of irrevocably wounding death—inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most victoriously scintillating of star; unstoppably triumphing over even the most criminal shades of blackness and despair? Then how the hell could you christen death as 'Pessimistic' , 'Negative' and the sorts; when it was infact the absolute King of Optimism; the very best; beautiful; bountiful and inevitable blackness; that relentlessly inspired you forward in the chapter of inscrutable life… 64

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WITH GREAT POWER With great joy; comes the great spirit of uninhibited sharing, With great strength; comes the great virtue of fighting the treacherously evil, With great height; comes the great deed of escalating traumatized mankind to the ultimate summit, With great speed; comes the great act of carrying the profoundly maimed, With great sight; comes the great perception of becoming the eyes in perilously sinister darkness, With great voice; comes the great feeling of speaking for the irrevocably dumb, With great complexion; comes the great fortitude of harboring the hideously distorted, With great destiny; comes the great character to profusely illuminate the lives of helpless orphans, With great heart; comes the great passion of bonding immortal souls; separated by the lecherously satanic society, With great wealth; comes the great act of donating philanthropically to God's suffering living kind, With great knowledge; comes the great justice of disseminating it sagaciously amongst brutally deprived personalities, With great fragrance; comes the great chivalry of diffusing it to all those corners; pathetically dwindling towards obnoxious extinction, With great enthusiasm; comes the great ardor to impregnate the same; in those mourning towards clouds of desperation, With great innocence; comes the great inspiration of metamorphosing this manipulative planet; into an immaculate child, With great breath; comes the great vitality to instill life in despondently solitary entities slithering towards their graves, With great artistry; comes the great essence of propagating mesmerizing beauty on this globe; to people thoroughly oblivious about chapters of mystical existence, With great brain; comes the great idea of making the 65

fathomless Universe; a better place to live in, With great fire; comes the great ability to wholesomely devour the devil; in the swirl of Omnipotently golden flames, And with great Power; comes the great responsibility of keeping the Almighty Lord's planet; just the way it was; when he had marvelously evolved and perpetually created it…….

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CRACK In order to crack the enigmatic puzzle; I used the most stupendously intricate arenas of my brain, In order to crack the obdurate nut; I used the astronomical tenacity of my teeth, In order to crack the astoundingly gloomy silence; I used my stringently piercing voice, In order to crack the insurmountably hazy night; I used my twin paired crystalline eyesight, In order to crack spurious sadness ominously hovering around; I used my amicably compassionate smile, In order to crack the incorrigibly bellicose brick; I used my fists plummeting like a thunderbolt; on its wretched periphery, In order to crack the astutely austere corporate tycoon; I used frugal amounts of sly wit; circulating more mystically than the clouds in my blood, In order to crack the diabolically freezing evening; I used my palms voraciously against the rocks; to generate unsurpassable loads of seductive heat, In order to crack utter hopelessness; I used the invincible muscle impregnated euphorically in my bones, In order to crack the ingenious idea; I used my inherent skill of profusely intense concentration, In order to crack the yawn; I used my unfathomable treasury of will power to rise up to the occasion of pragmatic survival, In order to crack inexplicably treacherous destiny; I used my spirit of fathomless adventure to confront the acrimonious world, In order to crack pain; I used my lids to drink back my prolifically dribbling river of traumatized tears, In order to crack the bottle; I used my nails to adroitly unleash the insurmountably serrated steel cap, In order to crack the pathway of horrendous dirt; I used my royally sparkling pool of saliva, In order to crack the majestically enchanting painting; I used my adroitly slender conglomerate of fingers, In order to crack dismally mind boggling poverty; I used all the wealth I had assimilated till date; in 67

the tenure of my short life, In order to crack the chapter of inevitably precious existence; I used my exuberant mountain of Omnipotent breath, And in order to crack the love of my ultimate dreams; I used the inner most realms of my passionately thundering heart; which shot its beats infinite kilometers above the sky; as each second unfurled itself into the fabulously blossoming spectrum called romance….

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START BEING CREATIVE Creativity is a shadow that incessantly flutters; changing its dimensions every unleashing second, Creativity is something which is indefatigable; proliferating to the most unprecedented limits as each idea manifests, Creativity is a milestone which always eludes; running further and further away; just when you thought you'd perpetually achieved it, Creativity is a dream that could besiege you even under the most sweltering rays of sunlight; disappearing into infinitesimal wisps of non-existence; as abruptly as it had come, Creativity is an island that crops up like thunderbolts of lightening; suddenly from amidst the most remotest portions of clouds in the sky, Creativity is a hunger which never subsides; remaining disastrously famished; even after masticating the most wonderful fruits on this earth, Creativity is a flower which blossoms into infinite petals every unveiling instant; endlessly shooting towards the sky; even after its ultimate summit had been reached, Creativity is mesmerizing froth which kept you always exuberant; wholesomely rejuvenating the most pathetically dying nerves in your body, Creativity is a fabulously voluptuous mirage that you sighted even in the murkiest of light; enticing you in its web of seductive unpredictability, Creativity is a newly born infant; inexplicably metamorphosing its patterns as each moment of the day unleashed, Creativity is a rainbow of multitudinal colors; magnificently spreading its fragrance of newness in every person whose life was engulfed with despicable doom, Creativity is an ocean of tumultuously undulating waves; with each wave instantaneously reforming itself to unsurpassable proportions; after clashing against the conglomerate of treacherous rocks, Creativity is the chapter of relentless procreation; with each entity in the Universe giving birth to an 69

unrelenting myriad of trendsetting forms, Creativity is the flamboyant Sun which forever glows; dissipating its festoon of grandiloquently exuberant rays to every dying room; which badly needed it, Creativity is an echo which reverberates till eternity; tirelessly changing its pitch like the heart of a passionately robust lover, Creativity is the pulse of uncertainty; a sound escalating higher than turbulent thunder and yet remaining unheard, Creativity is an insurmountably tantalizing seductress; luring your entire countenance to realms beyond the point of no control, Creativity is an arrow which doesn’t kill; instead harnesses ebulliently animated traces of sacrosanct life; all the time, Creativity is a road with incomprehensible number of bifurcations; with each path leading to the most beautiful gift called; Existence, And most importantly Creativity is not exclusive; its there hidden in all of you; So c'mon lets start discovering it gorgeously priceless forms; infact the time is now ripe enough to START BEING CREATIVE….

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NOT AT THE COST I wanted to uninhibitedly laugh; but not at the cost of someone else's precious tears, I wanted to flirtatiously play; but not at the cost of someone else's; sacred prayers, I wanted to prolifically grow; but not at the cost of incarcerating someone in behind the ominously threatening prison bars, I wanted to be exorbitantly rich; but not at the cost of someone else's inevitable poverty, I wanted to be fairer than the most grandiloquent blanket of white ice; but not at the cost of someone else's despairing blackness, I wanted to be an irrefutably worshipped king; but not at the cost of an someone maim on the streets, I wanted to be a river which incessantly flowed; but not at the cost of a miserably devastated and bizarrely scorched desert, I wanted to be an overwhelmingly learned saint; but not at the cost of someone disparagingly struggling; who didn’t even know how to use his thumb, I wanted to the most powerful entity on this Universe; but not at the cost of someone dwindling towards oblivion in unprecedented starvation, I wanted to indefatigably travel in gorgeously golden aircrafts; but not at the cost of someone walking barefoot for infinite kilometers under the sweltering Sun; without a penny in his pocket, I wanted to emanate the most stupendously ravishing of perfume ever conceived on this planet; but not at the cost of someone rotting like pulverized tomatoes in the treacherously sinister dungeon, I wanted to be an avalanche of fabulously sweet sugar; but not at the cost of acrimonious bitterness profusely encapsulating someone's tongue, I wanted to be the flamboyantly radiating Sun; but not at the cost of someone living in perpetually augmenting darkness, I wanted to be the most seductively tantalizing dream ever fantasized about on this planet; but not at the cost of someone else's horrific nightmare, I wanted to be an everlasting wave; inexorably aiming for the absolute realms of mesmerizing sky; but not at the cost of someone's despondently famished shores, 71

I wanted to be a rhapsodic mountain of poignantly tangy salt; but not at the cost of someone else's abysmally raw wounds, I wanted to be a hawk sighting the most infinitesimal of object even in the heart of the dead night; but not at the cost of someone else's tyrannically traumatized blindness, I wanted to the most passionate lover on this boundlessly unsurpassable globe; but not at the cost of someone else's brutally broken heart, And I wanted to live till times unfathomable beyond the shadows of existence; but not at the cost of someone else's deliberately forceful death……..

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A WRITER IS NEVER UNEMPLOYED A needle is never soft; pierces the elastic periphery of the bombastically inflated balloon with a thunderous bang, A tree is never symmetrical; has branches of all dimensions and sizes dangling from its severely corrugated body, A fire is never cold; sizzles the mockingly cold night with its festoon of hostile of rays, An ice is never solid; metamorphoses itself at astounding speeds into a stream of cold water when caressed by the slightest of heat, A rose is never stinking; inundates the barren and profoundly gloomy surrounding with the tantalizing aroma wafting unequivocally from its crimson body, A bird is never walking for long miles on the ground; leans overwhelmingly on its pair of flamboyant wings to impart it with that delectable flight, A diamond is never dull; punctures the eyes of even the blind with its glitter and scintillating shine, A mushroom is never clean; extrudes disdainfully from the jungle with tufts of incorrigible dirt; loose specks of worm and deplorable soil, A demon is never sweet; devours millions of innocent in the swirl of its insatiable desire which never dies or subsides, A potbellied tortoise is never fast; crawls painstakingly through the leafy meadows chewing grass; while its counterparts execute several rounds of the finishing line, A man eater leopard is never vegetarian; has an unrelenting zeal for flesh engulfing him every minute; after once relishing the taste of human blood, A frog is never beautiful; spending its entire life in boundlessly deep interiors of the sordid well; having its coat enveloped with garbage and obnoxious slime, A scorpion is never innocuous; ardently awaiting to strike its venomous fangs any minute into impetuously innocent flesh wandering unsuspectingly, A fired bullet is never harmless; as even though it might miss its intended target; it nevertheless ricochets against impeccable wildlife, A Kangaroo is never slow; bounces several strides at a 73

time; even while harboring clusters of immaculate babies in its bulging belly, A cow is never unholy; generates new life in all those who consume its supremely sacrosanct and salubrious milk, A heart is never silent while it lives; palpitates tumultuously inside the chest; increasing its pace to unsurpassable limits after sighting the love of its life, A breath is never dry; besieges the atmosphere around with Herculean loads of compassionate fervor; triggers the body every minute to run and live, A life is never disciplined; replete with ups and downs that encompass an entity unsparingly every second; irrespective of the color he possesses or the religion he believes in, A mother is never cruel to her child; no matter how much the infant cries and kicks her incessantly with its feet, And a writer is never unemployed; although he might not go to conventional office from 9 in the morning to an exact 10 in the night; yet the fantasies he evolved impregnated new hope and charm; in millions others who monotonously survived….

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ENCHANTING PARADISE Extracting out just a droplet from the boundless ocean; won't make any difference at all to its swirling and vivacious persona, Pulling out just a fragment of mud from the gargantuan body of the mountain; won't make any difference at all to its marvelously towering summit, Pilfering out just a million out of the entire Government treasury; won't make any difference at all to its stupendously large demeanor, Gulping down just a cube ice from the entire snow laden slope of the Himalayas; won't make any difference at all to its mystically scintillating persona, Evacuating out just a flower from the entire garden of captivating roses; won't make any difference at all to its prolific growth and incredulously scented pride, Plucking out just a pearl from the entire armory of oysters sprawled in incongruous heaps around; won't make any difference to its bombastic shine and profound shimmer; illuminating the ghastly night, Snatching just a morsel of salubrious vegetable from the entire kitchen stashed abundantly with ravishing food; won't make any difference to its robust complexion and glowing health, Tearing just a page out of the mammoth Bible; won't make any difference to its sacrosanct visage; the countless volumes of sacred verse epitomizing humanity embedded within, Barging into just one room out of the infinite dwellings standing tall on the surface of this earth; won't make any difference at all to living space; the unsurpassable amount of abode's available for human existence, Grabbing just an hour from the entire day; won't make any difference at all to the glory of time; the innumerable hours and minutes that it was bifurcated into, Acquiring just a parchment of dictionary out of the unprecedented large collection of books; won't make any difference at all to the unending and spiraling heap of literature; the billions of sagacious pages intricately trapped inside, Capturing just a diminutive flame out of the entire conflagration of simmering twigs; won't make any 75

difference at all to the visage of blistering fire; the poignant fumes of euphoria it emanated all throughout the night, Hoisting just an inconspicuous knife out of the entire battlefield strewn with supremely glistening swords; won't make any difference at all to the spirit of daunting belligerence; the essence of bravado lingering predominantly all around, Cutting just a serrated leaf out of the entire jungle embodied with gigantic strands of foliage; won't make any difference at all to the wilderness; the mesmerizing outgrowths extruding from every corner, Occupying just a fraction of the entire cosmic space; won't make any difference at all to the countenance of the Royal Sun; the blanket of resplendent stars studded marvelously in every part of the sky, Pouncing on just a moment of happiness out of the entire laughter in this world; won't make any difference at all to the virtue of smile; the mystical and enigmatic charm enveloping it since times immemorial, Ripping apart just a flimsy chunk of cloth from the entire showroom overwhelmed with gaudy clothing; won't make any difference at all to the plethora of fluffy cotton wool cascading from all sides, Capturing a single ray of the blazing Sun God; won’t make any difference at all to its omnipotent aura; the tenacity with which it fumigated every nook and cranny of this earth, And possessing just a single heart out of this entire Universe; loving just one girl out of the unlimited that existed on this planet; won't make any difference at all to the fervor of romance; the immortal strength it inculcated in one and all, However even if these tiny and inconspicuous little things didn’t make the slightest of impact on any of the animate world; they were definitely enough to metamorphose my life from one of gloom and constant despair; to ENCHANTING PARADISE…

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ARTISTS ARE NOT TAUGHT; THEY ARE BORN The bird didn’t need to be taught how to catch fish; its astounding ability to dive; its lanky beak and the hunger in its dainty stomach; were simply enough fodder to propel it to dip down; capsize the robust meat in its mouth, The dog didn’t need to be taught how to wag its tail; its overwhelming urge to welcome its master; the angular silhouette of its body; was simply enough for it to move the stump of fur protruding from its back, The clouds didn’t need to be taught how to rain; the conglomerate of ominous black coalesced in harmony; the fury fulminating inside; was simply enough fuel to perpetuate themselves into gigantic droplets of crystal water, The cow didn’t need to be taught how to feed her calf; the river of milk oozing from her teats; her famished child nestling close to her body; was simply enough for her to satisfy her baby, The rose didn’t need to be taught how to give scent; the coalition of redolent red petals embodied in its visage; the scores of humming bees kissing its stalk; were simply enough for it to blossom and emanate its blissful fragrance, The child didn’t need to be taught how to walk; the unrelenting urge in him to reach his mother; an uncanny desire burning within him to explore the outside world; was simply enough to rise him on his feet; gallop with long strides and run, The fish didn’t need to be taught how to swim; having seen nothing but water since their birth; swirling waves of the sea as their perennial companion; was simply enough for them to slither their delectable bodies and mystically weave their way forward, The Lion didn’t need to be taught how to hunt; the inexorable gluttony of his stomach; a blood curling desire incarcerated in his flamboyant eyes; was simply enough to make him thunderously growl; run at lightening speeds towards the throat of its prey, The spider didn’t need to be taught how to spin her web; the sea of slimy juice extruding from her tentacles; a furtive desire to be shielded from the acrimonious Sun and the world; were simply enough for it to clamber up the ceiling and spin its home within seconds, 77

The cat didn’t need to be taught how to catch mice; its clusters of hostile needle teeth; the sense of uncanny adventure lingering profoundly in its hazel eyes; were simply enough for it to pounce on the diminutive rat and rip it apart into soft balls of meat, The skin didn’t need to be taught how to sweat; sweltering rays of the dazzling Sun; an overwhelmingly hard day of work without sitting even a minute on the ground; was simply enough for it to evolve rivers replete with golden perspiration, The peacock didn’t need to be taught how to dance; incessant showers of water cascading in torrents from the sky; an ambience completely enveloped by voluptuous enchantment; was simply enough for it to spread its wings to a full plumage and sway, The beggar didn’t need to be taught how to beg; insatiable pangs of hunger imploding more fierce than a volcano in his stomach; every iota of blood virtually evaporating from his veins; was simply enough to make him open his mouth incoherently and wail for alms, The scorpion didn’t need to be taught how to sting; having spent its entire life besieged with ghastly reptile and ominous wildlife; a splendidly curved tail inundated supremely with lethal poison; was simply enough for it to spread its face into a sneering grin and venomously strike the sleeping rabbit, The donkey didn’t need to be taught how to kick; gruesome loads of sand laden on its tender body; with almost every entity transgressing it making it a point to ridicule it to ultimate limits; was simply enough for it to swish its tail and feet in raw indignation, The lizard didn’t need to be taught how to gobble insects; its enormously slender tongue; the incredulous ability in its fleet footed legs to climb on any wall; was simply enough for it to furtively approach its prey from behind; devour it in a fraction of a second; before the poor worm even new it was born, The pair of Man and Woman didn’t need to be taught how to procreate their progeny; the inexorable whirlpool of desire circulating rampantly in their bodies; the glimmer of invincible hope floating in their eyes to have somebody resembling themselves in entirety; was simply enough for them to blend in the aisles of passionate love and give birth to their offspring, The Omniscient Creator didn’t need to be taught how to 78

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govern this earth; his omnipresent presence throbbing loudly in every heart; the supernatural power he possessed of creating more than a million for every soul lost; was simply enough for him to sit on the throne of this planet; and rule it as the ultimate king for times immemorial, And an artist didn’t need to be taught how to paint; draw; write; sing; dance; etc….; the indefatigable reservoir of innovation multiplying every instant in the corridors of his brain; the unsurpassable euphoria he experienced in creating marvels out of abstract forms; was simply enough for him to lift the pen; assimilate the entire world in just a piece of naked paper; make the whole Universe of his dreams actually come alive in just a single line; he enigmatically uttered….

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AUDACIOUSLY DARE Only he who knows how to adeptly rebuild the castle perfectly; blending cement; concrete and glass in commensurate proportions; can audaciously dare trample over and break it, Only he who knows how to dexterously re-stitch the exquisite fabric; weave majestic cloth out of bland tufts of cotton; can audaciously dare to tear it, Only he who knows how to expertly remold the intricately enigmatic jigsaw puzzle; can audaciously dare to dismantle it, Only he who knows how to prolifically write infinite numbers of pages; inundate barren fragments of paper with multiple alphabets within seconds; can audaciously dare to rip it apart and dispose it, Only he who knows how to enchantingly sing; capturing the entire Universe with his mesmerizing voice; can audaciously dare to stop all conversation; stop each voice from flowing, Only he who knows how to run; conquer invincible summits of the mountain taking boundless strides at a time; can audaciously dare to sleep when the entire world around him slogged and worked, Only he who knows how to adroitly mend the car brakes; blend them back to perfection within split seconds of time; can audaciously dare to snap them, Only he who knows how to voraciously swim; wade his way across the most stormy waters and ferociously swirling sea; can audaciously dare to sink to its rock bottom, Only he who knows how to appreciate even the most minuscule of beauty hovering around in the cosmos; had the incomprehensible power to envisage and perceive the most tantalizing sights that ever existed on this earth close eyed; can audaciously dare to pierce his eyes and go pathetically blind, Only he who knows how to clean the entire room; annihilate even the most infinitesimal trace of dirt adhering to the walls; can audaciously dare to dirty it, Only he who knows how to make strangers laugh within seconds; foment them to thunderously chortle at even the smallest joke of his; can audaciously dare to make 80

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them cry, Only he who knows how to stare unrelentingly looking into the heart of the fiery Sun; profoundly admiring its poignant tenacity; can audaciously dare to blink without control, Only he who knows how to attract any female towards him without the slightest of effort; foment her to love him by merely looking into her eyes; can audaciously dare to betray her, Only he who knows how to grow countless number of trees; producing tons of salubrious grains round the year from the field mingling raw seeds in robust soil; can audaciously dare to chop one with the axe, Only he who knows how to meditate incessantly; profusely concentrating on the deity of sacrosanct God; communicating with him whenever he wanted to; can audaciously dare to shout with the satanic devil; every hour after the onset of midnight, Only he who knows how to convince every entity with the eloquent power of his speech; propagate the message of unfathomable truth and peace ubiquitously all around the Globe; can audaciously dare to speak a string of blatant lies, Only he who knows how to miraculously heal the body of the most inexplicable of ailment; grant reprieve to the miserably afflicted by the mere caress of his Omnipotent palms; can audaciously dare of poisoning it, Only he who knows how to recreate the entire planet; by merely opening diminutive portions of his Omniscient mouth; can audaciously dare of completely destroying it, And only he who knows how to impart new life; procreate millions by the Omnipresent power engulfing his visage; can audaciously dare of abruptly ending it entirely and snatching it…

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DIFFERENT DESTINIES The color of his eyes was exactly the same as mine; tawny brown fluttering mischievously towards the majestic Moon, The strength in his arms was exactly the same as in mine; Herculean muscle bulging prominently from beneath ruffled cloth, The number of teeth in his mouth were exactly the same as mine; with the hideous assembly of molars and canines ready to masticate food within split seconds of time, The scent of his perspiration was exactly the same as mine; tantalizingly obnoxious under austerely acerbic rays of the Sun, The shape of his nose was exactly the same as mine; protruding like a pecking falcon straight as an arrow towards the ceiling, The height which he possessed was exactly the same as mine; having to slouch a trifle as much as I did; when he tried to enter the nocturnal bedroom, The weight he had on his visage was exactly the same as mine; blessed with an insatiable urge to gobble the same food items as I did with stupendous taste and relish, The shades of his hair were exactly the same as mine; streaks of pugnacious red nictitating somberly with the dainty draughts of wind; captivating the attention of every damsel wandering in town, The periphery of his lips was exactly the same as mine; voluptuously luscious pink; emanating the same spurts of raunchy laughter as I did, The armory of his eyelashes were exactly the same as mine; drooping down to the same angle; flirtatiously winking at every maiden; as much as mine did, The cadence in his voice was exactly the same as mine; delectably rising and falling with every word that he uttered; every song that he melodiously sang, The size of his shoe was exactly the same as mine; occupying the same diminutive amount of space on earth; as much as mine did, The alignment of his backbone was exactly the same as mine; experiencing the same agony as I did after a tumultuously onerous days work; running like a bull to the masters commands, The clothes that he wore were exactly the same as 82

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mine; with his overwhelming fancy of adorning sleazy silver chains; bizarrely tattooing his chest; as much as mine, The number of hair that grew on his body were exactly the same as mine; with a slightly more density on the back of the palm than on the entire skeleton, The speed at which blood gushed through his veins was exactly the same as mine; generating the same euphoria and exultation; as mine did every midnight, The habits which he executed were exactly the same as mine; with his penchant for staring relentlessly into azure bits of sky; as poignant as mine, Even the texture of his palm were exactly the same as mine; with innumerable bifurcations and handsome forks replicating my hand in astonishing similarity, Infact we were born the same second on this earth as identical twins; with 99% of the people having difficulties recognizing us scattered in the crowd, And yet today he was the President who ruled the entire nation on his fingertips; while I was an abysmally impoverished beggar screaming discordantly on the shivering streets for alms; because of the simple reason that we were similar to each other in every respect from big head to tiny toe; but inevitably had DIFFERENT DESTINIES…

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KEEP ME SATISFIED If you starved me to unprecedented limits; then I would inadvertently attempt to pilfer morsels of food from my neighbor's plate, If you kept scorched me beyond the point of no control; then I would poke out my tongue unknowingly in the mayor's tap; which was leaking water, If you created me as black as charcoal; with disdainful boils of infection creeping on every inch of my skin; then I would stretch my palms ominously; in an attempt to snatch fair flesh from the princess, If you made me squint eyed; then I would stare unrelentingly at all plebeians passing; with fantasies revolving rampantly in my mind to grab their eyes, If you threw me on the street naked in the freezing cold; then I would run helter-skelter in desperation to steal every business tycoon's clothes, If you crippled me in an accident; rendering me to spend the remainder of my life on a dilapidated wheelchair; then I would greedily slaver in my tongue; the instants I saw robust complexioned legs marching towards victory, If you caused me to stammer; stuttering at virtually every word that diffused from my mouth; then I would be engulfed by hideous thoughts of switching my tongue with a professional singer; all day, If you made me stone deaf; with the most tumultuous of volcano's failing to make any impact on my sleep; then I would try and hamper every single individual from opening his mouth, If you made me mentally retarded; with my brain not even being able to distinguish between a dog and a man; then I would pelt stones at every car I encountered; smashing the windshield glass into infinite pieces, If you forced me to sleep on a bed of hostile thorns; then I would stealthily enter the King's palace; to take away his golden pillow, If you made me walk barefoot on a road strewn with abhorrent filth and dirt; then I would steal every shoe loitering aimlessly outside the temple; to protect my bleeding toes, If you inundated my nose with a fetid stench of blood the entire day; then I would ruthlessly chop every rose from the soil; to appease my senses with its 84

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enamoring scent, If you deprived me of education; leaving me to bear the taunts of the acrimonious society; then I would resort to illegitimate means of earning money; simply to show the world that they were wrong; silencing their mouths forever, If you orphaned me in my childhood; never giving me the comfort of nestling in my mothers arms; then I would become a prey to bad habits; with nobody to prudently guide me and illuminate the path of my life, If you didn’t give me space to dig the grave of my cherished ones; then I would extricate the coffin of the pretentious priest; to bury my uncle instead, If you didn’t let me consolidate a single of my dreams; then I would philander without any purpose; simply being a nuisance to the society, If you didn’t give me a right to live; blissfully exist on this earth lost in the world of my passionate fantasy; then I would fight valiantly for my existence; to enjoy the source of my moist breath trickle down my nostrils, If you uncouthly snatched away my beloved from my life; leaving me deserted with lifeless tears of blood dribbling down my cheek; then I would go mentally insane; perhaps assassinate everyone whom I came in proximity; before meeting my own end, Therefore O! lord; this is my humble plea to you; for today and for several more years of my life to unveil; bless me with whatever I want so that I can lead life helping other humans; or let me instead pray to you to, "KEEP ME SATISFIED"

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YOU WERE MY ONLY HUMAN The whole world is a swirling ocean; while you were my comforting shore, The whole world is the hostile island of sun; while you were my brilliant rays, The whole world is an uncivilized jungle; while you were my majestically roaring lion, The whole world is a treacherous mountain; while you were my towering peak, The whole world is a colossal patch of barren sky; while you were my rain bearing cloud, The whole world is a pugnacious battlefield; while you were my cherished victory, The whole world is a garden with wild weeds; while you were my perennialy blossoming rose, The whole world is a rampantly spread beehive; while you were my delectable and sweet nectar, The whole world is gargantuan ship; while you were my valiant captain, The whole world is a lifeless body on the verge of dying; while you were my precious and passionate breath, The whole world is volumes of books embedded with boring literature; while you were the line that evolved my creativity, The whole world is an enigmatic puzzle; while you were my 100% solution, The whole world is a river of gloomy tears; while you were my everlasting smile, The whole world is perpetually blind; while you were my mesmerizing vision, The whole world is a violent abuse; while you were my stupendously enchanting song, The whole world is an arid desert; while you were my sweet spring of bubbling water, The whole world is licentious desire; while you were my sacrosanct mosque, The whole world is crisp notes of pretentious currency; while you were my 86

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checkbook, The whole world is a cannibalistic vulture; while you were my royal and princely feather, The whole world is a stubborn lock; while you were my dainty and intricate key, The whole world is a devastating infection; while you were my immortal source of potent medication, And the whole world is a blood sucking leech; while you were my only human…

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THE MIDAS TOUCH WHEN I WANT IT the most, I feel the most deprived. When I like it the most, It just fades into oblivion. When I feel it the most, It stabs me like thousand burnt needles. When I dig deep for treasure, It buries itself to unsurpassable heights. When I stare into space, It shoots missiles of polluted dust. When I eat scarlet apple pies, They turn into pieces of hard stone. When I drive my dream Mitsubishi, The twin rubber brakes snap into two. When I sit on a racehorse, It kicks like a donkey kissed with cigarette but. When I plunge into still water, An outburst of icy waves drown me down. When I climb seemingly harmless barbed wire, It spits electric sparks of bare current. When I flex my voice for impression, It blurts out discordant notes of music. When I sip volumes of frosty milk, It turns to fermented yellow sour cream. When I run with the wind, Showers of rain and chill, come pouring down. When I kneel down on the satiny mattress, Fluffs of cotton leak out in frenzy. 88

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When I hand glide into deep valleys, A barricade of sharp rock, causes me to nose dive. When I sail in a luxury liner, Water floods into cabin compartments. When I try gesticulating for help, My hands get trapped with spasmodic paralysis. And when finally I feel like sobbing hysterically, Arrays of tear ducts get blocked. That’s what I call folks, The one and only my kind of Midas Touch…

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BIRD'S EYE VIEW PURE BLOOD CIRCULATING froze midway in my veins, My heart throbbed 10 beats faster, Dormant regions of ecstasy catapulted to dizzy heights, And I moaned rhythmically in sheer disbelief.

Palatial mansions appeared as jewelry boxes, stone towers I sighted as lead tipped pencil, steel bridges with tied rope looked as tapered candy, the golden clock building resembled toy watches kept on showroom mantelpiece, a string of snow clad mountains looked like inverted coffee mugs coated with crushed sugar, the mighty blue ocean was visible as a tiny patch of pond water, silver sands of the desert were projected as a few acres of unploughed farm land, broad streets of the city struck my view as a bunch of crisscrossed matchsticks, sprawling kilometers of lush green grass was what I could describe as a tiny patch of kitchen garden, gigantic tall pine trees duplicated podded plants with fresh shoot of leaves, slender nosed cars replicated prototype models kept open for sale, infinitely elongated stretches of cable wire resembled thin strands of human hair, colossal mass of thunder clouds was stunningly close, the fire ball of sun seemed a few feet above my head, passing jet crafts whizzed past at arm lengths from my body, As I stared down in dumbfounded delight, open mouthed consternation, from the hundredth floor of the Empire State Building.

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BOMB BLAST THE KIDS SOMERSAULTED on the carpet green grass, digging holes in fresh mud with plastic spade, Whirling flying saucers that went whizzing past the blueberry tree, Yelling at full capacity of lung whilst playing games of red Indian. The housewife bustled through interiors of the kitchen, Singing favorite notes of Egyptian music, Chopping pieces of meat with immaculate ease, Dispatching rotten eggs to safe enclosures of the dustbin, Preparing appetizing meals of corn with slices of cold meat. He had reason to be a proud man, Years of strife before he climbed the ladders of success, Now bestowed with a blissful little family, He paced through corridors of the large balcony with the newly born child in his arms. All seemed to be going well, He seemed to have struck a balance between work and perennial fortune, Before he attended the shrill ringing of the punch button telephone, A hoarse voice croaked, then burst into guffaws of laughter, Informing him of death fast approaching, As several bombs were activated in the red sedan, Which now sped out of the driveway, carrying his twin children and wife. He ran like never before, screamed at the top of his nerve wrecked voice, Tall legs transporting him outside in flash seconds of time, But for once destiny had played a cruel joke, There occurred an earth shattering explosion, Amber balls of fire emanated with smoke, Pieces of car seat plummeted high in the sky, The car spun several revolutions before settling on the ground, 91

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BEAUTY IN PURE CANDLELIGHT A HARD BLACK thread projected few inches, from the slender body of green complexioned wax, standing tall and handsome in hollow cavities of curved metal, firmly riveted to base in a pool of solidified liquid, swaying mildly in the stormy wind, blowing with full tenacity from the partially opened window crack, oozing molten tears every passing second, as amber flames licked its soft periphery, diminishing in stature as time zipped in the wall clock, beautifying the murky dull persona of the winter night, providing paltry amounts of warm waves, reinforcing frozen pores of skin with temperate heat, the black wick thread now burnt in full light, flooding the pitch dark room with galleries of pure candlelight.

I loved her as much as I feared to die, she was all that life could ever offer me, her laugh was as fresh as the new petals blossoming at dawn, her body sparkled as the dewdrops born from the sweating grass, Alas! she was no more inhabiting this room, a tragic accident had snatched her far away from realms of this earth, her enchanting whispers still flooded my eardrum, I could envisage her fascinating smile all day, her petite footsteps echoed in my dreams, she now existed purely in my memories, and looked more blissful than ever in the glowing flames of my light green candle stick.

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PEACEFUL FRIEND A DOG IS an animal of peace and love, He is adolescent and tough. He has his ears cocked high up in the air, His feet are locked in mystery's grace, He disappears around without a trace. His indignant eyeballs are lovely brown, Which depict the splendor of his hometown. His body is well muscled, his cheeks jutting out, as he prepares himself for the final bout. His silky whiskers are well pruned and sturdy, They can withstand the inevitable heat of summer, They get geared up for a lot to come. He has teeth as sharp as a mouse, He has this uncanny ability to find himself a fulfilling spouse. He has his tail endowed to him by nature, Which shakes and wags vociferously at instant of joy, But shrinks in fear at sights of a wicked boy. His square and robust head ultimates to express itself, His stomach hungry to human grace.

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THE OBLIVIOUS DESERT THE BROWN CRUSTY surface of the desert soil, Can always be ploughed by hard turmoil. There is an outburst of an hurricane, That invades the privacy of the old dame. The sky is clouded with thick dark clouds, Pelting drops of thunder rain cover the ground. The farmer works, the bull cries loud, For all they want is a rain yielding cloud. The desert's shrub though green in color, Will attract scores of rain yet to come, For mere fulfillment of the empty drum.

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THE UNITED FAMILY WATER LEVELS HAD dramatically receded, The liquid had ceased to a mere trickle ceasing to flow, The blistering sun staring like a devil upon the placid stream, Truncating the persona of the jungle river to rivulets containing paltry water.

A crow hovering at low levels in the sky had a brilliant brainwave, He released a cluster of tiny pebbles from his drooping beak, Was instantly gratified at the inconsequential increase in the level of water. The fur coated squirrel collected raw biscuit and nuts, Fed the same in the river; noting it swell by meager fractions. The serrated skin alligator; accumulated massive slabs of stone in its jaw, Deposited them diligently blending with the earlier debris coagulated inside. The wild striped zebra carried quantum loads of sand on its back, Lowered the same in sparse assemblage of water slithering on the earth. The long nosed elephant stashed a plethora of twigs and rustic foliage in its trunk, Unleashing them in the river; witnessing its waters rise stealthily. The century old tortoise bore thin crumbs of bread on 96

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The animals selflessly sacrificed their proud possessions, With even the red ants, spiders, and snakes devoting their perpetual best.

And aftermath's of the sweat they shed were simply stupendous, The stingy persona of river now displayed a fresh look, Barren regions of land were inundated with surplus water, The level of liquid was far more than at the threadbare beginning, There was also an obstreperous chorus of voices which flooded the air, Emanating from the throats of animals; now bathing in their self made river as a united family.

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FANTASY MEAL FLESHY PULP OF juicy melon, fresh green skin of elongated banana, scarlet red complexion of sweet apple, hard olive skull of coastal coconut, oblong globules of violet grape fruit, sliced chunks of peeled orange, tetra walled legs of salted cucumber, chopped pieces of marinated garlic, reddish brown roots of unripened radish, roasted body of sweet potato, thick curry of churned tomato, tender beanstalks of ladies finger, pungent seedlings of green chili, appetizing kernels of rusty walnut, darkish yellow insides of hybrid mango, cascading protein yolk from egg shell, hollow ringed circles of sliced pineapple, purplish bulge of heart shaped brinjal, jointed sticks of sugarcane fiber, miniscule pieces of chopped lemon, an exact kilogram of green peas, abundant supply of crimson plums, all this blended with molten sugar, with macro toppings of cheddar cheese, stirred vigorously to edible proportions, with wooden battens coated with mustard incense, served royally on ornamental steel, creating ravishing sensations in salivary buds, eaten with a shining silver spoon, remains the most fantasized meal, for decades and times immemorial……

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FISHING IN MOONLIT JUNGLE WILD BERRIES FELL down from the peach tree, wide spanned eagles glided harmlessly across the moon, menacing owl eyes stared fiendishly downward, bushy squirrels clambered the rock with bustling fervor, olive green grasshoppers swished their tentacles, stinging red ants dug small burrows in wet mud, colored magpie birds sang a perfect sonnet, lethal alligators swam clumsily through the neighboring water, sly foxes galloped at rollicking speeds, the princely lion lurked stealthily in search of rich prey, huge brown spiders spun their webs in animation, century old tortoise trampled the outgrowths with its newly born offspring, mega sized mouse families ran past dungeons buried deep in the ground. I perched myself on the slippery mud bank of the jungle river, Levering long fishing rods in the tranquil water, Scooping out frequently, a cluster of small sized fish, As the stars glittered in the open blue sky, Crystal ball of the moon luminated large above my head, Rudimentary scent of earth tickled my nostril, Mesmerizing tunes of the peacock drifted in hollow eardrum, The stillness of water pierced unexplored zones in my heart, I then lit a crackling fire of quality wood and dead leaf, Roasted the silver fish in amber flames leaping high, Slept like an innocent angel all summer night, Relishing tender bones of my personally prepared appetizing fish.

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TELL ME WHY ??? TELL ME WHY do we sneeze saliva, Walk fast when young with life? Tell me why do we ooze scarlet blood, Laugh inevitably when tickled with hand? Tell me why do we desire mineral water, Shiver with goose bumps in bitter winter cold? Tell why does tongue oscillate in mouth chamber, Pools of desperation get formed in the bones? Tell me why is hair black, lips luscious red, People round the world crazy for dollar note? Tell me why are grass blades parrot green, Cloud mass hindered by skyscrapers in street? Tell me why is bread coated with peanut butter, Cow slaughtered in abattoirs for beef? Tell me why do rich sip black cocktail drink, Unclothed urchins breathe in dilapidated garbage? Tell me why are curved shells on sand beaches, Innocent heads get beheaded in car crash? Tell me why do we perceive stabs of pain, Fall deep in sleep at the onset of night? Tell me why do we transit from youth to old, Collapse in a heap when hungry for food? Tell me why does heart throb fast, There is a purpose in life when we love? Tell me why did god create man, Only to snatch him away from realms of earth?

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TRULY PROFESSIONAL THERE LAY A gigantic boulder sprawled in the middle of the street, draped with an abraded finish of sparkling steel gray, punctured at infinite spots of its body with a host of serration's, left solitary on the road without traces of established identity. A carpenter passing by thought of chiseling it to fine pieces, with incessant strokes of his tapered hostile saw. The gardener mused on embossing it with wild cactus, entangling it with a plethora of thorny shrub and brilliant rose. The sharp witted pilot envisaged its appearance with wings, applauded himself for figuring out the supreme innovation. The watchmaker felt like studding it with a jugglery of slender needle, reinforcing its base with innocuous amounts of clockwork machinery. The palmist had an impulse of engraving it with fine lines, reading aloud chivalrously the waves of destiny hovering around its persona. ’ The chef of the hotel had a strong stare at it, decided to lambaste it into dainty slices of fresh salad. The archaeologist seemed to be reeling in waves of euphoric delight, commenced to jot down notes regarding the very source of its existence. 101

The police on the street viewed it with gruesome disdain, as it obliterated their visions of the flowing traffic. Groups of lovers paid handsome tributes, assuming it to be an sacrificial altar, inscribing their names with white sticks of chalk, red blood, sketching their hearts with slanting arrows ripping through the core. The writers pen filled sheets of virgin paper with innumerable lines, portraying the glory of the inanimate object to all. The most professional of them all was a hungrily starved beggar, he didn't waste a minute pondering on the stone, instead constructed his dwelling on the island of amalgamated rock, slept all night in unperturbed tranquil, within the rustic interiors of his rock stone house.

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A TRIBUTE TO THE HOME SOIL THERE WAS HEAVY consternation in the atmosphere, we hadn't slept all ruthless night, the floor marble was biting cold with accumulation of winter dew, roof plaster was on the point of immediate collapse, there was an obnoxious stench of vegetable food, the wall had several crevices, in which resided venomous snake, dark waters lurked in colossal interiors of adjacent well, the birds had forgotten to chirp their mystical rhyme, trapped we were in domains of solitude, in slipshod ambience of primitive hut, hands tied in rusty iron shackles, feet wound tight in brutal cold chain metal, mouths stuffed with fluffs of unprocessed cotton, tears rolling down our mud painted cheek, highlighting streaks of fair skin, within wax coated molecules of dirt. water seemed a remote possibility, with meager loafs of bread offered at dispersed intervals of time, the enemy camp made us prisoner, held us captive for massacring their men, with our body fortresses, in which flowed blood of true patriotism, there was no sunshine filtering through, our bodies lay limp, gasps for breath had receded down, we knew we were on the verge of extinction, as we saluted the flag in unison, took a pinch of soil in clasped hands, left for long journeys to heaven, drowned in the fragrance of our home soil……

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ENTERING THE NEW MILLENNIUM HIGH PULSATING MUSIC in country discotheque, youngsters moving to vibrant beats of sound, streets decorated with piercing sodium light, shops flooded with surplus discounts, array of cars crowding main streets, rough shod bikes vomiting clouds of smoke, mega sized parachutes sailing in sky, televisions displaying a host of programs, government firms closed for the day, cable cars conveying loads of passengers, to freezing precipices of snow clad alps, bottled champagne flowing in garden parties, explosive dynamite burnt on streets, producing cascade of descending fireworks, cinemas screening titanic full to capacity, animals released from personal bondage, scintillating ship cruise of pacific ocean, incessant ringing of church bells, athletic sprints in all world existing, uniformed police having a nightmarish time, high rise structures a festival of lights, giant clock towers flashing left over time, breathless crowds visualizing freedom, from countless sins of past century, with all existing youth on bustling streets, and the old glued to coverage to be telecast live, billions anticipated the change of century, the first sun rays of the brand new millenium….

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HUMAN EMOTIONS I SWOONED, COLLAPSING on the ground like a pack of plastic cards, after viewing ghastly images of Dracula on the silver screen. I burst into fits of laughter, somersaulted wildly with my intestines aching, as the talented comedian coated his face with slimy egg yolk. I sobbed in unrelenting hysteria when one of kin left for heavenly abode, envisaged the dismal life to be led, bereft of his captivating presence. I contorted my face in creases of unbearable agony, as an army of red ant stung supple arenas of my skin. I danced tenaciously with mounting spurts of exuberance, after clearing rigorous impediments of the final examination. I uttered syllables at unprecedented speeds, with my tongue swishing against dark cavities of teeth, when quizzed by the police for my catalogue of misdeeds. I rapidly exhaled trapped air in my lungs, as I clambered up the terrain in a bid to reach the ultimate pinnacle. I blushed an austere amount of scarlet crimson, when caught red handed stealing warm blood apples from the tree. I riveted my gaze towards amber streaks of the distant horizon, stared in mute silence as the sun finally sank behind towering peaks of the mountain.

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I slept in a tranquil bliss spinning romantic webs in dreamy sedation, after assiduous amounts of labor executed in the steaming sun. I felt relieved of Herculean strings laden with tension, after gliding through Luke warm waters of the sparkling pool. I felt uncensored avenues of my heart throb at rollicking pace, as the person i desired waded slowly past my groping vision. I felt thoroughly gratified with existing vagaries of life, if I was fed with abundant morsels of food in the day, impregnated with gallons of mineral water divested of bacteria, given a mattress of pure spongy grass to sleep, admiring the exotic pattern of stars all throughout the vigils of sultry night…..

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I PICTURED MY ANCESTOR I PICTURED MY ancestor draped in long flannel cloth, with thick rimmed glasses caressing his nose, sturdy stick with curved knight handle leaning across his leg, a pair of compact denture riveted to his jaw, historical time piece wound loose on his wrist, plain soles of rich canvas adorning his feet, partial stubs of grizzly beard gaining thorough prominence, angularly crafted slender nose breeding amidst steel Grey eyes, a bunch of faded parchment stashed in his waist coat pocket, silken fingers with tiny nail, bereft of shining jewels, short neck embedded well within shoulder sockets, a charismatic glow captivating millions of youth in its reflection.

I pictured him sweating like a bull in his days of strength, pedaling through remote corners of the town, wrestling with pure professionals in the boxing ring, earning life bestowing fodder for his army of children, swimming past stormy channels of overwhelming hardship, he had lived all life like an unconquered dictator, never yielding an inch from territories of righteousness, blaming none other than himself for his balance of misdeed, with the feather tipped pen lying close to his heart, and his rocking chair swaying violently still decades after, he left for his heavenly abode; O! yes I had a proud premonitions of whom I was a descendant, as I tried even harder to picture my ancestor…..

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BATTING PRODIGY HE HAS MORE centuries than his age, more international runs than one could imagine, can execute every definable shot to perfection, with the straight drive being his favorite, has hawk eyes sighting 3 ounce leather, in daylight, and flickering rays of light pole, dispatching it with utmost ease and brute power, to deep corners of mammoth sized grounds. has broken records of all denomination, prefers to carry the heaviest willow, pads, gloves, starched white flannels, crash helmet the only make up, along with spiked shoes, flexible wrist band, hoisting rising balls for long journeys over jute ropes, belting terror pace to metal signboards of the fence, taking evasive action against tantalizing spin magic, smothering opposition anger with solid batting prowess, darting like a race car between wickets, covering the 22 yard pitch with panting breath, carrying tons of courage and unrelenting desire to succeed, with an everlasting hunger for runs, and an insatiable desire to succeed on all tracks, in chilly cold, and pelting rain, walking to a thunderous applause in every nation, endorsing advertisements like a film star, bearing a thick shock of curly hair, gifted short stature and brain, demonstrating sheer class of a sport warrior, felicitated revolving trophies of ultimate prestige, hailing from a literary family of Bombay, compared to legendary Sir Donald, an absolute nightmare for opposition bowlers, a devastating hurricane when at his best, a person of humble simplicity, a true stalwart of Indian soil, with millions of fan following his on field fortunes, all ways taking guard on the third stump, is Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. 108

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STAGES OF A DAY YOGIC EXERCISE WITH heavy breathing, drenching of self with tepid water, chanting of prayers in murky light, complete visualization of tasks performed, cup of frosty scalding tea at dawn, sizzling breakfast at peak of sunrise, a glass of crushed carrot juice, with few milligrams of vitamin extract, followed by a game of long tennis in evergreen lawns, fast rides in bullet proof sports car, zipping across snowy landscapes at inches from ground, few hours of concentrated work at office, pure vegetable meal at noontime, packed warm in hi tech aluminum foil, succeeded by perpetual sound doze, on cushioned chair overlooking a stream, attentive discourse evening sessions, equally speedy return to place of dwelling, a game of chess with multi-chipped computer, wiping of sweat with moist cologne tissue, a ravishing night meal of mixed steak and red wine, few hours watching television, followed by rigorous walk in lush green grass, accompanied by solving crossword puzzles, and a thunderous collapse on the foam mattress, with all energy converted to loud snores, is how I would like to live a single day.

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MIRACLE WARMTH

VORACIOUS WINDS CAUSED waves to crash against the mighty rock, deafening sounds emanated as boulders tumbled down the mountain, cacophonic tunes echoed as fat fingers compressed horn socket, golden sunlight prompted sapphire stones to radiate light, switchblade knife ripped through rich balls of cushioned foam, electric grinders churned fruit pulp to sweetened juice, rubber beds sunk deep as i collapsed for the night, dry laden air had coats of moisture as light showers cascaded down, white puffs of clouds surged forward, with momentum imparted by passing aircraft. peacock feathers went majestically berserk, as signs of thunder skyrocketed in the cosmos. humming bees buzzed with feverish activity, oozed honey from catacombed pores of their body. lush green grass blades cropped at barren regions of landscape, after mere sprinkling of dried goat manure. stream velocity rose with sporadic ease, as crisp currents of water, confronted drifting logwood. bicycle wheels galloped through undulating landscape, at increasing pressure generated by foot sole. I dug deep tunnels in sand lagoons, suspended my flesh in molten earth, to experience brief intervals of compassionate warmth.

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AN ENCOUNTER WITH A MOSQUITO IT RAN MILES further as I chased it, faded from vision like a captivating mirage. It escaped from my tightly curled fist, survived the injury, changed its place of habitation. It buzzed incessantly in vicinity of my bare eardrum, was quiet as an angel when i scratched my flesh raw in anger. It multiplied in numbers in stagnant pools of water, hissed discordant rhymes of exasperating music. It perched on stale fruit, squashed remains of brown chocolate, injected its venom in edible items of uncooked food. It flew at small heights from the ground, eluded clouds of smoke leaking from modern repellant coils. It was a carrier of deadly infections, stung soft flesh rich and pure with youthful blood. It prompted patches of allergy to spread on skin, was resistant to the strongest of medicinal balm. It had caused me many a torturous night, wrecked me of tranquil sleep from woolen delights of my cozy quilt. It had surpassed all my imagination to render it lifeless, had escaped my clutches on infinite occasions of time. In the end I chalked a plan of action, of being bitten, rather than spending a lifetime, chasing the athletic mosquito in vast space of suspended air.

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CHOCOLATE BROWN PLUM TREE IT OFFERED SILKEN webs of passionate wind, blessed countless people with tarpaulin covers of cool shade, stood like a formidable fortress against acrimonious rays of summer heat, shielded the animate from torrential showers of rain, served as a greenhouse for passengers dreary from incessant travel, glistened majestically with sparkling droplets of dew at the onset of dawn, trembled like a maniac in tumultuous outbursts of breeze, sobbed with inert emotions when struck by live currents of electricity, blossomed like a fairy god mother in the mystical ambience of spring, resembled a ghost; stripped of cloth in the incongruous environs of autumn, catering to a plethora of wild insect, with an army of smoke Grey squirrel slithering down all day, migratory birds nestling in harmony with its hollow belly, venomous snakes curled tightly in dense regions of its wild armory, unrelenting hurricanes prompting it to crouch and stoop, it bore bountiful fruit of olive green plum, bathed few months in a calendar year with natural water from the sky, giving regular births to parrot green buds of striped leaf, inhabiting virtually all corners of the globe sprawled with fertile soil, spreading its roots deep within unexplored regions of the ground, with white milk oozing out when sliced with dexterous strokes of jackknife, I simply had loads of reverence for the chocolate brown plum tree, saluted its persona with flowing tributes and heaps of adulation. 112

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Strolling masses of human looked like huge monsters, midget sized dustbin appeared as a tank containing Grey boulders, olive green fruit of banana struck my view as hanging bridges, round mass of watermelon was visible as the flaming sun with coats of green, coins of sliver struck my view as small islands of paradise, fast moving cars I sighted as towering ships sailing on dry land, perfume bottles on the shelf resembled transparent drums containing puffs of white clouds, hotel swimming pool appeared as the palatial waters of Atlantic ocean, heaps of stray sand lying duplicated vast expanse of Appalachian mountain, leaded sticks of match were what i could describe as short poles with Grey light, conical flasks of water flooded my vision as sizeable area of washing tank, minuscule briquette's of coal seemed like big specimens of crystal rock, leather bound volumes of book looked like brick walls of white, colored tablets of soap replicated plush beds to lie on, steps of the spiral staircase loomed large like steep precipices, ornate idols of god emulated frozen giants with divine grace, the flaming sun appeared the largest of them all, with the silken complexioned moon a shade compressed in size, the earth seemed a magnified place to live in, with the only solace being my twin brother, who was born a few seconds beside me in the body of a mouse, we were privileged enough to visualize and see, 113

applauded ourselves for the same rubbing our slimy noses in unison, what humans had perspired for decades to encounter, scientists had racked minute corners of their brain without avail, we could now clearly admire through our eyes as newly born baby rats.

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SWEET WATER COCONUT THE SUN BLAZES in full radiance, the mercury soars to kingly proportions, as sheets of dust blow in turbulence, the parched tarmac bellows hysterically, trees shriek in disbelief, vulcanized rubber groans in despair, as the sandstorm vocalizes its arrival. Every eyeball gets averted, to the green tripod of cool water, stacked in gay abundance on thick jute sacks, hailing from tall timber with slender branches, deriving its nutrition from the pure wet sand, christening it as the darling of all lands. Colossal crowds flock the asphalt, drifted by thirst and scorched excitement, with sweaty palms, icy bandannas, awaiting encounter with the hard green shell, fingers clinging currency notes, the queue shifts at a meandering pace, as I finally get my chance, to savor the natural taste in a coconut.

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SUNDAY IT CAME AFTER 6 days of grueling work, 6 days of assiduous effort under the scorching ball of sun, 6 days of unrelenting tasks executed at electric pace, 6 days of insufficient meals blended with stingy amounts of obnoxious coffee, 6 days of absolution from amicable domains of family, 6 days of sedulous expeditions in packed to capacity commuter trains, 6 days of deprivation from a ravishing game of long tennis, 6 days of obliteration from revitalizing spray of the ocean, 6 days of conscious efforts to wear feckless and spurious smiles, 6 days of wandering in a claustrophobic ambience of lackluster paper, 6 days of monotonous salute to the disillusioning supremo, 6 days of dedicated projects; with eyes incorrigibly glued to the computer, 6 days of incessant perspiration dribbling down crisp shirt, 6 days of onerous struggle to compete with intellectuals, 6 days of nostalgia for peace; weighing heavily on mind, 6 days of obstreperous noise piercing through soft ear, 6 days of aching feet; with spasmodically restless back, 6 days of impatient sigh's and a perpetual longing for melodious sleep. The seventh day finally did arrive, I drew back multiple blinds in my apartment house , to let sizzling rays of dawn fumigate my persona, slept late in the morning; oblivious to hassles of mundane work, consumed barrels of enticing beer; nibbling fresh nut on the silver sands of the beach, languidly strolled a few miles with the pungent spray of the water, stimulating my dreary eyes; as i candidly prayed to the 116

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creator, to bless me and my family with bountiful more Sunday's.

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WHISKY COMPLEXIONED HAIR WIG I WAS BORN with a thick shock of curly hair, silky strands of light brown cascading down my scalp, broad outlines of eyebrow fringe, they were my pride, cuddled on infinite occasions by my mother, glistening in sunshine like pure black shoe polish paint, caressing minute regions of my skull in breeze blowing with high velocity, mingling once in a while with the delicate periphery of my inverted eyelash, sighted as a puffed bunch of dark cushion by all in close proximity, I always kept my hair shampooed and meticulously clean, sobbed hysterically in private interiors of my room, when a cluster of school mates harmlessly plucked a few, I was obsessed with the concept of evergreen hair growth, slept all night with tight fitted shower cap clinging to my garden of hair. Those whirlwind days of youth had now faded, unwanted vigils of old age had crept in at amazing speeds, bald patches of skin now sparkled in sunlight, resembled rich quality pure wax in pearly light of the moon, the hair which once inhabited my scalp, now lay dumped, perhaps under stagnant waters of the city sewer, repetitive attempts of washing, scrubbing, oiling, applying medicinal balm had proven futile, I had finally succumbed to the tyranny of fate, nevertheless I still had fluffy fibers of ant red hair, which neither budged nor moved an inch, projecting pompously from the artificial plastic of my whisky complexioned wig…

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THE INDIAN COW WHITE SKIN FOLDS hanging loosely, curved tusks of ivory jutting from skull, large ear flaps providing drafts of air, scaring away hoards of flies, big eyeballs shining in car light, nasal apertures covered with secreted slime, long tail attached to a fringe of hair, projecting from recesses of fleshy hind-side, hunched back resulting in slow walking pace, black hooves stuck to leg cartilage, working incessantly in undulating hot soil, absorbing crisp rays of midday sun, with metal liners fixed to its leg, irrespective of age, time, health, giving liters of milk in a single day, squeezed out deftly from suspended teats, living on mere grass, a pure herbivorous disposition, sometimes sighted consuming sewage and paper, eaten as tasty beef meat in some nations, considered as sacrosanct on Indian soil, given the status of milk yielding mother, grazing quietly on grasslands of fertility, with occasional baths in monsoon rain-ponds, the Indian cow sure commands loads of respect.

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DREAM HOUSE HEAVY METAL IRON welded to varnished wood, burglar proof alarm installed to circular bell, solid teak doors with automatic fasteners, windows composed of shatter proof glass, remote controlled maneuvering of gate entrance, uniformed guards at several check-posts, car driveway filled with thick gravel coats, glass facaded greenhouse for manufacture of corn, majestic pillar supporting ceiling plaster, nurseries full of blooming flowers, giant elevations of television screen, crystal blue waters of swimming pool, majestic masonry consisting of bare brick, dark photochromatic rooms, artistic studios, furniture pieces of polished mahogany wood, t.v. monitors displaying round the clock guests, sprawling neem trees with evergreen foliage, shielding two storied structure from hazardous light, tall stone walls encapsulating periphery, luxurious bedrooms overlooking coastal waves, crashing fiercely on black rock, hoards of birds chirping in fading light, impregnable barbed wire spitting electric shock, galvanized iron gates sliding at entrance, whispering denial to irate trespassers, with the first rays of sunlight lighting my face, is the house I would like to posses, the house of my dreams….

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAY GOD BESTOW upon you bountiful riches, Bless you with all that is benevolent, Reinforce your life with surplus number of living years, Exempt you from all misdeeds you inadvertently committed, Eradicate traces of hysterical agony from your heart, Transform the bleary caricature of your face into one with sacrosanct smiles, Freeze the tears which ooze profusely from your magical eyes, Safeguard you against deathly mishaps and obnoxious falls, Fill your belly with sumptuous food every unleashing minute of the day, Quenching your thirst with immaculate water from volatile springs, Clear evil mists obscuring your belligerent demeanor, Evacuate the pointed thorns adhering solidly to your nimble feet, Endow you with exorbitant charisma; infectiously drawing flocks of people, Drive away forever; the vindictive ready to strangulate you, Place you in an ostentatious palace flowing with philanthropic riches, Revitalize your soul as the sun dazzles bright every dawn, Gift you with the magical prowess of turning threadbare mud into gold, Here's my friend; wishing you and all those born on this day, A very celestially happy and gratifying birthday…

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WHAT IS THE USE What is the use of a mirror that does not reflect pellucid images, fails to portray the true identity of an individual, What is the use of a cow which does not give milk; keeps incessantly munching tones of green grass, What is the use of a concrete road, which is unable to hold traffic; buckles down under the impact of vehicular load, What is the use of a tree which does not bear succulent fruit; refrains to yield satiny shadows in order to cool dreary passengers, What is the use of an aircraft, which stumbles to take off; let apart transport hordes of passengers, What is the use of a pen that fails to write; inundate the spotless demeanor of bonded paper with umpteenth lines of literature, What is the use of robust feet, which are unable to walk; transferring their possessors to their required place of destination, What is the use of articulate fingers, which incorrigibly refuse to draw; hoist the slightest of load from ground, What is the use of a slimy spider web that fails to imprison innocuous insects; snaps into multiple fragments at the tiniest of caress, What is the use of car which refrains to start; stutters every unleashing second when traversing the lanes, What is the use of a black thundercloud, which refrains to rain; sprinkle upon the parched earth bountiful droplets of water, What is the use of a bell, which doesn't produce a shrill sound when rung; lies insipid and limp even when struck voraciously, What is the use of a bird, which doesn’t fly uninhibitedly in the sky; indolently sleeps in its nest on soil, What is the use of teeth, which fail to chew food; grinding it scrupulously to facilitate digestion, What is the use of a river, which does not flow; remains stagnant harboring a plethora of dead weed and dirt, What is the use of the sun in the cosmos which does not shine; holding back 122

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its radiance and scintillating light from fumigating the earth, What is the use of stars which do not twinkle resplendently at night; illuminate the gloomy ambience with rays of exuberant hope, What is the use of eyes, which cannot see; admire the mesmerizing beauty of the globe, What is the use of lips, which don’t smile; effusively express feelings of warmth and congeniality, What is the use of humans which don’t procreate their progeny; fail to imbibe the essence of sharing in their counterpart mates, What is the use of mud sprawled on the ground; unable to bear crop; blowing with the wind to settle in a bedraggled heap, What is the use of sword, which miserably fails in protecting its master; in the end becomes an inevitable cause of his assassination, What is the use of a lock, which opens with the most mundane of key; enabling burglars to pilfer and plunder at their free will, What is the use of a scorpion, which is unable to sting; inject its lethal venom when it matters the most, What is the use of life which is bereft of adventure; the philanthropic spirit to propagate peace, And what is the use of a palpable heart which fails to beat even after witnessing true love; remains confined to realms of stringent sophistication.

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ROCKING CHAIR When I sat on it exerting my full weight; it squealed inaudibly permeating the stillness of atmosphere with feverish cacophony, Nimbly revolving a few centimeters on the polished floor; eventually adjusting disconcertingly to the situation. When I poked it with a conglomerate of pointed needles; it let out silent gasps, The upholstery was now embedded with a plethora of incongruous holes; although I could still spread my legs on it and sit. When I emptied a barrel of fuming acid on it; it got severely butchered and uncouthly ripped apart, The spongy foam now buckled under the slightest of my caress; and people who visited my cabin perceived it as a minor bomb blast. When I tried standing erect on it swirling rampantly to blaring tunes diffusing from the CD systems; it initially complied with my desire, Although after a while I found myself adhering to the opposite wall of the room; as it had inevitably skidded and flung me like a discarded heap. When I incorrigibly refrained to clean it; letting hordes of dust settle on its persona, I had to suffer unrelentingly from sporadic bouts of thunderous coughing; with the minuscule particles entering my nose. When I washed it with freezing water in winter castigating for disobeying my command; it appeared forlorn and meek in the beginning, However when the next day I entered my office; there was a derogatory odor intensely hovering in the air; also I saw a fleet of termite gnawing the soft wood with overwhelming relish. When I endeavored to emboss script on its body; it incessantly rotated and shook; bouncing with gay abundance on its springs, Driving me wild beyond the threshold of definable frustration; and I finally gave up on my persevering effort. When I kicked it in its rear; exerting tumultuous force with my 124

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bohemian feet, It placidly lay down topsy-turvy several paces further; and I had scrupulously make sure whether all parts were intact; before relaxing on it again. When I tried incinerating it; submerging it wholesomely in my left over alcohol; it caught flames which rose high and handsome towards the sky, All that was now left of it was charred ashes; which I consummately used to sprinkle as manure over my plants. But let me tell you folks; I had enjoyed it the most; supremely relished its company for marathon hours on the trot, When I swung it tenaciously to and fro; with my feet languidly sprawled on the table; my eyes partially closed; and my ROCKING CHAIR virtually putting my into a mystical slumber.

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SLAB OF PEANUT BUTTER When I rolled languidly in it; dabbling my feet as incoherently as I could, The entire exterior of my skin acquired a brilliant yellow tinge; with satiny soft crusts of cream adhering to me in sticky unison. When I made a pillow of it and slept; my head completely engulfed within the ravishing aroma of milk, I relished the exorbitant softness; the mesmerizing effect of sponge in proximity with my dreary bones. When I threw molds of it frivolously at my counterparts; splashing the same; exerting insurmountable force of my wrists, They retreated back in utter disbelief trying to digest the incredulous turn of events; but in the end profoundly enjoyed the golden globules cascading slowly down their cheeks. When I applied parsimonious amounts of it to the lackluster wall; smearing the blend with equanimity using my incongruous hands, The dilapidated room suddenly displayed fresh signs of illumination; an enchanting glow now permeated through the web of cloistered darkness. When I rubbed it across my dry lips; vigorously spreading it all over till my fingers ached, My smile now looked all the more accentuated with a rosy sheen; and my moustache radiated an everlasting perpetual glow. When I dropped it inadvertently on the floor; not bothering to put it back in its compact container, The scenario to witness the next morning was stupendously horrendous; as there was a battalion of black ants merrily sleeping; smacking their tentacles in satisfaction. When I dipped my fountain pen in it; making sure that the entire frame remained submerged in for quite sometime, I had tumultuous difficulty while writing script; as my fingers inevitably slipped; and I failed miserably to grasp the pen; let apart embossing literature with it. When I tried dancing in it; slithering my body as freely as the 126

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mystical serpent, I soon changed my visions about holistic life; as I toppled head on towards the ground; buckling under the island of frictionless wax. When I scrubbed my scalp tenaciously with it; instead of using contemporary soap, The aftermath caused my hair to shoot up in straight clusters; it was incorrigibly difficult to retain back their normal shape; and I resembled a lunatic having just landed from planet mars. Although when I scrupulously coated it on my morning bread; roasting the dough over rosewood logs inhabiting the fireplace, My "SLAB OF PEANUT BUTTER" tasted the best; and I devoured mighty chunks to satiate my gluttony; licked every scrap of it adhering to the pellucid bottle.

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HUNCH BACKED CAMEL It bore the acrimonious tyranny of scorching sun round the year; leaving bold footprints in the dust it tread, Traversed incessantly through blistering soil; with sandy winds blowing across its eyes, Ambled languidly in the brilliant day; increasing its pace a trifle at the onset of night, Intermittently munched parrot green tentacles of rustic cactus; immensely relished the dry meal of leaf and thorn, Occasionally rubbed its slender neck against the sandpaper skin of wild tree; raising its eyes toward the almighty residing in heaven, Angrily swished the scanty clusters of hair on its tail; to drive away scores of petulant mosquitoes, Wore a bedraggled rope dangling loose from its neck; a cushioned saddle riveted to its angular sculptured body; Intricate pieces of leather wound to its mouth; to maneuver it through labyrinth of routes, Possessed a firm pair of hooves; which glistened all the more profoundly in the sunbeams and looked mesmerizing under the placid moon, Had a slimy nose with gaping nostrils; which remained wet despite the acrid warmth irrevocably prevailing, Spawned many of its kind; suckling its young ones utterly bereft of a cloistered shade, Walked marathon distances in a single day; unrelentingly stepping on islands of steaming land, Stooped down as much as it could; when confronted with tumultuous whirlpools blowing with full might, Moaned in high pitched exuberance as it sighted a solitary stream; storing the water for months till it found a fresh source, Gallantly fought an army of disdainful crabs; audaciously kicked loose rocks 128

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that came its way, Seldom shed its tears; overwhelmingly inspiring those who feared life to come out of their nonexistent shells, Had a passion to bask under the dazzling sun; thoroughly detested crystal blue patches in the sky being obfuscated by clouds, It had remained as stoical as omnipotent god under the most bizarre of circumstances; refraining to flounder under the pugnacious heat, Was quite glad to adopt the sizzling silver sands as its companion for life; even dreaming about the same while in deep sleep, I offer my humble salutations to this silent warrior; as my "HUNCH BACKED CAMEL" carries me through the colossal expanse of the Sahara desert.

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WHAT'S THERE IN A NAME I knew a guy named "angel"; who as his name suggests should have been as sacrosanct as gods residing in the cosmos, However when one encountered him in pragmatic reality; he looked like an diabolical giant; with unruly strands of hair prominently cascading down his nape. I knew a guy named "Tarzan"; who as his name suggests should have been as strong as the rocks; with a plethora of muscles bulging through his shirt, However when I saw him transgressing across the road; he looked as feeble as the innocuous rabbit; trying to shirk society and retreat as quickly as possible into his den. I knew a girl named "felicity"; who as her name suggested should have been basking in a river of perennial happiness, However when I sat with her for marathon hours on the trot; I realized she was a misfit for her name; as she neither smiled nor moved; incessantly maintaining a face as expressionless as a stone. I knew a guy named "prince"; who as his name suggested should have been embellished in an armory of exquisite diamonds and silver, However when one saw him voraciously scratching his hair; he held a threadbare container of steel to beg; wore scanty rags of paper to drape his shivering silhouette. I knew a girl named "honey"; who as her name suggests should have been as sweet and melodious as the nectar oozing from beehives, However when I sat beside her across the table; she irascibly hurled at me a volley of abashing expletives; burst on me unrelentingly like a pugnacious green chili. I knew a guy named "love"; who as his name suggests should have been with a congenial attitude; amicably propagating the essence of friendship, However when I stumbled upon him suddenly at the discotheque; the first thing 130

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he said was; he wanted to mercilessly kill the girl next door for rejecting his proposal of illicit romance. I knew a girl named "rose"; who as her name suggests should have been as mystical and enchanting as the mesmerizing flower, However it was a fact that people shut their noses as she arrived; as she smelt of deplorable rotten eggs; intransigently spreading her aroma wherever she went. I knew a guy named "crystal"; who as his name suggests should have been as scintillating as the conglomerate of silver mirrors, However when I nudged by him on the street under the dazzling sunlight; I could hardly believe my eyes; as he appeared blacker than the blackest piece of coal existing on this earth. On the other hand I knew a guy named "brownie"; who as his name suggests should have been colored as disdainful mud, However when I saw him addressing a large assemblage of people; I realized that not only was he fair as white ice; but he had the charisma embedded in him which few residing on this globe possess. Therefore folks this is a question I put before you; tell me all of you "WHAT'S THERE IN A NAME"; what's there to even contemplate about a name, When the true beauty; the incorrigible spirit to live; the celestial feeling of benevolence and unbiased love; all lies impregnated in the throbbing heart.

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THERMOMETER When I placed it in my mouth; encircling my tongue all around it completely wetting its periphery, The mercury inside rose meticulously to a holistic degree; perfectly indicating the exact temperature prevailing in my body. When I placed it in boiling water; cooking neatly over dried logs of timberwood, The mercury inside shot at alarming proportions; almost tearing through its fragile body; and as an aftermath wasn’t able to come down to its original position. When I placed it amidst frozen cubes of white ice; making sure that it stood stringently upright, The mercury inside couldn’t muster the slightest of tenacity to rise; it slept in its shell as if had died decades ago. When I placed it in ploughed soil; abreast infinite numbers of freshly sown seeds, The mercury inside nimbly rose a few millimeters; although it vehemently opposed for being subjected to maltreatment. When I placed it in the baking oven; besides the scores of sizzling pancakes, The mercury inside skyrocketed out of its shell; spread all over the pastry in intense indignation. When I placed it in a silken web; with the gallant monster curiously inspecting the scintillating contraption, The mercury inside was partially obscured from sight; it neither rose nor fell; although was a bit circumspect when the spider caressed it with its lips. When It unwittingly slipped from my hands; colliding with a gentle thud on the obdurate ground, The mercury inside pathetically leaked out of the instrument; and I feasted my eyes on its silver complexion blended with a captivating shine. When I placed It in an alligators mouth; sandwiching it scrupulously between 132

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the monsters teeth, The mercury inside seemed as if it simply wasn’t there; it had a died a fearful death even before I had opened the savage jaws of the beast. When I placed under the palms of my beloved; letting her satiny hair cascade over its exteriors, The mercury inside was as enthralled as I was; and it relished the prospect of rising to her perpetual warmth. It was exquisitely sculptured; made of unbreakable glass; and had a handsome bulb of silver shining handsomely under the sunlight, And I made it a point of carrying it everywhere I went; had wholesomely given the task of safeguarding my health; to my robust and crystalline "THERMOMETER".

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TARZAN OF THE JUNGLE He rambunctiously gallivanted through the dense shrubs; swirled at gay abandon on extruding creepers of animate trees, Tenaciously rubbed rotund pieces of flint stone; to incinerate a smokeless fire, Feasted himself on clusters of ripened bananas; a conglomerate of wild apple and succulent fruit, Viciously attacked savage beasts; strangulating the same by mercilessly grabbing their slender necks, Garrulously gulped water from the fresh water springs; stooping as low as he could to submerge his face entirely in the ravishing water, Philandered merrily through cloistered underground caves; basking in the gleam of the glittering gold coins; with his pet rattler wound round his neck, Audaciously crept his hands into venomous spider webs; passionately fondling with its serrated tentacles, Replicated the voices of a host of birds with astoundingly similarity; meticulously deciphering the meaning conveyed therein, Clambered up with nonchalant ease; a cluster of tall trees with the uncanny agility of a mongoose, Didn’t mind ravenous mosquitoes sucking his blood; inviting them chivalrously to bite his skin, Intrepidly battled the hostile crocodile on the marshy swamps; snapping apart its jaws into minuscule fragments, Had a severe abhorrence for alien tourists; marauding his privacy with a fleet of boats and contemporary contrivances, Possessed infinite pairs of bulging muscles; which glistened magnificently under the golden sun, Had incongruous wisps of long hair cascading freely down his back; abnormally large peripheral eyes resembling the moon, Ate sumptuous fish raw; after catching them from fathomless distances 134

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beneath the pellucid stream, Rode bareback throughout the meandering forest; sitting majestically on the back of a striped panther, Could stare unrelentingly at sun for hours; without flinching the slightest portion of his lids, Communicated adroitly with the wildlife circumventing; using a plethora of vibrant insinuations, Had an armory of pearly teeth; which crept up enchantingly from under his luscious lips, Was oblivious to the prevailing time; day and month of the unveiling year; wholesomely relying on the sun and moon to guide his way through, He had been left years ago by his mother; amongst a cluster of savage wolves, Suckled milk from the protuberant teats of his lion mother; sleeping quietly as an angel against her fur coated belly, With a threadbare piece of loin cloth being his sole attire since times immemorial; he was adeptly christened by all as "TARZAN OF THE JUNGLE".

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SHARP SCISSORS I used to cut thick strands of the abysmally long rope; bifurcating it into commensurate halves, Then use the same in hoisting out bulky loads from the sequestered well; fetch water from the river standing on top of the lanky mountain. I used it to adroitly scrape blotches of disdainful mud adhering to my shoe; evacuate the debris from inside the soles, So when I wore my disheveled footwear the next time out; it appeared profoundly scintillating under the fiery body of sun. I used it to scrupulously tear pieces of gaudy cloth into thin strips; vibrantly displaying a host of vivid colors, Then stuck them into my straw brimmed hat; wore a strap of snake leather; to resemble the perfect cowboy. I used to ruthlessly rip apart through pudgy chunks of plush upholstery; brutally extricating the sponge out, In my frantic search for finding the missing jewels; apprehending the scores of nefarious criminals. I used it to poke my beloved in the soft cartilage of her ribs; hovering it in the vicinity of her ear like a petulant mosquito, Only to hear her anguished rebuking; the deliberately cold meals she served me for nocturnal supper. I used it to tenaciously dig the fresh mounds of mud; making a plethora of inconspicuous holes in proximity of the plants, Facilitating their accelerated growth; providing them with augmented space to breathe. I used it to spread the golden smear of butter on my morning bread; coherently applying jam to my succulent fruit, Thereafter Relishing my meal immensely; with sporadic beams of light falling in shimmering pools on my dreary eyes. I used it to frivolously prick inflated balloons; inserting it with meticulous precision in their protuberant body, Tremendously enjoyed the thunderous bang; the monstrous reverberations 136

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that besieged the atmosphere as an inevitable aftermath. I even used it sometimes as a substitute to my pen; dipping it extravagantly in a bottle replete with blue blooded ink, However it floundered to achieve the required proficiency; and it was an apathy to view the mangled lines of literature that I had scribbled on the finely agglutinated paper. But one thing was for sure; and I know all of you would ubiquitously agree with the same, My pair of "SHARP SCISSORS" served me the best when I used it to trim the unruly hair inhabiting my scalp; the deplorable strands of moustache waywardly drooping down my chin, Astoundingly transforming my demeanor from that of a bushy demon; to that of an impeccable god.

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ROTUND BAR OF LIPSTICK When I applied it on my eyes; rubbing it vigorously all around the intricately drooping lids, It looked pretty sensuous with a frivolous aura circumventing my persona; although petulant sensations of itching started after some time had elapsed; and I removed it entirely with a coarse cloth. When I smeared it gently across my scalp; it produced an inevitable tickling vibration all over; The massage was revitalizing and terrific; although scores of people made a travesty of me outside; as my hair had converted from black to shades of effeminate pink. When I dabbed it on the perspicuous surface of mirror; it produced incoherent smudges everywhere, The silhouettes now displayed were considerably voluptuous; although when I tried to sight my reflection in the glass it appeared to be a befuddled blur. When I held it in the path of oncoming beams of stringent sunlight; it emitted out brilliant ramifications, Imparted a prominently scarlet tinge to the golden rays; although it dramatically reduced the tenacity of light, which illuminated the cloistered darkness. When I endeavored to scribble literature with it; the lines I embossed looked like written with pure blood, The mundane sheet of paper suddenly appeared special; although I found it intractably difficult to read the script. When I brushed it harshly against wet soil; inserting its tip fully into the mud, That brought some vibrancy into the nondescript chunk of land; although it created monumental complications; as some pedestrians mistook it to be early insinuations of volcano erupting; and fled instantly for their lives. 138

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When I held it close to my nostrils; substituting it for my antiseptic inhaler, A poignantly ravishing aroma flooded my lungs; although after a few minutes I felt a sneeze about to thunderously emanate from the aperture of my mouth. When I spread it commensurately across my armory of teeth; there were tingling reverberations that initially struck me, With the buds in my tongue liking the sudden change in taste; although when I exposed them to the world while speaking; they shirked away from me in utter abhorrence; perceiving me to be a satanic devil. When I caressed it across my morning bread instead of using conventional butter; the dough looked immensely appetizing, Seeming as if someone had stashed it full of succulent cherry; although when I ate; I felt an insurmountable urge to puke out the same. I must mention though I realized its optimum value after rubbing it on the lips of my beloved; blending it scrupulously with her saliva when she pursed them, She looked like a mesmerizing fairy and it now became inevitable for me to kiss her; savoring the flavor of her delectable lips as well as my "ROTUND BAR OF LIPSTICK".

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BALD I didn’t need shampoo to clean my scalp; instead a glass of tainted water could excellently do the job, On the other hand you required tones of bubbly froth to cleanse your hair; evacuate the petulant granules of dandruff neatly entrapped between your follicles. I didn’t need gleaming hair oil to smear on my head; all I had to do was clap it loudly with my bohemian palms, On the other hand you required swanky ointments; antiseptic creams to keep the conglomerate of your hair well in place. I didn’t need scintillating scissors to use on my scalp; it would appear wholesomely ludicrous even if I held one in close proximity with it, On the other hand you required a plethora of sharp instruments; pairs of intricate razors; in order to occasionally trim the unruly tentacles of your hair. I didn’t need a brush to part my scalp; as it nimbly obliged to my scrubbing it with a dust cloth, On the other hand you required a luxuriously serrated comb; to meticulously entangle the incorrigible knots formed in your long hair. I didn’t need to camouflage my scalp with a taut piece of cloth every time I ventured out; as there was no danger of the wind blowing it away, On the other hand you required to embellish yourself with a grandiloquent cap; a host of flapping sunshades; in order to ensure that the thin wisps of your hair didn’t rip apart with the tenacious breeze, I didn’t need to incessantly browse my hands through my scalp; while attending pompous parties, On the other hand you required to sporadically run your fingers against your cuticles; making sure that they remained stringently aligned. I didn’t need to wash my scalp after bathing in the saline ocean; 140

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instead let it to dry over a natural course of time, On the other hand it was inevitable for you to stand beneath a steaming shower; to annihilate all the poignant salt trapped in your greasy hair. I didn’t need to consume a battalion of salubrious vitamins to make my scalp glisten; simply standing under the blazing sun itself; granted it an enchanting shine, On the other hand you desperately required to procure every tonic available in the market; to impregnate an artificial luster in your lifeless hair. I didn’t need to submerge my scalp into ravishing cologne to get noticed; people profoundly admired the openness of my head wherever I went, On the other hand you used to apply the most enticing of gel on your lackadaisical hair; and yet remained unnoticed. I didn’t need to coat my scalp with black chemicals; intermittently apply a blend of paint and water to keep it in shape, On the other hand you were exorbitantly conscious about the greyness in your hair; painting it with brilliant dye; remained busy all day trying to pluck the insipid strands of white. Therefore it is my earnest prayer to you O! omnipresent creator; to create me without hair for the next 100 births; if I fortunately took birth on this soil as man, For I considered myself infinite times luckier to remain "BALD"; than suffer from the unrelenting tyranny of possessing clusters of bushy hair.

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NEWSPAPER It contained infinite lines of embossed literature; printed with blackest ink one could find, It contained innumerable adages highlighting real life situations; a jugglery of frivolous cartoons, It contained a brief report portraying prevalent weather; an accurate analysis of the total rain, It contained a column incorporating the price of gold and silver; the erratic fluctuations of the stock market, It contained a page for entertainment; indicating the latest releases on silver screen as well as the alluring serials to be telecast on television, It contained an enthusing section on sports; the current positions of teams battling it out sedulously around the globe, It contained critical issues on the world of pragmatic politics; a daily update on the leaders who sculptured the nation, It contained items about wide spread burglaries; a discerning insight into the lives of the crime lords, It contained bountiful sections on fashion and glamour; blatantly revealing the most contemporary trends in the nation, It contained elements of medical science; the astronomical advancements in the field of intricate surgery, It contained condensed biographies of living legends; the revered historians who left an accentuated mark in this world, It contained an amalgamated space for ludicrous jokes; instilling loads of levity in the atmosphere, It contained battalion of advertisements; with newly opened companies endeavoring to lire as big a market as they possibly could, It contained a rectangular space for sacrosanct quotes; a conglomerate of sagacious axioms from the holy bible, It contained flash reports about outbursts of sporadic violence in city; 142

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cautioning all concerned to stay confined to their homes, It contained indispensable information about the intensely afflicted; trying to propagate the message of ecumenical brotherhood and peace, It contained animated pictures of wild animals; a sneak into the mystical life encompassing the dense jungles, It contained a bulk of segments exhibiting local news; the rise and fall of luminaries in the town, It contained all those things which were inevitable to know; in order to prudently survive in this world, And I preferred reading it rather than watching the commercial news; as my "NEWSPAPER" emanated delectably crisp noises as I browsed; also I could even scrutinize it any time of the day if I so desired.

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OPEN MOUTHED YAWN As it occurred there was a pungent moisture that besieged my eyes; engendering them to open a bit wider than usual, As it occurred there seemed to be a dreariness in my bones; an insatiable desire to close of the lights, As it occurred my shoulders seemed to be stooping towards the earth; a wave of indolence circumventing my persona, As it occurred my palms seemed pale; developed a profound abhorrence to hoist the pen and write, As it occurred the gloss on my hair seemed to be pretty lackluster; with the curly strands now settling into a shriveled heap, As it occurred the blood circulating through the network of my veins seemed to slacken its speed; abdicating the exhilaration it had possessed a few hours before, As it occurred the soles of my feet automatically stretched; endeavoring to ease the tumultuous tension stabbing them, As it occurred the atmosphere seemed to be enveloped by a pin drop stillness; with the sound of the nocturnal nightingale drifting clearly in my ears, As it occurred the muscles of my cheek got exorbitantly flexed; exposing the complete armory of my crystalline teeth, As it occurred the bulky portion of my skull suddenly felt ethereal; invisible enigmas of my mind seemed to have instantly terminated, As it occurred I perceived insurmountable tensions of the monotonous day evaporate into thin oblivion; felt a rejuvenated enthusiasm to lead life, As it occurred I felt the beating of my heart get steadier; supreme mollification of the organs that surrounded it, As it occurred I felt a sense of philanthropic forgiveness descend upon my demeanor; the virtue of embracing all in proximity, As it occurred I got engulfed with loads of heavenly contentment; with ravenous desires for food gradually diminishing, As it occurred voices hovering in the air seemed to be getting hazier 144

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by the zipping second; the crisp outlines of the blistering sun now appeared as an indistinct blur, As it occurred I seemed to be turning dramatically nostalgic; reminiscing innocuous memories of my childhood, As it occurred the restless tossing on the bed seemed to be progressively subsiding; the breath wafting from my nostrils felt a trifle heavier, As it occurred I recited the last prayers before ending the day; looked with a wistful sigh towards starry sky, As it occurred I shut my eyes with overwhelming intensity; transited into a deep slumber; brusquely bidding goodbye to my beloved, You must be wondering that the thing so magnanimously portrayed must be nothing less than a palace of gold; well I think this time you're in for a shock; for I am describing nothing else but our very own and perennially lazy; "OPEN MOUTHED YAWN".

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RECTANGULAR BAR OF CHEWING GUM It imparted an incredulously tangy taste to my tongue; embedding its flavor in the remotest corners of my mouth, Made irrefutably sure that I emanated a ravishing aroma all day; without the tyranny of brushing my garden of pointed teeth. It engendered me to produce loads of saliva; spitting it intermittently on concrete pavements, Changed the complexion of my voice from a rustically hoarse and sonorous; to one which was sweet American slang. It served as an excellent alternative to passing time; as I painstakingly rolled it behind my lips, Molding it into a plethora of shapes before eventually gulping it; occasionally protruding some part of it in the outside air. It had the ability to incorrigibly stick to strands of my hair; unceremoniously sticking between the silken follicles, Resisting all attempts to come out when I plucked; with the only option remaining was mercilessly tonsuring my scalp with a barbaric razor. It fomented an incessant flow of tingling sensations in my persona; producing a host of slurping noises as I talked, Impregnated my body with a feeling of perpetual contentment; reigning supreme over all other existing taste. It intractably blended with my intestines when I inadvertently swallowed it; resting peacefully like a parasitic leech, And despite frantic attempts on my part to drive it out; didn’t extrude as I expurgated my bowels. It proved to be an indispensable commodity while in business meetings; easing tumultuous tension from my nerve-racked mind, Helping me divert my attention sporadically; envisage and chalk new policies with loads of innovative precision. It caused me to slip when adhering to the rough floor; losing my balance 146

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awkwardly as I unconsciously tread on, Although I didn’t rebuke or castigate it vehemently; as I found myself lying on the celestial feet of my sweetheart. It impregnated a chirpy aura to my demeanor; making me superficially perceive years beyond my age, And the best thing about it was that it formed a gigantic bubble when I dexterously inflated it; blowing slim draughts of air trapped in my chest, As it snapped with a thunderous bang into multiple fragments; which was all that was now left of my "RECTANGULAR BAR OF CHEWING GUM".

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RESIDUE When I boiled squalid mushroom and glittering diamonds together in a cauldron; placing it above crackling flames of the fire, The residue obtained contained profound traces of radiating yellow; annihilating even the most minuscule trace of the black vegetable. When I boiled fetid sewage along with fragrant petals of crimson rose; above the naked flames of the stove, The residue obtained had no sight of dirt; all It emanated was an omnipotent essence of the flower. When I boiled ominous scorpion sting with innocuous butter; roasting the same over long rods of blistering iron, The residue obtained looked as brilliant as the sacerdotal body of sun; and there were simply no signs of the lethal poison. When I boiled extracts of the tarnished politicians speech with the martyrs blood; simmering it on the smoke rising from the cooking range, The residue obtained had an overwhelming aroma of the valiant soldier; with every scrap of the leader's notes dying an instantaneous death. When I boiled acrimonious thorns along with velvety blades of grass; shaking the mixture profusely over the chimney fire, The residue obtained had stringently acquired an accentuated olive color of grass; and the pointed shoots were now converted into soft sponge as an aftermath. When I boiled obnoxious petrol along with gallons of fresh liquid; placing the same above a conflagration of seasoned timber sticks, The residue obtained was as impeccable as spring water; with the pugnacious odor of the gasoline drowning a ghastly death. When I boiled parasitic leech along with the succulent cherry; placing them on a conglomerate of scorching leaves, The residue obtained was as scarlet as evanescent dawn; with a mesmerizing 148

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smell of the fruit wafting in the air; and all signs of the worm disappearing into slim oblivion. When I boiled frozen cubes of ice along with repugnant green chili; placing the same in boiler room of a ship, The residue obtained contained bountiful rivulets of water; with the animosity of the hostile weed melting inevitably with the ice. When I boiled omnipresent god along with the diabolical devil; placing them under fiery rays of the rising sun, The residue in store was the omniscient creator standing tall and domineering emitting his perpetual scent; with the satanic monster pulverized to inconspicuous ash. And when I boiled love with prejudiced hatred; keeping the same to burn in sweltering heat of the desert, The residue obtained had fathomless waves of perennial love; naturally overshadowing anecdotes of baseless abhorrence.

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SILVER COBWEB It glistened magnificently under the brilliant sun; resembling the enigmatic and mystical angel, It shimmered majestically under the fluorescent beams of moon; looking like the swirling waves of sea eventually culminating into froth, It wavered rampantly with the gusty breeze; occasionally snapping apart some of its flocculent threads, It nonchalantly greeted the inclement rain; thoroughly despising fat globules of water striking against its flimsy silhouette, It trapped scores of innocuous insects in its viscous womb; a plethora of young fledglings who tried to permeate its territory, It was firmly riveted to bifurcated branches of rustic trees; enmeshing a host of boisterous termites who dared try and butcher it, It had boundless strands of silk; interwoven at incongruous distances of space, Its beauty appeared all the more accentuated at ephemeral dawn; with hazy rays of light marking its incoherently rotund periphery, It feasted and supremely relished a meal of blood sucking bat; which inadvertently got ensnared flying haphazardly in the night, It was embossed with tinges of dull gray; with its color appearing almost invisible to the unsuspecting intruder, It also inhabited residential dwellings; a cluster of cloistered places and dilapidated mansions being its hot favorite, It got mercilessly blown away in thunderous storms; who dismantled it from its very roots without the slightest of respite, It was wholesomely silky in complexion; with its long follicles partially engulfed by poisonous juices, It looked ominous in the ambience of open space; and yet at the same time was a treat to admire for the scientist and philanderer, It was profoundly oblivious to sound; the only thing it relied on being nimble sensations of touch, 150

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It itself didn’t posses the slightest of odor; the only scent that wafted from its demeanor was that of incarcerated prey, It was a dreadful nuisance for housewives; who didn’t spare it the moment they sighted it; swapping it uncouthly with their tall broomsticks, It was virtually found inhabiting all corners of the globe; not sparing the even the most immaculate of corner, And the most incredulous thing about it was that it impregnated a potbellied spider; which was ever ready to unsparingly gobble any palpable organism that got caught, Which hereby concludes the story of the network of satiny threads which formed the "SILVER COBWEB".

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WATER IS PRECIOUS If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look superbly mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the sun, If there was water on mud coated wall; there would be a ravishing scent that permeated the adulterated air, If there was water on vegetables lying sprawled in a forlorn heap; they would bounce back to boisterous life; retrieving the plethora of minerals they had lost in the blistering heat, If there was water on fossils languidly scattered in obsolete territories of the dormant volcano; they would perspicuously depict the mysteries of the past; besides shimmering magnificently under the moon, If there was water on wild buds of jungle mushroom; the unruly shoots would sparkle tenaciously; drawing millions of mouths towards them to satiate their famished taste buds, If there was water on a battalion of acrimonious thorns; their tips would get dramatically softened; making them flounder in their conquest of mercilessly puncturing soft skin, If there was water on scalp hair; their bedraggled texture would miraculously transform into immaculately polished, If there was water on the obdurate foam of bed; there would be an unprecedented cool that besieging the ambience; and I would find it astoundingly easy to fall into a invincible siesta, If there was water on pairs of chapped lips; they would look irrefutably voluptuous and longing to be kissed, If there was water on the scorched soil of arid desert; the surrounding wildlife would get substantial reprieve from sweltering storms of heat, If there was water on rampant flames of fire ominously rising up by the zipping second; the occupants inside would be saved from the tyranny of being burnt alive, If there was water on the elevation of dusty window panes; they would 152

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suddenly glitter in animation; explicitly exposing the panoramic view outside, If there was water on the river bed; scores of children would gleefully toss in it; splashing it frivolously on passing pedestrians, If there was water on clusters of scarlet rose; they would diffuse a blissful fragrance penetrating the claustrophobic environment with a reinvigorating aroma, If there was water on feathers of the majestic peacock; it had the potential to circulate waves of rhapsody even in the veins of a dying man; when the bird unfurled its wings to a complete blossom, If there was water on soiled cloth; incorrigible stains would be indiscriminately exonerated; and the fabric would now resemble an impeccable white, If there was water on the serrated skin of chameleon; it would appear more rubicund while wandering indefatigably through the bushes, And If there was water on the inverted eyelashes of my beloved; she would look like a goddess bathed in exquisite gold, And let me tell you friends it was very easy for us to unflinchingly achieve the above mentioned; if only we learnt to save and judiciously preserve water, As its every droplet is inevitably worth a million; for it is the source of all life beside us; an indispensable fuel to rejuvenate the depleted reservoir of our energy; "WATER IS PRECIOUS".

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IF EVER I HAD THE PRIVILEGE If ever I had the privilege of being a sandstone castle; with palatial walls overlooking the flowing river, I would make sure that all urchins residing on the street; would get adequate shelter from uncouth winter and inclement rain. If ever I had the privilege of being a star in the sky; with black wisps of clouds ominously hovering around, I would make sure that I shone tenaciously all night; illuminating the lives of the impoverished with gargantuan rays of hope. If ever I had the privilege of being a mammoth elephant; with majestic white tusks protruding prominently from my trunk, I would make sure that I transported all monkeys to escalating treetops; fight vehemently against savage hunters to protect the jungle. If ever I had the privilege of being the fathomless ocean; with swirling waves colliding vociferously against the rocks, I would make sure that all the aquatic life impregnated remained intact; the waters were completely bereft of the slightest of adulteration. If ever I had the privilege of being an inflated balloon; with a plethora of gaudy strings dangling merrily from my belly, I would make sure that I tossed and bounced boisterously amidst crippled infants; lighting their faces with an everlasting smile. If ever I had the privilege of being an incoherent lump of rock salt; with a piquant odor emanating from my persona, I would make sure that I inundate all those dishes of bland food; with sumptuous amounts of taste. If ever I had the privilege of being a long beaked bird; with clawed feet protruding from my slender skinned legs, I would make sure that I chirped melodiously to placate starved eardrums; guard my eggs against nefarious evil all throughout the chilly night. If ever I had the privilege of being a conglomerate of clouds in the sky; possessing a tinge of hideous black, 154

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I would make sure that I rained when it mattered the most; ensuring that all animate on earth were saved from the onslaught of drought. If ever I had the privilege of being a foliated tree; with infinite branches extruding from my tapered trunk, I would make sure that I sprinkled currency and fruits in commensurate proportions; so that no one in vicinity died of savage starvation. And if ever by stroke of benevolent fortune I had the privilege of being a man; with the virtue to perceive embedded in my soul, I would make sure that I unrelentingly loved the person of my dreams; and instill the same with equanimity in every human traversing on mother earth.

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ALL WE HAD TO DO In order to walk; all we had to do was to coherently use our feet and march forward, In order to write; all we had to do was to hoist the pen; and then nimbly rub its nib against bonded paper, In order to sleep; all we had to do was shut our eyes; thereby obfuscating ourselves completely from bright light, In order to talk; all we had to do was open our mouth; then articulately reverberate our tongue in hollow chambers of darkness prevailing, In order to smile; all we had to do was stretch out luscious lips as far as possible; alongwith a trifle empathy in our eyes, In order to swim; all we had to do was voraciously move our hand and feet; master the art of holistically floating on the surface, In order to eat; all we had to do was place appetizing morsels of sundry in our mouth; then masticate the same with sharp incisors of our teeth, In order to breathe; all we had to do was inhale gallons of unadulterated air; inundating the palpable jacket of our lungs with revitalizing fervor, In order to punch; all we had to do was clench our fists into a compact ball; then thrust them with tumultuous power towards the wall, In order to dance; all we had to do was rhythmically sway our bodies; to vibrant tunes of pulsating music, In order to scratch; all we had to do was use our finger nails incongruously; painstakingly peeling off intricate arenas of our skin, In order to sing; all we had to do was partially open our mouths; engendering mesmerizing tunes to permeate the atmosphere, In order to paint; all we had to do was use the brush vivaciously upon the naked body of white canvas, In order to bathe; all we had to do was to completely submerge our silhouette in colossal pools of gurgling stream water; sprinkling the same with gay 156

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abundance on our scalps, In order to dig; all we had to do was extricate earth with a shovel; pummel the ground incessantly till we achieved the conducive depth, In order to remember; all we had to do was intensely flex the tendrils of our brain; have loads of conviction in our ability to perceive, In order to bend; all we had to do was to stoop down on the floor; kneel with our chins adhering to the bare surface, In order to sneeze; all we had to do was hold pungent pepper close to our nostrils; then wait for the inevitable aftermath to follow, In order to pray; all we had to do was to perceive all the benevolence existing; visualize the most simplest yet the most enamoring forms of life; worship the most stupendous form of the omnipresent creator, And in order to live; all we had to do was philanthropically execute our duties towards the society; incarcerate in our hearts forever the person of our dreams; the person who could love us immortally for decades immemorial.

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I WOULD MAKE IT FEEL BEAUTIFUL If I had a dead flower in my hand; I would plant it in the soil; for it to spread its lingering redolence; and at the same time proliferating several of its kind, If I had a bulky sheaf of scribbled paper in my hand; I would erase all the obnoxious literature embedded; rendering the same immaculate and spotless for reuse, If I had infinite pieces of shattered glass in my hand; I would coalesce them all together; metamorphosing them to form a scintillating mirror, If I had an injured pigeon in my hand; I would inundate his wounds with omnipotent soil; impregnating in him the power to fly high and handsome again, If I had lifeless follicles of hair in my hand; I would scrub them tenaciously with flamboyant antiseptic; to make them glisten again, If I had fetid and rotten vegetables in my hand; I would soak them in fresh water; then put them beneath stringent rays of the sun to wholesomely fumigate them, If I had a dilapidated and pulverized brick in my hand; I would fortify it with reinforced cement to make it withstand the most torrential of thunder, If I had an acrimonious chunk of thorn in my hand; I would coat it with a sheet of sparkling honey; then offer the same to famished insects loitering through the dusty streets, If I had a deflated balloon in my hand; I would stuff it with free air; to augment it to robust proportions, If I had splinters of bedraggled cloth in my hand; I would refurbish them into a composite garment; using my steel bodkin and spools of thread adroitly, If I had disdainful saliva in my hand; I would make optimum use applying the same to the tainted windshield of my car; thereby creating a few pellucid 158

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spots amidst the sea of camouflaging dust, If I had venomous tobacco leaves in my hand; I would incinerate them to create a crackling bonfire; granting scores of people reprieve from freezing currents of austere winter, If I had a ominous revolver in my hand; I would embed slices of piquant tomato in the place of lead bullets; then play with the same amongst a bunch of innocuous children, If I had squelched pulp of raw sewage in my hand; I would use the same for sprinkling commensurately between the plants; strengthening their roots with a blend of nutritional elements, If I had an ensemble of incongruously hard stones in my hand; I would submerge them in shallow streams of placid water; to make the shrunken surface dramatically swell, If I had blistering hot acid in my hand; I would disseminate the same into thirsty desert sands; which would greedily absorb the same with loads of gratitude, If I had rusty bells in my hand; I would strike them together to pierce The still ambience with an enigmatic and jingling sound, If I had an obnoxious mosquito on my hand; I would place him in a pool of frosty milk; for him to greedily savor the stupendous taste of life, If I had gruesomely fractured bones in my hand; I would perseveringly mold them; resurrect them with scrupulous care; to make them walk again, And even if I had the most hideous looking entity in my hands; I WOULD STILL MAKE IT FEEL BEAUTIFUL; by embellishing it with the garment of my love; encapsulating its body with unprecedented care.

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STILL REIGNING SUPREME Although it stands in a pool of disdainful mud; with wild creepers camouflaging it in entirety, The lotus still reigns supreme; due to its lingering redolence; the stupendously enamoring color of its leaves. Although it is obliterated by a conglomerate of ominous thunder clouds; black gases whistling past it at swashbuckling speeds, The moon still reigns supreme; due to its scintillating and perennial shine; which profoundly illuminates the night. Although it flies amidst a fleet of hideous vultures; sounds of vicious wailing uncouthly caressing its wings, The nightingale still reigns supreme; due to its incredibly mesmerizing voice which permeates the atmosphere. Although she swims underwater with pugnacious sharks slithering in proximity; the multilegged octopus fervently awaiting every single opportunity to strangulate it, The mermaid still reigns supreme; due to its silken complexioned skin; the vivaciousness incorporated in its body. Although it lies obfuscated behind the fortress of lanky mountains; the colossal shadows trying to wholesomely submerge it, The sun still reigns supreme; due to its blistering rays; the overwhelming tenacity in its shine able to dazzle every nook and cranny of the earth. Although it lies incarcerated in cloistered space; a slimy shell sequestering it completely from the outside world, The pearl still reigns supreme; due to its unrelenting capacity to glow; inundate the life of whosoever who purchases it with an inevitable sparkle. Although it sprouts from primordial wild clay; with fetid puddles of slush sprawled abundantly around, The button mushroom still reigns supreme; due to its delectably appeasing silhouette; the exultation it generates when squelched between pair of teeth. Although it gushes past a plethora of belligerent barricades; jagged rocks 160

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hindering its progress at every juncture possible, The white water mountain stream still reigns supreme; due to its tingling noise; the reinvigorating feeling it imparts when drunk with cupped hands. Although it lies imprisoned in dungeons of doom; ghastly waves of air striking it each minute unveiling, The biscuit of gold still reigns supreme; due to the perpetual glow emanating from its persona; its uncanny ability to overpower all commodities existing. And although he existed in a world besieged with corruption; blood sucking individuals trying to massacre civilization, The angel still reigned supreme; due to an impeccable aura engulfing his demeanor; the unprecedented faith he had in his mother; his beloved; and the almighty who had created him.

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DOING IS BELIEVING When I heard about the tree; what I perceived was a wooden stalk embodied with a conglomerate of dense leaves, While it was only when I swung on its branches; did I come to realize the exuberance; as the vibrant breeze struck me in my eyes; the chirping of birds drowned me in entirety. When I heard about the sea; what I imagined was a colossal assemblage of water with swirling waves, While it was only when I swam in its choppy waters; did I come to realize the tanginess in its froth; the infinite numbers of big fish wading past my persona. When I heard about the sun; what I conceived was a flaming ball of fire perched high up in the azure sky, While it was only when I stood beneath the same; did I come to realize the passionate intensity of its rays; the magnificent glory of its golden shine. When I heard about the deserts; what I envisaged was sprawling lands of sand; alluring mirages looming large and prominent, While it was only when I traversed the same barefoot; did I come to realize the slipperiness of its soil; the acrimonious thorns of cactus grazing across my petite flesh. When I heard about ice; what I visualized was incongruous cubes of frozen water; silently oozing out droplets of cold liquid, While it was only when I clambered up the snow clad mountain; did I come to realize the unfathomable waves of winter; the goose-bumps that ran down right up to my slender spine. When I heard about the castle; what I fantasized was scores of palatial rooms; towering roofs leaping high and handsome into the sky, While it was only when I walked through its rooms; did I come to 162

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realize the desolation circumventing its walls; the century old cobwebs dangling at whisker lengths from my chin. When I heard about gold; what I apprehended was rotund biscuits; coated profoundly with a distinctive coat of pure saffron, While it was only when I felt the same in my palms; did I come to realize its pudgy texture; the perennial shimmer that mystically emanated from its body. When I heard about god; what I comprehended was a celestial power reigning supreme over the world, While it was only when I met his reincarnation in person; did I come to realize the omnipotent power in his eyes; his unsurpassable ability to vanquish all pain prevailing on earth. When I heard about love; what I cognized was languishing indiscriminately in the aisles of desire; fervently embracing ones beloved to generate tremors of excitement, While it was only when I fell into it; did I come to realize the emotional bondage that resulted as an aftermath; the sacrifice involved to sustain the same. And when I heard about life; I romanticized it to be a garden of scarlet roses; with its revitalizing redolence inundating my soul, While it was only when I actually tried leading it; did I come to realize the barricades laid in all directions for me to confront; the ocean of adventure lying ahead; for me to plunge in and conquer.

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HUMAN TENDENCY If I asked you to choose from verdant landscapes of the mountain; and the blistering flames of fire, I am sure you would prefer to philander through the leafy foliage; relishing the scent of newly born dew-drops. If I asked you to choose from exotically flavored ice-cream; and fetid rivulets of debris gushing at vibrant velocities from the gutter, I am sure you would prefer to nibble at the frozen cream; sipping it gently down the veins of your throat. If I asked you to choose from the rollicking dolphins; and the ominously gargantuan shark, I am sure you would prefer to play with the dolphin; riding on its back with the frothy ocean waves striking your naked skin. If I asked you to choose from a bed of flocculent skin; and the disdainfully dangling century old cobweb, I am sure you would prefer to blissfully sleep on the Dunlop; let the vibrations of fantasy take a stranglehold of your dreams. If I asked you to choose from the scintillating oyster; and a string of profoundly venomous thorns, I am sure you would prefer to explore the pearls incarcerated inside the shell; let their intense radiance add a sparkle to your dreary eyes. If I asked you to choose from the crystalline streams of water; and fuming pints of hostile acid, I am sure you would prefer to stand beneath the falls; enjoy the cool liquid cascade down your persona. If I asked you to choose from a grandiloquent houseboat; and the unwashed body of a stray pig, I am sure you would prefer to romanticize in the aisles of desire; admire the mystical view unfurl as the steamer traversed forward. If I asked you to choose from the dwelling perched high up in the silken clouds; and the ghastly interiors of a Lions den, I am sure you would prefer to float in the mesmerizing sky; rekindle your 164

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senses with every droplet of intermittent rain. If I asked you to choose from perennial love; and a land of baseless hatred, I am sure you would prefer to submerge yourself into the sweetness of sharing; the immortal fruit of romance. If I asked you to choose from your mother; and the uncouth society brutally whipping you at umpteenth quarters, I am sure you would prefer to nestle in the arms of the entity who procreated you; stare into her impeccable eyes for eternity. If I asked you to choose from omnipotent God; and the hideously distorted long toothed devil, I am sure you would prefer to kneel down at the feet of the creator; imbibe the essence of his ideals to propagate them far and wide in this world. And If I asked you to choose from life; and gruesomely torturous death, I am sure the HUMAN TENDENCY in you would propel you to live; fight for your survival; amidst an ambience blended with pure and adulterated mortals wandering around.

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NOTHING IN THIS WORLD Nothing in this world can substitute the Sun; its fiery rays wholesomely sizzling cloistered portions of Earth, Man tried hard to invent electricity; but languid beams of the bulb miserably failed to make an impact in front of the celestial body. Nothing in this world can substitute the river; its mesmerizing flow between the pathway of cobbled stones, Man tried hard to bathe in luke warm pond of distilled water; but it pathetically floundered to provide him the rejuvenation he badly needed; the tingling sensations he desired to entrench him entirety. Nothing in this world can substitute the bird; its vivacious flight in an ambience of silken complexioned clouds, Man tried hard to evolve the aircraft; but its discordantly whirring noise; the overwhelming commotion it produced while cruising through air; was simply unable to match the flight of the feathered monster. Nothing in this world can substitute the rose; its ravishing redolence that stimulated infinite scores of nostrils trespassing in vicinity, Man tried hard to blend exotic perfumes; bottle the concentrates in swanky bottles for display; but their essence gruesomely failed to make an impression; and their odor subsided with an intensity faster than it had arisen. Nothing in this world can substitute the mountains; the stupendously panoramic view of the cascading waterfalls and steep gorges, Man tried hard to construct palatial resorts; embellishing the same with a host of contemporary amenities; but the garish concrete appeared as a speck of inconspicuous dust in the backdrop of the mystical valley. Nothing in this world can substitute snow; the immaculate globules of white crystals embedded splendidly on the jagged rocks, Man tried hard to form ice in meticulous trays; but the monotonously molded cubes; looked utterly disparaging when compared with the undulating 166

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bedsheets of frozen water sprawled in tandem on the hills. Nothing in this world can substitute the Neem tree; its herbal branches dangling holistically; its myriad of corrugated sticks used for scrupulously cleaning teeth, Man tried hard to use the toothbrush; but its insipid bristles dithered from evacuating dirt; displayed abashing signs of collapse after being used just for a few number of times. Nothing in this world can substitute the pearl; its immortal ramifications that besiege the atmosphere after popping out from the slimy oyster, Man tried hard to chisel intricate jewelry; polish it tenaciously till it sparkled; but its glow perished gradually with the fading of time; and the lackadaisical ornament refrained to incarcerate attention a month after wearing. Nothing in this world can substitute truth; the omnipotent power in its voice; the everlasting spirit it succeeds in portraying, Man tried hard to speak lies; dexterously hide his fallacies by leaning towards malice; but in the end he was completely devoured in the radiance of righteousness; the perennial brilliance of truth. And nothing in this world can substitute love; the fervor generated by its mere caress; the unfathomable pleasure of being imprisoned by the same, Man tried hard to but it superfluously with fat wads of currency; baselessly threw exorbitant opulence to experience the same; but in the end realized that a single passionate beat of his heart was enough to evoke; what his entire treasury of wealth had failed to purchase…

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IMMACULATE TIE It dangled freely from my collar; gently caressing my belly as it cascaded down, It fluttered vivaciously in the rustic breeze; voluptuously tingling the fabric of my crisp shirt, It rose and fell sporadically as I incessantly took wild draughts of ravishing breeze into my lungs, It imparted me loads of compassionate warmth; as the biting cold air struck be inevitably in my chest, It portrayed a strikingly vivid picture; against the backdrop of pure white linen; in which I was adorned, It bifurcated my demeanor into commensurate compartments; subtly sequestering me from being called pot-bellied, It granted an uncanny tautness to the scruff of my neck; inundated in me a feeling of being on my heels; and rampantly on the prowl, It sometimes provided me reprieve from my running nose; as I blew it thunderously into the fluff; where it settled inconspicuously and contented at the rear, It majestically camouflaged an armory of disdainful buttons; neatly intermingling with the buckle of my belt, It danced merrily in perfect synergy with my body; as I gyrated the entire night to tunes of pulsating music, It revealed pompous shades of my personality; gave my visage multiple opportunities to stand shoulder to shoulder with the exorbitantly rich, It appeared as an silken angel; having a profound aura of its own; amidst a host of other garb surrounding it, It felt as light as a pigeon feather; yet was the mightiest ornament bestowing impetus upon my diminutive stature, It often protected me form acrid sunlight; as I adroitly removed it; tied it on my scalp as a cool and flabby bandanna, It succumbed to my desires of whipping; when I thrashed it in free space; producing an ensemble of exotic noises, 168

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It served as an excellent tool to play; when I curled it into an incongruous ball; tossed it mischievously towards my mesmerizing girlfriend, It proved as a towel on infinite occasions; when the actual napkin became obsolete and was nowhere to be found, It had been on my persona since decades; providing me that tinge of sophistication that I had perennially desired, But more importantly than anything; it had fulfilled my desire of being a complete man; gloriously projecting me to the existing society, SO now you tell me folks what more could I expect out of a short stub of slippery garment; which we christen today in contemporary terminology as an "IMMACULATE TIE"?

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The stairs I descended down seemed like colossal mountains; deafening sneezes occurring sporadically made me feel inherently weak, As I sat down like a bombastic demon; pale smoke of the cigarette wafting from my mouth striking my adversary; in the breakfast meeting on the FRIDAY. The rays of hope were silently stirring in my soul; tinges of exuberance seemed to be taking partial control of my speech, The images of surreal fantasy were painstakingly enveloping my mind; an insatiable nervousness was boisterously bursting through my knuckles, As nostalgic memories of my family profoundly lingered in my heart; and the plane prepared to caress the tarmac of my country on the SATURDAY. The hour of my freedom had eventually arrived; the ticking of the clock miserably floundered to make the slightest of impact on my thunderous snores, The beams of dawn had never seemed so pleasant before; the voice of my wife had never seemed so enchanting, As I got up languidly from my sleep; executed a yawn larger than my dwelling; embraced my children; my new found freedom; ebulliently on the SUNDAY.

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symbol of profound sophistication in the new millennium; but metamorphosed all script into mumbled junk; the instant it was attacked by lethal virus. The nuggets of glittering gold appeared indigenous; stashed well beneath in hideous dungeons; with the fangs of snake god guarding them against all evil; although when they were exposed to sun and unrelenting rain; the biscuits still retained their lustrous texture; the immortality of their shine, While the scintillating coins of modern silver looked alluring; were used profusely in day to day interaction; but the chips developed peels of obnoxious rust on their surface; a few weeks after the monsoons. The bicycle looked ludicrous; with spokes of skeleton steel protruding from each of its bars; although it traversed smoothly on the streets; whether it be gruesome night; or the steaming day, While the swanky car was a stupendous delight to admire; zipped past the landscapes at roaring speeds; but halted abruptly midway; as the last droplet of petrol evaporated from its tank; leaving it stranded amidst an ambience of jungle and savage beasts. The shades of rainbow in the cosmos appeared dull; failed to incarcerate attention at times; although they perennially appeared in the sky; after every shower of rain in sunlight, While the blend of colors in the artists palette looked fascinating; each stroke of the brush evolving a new network of enthusing designs; but they got massacred the moment I scrubbed them vigorously with the eraser; annihilating all traces of them from this universe. And the grizzly haired man seemed to be on the verge of extinction; infinite portions of his skin sagging towards the soil; although the experiences of life had made his FOUNDATIONS astronomically strong; and he displayed paramount resilience in adeptly conquering the most Herculean of task, While the impetuous youngster looked brazenly dynamic; had blood circulating passionately through his veins; but when it came to deciphering the enigmas of 173

life; he buckled wholesomely under the pressure; the aftermath of which nearly sent him on an expedition to his heavenly abode.

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BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH Between the ominous black clouds and the earth; there lies enchanting breeze placidly cooling the atmosphere, Between wholesome pitch darkness and brilliant sunlight; there lies the mesmerizing evening; passionately awaiting the night, Between the summit of colossal mountain and the dusty roads; there lies the delectably gurgling waterfall; dissipating into silken froth, Between the mammoth tusked elephant and the minuscule ant; there lies the innocuous rabbit; playing hide and seek amidst the labyrinth of bushes, Between the bombastic Mercedes and the threadbare tricycle; there lies a bike; zipping past the landscapes at lightening speeds, Between the transparent mirror and mounds of abominable coal; there lies murky coins of silver; incarcerating all in vicinity with their mystical spell, Between the stupendously exotic rose and the infinitesimal granules of free soil; there lies nimble blades of grass; voraciously tickling trespassers with their tantalizing tendrils, Between the obstreperously screeching train and the perpetually silent valley; there lies the bubbling river; granting substantial reprieve from the agony of sweltering sun, Between hostile thorns of cactus and the sweet curry of pulverized sugar; there lies the robust apple imparting a voluptuous flavor the instant you masticated it, Between the profusely embellished statue and heap of fetid garbage; there lies the succulent coconut with a pool of tangy water impregnated in its womb, Between the grandiloquent castle and the shoddily attired iron drainpipe; there lies the seaside hut; with waves of the ocean sporadically against its windows, Between the melodiously singing nightingale and the discordantly 175

wailing mosquito; there lies the sly fox; whistling harmoniously in open space, Between the pot bellied giant and the inconspicuous infant; there lies the impetuous youngster; euphorically wandering around, Between the bird soaring astronomically high and the slithering lizard; there lies the opalescent butterfly flirtatiously fluttering its wings, Between impeccable truth and nefarious evil; there lies the mischievous monkey playing pranks to appease mankind, Between the sanctimoniously rich and the bedraggled beggar; there lies the common man; trying to struggle every unleashing minute for existence, Between garish velvet and immaculate fibers of white; there lies the grey squirrel; frantically trying to search its burrow before sunset, Between immortal love and superficial hatred; there lies philanthropic friendship; propagating its essence far and wide, And between new born life and perilously old death; there lie sweet experiences; which add color to living; a dynamic vibrancy to breath.

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ROOTS The castle in the forest appeared haughty and ostentatious; with gaudy drapes majestically camouflaging its windows, Although it had its roots firmly embedded in lackluster mud; which was blended incongruously with glowworms and reptile. The ocean looked colossal; with gigantic waves swirling tumultuously towards the sky, Although it had its roots in granules of frigid sand; replete with coral leaves and soggy hillocks of clay. The gold mines appeared marvelously glittering; emanating a perennial glow of extravagant prosperity and opulence, Although it had its roots firmly embedded in obnoxious slabs of coal; a coat of ghastly black encapsulating its scintillating demeanor. The silhouette of sun looked stupendously dazzling; emitting infinite rays of fire permeating pugnaciously through the dark, Although it had its roots sprawled since centuries unprecedented in the lackadaisical sky; with placid patches of blue in vicinity sheltering it; to make its dream come true. The clothes on the prince's body appeared incredibly alluring; with every individual confronting him; instantly fantasizing himself adorning the same, Although the royal garb had its roots in innocuous tufts of country cotton; sprouting in multiple clusters from the ground. The edifice overlooking the shopping mall looked gargantuan; with several bystanders transgressing the streets; admiring it unanimously in open mouthed consternation, Although it had its roots in dexterously ploughed soil; juxtaposed commensurately with raw cement and concrete. The President's destiny appeared enchanting; as he stood tall and domineering on the dais; with an indomitable spirit to conquer profoundly lingering in his eyes, Although it had its roots in the lines of his spongy palm; the labyrinth of mounts and stars impregnated in his tiny fist. The Banyan tree looked like a fascinating fortress; 177

with scores of animals and birds wandering vivaciously through its cascading branches, Although it had its roots deeply embodied in recesses of moist earth; and a conglomerate of nutrients in the same; nurturing it to rise to unbelievable heights. And the creator appeared invincible; with the entire universe distinctly visible; each time he opened his mouth, Although he had his roots entwined with philanthropic simplicity; the rudiments of equality granting him the unprivileged aura of ruling over the entire cosmos; residing in every heart that throbbed benevolently; palpitated passionately for life.

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MAN EATER AT LARGE The birds on the trees screeched hysterically; permeating the atmosphere with their shrill ringing, Cars on the streets swerved wildly; clashing head on with the electric poles, Children studying diligently in school; rushed out in a frenzy from the building, Women busy chatting in shopping malls; froze in their footsteps; drowned wholesomely in the chaotic pandemonium, Infants crawling innocuously on the floor started to cry incessantly; banging their diminutive fists against the table, Businessmen contemplating the intricacies of market; dropped their money; galloped like a boisterous kangaroo for life, The meticulous bus conductor forgot to halt at stops; speeded the vehicle; whizzing like a demon through the placid countryside, People languishing in the pool with the sun sizzling their frigid skin; sprinted to seek shelter in the dense jugglery of bush as the last resort, Clusters of teenagers painstakingly sucking ice-candy; devoured it in a single gulp; sacrificing all pleasure and relish, Dogs barking vociferously at unsuspecting strangers; subdued their voices to mellowed yawns, The barber who was leisurely trimming scalp hair; plucking a thin strand at a time; scraped apart the entire beard; in a state of bewilderment; infinite beads of sweat trickling down his nape, The petrified scientists in their state of agony; inadvertently launched space shuttles well ahead of the scheduled time, The pop star dancing like an angel to pulsating tunes; collapsed with a thud on the floor like soggy matchsticks, Security guards deployed on the border; fled helter-skelter using every iota of their imbibed skill; to salvage immediate shelter, Doctors in their clinics took potent pills for palpitation; to pacify their volcanically throbbing hearts, 179

Fishes swimming majestically in imprisoned aquariums; slithered like never before; to the vibrations of passionate tension, Mosquitoes profoundly engrossed in sucking ripe blood; left in a hurry; flying to unprecedented heights of the ceiling, The spider raced several times in its web; feeling the insurmountable agony bursting in its tentacles, The artist sketching panoramic valleys; almost swallowed the brush in his mouth; made a sheer travesty of the image in nervous excitement, The prime minister articulately delivering the speech in his sonorous voice; disdainfully dropped the mike, The sun rays winked a little from their blazing shine; the winds blowing across roads shivered inexplicably, It was a complete mayhem out there; as the 10 foot long leopard escaped from caged bars; gallivanted like a king through the busy traffic lanes; and a single growl from the beast had people proclaiming in all directions of the; "MAN EATER AT LARGE".

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YOU COULDNT BUY You could purchase a pair of teeth; but you couldn’t buy their scintillating shine, You could purchase a handsome tiger; but you couldn’t buy his thunderous growl, You could purchase a glamorous rose; but you couldn’t buy its mesmerizing redolence, You could purchase the entire valley; but you couldn’t buy its unfathomable depth, You could purchase a mammoth slab of ice; but you couldn’t buy its frozen coolness, You could purchase sprawling territories of sand; but you couldn’t buy their sweltering heat, You could purchase a cluster of opalescent striped nightingales; but you couldn’t buy their enchanting voice, You could purchase boundless meadows of grass; but you couldn’t buy the coat of dew drops glistening on their surface, You could purchase the sapphire blue dolphin; but you couldn’t buy its rollicking leap, You could purchase dexterously sculptured paintings; but you couldn’t buy the artists mind, You could purchase the colossal lake; but you couldn’t buy the fish proliferating inside; every unleashing second, You could purchase a pair of eyes from the eyebank; but you couldn’t buy their emphatic rays, You could purchase knotted fingers; but you co uldn’t buy the things they wrote, You could purchase a sparkling jewel; but you couldn’t buy the impact that it had on your destiny, You could purchase a swanky car; but you couldn’t buy the speeds at which it 181

traversed, You could purchase a slave; but you couldn’t buy the uninhibited freedom of his thoughts, You could purchase a woman; but you couldn’t buy the love residing deep in her conscience, You could purchase an idol of God; but you couldn’t buy the omnipotent power it was capable of executing, And you could purchase a heart; but you simply couldn’t buy its violently palpitating beats; the overwhelming tenacity it had to grant new life...

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IT WAS VERY EASY It was very easy to let gallons of water pass under the bridge; as all one had to do was open the wrought iron gates, But to stop its flow thereafter was exceedingly tedious; as the stream picked up speed; swelled leaps and bounds every unfurling second. It was very easy to speed up a car; as all you needed was to uncouthly press upon the accelerator, But to freeze it completely in its footsteps was an insurmountable task; as the sedan swerved wildly on the wet tarmac; rotating umpteenth number of times; before achieving refined degrees of control. It was very easy to light a cigarette; as all one required was a nimble flame emanating from the matchstick, But to subside its flames was a Herculean task; as the lungs developed an insatiable addiction for the acrid smoke. It was very easy to provoke a tiger; as all you needed was to poke it in its ribs; disdainfully drench it with water right in its den, But it was an agonizing wait before the beast pacified; as it tore apart the flesh of several innocent; before eventually drifting into his afternoon siesta. It was very easy to make a person blind; as you had to do was hurl a tumbler of fuming acid towards his immaculate face, But to regain back sight was simply unattainable; as the blackness hovering over his eyes; became more intense with the fading light. It was very easy to shatter a colossal ensemble of glass; as all you needed to do was bang its surface coercively with hard stone, But to recoup its fragments was a marathon job; as they lay scattered rampantly; and a majority concealed in black mud all around. It was very easy to spend money; as all you had to do was purchase every object that appeared enamoring to your eye, let it drizzle chivalrously from your palms, 183

But to earn it back was overwhelmingly hard; as each penny acquired conscientiously; made you shed more than a million drops of your sweat. It was very easy to say "I love you"; as all you needed to do was romanticize incessantly in the tunnel of tantalizing romance, But to sustain the same became stupendously difficult; as you had to fight an head on battle with the sanctimonious society; break your back to suffice daily fodder. And it was very easy to kill a person; as all you had to do was ruthlessly compress the trigger of your gleaming gun, But to revive back life proved wholesomely futile; as it was impossible to enter the territories of the omnipotent creator.

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THE ULTIMATE HISS OF DEATH… Like an infinite brutal knives inexorably stabbing every tangible space of happiness; devastating every single aspect of my existence beyond the threshold of sagacious repair, Like infinite maelstroms of inexplicable despair; thwarting even the most infidel of my desire; to die the most excruciatingly gory death within the realms of my wailing soul, Like an infinite nights of haplessly strangulating nightmares; each of which metamorphosed me into the ghosts of jinxed oblivion; even though I was jubilantly alive, Like an infinite thorns of truculently beheading disease; snapping every holistic fang of my existence; with the mortuaries of unparalleled misfortune and invidious blackness, Like an infinite skeletons of tawdrily cursing nothingness; ghastily rendering every ounce of my poignant blood; to worthlessly debilitating and infinitesimal ash, Like an infinite oceans of deplorably slandering blood; which intransigently drowned every dimension of my skull; to the acrimoniously unsparing rock bottom, Like an infinite gallows of deliriously inexplicable depression; which morbidly injected the vials of lecherous helplessness; into each of my veins at a speed more vicious than the most uncontrolled thunderbolts of lightening, Like an infinite devilish snakes slithering into vindictive wilderness; maiming even the most iridescently robust of my senses; with hedonistically penalizing venom, Like an infinite ferociously undulating waves; which made me inevitably crumble on my very own feet like a pack of lugubriously impotent matchsticks; without the tiniest of insinuation or prior warning, Like infinite atrociously non-existent parasites; which cannibalistically devoured even the last ounce of enthusiasm from my impoverished demeanor; hopelessly discarding me to beg on the irascibly rambunctious roads, Like an infinite germs of indispensably asphyxiating 185

cancer; which slowly and slowly incarcerated even the most oblivious granule of triumph; in my bountifully celestial body, Like an infinite murderously silent dungeons of imperiling boredom; stigmatizing each victoriously jostling nerve of mine; with unstoppable whirlpools of carnivorously delinquent lechery, Like infinite icicles of lecherously weeping lifelessness; which diabolically froze the very last ounce of virility in my blood; rendering me lividly castrated in the center of the beautifully bustling street, Like an infinite wails of salaciously massacring meaninglessness; which ripped apart through even the most invisible fabric of my felicity; like an endless desert of maniacal victimization, Like an infinite footsteps of unforgivably plundering crime; forever robbing every single element of my body; of its stupendously bewitching versatility, Like an infinite cold-blooded cauldrons of esoteric perversions; subjugating my nimble form; to the coffins of the ominously marauding and sadistically torturous devil, Like an infinite wails of the impiously strangulating witch; which gruesomely transformed even the most harmoniously spell binding of my fantasy; into the ultimate apogees of pugnacious mayhem, Like an infinite unfaithfully barren deserts; which wholesomely evaporated even the most mercurial trace of optimism from the chapters of my priceless life; without the slightest of my fault; reason or ostensible rhyme, Like an infinite signatures of the horrifically prejudiced demon; which ruthlessly crucified even the most insouciant trace of my masculine identity; with the alphabets of unprecedented devastation, Was the sorrow lingering deep in the dormitories of my innocent heart and soul; was the sorrow inhabiting every stream of blood that flowed through my veins; was the sorrow unmistakably reflecting from every quarter of my eye; was the sorrow that unabashedly cursed every righteously forward footstep of mine; was the sorrow that converted each of my golden breath into the ultimate hiss of death…

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TRUTH IS ALWAYS NAKED… Victory is always sweet; a perpetual trouncing of the corpses of the hedonistically slandering devil; by the winds of eternally undefeated righteousness, Honesty is always persevering; an ocean of pricelessly unflinching sweat; that eventually wins over even the most infinitesimal anecdote of treacherously prejudiced debauchery, Friendship is always compassionate; a perennial melanging of two souls into one; irrespective of caste; creed; color or the unfurling of astoundingly zipping time, Childhood is always pristine; an indefatigable culmination into the most innocuously unfettered fantasies of vibrant tomorrow; and a fathomless kilometers away from even the most mercurial of hideous manipulation, Adventures are always exhilarating; an unabashedly blissful venturing into the corridors of the uncannily unknown; rejuvenating every monotonously emaciated cranny of the body with timelessly mesmerizing spice, Beauty is always ravishing; a panoramically unbridled triumph of sensuousness over the sacrilegiously demented corpses of stagnation; for a countless more births yet to arrive, Benevolence is always altruistic; an unendingly selfless wind of companionship; which embraces every tangible and intangible entity on this fathomless Universe; in its impregnably amiable swirl, Creation is always artistic; an inexhaustible cistern of inimitably unparalleled energy; which burgeons into the most brilliantly optimistic shapes of an interminable tomorrow, Smiles are always inspiring; triggering rays of unassailably bounteous hope; into the lives of all those deplorably devastated beyond the threshold of inexplicably hapless despair, Blood is always humanitarian; coalescing the entire boundlessly effulgent Universe into a spell bindingly united mass; irrespective of whether it belonged to a; “Hindu”; “Muslim”; “Buddhist”; or “Christian”, Soul is always uplifting; incessantly continuing to drift into every ounce of goodness on this endlessly fructifying earth; even after the last expunging of divinely breath, 187

Symbiotism is always unconquerable; an untamed inferno of mutually ebullient desire; which timelessly bonded every conceivable element of free space; in the threads of benign holiness, Yearning is always passionate; indispensably massacring even the most raunchily indiscriminately of hurdles that ever dared come in between; its royally tantalizing way, Hunger is always natural; perpetually differentiating us insipidly greedy living beings; from the heavens of the insuperably Omnipotent and fearless Lord, Flirtation is always mischievous; rekindling the spirit to survive as the most effervescently beautiful organism; even when buried an infinite feet beneath insouciantly meaningless mud, Sleep is always celestial; replenishing even the most truculently lambasted arenas of the deteriorating body; with the mists of everlastingly heavenly rest, Shadows are always mystical; undauntedly weaving an ever-pervadingly panoramic gorge of astounding fantasy; which seductively enshrouded even the obsolete cranny of the invisible veins, Breathing is always fiery; perpetuating an unlimited forest of desire even in the most meaninglessly wanton of spaces; perpetuating the most veritably dead to euphorically surge forward in the true fervor of life, And “Truth is always Naked”; candidly exposing the most inconspicuous of ins and outs of your persona; like when the Omniscient Creator was writing the destiny of this undying planet; and without the tiniest twitch of the eye….

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IF YOU DIDN’T WANT TO WAIT TILL THE NEXT SUNRISE…. If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start optimistically illuminating every drearily lambasted arena of today’s sinful night; with the boundless fire of fearlessness in each of your ever-pervadingly altruistic footsteps, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start brilliantly illuminating every miserably asphyxiated cavern of today’s dolorous night; with the untamed fire of timelessly unbridled creativity in your brain, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start indefatigably illuminating every lugubriously crippled ingredient of today’s sordid night; with the uncurbed fire of miraculously ameliorating artistry in each of your resplendent fingers, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start interminably illuminating every wretchedly shriveled leaf of today’s ribald night; with the unsurpassable fire of everlastingly astounding virility in each of your bones, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start inexorably illuminating every tawdrily deteriorating element of today’s salacious night; with the invincible fire of eternal truth in your benign conscience, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start unstoppably illuminating every ghastily reproachful twig of today’s unpardonable night; with the undefeated fire of inimitably priceless symbiotism in each of your blessed veins, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start impregnably illuminating every hideously perverted cranny of today’s imperiling night; with the unshakable fire of effulgently resurgent enthusiasm in every naked patch of your eyes, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start incessantly illuminating every treacherously demeaning shadow of today’s incarcerated night; with the unassailable fire of immeasurably bountiful sensuality; in each of your seductive eyelashes, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start unrelentingly illuminating every haplessly victimized labyrinth of today’s vengeful night; with 189

the magical fire of ubiquitously peerless brotherhood; timelessly sparkling in each of your eye, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start tirelessly illuminating every vindictively tyrannized wind of today’s sacrilegious night; with the unconquerable fire of bounteous compassion; in every word that you truthfully spoke, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start triumphantly illuminating every hedonistically slavering pebble of today’s profane night; with the unlimited fire of victoriously unfettered perseverance; in each droplet of your golden sweat, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start endlessly illuminating every deplorably divested coffin of today’s acrimonious night; with the untainted fire of pristinely innocuous mellifluousness; in each decibel of your magnanimous voice, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start unflinchingly illuminating every truculently devastated shred of today’s jinxed night; with the limitless fire of spell bindingly ecumenical humanity; in each of your benevolently silken shadow, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start optimistically illuminating every diabolically staggering mortuary of today’s pugnacious night; with the uninterrupted fire of impeccably divinely mischief; in each pore of your vivaciously nubile skin, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start intransigently illuminating every sadistically morose jailhouse of today’s demonic night; with the unceasing fire of perpetually uplifting freedom; in each of your poignantly blessed stride, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start fantastically illuminating every acridly incorrigible thorn of today’s preposterous night; with the Omnipotent fire of perennially undaunted simplicity; in each of your inevitably humanitarian actions, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start indomitably illuminating every devilishly castrated whisper of today’s atrocious night; with the universal fire of unbreakably poignant belonging; in each of your enchantingly priceless heartbeat, If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start insuperably illuminating every sacrilegiously demented graveyard of today’s licentious night; with 190

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the spell binding fire of effulgently Omnipresent breath; in each of your bounteously titillating nostrils, And if you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then start royally illuminating every carnivorously stabbing battlefield of the dastardly night; with the unimaginable fire of uninhibitedly god-gifted beauty; in each perennially fructifying transpiration of your soul….

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INFALLIBLY MARRIED. YET YOU SAY THAT I’M A BACHELOR! Invincibly married to each droplet of my golden sweat; replenishing every miserably emaciated cranny of my wailing soul; with its virtue of irrefutably spell-binding perseverance; was I, Limitlessly married to each intrepid footstep that I traversed; wholesomely perpetuating every pore of my skin; with the spirit of timelessly rejuvenating adventure; was I, Insuperably married to each bountiful fantasy that I dreamt; miraculously metamorphosing every ounce of my inexplicable sorrow in my veins; into a paradise of surreally inexorable optimism, was I, Unconquerably married to each poignant blood-drop of mine; timelessly inculcating in me the egalitarian principles of inimitably peerless and priceless humanity; was I, Perennially married to each enchanting destiny line of mine; enigmatically assimilating the unceasingly untamed thrill of existence; which magnetically vacillated at every unfurling instant of bewitching life, Perpetually married to each follicle of my sensuously ravishing hair; exuberantly floating with the jubilantly ecstatic currents of breeze; which transcended me beyond the boundaries of fetidly gruesome manipulation; was I, Royally married to each fearlessly handsome of my bone; supremely exultating in my tirelessly altruistic strength; wholeheartedly utilizing every iota of the same to the service of benign living kind; was I, Triumphantly married to each of my fantastically blessing pulse; harmoniously existing for centuries immemorial; romancing in its quintessentially effulgent swirl; was I, Unlimitedly married to each of my blissfully reinvigorating smiles; which timelessly catapulted me to the topmost rung of victorious paradise; which was inhabited by only the aisles of unfettered desire; was I, Interminably married to each of my unstoppably burgeoning ambitions; making me feel the most pricelessly desirous puff of euphoric breath on every 192

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step that I traversed; was I, Unshakably married to each jubilantly scarlet blush of my cheek; which made me feel as the most sensitively nubile bride; shivering wholesomely naked under the full and profound rays of the midnight moon, was I, Eternally married to each mischievously dancing of my eyelash; which endlessly permeated me to frolic in unabashed abandon behind the magically rain-soaked meadows with the maidens of my choice; was I, Unassailably married to each globule of my unpretentious saliva; which compassionately charged every element of my drearily flailing persona as it ran down my throat like impregnable electricity; was I, Inseparably married to each pore of my brilliantly truthful conscience; which perennially repudiated every bit of acrimoniously ungainly lies from my nimble persona; was I, Majestically married to each of my pristinely titillating goose-bump; which triggered unsurpassable thunderbolts of ardently augmenting lightening in even the most infinitesimal of my shadow; was I, Unchallangeably married to each of cistern of empathy that dribbled from my eyes; engendering me to melt to even the most inconspicuous wail of all blessed humanity; was I, Intransigently married to each untamed fireball of virility that torrentially wafted from my demeanor; which made me feel the most immortally righteous organism on earth alive; was I, Infallibly married to each of my gloriously fervent breath; symbiotically harnessing the fathomless treasures of mother nature in every inhalation of my destined survival; was I, Indomitably married to each of my beautifully passionate heartbeat; endlessly imbibing the bonds of fearlessly unparalleled love in every aspect of my impoverished existence; was I, And yet you still say that I was a penuriously demented bachelor; yet you say that I’m a pathetically impotent bachelor; yet you say that I would forever remain a ludicrously unmanly bachelor; just and just because I didn’t marry a proper woman; according to your sets of norms and turgidly baseless idiosyncrasies; in the entire tenure of my life….

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HELP IS JUST A FINGERTIP AWAY… I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this fathomless planet; were to offer even a single altruistically compassionate cloth from our benign bodies; to befriend all those tormented by inexplicably horrific pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this boundless planet; were to offer even a single uninhibitedly enlightening smile from our selfless bodies; to befriend all those asphyxiated by treacherously inconsolable pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this gregarious planet; were to offer even a single teardrop of priceless empathy from our blessed bodies; to befriend all those slavering in uncouthly barbarous pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this limitless planet; were to offer even a single ray of insuperably burgeoning hope from our holistic bodies; to befriend all those despicably maimed and slithering in uncontrollable pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this iridescent planet; were to offer even a single muscle of fearlessness from our unflinching bodies; to befriend all those salaciously buried beyond a forlornly terrorizing graveyard of pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this stupefying planet; were to offer even a single eternally 194

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infallible fantasy from our symbiotic bodies; to befriend all those deplorably wailing in a coffin of unbearable pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this spell-binding planet; were to offer even a single droplet of miraculously patriotic blood from our synergistic bodies; to befriend all those gorily crucified by the gallows of unendingly stabbing pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this rejuvenating planet; were to offer even a single ounce of victoriously healing truth from our righteous bodies; to befriend all those truculently beheaded by the maelstroms of ghastly pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this pristine planet; were to offer even a single thread of euphorically uplifting friendship from our charismatic bodies; to befriend all those unstoppably tottering towards tawdrily victimizing pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this unsurpassable planet; were to offer even a single whisker of ardent good-will from our mellifluous bodies; to befriend all those hopelessly deteriorating in the crutches of uncannily torturous pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this indefatigable planet; were to offer even a single melodiously mollifying whisper from our celestial bodies; to befriend all those despondently incarcerated in the corpses of unprecedentedly mind-boggling pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this unending 195

planet; were to offer even a single earnestly illuminating prayer from our philanthropic bodies; to befriend all those utterly devastated in the hell of cold-blooded pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this spell-binding planet; were to offer even a single globule of effulgently amazing virility from our bodies; to befriend all those atrociously emaciating in the noose of diabolical pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this interminable planet; were to offer even a single element of unassailable companionship from our bodies; to befriend all those lecherously assassinated by the swords of sadistically demented pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this unfettered planet; were to offer even a single whiff of stupendously glorifying enchantment from our bodies; to befriend all those rotting in the gutters of treacherously remorseful pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this rhapsodic planet; were to offer even a single immortal destiny line from our mystical bodies; to befriend all those whose fortunes were being incessantly burnt in the flames of cadaverously jinxed pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this ecstatic planet; were to offer even a single ingredient of strength from our robust bodies; to befriend all those intransigently sleeping and awake with the daggers of inextinguishably murderous pain, I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this 196

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resplendent planet; were to offer even a single puff of unbelievably reinvigorating breath from our impeccable bodies; to befriend all those haplessly trembling on the uncouthly naked floors of ribald pain, And I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on this unlimited planet; were to offer even a single beat of immortally fructifying love from our bodies; to all those incarcerated and hideously wound in the chains of hedonistically devilish pain…

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THERE’S AN ANIMAL IN EACH ONE OF US… Be it in the form of the zillion ungainly abuses that blatantly drifted from our mouths; when we got provoked to the most unprecedented limits; for no ostensible reason or rhyme, Be it in the form of the zillion innocuous insects that we uncouthly trampled upon; in our relentless quest to reach the absolute apogees of indomitable superiority, Be it in the form of a zillion morsels of food that we cannibalistically consumed; in order to just transiently placate the insatiable hunger of our brutally emaciated stomachs, Be it in the form of a zillion egregiously jinxed curses that we emanated; when the resplendently embellished festoons of luck; weren’t running the slightest our destined way, Be it in the form of a zillion slaps that we ruthlessly slashed to our subjugated subordinate mates; for not punctiliously cleaning our unceremoniously dwindling leftovers, Be it in the form of a zillion nightmares of the mercilessly trumpeting devil; that inhabited virtually every sordidly lonely night; of our impoverished lifetime, Be it in the form of a zillion droplets of blood that we merrily feasted upon; of which was composed our most tantalizingly succulent meal of robustly marinated chicken, Be it in the form of a zillion goose-bumps of rapaciously unstoppable desire that crept up on our skins; as we witnessed the most poignantly alluring nakedness of the nubile opposite sex, Be it in the form of a zillion fragments of sordidly devastating lies that we shrewdly uttered; just in order to save us from the unsparingly penalizing gallows of truth, Be it in the form of a zillion guffaws of artificiality that we culminated into; just in order to be nefariously christened as a sanctimoniously spurious ingredient of the chauvinistic high society, Be it in the form of a zillion dastardly rapes that we fantasized about day and night; just in order to keep our nimbly peerless bodies in the most supremely invincible spirits, 198

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Be it in the form of a zillion ghastily crucifying battles that we unrelentingly fought; erecting palaces of livid gold and silver; on the foundations of countless an innocent blood, Be it in the form of a zillion elements of insidious adulteration that we’d unnervingly perpetuated into every quarter of this fathomless Universe; just so that our pockets always and inexhaustibly bulged with mindless prosperity, Be it in the form of a zillion fiasco political revolutions that we tried to invent; which were just a manifestation of our crazily distorted imagery; and in the treachery of which millions suffered and inexplicably succumbed, Be it in the form of a zillion consumptions of tawdry liquor and smoke; which we slurped at a speed faster than white light; and after which we sacrilegiously spat on every fraction of celestially venerated mother earth, Be it in the form of a zillion molecules of whimsical deliriousness that we gave shape to; preposterously deluging every bit of the ecstatically vibrant atmosphere; with the unforgivable stench of the plundering diabolical, Be it in the form of a zillion kicks that we gave to all those infirm; blind; maimed; poor; orphaned ..etc; blasphemously using them as invisible pulleys to transport us to the destination of our sadistic choice, Be it in the form of a zillion children that we gave birth to and then left to tirelessly beg on the obliviously dusty streets; just in order to appease the desire of our satanic flesh; in the first place, Be it in the form of a zillion betrayals that we permeated and underwent in the tenure of our entire lifetime; miserably shattering the immortally compassionate hearts of innumerable organisms; pricelessly existing on this spell-bindingly rhapsodic planet, O! yes; it could be in any infinite form; size; shape; color; intensity; but one thing’s irrefutably sure; certified; irrevocable and unstoppable; that there’s an unabashed ANIMAL IN EACH ONE OF US…

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IDEA… Without it even the most astoundingly greatest of musicians; would have simply nothing to mellifluously sing; incessantly flex the poignantly intricate chords of their throat till the corridors of untainted eternity, Without it even the most sensitively greatest of artists; would have simply nothing to inscrutably paint; tirelessly juggle the beautifully silken veins of their fingers in the mists of unabashed desire, Without it even the most spellbindingly greatest of dancers; would have simply nothing to timelessly gyrate on; mystically inundate every cranny of the remorsefully incarcerated atmosphere; with endlessly enchanting color and charm, Without it even the most symbiotically greatest of potters; would have simply nothing to jubilantly evolve; unceasingly perpetuate handsome shapes and life; to a mountain of worthlessly decrepit clay, Without it even the most brilliantly greatest of businessmen; would have simply nothing to ingeniously manipulate; interminably ensure the channelization of currency to all fraternities of the society, Without it even the most majestically greatest of surgeons; would have simply nothing to miraculously cure; indefatigably using myriad of new innovations to mitigate inexplicably excruciating pain, Without it even the most classically greatest of poets; would have simply nothing to unrelentingly fantasize; gorgeously embody fathomless sheets of barren paper with inimitably invincible literature, Without it even the most victoriously greatest of scientists; would have simply nothing to intriguingly discover; spawn an impregnable civilization of newness from lividly decrepit bits of sullen nothingness, Without it even the most experimentally greatest of farmers; would have simply nothing to freshly sow; harness worthlessly inane chunks of dead soil; into the most ubiquitously fructifying fruits of an optimistic tomorrow, Without it even the most triumphantly greatest of teachers; would have simply nothing to rhapsodically teach; permeate an entrenchment of inevitable curiosity; in ecstatically developing and nubile minds, 200

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Without it even the most piquantly greatest of critics; would have simply nothing to undyingly analyze; candidly endeavor to metamorphose every bit of inadvertent inferiority; into a utopia of infallible perfection, Without it even the most ebulliently greatest of sportsmen; would have simply nothing to indisputably excel; reach the absolute zenith of unassailably sparkling victory; as they extemporized every minute, Without it even the most patriotically greatest of world leaders; would have simply nothing to ecumenically celebrate; uninhibitedly evolve a heaven of newer and newer policies; for the egalitarian betterment of all living kind, Without it even the most tantalizingly greatest of writers; would have simply nothing to fictitiously embolden; perennially rest the robotically castrated foundation of this commercial world; on a pedestal of uninterrupted dreams, Without it even the most impeccably greatest of priests; would have simply nothing to bounteously preach; infallibly sermonize the ideals of a synergistically benign existence; from the perspective of the Gods, Without it even the most unimpeachably greatest of philanthropists; would have simply nothing to altruistically serve; limitlessly culminate into freshly born beams of hope and desire; in order to reach out to all those hopelessly asphyxiated in the coffins of parasitic salaciousness, Without it even the most compassionately greatest of builders; would have simply nothing to gorgeously erect; bless countless kilometers of aridly impotent land; with the most bewitchingly different and indomitable dwellings for all humanity, Without it even the most unconquerably greatest of minds; would have simply nothing to undefeatedly think; peerlessly gallop into the most fantastically unadulterated tunnels of desire and longing; for times immemorial, As the entire boundless world and every single organism who has breathed; is living and shall continue to holistically exist; lives upon it; depends upon it; prosperously thrives upon it; timelessly romanticizes in its unfettered glory; and eventually dies if there’s not the tiniest trace of an exhilarating “IDEA”…. 201

THE BEST OF THE BEST OF THE INFINITE BEST… I didn’t want to be like the best ocean on this Universe; unrelentingly kissing nothing else but the gloriously pristine shores, I didn’t want to be like the best mountain on this Universe; unassailably towering like an unflinching citadel; even in the most hedonistically acrimonious of maelstroms, I didn’t want to be like the best forest on this Universe; mystically swishing to the exuberantly enigmatic winds of time; all night and beautiful day, I didn’t want to be like the best pearl on this Universe; unconquerably enthralling even the most treacherously alien; with my resplendently majestic shimmer and shine, I didn’t want to be like the best statue on this Universe; indefatigably having a gargantuan battalion of impeccable devotees; flocking my feet in humble obeisance and perennially round the clock, I didn’t want to be like the best flower on this Universe; unbelievably pacifying even the most horrendously unlimited trace of pain; with my stupendously royal scent, I didn’t want to be like the best cloud on this Universe; perpetually deluging every disconcertingly bereaved cranny of parched earth; with my exotically tantalizing raindrops, I didn’t want to be like the best watch on this Universe; nonplussing 202

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even the most astonishingly ingenious of organisms with my timelessly ticking and invincible perfection, I didn’t want to be like the best dwelling on this Universe; assimilating even the most infinitesimally insipid beauty of this romantically panoramic planet; in my blissfully compassionate swirl, I didn’t want to be like the best artist on this Universe; miraculously churning an unfathomable ocean of godliness; even in the most inanely pulverized scrap of impoverished paper, I didn’t want to be like the best philosopher on this Universe; with even the most indomitable of superpowers bowing down like flaccid mice; on my incongruously bohemian feet, I didn’t want to be like the best bird on this Universe; magically sailing like an impregnable prince through even portions above azure sky; stooping down with extraordinarily nonchalant ease; to pluck at the fish of my choice, I didn’t want to be like the best clown on this Universe; perpetuating even the most drearily dying entity; to fulminate into a cloudburst of enchantingly newborn laughter, I didn’t want to be like the best prodigy on this Universe; perpetually shutting the mouths of every single entity elder to me with my uncannily inimitable charisma; and right since the very first cry of my life, I didn’t want to be like the best adventurer on this Universe; 203

intrepidly singing through an indefatigable number of arcane twists and turns; fearlessly snoozing with the snakes all throughout the heart of iridescently twinkling midnight, I didn’t want to be like the best lover on this Universe; altruistically sacrificing my infinite lives and breath; for the person I so impregnably cherished and loved, I didn’t want to be like the best fragrance on this Universe; incredulously titillating one and all handsomely alike; with my eternally spell binding scent, I didn’t want to be like the best luminary on this Universe; perennially radiating and marvelously serenaded; by unshakable cynosure; cynosure and just relentless cynosure, I just wanted to be myself; I just wanted to be the human I was destined to be; For in the first case no entity tangible or intangible; no organism or human on this planet could ever be or ever dream of being the best; as the “ Best” would perpetually remain the Almighty Lord who had created them all, All of them as a holistically symbiotic institutions in themselves; blissfully proliferating the mantra’s of his sacrosanct existence; but still ethereally infinitesimal molecules when compared to his Omnipotent stature; 204

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as he was the only ultimate; the only BEST OF THE BEST OF THE INFINITE BEST….

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THE SILENCE OF DEATH…. A silence. Which torturously maimed every filament of effulgently blissful imagination. Which ensured that there could exist no more spell-binding fantasy; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was dreaded even by the greatest of humanitarian saints. Which was the most ghastily penalizing meditation into the corpses of atrociously diabolical hell; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was the most meaninglessly amorphous form of tawdrily asphyxiating emptiness. Which wholeheartedly invited only the salaciously plundering devil; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was the most indescribably jinxed shit of lies. Which was swarmed with nothing else but irreparably hedonistic disease; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which doomed the most holistically prosperous of civilizations into satanic dust. Which hadn’t the tiniest integrity of its own; being molested and indiscriminately marauded by an infinite devils; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which put a parasitic full stop to every ingredient of perennial love burgeoning in the atmosphere. Which miserably stifled even the most infinitesimal of desire in its very roots; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was ubiquitously loathed by one and all on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe. Which wafted a sacrilegious stench of everything horrendously burnt on this boundless earth; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which perpetuated only an indefinable number of people to hysterically cry. Which hideously evaporated every globule of inimitably priceless sensuality into an oblivion of lugubrious dread; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was more callously disheartening than chewing the most obdurately emotionless cliffs of steel. Which irrefutably proved that the whole world was nothing else but a penuriously disappearing horizon; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was the most unforgivably perverted form of sin on mystical earth. Which inevitably dissolved into an infinite pools of fetidly venomous 206

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helplessness; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which solely led to the graveyards of preposterously impoverished deliriousness. Which permeated a vindictive gloom of sadism into every innocent heart existing; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which ironically transcended all definitions of inhuman torture. Which forlornly rendered even the most iridescently euphoric aspect of existence as treacherously insane nothingness; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which incarcerated every organism existing on planet divine with a gloom of inexplicably appalling despair. Which had not even the most evanescent of rejuvenating awakening; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was the most derogatorily slandering parasite on this invincible earth. Which gruesomely blinded every eternal thought process into the gorge of ominous hopelessness; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which tyrannically devastated every tangible trace of virility into a ludicrously impotent ghost. Which perpetually loitered in the deplorable mortuaries of feckless uncertainty; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was more blacker than the most perilously cursed shades of midnight. Which deliberately debilitated each ounce of compassionate fortitude in the atmosphere to a skeleton of acrid betrayal; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was nothing but a worthlessly stinking carrion for the vultures of hatred to pillage. Which deplorably castrated every ounce of handsome energy into the gallows of extinction; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which led neither to the past; present or immediately optimistic future. Which was wholesomely and wretchedly circumscribed by solely the very last breath of emollient life; forever and ever and ever. Such was the silence of inconsolably gory and unstoppably lambasting death…

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FERTILITY…. Fertility. Is what every true brain on this fathomless Universe unrelentingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most invincibly spell binding festoon of ideas; upon which countless more generations ahead could solely run. Fertility. Is what every true soil on this boundless Universe endlessly seeks; in order to blossom into the most robustly enamoring of fruit and food; wonderfully mollifying the preposterously emaciated stomachs of trillions thereby. Fertility. Is what every true finger on this limitless Universe unceasingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most fructifying canvases of royally unfettered artistry; brilliantly metamorphosing even the most infinitesimal speck of robotically brutally monotony; into an unimpeachably spotless paradise; thereby. Fertility. Is what every true sky on this untiring Universe ardently seeks; in order to blossom into the most tantalizingly rhapsodic of clouds; which perennially ensured that planet earth triumphantly bloomed with compassion and not lecherously lamenting drought. Fertility. Is what every true ocean on this astounding Universe undyingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most quintessential frosty cisterns of salt; upon which profusely relied the taste buds of the entire resplendently living race. Fertility. Is what every true throat on this effulgent Universe interminably seeks; in order to blossom into the most mellifluously titillating tunes of togetherness; to which every cranny of this remorsefully manipulative planet today; danced in uninhibitedly vivacious abandon. Fertility. Is what every true flesh on this timeless Universe infallibly seeks; in order to blossom into the most victorious goose-bumps of insuperable excitement; which blissfully transcended the whiplashes of inexplicable desperation forever and ever and ever. Fertility. Is what every true eye on this unending Universe constantly seeks; in order to blossom into the most intriguingly bewitching of panoramic fantasy; which inculcated fresh rays of hope into even the most ghastily extinguishing organism on this planet. 208

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Fertility. Is what every true armpit on this inexhaustible Universe tirelessly seeks; in order to blossom into the most euphorically exhilarating droplets of golden sweat; which miraculously transformed all oblivions of profane laziness into perpetually emollient perseverance. Fertility. Is what every true mother on this optimistic Universe indefatigably seeks; in order to blossom into the most pricelessly impregnable fountains of milk; so that there evolves a formidably fearless and undefeated generation; of the tomorrow. Fertility. Is what every true man and woman on this majestic Universe unendingly seek; in order to blossom into the most fragrantly blessed chapters of god’s creation; which forever ensured that none could put brakes to the symbiotic proliferation of planet divine. Fertility. Is what every true mirror on this eternal Universe intransigently seeks; in order to blossom into the most irrefutably unconquerable reflections of honesty; which acted as the sole pivot for gripping the chords of this bounteously jubilant planet. Fertility. Is what every true soldier on this inscrutable Universe inextricably seeks; in order to blossom into the most peerlessly blazing sun of martyrdom; so that countless other innocent civilians could forever sleep in unfettered peace. Fertility. Is what every true Sun on this unconquerable Universe uncompromisingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most triumphant beams of unprejudiced heroism; which enlightened every pathetically beleaguered space upon this iridescent planet. Fertility. Is what every true vein on this benign Universe wholeheartedly seeks; in order to blossom into the most impeccably egalitarian and humanitarian droplets of blood; which timelessly amalgamated every speck of the planet into the threads of unassailably noble brotherhood. Fertility. Is what every true bee on this Samaritan Universe fervently seeks; in order to blossom into the most unbelievably melodious caverns of honey; which put all wanton consternation in the atmosphere to an eternal rest. Fertility. Is what every true soul on this ebullient Universe undefeatedly seeks; in order to blossom into the most benevolent ideals of peace; harmony; friendship and humanity; upon which were erected the 209

original foundations of this planet; by the Almighty Lord. Fertility. Is what every true nostril on this poignant Universe inexorably seeks; in order to blossom into the most inimitably pungent chapters of sparkling life; which paid an wholesomely incorrigible deaf ear; to the wails of the devil and death. And Fertility. Is what every true heart on this spectacular Universe incessantly seeks; in order to blossom into the most torrentially Omnipotent Cloudshowers of love; which were the ultimate panacea for every disease and suffering ever thriving on this impoverished planet.

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CHEERS…. Cheers ! To every ounce of marvelously benign sensitivity on this fathomlessly jubilant planet. Which forever ensured that the spirit of compassionate belonging; insuperably thrived. Cheers ! To every ounce of naturally panoramic beauty on this wonderfully enamoring planet. Which forever ensured that there wouldn’t be the tiniest of space for the dreaded prisons of robotic commercialism. Cheers ! To every ounce of brilliantly Omnipotent Sunlight on this triumphantly unfettered planet. Which forever ensured that the rays of blazing optimism wholesomely devoured even the most evanescent shade of ghastily blackened negativity. Cheers ! To every ounce of altruistically godly simplicity on this beautifully iridescent planet. Which forever ensured that all wantonly prejudiced pretension dissolved into the corpse of inane nothingness. Cheers ! To every ounce of victoriously glorious truth on this redolently unconquerable planet. Which forever ensured that the pugnacious mortuary of lies seemed more invisible than the thinnest wisps of nocturnal air. Cheers ! To every ounce of majestically poignant fertility on this boundlessly burgeoning planet. Which forever ensured that mother earth continued its endlessly blessed chapters of unassailable proliferation. Cheers ! To every ounce of tirelessly emollient adventure on this ecstatically romanticizing planet. Which forever ensured that the gallows of bawdy monotony and politics; were buried an infinite feet beneath non-existent mud. Cheers ! To every ounce of euphorically virile rain on this limitlessly bestowing planet. Which forever ensured that graveyards of oblivious barrenness; merrily bloomed with stupendously reinvigorating freshness. Cheers ! To every ounce of mischievously pristine flirtation on this symbiotically fragrant planet. Which forever ensured that the exultation of youth remained perennial; even countless centuries after horrifically asphyxiating death. Cheers ! To every ounce of peerlessly inimitable 211

bravery on this ubiquitously ebullient planet. Which forever ensured that those dastardly who atrociously sold their mother’s and wives; received the highest rebukes and punishment of devilish hell. Cheers ! To every ounce of righteously impregnable faithfulness on this blissfully venerated planet. Which forever ensured that the body of sacrilegious betrayal choked and gasped an infinite times for priceless breath; before eventually succumbing to the coffins of extinction. Cheers ! To every ounce of unfathomably iridescent fantasy on this royally unhindered planet. Which forever ensured that the brain evolved a civilization of invincibly fructifying newness. Cheers ! To every ounce of celestially subliming sermon on this happily palpitating planet. Which forever ensured that the dungeons of treacherously victimizing illiteracy; could never ever see the face of light. Cheers ! To every ounce of synergistic fruit and food-grain on this regally insatiable planet. Which forever ensured that dormitories of hapless impoverishment; would ardently mélange with the fabric of mother nature’s astounding fertility. Cheers ! To every ounce of magically ameliorating artistry on this uninhibitedly musical planet. Which forever ensured that every organism irrespective of caste; creed; color or tribe; handsomely floated in the clouds of surreally inebriating dreams. Cheers ! To every ounce of miraculously untainted creativity on this unabashedly sensuous planet. Which forever ensured that the winds of timelessly rejuvenating freshness; convivially kissed every naked patch of bizarre disease. Cheers ! To every ounce of fierily undefeated breath on this fantastically unbridled planet. Which forever ensured that the cistern of life reigned as the most supreme command; even an infinite moments after destined death. Cheers ! To every ounce of thunderously unshakable heartbeat on this spell-bindingly tantalizing planet. Which forever ensured that the wave of Immortally heavenly love; embraced one and all enchantingly alike. Cheers ! To every ounce of unbelievably selfless humanity on this inscrutably flowering planet. Which forever ensured that every organism holistically alive; was in interminable company of Omnipresent 212

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brotherhood. And now I can most proudly and by the grace of Omniscient Lord Almighty Lord proclaim to the entire world; that my drink is actually and in its most truest sense; finished…

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and frosty sea; or be it the hideously sweltering sands of the acrimonious desert; which indiscriminately torched everything to decrepit meaninglessness; Be it the wings of unconquerably blessing desire; or be it the most disastrously apocalyptic path of delinquent hopelessness; which gave an infinite curses every unveiling instant, Be it the pillow of magically ameliorating green leaves; or be it the most worthlessly castigating coffin of charcoal; which blackened not just the body; but irrevocably adulterated the soul, Be it the victoriously breeze laden open roof-top terrace; or be it the most sinfully strangulating gallows of penurious prison; from which drifted solely the cries of the barbarously plundering demon, Be it the spell-bindingly slow clad apogees of undefeated Everest; or be it the most ridiculously infinitesimal mole hills of the ant; which rendered fresh strength to the corridors of invisibility; every unraveling minute, Be it the magically rejuvenating rockbed under the iridescently sparkling waterfall; or be it the sinister witch’s abode; which intransigently screamed nothing but the most diabolical wails of death, Be it the fields of flirtatiously liberated corn; or be it the most robotically disgruntled match-boxed offices of sheer manipulation; from which arose nothing else but the cries of haplessly dying vindication, Be it the rhapsodically spongy cakes of insatiable prosperity; or be it the most stinkingly depraved carrion; upon which feasted an unfathomable number of inconsolably sacrilegious vultures, Be it the perennially undefeated lion’s cave; or be it the miserably clammy rats den; which was inhabited by nothing else but the derogatorily rebuking spirit of staleness, Just doesn’t matter the slightest. Because when sleep inevitably comes; it doesn’t see the time; place; circumstance that you’re placed in; simply and invincibly shutting your eyes to even the most evanescent consternation in the atmosphere; timelessly ensuring that whenever you awoke; you witnessed every bit of the fathomlessly undying Universe; in the most optimistically rejuvenated and Omnipotent of light…

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Blisters are horrendously external, Devils are solely physical, Resemblance’s are amazingly accidental, Rates are vacillatingly quotational, Bad are always optional, Assassins are obliviously cremational, Hatred is shattering interval, Staunchness is inherently rural, Force is ghastly denial, Ambiguity is sleazily dual, Superficiality is supremely facial, Clowns are wholeheartedly jovial, Diffident are indefatigably skeptical, Happiness is celestially floral, Imprisonment is an traumatizing ordeal, Faithfulness is an everlasting moral, Tangible are inevitably mortal, God is perpetually immortal, Unity is timelessly eternal, Addiction is obsessively habitual, Thoughts are royally pictorial, Genes are ostensibly racial, Universe is marvelously total, Time is unavoidably alluvial, Devotion is magnanimously cathedral, Lasers are contemporarily digital, Thrones are glitteringly imperial, Encounters are puristically circumstantial, Grasslands are placidly pastoral, Infidelity is mockingly neonatal, Humanity is irrefutably vital, Blessings are exuberantly instrumental, Adventures are euphorically inspirational, Philanderers are alluringly bilingual, Success is thoroughly motivational, Separation is tragically emotional, Assimilation is incessantly educational, Patriotism is ebulliently national, Peace is divinely international, Goodwill is symbiotically rational, Greedy are disastrously nominal, Indigenous are intrinsically tribal, Jokes are capriciously trivial, Oppressors are brutally satirical, Robots are astoundingly mechanical, Oceans are fantastically tidal, Fairies are impeccably sensual, Earth is incredibly substantial, 217

Bees are rambunctiously vocal, Cuckoos are austerely punctual, Diseases are cripplingly sabbatical, Bullets are venomously cylindrical, Seductresses are profusely ornamental, Alphabets are harmoniously sequential, Wink is a flirtatious signal, Love is immortally magical, And life is enchantingly musical…

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TRUTH Initially as much as it might sting you like a billion acrimonious thorns, Eventually it blossomed into the most fragrant flower of prosperity; inundating each of your senses with unprecedented happiness… Initially as much as it might lethally pierce you like a thousand knives; strangulating you forever in its explicitly candid swirl, Eventually it emerged as the most Omnipotent warrior in this Universe; pacifying your every apprehension; with its divine ointment of life…. Initially as much as it deluged you with profusely debilitating winds of despair; stealing your last hope of blissful survival, Eventually it put you to an eternal slumber; making you fantasize unfathomable kilometers beyond the land of rhapsodic paradise… Initially as much as it separated you from the ones you dearly loved; pinching you pertinently at every step you alighted to survive, Eventually it immortalized the spirit of your celestial existence; bonding your soul for centuries unsurpassable; with the Omnipresent aura of the Almighty…. Initially as much as it lambasted you on your nakedly shivering skin; whilst your manipulative comrades snored in cloud covers of opulent luxury and wine, Eventually it granted you; your every philanthropic desire; making you the richest man alive on the trajectory of this never ending planet… Initially as much as it melted you like an inconspicuous pancake; whilst your lecherous fellow mates danced in the aisles of seductive jubilation and exotic excitement, Eventually it enlightened every stage of your life with invincible light; savoring for you; all the immaculate goodness that lay hidden on mother earth…. Initially as much as it slaughtered all your energy to breathe; viciously kicking you like a dog; beyond the summit of disgruntling nothingness, 219

Eventually it showered upon you the entire power trespassing on soil; saw to it that your every benevolent dream ripened into an enchanting reality… Initially as much as it pulverized you to soggy bits of frigid ash; devouring every iota of your conviction; like an untamed horde of ruthless crocodiles, Eventually it cast a spell of perennially mesmerizing innocence in your eyes; which won you the most cherished love of your life… And initially as much as it devastated you left; right and center; reducing your robust caricature to an impoverished corpse; as the world sung and merrily laughed outside, Eventually it ensured that you were the sole winner; towering over the monotonous definitions of a stale yesterday; ebulliently bouncing and alive to face; a countless more fantastically righteous tomorrow’s… O! yes it’s upto you to believe it or not; implement the same in your lives, But I for one live for TRUTH all night and day; will salute it above the most influential of living kind; even centuries after I die…

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I MIGHT BE JOBLESS I might be jobless; not frequenting the spuriously bombastic interiors of office once again, But I was definitely not without spell binding fantasy; dreaming in a land of paradise; while my pompously suited mates out there; battered their heads in the choking conference room… I might be jobless; not stepping in the realms of my miserably claustrophobic office once again, But I was definitely not without enthusiasm; blossoming into untamed newness every unleashing minute; while my manipulatively perspiring mates out there; acrimoniously ran for their blood; when the big boss absconded merrily on his tour…. I might be jobless; not entering the dingily squashed interiors of murderous office; as the clock ticked past 9; once again, But I was definitely not without enthrallment; having the time of my life with the girl of my dreams; while my disdainfully mundane mates out there; barked indefatigably on their subordinates; eventually collapsing on cold floor; in utter frustration and tiredness… I might be jobless; not bowing down pretentiously in front of my pot-bellied boss every morning; once again, But I was definitely not without freedom; gallivanting to the most exuberantly remote place that I wanted; while my collared mates out there; pathetically grimaced in lecherous agony; sighting each other’s monthly emoluments…. I might be jobless; not sitting like a slithering goldfish in my seat before everyone arrived in office; at the crack of dawn; once again, But I was definitely not without my art; perceiving the most stupendously grandiloquent imagery on this fathomless Universe; while my sanctimoniously attired compatriots out there; marched left; right; and center; to the tunes of ruthlessly never ending clients… I might be jobless; not polishing the shoes of my seniors; as they ordered me like a slave in office; 221

once again, But I was definitely not without optimistic hope; dancing in the aisles of tantalizing seduction; while my frigidly clean shaven friends out there; clapped and laughed to even the most poorest joke of the boss; embracing his battalion of children; like their very own… I might be jobless; not conceiving sleazy management policies; while my boss snored in heavenly bliss; once again, But I was definitely not without astronomical conviction; plunging into the valley of ebullient adventure every unleashing minute; while my commercially tyrannical counterparts; burnt their conscience’s out there; in a pool of derogatory smoke and rebuke… I might be jobless; not touching the feet of my hopelessly dictatorial supremo; once again, But I was definitely not without enigmatic mysticism; drowning myself profusely in the swirl of melody and enchantment; while my conventionally tycoon mates out there; hideously plotted behind each other’s backs; to catapult to the pinnacle of baseless power… And I might be jobless; not frequenting the boundaries of abominably rotting office ever in my life; once again, But I was definitely not without life; leading; romanticizing; exploring it to the fullest as each night ripened into day; while my fellow mates out there; died a million deaths every second; in the murderous rat race to be the absolute best…

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TO KILL Rays of glorious optimism; to kill the treacherously ghastly darkness of the sullen night, Avalanches of tantalizing mysticism; to kill dreadful chapters of fetidly rotting monotony, Dewdrops of philanthropic benevolence; to kill the bloody war of indiscriminate hatred, Pearls of perpetual wisdom; to kill the famished tyranny of hopelessly debilitating illiteracy, Cloudbursts of rhapsodic fantasy; to kill the painstaking agony of mutilating boredom, Fountains of mesmerizing scent; to kill the disdainfully traumatic odor of manipulative prejudice, Tornados of Herculean strength; to kill devastating laziness; slithering baselessly on chocolate brown wisps of mundane soil, Fabulously sweet cocoons of honey; to kill ruthless animosity; parasitically sucking all tribes, Fireballs of untamed passion; to kill cold blooded frigidity; irrevocably refusing the web of mystique and love, Mountains of astronomical conviction; to kill disastrous diffidence; deluged perennially in mournful remorse, Rainshowers of irrefutable truth; to kill satanic chains of hideously ostentatious lies, Swords of patriotic triumph; to kill traitors beheading their divinely sacrosanct motherland, Volcano’s of unprecedented ecstasy; to kill self inflicted wounds of gory sorrow; tumultuously proliferating after caressing land, Winds of insurmountable ambition; to kill utterly nonchalant staring into murky space; for centuries immemorial, Voices of impeccably boisterous activity; to kill everlasting hours of compellingly abominable sleep, Nostalgic reflections of childhood; to kill inevitably advancing age; and the fear of relinquishing all energy, Romantic clouds of majestic art; to kill savage corruption and irate blasphemy of the living; in the stringently conventional society, Perpetually augmenting thunderbolts of love; to kill insidiously capricious and perilous hatred, And immortal rainbows of Godly life; to kill the heart 223

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DON’T Don’t enchantingly smile; and then speak of hopelessly diabolical destruction, Don’t vivaciously dance; and then think of life beneath the morbid coffins, Don’t wholeheartedly embrace; and then insidiously plot agains’t the lives of orphaned children, Don’t tantalizingly dream; and then talk of being lambasted by commercial whips of manipulative reality, Don’t gallop like an untamed tornado; and then perceive of spending life in eccentrically reclusive seclusion, Don’t sow the seeds of blossoming fertility; and then step into the tunnel of perennially stinking darkness, Don’t immaculately wink; and then behave like an uncouth bartender on the boisterous streets, Don’t uninhibitedly thank; and then pierce a menacing knife into the back of your philanthropic comrades, Don’t melodiously sing; and then infiltrate like a hideous devil; into all sects of the wonderfully impeccable society, Don’t mystically intrigue; and then form an eternal bondage; with monotonously lecherous business tycoons, Don’t ardently pray; and then start to indiscriminately assassinate unsuspecting civilizations; like diminutive mosquito and inconspicuous prey, Don’t worship your mother; and then satanically devastate tiny infants; from their cozy dwellings and divinely parents, Don’t reside in harmonious solitude; and then disseminate the most treacherously fearful voice; into serene air lingering outside, Don’t sacredly bless; and then devilishly paralyze every organism alive; with your ominously abhorrent spell, Don’t paint beautifully; and then abominably bludgeon and pulverize the panoramic landscape; with your wickedly bohemian feet, Don’t fruitfully evolve; and then blow your decayed breath; polluting the symbiotically functioning planet, Don’t say “I love you”; and then shatter the threads of holy matrimony; of all couples passionately married and alive, 225

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PERFECTLY O.K. Laziness is perfectly O.K.; as long as you ensure a world of dream and tantalizing fantasy for your fellow mates; engulfed with hopeless despair, Overwhelming frustration is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure; blissfully smooth pathways; for your Nation marching towards everlasting prosperity, Weakness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure Herculean strength; for all those tottering towards the brink of horrendous extinction, Boredom is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure stupendously jubilant rhapsody for destitute urchins; disastrously shivering without their parents, Darkness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure a fabulous civilization of vibrantly optimistic light; for all organisms brutally incarcerated within dungeons of despicable blackness, Monotony is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure a planet more voluptuously ravishing than paradise; for all those treacherously blinded; without the tiniest iota of sight, To bleed is perfectly O.K; as long as you miraculously heal the savagely vindicated wounds of patriotic comrades injured in war, Overwhelmingly diminutive is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that the severely maimed slithering on soil; attained a status more invincible than the Himalayas, Being a bedraggled beggar was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that all mothers diabolically kicked by the hideously conventional society; metamorphosed to the most opulent beings on this boundless Universe,] Reducing to a bundle of inconspicuous ash was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure to procreate countless more entities of your kind; marvelously philandering under resplendent rays of the milky moon, Painstakingly slow is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that your gruesomely debilitated compatriots; raced like a tornado past the finishing line, Staying insurmountably famished was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; all those satanically starved; replenished their bellies with exotically enticing food, 227

Dithering to a mute shadow was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; the seed of perpetual humanity blossomed into an impregnable tree, Pathetically dark is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; all faces enveloped with disease and sooty dust; transformed into the most mesmerizing silhouettes; on this earth, Utter dumbness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; the voice of each deplorably tyrannized; poignantly reached the ultimate harbingers of solidarity and peace, Ludicrously drowning is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; all those innocent children lost; safely reached their formidably secure abodes, Indefatigably weeping is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; a perennially proliferating smile; lit up the faces of all those besieged with traumatized agony and inexplicable pain, Aimlessly sky gazing is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; a wave of insatiable ambition enveloped all those rendered jobless; and disdainfully slavering without a firm purpose in life, Sacrificing the love of your life was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that a wave of unconquerable love; united every broken heart in the swirl of compassionately revered relationship, And relinquishing breath wholeheartedly is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure life in every dead thereafter; creating infinite of your kind; every time the earth was born again; and again and again…

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BISCUIT OF BLACK IRON For me; it was a blissful messiah; as I scribbled boundless lines of exquisitely spell binding literature; with its exotically scintillating nib, For the butcher; it was his daily bread and butter; as he immaculately sliced hideously distorted bones and meat with its sparkling edge; to optimally gratify his endless repertoire of famished customers, For the bird; it was an infinitesimal chunk that imparted all the holistic fortification required to her divinely nest; sequestered her innocuous siblings; from gruesomely torrential showers of; tumultuously acrimonious rain, For the cyclist; it was his ultimate exhilaration to ebulliently lead life; as he insatiably galloped on its shimmeringly rotund strips all night and day; frolicked in the aisles of unprecedented desire; till the time he lived, For the prisoner; it was his most maniacally depressing stages of existence; as he remorsefully wailed behind its tyrannical monotony; wholesomely helpless to surge even an inch forward, For the edifice; it was its harmoniously unassailable strength; handsomely blended with glorious ingredients of cement and concrete; magnanimously supporting it against the most heinous of earthquake; and cataclysmic tornado’s, For the nomad; it was an irascibly pertinent thorn; as it proved to be an ominous misnomer amidst the naturally bountiful foliage; sporadically grazing past the contours of his innocent face and feet; to inflict brutal scabs of viciousness, For the ship; it was an indispensable angel of incredulously compassionate solidarity; as it held fathomless tons of cargo and kin on its base; churned ahead like a royal prince; unflinchingly even amongst a diabolical battalion of whales and sharks, For the watch; it was the most glittering tool of success; as it incessantly ticked to candidly divulge scrupulously unveiling time; sagaciously admonished one and all regarding; the cracking of mesmerizing dawn; and the perils of the vindictively sultry night, For the dog; it was an elusively ghastly witch; as it broke all his gorgeous fortress of teeth; every time he greedily mistook it; for his robustly tantalizing 229

dinner, For the lake; it was an abhorrently dreaded monster; as it invidiously infiltrated into its satiny bed; horrendously corrupting the celestial synergy; of its blissfully bequeathing soul, For the diamond; it was the most barbaric giant on earth alive; as it indefatigably yearned for diffusing grandiloquent glitter and voluptuous aura; incarcerated by all humans behind its morbidly dolorous walls, For the bloodstream; it was a deleteriously gory impediment; as it slowly corroded and dissipated its disgusting toxins; in the poignantly ecstatic and unending balcony of intricate veins, For the castle; it was a miraculous savior of vivacious life; as it guarded the grandeur all perilous night with its treacherously serrated periphery; while the Kings and Queens snored impregnably to their hearts content, For the singer; it was the most priceless possession of her life; as she timelessly held its sparkling body near her melodious throat; reaching the divinity in her enchanting voice; to spell bound audiences; far and wide across the trajectory of this fathomless planet, For the teacher; it was the most inevitable tool that he could ever posses; as he controlled countless unruly and rambunctious students; with a single swish of its menacingly bludgeoning swirl, For the patriot; it was a blessing in blissful disguise; as he majestically held it to confront the most lecherously advancing enemies; beheaded diabolically heinous traitors; with its satanically sharp and shimmering edge, For the laborer; it was an unfathomably insidious burden; as he fulminated into a river of painstaking perspiration; bearing its disgracefully overwhelming load; upon his nimbly impoverished back, O! Yes; A blessing in heavenly disguise for some; while the most goriest curse of existence for those frugally remaining; A priceless charm for some; while the most insipid anecdote in life for those synergistically surviving; was the one and only; black since the very first cry of birth; biscuit of black iron…

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IN-BORN STRENGTHS Romance indefatigably and with piquant enchantment; to your most unassailably integral mountain; of in-born strengths, Dance ingratiatingly and with tantalizing charisma; to your most fabulously impeccable repertoire; of in-born strengths, Fantasize intransigently and with incessant fascination; to your most fathomlessly intrepid ocean; of in-born strengths, Gallop patriotically and with unflinching brazenness; to your most invincibly blazing Sun; of in-born strengths, Donate benevolently and with unequivocal humanity; to your most spellbindingly colossal kaleidoscope; of in-born strengths, Listen ardently and with insatiable fervor; to your most gloriously glimmering fountain; of in-born strengths, Sleep sensuously and with blissful contentment; to your most blisteringly dynamic goalhouse; of in-born strengths, Laugh wholeheartedly and with ebulliently emollient gusto; to your most divinely unsurpassable armory; of in-born strengths, Sing harmoniously and with unprecedented artistry in your voice; to your most ubiquitously endless river; of in-born strengths, Walk flamboyantly and with an unfathomable urge to reach philanthropic targets; to your most gloriously synergistic cocoon; of in-born strengths, Philosophize humbly and with ecstatically untamed belief; to your most poignantly celestial stream; of in-born strengths, Discover gallantly and with overwhelming enigma; to your most resplendently twinkling sky; of in-born strengths, Serve irrevocably and with the unconquerable spirit of mankind; to your most passionately Omnipotent idol; of in-born strengths, Invest judiciously and with astounding pragmatism; to your most grandiloquently intrinsic castle; of in-born strengths, Write candidly and with intricately silken graciousness; to your most irrefutably honest 231

treasury; of in-born strengths, Pray fearlessly and with a wave of benign calm enveloping the soul; to your most scintillatingly sacrosanct candle; of in-born strengths, Evolve intriguingly and with incomprehensibly bountiful vigor; to your most beautifully tranquil civilization; of in-born strengths, Breathe compassionately and with the overpowering elixir to lead life; to your most stupendously fortified fortress; of in-born strengths, Love immortally and with impregnably never dying tenacity; to your most celestially vivacious river; of in-born strengths, Over and above all; Live symbiotically and with the relentless aspiration to conquer an infinite deaths; to your most magnanimously bestowing lamp; of in-born strengths…..

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TRUE SATISFACTION True satisfaction lies in feeding the devastatingly deprived; not in ruthlessly snatching the last morsel of food from their pathetically starved stomachs; just to tantalize your spuriously non-existent buds of baseless taste, True satisfaction lies in educating the ludicrously illiterate; not in barbarically extricating their last iota of discerning consciousness; just to meaninglessly tingle the soles of your; sordidly treacherous feet, True satisfaction lies in uplifting the disastrously maimed to the ultimate destination of their choice; not in savagely excoriating the mercurial conglomerate of flesh and bone on their staggering body; just to uselessly placate your skin; with bombastic warmth, True satisfaction lies in philanthropically assisting the blind to cross the rambunctious street; not in invidiously climbing over their hapless shoulders; just in order to meet your boss on the other side; before your manipulative colleague could, True satisfaction lies in becoming the profuse source of sound for the unfathomably deaf; not in ecstatically occupying their horrifically debilitated eardrum; just in order to profoundly mystify your commercial senses; with the carpet of darkness inside, True satisfaction lies in speaking vociferously for the horrendously dumb; not in insidiously maneuvering their innocence towards the diabolical gallows; just in order to save your murderously stinking life, True satisfaction lies in rescuing the innocuously orphaned infant drowning uncontrollably in the satanic waters; not in using his impeccable countenance as a lifeboat; just in order to reach invincibly to the other side of the; gloriously shimmering shores, True satisfaction lies in placating the dreadfully dreary senses of a fatigued traveler; not in perennially resting and parasitically feasting on his wavering shadow; just to pacify the already supremely satisfied elements in his blood, True satisfaction lies in sowing seeds of invincible peace in resplendent soil; not in mercilessly 233

massacring fathomless forests of beauty with swords of heinous corruption; just in order to embellish your pompous castles; with biscuits of extra silver, True satisfaction lies in; marvelously becoming the voice of the tyrannically molested; not in ominously snatching every word before it even crept up their nimble throat; just to be thunderously heard; by all powerhouses and kingdoms in the world; alike, True satisfaction lies in; benevolently embracing all those old and despondently struggling; not in satanically plucking out the tender hair from their witheringly fragile bodies; just in order to fill in the bald portions of your; inconspicuously frigid wig, True satisfaction lies in; enveloping all those uncouthly trembling in bizarre cold in blankets of eternally mesmerizing humanity; not in parasitically sucking even the most infinitesimal droplet of poignant blood from their body; just in order to fill in your empty glasses of solitude, True satisfaction lies in; disseminating unprecedented happiness in all those despicable hutments besieged with inexplicable gloom; not in extinguishing the slim flames of hope in their interiors; just in order to illuminate your disgustingly sleazy world; of ghastly lechery and crime, True satisfaction lies in; uninhibitedly freeing all those savagely incarcerated in chains of treachery; not in tumultuously inflicting all your frustration of the day upon their miserably diminutive caricatures; just in order to spuriously relax the surplus tension; in your overwhelming agitated nerves and bones, True satisfaction lies in; incessantly endeavoring to coalesce all discriminating religions into the immortally impregnable religion of humanity; not in perpetuating malicious feuds in civilizations melanged with symbiotic solidarity; just to snobbishly appease your taste buds; at the sight of viciously raining blood, True satisfaction lies in; indefatigably marching on the invincible pathways of benign unity; not in maliciously shattering the fortress of mankind; just to impart that baseless bit of extra reinvigoration; to your foundations of non-existent prejudice, True satisfaction lies in; astoundingly proliferating newness to synergistically continue God’s chapter of priceless existence; not in venomously annihilating the innocuously divine; just in order to pugnaciously survive; for a countless more lifetimes, 234

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True satisfaction lies in; benevolently sacrificing every iota of rhapsodic breath to nourish unequivocally spell binding goodness; not in sinfully burying a robustly sparkling organism infinite kilometers beneath drab soil; just in order to stand with laughably meticulous precision; upon your own dwindling feet, And true satisfaction lies in; perpetually bonding broken hearts all across the fabulously fathomless Universe; not in malevolently stealing passionately palpitating beats with gay abandon; just in order to keep your body; pathetically and forever alive….

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WHAT IS A POEM ???? A poem is; an everlasting ocean of poignant empathy; that envelops you in winds of insatiable euphoria and tantalizingly rhapsodic caress, A poem is; a marvelous compilation of majestic art; cascading like the most opulent river of happiness; in your times of morbidly murderous gloom, A poem is; a cloudburst of tumultuously piquant emotions; forever and irrefutably ensuring that; you kept gallivanting ahead with the delectably pristine ardor of life, A poem is; a fathomless canvas of vivacious color and ingratiating charm; deluging every cranny of your ludicrously impoverished existence; with all mesmerizing goodness; stupendously overpowering the atmosphere, A poem is; a wave of glorious royalty that romantically sweeps across your dreary nerves every dawn; titillates you into fireballs of untamed imagination; all throughout the fabric of the voluptuously enchanting night, A poem is; the most grandiloquently flaming epitome of triumph; harboring you in its invincible belly of endless fantasy; nourishing each iota of your blood; like a sacrosanct mother, A poem is; a boisterously humming bee of ecstatic jubilation; diffusing the profound sweetness of mystical existence; on whichever path you chose to philanthropically tread, A poem is; an unfathomable myriad of enigmatic undulations; intriguingly weaving through unsurpassable joy and inexplicable gloom in life; alike, A poem is; the most embellished form of written expression; catapulting you to infinite kilometers above the divinely conglomerate of celestial clouds; to bask in the unprecedented glory of priceless learning, A poem is; an incomprehensible mountain of intrepid philosophy; the most turbulently ebullient portrayal of the mind; body and blissfully philandering soul, A poem is; a symbol of ubiquitous harmony; uniting civilizations irrespective of caste; creed or color from all across the fathomless planet; in its invincible blanket of humanity; alike, 236

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A poem is; an unequivocal path of righteousness that transpires you to wholeheartedly pursue your gorgeous curtain spread of benevolent dreams; your spice to passionately embrace life and lifeless sleep; romantically and alike, A poem is; an unrelenting thunderbolt of perennial desire; encapsulating your diabolically dwindling bones; with the eternal fervor to exhilaratedly leap forward in vibrant life, A poem is; the sacrosanct constituent of a writers imagination; his intransigent propensity and heavenly fodder; to compassionately lead a countless more exotic lives, A poem is; a boundlessly ardent craving for harmonious bliss to impregnably descend; incarcerating all those disastrously devastated; with the incredulously ingratiating melody in its rhythm, A poem is; a resplendently twinkling sky of perpetual yearning; showering its rain of unparalleled enthusiasm; upon every quarter of this earth; besieged with horrifically debilitating darkness, A poem is; a magical whirlpool of fervently diffusing breath; that instills Omnipotent life; even in the most languidly ungainly and satanically maimed, A poem is; a tantalizingly seducing princess; grandiloquently culminating into a mist of fascinating desire and astoundingly bountiful grace; on every iota of space; she blessedly blended with, Over and above all; A poem is; the innermost fulmination of the immortally throbbing heart; transcending well above the boundaries of conventionally parasitic form; rule and structure; every true artists desire to take indefatigably breath for; abnegating his last trace of life for it; only to rejoice with it perpetually in realms of Omnipresent heaven….

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I PREFFERED TO DIE INFINITE DEATHS I preferred standing barechested under sweltering rays of the Sun; profusely basking in a pool of gloriously golden sweat, Rather than rotting away like a piece of dilapidated dirt incarcerated well within the dungeons; in fear of how the world would look outside…. I preferred plunging intrepidly into the vindictive; valiantly clashing my sword in the supreme exultation of defending my priceless integrity, Rather than listening to unsolicited abuse as the days unveiled by; petrified to venture outside in fear of being uncouthly assassinated…. I preferred swimming in full fledged fervor against the tumultuously turbulent waves of the ocean; taking the rhapsodically tangy spray full throttle on my cheeks, Rather than sitting like a disheveled banana on the shores; ruminating unsurpassable number of times; upon the aftermaths after being devoured by the sharks…. I preferred clambering up the treacherous slope of the mountain head on against the exuberant breeze; with the soles of my robustly sturdy feet the only respite, Rather than waiting countless decades for a golden helicopter to descend; catapult me to the absolute summit within lightening flashes of the eye…. I preferred walking boundless kilometers in the astronomically dense forest; searching for the glamorous fruits of nature which I savored even in my dreams, Rather than wait like a frigidly parasitic mosquito on the ground; for destiny to place the fathomless festoon of berries; languidly in my lazy lap….. I preferred wholeheartedly embracing the euphorically crackling flames of fire; profusely relishing the flamboyant warmth that rejuvenated every dreary bone in my persona, Rather than running a million kilometers away from the blazing inferno; dreadfully afraid of being scorched to the corpse…. I preferred blurting out whatever was fulminating in the topmost compartment of my mind; candidly expressing even the most infinitesimal iota of my feelings, Rather than plotting a battalion of insidiously lethal 238

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ideas; like a trembling coward behind the back of my compatriots…. I preferred speaking the perpetual truth at the cost of my rubicund flesh; although it blended the sky and the earth together in the swirl of its irrefutably overwhelming agony, Rather than camouflaging my words with the cloud of deceitful lies; manipulatively evolving every word I spoke…. I preferred to proclaim my love for my beloved in front of the entire acrid world; in the face of rebuke and the most severest penalty from the society for my act of unconventional audacity, Rather than strangulating my senses painstakingly; bit by bit; as I watched them bonding her sacrosanct countenance with the mate of her choice…. And I preferred to die infinite deaths this very instant with my head held high; and the voice of my impeccably righteous conscience dictating me to execute every action of my existence, Rather than leading a life slaving for another molecule of my kind; bowing down my persona to a diabolically lecherous entity; whom even the Lord had rejected since immemorial times….

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DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO My eyes popped out in overwhelming exasperation; my sockets dancing restlessly on the floor, My lips distorted themselves to incomprehensibly horrendous contours; biting themselves satanically as the moon blossomed to a perilously sinister glow, My hair stood up like thunderbolts of stringent electricity; blazing fireballs of despondency towards the sky, My fists curled into an insurmountably formidable punch; aching to thunderously batter arid wisps of breeze painstakingly blowing around, I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t have; ANYTHING TO DO….. My sweat dribbled down in cyclonic frenzy; proliferating by the unfurling minute; into fathomless oceans clashing against the walls of nothingness, My teeth locked themselves in an immortally peevish embrace; chattering countless times in an indefatigable search for spurious solace, My skin developed boundless goose bumps of profound disdain; shivering incessantly in the inexplicable trauma lingering in placid air, My ears heard a volley of sounds which were entirely non-existent; kept inexorably iterating tunes which hovered countless feet beneath the graves, I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t have; ANYTHING TO DO…..

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My throat blurted a myriad of obnoxiously hoarse tunes; permeating through the realms of normalcy with its relentlessly hysterical shrieking, I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t have; ANYTHING TO DO…..

My stomach belligerently puked out foul matter from the inner most recesses of my intestines; contracting to as thin as an infinitesimal whisker; struck by body blows of mind-boggling desperation, My fingers scribbled an unfathomable battalion of nonchalantly incoherent literature; swished menacingly to emboss the most hideously invidious forms in loose sand, My neck swirled in infinite directions as the clock ticked; profusely confused by the happenings that unleashed themselves in the surrounding, My heart sank all its beats in my acrimoniously pointed boots; my breath and soul searched frantically for the paths on which the Sun austerely shone in its fiercely flamboyant shine, I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t have; ANYTHING TO DO…..

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EVEN IF WAS BORN DEAD I could relinquish all my clothes this very moment; shiver hysterically as turbulent cloud covers of snow tumbled ferociously from the sky, I could relinquish all my fantasies this very moment; stare in mockingly dumb ridicule towards abstruse bits of solitary air, I could relinquish all my spurious pride this very moment; start hoarsely begging on the streets; with my profusely bedraggled hair cascading disdainfully over my cheeks, I could relinquish all my overwhelming courage this very moment; surrender in meek submission to even the ants transgressing near the lavatory seat, I could relinquish all my smiles this very moment; weep till times immemorial; even though the Sun outside glowed brighter than when it was born, I could relinquish all my blood this very moment; mercilessly extricate the indispensably life yielding fluid horrendously from its very roots, I could relinquish all my teeth this very moment; uncouthly abrading them against obdurate biscuits of acrimoniously thorny steel, I could relinquish all my taste this very moment; surviving wholesomely on stale left overs of insurmountably decaying bread blended with the bland desert sands, I could relinquish all my memory this very moment; frantically groping my way like a new born child amidst the myriad of boisterously whipping traffic, I could relinquish all my daintily gifted features this very moment; brutally ripping apart each part of my robustly voluptuous skin, I could relinquish all my astronomically earned wealth this very moment; licking the mud in insatiable hunger as the stomach cried beyond the realms of no control, I could relinquish all my nerves this very moment; slithering in tumultuously painstaking agony as the vultures descended to confiscate my skeleton, I could relinquish all my ambitions this very moment; loiter aimlessly with the sword of desperation penetrating me deeper and deeper by the unveiling minute, I could relinquish all my prudently sagacious ability to think this very moment; incurring a billion bomb blasts incessantly in the corridors of my tenderly 242

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palpable brain, I could relinquish all my melodious voice this very moment; persevering to eternity to blurt even a single alphabet; although I possessed the most ingratiatingly fabulous island of rosy tongue, I could relinquish all my dexterity this very moment; maniacally executing only an inconspicuous task for decades unfathomable; although the Creator had gifted me with boundless virtues of this world, I could relinquish all my body this very moment; lingering like an insipidly treacherous and gloomy spirit; although mountains of raw tenacity engulfed each of my bones, I could relinquish all my breath this very moment; incarcerating myself infinite feet beneath my burial ground; profoundly abdicating even the most minuscule trace of tangible life, But I couldn’t relinquish you O! Beloved; for you were not only more precious to me than any other entity on this Universe; but my very reason to live; even if I was born dead for infinite lives…

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UNPARDONABLE CRIME To enter it was as easy as the wail of a freshly born child; as you suddenly escalated to the absolutely unprecedented summit; of awesome power, While you found yourself lambasted to threadbare bits of inconspicuous dust; the very instant you decided to wholesomely relinquish its; preposterously ghastly swirl…. To enter it you didn’t require the slightest of guts; as the profusely overwhelming cascade of lethal guns in your hand; made you feel more powerful than the most indomitable of prince, While you transited into an infinitesimal pool of disdainful mosquito curry; the very instant you decided to quit its heinously gory swirl; for good…. To enter it you didn’t need even the slightest of brainwork; as the profound feeling of raw power sunk deep into your malevolently prejudiced soul, While you had the worst nightmare of your life which incorrigibly refrained to end; the very instant you tried to spit on its derogatory web of insidious lechery…. To enter it was the most lucrative moment of your impoverished life; as you envisaged nothing but castles of glittering gold on even the most sordidly remorseful step; that you tread, While you got kicked worse than the orphaned stone; in lunatic whirlpools of your own blood; the very instant you even thought a ludicrous fraction; of relinquishing it forever and ever and ever…. To enter it was a live life kingsize dream for you; with fathomless territories of innocuously opulent land; diminutively reeling under your savagely merciless authority, While you relentlessly wailed worse than an agonizingly dying man; embedding your feet deeper and deeper into the morbid graveyard; the very instant you perceived even the tiniest of abdicating; its uncouthly barbaric swirl…. To enter it all you needed was an ungainly bunch of surreptitiously hideous contacts; as you proudly envisaged yourself to be one day seated on the throne 244

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of this entire Universe, While you had veritably no saliva left in your mouth to swallow; the very instant you resolutely planned to abnegate; its treacherously bloodstained dormitory…. To enter it you had perhaps waited all your life; conceiving silken luxury to perennially kiss your penuriously devastated footstep; and that too within the wink of an eye, While you found yourself devouring garbage left over by the pigs for centuries immemorial; the very instant you eventually realized; and wanted to forever shun its uncouthly parasitic caress…. To enter it was the most ego satisfying time for you; as you could now ruthlessly slap back all those who had even inadvertently scratched you; with the unfathomably invidious power of dastardly weaponry, While you irrefutably didn’t get even the most mercurial of chance to sight the morning Sun once again; the very instant you benevolently resolved; to abandon its ghoulishly forlorn dungeon of meaninglessness…. And to enter it all you had to do was sporadically utter the word CRIME; and Lo! Behold there was some salacious gangster or the other fervently waiting there to optimally exploit your innocence to the most unsurpassable limits, While you insensitively scrubbed your entity from this earth forever with your own blood laden hands; the very instant you took a solemn pledge; to vanquish its menacingly slandering territory….

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THE BEST Prejudiced are those who baselessly dramatize, Majestic are those who voluptuously romanticize, Cowardly are those who meaninglessly ostracize, Marvelous are those who unrelentingly fantasize, Dastardly are those who treacherously traumatize, Penurious are those who vengefully victimize, Magicians are those who enchantingly soliloquize, Devils are those who uncouthly penalize, Artisans are those who articulately specialize, Demons are those who mercilessly cauterize, Satanic are those who spuriously philosophize, Traitors are those who insidiously aggrandize, Enamoring are those who ravishingly tantalize, Resurgent are those who unflinchingly patronize, Resolute are those who perpetually idolize, Brave are those who magnificently acclimatize, Greatest are those who altruistically sacrifice, Prudent are those who sagaciously apprize, Turgid are those who ruthlessly baptize, Ominous are those who manipulatively plagiarize, Patrons are those who intricately recognize, Harbingers are those who ubiquitously rationalize, Samaritans are those who relentlessly nationalize, Morbid are those who incessantly vandalize, Surreptitious are those who perilously scandalize, Astute are those who succinctly concise, Diabolical are those who indiscriminately pulverize, Ingenious are those who innovatively sensationalize, Innocuous are those who resplendently eternalize, Bombastic are those who pretentiously glamorize, Holistic are those who worship Sunrise, Uncanny are those who enigmatically mysticize, Savage are those who menacingly exorcise, Triumphant are those who intractably epitomize, Failures are those who wickedly avarice, Pertinent are those who indefatigably criticize, Enthusiasts are those who uplift bourgeoisie, Philanthropic are those who congenially harmonize, Obsessive are those who dogmatically habitualize, Lovers are those who tirelessly immortalize, Insects are those who remorsefully advice, Monotonous are those who unreasonably legalize, Visionaries are those who sagaciously Institutionalize, 246

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Blessed are those who holistically collectivize, Alluring are those who chant moonrise, Abominable are those who ingloriously immobilize, Victorious are those who honestly rise, Exhilarating are those who ebulliently surprise, Perfectionists are those who intricately synchronize, Meticulous are those precisely systemize, Persevering are those who chronologically itemize, Devout are those who blissfully traditionalize, Cold Blooded are those who barbarically polarize, Dictatorial are those who chauvinistically mercerize, Unpardonable are those who satanically brutalize, Divine are those benevolently synthesize, Charismatic are those who humanitarianly symbolize, Vindictive are those who unsurpassably tyrannize, Entrepreneurs are those who coherently channelize, Anarchists are those who rougishly agonize, Prudent are those who quickly summarize, Lackadaisical are those who disdainfully mechanize, Derogatory are those who worthlessly demoralize, Abhorrent are those who frigidly desensitize, Opportunists are those unequivocally maximize, Insane are those who sinfully pressurize, Enthusing are those who spell bindingly surprise, Gimmick are those who sleazily advertize, Gifted are those who unbiasedly memorize, Humane are those who naturally mortalize, Indescribable are those who incessantly demonize, Remarkable are those who heavenly conceptualize, Lackluster are those who nonchalantly neutralize, Affable are those who wholeheartedly socialize, Corpselike are those who purposelessly sterlize, Unpredictable are those who atrociously disguise, Melanging are those who synergistically franchise, Intelligent are those who poignantly familiarize, Discerning are those who perceptively characterize, Fairies are those who unbelievably mesmerize, Perfectionists are those who comprehensively totalize, Martyrs are those who selflessly actualize, Comrades are those who uninhibitedly solemnize, Ungainly are those who truculently terrorize, And The best are those who sportingly realize,

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THE CHAPTER OF VIBRANT LIFE At times a river of sensuously everlasting happiness; while at times an inexplicable thorn stabbing you with pints of traumatized anguish, At times a mesmerizing cloud of blossoming prosperity; while at times an incorrigible impediment engendering you to preposterously stagger towards the aisles of hopelessness, At times a fountain of unbelievable resplendence; while at times testing you against the most horrendously ominous storms; which unrelentingly seemed to have not the slightest of respite, At times a euphorically surging bird flapping in the realms of ebullient jubilation; while at times inevitably making you trip towards the dungeons of frantically bizarre desperation, At times a melodiously enchanting song placating even the most murderously diabolical of your nerves; while at times asphyxiating your visage; with precarious testaments of painstaking perseverance, At times an ultimate harbinger of celestial peace; while at times marauding your brain with a boundless mountain of; compulsively crippling thoughts and prejudice, At times a waterfall of voluptuously seductive glory titillating you till times beyond eternity; while at times an ominous maelstrom of intractable difficulty; penalizing you from every ostensible side, At times a thunderbolt of ingenious innovation; while at times a disastrously insane wastrel; infiltrating you with daggerheads of insipidly debilitating nothingness, At times a garden of stupendously enthralling vivaciousness; while at times an unsparingly acrid blade that menacingly greeted you; at every step that you transgressed, At times a gorgeously enthralling paradise of bestowing scent; while at times an assiduously testing examination of the severest of odds; making you wither into a penurious shadow of disdainful remorse and neglect, At times an ecstatic whirlpool of rejuvenating freshness entirely metamorphosing the complexion of your abominably bedraggled life; while at times a corpse of baseless tensions; depriving you of even the 248

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most infinitesimal wink of sleep, At times an irrefutably triumphant medallion of blazing victory; while at times insidiously lambasting you with swords of monotonously mundane commercialism and abhorrent malice, At times the most candidly blissful reflection of your impeccable soul; while at times tumultuously besieging your entire countenance; with heinously incarcerating beads of impeding sweat, At times the tantalizingly exotic carpet of the gregariously twinkling night; while at times a vociferously crumbling sea of disparaging despair; viciously hurtling you from your most unequivocally consolidated place in pragmatic existence, At times a mountain of unconquerably Herculean strength safeguarding you against the most treacherously salacious evil; while at times an inscrutable cistern of black magic; invidiously transforming your every wish into a mirage of meaninglessness, At times an unassailable inferno of divine righteousness transcending you above the most immaculate angels in fathomless sky; while at times a savagely tyrannical panther; instilling in you an insatiably unending flame of lecherous greed, At times the most priceless elixir to ebulliently bounce in every instant of rhapsodic survival; while at times vengefully slapping you with whirlwinds of defeat; staring with uncouth barbarism in your innocent eyes, At times a resplendently robust fruit culminating into rays of revitalizingly Omnipotent hope; while at times more slippery than the surreptitiously perilous eel; triggering you to plummet headon on a snake of slithering nonchalance, And at times an immortal bonding of existence bountifully coalescing you with all those whom you pricelessly loved; while at times more sardonically bitter than venom could ever have tasted; such was the vacillating chapter of vibrant life….

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12.0 CLOCK 12.0 Clock. A moment when the voluptuous seduction of ingratiating blackness; enshrouded each frazzled nerve of mine with silken sensuousness, 12.0 Clock. A moment when overwhelmingly enchanting melody; whispered a tale of profound mysticism in my frantically insane and bereaved ears, 12.0 Clock. A moment when a carpet of rejuvenating serenity blissfully infiltrated into my lunatically manipulative life; celestially placating every inexplicably traumatic thought of mine, 12.0 Clock. A moment when the entire Universe outside seemed to be a mesmerizing paradise; with an unfathomable ocean of benign goodness; profusely encapsulating every ingredient of my tyrannically lambasted blood, 12.0 Clock. A moment when the resplendently milky light of the charismatic Moon titillated me till times immemorial; bathing me in a cistern of wonderfully enamoring beauty, 12.0 Clock. A moment when an unsurpassable garden of reinvigorating scent encompassed my disastrously staggering stride; triumphantly urging me to embed the flag of philanthropic victory; on the path of righteous mankind, 12.0 Clock. A moment when tantalizingly cool breeze exuberantly brushed through my dolorously dwindling eyes; transpiring me to fantastically erupt in an unrelenting cocoon of; spell binding fantasy, 12.0 Clock. A moment of unbelievably rapturous delight; when the rustling of the vivacious trees; seemed like the eternal heavens had bountifully descended down, 12.0 Clock. A moment which metamorphosed the complexion of my beleaguered lips to a poignant crimson; triggering in me the insatiable urge to blend with all sensuously exotic beauty around, 12.0 Clock. A moment when aristocratic waves of tranquility; miraculously changed the definition of my haplessly shattering life; to a civilization of perennially blossoming freshness, 12.0 Clock. A moment that blissfully redefined every aspect of my monotonously mundane survival; enlightening each of my hopelessly crippling footsteps; with a reservoir of unconquerably heavenly 250

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newness, 12.0 Clock. A moment which regally painted the impoverished kaleidoscope of my dithering existence with an incomprehensible valley of vibrant color; making me wholesomely believe in the harmoniously benevolent principles of; priceless humanity, 12.0 Clock. A moment when the relentless stare of the vividly striped owl; tumultuously evoked me to conceive beyond the realms of the sparklingly extraordinary; diffuse into a flower of innovative freshness; every unfurling minute of my existence, 12.0 Clock. A moment which impregnated my lackadaisically nonchalant life with astronomically unending spice; as the magnificently eclectic frequency of the atmosphere; lit a lantern of love through every vein of my persona, 12.0 Clock. A moment fabulously relieving me of even the most infinitesimal of tensions; deluging the canvas of my beautifully scintillating breath; with ubiquitously untamed euphoria, 12.0 Clock. A moment which royally catapulted me beyond all sinful apprehensions of pragmatic life; as I majestically coalesced with the aisles of unending desire; for infinite more births yet to come, 12.0 Clock. A moment when there seemed nothing but the ravishing scent of the unassailably princely rose; as the petals of my lugubriously despairing life; bloomed full throttle towards the pathways of insurmountable excitement, 12.0 Clock. A moment when the breath that nondescriptly diffused from my nostrils; suddenly incinerated an invincible cloudburst of romantic passion; in the pathetically fading atmosphere, O! Yes. 12.0 Clock. A moment when the stringently conventional society outside snored ludicrously; incarcerated well within the asphyxiating agony of quilts and spurious air-conditioner; while my heart had just commenced to sing the beats of love and life; as it was now fascinating midnight…..

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MONEY You could metamorphose into an impeccable saint; and then incessantly castigate it; for its salaciously treacherous and hideously ungainly intent, You could step into the shoes of an immaculate angel; and then indefatigably rebuke it; for corrupting the fabric of the celestially blissful atmosphere, You could transform into a bountifully blessing cloud; and then irascibly condemn it; for its baseless proportions of abhorrently stinking malice, You could wholesomely blend with harmonious goodness; and then unrelentingly pulverize it; for its heinously malicious waves of insidious remorsefulness, You could uplift your soul to the bountifully everlasting heavens; and then relentlessly ostracize it; for its lecherously vindictive swirl; that perfidiously infiltrated the fabric of innocuous humanity, You could catapult to the summit of patriotically blazing freedom; and then unrelentingly abuse it; for its spell of disdainfully abominable commercialism and horrifically ghastly captivity, You could blissfully traverse on a blanket of unequivocally scintillating pearls; and then unstoppably slander it; for being a pertinently perilous insect; satanically sucking blood from all living beings, You could embellish yourself with flames of stupendously unassailable honesty; and then timelessly decimate it; for its waves of discordantly unwarranted prejudice, You could reach the corridors of rhapsodically eternal paradise; and then intractably slash at it; for it being an intolerable impediment; that traumatically poisoned one and all; in their way to holistic righteousness, You could drown yourself in the winds of enchantingly sensuous melody; and then ruthlessly crucify it; for its nonchalantly monotonous caress of the; radiantly blooming society, You could become a fulminating ray of dazzling sunshine; and then tirelessly exonerate it with your candid voice; for not functioning according to the principles of the; Almighty divine, You could transcend beyond the realms of benign 252

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goodness; and then unsparingly whip it; for diffusing a path of murderous war; all across God’s most ravishingly splendid continent, You could dance in the aisles of marvelous empathy; and then savagely shoot it; for lethally disobeying the ideals of symbiotic existence; diffusing vindictive hatred in the hearts of one and all; alike, You could chant the most sacred mantras on this Universe; and then unflinchingly squelch upon it; for its merciless ways of leading life; for the sinister darkness of ill will that it instilled in passionately palpitating hearts, You could synergistically epitomize all resplendently beautiful on this colossal planet; and then tyrannically distort it; for being so brutal on all those innocuously wandering; under the carpet of heavenly life, You could bask ingratiatingly in the glory of profoundly impeccable moonlight; and then intransigently demolish it; for its icicles of cowardliness; that degraded the existence of every organism alive, You could intrepidly clamber up the slopes of exhilarating adventure; and then fearlessly bang it; for its stench of surreptitious badness; acridly pilfering into the lives of innocuous mankind, And do what you could; rebuke it; perennially annihilate it; diabolically spit on its cacophonically bereaved soul; excoriate it apart into an infinite pieces, But you knew as much as I did today; that it was the cardinal reason of our existence; with the rest of the planet following us unequivocally on the same footsteps, For all those who proclaimed that they were fathomless miles away from it; still indispensably needed it; as every speck of luxuriously opulent cloth on their bodies; every bit of resplendently replenishing meal in their famished stomachs; every bit of bullet proof roof sequestering their heads; was partly due to it; such was the power of hateful; yet pacifying money….

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GREATEST ART The greatest art was not in clambering unsurpassably coldblooded mountains; with overwhelmingly poignant and adroit precision; barefoot, The greatest art was not in stupendously encapsulating the beauty of the fathomless cosmos; in threadbare sheets of barren paper; singlehandedly, The greatest art was not in racing swanky cars on avalanches of heartless ice; dexterously swerving an indefatigable number of times to degrees of extraordinarily beautiful precision; naked bodied, The greatest art was not in flying umpteenth kites at a single time; celestially maneuvering countless strings of infinitesimal thread in gusty sky; towering on the tip of your big toe, The greatest art was not in erecting majestically palatial edifices in lightening seconds of time; inundating boundless kilometers of arid landscape with indomitable concrete jungles; in just a single breath, The greatest art was not in astoundingly memorizing limitless jargons of patriotically blazing literature; tirelessly reciting them to the entire planet; in just a single flash of an eye, The greatest art was not in adventurously diving to the rock bottom of the truculently stormy ocean; sustain life amidst the satanic battalion of sharks and crabs beneath; for times immemorial, The greatest art was not in impeccably prognosticating the destiny of one and all on this endless earth; astonishingly chronicling even the most minuscule of event to yet unfurl; in bleary eyed dawn, The greatest art was not in eclectically controlling an unfathomable horde of rampant serpents; fearlessly entwining them all around your scarlet cheeks; without the tiniest bead of sweat, The greatest art was not in staring relentlessly at the profoundly blistering Sun; dazzling into a patriotic saga of Herculean bravery; handsomely unfettered, The greatest art was not in emulating every conceivable voice on this enamoring Universe; with unconquerably marvelous artistry in the innermost chords of your throat; like supreme Omnipotence sweeping all evil, The greatest art was not in grazing insurmountable 254

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flocks of innocuous sheep in a harmoniously single row; to the enigmatically magical movements of your nimble fingers; in blissfully unassailable unison, The greatest art was not in weaving countless lines of gloriously imperial literature; fulminating even the most infidel ingredient of your blood; for the rhapsodically untamed ocean of your versatility, The greatest art was not in devouring even the most sordidly acrimonious stones; digesting even the most hedonistically salacious of impediments; without a single burp, The greatest art was not in inhaling every speck of exhilarating breeze on this invincible globe; inundating the cushion of your lungs with enchanting sensuousness; for infinite more births yet to unravel, The greatest art was not in brilliantly standing first at every cranny of existence; Omnipresently solemnizing your diminutive countenance as the very best; till centuries even beyond your veritable time, The greatest art was not in flamboyantly embellishing your dreary countenance with the most exquisitely fantastic satin on this planet; diffusing into a wave of indefatigably priceless color on every step that you intricately tread, The greatest art was not in infectiously triggering everyone around you into whirlpools of insatiably hilarious laughter; metamorphosing every globule of sullenness into an impregnable mountain of humanitarian smiles, For as long as this exotically fructifying earth has existed; as long as God has chosen organism to diffuse into an unendingly exuberant sea of tangy breath; as long as symbiotically immortal love has blossomed in every holistic heart; the greatest art has always been and will forever be; leading each moment of survival to the absolute fullest; wholeheartedly accepting every shade of inexplicably fabulous life; just as it unabashedly comes….

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A DEATH MORE HORRIFIC THAN WHAT DEATH COULD EVER BE I didn’t know whether to plunge into the well of treacherously vindictive scorpions; or whether to hang myself insanely upside down from the cadaverously gleaming gallows, I didn’t know whether to chop my skull into an infinite fragments with the merciless butcher knife; or whether to let every conceivable parasite on this boundless planet to uninhibitedly suck blood from my derogatorily diminishing veins, I didn’t know whether to stand bare-chested in the way of the unrelentingly unsparing avalanches; or whether to lecherously drown to the rock bottom of the deep ocean; with an unsurpassable battalion of sinister crabs in my mouth, I didn’t know whether to torch my skin alive in a gutter of insidiously adulterated kerosene; or whether to ruthlessly excoriate every iota of my nimble skin; from the top of my brutally emaciated bones, I didn’t know whether to lethally gouge my eyes with ghoulishly blood coated thorns; or whether to shatter my entire countenance into a countless fragments; sadistically banging my body against the venomously cold-blooded rocks, I didn’t know whether to bury myself alive infinite feet beneath sinking soil; or whether to surrender myself to every construable bit of disparagingly convoluted badness; on the trajectory of this gigantic planet, I didn’t know whether to indefatigably sip vials of hedonistically ghastly poison; or whether to get gored full throttle; by the acrimoniously piercing thorns of the savagely marauding bull, I didn’t know whether to barbarously slash the trembling veins of my palm with perfidiously criminal blades; or whether to make a ludicrously grotesque barbecue of myself for the unscrupulously wandering termites, I didn’t know whether to lividly wither like a despondently crackled leaf; or whether to leap naked fleshed from the pinnacle of the sky; to crunch my every bone with stray pebbles and rocks on earth beneath, 256

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I didn’t know whether to let the demons crucify me on the sacrificing altar torturously sucking every speck of my exuberance under the acridly sweltering Sun; or whether to raunchily take every pistol bullet that hurtled pugnaciously in serene air; right in the center of my head, I didn’t know whether to timelessly incarcerate every cursed breath of mine in chains of isolation; or whether to tirelessly march through a graveyard of sickness; where the ghosts of disease made every instant of my life more crippling than an infinite deaths, I didn’t know whether to lasciviously slit every patch of robustness in my throat with the satanic garden shears; or whether to truculently blast even the most inconspicuous element of sensitivity in my ears with perniciously ribald bombs, I didn’t know whether to indiscriminately inundate every pore of my slavering body with unfathomably unforgivable bitterness; or whether to greedily slurp asphyxiating acid down my throat in incomprehensibly luxurious amounts, I didn’t know whether to forever disappear into the corridors of bawdily nonchalant nothingness; or whether to continuously lick victimizingly threadbare dirt on the lavatory broomstick; like an irascible cockroach all my life, I didn’t know whether to become a live carrion for the egregiously cannibalistic vultures; or whether to surprisingly come in front of a speeding truck; being massacred to a gory absolution without the slightest intimation or respite, I didn’t know whether to limitlessly hurt myself like an uncontrollably prurient imbecile; or whether to jinx myself with the most uxoriously tyrannical spirits of fretfully decimating doom, I didn’t know whether to baselessly howl the last chord of my throat till the threshold of infinite infinity; or whether to perch my diminutive form upon the belligerently flaming pyre; for an irrefutable isolation from the vagaries of this manipulatively prejudiced planet, I didn’t know whether to eat ominously bellicose cyanide for dessert; or whether to forever snap my inconsequential reflection from the periphery of this fathomless earth; devastatingly fading into a corpse of lunatic darkness, Her loss was so profoundly unbearable that I really 257

didn’t know how to die; Her untimely departure was the most irreversible defeat that I had faced in the chapter of my truncated life, And therefore; all that I intransigently sought for today; was a death more ghastlier than the most horrific of death could ever dream of or could ever be; such a penalizingly lambasting corner in the coffins of diabolical hell; where the absence of her divinely sacrosanct form would never ever make me cry again….

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WHO SAYS ??? Who the senseless says that I insatiably craved for your wonderfully tantalizing smiles every instant; to blissfully lead the chapter of vivaciously beautiful life? As a matter of fact; I inexorably drowned myself in the same; to profusely enjoy ghastly death to its ultimate fullest; till times immemorial…. Who the lackadaisical says that I unrelentingly yearned for your seductively rampant senses every instant; to bountifully unfurl the unsurpassably vibrant colors of life ? As a matter of fact; I tempestuously drowned myself in the same; to insurmountably enjoy gory death to its ultimate fullest; till infinite more births yet to come… Who the dastardly says that I unstoppably ached for your beautifully embellished eyelashes ever instant; to bask in the unshakably enthralling aura of timeless life ? As a matter of fact; I wildly drowned myself in the same; to fathomlessly enjoy macabre death to its ultimate fullest; till centuries unprecedented… Who the feckless says that I dogmatically wished for your majestically silken caress every instant; to trigger a boundless civilization of ingratiatingly exuberant life ? As a matter of fact; I extravagantly drowned myself in the same; to limitlessly enjoy satanic death to its ultimate fullest; till moments unceasing and galore… Who the preposterous says that I unendingly trembled for your melodiously enticing voice every instant; to uncontrollably bathe in a valley of euphorically fantastic life ? As a matter of fact; I irrevocably drowned myself in the same; to profoundly enjoy ominous death to its ultimate fullest; till countless more world’s to come …… Who the idiosyncratic says that I indefatigably aspired for your charismatically electric sweat every instant; to fructify into the most eternally handsome fruits of spellbindingly enigmatic life ? As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in the same; to regally enjoy sadistic death to its ultimate fullest; till incomprehensibly inexhaustible 259

of times… Who the nonsensical says that I hysterically longed for your lusciously enamoring sweetness every instant; to fabulously bloom into the paradise of marvelously fragrant life ? As a matter of fact; I unconquerably drowned myself in the same; to uninhibitedly enjoy barbaric death to its ultimate fullest; till boundaries and limits indefinable… Who the decrepit says that I tirelessly hankered for your rhapsodically titillating blushing; to spawn into the most symbiotically emollient effulgence of blessing life ? As a matter of fact; I indomitably drowned myself in the same; to prolifically enjoy hedonistic death to its ultimate fullest; till the time existence continued to thrive …. And Who the treacherous says that I maniacally slavered for your ardently fresh-bride love; to magnificently replenish into the whirlwind of perennially compassionate life ? As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in the same; to ravishingly enjoy bizarre death to its ultimate fullest; till earth blended wholesomely with azure sky….

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DELINQUENT LONELINESS The most treacherously ungainly manipulation miserably dithered to perturb me; as I unflinchingly marched on the path of blazingly scintillating righteousness, But what was killing me more than horrific death every unfurling instant; was the amorphously devilish dungeon of; remorseful loneliness…. The most murderously bizarre conventionalism horrendously staggered to dent me even an infinitesimal trifle; as I fulminated into a gloriously embellished festoon of unhindered creativity, But what was killing me more than cadaverous death every passing instant; was the truculently abhorrent corpse of; dastardly loneliness…. The most salaciously perverted of lunatics grotesquely failed to taint my conscience even a diminutive speck; as I eternally supported the cause of immortally fantastic truth till the very last breath of my impoverished life, But what was killing me more than asphyxiating death every unleashing instant; was the barbarously coldblooded parasite of; lethal loneliness…. The most domineeringly chauvinistic egoists pathetically stuttered in trying to make me a quintessential part of their group; as I sat on the leaf of nature’s pristine vivaciousness for centuries immemorial, But what was killing me more than crippling death every unfurling instant; was the egregiously bloodsucking leech of; satanic loneliness…. The most tawdrily titillating of vixens devastatingly staggered in trying to invidiously infiltrate my virginity; as I dedicated even the most fugacious moment of my destitute life; to the service of philanthropically resplendent mankind, But what was killing me more than traumatic death every instant; was the lecherously venomous thorn of; simpering loneliness…. The most ominously macabre traitors endlessly lost in insidiously trying to purchase the unfathomably puristic sanctity of my soul; as I timelessly galloped in through the lanes of unconquerably brilliant righteousness, 261

But what was killing me more than irascible death every unraveling instant; was the sadistically truculent fog of; vindictive loneliness… The most morbidly disparaging tricksters preposterously fumbled in fooling my innovatively discerning senses; as I victoriously clambered to the pinnacle of benevolently enlightening success; all throughout the chapters of my vibrantly eclectic life, But what was killing me more than decrepit death every advancing instant; was the mordantly discordant voice of; bellicose loneliness…. The most hedonistically sultry betrayal disappeared into wisps of decaying oblivion; as it tried to sleazily perpetuate into my ecstatically spell binding aura of compassionate vividness, But what was killing me more than pernicious death; was the pruriently prattling scarecrow of; deteriorating loneliness…. And the most ignominiously diabolical extinction inconsolably wailed; as it gruesomely decimated in front of my spirit of insatiably untamed and sensuously exhilarating adventure, But what was killing me more than savage death; was the acrimoniously incarcerating prison of; delinquent loneliness…

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THE TYCOON AND I The murderously monotonous tycoon got up with a sordid groan even before the cock could crow outside his bedroom window; to nonchalantly squabble his sanctimonious appointments for the morning, While I snored like a gentle giant all day; evading every trace of ferociously atrocious daylight; only to profusely drown myself into a paradise of celestial poetry; all throughout the voluptuously star studded night…. The indiscriminately slandering tycoon got up with in a state of inexplicably ungainly shock; treacherously preparing his every bone to walk with his corporate comrades and with only a pair of shorts on his body; in the uncontrollably trembling wind of the winter dawn, While I unrelentingly fantasized with my eyes perennially shut all blistering day; only to insatiably churn unfathomable volumes of poetry; in the heart of the ravishingly pearly night…. The derogatorily corrupt tycoon got up as even the most mercurial of ant tickled his foot; envisaging it to be his dreadfully dastardly boss; snapping his salary for the month, While I romantically shut my lids to the sunshine drifting down the majestic hills all day; only to intransigently fulminate into a catharsis of heart rendering poetry; in the lap of the iridescently beautiful night…. The truculently chauvinistic tycoon got up and stirred the entire household awake; even as the yawn dogmatically refrained to leave his inexorably aching mouth, While I innocuously sang and snoozed all day with the symbiotic beats of Nature Divine; only to spawn into an entrenchment of unassailably priceless poetry; in the fabric of the sensuously enchanting night….. The maliciously grotesque tycoon got up to the first rings of his sleazily embellished mobile phone; for which he gave the most indescribable of abuse but still considered it more than his wife and the only measly mantra for his life, While I cozily tucked myself under the caverns of 263

unprecedented enthrallment all blazingly unstoppable day; only to magically inundate the atmosphere with eclectically vibrant poetry; in the miraculously healing rhythm of the spell bindingly panoramic night….. The perfidiously barbarous tycoon got up like frigidly colorless icecream; wholesomely brainwashed by the chill of his state-of-the-art airconditioner; and the ostentatiously bizarre whisky that he had consumed to please his clients; the evening before, While I surreally wandered like an unhindered prince through the ebulliently cascading waterfalls all day; only to euphorically erupt into a festoon of sacrosanct poetry; in the everlastingly effulgent cadence of the regally rain soaked night…. The obnoxiously white collar tycoon got up asphyxiating the throat of his adorable wife; perceiving it to be the whiplash of his maliciously decrepit senior; as his nightmare continued relentlessly mercilessly, While I assimilated all benign goodness of this scintillating planet with my eyelashes curled all day; only to timelessly gallivant with the heaven of immaculate poetry; in the playground of the ecstatically moonlit night…. The invidiously blood sucking tycoon got up with a cleaver on his newborn’s throat; for inadvertently teaching him to uninhibitedly rest and reap, While I fantastically obfuscated myself far away from the insipid vagaries of this planet all day; only to remarkably revel in the aura of godly poetry; in the heart of the ingratiatingly charismatic and vivid night….. O! Yes my life was infinite times more blessed than the satanically marauding and hollow tycoon; for although he had all laurels and wealth in this world to whimsically execute, He eventually went to the Lord’s hell for diffusing abhorrently prejudiced unhappiness in every molecule around him; while I immortally lived even after death without even earning a single penny; in the breath of my Omnipotent poetry….

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DEVILISHLY DECREPIT ALCOHOL Do you want to lecherously quaver like a miserably dwindling serpent; even though scarlet blood still circulated with insatiably untamed exuberance through your poignant veins ? Do you want to prattle like an insanely macabre ghost; even though the most ingeniously innovative fantasies ebulliently fulminated in the dormitories of your wonderfully precocious brain ? Do you want to crumble like a disdainfully infidel matchstick to lick threadbare dust on the floor; even though astoundingly fantastic muscle bulged from your legs and splendidly robust arms ? Do you want to indefatigably inundate the atmosphere with irascibly impudent abuse; even though the winds of philanthropic benevolence profoundly encapsulated the chords of your bountiful throat ? Do you want to implacably exude into vomits of dastardly diseased blood every now and again; even though the chemistry of your visage was tenaciously programmed to unflinchingly confront even the most truculently turbulent of storm ? Do you want to indiscriminately massacre countless innocent in atrocious rage; even though the most benign principles of priceless humanity enshrouded you in blissful timelessness ? Do you want to ruthlessly maraud every vibrantly enamoring wave of freshness in your persona; even though you were marvelously endowed by the Almighty Lord; to spawn into majestically artistic newness every unfurling minute of the day ? Do you want to intransigently rot in obnoxiously cadaverous perspiration; even though the scent of insuperably glorious righteousness congenitally wafted from your holistic soul ? Do you want to stupidly bark all invincibly priceless secrets of your life infront of your penalizing enemy; even though the citadels of irrevocably fascinating solidarity enveloped you like an immaculately fascinating prince ? Do you want to barbarously immolate your very own mesmerizing kin; even though the paradise of fructifying sagaciousness profusely kissed you on every step that you nimbly tread ? Do you want to look like an uncouthly blood-shot scarecrow; even though your countenance tirelessly 265

burgeoned with the ointment of effulgently panoramic mother nature ? Do you want to lackadaisically submerge yourself into a corpse of diabolically pernicious depression; even though an ocean of unfathomably ebullient rhapsody fervently waited for you at your doorstep ? Do you want to enroll yourself into the depravingly malicious classrooms of baseless obsolescence and morbidity; even though endless cloudbursts of enthralling fantasy tumultuously proliferated in the sparkling whites of your eye ? Do you want to metamorphose yourself into a tawdrily libidinous spirit; even though unsurpassable gardens of everlasting prosperity magnificently sprouted from the innermost crannies of your nerves ? Do you want to get criminally entangled in an unending labyrinth of invidiously sinister underworld complications; even though the gloriously embellished fountain of blissful humanity radiated copiously from your innocent eyes ? Do you want to fall beneath the mortuaries of isolation in the eyes of your revered elders for profane misdemeanor; even though the bow of respectful graciousness perennially brandished your non-invasive soul ? Do you want to keep ghoulishly staggering on cold-blooded stone for infinite births that the Lord granted you life; even though unstoppably blazing enthusiasm jubilantly circumvented each of your intricate senses ? Do you want to savagely constrict your own limitless freedom; even though the voice of unequivocal uninhibitedness intrepidly leapt from your stupendously emollient personality ? Do you want to fretfully dilapidate behind satanically gleaming prison bars; even though you had the impregnable aura to aristocratically discern between the good and flagrantly morass ? Do you want to lethally snap the fangs of your very own existence in your fit of disparagingly idiosyncratic senselessness; even though an indomitable civilization of creative energy descended upon your altruistically unfettered stride ? Do you want to project yourself as the ultimate fool on this earth muttering lividly grousing balderdash; even though the most commemorated symposiums of perspicacious knowledge; obeisantly knelt forward for your imperial signature ? 266

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Well; if your answer to the all of the above is yes then you should definitely drink a bawdy barrel of it; but if you really desired to lead life like an unconquerable king with the ones you immortally loved; then forever say goodbye to devilishly decrepit ALCOHOL…

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silence its obsolescence; with the fabric of impeccably magical originality; instead, Don’t ever let it indiscriminately trample you; eternally overpower its salaciousness; with the immaculately fragrant ointment of sparkling uninhibitedness; instead, Don’t ever let it remorsefully shrink you; indefatigably restrict its feckless morbidity; with the wings of unequivocally astronomical freedom; instead, Don’t ever let it intransigently lambaste you; spell bindingly extinguish its retribution; with unprecedented gorges of tantalizingly smothering artistry; instead, Don’t ever let it enter your life; for it was the only thin line between you and the paradise of immortally bountiful success; the only gallows which barbarously snatched breath forever from your body even though you were synergistically alive; the only cadaverous demon which robbed you of all your fathomlessly endowed happiness; the only word which you never wanted to utter if you wanted to live, And if you guessed it to be death then let me tell you that you were horrifically wrong; for it was a death more gruesome than veritable death; as it was a corpse of 2 more alphabets than death; infact an unending graveyard called FAILURE

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LIFE’S THE WAY YOU SEE IT For some it was a garden of bountifully mesmerizing roses; while some could only indefatigably witness the acrimoniously pugnacious thorns, For some it was a surreally rhapsodic cloud showering perennial enchantment; while some could only relentlessly feel penalized by the shades of gruesomely pulverizing black, For some it was a forest of panoramically evergreen vivaciousness; while some could only fretfully rebuke the enigmatically inexplicable travails and trails, For some it was an ocean of unsurpassably unassailable happiness; while some could only unrelentingly blame the maliciously lambasting maelstrom of pernicious waves, For some it was an unflinching fortress of timelessly blissful solidarity; while some could only implacably feel the disparagingly deteriorating abrasions with the inevitably unstoppable unfurling of time, For some it was a tantalizingly celestial nightingale; while some could only dogmatically the curse the inconspicuous pinches of harmlessly holistic adulteration in the air, For some it was a meadow of eternally priceless peace; while some could only incorrigibly experience the frigid chunks of obnoxiously threadbare dirt, For some it was a fireball of insuperably untamed passion; while some could only intractably feel outlandishly intimidated by the wisps of hideously black smoke; that disastrously obfuscated their vision, For some it was an ebulliently fathomless book of unendingly euphoric adventure; while some could only tirelessly feel asphyxiated by the sheer and inexplicably unfurling volume, For some it was a bountifully persevering ladder to eternal success; while some could only intransigently castigate the unfathomable array of steep stairs, For some it was an unbelievable rainbow of heavenly versatility; while some could only ruthlessly feel the incomprehensibly endless festoon of harsh shades, For some it was an Omnipotent Sun of invincibly righteous hope; while some could only acrimoniously feel the boundlessly austere rays left; right and spurious center, 270

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‘ For some it was a iridescently twinkling star of unprecedented optimism; while some could only remorsefully feel the infinitesimally uncanny flicker; inflamingly imperil their sanctimonious existence, For some it was an immortally patriotic march towards glorious martyrdom; while some could only grievingly feel the blood soaked sacrifices in the triumphant odyssey in between, For some it was an unshakably sacrosanct mother who timelessly proliferate God’s Omnipresent chapter of survival; while some could only preposterously feel the savage waves of bedlam labour pain; in between, For some it was the most blessed icing on even the most diminutive little thing that they had achieved; while some could only relentlessly shiver to the winds of rejuvenating coolness, O! Yes; For some it was an indomitably victorious inferno of passionately loving heartbeats; while some could only limitlessly grouse the reverberating sound; ignominiously admonishing it for bringing cacophony in their dwindling stride, Because although the Omniscient Creator had bestowed it in the most holistically unconquerable of forms upon every organism symbiotically alike; Life’s the way you chose it to be; Life’s the way you make of it; Life’s the way you believe it to be; Life’s the way you see it….

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WHOLEHEARTEDLY USE DEATH Wholeheartedly use the knife; but not to ruthlessly massacre and preposterously kill, Irrefutably ensure that you blazingly drove the treacherously salacious devil; fathomless kilometers away from your sacrosanct motherland; with its intrepid sharpness instead… Wholeheartedly use the thorn; but not to hedonistically puncture innocuously mesmerizing skin; Irrefutably ensure that you poignantly carved an unfathomable flurry of mystically embellished designs in impeccably whites sands; with its explicitly blistering edge instead… Wholeheartedly use the bludgeon; but not to lambaste immaculately intriguing scalps into infinitesimally pulverized ash, Irrefutably ensure that you unflinching defended all those torturously divested; from the diabolical footsteps of the indiscriminately advancing devil; with its formidable strength instead… Wholeheartedly use the abuse; but not to lecherously reproach the sacredly widowed mother, Irrefutably ensure that you taught an ultimate lesson to the sanctimoniously sodomized politicians son; who kept even the most pricelessly divine entity alive at the tip of his cadaverous shoe; with its resonating whiplash instead … Wholeheartedly use the scarecrow; but not to baselessly petrify the innocently wandering and blessedly blossoming child, Irrefutably ensure that you insuperably sequestered fathomless fields of quintessential corn; from truculently infiltrating beats; with its amorphous uncanniness instead…. Wholeheartedly use the curse; but not to baselessly jinx the enchantingly newborn and vivaciously bustling with the first cry of vibrant life, Irrefutably ensure that you perpetually froze derogatorily frigid corruption; in its very nonchalantly ghastly roots; with its acerbic sultriness instead…. Wholeheartedly use the venom; but not to hideously asphyxiate the staggering beggar’s already dwindling breath, Irrefutably ensure that you decimated even the most 272

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evanescent trace of evil from the fabric of the painstakingly degrading and deteriorating society; with its inevitable aftermath instead…. Wholeheartedly use the storm; but not to perniciously drown compassionately embracing friends to the invidiously grassless rock bottom and the mouth of the emaciated whale, Irrefutably ensure that you unassailably overwhelmed even the most diminutive speck of abominable prejudice; with its rejuvenating waves instead…. Wholeheartedly use shit; but not to meaninglessly deluge the meadows of uninhibitedly righteous scent with an unsurpassable squall of preposterously ungainly stench, Irrefutably ensure that you indefatigably painted the irately bloodsoaked castles of brutally incarcerating anarchists; with its indescribably lascivious ostracism instead…. Wholeheartedly use the acid; but not to heinously victimize and char holistic entities into capricious chunks of bizarrely threadbare absolution, Irrefutably ensure that you extinguished the murderous existence of all those mordantly infidel molesters; with its implacably fuming fire instead…. Wholeheartedly use the vultures; but not to ludicrously pluck at the skin of organisms; unequivocally marching as the harbingers of timelessly benevolent humanity, Irrefutably ensure that you entirely snapped the fangs of manipulatively parasitic ghosts; with their unstoppably hunting beaks instead…. Wholeheartedly use betrayal; but not to devilishly separate two perennially coalescing and divinely bonding lovers, Irrefutably ensure that you created unbreakable rifts between the horrific monsters of ghoulishly imprisoning hell; with its delinquently dolorous remorse instead…. And wholeheartedly use death; but not to criminally strangulate truthfully burgeoning and exhilaratingly united mankind, Irrefutably ensure that you beautifully relieved all those inexplicably rotting in mortuaries of incurably maiming disease; with its limitless silence instead….

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for its vicissitude of precariously uncanny discrepancies, Whether you face it with unsurpassable unassailable determination; or whether you perennially hid your nonchalantly trembling skin; from its flamingly prowling eyes, Whether you face it with blissfully cavorting happiness; or whether you weep a billion tears a minute; for it horrifically divesting you of your pristinely near and dear, Whether you face it with celestially fructifying enthusiasm; or whether you assassinate it using every trace of your priceless blood; for not listening to the inner most tunes of your passionately mesmerizing heart, Whether you face it with royally silken graciousness; or whether you uselessly expend every unfurling minute of your day; thunderously castigating its winds of gratuitously indiscriminate inequality, Whether you face it with everlastingly iridescent eclecticism; or whether you deliberately sink you pathetic form infinite feet beneath your grave; just to escape its unending labyrinth of harsh realities, Whether you face it with unstoppably patriotic breath; or whether you tirelessly attempt to entirely snap its ungainly wings; for not supporting you to transcend to the ultimate heavenly paradise, Whether you face it with immortally insuperable love; or whether you wanted it to diminish away like a gutter of frigidly futile worm; for parasitically sucking every iota of your amiable camaraderie and happiness, For if you are not the Omnipotently Almighty Lord; life was; is and will always remain to be a tornado of inexplicable vacillations; a Sun which at times rises and at times coldbloodedly sets; a flower which at times blossoms into optimistic fragrance and at times invidiously crumbles away; an ocean which at times swirls towards the majestic sky and at times is nothing but a bed of lackadaisically decrepit stones, So its better if you faced it smilingly and without the slightest of cacophonic regret; because for every organism breathing and blessedly alive and not the Lord Divine; life has been and will always continue to be a nonnegotiable compromise….

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When the inexorably rich and dictatorial produced a battalion of children of their own; they called it the law of astoundingly unstoppable proliferation at its ageless best, While when the same was done by the miserably tearstained and hapless beggar; the so called staunchly conventional society; termed it as the jinx of devilishly merciless population explosion… When the staggeringly rich and superfluous flirted as if mischievous young children; they called it the most celestially blessed culmination of the immaculately unassailable divine, While when the same was done by the jaggedly disheveled beggar; the so called perspicaciously conventional society; termed it as insanely unsolicited balderdash…

And when the boundlessly rich and princely inhaled quintessentially emollient air every unfurling instant; they called it the ultimate mantra of symbiotically philanthropic existence, While when the same was done by the obliviously decaying beggar; the so called irrevocably conventional society; termed it as a parasitically intolerable and cold-bloodedly murderous burden on the trajectory of immortal mother earth…

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FAVORITE WORKSHOP An idle palm; is the diabolically estranged and truculently cold-blooded murderer’s; favorite workshop, An idle lip; is the treacherously decrepit and horrendously inexplicable sorrow’s; favorite workshop, An idle foot; is the preposterously lazing and salaciously sucking parasite’s; favorite workshop, An idle eye; is the wholesomely obfuscating and invidiously terrorizing night’s; favorite workshop, An idle vein; is the dreadfully dangerous and cadaverously criminal cancer’s; favorite workshop, An idle hair; is the malevolently prejudiced and lecherously tawdry dandruff’s; favorite workshop, An idle mouth; is the disgustingly pompous and bizarrely delirious emptiness’s; favorite workshop, An idle ear; is the drearily penurious and sardonically stagnant absolution’s ; favorite workshop, An idle tongue; is the obnoxiously inane and iconoclastically ignominious abuse’s; favorite workshop, An idle bone; is the brutally perfidious and uxoriously libidinous misanthrope’s; favorite workshop, An idle wound; is the nonchalantly pernicious and bawdily infinitesimal worm’s; favorite workshop, An idle tooth; is the threadbarely demonic and distraughtly dilapidated cavities’; favorite workshop, An idle flesh; is the impotently lackadaisical and menacingly incarcerating infertility’s; favorite workshop, An idle spine; is the devilishly ostracizing and venomously debilitating boredom’s; favorite workshop, An idle stomach; is the satanically strangulating and atrociously suppressing constipation’s; favorite workshop, An idle shadow; is the insanely blood-curling and whimsically sporadic torture’s; favorite workshop, An idle conscience; is the barbarously egregious and gorily excoriating lies’; favorite workshop, An idle nostril; is the precariously pulverizing and perpetually silencing death’s; favorite workshop, An idle heart; is the frigidly sabbatical and 278

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ominously shriveling traitor’s; favorite workshop, And an idle mind; is the rapaciously maniacal and devastatingly massacring devil’s; favorite workshop…

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SPECTACULARLY MAJESTIC LIFE As long as there was a relentless urge to drink the most enthrallingly ecstatic elixir’s of this fathomless planet; marvelously satiate the infuriatingly irascible sensations in the miserably parched throat, As long as there was an ardent urge to intrepidly adventure through the mystically redolent fields of enchanting life; be mesmerized by the ebulliently passing winds to the most unprecedented limits, As long as there was an unflinching urge to zip through fathomless bits of crystal blue space; feel tirelessly mollified by the sensations of enthralling newness timelessly wandering in the celestial atmosphere, As long as there was an insatiable urge to get voraciously tickled in the ribs; by bountifully tantalizing seductresses; triggering a whirlpool of unsurpassable desire all throughout the fabric of the everlasting night, There was a desire to exhilaratingly breathe; there was a desire to exist till times beyond infinite infinity; O! Yes there was spectacularly majestic life… 1… As long as there was an unprecedented urge to sight the limitlessly panoramic beauty of this perennially bestowing planet; replenish even the most infinitesimal of your beleaguered senses with its unbelievably stupendous splendor, As long as there was an unparalleled urge to benevolently share; royally assimilate all goodness on this timelessly Samaritan planet, As long as there was an irrevocable urge to tirelessly procreate; magnificently proliferate god’s most sacrosanct chapter of creation and effulgent newness; till the very last veritable breath that you exhaled, As long as there was an incorrigible urge to artistically evolve; intermingle even the most inconspicuous speck of your countenance; with the winds of magically bestowing poetry, There was a desire to fantastically breathe; there was a desire to exist in astounding synergy with the belly of nature divine; O! Yes there was perpetually 280

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insuperable life… 2… As long as there was an intransigent urge to mischievously cavort through rain soaked mud; soar surreally through the mellifluously robust cocoon of silken clouds, As long as there was an immutable urge to drown into the aisles of endless sensuality; let the boundless oceans of connubial bliss wholesomely transcend over your every priceless minute, As long as there was an irretrievable urge to diffuse convivial laughter; philanthropically ameliorate sadistically whiplashed living kind; towards an optimistically brilliant tomorrow, As long as there was an infallible urge to handsomely replenish the wildly reverberating pangs of hunger in your stomach; with the miraculously healing fruits of robust nature, There was a desire to charismatically breathe; there was a desire to exist perennially bonded with your eternal beloved; O! Yes there was unconquerably emollient life… 3… As long as there was an inexorable urge to unveil your eyes to the rainbows of vivaciously burgeoning righteousness; forever quell diabolically insidious crime with the waves of ubiquitous peace and synergistic humanity, As long as there was an irrefutable urge to clasp hand in hand and walk fearlessly forward; stand peerlessly tall to defend the cause of blazingly patriotic truth, As long as there was an unending urge to embellish the body like a newly-wedded bride; live and let live like an unshakable prince; even though were about to abjure from every kingly pleasure of survival, As long as there was an intractable urge to earn your very own livelihood; royally fend for your own body and bone; without being a salaciously decrepit parasite on lame orphanages and kin, There was a desire to unchallangably breathe; there was a desire to exist forever huddled as a child in the impregnable lap of your heavenly mother; O! Yes there was pristinely magical life…

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FIRST Even the most insuperably Omnipotent of Sun had to intransigently burn itself first; before imparting boundless galleries of optimistically mitigating and enchanting daylight, Even the most unbelievably voluptuous waves had to clash against the cold-blooded rocks first; before diffusing into an exhilarating odyssey of timelessly poignant froth, Even the most iridescently emollient stars had to float in obscurely disdainful clouds and blackness first; before entrancing the entire Universe with an endless stream of spell bindingly cavorting twinkle, Even the most indomitably towering mountains had to face the indiscriminate whiplash of gratuitously inexorable storm; rain and traitors first; before compassionately sequestering countless helpless in their invincible belly, Even the most harmoniously synergistic of bees had to get unsparingly mobbed in their hives first; before exuding into the most bountifully fructifying of majestically golden honey, Even the most prolifically talented writers had to cry a billion tears of eccentric frustration first; before evolving a whole new civilization of astoundingly blessed freshness; through each of their effusively ebullient words, Even the most mystically serene forests had to bear the brutally agonizing roar of the untamed lion first; before wonderfully metamorphosing into a paradise of celestially impregnable sleep, Even the most impeccably sacrosanct milk had to obnoxiously molest and pulverize itself first; before transforming into cisterns of unsurpassably heavenly and incredulously frolicking curd, Even the most opulently diamond studded candle had to ludicrously melt itself first; before culminating into a beam of priceless hope; in the forlornly cadaverous and starless night, Even the most unequivocally scintillating of mirror had to shatter itself into an infinite fragments of 282

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nothingness first; before it could reflect the most unbiasedly truthful and unconquerable image of eternal righteousness, Even the most holistically ever-pervading goddess had to peerlessly cross the austerely blazing fires first; before proving to her husband that she was an unparalleled apostle of unshakable faithfulness and humanity, Even the most beautifully burgeoning soil had to disastrously puncture itself with seeds first; before miraculously sprouting into the royally untainted fruits of unflinchingly mesmerizing humanity, Even the most melodiously resting mind had to uncontrollably fantasize first; before incredulously mollifying each of its restlessly howling dormitories with inevitably gratifying siesta, Even the most compassionately inhaling sheep had to mercilessly shave their skins first; before ubiquitously imparting entities of every fraternity; with unconquerably convivial warmth, Even the most stupendously fragrant roses had to face the onslaught of a limitless vituperative insects on their petals first; before perpetuating an unprecedented gorge of egalitarian scent; in the hearts of one and all organism; sacredly alike, Even the most articulately ingratiating magician had to drown himself into a spell of tirelessly flawless concentration first; before spawning a hall of brilliantly unfettered magic, Even the most irrefutably spotless conscience had to transcend over a trillion treacherously derogatory lies first ; before timelessly proliferating into an unceasing cosmos of Omnipresently bestowing justice, Even the most pricelessly inimitable of inventions had to lick lugubriously meaningless dirt and shit first; before handsomely enlightening the entire planet with light of regally dazzling newness, And even the most immortal of love and life had to embrace a fathomless deaths in the coffins of indiscriminately excoriating hell first; before blossoming into an insuperably ever-pervading atmosphere of prosperity; divinity and endlessly symbiotic paradise…

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THE TRUEST KING Just philandering through the unfathomably embellished interiors of the palace; doesn’t make you even one iota of a prince at all, He who might be breathing in an infinitesimally dingy hole; but yet obeying the principles of timelessly unequivocal and synergistic simplicity; epitomizes gloriously unparalleled kinghood; is indeed the truest king… Just adorning your fingers with the costliest of rings and glittering diamonds of the earth; doesn’t make you even one speck of a prince at all, He who might be walking barefoot without even a roof to sequester his scalp; but yet beautifully bonding with every fraternity of living kind handsomely alike; epitomizes brilliantly insuperable kinghood; is indeed the truest king… Just unrelentingly rolling through mountains of unsurpassable gold while nonchalant snores emanated from your mouth; doesn’t make you even one whisker of a prince at all, He who might be wandering without a cloth on his uncontrollably shivering body; but yet kissing the sacrosanct soil which had pricelessly evolved him; epitomizes unshakably royal kinghood; is indeed the truest king.. Just endlessly partying in under waterfalls of the most opulent of wine; cavorting with the most emolliently tantalizing fairies on this earth; doesn’t make you even one shadow of a prince at all, He who might be without a mercurial morsel of food in his stomach; but yet altruistically offering every droplet of his blood to mitigate hedonistically tyrannized humanity; epitomizes unassailably peerless kinghood; is indeed the truest king… Just uncontrollably massacring everything that came into your hands; at your own whimsically eccentric will; doesn’t make you one impression of a prince at all, He who might be profusely drenched in nothing but ordinarily colorless sweat all day and night; but yet holistically frolicking with and indefatigably admiring the panoramic treasures of Nature divine; epitomizes impregnably unflinching kinghood; is indeed the truest king… 284

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Just fostering a cornucopia of the most sagaciously rarest literature in the world; unceasingly smoking the highest quality cigar in your library while countless slaved for you outside; doesn’t make you one grain of a prince at all, He who might be sporadically hurled in by the unsparingly violent sea tides; but yet harnessing each alphabet of his writing with the fragrance of unconquerably blissful truth; epitomizes triumphantly eternal kinghood; is indeed the truest king… Just making the entire planet dance at the tips of your snobbishly sullen fingers; using disastrously nuclear and atomic power to its vindictive best; doesn’t make you one breath of a prince at all, He who might be inevitably nearing his dreaded corpse; but yet fervently working towards uniting the acrimoniously estranged planet into the religion of unbreakable humanity; epitomizes celestially effulgent kinghood; is indeed the truest king… Just adorning your spurious skin with the earth’s greatest perfumes; toasting to your feckless success while countless licked the squalidness of your anarchist shoe; doesn’t make you one ingredient of a prince at all, He who might be hoisting unimaginable tonnes of garbage on his head for indispensable survival; but yet compassionately parenting every infant dreadfully orphaned on this globe; epitomizes wonderfully ebullient kinghood; is indeed the truest king… Just inhaling the most sensuously untainted flowers in your palatial gardens for a second; and then making them the mincemeat of your toweringly decrepit feet; doesn’t make you one wink of a prince at all, He who might be unstoppably bleeding under the attack of sadistically cannibalistic parasites; but yet ardently leaning forward to protect the divinely redolence of his selfless mother till his very last breath; epitomizes indomitably perpetual kinghood; is indeed the truest king… And just floating in the aisles of silken luxury for times immemorial; liberating the hideously entrapped sensuality in your body to the most unprecedented limits; doesn’t make you one cranny of a prince at all, He who might be truculently shattered to an infinite pieces by the disparagingly conventional society; but yet solely following the innermost tunes of his heart and ubiquitously disseminating the spirit of immortal 285

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TIME The more you tried to stringently control it; the more it rampantly slipped away from your invincible grasp, The more you tried to irrevocably stop it; the more it uncontrollably sped past the corridors of unceasingly unfathomable infinite infinity, The more you tried to chauvinistically govern it; the more it inevitably took an insuperable grip upon even the most inconspicuous element of your destiny, The more you tried to irretrievably compress it; the more it rebounded back towards the aisles of boundless eternity; forever and ever and ever, The more you tried to truculently asphyxiate it; the more it uninhibitedly gallivanted like a majestic lion; for whom sky was the only veritable limit, The more you tried to transcend beyond it; the more it left you a billion kilometers lagging behind; the instant you dared alight your nimble foot, The more you tried to invidiously poison it; the more it sprouted afresh in a countless rejuvenatingly new forms; from a countless directions which you could never ever perceive, The more you tried to chauvinistically incarcerate it; the more it unequivocally flew in the skies of unparalleled freedom; for centuries and moments immemorial, The more you tried to torturously tie it; the more euphorically it leapt towards the paradise of Omnipotently silken freedom; magnificently attuning all humanity to the pragmatic essence of blissful existence, The more you tried to bury it fathomless feet in the graveyards of hell; the more it profoundly perpetuated its insuperable grip upon every echelon of blessed living kind, The more you tried to hedonistically distort it; the more it evolved into its unbelievably redolent grace; with the heavens of unassailable truth written all over it, The more you tried to abhorrently erase it; the more it unflinchingly burgeoned; into a fountain of invincibly redolent sagaciousness, The more you tried to uncouthly repel it; the more it intractably embedded itself to every quintessentially happening aspect of your vibrant life, 287

The more you tried to make it derogatorily sedentary; the more it tirelessly ticked; not resting even an ethereal instant even after every organism on this earth had wholesomely extinguished, The more you tried to satanically bribe it; the more it unstoppably blazed into an unprecedented gorge of patriotic truth and triumphant selflessness, The more you tried to salaciously recycle it; the more it iridescently blossomed into unending newness; for moments beyond an infinite more births yet to unveil, The more you tried to dastardly retract it; the more it jubilantly galloped towards the chapters of victoriously enchanting proliferation; eternally continuing God’s enthrallingly wonderful creation, The more you tried to cold-bloodedly murder it; the more it spawned into bounteously everlasting prosperity; enlightening every organism alive with the magic of spell binding optimism, The more you tried to lethally silence it; the more it boisterously permeated the true spirit of endlessly God-gifted existence; to continents fathomlessly diversified; far and wide, O! Yes and try as hard as you could; you simply wouldn’t be able control it; you simply wouldn’t able to stop it till the time you breathe and even after; for that’s how it has forever been; that’s how it is and by the grace of God shall forever be; O! Yes believe it or not; but that for you is royally unconquerable TIME…

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HOW THE HELL CAN YOU EVER DARE ??? Can you ever dare to call enchantingly mesmerizing fantasy; as dastardly unemployed; even in the most inanely bizarre of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call timelessly burgeoning innovation; as ghastily unemployed; even in the most treacherously delinquent of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call unsurpassably untamed sensuality; as murderously unemployed; even in the most sadistically remorseful of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call ubiquitously compassionate brotherhood; as salaciously unemployed; even in the most tyrannically incarcerating of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call blissfully symbiotic environment; as abjectly unemployed; even in the most hedonistically cadaverous of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the rhapsodically eternal seawave; as derogatorily unemployed; even in the most nefariously perverted of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the impeccably unconquerable lap of the divine mother; as satanically unemployed; even in the most torridly truculent of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent clouds in the sky; as maliciously unemployed; even in the most acrimoniously venomous of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the redolently Omnipresent rose; as lethally unemployed; even in the most cold-bloodedly bludgeoning of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the magically fructifying dewdrops; as preposterously unemployed; even in the most demonically unceremonious dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the resplendently shimmering stars; as debasingly unemployed; even in the most deliriously lugubrious of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the mystically rubicund cheeks; as brutally unemployed; even in the most sardonically castigated of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the pristinely newborn child; as perfidiously unemployed; even in the most brazenly idiosyncratic of dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the vivaciously exuberant peacock; as ignominiously unemployed; even in the most invidiously sinister of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the aisles of everlasting 289

paradise; as vituperatively unemployed; even in the most egregiously embittered of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the seductively crimson crested nightingale; as horrendously unemployed; even in the most cannibalistically prurient of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call priceless streams of quintessentially perennial water; as horrifically unemployed; even in the most nonchalantly slavering of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the impregnably cardinal blacks of the eye; as lackadaisically unemployed; even in the most insidiously squandering of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the invincibly sequestering mountains; as unabashedly unemployed; even in the most perilously withering of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent seeds sown in emollient soil; as baselessly unemployed; even in the most profanely deteriorating of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the unceasingly enlightening rays of the Sun; as pugnaciously unemployed; even in the most capriciously flagrant of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the perpetual caverns of life-bestowing breath; as dangerously unemployed; even in the most ominously disoriented of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call royally peerless artistry; as fecklessly unemployed; even in the most haughtily sanctimonious of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the religion of unassailable humanity; as regretfully unemployed; even in the most obsoletely livid of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the crops spawning miraculously from mother soil; as diabolically unemployed; even in the most corruptly sodomized of your dreams ? Can you ever dare to call the heaven of immortally insuperable love; as parsimoniously unemployed; even in the most unscrupulously wastrel of your dreams ? Therefore how the hell can you ever dare to call a poet whose every ingredient of crimson blood is composed of nothing else but all of the above, and an infinite more astoundingly benevolent sensitivity; as threadbarely unemployed; even in the most hatefully stagnating of your dreams ?

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THE ULTIMATE LOVE My eyes were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this gargantuan planet could read them; could explicitly decipher the emotions in their impeccable whites, But the ultimate impression on their moistened periphery; was the immortal image of your Omnipotently blessed life… My lips were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this fathomless planet could read them; could fecklessly frolic and insurmountably tantalize them, But the ultimate kiss on their rubicund contours; was the unconquerably truthful imprint of your altruistically peerless life… My palms were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this gigantic planet could read them; could joyously trace the sensuous folds of succulent skin curled delectably within, But the ultimate destiny on their humble trajectory; was every perennially fructifying moment of your philanthropically symbiotic life… My shoulders were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this limitless planet could read them; could uninhibitedly perch upon them to give holistic reprieve to their pathetically exhausted legs, But the ultimate strength on their obeisant bones; was the unequivocally blazing tenacity of your righteously emollient life…. My perspiration was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this tireless planet could read it; could joyously splash it towards the regale curtains of emerald sky, But the ultimate fragrance in its gregarious sparkle; was the benevolently persevering energy of your inexhaustibly proliferating life… My face was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this insuperable planet could read it; could embellish it with the jewels and paraphernalia of their choice, But the ultimate smile on its innocuously unfettered exteriors; was the victoriously effulgent stride of your timelessly endowing life… My skin was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this endless planet could read it; could salaciously make it a nimble prey of their rapaciously uncontrollable desire, But the ultimate sensation on its diminutively 291

wrinkled persona; was the indomitably untamed enchantment of your spell bindingly artistic and surreally titillating life… My shadow was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this ever-pervading planet could read it; could feast in its gloriously mollifying tranquility to shield the blistering rays of the unsparing afternoon Sun, But the ultimate euphoria on its inscrutably elongated silhouette; were the infinite shades of tirelessly benign freshness of your marvelously aristocratic life… My conscience and breath were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this unstoppable planet could read them; could bask in the glory of their divinely unadulterated exhilaration for an infinite more lifetimes, But the ultimate signature on their quintessential fabric; was the symbiotically humanitarian bonding of your pristinely unassailable life…

And my heart was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this countless planet could read it; could surreptitiously pilfer its passion to delightfully ignite their every salaciously impoverished night, But the ultimate love on each of its unnervingly ardent beats; was the impregnably Godly breath of your panoramically perpetual life….

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MUSIC: THE FOOD FOR LIFE Music is an enchanting reverie which never ends; inundating your dying soul with perpetual happiness, Music is a mesmerizing bird which keeps soaring endlessly through the mystical clouds; nostalgically transiting you back into realms of impeccable childhood, Music is a resplendent star in the cosmos; which incessantly keeps rejuvenating withering lives from the brink of despairing extinction, Music is a tantalizing whisper which astoundingly proliferates in the mind as each second unveiled; truly escalating the spirit of existence, Music is a poignant panacea for the most inexplicable of ailment; profoundly blending the rhythm of the passionate heart with all the goodness prevailing in the atmosphere, Music is a wave of euphoric rhapsody; which washes away all those sins; you may have inadvertently stumbled upon, Music is a profusely redolent rose; uninhibitedly disseminating its scent to whomsoever who wanted to inhale it, Music is the invincible ladder to ebullient success; propelling you to rise from the obnoxious ashes; everytime you horrendously faltered in your step, Music is a vivacious rainbow; deluging mundane survival with compassionate loads of vibrant color and charm, Music is a captivating fountain; bestowing each life it besieged with a festoon of emphatic melody, Music is the most effusive form of expression; stirring the most inner most recesses of the conscience to unbelievably unprecedented limits, Music is more gorgeous than the voluptuous shadow; unfurling an unsurpassable tale of tantalizing mystery in each of its tunes, Music is the most immaculate sound which a tangible organism could ever emanate; the most sacrosanct tune; which perpetually unites one and all; alike, Music is a seductive trail that leads to the most marvelously tingling fantasy; a dream which only the angels in the heavens could coalesce with and conceive, Music is a indomitable protagonist; absorbing even the 293

most infinitesimal trace of acrimonious hostility; in the swirl of its tenacious pulse, Music is a magnificently surreal cloud which relentlessly rains; blessing the lives of countless with the essence of its sacred grace, Music is a velvety feather which not only triggers an untamed exultation in breathless identities; but rekindles them to lead a myriad of infinite more exciting lives, Music is the religion you believe in; the language in which your very first ancestor used to merrily converse, Music is the solitary ray of dazzling light in the preposterously morbid tunnel; engendering you to emerge victorious in the Herculean struggle called life, Music is an arrow which hits its target completely blindfolded; rises as the uncrowned prince; even as the entire planet headed towards inevitably disdainful destruction, Music is an intriguingly innocuous child; that stays forever young even after undergoing an incomprehensible battalion of deaths, Music is the insurmountable spice which foments even the dead to rise from their graves; dance in stupendously sultry winds in the throes of moonlit midnight, Music is the most wonderful entertainment bereft of a single penny; and yet amazingly reinvigorating the entire system with blissful synergies that the body had always desired, Music is the sparkle of ones eye; the glow which every personality radiates in the most divinely contented stage of life, Music is the whistling air you breathe; the ecstatic spurts of energy you expend while trespassing on every path of life; the celestial flurry of smiles on your countenance as you are enthralled by the creation of God, Music is indeed the reason why you live; the reason why you will always choose to love; or shall we say MUSIC IS THE IRREFUTABLE FOOD FOR LIFE….

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THE WORLD OUTSIDE When I was just born; freshly emanating the first cry of my life, The world outside seemed an obsolete haze to my eyes; which searched frantically amidst all alien; for my place in this vast globe…. When I grew up a trifle; the bones impregnated in my persona now molding their way beneath my skin, The world outside seemed to be as raw as the ethereal rays of vespered dawn; and my eyes were lost in profusely absorbing the magnificent beauty of this enchanting Universe… When I bounced and frolicked in the lawns of kindergarten; just learning to converse with my elders, The world outside seemed to be stupendously blossoming to my eyes; and I inadvertently stumbled upon more than a million things every unfurling minute…. When I catapulted into my teens; the crimson blood incarcerated in my veins circulating faster than thunderbolts of white electricity, The world outside seemed an island of untamed romance to my eyes; with my heartbeats insatiably longing for the ultimate love of my life… When I stepped into the corridors of robust youth; a fleet of exhilarated muscle now leaving a poignant impression on my rubicund flesh, The world outside seemed a manipulative playground to my eyes; with an insurmountable desire to earn my own bread now overwhelming everything else prevailing in the atmosphere…. When I bonded into threads of holy matrimony; taking a sacrosanct vow in front of the Creator; to walk step by step with my newly embellished bride, The world outside seemed a blend of fantasy and pragmatic reality to my eyes; with each hour at work; tumultuously reinvigorating my desire to spend countless hours under compassionately fiery breath under pearly midnight…. When I procreated new blood of my own; a flurry of God's most mesmerizing creation nestling innocuously on my shoulders, The world outside seemed a fabulous paradise to my eyes; and even though I was unfathomably penurious; the innocent voices of my children catapulted me 295

infinite kilometers beyond blissful heaven…. When I inevitably had to taste disdainfully crippling old age; the color of my skin now painstakingly withering towards thin wisps of remote oblivion, The world outside seemed an acrimonious thorn to my eyes; with the very people whom I had fostered in my times of Herculean strength; now trampling indiscriminately over my integrity…. And when I was about to take my last breath; horrifically writhing in unsurpassable agony to bid my last adieu to this planet, The world outside seemed like when I was just born to my eyes; everything so fresh; everything so hazy; everything so me; and even though I died; I felt that the chapter of existence had begun once again….

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CAREERS IN LOVE For careers in computers; a profound understanding of intricate hardware and software; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in dentistry; a sagaciously comprehensive insight into the intriguing chemistry of teeth; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in teaching; an elaborate perception regarding the subject to be taught; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in modeling; a stupendously enchanting countenance with streaks of blistering flamboyance; were an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in journalism; a discerning eye comprehending myriad strata's of the society; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in palmistry; a mystical analysis of the handsomely enigmatic bifurcations of the palm; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in commercial business; prudently sound grasping of the laws of management compounded with skills of astute manipulation; were an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in gardening; a fabulous conception of the fraternity of soil and water used; as an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in acting; an undaunting attitude to face the camera; blended with emotions fulminating from the innermost soul; were an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in sky gazing; an overwhelmingly abhorrent dislike for leading life coalesced with incredulously profuse nonchalance; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in speed racing; an outrageous propensity for treacherous terrains; alongwith a penchant for adventurously tingling danger; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in boxing; a battalion of muscle intrepidly ready to confront the mightiest of onslaught on this earth; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in advertising; an innovative cognition of clients and vacillating brand market images; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in the army; an unflinchingly indomitable 297

spirit to relinquish breath for the nation every moment; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in the hotel kitchenette; an insatiable conception of ingratiatingly delectable cuisine; thoroughly tickling the unsurpassable no. of taste buds; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in swimming; an insurmountable passion for the ravishingly undulating waves coupled with the tumultuous exhilaration of relishing natures most precious gift on your skin; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in calligraphy; an inexorable dexterity of the knotted finger to consistently emboss grandiloquent alphabets; was an indispensable prerequisite, For careers in truth; an irrefutable obeying of the righteous voices of impeccable conscience; was an indispensable prerequisite, But for careers in love; there was simply no prerequisite required; for all you needed was a heart that passionately throbbed; a soul that romantically wandered; a breath that cascaded compassionately like never before; and believe me you'll make the best career ever conceivable on this planet; infact the most cherished CARRER CALLED LOVE…..

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COMPLETE Even if infinite eyes of mine made a single blind person see; I would consider my life to be endowed, Even if infinite ears of mine made a single deaf person hear; I would consider my life blissfully divine, Even if infinite legs of mine made a single maimed person run; I would consider my life higher than the sacrosanct skies, Even if infinite smiles of mine made a single orphan oblivious to the definition of pain; I would consider my life richer than all wealth assimilated on this planet, Even if infinite voices of mine made a single dumb person speak; I would consider my life to be as celestial as the dancing fairies, Even if infinite muscles of mine made a single deprived person strong; I would consider my life in perfect synchronization with the divine master who had created it, Even if infinite teeth of mine made a single old person scrupulously chew his meals; I would consider my life achieving the ultimate it had been created for, Even if infinite hair of mine made a single shivering person regain his warmth; I would consider my life more tenacious than any storm, Even if infinite shadows of mine made a single person brutally widowed find a home; I would consider my life as sacred as the lap of my heavenly mother, Even if infinite salutes of mine made a single person shamefully slithering on the ground feel like a king; I would consider my life the most cherished gift wandering on this Universe, Even if infinite tears of mine made a single satanic person accept the chapter of humanity; I would consider my life a beautiful flower whose essence never withers, Even if infinite fantasies of mine made a single mad person wholesomely blissful; I would consider my life a paradise on which the angels tread, Even if infinite tunes of mine made a single lost person remember his impeccable childhood; I would consider my life more privileged than countless more 299

births to unveil, Even if infinite droplets of my blood made a single wounded person bounce back to euphoric life; I would consider my life to be the most treasured gold on this fathomless earth, Even if infinite days of mine made a single slaved person see brilliantly infallible beams of sunlight; I would consider my life in splendid harmony with the marvelous fruits of mother nature, Even if infinite kisses of mine made a single lecherous person savor the goodness of care; I would consider my life bereft of the tiniest of acrimonious thorn, Even if infinite hearts of mine made a single monotonous person love; I would consider myself more blessed than the saints meditating for years in obsolete wilderness, And if infinite breaths of mine made a single dead person rhapsodically galloping under the sky and fully alive; I would consider my life more marvelous than Omnipotent spirit of existence and COMPLETE….

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JUST A BIG ZERO Try impregnating it between L & VE; and you have the most enchanting word ever; in this fathomlessly sprawling universe, Try adding just a solitary digit to its rotund persona; and you have a numeral which exuberantly commences the chapter of mystically enigmatic numerology, Try rolling it down the hills with a thoroughly jaded stick; and I am sure you would catapult back into memories of nostalgically impeccable childhood, Try hurling it in free space; and it traversed magnificently like a majestic eagle; royally flirting in the air; before landing on the stupendously voluptuous carpet of verdant grass, Try embossing it after the last digit of your parsimonious check; and witness the impoverished account swell to dynamically kingly proportions, Try slipping it over your countenance; and it engulfs you for times immemorial; in its invincibly fascinating grip, Try writing it infinite no. of times on a barren page; and you suddenly have the paper staring back at you; profusely pepped up with volatile life, Try shouting it hysterically down the boundlessly deep gorge; and you inevitably feel a wave of tantalizing freshness; encapsulate your profoundly frazzled senses, Try overwhelmingly concentrating at the face of a new born child; and you'll find its innocuously charismatic impression wandering in abundance, Try compressing it just an inconspicuous trifle; and you'll get a line as straight as an arrow; ready to perpetuate infinite kilometers above the gorgeous clouds, Try blowing a euphorically melodious whistle which stirred insurmountable chords of seduction in the morbid winds around; and you'll see it appear on the perfectly open contours of your lips, Try placing it over every 1; and you'll find the integer simmer in unfathomable ardor; with poignant empathy radiating till times beyond eternity from its caricature, 301

Try molding countless rings of it in rampantly asymmetrical rows; and you'll soon evolve a delectable tunnel which; rekindles the passions of your diminishing soul, Try glimpsing it on the time piece of the disastrously crude bomb; and you'll hardly have time to reminisce the glorious moments of your life; as the contraption blasted through walls of senility; propelling obnoxious smoke to curl up menacingly towards the sky, Try sketching it on a lackadaisically rustic bored face; and you'd naturally diffuse into spurts of uninhibited laughter; as the entity miraculously metamorphosed into a clown, Try viewing the gargantuan Universe through it; and you'll find everything beautifully in focus; marvelously harmonious and synchronized like never before, Try embodying it after every feasibly conceivable sentence; and believe me this infinitesimal dot; was enough to put an immortal end to it for decades unsurpassable, Try embracing it at any juncture of your life; and you'll feel the wave of pretentious pompousness wholesomely disappear from your visage; realize your diminutive presence in front of the Almighty Lord, And inspite of all this; if you still ridicule that the number I was talking about was just a big zero; then I irrefutably invite you to think again….

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ON MY OWN FEET Don’t place me in a morbid graveyard; dolorously inundated with perpetually lifeless souls, Keep me instead in an island replete with boisterously bouncing children; effusively releasing themselves every instant into the full spirit of mesmerizing existence…. Don’t place me in a hideously diabolical dungeon; brimming perilously to the soil with treacherously lifeless cobwebs, Keep me instead in a fathomless field blossoming with scented flower; profusely diffusing their heavenly odor to catapult me into a world of insurmountable fantasy…. Don’t place me in disdainfully monotonous chains of pragmatic life; with each unleashing second punctuating me like a thousand insidious needles all over my nimble body, Keep me instead in a torrential cloudburst of exotic fantasy; voluptuously unfolding its boundless shades after the Sun had disappeared to give way to the grandiloquently star studded night…. Don’t place me on the luminous dial of the incessantly ticking grandfather clock; reminding me every moment of the time left until my abdication of breath, Keep me instead in the lap of my mother; which made me immortally feel that I was only an unscrupulous child ever since the time this earth was created…. Don’t place me in freezing caves harbored in the heart of the avalanche; metamorphosing passionately crimson blood in my veins; into stoically white ice, Keep me instead for perennial decades in the arms of my beloved; triggering infernos of untamed desire in each strand of my skin; as the Sun blazed like a dynamite in vivaciously blue sky…. Don’t place me in abhorrently obnoxious pages of medieval literature; crippling my wandering mind with a mind-boggling labyrinth of innumerable dates, Keep me instead in fabulously seductive tunnels of poetry; propelling me to soar like a handsome eagle through mists of desire; even as I lay on the brink of absolute extinction… Don’t place me in a well deluged with greazy oil; inevitably fomenting me to trip on every step I alighted, 303

Keep me instead on a euphorically rhapsodic carpet of enchanting grass; on which I rolled till times beyond creation; dreaming about all the mesmerizing beauty on this planet… Don’t place me behind the match box shaped table of mahogany; clerically signing a thousand letters every day; till the last day of my survival, Keep me instead abreast the mystically swimming sharks; fighting fanatically for each of my breath; and yet at the same time profoundly savoring; the true essence of precious life…. And don’t place me like a parasite on the doorstep of my parents; right since the first cry of my birth to the final draught of air I exhaled, Keep me instead O! Almighty Lord on my own feet; immediately after I galloped past the threshold of immaculate childhood; illuminating the eyes of my kin with fireballs of pride; for the son they had so dearly harnessed with their very own blood….

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THE DAY I DIDN’T BREATHE The day I didn’t wear clothes; I shivered uncontrollably in the austere breeze of uncouth winter, They day I didn’t eat food; I found myself miserably slithering towards the corridors of precarious starvation, The day I didn’t write poetry; I found my fingers virtually paralyzed; and the blood in my robust veins metamorphosed into a morbidly colorless liquid, The day I didn’t bathe; I felt pools of disdainfully fetid sweat; stab my impeccable visage more than a billion treacherous thorns, The day I didn’t sleep; I felt daggerheads of insurmountably fatigued exasperation; assassinating each iota of my blissfully mental peace, The day I didn’t wink; I felt the romantic youth in me die an obnoxiously famished death; all mischief in the atmosphere pathetically desert me like a piece of dilapidated garbage, The day I didn’t pray; I felt like a diabolical monster; drifting further and further away from the sacrosanct countenance of Omnipotent God, The day I didn’t lie in the lap of my mother; I felt as if the world had come to a brusque end; there wasn’t an iota of humanity prevailing in any quarter of this colossal Universe, The day I didn’t swim; I felt as if the insatiable exuberance in my bones had died a profusely asphyxiated death, The day I didn’t discover; I felt as if my incredulously augmenting fantasy; had ruthlessly blended with ethereally dwindling horizons, The day I didn’t dream; I felt that life was a barbarically monotonous workshop; with each hour of the day relentlessly restricted to the realms of parasitic office, The day I didn’t realize; I felt horrendously pompous and pretentiously inflated; with my conscience whipping me to profusely apologize to the mesmerizing winds outside, The day I didn’t drink water; I felt the tumultuously scorching agony in my throat; compelling me to swoon like withering fish on the ground, 305

The day I didn’t tease my sister; I felt as if I sitting astoundingly close to my grave; although I was just on the threshold to commence life, The day I didn’t gaze at the resplendent stars; I felt as if my world was intransigently confined to the four bare brick walls of my dwelling, The day I didn’t respect my elders; I felt that I was boisterously irascible fly; about to be inevitably squashed by the sword of righteousness, The day I didn’t listen to my heart; I felt as if I had horrifically failed in every attempt of mine; although I stood towering on the absolute pinnacle of life, The day I didn’t wholeheartedly love; I felt there was no reason to survive; started prematurely on my journey to the heavens; without the tiniest insinuation of Almighty Lord, And the day I didn’t breathe; there was no time for me to feel or romanticize about hell or heaven; for I lay like a wholesomely mute corpse; infact to cut the story short; I was irrefutably dead….

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HUMAN HEART No complications; not even the slightest trace of mystery engulfing it, No glamour; not even the most minuscule essence of salacious lechery embedded in it, No discrimination; not even an infinitesimal feeling of racism encompassing it, No hatred; not even a whisker of deceitful sound emanating from it, No flattery; not even the tiniest space of sanctimonious thought enveloping it, No artificiality; not even the most inconspicuous iota of debauchery penetrating it, No revenge; not even a diminutive particle of vindictive belligerence embodied in it, No lies; not even the remotest sign of manipulation lingering close to it, No pompousness; not even the thinnest cloud of formality entrapped in it, No hostility; not even the most obsolete form of rampant massacre encapsulating it, No stardom; not even the spurious feeling of worthlessly being something encircling it, No frigidity; not even the most bizarre sign of perilous old age permeating it, No infidelity; not even the most ethereal insinuations of betrayal puncturing it, No makeup; not even the most nascent forms of glitterati hovering around it, No sadness; not even the most microscopic bits of deplorable gloom circulating around it, No color; not even the most insipid tinge of haughty design circumventing it, No cowardice; not even the faintest shadow of fear and retreat entrenching it, No age; not even the most dreadful dwindling of bones affecting it, No rest; not even the most thunderous sleep at nightfall ceasing or having any impact on it, No price; not even the entire wealth amalgamated together in this world able to purchase it, Only love, desire, an overwhelmingly stupendous ardor to live; an immortal spirit of nostalgia; was how I would; and am sure all of you would choose to describe the violently palpitating and volatile HUMAN HEART…. 307

WITH AN EXISTENCE SUCH AS THIS Full of ecstatic adventure; overwhelmed with exuberant happiness, Full of unfathomable zeal; an insatiable desire to explore to the most unprecedented limits, Full of boisterous euphoria; an uncanny sense of adventure blended profusely with streams of scarlet blood, Full of tangy spice; an ocean of passionate sweat trickling ferociously with the unleashing second, Full of mystical tunes; inundated with a flurry of fabulously enchanting scent, Full of untamed escalating spirits; the desire to love and philander lingering astronomically in the soul, Full of inexplicable punch; deluged with doughty charisma from all possible and conceivable sides, Full of mesmerizing beauty; replete with vivacious colors to fathomlessly imagine, Full of an unsurpassable ability to conquer; trespassing over a blanket of acrid thorns on naked foot, Full of tingling smiles; a tumultuously vibrant shiver that crept down nimbly through the spine, Full of insurmountably daunting courage; an unflinching will to confront the mightiest of disaster, Full of rustic simplicity; with the rudiments of existence replicating primordial life of the jungles, Full of unrelenting buoyancy; always transgressing a couple of inches above soil, Full of irresistible attraction; a relentless urge to fully explore the most voluptuous tantalizing form, Full of blazing dynamism; an incorrigible ardor to march ahead with a perpetual longing to survive, Full of flamboyant muscle; an incomprehensible urgency to dash forward at the slightest of provocation, Full of marvelous memories; reminiscing incessantly about innocuously mischievous childhood, Full of cheek and perennially augmenting spice; rampantly caressing the infinite fruits of gorgeous nature, Full of blood-curling suspense; a thunderous virtue to swirl as high and handsome as the stormy waves, Full of boundless enthusiasm; a voice that indefatigably blurted out "NEVER SAY DIE", 308

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And I don’t know what I was or how I might have lived in my past life; but bless me O! Almighty Lord with an existence such as this in my present life…..

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NO SHORTCUTS The shortcut to reach the towering summit of the building; was to use the gold embossed escalator, The shortcut to pass the treacherous waves of the tumultuously stormy sea; was an electric paced motorboat, The shortcut to reach the astronomical peak of the colossal mountain; was a swanky airplane which flew faster than the speed of light, The shortcut to topmost fruit suspended from the branch of the gigantic tree; was a ladder with coherently aligned metal rungs, The shortcut to painstakingly masticating gargantuan morsels of food; was to consume equivalent amounts of tiny vitamin capsules, The shortcut to walking long distances on bare foot; was the bombastically haughty and silken complexioned and scarlet sports car, The shortcut to assiduously taxing the dainty fingers to pen down fathomless lines of literature; was the feather tipped and stupendously contemporary computer, The shortcut to bathing in cold water at the crack of every dawn; was to inundate your armpits with exotic scent; fool people as if you had washed your gruesomely sordid persona umpteenth number of times in the day, The shortcut to browsing onerously through the overwhelmingly bulky book; was to simply read its last page and drift off to blissful sleep, The shortcut to surreal fantasy and incredulously haywire fantasy; was to put abrupt brakes to your wild imagination, The shortcut to delivering the marathon speech for indefatigable hours on the trot; was to tell somebody to dub it perfectly in your voice, The shortcut to witnessing vivaciously striped lions wandering through a labyrinth of paths in the dense jungles; was to spot and profoundly admire them in their locked cage, The shortcut to waiting for rain to pelt down in harmonious unison from the sky; was to stand under an incessant stream of artificial bathroom shower water, The shortcut to sedulously tying buttons and wearing several garments every fresh morning; was to not change your previous attire at all, 310

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The shortcut to pertinently sniffing every now and again infinite times in a single day; was just one deafening and volcanic sneeze which nearly brought the roof down with its poignant ferocity, The shortcut to speaking a hundred lies; is uttering an irrefutably solitary yet formidably invincible truth, The shortcut to glancing at the watch every unleashing second of the day; is to gaze languidly forward to relish the color of natural light, The shortcut to crawling miserably on obdurate ground in an unfathomably enduring endeavor to reach the finishing line; is to wear a pair of ice skates; travel faster than the speed of light, The shortcut to prolifically earning quick money; was to marry a rich mans daughter; and worship him more than the almighty lord all your palpable life, The shortcut to speaking relentlessly all day; was to phlegmatically maneuver your snobbish fingers in thin wisps of gentle air, But as a matter of fact there simply was no shortcut to life; as one had to lead it every second; every minute; every hour; every day; till the time he was bestowed upon with the divinely prowess of inhaling breath; till the time the Omniscient Creator gave the order to live and love….

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WHY HAS TRUTH DISAPPEARED O! LORD More invincible than the colossal mountains; virtually impregnable from all sides, More unfathomable than the blue skies; prevalent in billions of entities transgressing upon the trajectory of this planet, More mesmerizing than the voice of the nightingale; illuminating a path of dazzling optimism in an atmosphere encroached viciously with ominous light, More transparent than the rays of the heavenly Sun; stringently annihilating the most minuscule trace of evil forever from this Universe, Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies ???

More poignant than the crimson streams of blood in body; irrefutably silencing the web of salacious lies with the power of its divinely voice, More cherished than any ornament in the world; not procurable for even the entire wealth assimilated on the planet, More unsurpassable than the golden horizons; tenaciously standing tall engulfed with a blanket of its own convictions, More grandiloquent than any sight decipherable by the eye; escalating incessantly in a majestic aura that encompassed the divine, Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies ???

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More passionate than the handsomely amber flames; incarcerating boundless in the swirl of its innocuous sincerity, Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies ???

More straighter than the arrow; embedding the virtue of righteousness even countless feet beneath soil, More revered than the footsteps of the amicable mother; holding the most supreme spot in each heart palpitating under the firmament of sky, More enchanting than the best of ingratiating perfume; instilling its perpetually benevolent fragrance in whosoever who even nimbly desired it, More ancient than even the earth on which we're living on was created; infact the only treasure with which any palpable entity was born, Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies ???

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THE GIRL WHOM I CALLED MY BELOVED The blood which flowed incessantly through my body; was that of my revered mother, While the entity who propelled it to circulate more passionately than flamboyant sunshine; was the girl whom I called my beloved… The color that profusely engulfed my rubicund lips; was that of my loving mother, While the entity who triggered it to blossom into a festoon of gregarious smiles; was the girl whom I called my beloved… The bones impregnated bountifully in my supple body; were that of my sacrosanct mother, While the entity who engendered them to audaciously confront the most acrimonious expeditions of life; was the girl whom I called my beloved…. The brain encapsulated blissfully beneath my skull; was that of my divinely mother, While the entity who punctuated it to perceive beyond the most unfathomable limits; was the girl whom I called my beloved… The contours of my intricately molded persona; were that of my heavenly mother, While the entity who embedded in them poignant traces of vivacious boisterousness; was the girl whom I called my beloved… The shades of my fabulously glistening eyes; were that of my irrefutably celestial mother, While the entity who perpetuated them to discriminate between the prudently good and diabolically bad; was the girl whom I called my beloved… The conglomerate of articulate fingers on my hands; were that of my adorable mother, While the entity who instigated them to evolve the most ingratiating verse in this world; was the girl whom I called my beloved… The voluptuously soft palms protruding from my skeleton; were that of my stupendously amicable mother, While the entity who harnessed each stage of my destiny to unfurl; was the girl whom I called my beloved…. The breath that lingered with unsurpassable equanimity in my nostrils; was that of my Omnipotent mother, While the entity who caused it to cascade with 314

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exuberantly ecstatic compassion; was the girl whom I called my beloved…. And the heart that lay invincibly incarcerated beneath my chest; was that of my immortally cherishable mother, While the entity who facilitated it to ardently palpitate all night and day; commence on a whole new chapter of love with each of its beat; was the girl whom I called my beloved….

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LIFE MEANS MORE Life means imagination; the ability to perceive and dream beyond the absolutely extraordinary, Life means observation; the magical prowess to imbibe the maximum out of the stupendously magnificent surroundings, Life means seduction; the uncanny desire of being tantalized every second to the most unprecedented limits, Life means devotion; the immortal virtue of being obsessed with the entity you uninhibitedly cherish and love, Life means fascination; the incessant entrenchment perpetuated by all the mesmerizing beauty wandering on this planet, Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life means more….

Life means grandiloquent; the royally majestic sights embedded on the trajectory of this boundless planet, Life means benevolent; the philanthropic element to help all those fellow compatriots in inexplicable misery and tumultuous pain, Life means turbulent; the vivacious swirl of rampant thoughts and emotions; that engulf one's countenance by storm, Life means fragrant; the profusely redolent aroma; which emanated from the voluptuous conglomerate of lotus in the pond, Life means prudent; the incomprehensible ability of the human brain to act the most sagaciously in every situation, Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life means more….

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simply beyond any power of comprehension, Life means unimaginable; the land which unfurled afresh; after each ounce of perceivable perception had completely exhausted, Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life means more….

Life means fabulous; more insurmountably enchanting than the silken puffs of voluptuously crimson clouds, Life means mysterious; deluged with a myriad of baffling puzzles at every step you alighted, Life means mischievous; as boisterously vivacious as the grin of a newly born infant; as poignant as the tear drop gushing from his eyes, Life means adventurous; inundated with exuberant spice as each second unleashed; plunging into the valley of ravishing excitement, Life means perilous; sandwiched mystically with dangerous impediments; which made a person rise from the ashes; in his fight for holistic survival, Life means incredulous; the greatest gift for every tangible organism to be bestowed upon with; exist in unison till the Almighty Lord commanded, Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life means more….

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TRY AND SEE INSTEAD Don’t blame the overwhelmingly blistering rays of the sweltering Sun; for the mind boggling proportions of heat it ruthlessly generated, Try and see instead the beams of optimistic light it profoundly illuminated; in the lives of infinite souls completely deluged with hopeless despair… Don’t blame the horrendously rotting apple for emanating an obnoxious scent; corrupting the spurious bliss of the grandiloquent atmosphere, Try and see instead the ingratiatingly blossoming effect it had on the dwindling crop; when embedded in soil as pinches of raw manure…. Don’t blame the profusely spike studded shoe for abrading your dainty feet; acting as a gruesome barricade to fresh spurts of air; from seeping inside, Try and see instead; the astronomical tenacity it offered to your nimble soles; to transgress undaunted; even through the most acrimoniously swirling fires…. Don’t blame the earthquake for treacherously devastating empty buildings; engendering the waves of the fabulous ocean to escalate taller than the skies, Try and see instead; the celestial rivulets of water it perpetuated; in the heart of miserably arid land…. Don’t blame the silvery sea shores for inhabiting a battalion of venomously lethal spiders; raring to feast on immaculate chunks of innocent flesh, Try and see instead; the unfathomable amounts of relaxation they provided to dreary adventurers; the perpetually mystical avenue they proved for lovers before tying the nuptial knot…. Don’t blame the clouds in the cosmos for fomenting a thunderously cacophonic noise; clashing mercilessly against each other to produce streaks of frightening lightening, Try and see instead; the mesmerizing droplets of rain they showered; the life yielding streams of vivacious liquid which poured in ferocious torrents on pathetically groaning soil…. Don’t blame the kettle for fulminating in tumultuous heat; scalding innocuous bits of skin with hostile droplets of sizzling liquid, Try and see instead the heavenly rejuvenation it imparted; with only infinitesimal sips of it; gently dribbling into the gloomy persona…. Don’t blame the conscience for being blatantly candid; 318

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blurting out things which could have been well camouflaged in realms of astute manipulation and malice, Try and see instead the stupendously comforting bliss that it provided to the countenance; the most explicit identity it endeavored to reveal of a man dying in embarrassing despair…. And don’t blame life for being tyrannical and satanically cruel; whipping you every unfurling second with the sword of inexplicable disease compounded with treacherous pain, Try and see instead its irrefutably sacred virtue; the infinite buckets of voluptuously passionate breath you inhaled to be living this very moment; survive at your unprecedented best in the most horrific of times….

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NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF BEGINNING Ordinarily the boy would have lazed all day on the grassy slopes; emanating huge yawns every other unfurling minute, But today he ran faster than the most supreme athlete; as the spotted panther was chasing him; ready to rip him apart from the last bone down his spine.. Ordinarily the youngster would have played cards all day; merrily frolicking about teasing girls strolling on the road, But today he perspired unrelentingly under the Sun; worked like a bull to appease his employer and earn money; as his father was no longer alive to feed him; ensure that he fantasized and slept to his hearts content. Ordinarily the King would have purchased all that he wanted on this earth; with the unprecedented power of his flamboyant jewels and wealth, But today he prayed diligently in front of the deity to bless him with a child; a virtue that the entire treasury of his opulence had miserably failed to purchase. Ordinarily the varied conglomerate of human beings intractably refrained from talking to each other; were supremely nonchalant of even knowing the name of who lived beside them, But today they slept together under the open sky; conversed amicably with each other irrespective of their inherent hatred; as the devastating earthquake struck the entire city at midnight. Ordinarily the manipulative minister would have ruined the whole nation; replenishing his personal resources with innocent people's money; demonstrating his theory of "Survival of the Fittest"; without even knowing the tiny alphabets that constituted life, But today he ruled the country with overwhelming harmony and justice; as his life was under threat from God's messiah who had descended from the sky; and if the reins slipped while governing the province; the reins of his life would slip forever in just fractions of seconds. Ordinarily every fisherman would have sat on the shores masticating red meat and wine; as their 320

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warehouses were inundated and overflowing with surplus grain and honey, But today he ventured out into the heart of swirling ocean; audaciously leapt in the midst of the tumultuous storm; laid his net confronting freezing cold and a battalion of shark; as his village and kin were starving; inevitably reeling under the aftermath of vicious drought. Ordinarily the housewife would have thrown the pack of nondescript candles with utter contempt as it occupied unnecessary space in her kitchen; replacing it with an array of shimmering silver chains and robust cherries, But today she incessantly prayed to God for the same; wildly groped through the interiors of the dwelling for that inconspicuous and condensed bundle of wax; as the vast town was abruptly engulfed with perpetual darkness; the stringent beams of brilliant electricity that were once the pride of her house had snapped off without prior notice. Ordinarily the diminutive chick would never have learnt to fly; feeling invincibly secure under the compassionate warmth of her mothers belly, But today it soared up high and handsome in the air; kissing the cocoon of clouds as it whistled by; as its mother hadn't returned till late evening; and the pangs of hunger in its stomach were far more effusive than its fear to shut its eyes and hide. Ordinarily I would have dismissed the idea of going 9 to 9 in the office with sheer contempt and malicious abuse; drowned in the aisles of poetic fantasy and tantalizing desire; penning down infinite lines of poetry sitting as a recluse in the corridors of my cozy home, But today I found myself smiling pretentiously in front of my employer; obeying even the most infinitesimal of his command; with my head sunk under a mountain of bulky paper and chequebook; as the kicks of the sardonic society and the paucity of funds through the words I evolved; had driven me out of my rosy dreamland to bear the brunt of monotonous Business. And ordinarily Man wouldn’t have done anything on this earth; would have grown older just staring at the moon; if God had given him everything on a platter; satisfied his every need the instant he uttered them as a faint whisper, But today he was seen running in all quarters of the globe; sweating and toiling under the acerbic rays of 321

the Sun; onerously studying under the horrendously dim light of the night bulb; conquering astronomical peaks with the ingenious thoughts circulating in his brain; as his necessity to exist was his only mother of beginning; infact the only thing that could have metamorphosed him from a sleeping saint into one who meditated continuously…

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DRINKING MY OWN ANGER I couldn’t hit the earth in my bouts of anger; as it was the one which grew the food necessary for my survival, I couldn’t hit the wall in my bouts of anger; as it was the one which sequestered my scalp against tumultuous storm and rain; it was the one which constituted and fortified my dwelling, I couldn't hit the tree in my bouts of anger; as it was laden with the fruits I nibbled in my times of relish; imparted me with velvety breeze in the sweltering night, I couldn’t hit the mirror in my bouts of anger; as it magnificently portrayed to me my pellucid and candid reflection; and doing so I knew would exacerbate the situation further; would make my own hand bleed, I couldn’t hit mothers stomach in my bouts of anger; for it was the singular pouch which had bore me for 9 months unrelentingly; the very sacred sac which was responsible for my existence today, I couldn’t hit the snake in my bouts of anger; for it guarded my treasury of wealth unflinchingly all night and day; and would viciously retort back the instant I raised my fingers to strike, I couldn’t hit the Sun in my bouts of anger; for it was the sole source of light which maneuvered me in the day; lit up my every morning with an enchanting smile, I couldn’t hit the child in my bouts of anger; for it was all the energy I possessed; was the sweetest little form of God running gleefully on this earth, I couldn’t hit the waters in my bouts of anger; for they were the ones who pacified my thirst several times a day; blended my life with loads of mesmerizing cool and shade, I couldn’t hit the silver plate in my bouts of anger; for it was the one in which I actually consumed my food three times in a day; and insulting it could probably result in not getting food even three times a year, I couldn’t hit the car in my bouts of anger; for it was the one which transported me marathon distances; saw to it that I my feet rested in luxury; as I 323

reached the summit at whirlwind speeds, I couldn’t hit my beloved in my bouts of anger; as she was the one who transpired me to live every second; she was the one who took upon herself every affliction to save me from the tiniest of wound today, I couldn’t hit my sister in my bouts of anger; as she was the one whom I played with irrespective of my augmenting age; with whom I shared all my secrets of life; sometimes woke her even in the middle of the night, I couldn’t hit my pet dog in my bouts of anger; as he was the one who was the first to welcome me at ethereal dawn; wag his tail incessantly until the time I took him in my arms, I couldn’t hit my eye in my bouts of anger; for it was the only instrument whom I relied upon to sight this world; and also it would incorrigibly shut tight; as I tried and approached it with my fist, I couldn’t hit the century old boat in my bouts of anger; as it was the one on which my ancestors sailed; the one where my rudimentary roots lay profoundly embedded, I couldn’t hit the cow in my bouts of anger; as it was the only animal which gave me sacrosanct milk; impregnated my bones with Herculean strength to take on the mantle of this entire world, I couldn’t hit the idol of God in my bouts of anger; as it was the one who had evolved me and my kin in the first place; would burn me to inconspicuous ash the moment I irritably hurled my fingers towards his Omnipotent form, And I couldn’t hit a single thing on this earth; for whatever I hit was something sacred or something which was intimately dear; something which I possessed or something which had possessed me for infinite years, That’s when I decided to wholesomely DRINK MY OWN ANGER; whenever I was infuriated and my body reverberated beyond the point of no control; rather than unnecessarily victimizing somebody, taking it out on the innocent world…

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EVERY WRITERS BOSS Every mouse's boss was the tawny cat; ready to pounce upon its diminutive demeanor each instant; pulverize it to mincemeat with its knife like jaws, Every river's boss was the colossal ocean; ready to gobble its inconspicuous visage in the gargantuan swirl of its turbulent waves, Every stone's boss was the lanky mountain; overshadowing its frigid body with its towering shadow; the avalanche of ice descending gathering unprecedented speed it sped down the slope, Every egg's boss was the enchanting bird; flooding the dreary ambience in vicinity with the mystical tunes that emanated from its beak, Every infant's boss was its caring mother; who sequestered it from the most non-existent of evil; ensured that it slept while she incessantly stroked its scalp, Every insect's boss was the disdainfully grizzly lizard; viciously swishing its slender tongue; anticipating them to tantalizingly creep directly into its greedy mouth, Every web's boss was the silver spider; having the supreme power of dismantling and weaving it all over again; whenever she desired it, Every ornament's boss was the majestically hooded serpent; hideously hissing sitting over the same; judiciously observing that it refrained to fall into diabolical hands, Every soil's boss was the indefatigably pelting globules of rain; which inundated its surface with incredulous fertility; conjuring it to blossom into a voluptuous array of fruit and scarlet rose, Every blank paper's boss was the feather tipped pen; possessing the royal prowess of embossing its barren surface with boundless lines of oligarchic literature, Every car's boss was its twin pair of brakes; enabling it and imparting it with bountiful resilience to stop and boisterously speed whenever it liked, Every night's boss was the stringently blazing day; illuminating and metamorphosing its gloomy atmosphere into one with radiant light and fiery rays, Every star's boss was the resplendent moon; wholesomely trespassing its inconspicuous body with the unfathomable tenacity in its shine, 325

Every snake's boss was the long toothed mongoose; furtively capsizing it by the slippery neck; making it eventually surrender as it sucked the last drop of blood from its body, Every tadpole's boss was the preposterously huge whale; eating it at regular intervals in countless clusters; yet not able to fully appease its incomprehensible hunger, Every wind's boss was the tumultuous storm; sweeping across like thunderbolts of lightening in the world; swallowing every draught of placid breeze that meekly confronted it in its path; and not even wasting time to burp in relishing its robust meal, Every ghost's boss was the invincibly closed corpse; ensuring that it stayed secured tight within; didn’t get even the remotest chance to escape and spread terror on this globe, Every land's boss was the unending sky; providing a roof to shelter it; proving it a respectable entity to hold its head high, Every man's boss was the Omniscient Creator; commanding him every second to satisfy the mission which he taken birth on this earth for, And every writer's boss was his flamboyant fantasy; his spell binding perceptions that unrelentingly dictated him to keep writing every instant of the chilly night; and all throughout the sunny day…

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SADLY PUNCTURED As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt as soft as the fluffy feather of the flamingo; speeded at lightening speeds towards the Sun; with a mere caress to the accelerator, While at present the same felt like a thousand bags inundated with sharp stones; simply refraining to budge a single inch from its original position; however onerously I tried to push it. As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like the gentle stream of placid water; mesmerizing all scattered in vicinity with its stupendous charisma and flamboyant grace, While at present the same thrusted me violently on the floor; slithered like an untamed freezing lizard; crying incessantly to move a centimeter forward. As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it voluptuously kissed me as I sat down on the seat; whizzed me past the enamoring sights of the city like a molten volcano fulminating from the trajectory of moist earth, While at present the same emanated a horrendously charred stench of burnt rubber; choked; coughed and stuttered infinite number of times as I switched on the ignition. As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like the satiny cocoon of clouds having just descended from the sky; pacifying my insurmountably frazzled senses; with the rhythmic music of its synchronized stirring, While at present the same seemed as cumbersome to handle as the incredulously slippery granules of desert sand; with the exhaust pipe barking hostile plumes of black smoke directly into my eyes. As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like an exhilarating aircraft whirring up; ready to transport me across distant corners of the Globe within flash seconds of time, While at present the same crawled slower than the fattest tortoise; nudging just a single inch; in a single hour. As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like a pen embossing words at electric velocities; conquering every territory; flooding every sheet with a billion lines of enchanting poetry, While at present the same seemed to be perspiring like 327

the mammoth bull; digging its curled horns incorrigibly into the stony ground. As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like the vivacious rainbow in the sky; with its scintillating jugglery of mirror explicitly portraying my handsome reflection, While at present the same seemed to be like the hoarsely begging eunuch; with its voice stuck stronger than the most tenacious of glue; petrifying my blissful ears with its prominently discordant tunes. As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like a cleanly floating whistle; permeating the gloomy ambience with its astoundingly fast pulse and robust pace, While at present it tripped embarrassingly on the ground to taste dust even before I sat; thunderously yawning every second like a lame soldier; when infact I wanted to reach the hospital to meet my wife in an absolute jiffy, And as I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like the bouncing kangaroo brimming with poignant euphoria and rubicund strength; able to appease the most minuscule of my demand; transporting me with supreme comfort and nonchalant ease to the destination of my choice; the very place I wanted to be, While at present it lay pathetically morose; trembling like a deserted orphan on the street; as its twin tyre tubes which were once bulging with astronomical amounts of fresh air; had now been brutally assaulted by a battalion of savage nails; Lay barbarically ripped apart; utterly deflated and SADLY PUNCTURED…

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A COMPLETE 100 FLOORS Scores of squeals inundated the atmosphere; clusters of people hugged each other close in utter pandemonium, A billion beads of sweat trickled down petrified cheeks; as children took deep breaths in terrified exhilaration, A heap of vegetables and fresh fruit lay completely squashed; housewives wailed in discordant unison about the scornful creases to their immaculate clothes, Torn bits of heavily scented paper stuck to the ceiling; fluttering about incessantly with the gallant wind that infiltrated in through the doors, Infinite bundles of hair stood up in untamed indignation; repugnantly refusing to sit down even after blissful calm had descended, Boundless plumes of black smoke arose in the vicinity; with the disastrously dry coughing of the aged becoming all the more apparent as the agonizing minutes crept by, The tiny floor seemed to be in a complete disarray; with a pool of tears blended with faint blood portraying a profoundly ghastly appearance, The tales of remorse and dismay seemed to be gaining impetus; as the people inside felt escalated to the zenith of feverish excitement, The lights flickered and faltered badly; with perennial darkness seeming to be a better option when compared to the continuously batting beams of flimsy bulb rays, A battalion of unruly mosquitoes relished the splendid opportunity; perched and sucking blood with gay abandon from innocuously rubicund skin, The hair on everyone's scalp seemed to protrude in spiffy animosity; as if freshly coming out from the heart of a swashbuckling war film, All sense of judiciousness and prudent discerning; had now been replaced by unconquerable waves of morbid terror, All food in the stomach had died a gruesome death; the most inconspicuous of desire to consume liquid incorrigibly refrained to arise again, An innumerable fleet of pedestrians had gathered at the dismal scenario; expressing their sanctimonious sympathy; trying to mollify frazzled nerves with their 329

armory of spurious smiles, The entire network of bones in the body felt as if terribly jolted; the intricate cartilage inside felt as if it needed rebirth, The string of useless thoughts which once bothered and circumvented the mind all night and day; now seemed to be single focussed on feasible ways of escape, The color of skin had metamorphosed to ashen white; the robust river of red blood had stopped flowing hours ago, The hearts of those incarcerated inside; palpitated more violently than when they had just taken birth, And you'd be astoundingly surprised at knowing the cause of this holocaust; the disaster which had rendered groups of impeccable humans grappling for their lives in the middle of brilliant daylight; had fomented more perspiration on the body than their was scarlet blood and bone, As a matter of fact it was just a slim wire of soiled rubber which had snapped; engendering the magnificently colossal lift to plummet like streaks of white lightening towards the ground, Bounce with a thunderously deafening thud on its cushioned mountain of soft and spongy springs; after traversing down a complete 100 floors of the tall building…

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THE WORLD OUTSIDE AFTER BATH When I bathed my body in pure crimson blood; the world outside seemed to be horrendously appalling and ghastly as I stepped out, When I bathed my body in an ocean of squelched garbage; the world outside seemed to be rotten fish; with all entities wandering in vicinity seeming as if unwashed since marathon years, When I bathed my body in scintillating white and sacrosanct cow milk; the world outside seemed to be an evanescent fog; with each object striking my eye as a hazy and distorted mirage, When I bathed my body in stupendously redolent lotus juice; the world outside seemed to be extravagantly fragrant; without the slightest trace of dirt and promiscuous stain, When I bathed my body in a river of foaming saliva; the world outside seemed to be as slippery as the eel; the gargantuan roads appeared to be coated with tons of oil; with every single individual falling head on the ground; after unwittingly loosing his heavy grip, When I bathed my body in a pond of talcum powder; the world outside seemed to resemble a clown; and I held the sides of my stomach incorrigibly tight; as I was a trifle afraid that they would explode out laughing, When I bathed my body in a pool of blistering sunlight; the world outside seemed to be burning and scalding hot; with my fingers circumspect of touching any object in fear of being gruesomely charred, When I bathed my body in a stream of white electricity; the world outside seemed to emit pugnacious sparks; and I dared not put my foot on the earth in danger of getting wholesomely electrocuted, When I bathed my body in a puddle of vivacious scorpion juice; the world outside seemed to be as ominous as the hideous reptile; with each person appearing to ooze lethal venom from his mouth; instead of eloquent and enchanting speech, When I bathed my body in a film of pungent tears; the 331

world outside seemed to be effusively crying; every man and woman appeared to be sad; and edging towards the brink of extinction, When I bathed my body in pulverized cactus pulp; the world outside seemed to be irritable and irascible; with people scratching their scalps every second in utter exasperation, When I bathed my body in glittering liquid of pure gold; the world outside seemed exorbitantly rich and marvelous; with every person inundated with fancy chequebooks and chains of shimmering pearls, When I bathed my body in crushed garlic; the world outside seemed like the decaying fish; wafting an odor that fomented me to puke out all that was trapped inside my stomach, When I bathed my body in the floating clouds; the world outside seemed to be insurmountably windy; with man flying a few feet above the ground flapping his fleshy wings, When I bathed my body in a fulminating tub of acid; the world outside seemed to be like a sizzling pancake simmering boisterously to erupt in hostile fumes, When I bathed my body in silvery sands; the world outside seemed to be gradually slipping; with every visible glass and body completely engulfed with monotonous dust, When I bathed my body in finely pulverized bone powder; the world outside seemed to be an obsolete dead corpse; with ghoulish images of ghosts wandering on the streets instead of robust individuals, When I bathed my body in a conglomerate of satiny hair; the world outside seemed to be a mesmerizing planet; on which fairies floated and basked in the aisles of unprecedented romance, When I bathed my body in a pool of pure shit; the world outside seemed to be a stinking dustbin; with every individual vomiting out every second instead of blissfully inhaling air and living, When I bathed my body in silvery moonlight; the world outside seemed to be an enchanting paradise; with a fleet of tantalizing fairies eating, sipping and sleeping milk, When I bathed my body in firewood ash; the world outside seemed to be brutally burnt; with every object in vicinity appearing as if charred to wholesomely black soot, When I bathed my body in pungent acrylic paint; the 332

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world outside seemed to be freshly whitewashed; everything seemed to be newly constructed; with people's faces sparkling even after wee hours of chilly midnight, When I bathed my body in a lake of molten wax; the world outside seemed to be melting at electric speeds; blatantly prominent outlines of the city seemed to be fading rapidly into thin wisps of oblivion, When I bathed my body in enigmatically slithering snake skin; the world outside seemed to be hideously snaring; with pedestrians seeming to viciously bite each time they opened their mouths to speak, When I bathed my body in a finely squelched pulp of green grass; the world outside seemed to be passionately raw; with humans inevitably tickling themselves in a state of restless frenzy, When I bathed my body in strands of morbid spider web; the world outside seemed to be an eerie playground; with humans having unpleasantly ghoulish designs engulfing their face, When I bathed my body in superlatively piquant tomato curry; the world outside seemed to be a delicious pizza taken out right from the sizzling oven; with all tangible and intangible sprawled around appearing to be completely red; appearing as if uninhibitedly blushing unstoppably all the time, When I bathed my body in a rivulet of vitamin tonic; the world outside seemed to be a pathetic hospital; with people holding their faces in inexplicable despair; orphans wandering on the roads with antiseptic bandages wound to their throats, When I bathed my body in a bucket replete with foamy soap; the world outside seemed to be a profuse blanket of frothy spray; with denizens walking on an island of spongy bubbles; bursting them pompously with their fingers to clear their way, When I bathed my body in whirlpools of pulsating rock music; the world outside seemed to be a sleazily blaring discotheque; with countless clusters of youngsters gyrating their bodies to unsynchronized beats of vibrant sound, When I bathed my body in a shower of raunchy salt; the world outside seemed to be overwhelmingly tantalizing; with even the incomprehensibly old seeming to bounce euphorically with new found rigors of life, When I bathed my body in plumes of black vehicle smoke; the world outside seemed to be an obfuscated blur; with visibility cutting down to almost an 333

absolute zero and dynamic individuals hopelessly tripping their footing even before they decided to walk, And eventually when I bathed my body in a compassionate waterfall of her moist breath; the world outside seemed to have vanished in entirety; didn’t appear at all no matter how hard I strained my eyes; for all I could feel; imagine; and appreciate was her mesmerizing eyes and lips; the invincible seed of romance; now palpitating turbulently in her heart as I touched her…

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IN ORDER TO SAVAGELY DIE In order to embarrassingly fall on the ground; one must first try to audaciously stand, In order to vehemently cry aloud in astonishingly calm air; one must first try to inculcate the virtue of uninhibited laughter, In order to be blatantly illiterate; one must first try to imbibe the meaning of sagacious and discerningly literate, In order to be dismally gloomy; one must first try to flirtatiously smile, In order to be disastrously defeated; one must first try to embrace exhilarating victory, In order to feel gruesomely bizarre winds of freezing cold; one must first try to experience the winds of inexorably blistering heat, In order to starve to unprecedented limits; one must first try to eat succulent morsels of tantalizing food to the most gargantuan of his heart's content, In order to thunderously sneeze; one must first try to inhale in fresh draughts of exuberant breath, In order to get overwhelmingly wounded; one must first try to valiantly brandish a sword and fight, In order to remain as still and motionless as the morbid corpse; one must first try to boisterously march at the crack of every euphoric dawn, In order to dance naked on the viciously barren streets; one must first try embellish himself completely from fluffy head to diminutive feet, In order to hysterically scream; one must first try to remain perpetually silent, In order to fight unceremoniously with innocuous people sleeping in their dwelling; one must first try to incessantly pray, In order to blink indefatigably without the slightest of control; one must first try to prudently stare for marathon hours on the trot, In order to perceive the most obnoxious stench existing on this planet; one must first try to profoundly absorb the stupendous scent of the scarlet rose, In order to thunderously yawn in the midst of the 335

bombastic conference; one must first try to sit sagaciously for countless hours on the desk; without budging the tiniest either to the right; or the extreme left, In order to break the glass into infinite splinters of serrated mirror; one must first try to wholesomely admire his reflection to unsurpassable extents; even after ghoulish nightfall, In order to commit salacious acts of mortifying betrayal; one must first try to wholeheartedly; and truly love, In order to trip head on to the rock bottom of the obdurate ground; one must first try to dexterously clamber up the escalating and rickety staircase, In order to go perpetually blind; one must first try to enjoy the spell binding and mesmerizing prowess of handsome sight, In order to disdainfully drown to the bed of the deep and fathomless ocean; one must first try to uninhibitedly swing his arms and swim, In order to become barbarically dumb; one must first try to eloquently speak and sing, And in order to savagely die and brusquely relinquish breath; one must first try and lead life; move his hands and feet for existence; move his hands to blissfully survive…

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THE CHAPTER OF LOVE. THE CHAPTER OF LIFE. The same legs which I once considered supremely bohemian and useless; an incorrigible weight dragging on my body all the time, Now proved to be my best cars transporting me at swashbuckling speeds to my destination; when the ferocious lion was chasing me; and I was stranded disdainfully in the wilderness of the night. The same fingers which I once considered be an insipid burden to my hands; bothering me all throughout the tenure of the acerbic day with squalid pools of sweat that dribbled painstakingly down their periphery, Now proved like angels having descended freshly from the heavens; as they indefatigably answered the bulky sheets of examination paper; saving me the tyranny of doing murderous college all over again. The same muscles which I once considered as ostentatious pieces of meat bulging bombastically from beneath my shirt; interfering pertinently when I tried to slip through slim space, Now proved to be equivalent to the entire army of Herculean strength; protecting me invincibly when I was attacked by the fleet of diabolical demons. The same stomach which I once considered to be bizarrely obese; extruding out pretentiously beyond the realms of synchronized control; being smirked by every girl who trespassed me in vicinity, Now proved to be greater than the most qualified of doctor; as it was the sole tool which was able to make the orphan smile; when all other medicines in the world had utterly failed. The same eyelashes which I once considered to be a gravely cumbersome bother; intractably transgressing across my immaculate vision countless times in a single day, Now proved to be the greatest ointment existing in the Universe; as they massaged my eye with remarkable rejuvenation in the midst of the tumultuous sandstorm. The same saliva which I once considered as horrendously cheap; incessantly circulating in my mouth; rendering it sometimes with a disgusting odor unbearable to inhale, Now proved to be the greatest appetizer generating 337

insurmountable pangs of hunger in my stomach; assisted me overwhelmingly to masticate my morsels of food; gulp them down delectably with untamed relish. The same lines on my palms which I once considered to be despicably condemning; for rendering me disastrously penurious; without even a penny in my pocket while other's dwellings overflowed with pompous diamonds and glittering gold, Now proved to be the greatest destiny; as I escaped without the most minuscule of scratch on my body; even as boundless others of my kind uncouthly perished in the swirl of the ear-shattering earthquake. The same voice which I once considered to be profoundly detestable; wanted to abscond fathomless miles away as I heard the disgruntling cadence in its sound; felt like dying a tortured death every moment when I cognized the hoarseness it was impregnated with, Now proved to be the greatest life saver; as my screams brought in the rescue workers; saved me from drowning to the bottom of the mercilessly deep ocean. The same nails which I once considered ugly and contemptuously dirty; protruding unnecessarily from my rubicund skin; making me the object of cynical ridicule in the heart of the plush conference room, Now proved to be the greatest weapons in fomenting me to fight with the menacing burglars; preventing them from stealing the possessions that I had sparingly managed to accumulate in all my life. And the same heart which I once considered to be throbbing without sagacious control; palpitating incoherently in my chest without respite; acting as a perilous impediment; irately disturbing my blissful nights sleep, Now proved to be the greatest life; beating violently after witnessing the love of its dreams; besieged by a cloud of unfathomable passion and romance; eventually discovering a new purpose to live; discovering a whole new purpose to continue the chapter of love; the chapter of life…

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MY GARISHLY STRIPED HELMET Normally I would have fallen on the ground in a bedraggled heap; as the colossal slabs of concrete tore loose and descended from the terrace of the building, But today I escaped without a single scratch to my scalp; bounced about in robust exhilaration as the mammoth plaster viciously struck my head. Normally I would have emitted a thunderous yelp as I was hurled on the obdurate road from my scooter; eloping at electric speeds to the nearest hospital to receive exquisite medical treatment, But today I patted my skull in supreme satisfaction; inhaled in a breath of incredulous contentment as I audaciously marched forward after the entire episode. Normally I would have seen shimmering stars in brilliant daylight; as I bumped my head inadvertently in the doorway while entering the house, But today I was able to stare directly into the pugnacious fireball of the Sun without batting an eyelid; immediately after the ghastly anecdote unveiled. Normally I would have taken out life from the boy; as he deliberately hit me with a sharp stone; ran after him wincing in inexplicable agony to try and wring his neck, But today I hoisted him handsomely in my arms; fed him with a flurry of ravishingly creamy chocolates; instantaneously after he hit me with the bulky brick. Normally I would have shot all those mosquitoes hovering intransigently around my face; trying to irascibly infiltrate into my skin to drink my precious blood, But today I invited them open heartedly to chivalrously grace my presence; infact asked them to invite the most remotest of their friends to come and sing near my nose. Normally I would have been squelched to raw pulp; cremated in my coffin even before I died; as the monstrous bus ruthlessly bulldozed its way over my innocent head, But today I got up within fraction seconds of time after the vehicle had skidded by; commented nonchalantly about the tyres not being that heavy as they should have been. 339

Normally I would have been mercilessly electrocuted as streaks of white lightening struck me on my naked skull; charring me to colorless ash from head to toe, But today I withstood the storm unflinchingly; rampantly ran without the slightest of fear and circumspection; in the midst of sparks and vivacious electricity falling all around in violent tandem. Normally I would have coughed incessantly; caught with severe infections and disease as I weaved through the claustrophobic streets of the crowded city, But today I wandered a perfect double of my regular distance remaining as robust as a resplendent apple; emitting tinkling laughter; executing the smile of my life. Normally I wouldn't have even got time to perform my last rites and rituals; as the Herculean boulder came hurtling down the mountains; banging brutally with my innocuous head, But today I sat down for breakfast immediately after the appalling incident; munched through the appetizing slices of crimson radish with unprecedented relish. And normally I would have fainted at every accident that happened; every fall that I was inevitably subjected to; visited disdainful ambulances time and again; stuffed more painkiller in my stomach than mesmerizing food, But today I sat on the throne like an unconquerably prince; ready to take on the onslaught of the most thunderous of storm; knowing that I would be immortally safe from all sides; as I had adorned my all time darling; my rotund shaped and garishly striped HELMET

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FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT Every century looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would last till more than what the Creator could ever have perceived; with the decades towering even higher than all the continents of the Universe amalgamated together, But believe me; now it seemed that I had just devoured my first morsel of food; and time had zipped past all those decades like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light. Every decade looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it would last till more than eternity; with the years painstakingly creeping in before completely unfurling, But believe me; now it seemed that I had just got up from my last nights sleep; and time had zipped past all those years like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light. Every year looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more than the unfathomable sky in entirety; with the conglomerate of months simply refraining to whistle by, But believe me; now it seemed that I had just batted my eyelids quite inadvertently; and time had zipped past all those months like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light. Every month looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more invincible than the mighty deserts to conquer; with each fortnight stabbing me more than a million thorns coalesced together, But believe me; now it seemed that I had just finished my celestial dream; and time had zipped past all those fortnights like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light. Every fortnight looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it would be more boundless than the colossal ocean to swim in; with each week whizzing like an unrelenting mosquito; buzzing its discordant tunes into my intricately sensitive eardrum, But believe me; now it seemed that I had just walked a single step on this earth; and time had zipped past all those weeks; faster than the speed of light. Every week looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it would be more Herculean than the summit of 341

Everest to conquer; with the coalition of half a dozen days battering me disdainfully to the ground, But believe me; now it seemed that I had just brushed my curly moustache; and time had zipped past all those days like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light. Every day looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it would be more tenacious than the fiery body of Sun to stare at; with the marathon hours poking me like sizzling roads of steel all over my body, But believe me; not it seemed that I had just opened my mouth a trifle; and time had zipped past all those hours like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light. Every hour looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more acrimonious than the blanket of vicious thorns to tread on; with the persevering minutes engendering unprecedented amounts of sweat to ooze from my arms, But believe me; now it seemed that I had just drawn a thin line on the slippery sand; and time had zipped past all those minutes like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light. Every minute looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more treacherous than the haunted corpse loitering in the graveyard; the seconds languidly inching towards the remotely distant finishing point, But believe me; now it seemed that I had hardly completed my spurious yawn; and time had zipped past all those seconds like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light. Every second looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more cumbersome than counting the entire battalion of stars embedded in the resplendent cosmos; with the irate tick-tick of the clock getting deafeningly loud to bear as each instant assiduously revolved by, But believe me; now when I was 90 years of age about to relinquish life forever; it seemed that I has just inhaled in a single draught of racy breath; and time had zipped past all those moments when I was seductively beautiful and young; like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light.

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FOUND MY OWN CORPSE Above the soil the cars appeared to be like royal emperors; traversing majestically on the silken coat of long road, While beneath the soil the same cars seemed to be squalidly coated with mud; painstakingly labored to trudge merrily forward. Above the soil the matchsticks appeared to be burning in passionate fire; profoundly illuminating the darkness of the wretched night, While beneath the soil the same matchsticks seemed to be gasping for breath; relinquishing their boisterous flames in wholesome entirety. Above the soil the conglomerate of clouds appeared to be a silken carpet; inundating barren kilometers of mud on earth with robust sheets of sparkling water, While beneath the soil the same clouds seemed to be dingy little bellows of obnoxious gas; brutally entrapped and blended with dark chunks of purple earth. Above the soil the crops in the farm appeared to be salubrious and ingratiatingly fresh; swaying delectably with every draught of amicable wind, While beneath the soil the same crops seemed to be completely corroded; squelched to barbaric roots hanging flimsily under the ground. Above the soil the bucket of milk appeared frosty and supremely scintillating; inevitably enticing cats from the midst of their celestial sleep to gather around in unison and sip, While beneath the soil the same milk seemed horrendously dirty; perseveringly inching its way downwards towards the deep belly. Above the soil the eggs hatched into scores of immaculate fledglings; harmoniously puncturing the atmosphere with their lovely rambunctious sounds and noises, While beneath the soil the same eggs got overwhelmingly burdened with bulky mud; strangulated miserably to even spread their legs. Above the soil the cluster of hideous snakes enjoyed unparalleled privilege in hunting for their succulent prey; easily sighting it in austerely brilliant rays of sunlight, While beneath the soil the same snakes slithered in 343

gloomy mysticism; having only to content with dead worms and a festoon of inconspicuous bodied ant. Above the soil the pages of the book seemed a treat to read and intricately decipher; with the battalion of words prudently embossed inside capturing the true essence of life under silvery rays of moonlight, While beneath the soil the same book became simply inaudible to read; and the termites attacked it pathetically from all sides of its hard bound periphery. Above the soil the fleet of butterflies danced and frolicked euphorically generating ebullient draughts of fresh air; hardly sat for a minute besieged by the ardor of their activity, While beneath the soil the same butterflies lost their petite wings; had monstrous difficulty to even open their eyes. And above the soil I lived in blissful tandem with the Universe; wandering and exploring; conquering and relishing; romancing and procreating, While beneath the soil the same me; found my place to rest for centuries unprecedented; as a matter of fact; found my own corpse.…

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BALANCE The eagle soaring handsomely in the air; balanced itself adroitly on its pair of long wings, The car traversing like a bullet on the satiny carpet of land; balanced itself beautifully on its armory of splendidly inflated tyres, The colossal building standing on obdurate soil; balanced itself with nonchalant ease on its tremendously fortified foundations, The cockroach transgressing mournfully towards the sordid lavatory seat; balanced itself with precision degrees of control on its fleet of multiple legs, The gigantic tree looming large in the bountiful fields; balanced itself amazingly on its jugglery of slender branches; its entwined ensemble of juicy roots, The boundless pages of the medieval history book; balanced themselves dexterously on the flimsily serrated thread in the absolute center, The voluptuously rosy tongue; balanced itself marvelously between the two intricate chambers of mouth, The impeccably flawless shirt; balanced itself gorgeously on its entire festoon of rotund buttons; its dual pair of languidly suspended sleeves, The ingeniously crafted tiny brain; balanced itself tranquilly between two synchronized hemispheres, The sizzling cup of heavenly flavored tea; balanced itself divinely between the edges and the compact bottom of the kingly ivory cup, The celestial waterfall culminating into an superlatively alluring spray after smashing against the rocks; balanced itself animatedly between the gargantuan cliffs of the indefatigably towering mountain, The corrugated carpet of road; balanced itself meticulously between a dispersed fraternity of vehicles; ranging from as varied as flamboyantly whirring cars to the impoverished and diminutively squeaky bicycle, The wooden body of big boat; balanced itself delectably between its pair of gawky oars and the 345

tumultuous fury of the rustic sea, The perennial coat of absolute darkness; balanced itself magnificently between the brilliantly illuminated day and the shimmering wall of resplendent twilight, The stubbornly protruding nose; balanced itself in splendid unison between both the island's of rubicund cheek and the merrily dangling earlobes, The sacrosanct demeanor o the glistening bell; skillfully balanced itself between the holy interiors of the temple and the air circulating placidly outside, The countless lines sprawled on the sweaty persona of palm; stupendously balanced themselves between the long knotted fingers and the sturdily sculptured wrist, The dog inundated with fathomless fur on its skin; balanced its intransigently curved tail between its abraded claws and angled legs, Every human trespassing on the trajectory of this planet; balanced himself magnificently on his two feet and strong arms, And every life spawned in this Universe by the Creator; sagaciously balanced itself between its share of enchantingly good and diabolically bad…..

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BEAUTIFUL DWELLING For me it was a retreat where I could shout uninhibitedly; without caring a damn about the pretentious society, For me it was a castle in which I could parade with or without my bombastic fabric; wear the most shriveled and bedraggled attire of my very own choice, For me it was a tunnel in which I could swim and frolic; applying tons of slippery mud and wild grass on my supple body, For me it was a hut in which I could dream unrelentingly all day and night; without the slightest barricade or disturbance from the horrendously conventional world, For me it was an invincible fortress which sequestered my scalp from brilliant sunshine in the day; warded off the tiniest of evil in the perilously shivering night, For me it was a delectably placid heaven; where I could dance in unprecedented jubilation anytime, For me it was a sky of mesmerizing fantasy; where I could conceive the most bizarre and wildest of things; and yet find a right to stay blissfully alive, For me it was an ocean of fathomless enchantment; where I could stay in complete oblivion from the planet; and yet admire it from my colossal balcony, For me it was a warehouse of appetizing food; a ravishing enclosure to appease my gluttony several times in a single day; and that too masticating the meal of my choice, For me it was a golden mattress embodied with flocculent buds of raw cotton; where I could walk in my most natural state; without adhering to the stringent norms of gaudy fashion and pompous clothing, For me it was a voluptuously blossoming garden; where I could leisurely stroll at any stage of the acrimonious day; inundate its interiors with the most wacky perfume of my choice, For me it was a rainbow of vivacious colors; where I could entertain myself to the fullest; nostalgically reminisce in the glory of my innocuous childhood; without a soul to interrupt me, For me it was an asylum where I could behave like an insane lunatic; let the diabolical part of me fulminate to its most overwhelming capacity, 347

For me it was a laboratory to carry on my ingenious experiments; keep evolving millions of lines of poetry without actually getting in the way of the intransigently unsparing critics, For me it was an inevitably precious jewel; which incredulously augmented my existing charm; making me the darling of my sacrosanct wife, For me it was a sprawling playground scattered with umpteenth number of alluring toys; a place where I could talk to my children with the supreme freedom of a crown prince, For me it was a divinely temple; wherein I vehemently revered and kept the idol of my God; prayed to it incessantly every morning; before I eventually departed for interacting with the disdainful world, For me it was a fountain of boisterous activity; with each day bringing in loads of unsurpassable excitement and astonishing fun, To be succinctly precise; let me instead curtail the lengthy discussion; and sign off ecstatically by just saying; that it was indeed my daintily adorable and "BEAUTIFUL DWELLING"….

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EVERY DAY In the beginning I perceived that if I consumed colossal morsels of food at a time; then I would be saving myself the bother of painstakingly masticating for the next couple of marathon weeks, But hardly had an hour elapsed of my devouring the same; that hunger pangs in my stomach began to thunderously reverberate; and in the end I inevitably compromised on scrupulously taking in my meals; every day. In the beginning I perceived that if I bathed relentlessly at a time; voraciously scrubbing my body with soap and stringent antiseptic; then I would be saving myself the bother of disdainfully taking a bath in cold water in every shivering morning; for the next couple of marathon weeks, But hardly had an hour elapsed of my washing my persona; that there crept an uncanny feeling in my brain of being disheveled and dirty; and in the end I inevitably compromised on meticulously taking bath; every day. In the beginning I perceived that if I walked indefatigably flexing the muscles of my leg; then I would be saving myself the bother of keeping even a foot on the earth; for the next couple of marathon weeks, But hardly had an hour elapsed of running inexorably on the ground; that my legs pertinently ached to boisterously jog; and in the end I inevitably compromised on robustly walking; every day. In the beginning I perceived that if I guzzled a complete well replete with sparkling water at a time; then I would be saving myself the bother of incessantly taking the pain of sipping liquid down my throat; for the next couple of marathon weeks, But hardly had an hour elapsed of my gulping down the Natural elixir; that my parched mouth pathetically cried for more solvent; and in the end I inevitably compromised on drinking water several times; every day. In the beginning I perceived that if I laughed in deafening guffaws all night; then I would be saving myself the bother of tenaciously stretching the 349

muscles of my cheek; for the next couple of marathon weeks, But hardly had an hour elapsed of my uninhibitedly spreading my teeth; that my stomach propelled me to giggle again; and in the end I inevitably compromised on fabulously smiling several times; every day. In the beginning I perceived that if I studied tirelessly; read every piece of literature that lay scattered in vicinity at a time; then I would be saving myself the bother of straining my eyes on intricate writing; for the next couple of marathon weeks, But hardly had an hour elapsed of my finishing the bulky textbooks; that there arose an inscrutable curiosity in my visage of knowing what was the speed of white light; and in the end I inevitably compromised on diligently reading and imbibing; every day. In the beginning I perceived that if I wept hysterically; passionately beating my chest with my tightly curled fists at a time; then I would be saving myself the bother of shedding precious tears; for the next couple of marathon weeks, But hardly had an hour elapsed of my crying spuriously; that I witnessed a tragedy on the streets which compelled my eyes to glisten in astonished horror; and in the end I inevitably compromised of feeling sensitively for mankind; sharing peoples inexplicable sorrow; every day. In the beginning I perceived that if I fantasized and loved vehemently at a time; then I would be saving myself the bother of taxing my brain for the next couple of marathon weeks, But hardly had an hour elapsed of my envisaging tantalizing romance; that there arose an insurmountable urge in my countenance to dream again; and in the end I inevitably compromised of compassionately loving; every day. And in the beginning I perceived that if I took in boundless breaths at a time; then I would be saving myself the bother of exerting the jacket of my soft lungs; rest in celestial peace without pressurizing my heart; for the next couple of marathon weeks, But hardly had an hour elapsed of my exhilarating activity; that there occurred an unrelenting gasp in my ribs for more fresh air; and in the end I inevitably compromised of leading life slowly and steadily; every day… 350

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DYING FOR THE FIRST TIME The outlines of vivacious trees seemed to be getting blurred as the minutes unveiled; with their colossal demeanor now appearing as sandwiched matchsticks, The atmosphere seemed to be getting colder by the instant; although the air surrounding me was at the astronomical peak of sweltering summer, The cars transgressing in vicinity seemed to be an obfuscated whiz; as if blotches of soft cotton sped forward at thunderous velocities, The deafening roar of the panther; seemed to be like an inconspicuous squeak; although the beast kept incessantly parading round my persona, The fingers of my palm felt like squelched jelly; collapsing with a thud on the ground; no matter how intractably I tried to hold them up, The color of the flamboyantly pugnacious Sun; seemed like a pallid white mushroom lying scattered in oblivion on the ground, The boundlessly towering mountain ranges in the surrounding; seemed like a weak stone lying nimbly beside my palm, The ingratiatingly appetizing morsels of food and ravishing water lying before my feet; seemed to be completely bland; like a wriggling worm engulfed with slime, The artists spell binding painting embodied on scintillating white canvas; seemed like a lame duck floating without a single droplet of water, The mammoth barrel of heavenly crimson whisky; seemed to be like a diminutive mosquito irascibly bothering me in my ears, The impeccable white shirt which the farmer was wearing; seemed to be profusely entrenched with diabolically ghastly blood, The timidly placid waves of the ocean; seemed as if they were satanically caressing the pearly moon, The infinitesimal bodied ants crawling on the marshy ground; seemed like ghoulishly colossal monsters; making a dash towards my neck, The glittering heap of accolades that I had won all throughout the tenure of my life; seemed like a 351

baseless piece of stinking shit, The toes sewn to my indigenously bohemian feet; felt as heavy as a sac full of stones; intransigently protested to move an inch, The beats of my violently palpitating heart; seemed to be reducing drastically by the unfurling moment; a stupendously ghastly pale now enveloped my other rubicund chin, The nostalgic memories of my innocuous childhood; the people whom I most ardently revered all along my life; now deluged my brain with ethereally fleeting images, The silken cocoon of clouds hovering in the austerely empty sky; seemed to be at whisker lengths from my nose, Everything around me appeared hazily obliterated; the most celestial of things seemed to be disastrously plagued; the most passionate of my memories seemed to be mixing with threadbare mud, And my breath was just on the verge of relinquishing me forever to blend with the Almighty awaiting my arrival in Heaven; as I take this dismal opportunity to pen down some of my horrendous experiences; before finally dying; before dying for the first time in my life….

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HALF A VICTORY It nimbly swished its tail; as the blaring horns of boundless trapped vehicles; deluged the membranes of its intricate ear, It incorrigibly refrained to listen; payed a wholesomely deaf ear; as hordes of people hooted in thunderous cacophony all around, It nonchalantly exonerated all appeals by pedestrians to clear the way; displayed its disgusting disapproval by a feeble flap of its earlobe, It stood in solitary silence in the midst of the boisterous activity; preferred to gently lick its innocuous calf; rather than walking a step forward; making way for the armory of mammoth trucks blowing their horns to ultimate capacity, It bloated pompously in conceited pride at the very thought of being the most talked about; invited tiny toddlers to adorn its back; even as their parents admonished them stringently of not doing so, It merrily lapped at water in an obsolete monsoon pond on the pavement; as countless number of dreary passengers blurted a volley of abuse; utterly famished and miserably trapped in their claustrophobic jeeps, It blissfully erupted into slimy cakes of cowdung; celestially defecating its morning meal; as several denizens on the street coughed and abysmally stuttered towards inevitable smoke and suffocation, It stupendously relished the inclement cold with its coat of impeccably white skin; while the youngsters trapped way behind in the haphazardly synchronized traffic; dreadfully envisaged the face of their angry beloved; who would terrorize their cheeks with tenacious slaps; for reaching embarrassingly late, It fantasized for hours immemorial without fluttering an eyelid; insipidly shook its body to drive away the festoon of cheeky flies feasting on the folds of its neck; while infinite businessmen jolted right from the midst of their harmonious sleep; ordered the driver to abdicate their automobile; took to the wheel themselves and swerved violently on the tarmac to catch the evening flight in an absolute jiffy, It playfully conversed with umpteenth others of its fraternity; whispering its tale of anguished woes; standing like a formidably impregnable fortress; in the center of the stridently clanging traffic and 353

frugal bits of free space, It rubbed its nose on the ground deliberately to be sympathetic for its impoverished self; while the inept police station resonated in the throes of indefatigable shrill ringing activity; as citizens resorted to the same in a last bid to reach the abnormally long looking finishing line, It slowly gallivanted around like an immaculately mute spectator; sniffing about fruits strewn in vicinity which it supremely cherished; while the crowds on the roads kept augmenting; reaching an unprecedented zenith as the primordial minutes unveiled themselves into marathon hours, It took a short nap granting eternal rest to its overwhelmingly overstuffed belly; while helpless plebeians shrieked and wailed in fervently mounting frustration, It inhaled in profusely divine long breaths; while the battalion of haplessly stranded civilians staggered hopelessly for bellows of fresh and ravishing breath, It angrily kicked at a philanthropist trying to cajole it to shift its dwelling to a safer haven; hovered its pugnacious horns for evoking some moments of frolicking mischief; even before the man could say sorry and exit, It intransigently remained riveted to its place; although some clever farmers tried to lure it with a packed bundle of green grass and delectable leaf; thereby instilled in individuals all around that patience is indeed the persevering virtue to unparalleled success, It awoke children in their cozy dwelling from their surreal day dreams; as they gathered around its body to admire and play with its marvelously lovely tail, And in the end; when the thunderously deplorable sounds of horns; the relentless cursing of people; the ambience inundated with rampant mayhem; was getting a trifle too much on its nerves to bear; the Cow still didn't shift a centimeter from the heart of the road; instead curled its legs snobbishly and sat; giving the humans profoundly disturbed and distressed; their well deserved "HALF A VICTORY"....

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SQUINT EYED Some presumed that I was staring towards the sky; while some felt that I gazed towards the gutter flowing across cold ground, Some presumed that I was staring as straight as an arrow towards the blackboard; while some felt that I was flirting around with beautiful girls sitting by the corner, Some presumed that I was staring towards the scarlet cherries strewn on the embellished dining table; while some felt that I was conversing merrily with my revered mother, Some presumed that I was staring at the haystack trying to search for the inconspicuous little needle; while some felt that I was trying to capture the bull's attention to get stupidly gored, Some presumed that I was staring at the fleet of birds flying high and handsome in air; while some felt that I peering down the crease of my garishly striped pant, Some presumed that I was staring pleadingly at my Boss spuriously adorned on the golden chair; while some felt that I was capriciously looking out of the ventilator fitted a few inches beneath the square ceiling, Some presumed that I was staring at the boisterous street inundated with normal pedestrians and swanky cars; while some felt that I was watching television; lazily dozing in the plush drawing room, Some presumed that I was staring at fish in the waters of the ocean; while some felt that I profoundly admired the stars shine, Some presumed that I was staring relentlessly at my wife; while some felt that my gaze was furtively concentrated on the exotically alluring neighboring window, Some presumed that I was staring at the mosquitoes hovering incessantly around my nose; while some felt that I was appreciating the grizzly lizard incorrigibly stuck to the middle of the ceiling, Some presumed that I was staring at the pages of the literary textbook; while some felt that I was trying to peevishly count the number of hair on my silken scalp, Some presumed that I was staring into the bathroom 355

mirror for hours immemorial; while some felt that I followed every movement of the sordid cockroach on the sparkling white floor, Some presumed that I was staring unforgivingly at the hideous monster; while some felt that I was in the midst of blissfully mesmerizing fantasy; voraciously rolling my eyeballs from side to side, Some presumed that I was staring at the festoon of crimson roses sprouting in voluptuous tandem from the soil; while some felt that I was violently searching for my loved ones in brilliant daylight, Some presumed that I was staring innocuously at the Judge seated on the cradle of irrefutable justice; while some felt that I looked towards the floor in cowardly guilty submission, Some presumed that I was staring at my watch adroitly wound across my wrist; while some felt that I looked wistfully at the clouds; anticipating thunderbolts of tantalizing rain, Some presumed that I was staring at the statue of my God placed dead straight; while some felt that I was haphazardly searching for my way on the crowded and bustling lane, Some presumed that I was staring at her celestially romantic doorstep; while some felt that I was gazing at the old mans forehead, Some presumed that I was staring at the opalescent fountains fulminating at astronomical heights in the serene atmosphere; while some felt that I nodded every now and then at my vaguely obscure shadow on the ground, And although I might be squint eyed; I was still better than most of you would ever think; as I possessed this inherently uncanny ability to completely fool whomsoever I desired; whenever I wanted; which you miserably failed to imbibe the slightest; even though you had two pairs of perfect eyes; during the course of your entire lifetime…

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A BUCKET OF BREATH A bucket of stones; to built and resurrect my gruesomely broken dwelling, A bucket of sparkling water; to clean my unwashed body; annihilate the last iota of dirt incorrigibly adhering to remote corner of my skin, A bucket of food; to wholesomely appease the overwhelming pangs of hunger in my famished stomach; my volcanic desire to chew, A bucket of flocculent cotton fluff; to impart me with compassionate warmth in the heart of frozen winter, A bucket of intractable glue; to coalesce the shattered fragments of distorted glass in which I sighted my heavenly reflection, A bucket of scintillating pearls; to sustain the vagaries of day to day and uncouthly monotonous life, A bucket of feather tipped pens; to emboss and evolve infinite lines of spell binding literature, A bucket of ominously black clouds; showering thunderbolts of tantalizing rain on the trajectory of this scorched planet, A bucket of antiseptic detergent; to decimate those inconspicuous germs lingering round my immaculate persona, A bucket of sizzling tea; to profusely reinvigorate and stimulate my every languidly dreary morning, A bucket of appetizing brown chocolate; to stringently awaken the dormant dormitories of my brain, A bucket of fortified sticks; granting me that impregnable prowess of defending myself against the most heinously hostile of enemy, A bucket of dead and stupendously lifeless bones; to make me realize the value of harmoniously precious life, A bucket of incomprehensibly enigmatic enigmas; to prolifically rekindle my dying imagination, A bucket of flabby caps; to wholesomely sequester me from acerbic rays of the flaming Sun, A bucket of looming watches; to accurately depict to me every unleashing minute of the day, A bucket of crisp bonded paper; to facilitate me to compile a grandiloquent book harnessed with my very own blood, A bucket of freshly extracted poignant ocean salt; to deluge my lackadaisical life with loads of seductive 357

vibrancy, A bucket of uncontrollable love; to flood my impoverished visage with the ecstatic fire to leap; the turbulent urge to exist amongst a pack of savage wolves on this planet, And a bucket of breath to inundate my jacket of fragile brown lungs with freshly reinvigorating air; granting me the unprecedented tenacity to survive; granting me an indomitable urge to live my complete quota of destined years…

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SWEET ALARM CLOCK I marched rambunctiously up the steps to my office; greeted my boss before anybody else could with a profoundly amicable smile, While he slept lazily on his cozy bed; even well past brilliant afternoon. I got ready for the high priority business meeting; sat in synchronized harmony beside the delegate adorned in an expensively embellished suit; with my pulse nearly racing out of my heart, While he nimbly turned his back from one side to another; inadvertently shrugged at the flies hovering pertinently round his cheek. I bounced boisterously on the vacant streets at the crack of glistening dawn; relentlessly admiring the Sun as it shone to its most overwhelming radiance, While he drew the quilt even more tenaciously over his head; shielding his eyes even from the tiniest trace of white light. I jogged fervently through the verdant lawns; with ravishing grass incessantly tickling my dreary feet; letting infinite globules of golden perspiration dribble down my arms, While he emanated a volley of thunderous snores; inundating the blissful atmosphere around with his disdainfully pugnacious sound. I dug gargantuan chunks of fresh soil with my hands as hostile rays of afternoon filtered through my hazel eyes; sowed a cluster of salubrious seed in every visible quarter of fecund land, While he dozed like the most treacherous demon on this planet; sleeping invincibly with his bohemian feet pointing towards the garland of resplendent stars. I executed each of my task meticulously as the clock indefatigably ticked; harmoniously carrying out all my duties of the day without the slightest of circumspection or bewilderment, While he sucked his big thumb worse than a small baby; with a mountain of silken pillow profusely enveloping his scalp. I leapt in ecstatic jubilation in torrential sheets of voluptuous rain; splashing my entire persona in the 359

freshly sparkling stream of seductive water, While he mumbled incoherent words in his divinely reverie; refrained to budge an inch; even as a battalion of red cockroach crawled in his limp ear. I immensely relished each shade of the day; flamboyantly marched past the serene seaside; with the congenial evening breeze kissing fabulously across my chest, While he didn’t even know the world in which he was living; whether it was stringent morning outside or ghastly night. I reaped the most blissful of merits in life; optimizing each opportunity that came my way; climbing the ladders to unprecedented success and irrefutable prosperity, While he poked his tongue out a trifle; slavered pathetically at the mouth; let the parasites around suck his morbid blood without being perturbed one bit. And the only difference between me and him was; that I woke up with a jolted start every morning; as my sweet alarm clock whipped the last ounce of my sleep with its deafening noise, While he was left miserably asleep and doped till well past after midnight; till when infact I had victoriously completed my full quota of days; my complete quota of enchanting nights…

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THE COLOR OF MY CHEEKS The color of my cheeks was whiter than the innocuous Moon; when I just got up from sleep with the first rays of ethereal dawn, The color of my cheeks was more crimson than the poignant rose; when the girl of my surreal dreams; flirtatiously glimpsed at my countenance, The color of my cheeks was a morbid yellow; when I was enveloped by the ominous swirl of ghastly fever, The color of my cheeks was a tangy blue; as I reached the shores after swimming voraciously for marathon hours in the vivaciously salty ocean, The color of my cheeks was a mischievous chocolate brown; after I rhapsodically trespassed through a slippery slurry of mud; and the rain thunderously pelting down, The color of my cheeks was a brilliantly shimmering yellow; after I stood for gigantic hours under the sweltering midday Sun, The color of my cheeks was an incorrigible pink; as I entered my dwelling after spending countless hours sandwiched between colossal slabs of raw ice, The color of my cheeks was a sparkling golden; after I scrubbed them voraciously with stringently pungent cakes of fat antiseptic, The color of my cheeks was blacker than the deplorable coal mines; when I starved myself for weeks on the trot; sat in an obsolete corner sequestered wholesomely from the outside world, The color of my cheeks was an overwhelmingly ashen grey; as I heard the news of the ship sinking; the treacherous tale of my compatriots losing their lives under cold water, The color of my cheeks was greener than the curled grass; when I sat under the placid shade of the tree; with its astronomically foliate branches flooding my senses with rejuvenated fervor, The color of my cheeks was more transparent than the scintillating mirror; when I was in a mood to convey the most surreptitious of thoughts candidly, The color of my cheeks was a fiery red; when I marched forward in volatile anger; vindictively resolving to teach my erring adversary the lesson of his life, The color of my cheeks was more blended than a 361

rainbow; when a battalion of girls kissed them; all embellished with myriad textures of swanky lipstick, The color of my cheeks was a trifle hazy; as I freshly passed out through the conglomerate of puffy clouds, The color of my cheeks was a pathetic violet; as I consumed frugal amounts of venom; to gently experience the process of extinction, The color of my cheeks was pragmatically normal; when I intensely concentrated on my work; paid heed to nothing else but the process called practical and routine life, The color of my cheeks was celestially heavenly; when I had just taken birth; exhaled my first breath on this mesmerizing planet, And the color of my cheeks disappeared in entirety; floating like an inconspicuous thread into remote oblivion; as I breathed my last; as I was buried fathomless feet in my grave after being declared dead….

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BIG THUMB When I held it dead straight and candidly in free space; people thought I was being overwhelmingly rude and cheeky, When I sucked it passionately in my mouth; people thought I was just an innocuously overgrown child; unfit to exist in monotonous society, When I curled it stubbornly to form a fist; people thought I was in an invidiously wild mood to punch and fight, When I slanted it a trifle towards the left or right; people thought I wanted a brazen and speedy lift, When I pressed it ardently on scintillating white paper after dipping it in sapphire pools of ink; people thought that I was illiterate; didn’t even know how to prudently sign, When I raised it above my shoulders for incessant lengths of time; people thought that I gruesomely stranded; wanted to abscond to more blissful places than the eerie mist surrounding me, When I folded it pathetically into boundless knots; people thought that I was disdainfully maim; endeavoring my best against crippled time, When I tapped it relentlessly on the desk; people thought that I was peevishly irritated; desired to be left in immortal peace and all alone, When I rubbed it voraciously across my armory of teeth; people thought I had dropped freshly from the rustic village; wasn’t acquainted the slightest to contemporary toothbrush and stringent paste, When I hoisted it vivaciously towards my friends in times of perilous examinations; people thought that I was wishing my comrades all the very best, When I probed it forward to sprinkle crimson vermilion in the hair of my beloved; people thought I had tied the nuptial thread; bonded myself into the swirl of sacred marriage, When I ominously hurled in sedate atmosphere; people thought I had intentions of breaking somebody's nose; waded back in petrified terror, When I obnoxiously pointed it downwards towards black mud; people thought I was in a mood to contemptuously 363

insult; ridicule sagacious entities to inconspicuous dust, When I caressed it on colossal slabs of white ice; people thought that I trying to generate tremors of inexplicable excitement in my languidly dreary persona, When I whole heartedly offered it to kids to play; people thought that I was extremely philanthropic; had this insatiable desire to help human kind, When I twisted it fervently to capsize the pen; people thought that I was in an uninhibited spree to write, When I engulfed it wholesomely with colored gloves; people thought that I was involved in heinous crimes; was trying to surreptitiously sequester my trail of vulnerable fingerprints, When I feverishly bit it umpteenth number of times in the day; people thought that I was encapsulated with incomprehensible anxiety; was waiting for precarious time to rapidly unveil, When I held it intractably against my lips; people thought I was trying to intimidate them into brutalized silence, When I amicably waved it towards the chair; people thought that I instructing them to congenially sit and relish in fantasy, O! My God; although it was just a short stub of fat flesh protruding from my palms; my big thumb was really something to ponder about; my big thumb was incredulously astounding….

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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, 365

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…..

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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 367

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….

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STARVED Every writer is starved for a publisher; the indispensable channel to propagate his work ubiquitously into the entire world, Every granule of desert sand is starved for cloudbursts of rain; those glistening globules of water to impart it with new life, Every eye is starved for beauty; those ravishing forms of mysticism which grant unsurpassable pleasure and a glint to its exhausted persona, Every valley is starved for an echo; that voluptuously resonating sound that clashes delectably against the gloominess of the still atmosphere, Every scorpion is starved for a sting; those robust globs of innocuous flesh; which grace it the astronomical privilege of piercing its ominous tentacles, Every sports car is starved for a driver; who can grip its steering wheel with insurmountable machismo; speed it at whirlwind speeds; with its nozzle handsomely permeating through majestic carpets of air, Every dog is starved for a bone; the tantalizing slices of red meat to appease its gluttony till unprecedented limits, Every mosquito is starved for immaculate entities; on whose impeccable flesh it could sit all day; and satanically suck blood all throughout the savage night, Every lip is starved for a kiss; that volatile inferno of unimaginable passion it stirred at the tiniest of caress, Every armpit is starved for sweat; that fountain of shimmering juice which made it feel all the more stupendously exotic, Every ear is starved for the voice of the nightingale; that ingratiating fantasy which it inevitably fomented; as it slowly drifted before blending with the senses, Every knuckle is starved for a punch; that astounding feeling of bravado which irrefutably descended; as it pounded through loose balls of open space, Every soul is starved for childhood; those profusely mischievous moments which divinely tickled it to rise 369

higher above the angels, Every barren pond is starved for the royal lotus; the magnanimously alluring odor that profoundly illuminated each second of its unfurling life, Every telephone is starved for a melodious ring; that inexorably tinkling sound that made all around it rise with unanimous solidarity, Every butterfly was starved for sunlight; those fiery beams of the Sun God which filtered optimistic rays of hope in its miserably cloistered existence; engendered it to dance and fly, Every mind was starved for ravishing fantasy; fathomlessly fabulous dreams which incessantly kept it in a state of perpetual bliss, Every heart was starved for its beloved; the incomprehensible ardor she generated to unrelentingly accelerate its each beat, And every life was starved for love; that immortal affinity it solely desired since the time it took its first breath; the very reason it was still breathing and alive….

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MOUSE TRAP I waited ardently all night and day to imprison your tiny grace; enticing you with my balls of tangy cheese, I inhabited the most illuminated corner of the room; so that you could sight me in profound traces of white light, I greedily glimpsed the minuscule of your intricate movement; fervently following your diminutive silhouette like a panther on the prowl, I surreptitiously envisaged countless strategies to torment you; inevitably opening my lid a trifle in insurmountable agony, I incessantly relished the bouncy pairs of springs in my body; the soft chunks of sponge sprawled in haphazard disharmony in my gleaming cage, I had this sole ambition to trap you in my present life; with my mind indefatigably revolving round the contours of your pertinent body, I was partly impaired from crystalline vision; witnessed the outside world as an partially obfuscated haze through my myriad of bars and rods, I was procurable at threadbare rates from the market; with people generally wading their hands as far from me; as consummately possible, I shivered in the freezing cold every night; while my master had a smashing time sandwiched handsomely under the gorgeously woven exquisite quilt, I was wholesomely illiterate since infantile birth; the only name that I ruthlessly chanted each second was yours; impatiently awaiting to savagely besiege you, I had remained starved since fathomless decades; feasting on only bottomless perceptions of rubicund flesh, I got barbarically kicked infinite times in a single day; with people washing their feet soon after with the strongest of medicinal herb; instead of depicting traces of poignant empathy, I didn’t need a single penny for survival; bore the 371

brunt of drought and flood with overwhelming equanimity on my rusty body, I hardly knew what day of the month it was; with a battalion of red ant and irascible termites crawling freely on my slippery hinges, I had a disdainfully obnoxious stench emanating from my soiled demeanor; was repugnant to whomsoever who had his eyes on my dilapidated condition, I stood just a few inches above the ground; always feeling overpowered by all entities who trespassed heavily through the cold ground, I harbored dirt and fetid filth all throughout my existence; wistfully hoping for you to stealthily pass by my side, And I might just appear to be an empty container of junky iron; rotting in the realms of unprecedented agony and solitary gloom, But mind you "Mouse"; I the "Mouse Trap" have always wanted to gobble you all my life; and once you were in my custody you little scoundrel; try as hard as you can; let even the sky come down on earth; But this time I wont let you out…..

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POURED The conglomerate of sinister black clouds in the cosmos; poured cloudbursts of torrential rain, The blazing body of flamboyantly ferocious Sun; poured a 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, 373

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….

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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, 375

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…..

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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, 377

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….

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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, 379

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….

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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, 381

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…..

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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 383

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….

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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 385

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….

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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, 387

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….

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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 the most obsoletely dilapidated corners of free space, 389

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….

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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….

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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 392

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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….

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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 394

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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….

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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 396

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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…

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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 398

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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 399

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…

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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 401

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….

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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 403

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…

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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 405

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….

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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, 407

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….

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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 409

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…

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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 411

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….

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IF MY CAR COULD RUN ON PURE WATER IF MY CAR could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would wander thousands of kilometers in the day, Driving at roaring speeds through the broad highway streets; drowned in waves of tremendous euphoria. If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would stop contemplating the cost of expensive gasoline, Explore every nook and cranny of the gigantic globe; would prefer to drive; every time I was overpowered with the incorrigible urge to walk. If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would evacuate the monsoon rivers of their liquid, Storing it surreptitiously in my colossal tank; pilfer every droplet of the solvent dribbling from the mountain springs. If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would relinquish to travel by the most extravagant of aircraft, Thoroughly utilizing my incredulous contraption; to transport me wherever I wanted; without the slightest pinch to my pocket. If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would never feel uncouth pangs of thirst reverberate in my vocal chords, As I would devour frugal mouthfuls of the liquid stashed in my fuel jacket; at intermittent intervals while traversing through the streets. If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would make frequent visits to the gushing jungle stream, Swimming rambunctiously in the same; withdrawing as much water as I could while gleefully returning. If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would camouflage my automobile with coarse sheets of sprawling canvas, Would impregnate it with all the amenities indispensable for life; inhabit it unrelentingly all day and night; while rolling on the roads.

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If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would save astronomical sums of money, Investing the same in diversified arenas of life; gain in insight and loads of experience while transgressing through mesmerizing parts of the world. If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would get reprieve from obnoxious stench of the elixir, Instead have the ravishing aroma of fresh water waft into my nostrils; encompassing my persona with waves of enchantment. And if my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would sleep like a diabolical demon all night; released from the onerous tensions of ruminating over price hikes, Travel all sunlit day in my luxurious caravan with my beloved in close proximity; now completely oblivious to the hour when I had last filled disdainful petrol.

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WAITER COME HERE PLEASE HE SERVED UMPTEENTH a dish at the bark of a crisp command; with twin pair of eyes focused dead straight towards the table, Nimbly took a plethora of orders; from famished customers to satiate their gluttony, Made frequent rounds to the kitchen; conversing loquaciously with the rotund chef, Greeted all those who entered the hotel; with an amicably appearing congenial smile, Instigated his fellow counterparts; to bustle back to work; reciting to them a rustic joke, Scrupulously cleaned the dishes after they were rampantly used; picking up the most inconspicuous of loiter from the floor, Meticulously arranged the armory of crimson rose in their respective jars; made sure that all candles rose up to a handsome flame, Ran instantaneously to the sound of tinkling bells over the counter; glued his vision towards the screen flashing multiple items of food, Occasionally listened to a volley of hostile expletives from his clients; for not adhering immaculately to requirements of their taste, Was immensely pleased at witnessing the exorbitantly affluent; envisaging the fat tips they would bestow upon his impoverished persona, Shivered incessantly in the biting cold; clad in threadbare minimum of cloth to drape his demeanor, Voraciously sketched a battalion of faces; sitting on his bohemian stool; in his spare time, Swayed articulately to beats of pulsating music at intermittent intervals; to reinvigorate his dreary passengers, 415

Hoisted innocuous toddlers high in the air; dexterously catching them single handed; to grant ailing mothers some reprieve from the tyranny of their children, Had gladly incorporated a list of appetizing dishes; as his daily jargon; sometimes inadvertently whispering the names of cooked items in his dreams, Magnificently controlled his temper; trying to avoid the most minuscule of altercation if possible, Worked like a clockwork machine; inexorably all throughout the monotonous day, Slept in a cloistered room all chilly night; profoundly detesting the next day to unveil; the nondescript rigmarole of taking orders, Wore a flabby cap; shielding his rubicund face; a neat tie dangling unsolicitedly from his collar, There were tears gushing from his eyes when I addressed him by his first name; for he was literally oblivious to all other sounds; except for that dreaded voice stringently calling him waiter come here please.

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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. 417

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.

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LIFE IS AS OMNIPOTENT AS GOD

LIFE IS AS sweet as a chocolate; go and greedily crunch it, Life is as ravishing as the choppy ocean; go and swim in it, Life is as dense as the deciduous forest; go and voraciously philander in it, Life is as perspicuous as the scintillating mirror; go and sight your reflection in it, Life is as green as the sprawling grasses; go and exuberantly roll in it, Life is as impeccable as frosty cows milk; go and perseveringly gulp it, Life is as fragrant as the mesmerizing scarlet rose; go and smell it, Life is as warm as the cozy quilt; go and comfortably snuggle in it, Life is as voluptuous as brown chunks of mud; go and ebulliently plough it, Life is as vivid as the rainbow in the cosmos; go and surreptitiously perceive it, Life is as surreal as blissful heaven; go and inexorably fantasize about it, Life is as contemporary as the swanky car; go and drive it, Life is as slippery as the slimy oyster shells; go and intensely feel it, Life is as thorny as the gigantic cactus; go and prick it, Life is as poignant as green chili; go and tenaciously chew it, Life is as heavy as the mammoth boulder; go and skillfully hoist it, Life is as strong as the formidable fortress wall; go and wrestle with it, Life is as grandiloquent as the bombastic palace; go and languish in it, Life is as brilliant as the dazzling sun; go and bask directly beneath it, Life is as dark as the cloistered well; go and dip your persona in it, Life is as enchanting as the placid moon; go and profoundly admire it, Life is as blistering as the scorching deserts; go and run unrelentingly in it, Life is as beautiful as the dainty fairy; go and gently caress it, 419

Life is as incredulous as the conventional aircraft; go and fly high in it, Life is as comic as the circus clown; go and tumultuously laugh with it, Life is as steep as the lanky mountain; go and adroitly clamber it, Life is as tingling as the gushing mountain stream; go and uninhibitedly bathe in it, Life is as intricate as the mothers womb; go and worship it, Life is as horrendous as the swirling whirlpool; go and audaciously confront it, Life is as enigmatic as the meticulously spun spiders web; go and entangle it, Life is as simple as a line drawn on the floor; go and vigorously enjoy it, Life is as savage as a sword; go and fight valiantly with it, Life is as vibrant as the majestic peacock spreading its feathers; go and supremely relish it, Life is as romantic as the person you care for; go and incorrigibly love it, Life is as sacrosanct as the omnipotent creator; go and wholesomely lead it.

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MOUSTACHE WHEN I CURLED it slightly with my fingers it resembled the angular horns of the placid cow; standing up in alacrity, Shimmering vibrantly in the sunshine; with unruly bristles of hair protruding out rampantly from umpteenth quarters. When I combed it scrupulously with a serrated brush; it settled to perfectly commensurate proportions, Adhering amicably to my lips; appearing as sedate as an angel having long gone off to sleep. When I applied exorbitant coats of sweet honey on it; it acquired profound tinges of enchanting amber, There wafted a heavenly aroma into my nostrils; also a scores of irksome red ants crawled to relish the paradise. When I rubbed it against the naked cheek of my beloved; it engendered a plethora of scarlet blemishes, She blushed heavily in consternation; and there were infinite tingling sensations impregnated all over her persona. When I refrained to trim it all along the unveiling week; it proliferated untidily in clusters, My face now appeared like that of a passionate buffoon; and it seemed as if I had relinquished all interest in life. When I breathed vigorously into it expending my lungs to full capacity; it wavered a little; disconcertingly perturbed by the onslaught, Retorted back in intense indignation; prompting me to scratch my skin till it virtually bled. When I swished at it wildly with my tongue; feverishly caressing a battalion of blades in the process; it didn’t seem to mind the least, Stuck diligently to my flesh in an amalgamated heap; sedately slept for a few hours until the saliva dried. When I rubbed it frivolously during business meetings; it seemed to have a psychological influence in calming my frayed nerves, 421

Substantially eased tumultuous tension from my mind; granting me a winning edge over my adversaries. When I let sweat dribble profusely into it; feebly attempting to resist the flow; it looked all the more handsome, With the full light of the sun accentuating its drooping periphery; and the aftermath made me feel like a real man. But when I tonsured it inadvertently; completely annihilating it from my silhouette; I appeared comically distorted; with a feminine disposition inevitably descending on my demeanor, Although I considered myself as extremely lucky and blessed; as my moustache once again grew into bushy clusters rapidly a few days after shaving; and I thereby took a solemn pledge of never plucking it again.

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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; 423

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.

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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.

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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?

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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 427

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.

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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,

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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…

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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, 431

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.

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ONLY THOSE

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. 433

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.

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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 435

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.

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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.

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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.

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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 439

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.

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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; 441

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..

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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 443

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….

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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, 445

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 446

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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….

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WHOLESOMELY AND COMPLETELY DEAD… Neither could it ever wholeheartedly laugh; even as the most unbelievably effervescent clowns danced in inarticulate unison around it; and for times beyond the realms of handsome eternity, Neither could it ever mischievously twinkle; even as the most vivaciously nubile maidens; rapturously encircled its stupendously masculine teats and uninhibitedly rampant chest hair, Neither could it ever unabashedly dream; even as the most tantalizingly surreal mists of heavenliness; profusely enshrouded it from every conceivable end, Neither could it ever sensuously romanticize; even as the most voluptuously enchanting women of tomorrow; indefatigably traced every of its visibly blessed vein, Neither could it ever merrily whistle; even as the most profoundly euphoric winds of the atmosphere; made a poignantly enthralling beeline for every bit of open space in its nostrils, Neither could it ever sensitively hear; even as the most ecstatically thunderous sounds of mother nature; unleashed themselves on every barren quarter of this Universe; in the form of unrelentingly seductive rain, Neither could it ever celestially eat; even as the most bounteously panoramic fruits of nature divine; vividly danced till times beyond infinity; right infront of its eyes, Neither could it ever effusively empathize; even as the most wretchedly bizarre sufferings on innocuously untainted humanity; lambasted at whisker lengths from its placid contours, Neither could it ever joyously blush; even as it was ubiquitously serenaded; by every man and woman alive on the trajectory of this fathomlessly spell-binding planet, Neither could it ever perspicaciously prognosticate; even as the most impregnably divine rays of resplendent clairvoyance; victoriously blazed through the royal whites of its eyes, Neither could it ever jubilantly speak; even as the most mystically pin-drop silence in the fabric of the entire earth around; fervently and solely waited for nothing else; but being timelessly consecrated by only his voice, 448

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Neither could it ever symbiotically embrace; even as every religion; fraternity; color; and tribe on this gigantic earth; came invincibly close to it after forgetting all differences of caste; creed; and perennially bonding into the religion of priceless humanity, Neither could it ever ardently desire; even as the most insuperably wondrous dewdrops of effulgent excitement; sparkled till times beyond infinity; all over its silent and humbly obeisant bodily contours, Neither could it ever righteously earn; even as the entire wealth on this boundlessly enigmatic planet; was there for him to command; only if he executed the quintessentially simple words of immortal love, Neither could it ever potently proliferate; even as the most rapturously enamoring ladies of mankind; were seen tirelessly squabbling with each other; to ascertain their right to interminably mate with him first, Neither could it ever perseveringly sweat; even as the most Omnipotently blazing beams of the Sun; traced an infinite circles of true manhood; on its unnervingly exposed armpits, Neither could it ever synergistically defecate; even as the most obnoxiously decayed elements of food and water; unstoppably swelled and reigned supreme; in its unmoving intestines and stomach, Neither could it ever passionately breathe; even as the entire Universe of exuberantly undefeated air; lay readily virgin for it; to majestically and timelessly devour with its pair of harmonious nostrils, Neither could it ever perpetually love; even as every beat of peerlessly unflinching companionship on this endlessly fructifying earth; expressed its very last wish as entering into the caverns of its fearless chest, And how on earth could it ever do all this; as the body which once upon a time was the most unassailably virile form on planet earth; had now been consumed by the coffins of remorsefully unending extinction; had now succumbed to inevitably unbearable fate; was as a matter of fact; now; and an infinite more moments from now on; declared by the Omnipresent Creator; as wholesomely and completely dead…

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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 450

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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…

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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 452

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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 453

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…

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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 455

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 biased idealism; 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…

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NEVER LIVE IN DEATH; NEVER DIE IN LIFE… There was simply no happiness in inexplicably venomous sadness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of sadness in the heavens of jubilantly poignant and resplendently enamoring; happiness, There was simply no daylight in morosely sadistic blackness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of blackness in the sun of optimistically unfettered and spell-bindingly perennial; daylight, There was simply no faith in treacherously slandering infidelity; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of infidelity in the skies of unendingly unconquerable and compassionately everlasting; faith, There was simply no truth in deplorably sacrilegious lies; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of lies in the utopia of eternally sacrosanct and unflinchingly peerless; truth, There was simply no melody in venomously discordant deliriousness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of deliriousness in the caverns of ecstatically unbelievable and vivaciously exuberant; melody, There was simply no humanity in indiscriminately devastating war; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of war in the bloodstreams of pricelessly unassailable and fearlessly Omnipotent; humanity, There was simply no nature in preposterously robotic monotony; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of monotony in the lap of divinely effervescent and rhapsodically exultating; nature, There was simply no open-heartedness in lecherously ominous manipulation; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of manipulation in the rain of torrentially unfettered and beautifully panoramic; open-heartedness, There was simply no innocence in licentiously demented adultery; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of adultery in the womb of impregnably divinely and interminably fructifying; innocence, There was simply no love in demonically pulverizing terrorism; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of terrorism in the heart of immortally burgeoning and ubiquitously evolving; love, There was simply no simplicity in despicably marauding prejudice; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of prejudice in the cradle of everlastingly bountiful 457

and victoriously undaunted; simplicity, There was simply no compassion in mercilessly despondent indifference; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of indifference in the clouds of timelessly bestowing and unconquerably embracing; compassion, There was simply no fire in nonchalantly decrepit nothingness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of nothingness in the aisles of passionately rejuvenating and royally untamed; fire, There was simply no brotherhood in tyrannically meaningless selfishness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of selfishness in the paradise of bounteously ebullient and amiably transcending; brotherhood, There was simply no freshness in egregiously wanton stagnation; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of stagnation in the rainbow of unlimitedly triumphant and mellifluously astounding; freshness, There was simply no transparency in cadaverously confiscating politics; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of politics in the mirror of candidly discerning and righteously radiating; transparency, There was simply no freedom in profanely bigoted incarceration; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of incarceration in the mists of limitlessly bewitching and undauntedly priceless; freedom, There was simply no life in satanically worthless death; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of death in the throne of perpetually winning and Omnipresently undefeated; life, Therefore I say; do not think the slightest of life after you’re crucified to ghastly death; and never ever even utter the word death whilst profoundly relishing and effulgently romancing; proliferating; gyrating and adventuring; in the immortal entrenchment of life…

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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, 459

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 460

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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….

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I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw one man derogatorily slaving and slavering for another man; wherein the Omnipotent Creator had created all symbiotically equal in the first place, I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw millions of innocent being indiscriminately butchered; in the wrath and aftermath of barbarously thwarting bombardment and war, I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw satanic terrorists launch an inconsolably pulverizing assault on one particular fraternity of mankind; in the name of sacrifice to the Omnipresent Lord, I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw hordes of people blindfoldedly offering their last ounce of wealth to the Omnipotent deity of the Lord; who in the first place owned every speck of the unending Universe; and who wanted them to benevolently donate the same to all suffering living kind instead, I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw school going girls and boys begging hoarsely on the obdurately chauvinistic streets; with their parents abhorrently using them to tickle the soft corner of the opulent society, I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw women of all ages; right from the age of my daughter; to sister to mother; tawdrily selling their flesh to hedonistically dastardly men; just for securing those two quintessential morsels of food, I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw limitless dying unattended on the freezing streets; because of unforgivably ghastly corruption; viciously infiltrating in every echelon of the government and society, I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw impudently pretentious brats; telling their life-bestowing parents to clean the stagnating shit in their houses; whilst they themselves deliriously drowned themselves; into barrels of sinfully expensive wine and cigarette smoke, I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw the most perpetually faithful of lovers salaciously separate like a miserably broken leaf; at the tiniest of objection from the sanctimoniously turgid society, I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. 463

Everytime I saw selfishly shriveled man; praying to God for solely impregnating his lungs with a countless breaths; instead of immortally sharing the same in perfect symbiosis with endless numbers of his own kind, But when I was actually committing suicide. I felt that any form of life was better than death; as I approached my very last breath. For if at all I could endeavor my very best to ameliorate every fraternity of estranged and maliciously cannibalistic living kind; then by the grace of God it could be only while in undefeated life and not the slightest after stonily gory death…

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LIFE IS SO MUCH LIKE THE COBWEB…. Life is so much like that silken cobweb; at times shimmering like a majestically untamed prince; in due allegiance under the iridescently silvery light of the moon, Life is so much like that inexplicable cobweb; at times just disintegrating into a countless bits and pieces; without the slightest of ostensible reason or rhyme, Life is so much like that royal cobweb; at times triumphantly swirling towards the highest epitomes of success; even as the most blasphemously perverted of hell torrentially reigned down upon planet divine, Life is so much like that floundering cobweb; at times haplessly tripping down on an infinite occasions; just as its spider would be subjected to; whilst just a centimeter away from the zenith of victory, Life is so much like that insuperable cobweb; at times uniting every thread; religion; caste; creed; tribe alike; into an impregnably amalgamated religion of selfless humanity, Life is so much like that uncanny cobweb; at times frightening the very guts of your innermost soul; as you just nimbly brushed past it; even in the most blazingly peerless of daylight, Life is so much like that priceless cobweb; at times each infinitesimal strand of which; was hopelessly and lecherously incomplete; without the other; without symbiotically coalescing with the other, Life is so much like that surreptitious cobweb; at times stealthily skulking only past ghoulish midnight; when even the sadistically venomous annals of death had transiently slept, Life is so much like that infallible cobweb; at times forming and agglutinating with such faithful relationships; which were invincibly blessed and eternally inseparable, Life is so much like that inscrutable cobweb; at times wholesomely obscuring its very identity; in the enigmatically titillating labyrinths of shrunken oblivion, Life is so much like that glimmering cobweb; at times scintillating with the richness of naturally panoramic 465

creation; enlightened to full and profound glory of enchantingly mesmerizing existence, Life is so much like that cowardly cobweb; at times shriveling to the size of a pea; at even the most evanescent talk of danger; about to paralyze and set in, Life is so much like that candid cobweb; at times revealing even the minutest of its evolutions and fibers; indefatigably and in each instant of the flamboyant sweltering Sun; and sensuously nubile night, Life is so much like that livid cobweb; at times unfurling into its most impotent shades of infidelity; when the network of manipulative prejudice dismally collapses into wholesome nothingness, Life is so much like that unending cobweb; at times impregnably harboring billions of symbiotically enthralling networks in its swirl; feeding them interminably with the juices of its perennial compassion, Life is so much like that unabashed cobweb; at times wholesomely allowing itself to be unstoppably caressed and fondled; by every wantonly wastrel speck of air that it encountered in its way, Life is so much like that innocuous cobweb; at times metamorphosing itself into that newborn child once again; entirely unbridled with inexhaustible caravans of creativity; sparkling from every of its stride, Life is so much like that dangerous cobweb; at times being irretrievably trapped into a maze of hopelessly confounded uncertainties; and sucked deeper and deeper into the mortuaries of worthlessness, And life is so much like that voluptuous cobweb; at times inevitably enticing every ounce of goodness in the Universe to magnetically mélange with its unassailable colors; to craft victoriously mellifluous dimensions of a brilliantly unfettered tomorrow…

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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 467

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 468

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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….

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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, 470

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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 471

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…

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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? 473

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….

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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, 475

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….

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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, 477

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….

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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, 479

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 spellbindingly 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…

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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, 481

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”….

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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 483

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….

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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, 485

Why are you bothered about counting the worthless sheets of dead fiber imprisoned inside the glass; the disdainful blotches of dirt failing occasionally to cast 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 ?

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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 487

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…

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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 489

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…

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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 491

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 492

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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….

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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 494

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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…

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death…. As much poignantly perpetual was the bond of; fascinatingly blissful life, Lecherously lashing and diabolically pulverizing; were the cacophonic skeletons of grotesquely savage death…. As much celestially placating was the reverie of; gorgeously marvellous life, Blatantly corrupt and meaninglessly ungainly; were the hopeless dungeons of disparagingly derogatory death…. As much ravishingly sensuous was the heaven of; scintillatingly Omniscient life, Ghoulishly indiscriminate and traumatically hideous; were the nonchalant worms of bizarrely rotten death….. As much innocuously sacred was the cradle of; bountifully proliferating life, Ominously crippling and preposterously dastardly; were the lackadaisically disappearing shadows of obsoletely jinxed death…. As much timelessly compassionate was the path of; victoriously blazing life, Licentiously withering and regretfully castigating; were the heinously endless curses of drearily dolorous death…. As much regally ubiquitous was the essence of; Omnipresently magnetic life, Baselessly stunted and horrifically wailing; were the pernicious maelstroms of sordidly demonic death….. As much flamboyantly glittering was the cistern of; vividly eclectic life, Worthlessly lazing and sardonically stunted; were the prejudiced whiplashes of criminally castrating death…. As much beautifully harmonious was the tonic of; Omnipotently bestowing life, Hatefully hunchbacked and ambiguously stinging; were the hypocrite stones of disdainfully ostracizing death… As much holistically eternal was the rainbow of; everlastingly blissful life, Truculently sucking and maliciously distorted; were the sinister tunes of mercilessly snapping death…. As much graciously charismatic was the wall of; unshakably patriotic life, Insanely bereaved and uxoriously fiendish; were the prurient rides of idiosyncratically feckless death…. As much marvellously bequeathing was the cloudburst of; unconquerably untamed life, Irately impudent and obnoxiously sultry; were the rebuking waves of agonizingly suffocating death…. 497

As much wonderfully fragrant was the jacket of; unassailably glorious life, Inconspicuously snobbish and punitively parsimonious; were the bellicose voices of vengefully woeful death…. As much supremely humanitarian was the armor of; perpetually affable life, Shiveringly morbid and abusively mercurial; were the ungainly tunes of devastatingly disintegrating death….. As much unsurpassably enthralling was the fortress of; unflinchingly intrepid life, Ludicrously cowardly and treacherously hollow; were the ignominious potholes of pugnaciously threadbare death…. ‘ As much invaluably godly was the whistle of; never-endingly augmenting life, Haplessly destitute and unfathomably maimed; were the evil arms of relentlessly weeping death….. And as much fervently passionately was the beat of; immortally resplendent life, Brutally snatching and weirdly disfigured; were the barbarically blood-coated alphabets of unforgivably condemning death….

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ARTISTS VERSUS TYCOONS Artists assimilated the vibrantly unfurling beauty of the atmosphere; majestically on the resplendent palette of their lives, Tycoons traded the same in the spuriously stinking stock markets; savagely marauding their bountiful fragrance in the web of indescribably salacious savagery…. Artists inundated vivaciously enamoring color even in the most dolorously deadened entities; spawning a civilization of ravishing sensuousness on even the most obsoletely decaying step that they tread, Tycoons ghastily buried live organisms into threadbare mud; erecting castles of their invidiously malicious wealth; upon unfathomably tyrannized blood and skull…. Artists wonderfully absorbed even the most infinitesimal iota of charismatic voluptuousness from the planet around; eternally making it the ravishing mascara of their philandering eyelashes, Tycoons ruthlessly boiled the same in cauldrons of manipulative malice; beheading man and animal barbarically alike; to bombastically toast for their nocturnal delights….. Artists insurmountably titillated even the coffins of penalizing midnight; with the stupendously enchanting melody in their vividly wandering sounds, Tycoons mercilessly invaded every speck of this gloriously palpitating Universe; with the overwhelmingly bizarre cacophony of lecherously crippling monotony….. Artists fulminated into an unsurpassable ocean of fantasy with every unveiling minute; tantalizing even the most alien mountains of absolution; with their beautifully mesmerizing footsteps, Tycoons fretted; fumed; made life an irascibly unforgiving hell for every entity around them; after stepping out of the realms of the dastardly superficial office…. Artists perpetuated a fathomless garden of spell binding fragrance on every single occasion that they exotically kissed mother earth; erupting into the flavor of timeless humanity for times immemorial; and 499

with the consent of the Creator Divine, Tycoons tirelessly slithered their way through the gutters of crucifying corruption; asphyxiating the breath of countless innocent; in their quest for reaching the epitome of baselessly empty supremacy…. Artists treated every organism alive as an unshakably ubiquitous paradise; profoundly saluting the scintillating path of compassionate righteousness in every heart throbbing with enamoring life, Tycoons parasitically lambasted the diminutively poor; uxoriously licked the sordid feet of the domineeringly rich; in their never-ending hunger to posses the ludicrously white collar; for a countless more lifetimes….. Artists irrefutably believed in the sacrosanct cradle of beautiful proliferation; timelessly evolving a township of astoundingly redolent newness in every conceivable direction; that they cast their intoxicating eyes, Tycoons deliberately impeded God’s most cherished process of procreation; on the meaningless pretext that their palaces of sleazily glittering gold; would become a trifle too overcrowded…. And Artists perpetually worshipped nothing else but love; love and perennial love; bonding with its heavenly spirit to immortalize the spirit of ingratiating life on this boundlessly gregarious earth, While tycoons insidiously broke hearts like a pack of soggy matchsticks; criminally philosophizing an insipidly emotionless environment; sanctimonious cigar smoke; raunchy vixen and wine; as the only mantra to forever survive…..

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NO GHOSTS The ghost of the impoverished beggar; indefatigably chased all those opulently uncouth entities; who had so barbarically kicked him once upon a time; on the streets of rambunctiously threadbare nothingness, The ghost of the hapless destitute; unrelentingly chased all those tyrannically lambasting tycoons; who had so unsparingly deprived her of pristine innocence once upon a time; maliciously infiltrating into her enchantingly bountiful life, The ghost of the unfortunate orphan; relentlessly chased all those diabolically evil spirits; who had so ruthlessly torn it apart from its Omnipotent parents once upon a time; penalizing it for ostensibly no reason or rhyme, The ghost of the brutally pulverized leaf; intransigently chased all those ungainly footsteps; who had so deliberately massacred it once upon a time; metamorphosing its cradle of insatiable ecstasy into a graveyard of gruesome silence, The ghost of the scorching desert; timelessly chased all those acrimoniously sweltering rays of the Sun; which had so truculently whiplashed it once upon a time; perniciously roasting its tranquility with fireballs of unbearable heat, The ghost of the excoriated shark; endlessly chased all those ominous hunters; who had so demonically slit its throat once upon a time; rendering its unconquerably princely form into an inconspicuous coffin of meaningless bone, The ghost of the assassinated artist; tirelessly chased all those conventionally stringent section of society; who had so ignominiously ostracized his work once upon a time; snobbishly tainting his marvelous artistry with their pompously deadened spit, The ghost of the ghastily blinded eye; limitlessly chased all those venomous thorns; who had so mercilessly pierced its periphery once upon a time; invidiously marauding its carpet of spell binding sensuousness with a treachery befitting a dreaded swine, The ghost of the maimed urchin; intractably chased all those salacious dictators; who had so lethally victimized its body once upon a time; 501

transformed its gorgeously robust complexion into a shell of reclusively disparaging doom, The ghost of the tortured slave; immutably chased all those devilish powerhouses; which had so gorily crucified his vivacious soul once upon a time; despicably invading his fountain of uninhibited freedom with chains of incarcerating prejudice, The ghost of the heinously disintegrated egg; murderously chased all those perilous vultures; who had so satanically smashed it once upon a time; remorsefully depriving it of even the most infinitesimal of chance to witness the mesmerizing planet outside, The ghost of the pointed cactus; incorrigibly chased all those grotesque mouths; which had so abominably looked down upon it once upon a time; treating it as a piece of insipid shit as they endeavored their best to make fun of it; all the time, The ghost of the stripped chicken; irrevocably chased all those heartless butchers; which had so cruelly decimated it once upon a time; converting it into a pool of pathetic blood just to titillate the spurious tongues; of countless alien, The ghost of the annihilated township; uncontrollably chased all those worthless politicians; who had so unimaginably bombarded it once upon a time; converting even the most diminutive cranny of its persona into a battlefield of blood; hatred and abhorrent war, The ghost of the isolated path; unflaggingly chased all those pompously inflated tycoons; who had so impudently rejected it once upon a time; transiting it into a living mortuary; just to prevent that extra bit of mud from infiltrating into their bombastically worthless shoes, The ghost of underprivileged children; inexhaustibly chased all those uselessly penalizing mavericks; who had so maliciously laughed upon their nimble demeanor; just because they were a shade stronger by the grace of Almighty Lord, The ghost of the traumatized seductress; unfathomably chased all those licentiously thwarting devils; who had so forcefully tied her in shackles of captivity once upon a time; cursing her song of tantalizing melody; with the cry of vengeful death, 502

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The ghost of the betrayed woman; doggedly chased all those perfidiously diseased impressions; which had so astutely trapped her once upon a time; transiently igniting the fires of unbelievable voluptuousness in her life; before ghoulishly shattering her for a countless more lives, But the seed of immortal love had no ghost; not even the most tiniest of sinister spirit to be afraid of; as it flowered into the most Omnipresent entrenchment of the divine; timelessly blossoming into the feathers of unshakable togetherness; even after all had died; even after the dying of unstoppable time…..

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absolute zenith of the gargantuan mountain; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably overruled by pricelessly sheer majesty and unassailable superiority, It was incomprehensibly impossible to overtake the smile of true friendship; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably encapsulated by a cavern of unendingly benign congeniality, It was insurmountably impossible to overtake the inherent impetuousness of boisterously bubbling youth; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably mellowed by the flame of ardently ebullient adventure, It was indescribably impossible to overtake the walls of symbiotic harmony; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably nonplussed by the marvelous aristocracy of enchantingly blessed existence, It was irredeemably impossible to overtake the Godly Mother’s compassion; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably drowned in an unfathomable whirlpool of incessantly burgeoning empathy, It was unstoppably impossible to overtake the melody of rain soaked air; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably neutralized by a voluptuously nubile seductress; relentlessly titillating even the heart of my most dolorously deadened night, It was unsurpassably impossible to overtake the patriotism of the sacrificing soldier; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outshone by a sky of stupendously ever-pervading skill and inimitable bravery, It was dogmatically impossible to overtake the tunnels of triumphant breath; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outplayed by the majestically benevolent rhythm of; pristine existence, And it was hopelessly impossible to overtake the beats of the poignantly gregarious heart; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outdone by a paradise of immortal love; love and priceless love….

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THE CRY OF THE HEART The cry of the lion was majestically thunderous; although it died as the minutes rapidly unveiled; with the stupendous tranquility of the forests taking wholesome control, The cry of the clouds was insatiably voluptuous; although it faded after a while; as the Sun Omnipotently enlightened even the most infinitesimal entity in neighboring vicinity, The cry of the shark was royally piercing; although it diminished almost as soon as it had come; with the unfathomably undulating wave wholesomely drowning it into an ocean of mesmerizing froth, The cry of the eagle was exuberantly aristocratic; although it vanished surreptitiously from the sky in an ethereal flash; as cyclonically untamed maelstroms perpetuated the canvas of the panoramic valley, The cry of the nightingale was melodiously enchanting; although it blended with the aisles of nothingness after a while; as the triumphantly trumpeting elephants insatiably marauded the meadows; left; right and rampant center, The cry of the gloriously unflinching warrior was supremely ecstatic; although it coalesced with threadbare mud in an ethereal instant; as an unsurpassably unending tirade of pugnacious bombs; brutally plummeted upon him from the enemy camp, The cry of the waterfalls was harmoniously enchanting; although it dried up as quickly as flashes of lightening thunder; as the tyranny of the acrimoniously sweltering day evaporated every bit of it; into wisps of obsoletely disappearing oblivion, The cry of the bee was boisterously swarming; although it soon mellowed to an inconspicuous trace of its original self; as the scent of the magnanimously everlasting lotus unconquerably enshrouded everything above hard ground, The cry of the seductress was ebulliently tantalizing; although it disappeared into the ingredients of nothingness like a trice of a bullet; as the silken magic of the titillating night soon gave way to the hideously monotonous day, The cry of the clocktower was stringently meticulous; although it quickly subsided into a corpse of morbid meaninglessness; as the lanky arm struck past the 506

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wonderfully reverberating hour, The cry of the rainbow was resplendently vivacious; although it fleetingly hid in its shell of sequestered oblivion; as the blanket of poignantly crimson clouds soon took a insurmountably bountiful grip of the fathomless sky, The cry of the dewdrops was beautifully exhilarating; although it pathetically evaporated into bits of open space; as soon as the Sun blazed to its domineeringly profound radiance in the boundless sky, The cry of the leaves was mystically seductive; although it transformed into a diminutively subdued mellow; as the victoriously advancing gusty wind now became a song of charismatic love, The cry of the newly born was Omnisciently effusive; although it became a fugitive impression of its ownself; as the years advanced and the web of inevitably insidious commercialism took disgusting control, The cry of the brain was fantastically unfathomable and incessantly exploring; although it transited into an inferno of lackadaisical disparagement; as the savagery of uncouth society salaciously overpowered every intricate arena of survival, The cry of the conscience was irrefutably honest; although it sporadically manipulated itself every now and again; as existence was of the most quintessentially paramount importance amidst the pack of satanically lecherous wolves, The cry of breath was charismatically sensuous; although it veritably finished in limited amounts of unfurling time; as the strokes of destiny eventually had their unavoidably final say, But the cry of the heart was immortally unassailable; come what may; passionately shuddering even centuries immemorial after wholesome diminishing of the bodily form; perpetually uniting with God’s most pricelessly Omnipotent beats of love….

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but make me dogmatically immune to all those satanically degrading it with an acrimoniously fretful battlefield of blatant lies, Don’t make me immune to effusively jubilant tears; but make me wholesomely immune to all those who kept relentlessly crying; despite having all the wealth on this gorgeously fathomless Universe, Don’t make me immune to immortally Omniscient martyrs; but make me boundlessly immune to all those who insipidly ridiculed and forlornly condemned their acts of gloriously altruistic heroism, Don’t make me immune to the voluptuous shadows of sensuousness; but make me overwhelmingly immune to all those tried to burn them in the swirl of abominably clockwork machinery, Don’t make me immune to ingratiatingly enigmatic mysticism; but make me truculently immune to all those believing in nothing else but the disdainfully boring ticktocking of time, Don’t make me immune to synergistically surviving wildlife; but make me entirely immune to all those beheading innocent animals; just to placate that inconspicuously extra bit of taste in their nonchalant tongues, Don’t make me immune to eternally fructifying friendship; but make me uncompromisingly immune to all those salaciously trying to poison it with the fangs of indescribably sordid greed, Don’t make me immune to blissfully earthly and panoramically natural sounds; but make me indomitably immune to all those agonizingly trying to trample them; with the voices of threadbare superficiality, Don’t make me immune to the heavenly seductive cisterns of pungent breath; but make me timelessly immune to all those wanting to deliberately snap it; with maelstroms of indiscriminately unending hatred, And don’t make me immune to the immortally sacrosanct chapters of love and the heart O! Almighty Lord; but make me perpetually immune to all those not harboring respect for them; paving their way ahead in life like cold-blooded parasites….

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HEAVENLY SENSUOUSNESS Insatiably making me erupt into a garden of everlasting enthrallment; profusely blending each of my murderously devastated senses with the most bountiful paradise of the Lord Divine, Fantastically propelling me to indefatigably dance all night; inundate the curtain of ghastly blackness with the uninhibited frenzy of my tantalizing gyrations, Royally perpetuating each arena of my nimbly impoverished countenance; with unfathomable rivers of majestically titillating exuberance, Voluptuously unfurling even the most dolorously strangulated pores of my skin; to perennially coalesce with the clouds of enigmatically eluding fantasy, Such was the untamed inferno of my poignantly charismatic sensuousness; drowning me forever and ever and ever into an ocean of ardently silken desire….. 1….. Fabulously mesmerizing me on every step that I transgressed; blazingly flooding each drearily diminishing nerve of mine with the eternal elixir of unparalleled excitement, Bountifully deluging my indolently stony eyeballs with marvelously ever augmenting exhilaration; impregnating in them an unsurpassable entrenchment of timeless desire, Divinely pacifying even the most infinitesimally disgruntled pore of my visage; with its sky of panoramically rejuvenating freshness, Unbelievably enchanting even the most lackadaisically loitering ingredient of my blood; profoundly embellishing my entire body with its of unending graciousness, Such was the unassailable heaven of my ravishing sensuousness; incessantly spiraling above the skies of unending yearning; perpetually drifting me solely towards the path of sparkling enticement…. 2….. Miraculously instilling uninhibited spurts of ebullient lightening in my pathetically croaking voice; euphorically escalating it to wholesomely melange with a fountain of resplendent goodness, Piquantly adorning my nonchalantly fading lips with a flavor so intransigently regale; that I uncontrollably kissed even the most diminutive iota of rhapsody 510

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cascading freely in the beautiful atmosphere, Magnificently unveiling every bit of asphyxiated emotion brutally trapped in the innermost realms of my conscience; liberating my body into the aisles of celestially gallivanting freedom and far away from the uncouth vagaries of this treacherously manipulative planet, Voraciously tickling each cranny of my miserably disheveled flesh; witnessing me ecstatically bounce way beyond the corridors of gloriously princely imagination, Such was the romantically fiery cistern of my silken sensuousness; aristocratically draping my mercurial form with the jubilant inebriation and patriotism of wonderful rhyme….. 3…. Gorgeously incinerating my brain to fantasize beyond the land of the charmingly extraordinary; unrelentingly delving and exploring the territories of insatiably euphoric wilderness, Magically bestowing my penuriously dwindling aura with an unsurpassable festoon of melody; splendidly healing even the most inexplicably traumatic of my wounds, Compassionately caressing even the most parsimonious trace of frazzled agony round my body; with its winds of unshakably unprecedented belonging, Transiting me into the most astoundingly celestial reverie of my life; fabulously painting each of my dreams with the unending magic of God’s pricelessly proliferating creation, Such was the triumphant river of my spell binding sensuousness; resplendently harnessing every disastrously dithering element of my visage; with a wand of magically burgeoning intoxication and immortal enthrallment…

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BE FANATIC Be fanatic; but solely for your fabulously glorious art; incessantly drowning in its stupendously ingratiating glory; irrespective of what the uncouth society said, Be fanatic; but solely for your philanthropic deeds; indefatigably helping all those tormented whom you encountered in your way; with the inherently blossoming benevolence in your palms, Be fanatic; but solely for your friendship; manifesting it into the most invincible force on this Universe; an unconquerable strength which handsomely mitigated pathetically shivering living kind, Be fanatic; but solely for your fantasy; unrelentingly dreaming in the aisles of uncurbed desire; instilling fireballs of desire in every entity dithering lackadaisically towards hopeless extinction, Be fanatic; but solely for the magnificent beauty you witnessed; entrenching yourself profusely in its royal swirl; disseminating its ravishingly enthralling essence; to each gloomy corner of this Universe, Be fanatic; but solely for the benevolence lingering profoundly in your soul; indefatigably endeavoring your best to metamorphose all lechery on planet earth; once again into a blissful paradise, Be fanatic; but solely for the blood in your veins; the ubiquitously scarlet color of which united you irrefutably with every religion of this world, Be fanatic; but solely for the magnanimous smiles on your rubicund lips; the rhapsodically uninhibited joy; which enlightened disastrously impoverished lives with optimistic rays of hope, Be fanatic; but solely for the enchantingly golden perspiration that dribbled from your body; the scent of supremely satisfying hardwork; proving as a messiah for all those rotting in the land of satanically dilapidated; shortcuts, Be fanatic; but solely for the unfathomably melodious sounds that uttered from your throat; bonding horrifically devastated souls with the unprecedented harmony in your voice, Be fanatic; but solely for the insurmountable fruits of nature you harnessed and cherished; while the manipulative world outside; feasted on sleazy peppermint and whiningly adulterated wine, Be fanatic; but solely for the Herculean fortitude in 512

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your countenance; the unflinching spirit with which you surged forward towards the corridors of prosperity; uplifting your orphaned mates to light a perennial smile to their shattered lives, Be fanatic; but solely for the unfinished aspirations of your parents; at times achieving the most unsurpassably impossible; to let their souls sleep in eternally celestial rest, Be fanatic; but solely for the impeccable child philandering in your bones; relentlessly frolicking in the lap of your sacrosanct mother; far away from the manipulatively diabolical vagaries of this planet; and the greedy licking a pile of worthless notes, Be fanatic; but solely for the incomprehensible power in your wrists; massacring all trace of horrendously stinking evil; forever with your unshakable sword of impregnable righteousness, Be fanatic; but solely for the ultimate passions engulfing each cranny of your diminutive caricature; rising above the astronomical summits of the towering mountains; to shake hands with the perpetually blazing Sun, Be fanatic; but solely for your heart; incarcerating in it the soulmate of your dreams resisting all malice; sharing and propagating with her all the goodness you could have ever perceived; since the time you were born on mother earth, Be fanatic; but solely for your chivalrously advancing footsteps; asking the Almighty to bless you with the magical prowess of transforming each step you tread on; into a paradise for the crumbling world outside, And be fanatic; but solely for your life; ardently desiring to lead a countless more lives in a single lifetime; provided that you soared above the clouds as each day unveiled into an exotic night; affording the same to all fraternity of God’s precious living kind…

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EVERY LIFE IS EMPTY Every night is empty without its resplendent festoon of shimmering stars; paving a path of mysticism through the dreary morbidity all around, Every desert is empty without its majestically glistening carpet of sands; royally rising and falling with the exuberantly blowing winds, Every road is empty without its flurry of boisterously gallivanting traffic; granting new dimensions all the time; to its never ending repertoire of enigmatic curves and turns, Every day is empty without its dynamically flamboyant Sun; bedazzling even the most remotely dilapidated corners of this Universe; with a garland of magnetically golden light, Every throat is empty without its harmonious melody; the captivatingly rhapsodic sound; that catapulted even the most impoverished; to an enchanting entrenchment beyond realms of mesmerizing eternity, Every mountain is empty without its irrefutably towering summits; kissing the clouds unflinchingly as they seductively drifted by; proving an ultimate exemplary to all other diminutive aspects of incarcerated life, Every mind is empty without its unrelenting fountain of enthralling fantasies; relentlessly exploring; discovering; and evolving into a waterfall of stupendous newness; as each instant unveiled, Every cloud is empty without its tantalizing droplets of rain; the unprecedented enthrallment that it spell bindingly bestowed upon this planet; with its profusely heavenly tumblers of water, Every palm is empty without its unfathomable myriad of tingling destiny lines; the magnanimous bifurcations which astoundingly governed; stardom and horrendous pitfalls in a mans life, Every ocean is empty without its ecstatic fish; the voluptuously ravishing elixir that they imparted to the undulating waves; culminating into fireballs of desire before clashing against the scintillating rocks, Every calendar is empty without its meticulous array of dates; the most euphoric depictions of days and weeks; propelling living kind on the path of radiantly blooming prosperity, Every flower is empty without its fabulously gorgeous 514

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fragrance; the scent that handsomely pervaded even through the most heinous webs of uncouth lechery; flooding dwindling souls all across the Universe; with vibrant light, Every forest is empty without its untamed wilderness; the unsurpassable blend of leaf and animal and stream; which weaved cloud covers of unparalleled excitement, Every vein is empty without its scarlet rivulets of blood; the Omnipotent fuel to gush forward with insurmountable fervor in life; the only religion that bonded all human kind, Every oyster is empty without its marvelously shimmering pearls; the incredulously embellished globule which fulminated into vivacious happiness, Every canvas is empty without its vivid splashes of color; inundating the sullen atmosphere around with waves of poignant compassion; suddenly making drab moments of life replete with astoundingly exotic charm, Every conscience is empty without its invincible righteousness; the sacrosanct virtue which made every organism feel as the richest alive; massacring the very essence of blatantly coward lies; from the colossal trajectory of this planet, Every heart is empty without its perpetual beats; the everlasting rhythm which bonded all across boundless earth; in thunderbolts of insatiable passion; alike, And every life is empty without its immortal love; the unconquerable soul mate of its dreams; which was its very reason to dream of an infinite more lives; more importantly in this lifetime; be blissfully breathing and alive…

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LIVE AND LET LIVE Smile philanthropically; and let others smile too; to their ultimate hearts content, Fly uninhibitedly; and let others fly like a prince too; through the majestically bountiful cocoon of crimson clouds, Wink flirtatiously; and let others wink too; through the aisles of unprecedented desire and rhapsodically ardent happiness, Gallop enthusiastically; and let others gallop too; in untamed frenzy through the mystically alluring hills; drowned in golden light of the dazzling firebody of Sun, Donate chivalrously; and let others donate too; with all the goodness assimilated in their magnanimously benevolent souls, Embrace passionately; and let others embrace too; with thunderbolts of ardent yearning; escalating perennially in their impoverished souls, Sing melodiously; and let others sing too; unveiling the most innermost arenas of their enslaved conscience; into ebulliently captivating sound, Dance tantalizingly; and let others dance too; diffusing waves of unrelenting passion in the heart of the romantically philandering midnight, Fantasize intransigently; and let others fantasize too; basking in the glory of unfathomably stupendous beauty around; being perpetually entrenched by the magnificence of this enigmatically alluring Universe, Talk dynamically; and let others talk too; discovering a new found confidence in their voice; the sound lingering in each iota of their blood; to make them feel the most blissful entities alive, Share generously; and let others share too; ubiquitously disseminating the essence of everlasting humanity; to march forward as the strongest civilization; alike, Evolve intriguingly; and let others evolve too; innocuously harnessing each ingenious idea of theirs into; the corridors of a celestial paradise, Bond compassionately; and let others bond too; in threads of invincible harmony and mutual symbiosis; together defending the most mightiest of acrimonious attack on this planet, Walk flamboyantly; and let others walk too; enchantingly leading each day as it unleashed; 516

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persevering with stupendous honesty and fortitude; towards their ultimate mission in life, Philander charismatically; and let other philander too; exploring all the incredulously ravishing beauty on this earth; blossoming each instant into an unbelievable festoon of joyous ecstasy, Romanticize exotically; and let others romanticize too; enlightening their lives as well as that of their fellow mates; with optimistic hope and vivaciously vibrant celebration, Breathe royally; and let others breathe too; exhaling each puff of air; with insurmountable exhilaration to lead a countless more magnetically enriching lives, Love immortally; and let others love too; bonding each heart across the complexion of this gigantic globe; with the impregnable ocean of compassionate empathy, Live like a King; and let others live too; soaring higher than the clouds every unveiling minute of Oligarchic existence; gushing forward like an euphoric whirlwind; as each chapter of joy and pain; unfurled inexplicably in life…

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EVERLASTING BEATS Sinking countless kilometers beneath the rock bottom of my boots; as I witnessed the insurmountably gigantic dinosaur making a final countdown for my bones, Triumphantly bouncing towards a land higher than the summit of paradise; as I achieved the most unprecedented ambition of my life, Freezing ruthlessly to worse than a cold stone; as I heard the overwhelmingly gloomy news; about the ghastly accident of my beloved, Thunderously leaping out of my ardent chest; as I encountered the most fantastically fabulous of my dreams; serendipitously by my side, Escalating like a tumultuously rebellious inferno; when someone rubbed salt on my nascently raw wounds; in the worst of my times, Philandering through the tunnels of insatiably tingling desire; as I romanced with the mate of my dreams; as streaks of electric lightening blazed ferociously in the cosmos, Paralyzing to a frigidly dead bone; as I witnessed gargantuan flocks of unruly mob; torch thousands of innocent alive, Melting like a philanthropically benevolent candle; when the impeccable child caught my hand; calling me father with profound newness lingering in the whites of his eye, Wavering in profuse uncertainty; as I had to choose from amongst my sacrosanct mother and enchanting wife; both of whom I loved incomprehensibly; and alike, Shivering more painstakingly than boundless avalanches of condensed ice; as I viewed my benign fellow mates; being lambasted traumatically from all sides, Slithering in ecstatic frenzy in umpteenth directions; as I immaculately unveiled each ingenious artistry of my bountiful brain, Compassionately fortifying itself like an impregnable fortress; when I unflinchingly marched towards the path of irrefutable truth; with the palms of my fellow comrades; invincibly entwined in mine, Shrinking to fathomless times of its original size; as I heard my name in God’s list of those about to die; when I knew that this was the last time; of seeing my cherished ones alive, 518

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Glistening to a shade more flamboyant than the rising Sun; as I made my parents proud of my conquests; proved it to the entire world outside; that I was equal to each droplet of my divinely mothers milk, Dancing in remorseful solitude; as I knew I had committed the most heinous act of my life; as I knew that it was disparagingly hopeless; to reverse my quota of inadvertently performed misdeeds, Forcefully fulminating to be instantaneously released; as I was imprisoned in the land of traitors; in the corridors of those who sinfully condemned God and priceless humanity, Dying inconspicuously in its rudimentary roots; as I saw the magnanimous entity who gave me birth; being lowered down in her ghastly tomb, And living an infinite lives in a single life; an infinite instants of happiness in a single moment; when it immortally bonded with the ultimate love of its fervently adventurous existence, Was my passionately throbbing heart; unequivocally ensuring that I survived till my last breath as the richest man alive; a richness not able to be manipulated or purchased by any spurious wealth; a richness of its sacredly everlasting beats….

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WHETTING APPETITE FOR LOVE In order to whet appetite for food; all that was required was the tantalizing scent of heavenly corn, In order to whet appetite for the morning; all that was required was; the boisterously bubbly chirp of the melodious cuckoo, In order to whet appetite for beauty; all that was required was; ravishingly seductive breeze; which transited you into an indefinite stupor above the clouds, In order to whet appetite for fantasy; all that was required was; a fabulously gorgeous valley inundated with fireballs of mystical enchantment, In order to whet appetite for farming; all that was required was fathomless acres of ravenously pristine soil; a rhapsodic festoon of clouds deluging the horizons with stupendous mysticism, In order to whet appetite for adventure; all that was required was; boundless kilometers of undulating terrain; the insatiably titillating waves of the poignantly gorgeous ocean, In order to whet appetite for a kiss; all that was required was; celestially divine contours of voluptuous lips; pursing themselves ardently in the heart of the charismatic night, In order to whet appetite for childhood; all that was required was; the irrefutably sacrosanct mother; incredulously igniting the innocuously frolicking child in your monotonously commercial eyes, In order to whet appetite for study; all that was required was; an unparalleled ambition which had nowhere else; but the ingratiatingly mesmerizing corridors of paradise to go, In order to whet appetite for mysticism; all that was required was; an unfathomable myriad of alluring destiny lines; that unveiled tumultuous enigma; at every encounter with pragmatic life, In order to whet appetite for cleanliness; all that was required was; the insurmountably rejuvenating sheet of silken stars; a harmoniously captivating waterfall; handsomely culminating into vivacious froth; after clashing against the wonderful rocks, In order to whet appetite for artistry; all that was required was the innermost catharsis of the majestic 520

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soul; an exuberantly enthralling backdrop of scarlet roses amidst the skies, In order to whet appetite for galloping; all that was required was; an uninterrupted race track stretching into spell binding wilderness; a royal horse compassionately neighing to be set free, In order to whet appetite for mischief; all that was required was a fantastically emulating chimpanzee; bouncing in the aisles of free flowing fantasy and surreptitious foliage, In order to whet appetite for marketing; all that was required was; an insurmountably exciting challenge; a market commensurately disseminated with customers of every fraternity; customers of every kind, In order to whet appetite for romancing; all that was required was; poignant winds of perpetual stillness; a philanthropically commiserating partner of your choice, In order to whet appetite for friendship; all that was required was; a magnanimously sharing conscience; a mate to lean upon symbiotically at all times, In order to whet appetite for war; all that was required was a preposterously treacherous enemy; an unprecedented urge to do or die; for alleviating mankind, And in order to whet appetite for love; all that was required was a turbulently throbbing heart; and its immortal ocean of everlasting beats; which for infinite births kept you breathing with the divine; and supremely alive…

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MORE STRANGER

Truth is sometimes stranger than; the most intriguing of spell binding fiction, Reality is sometimes stranger than; the most unfathomably rhapsodic of fantasy; the dreams that insatiably lingered beyond the untamed realms of imagination, Pragmatism is sometimes more stranger than; the most fascinating scriptures of art; the mesmerizing silhouettes of the incredulous valley, Sunlight is sometimes more stranger than; the charismatic mysticism of the majestic night; the festoon of resplendently twinkling stars which shimmered relentlessly into a world of stupendous enthrallment, Stones are sometimes more stranger than; the brazenly undulating ocean; unfurling into an unprecedented world of enigma; as each wave escalated towards boundlessly blue sky, Alphabets are sometimes more stranger than; melodiously enchanting tunes; perpetually lingering in an ocean of supreme titillation and unbelievable excitement, Sweat is sometimes more stranger than; surreally evoking shadow; royally blending with golden dust; at the onset of mesmerizing twilight, Boredom is sometimes more stranger than; intransigently augmenting reverie; which casts its exotic spell for times beyond eternal eternity, Honesty is sometimes more stranger than; surreptitiously curvaceous lies; astutely eluding and eloping in tunnels of unparalleled mystique, Simplicity is sometimes more stranger than; voluptuously enamoring mascara; inevitably seducing the most sagacious; in webs of uncontrollable desire, Staring is sometimes more stranger than; anecdotes of flirtatious winking; evoking a volcano of uncanny attraction; an electricity between entities; existing even poles apart, Numerals are sometimes more stranger than; insurmountable lines of heavenly poetry; dancing in the aisles of romantic captivation and magnetic desire, Rules are sometimes more stranger than; uninhibited dormitories of astronomical freedom; the 522

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incomprehensibly unrestricted will to do as you like, Candidness is sometimes more stranger than; the opposite poles of two magnets; triggering fireballs of cataclysmic passion in the cosmos; the very instant that they met, Unemployment is sometimes more stranger than; astounding versatility; the unbelievably miraculous prowess of a tangible organism to attempt infinite things at a time, Humility is sometimes more stranger than; the bountifully divine; spawning a whole new chapter of existence; as the winds of desire profusely descended, Maturity is sometimes more stranger than; the innocuously bouncing infant; who discovered resplendently blossoming paradise; at every step he majestically tread, Conventions are sometimes more stranger than; the compassionately gorgeous entrenchment of sizzling romance; desirously uniting two souls as one, And death is sometimes more stranger; than vivaciously flamboyant life; which unfurled each tomorrow with waves of charming bliss; with summits of perpetual happiness….

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MY IMPOVERISHED LIFE A robust framework of tantalizing flesh; for the pertinently hovering mosquito; stealthily eyeing it for his chance of devastating the same, A titillating island of amalgamated mincemeat; for the murderously wandering lethal jawed crocodile, A fascinating chunk of skin for the menacing scorpion; snaring its deadly pincers insidiously towards it; as the Sun transcended well beyond the horizons, A golden raspberry; for the boisterously buzzing humming bee; relishing on its immaculately glowing periphery; to sing and celestially sleep, A sporadically hollow trunk; for the merrily philandering squirrel; finding insurmountable heaven in the hollow caverns of its compassionate nostrils and lips, A ray of optimistic light; for the rampantly loitering worms; crawling into the flamboyantly dynamic apertures of its eye; as ghastly nightfall superceded the heroic day, A source of incessant entertainment; for the painstakingly persevering tortoise; getting a ravishingly splendid reprieve from its tireless spells of boredom and languid despondence, An ingratiatingly juicy fruit; for the ominously slithering python; greedily viewing the charismatic gait with which it transgressed, A delectably crunchy shell; for the preposterously gigantic shark; engulfing its brutal jaws; over its composite conglomerate of mesmerizing flesh and bones, A fountain of spellbindingly fresh blood; for the hideously uncouth bats; who descended like a tumultuously thunderous maelstrom upon its impeccably shimmering demeanor, A delightfully prospective client; for the rustic barber; who basked in the realms of stupendous joy while trimming a mountain of hair and bushy beard; from its humble caricature, An innocent rabbit; for the treacherously murderous criminals; massacring it to infinite bits of minuscule chowder; after ruthlessly evacuating its share of wealth and happiness, An alluringly voluptuous bone; for the barbaric butcher; stuffing his pockets with astronomical 524

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wealth; after trading its indispensable organs of salubrious meat, A revitalizingly fortified biscuit; for the vociferously growling wolf; pouncing on it devilishly; the instant he even ethereally glimpsed at it, A magnificently royal feast; for the diabolical vultures flapping around; enveloping it from all ends; horrendously depraving it of the tiniest iota of blood and vital ingredient, An innocuously compact hill of cheese; for the obnoxiously piquant teethed battalion of mice; relentlessly nibbling on its majestic periphery to reduce it to a corpse; more horrifically distorted than the graves, A monotonously robotic machine; for the satanically manipulative boss; extricating its potential to the unimaginably unprecedented; before dumping it in the gutter like a piece of orphaned shit, An infinitesimal molecule; for the Almighty lord; treating it as he treated every other organism; that he had evolved on the trajectory of this wonderfully fathomless Universe, But an immortal ocean of love solely for your heart; proliferating into an infinite lives with each of its princely beats; every time it had a chance to be born again; was my IMPOVERISHED LIFE…

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HATCHING OPEN The skies hatch open into bountiful sunshine; flamboyantly blazing through every morbidly corner of this fathomless Universe, The waterfalls hatch open into rhapsodically tangy froth; culminating into a whirlpool of tumultuous excitement; after clashing against the royal rocks, The eggs hatch open into mesmerizing fledglings; deluging the serene atmosphere with their indefatigable flurry of impeccable cries, The trees hatch open into celestial fruits; the indispensably tantalizing fodder to sustain; every anecdote of mystical life, The throat hatches open into an unfathomable myriad of sounds; an astounding armory of insinuations; dexterously maneuvering all mankind, The valley’s hatch open into incomprehensible enigma; instilling new found happiness; in the lives of insanely frustrated souls, The gutter hatches open into fetidly smelling stench; abominably disrupting the harmony of the divine winds floating around, The prisons hatch open into abhorrent malice; harboring overwhelming ill will and insidious hatred, The eyes hatch open into profound streams of intricate empathy; unrelentingly seeking for the compassionate mates of their dreams, The flesh hatches into a complete organism; incredulously functioning to God’s every marvelously Omnipotent command, The cow hatches open into sacrosanct pails of milk; tirelessly fortifying exuberant bones to decimate; the tiniest trace of evil from the complexion of this soil, The scalp hatches open into an unsurpassable conglomerate of ravishing hair; whistling and drifting tantalizingly with the ecstatic wind, The bees hatch open into a glorious fountain of stupendously sweet honey; pacifying the fires of condemnable crime; for everlasting times, The pearl hatches open into a paradise of insatiable shine; enriching impoverished entities rotting around; in an entrenchment of beauty and timeless captivation, The lips hatch open into a philanthropic smile; disseminating the essence of immortal humanity; to 526

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those quarters of this globe enveloped with ghastly grime, The devil hatches open into lecherous devastation; sucking blood from innocuous organisms on this planet; only to be pulverized to raw ash by the Omnisciently divine, The spider hatches open into a silvery web; transgressing majestically across its silken strands; like thunderbolts of lightening descending from scarlet sky, The grave hatches open into despondently unfinished desires; dissatisfied souls invidiously trying to get an ominous stranglehold on mankind, The conscience hatches open into irrefutable righteousness; overruling baseless frigidity with perpetual strokes of unconquerable honesty, And the heart hatches opens into boundless love; exploring; discovering; embracing; diffusing its infinite forms all across this princely earth; and in the end becoming an immortal slave of its Godly rhyme….

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LIFE LEADS TO REALIZATION Air leads to exhilaration, Leaves lead to recreation, Sky leads to fascination, Waterfall leads to rejuvenation, Tea leads to reinvigoration, Currency leads to continuation, Sacrifice leads to emancipation, Dance leads to titillation, Music leads to incantation, Enigma leads to innovation, Admiring leads to exultation, Jewels lead to glorification, Dreams lead to pacification, Lies lead to falsification, Vocabulary leads to diction, Shadows lead to mystification, Empathy leads to relation, Unity leads to amalgamation, Hardwork leads to perspiration, Brutality leads to strangulation, Clarity leads to perception, Vitality leads to procreation, Time leads to evolution, Lechery leads to emulation, Overeating leads to eructation, Acceptance leads to acclimatization, War leads to destruction, Hatred leads to desertation, Discipline leads to attention, Solidarity leads to fortification, Benevolence leads to mitigation, Trespassing leads to violation, Monotony leads to manipulation, Racism leads to discrimination, Longing leads to obsession, Desire leads to compulsion, Greed leads to abduction, Belligerence leads to fulmination, Blending leads to culmination, Alternatives lead to cogitation, 528

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Drought leads to starvation, Frenzy leads to fiction, Understanding leads to translation, God leads to creation, Drudgery leads to exhaustion, Stars lead to ramifications, Waves leads to salination, Conscience leads to purification, Rituals lead to ablution, Etiquette's lead to demonstration, Brain leads to complications, Conditions lead to alterations, Discovery leads to exploration, Joy leads to celebration, Balance leads to floatation, Mission leads to repetition, Suffering leads to immolation, Shyness leads to limitation, Prudence leads to introspection, Brooding leads to retrospection, Beauty leads to inspection, Religion leads to partition, Belief leads to escalation, Art leads to undulation, Fantasy leads to sedation, Foresight leads to maturation, Disease leads to innoculation, Greatness leads to personification, Circumstances lead to habituation, Surrender leads to dereliction, Rusticity leads to simplification, Eccentricity leads to aberration, Rebel leads to vindication, Lightening leads to electrocution, Reverence leads to salutation, Diabolism leads to abolition, Wrong leads to decimation, Staring leads to infatuation, Massacre leads to afforestation, Difficulty leads to confusion, Exoticism leads to temptation, Mistrust leads to misinterpretation, Romance leads to fructification, Deceit leads to dramatization, Freezing leads to crystallization, Perseverance leads to inception, Fear leads to trepidation, Insanity leads to hallucinations, 529

Peace leads to distinction, Pertinence leads to indentation, Disaster leads to extinction, Parasites lead to infection, Health leads to complexion, Sagaciousness leads to assimilation, Analysis leads to dimensions, Pompousness leads to pretentions, Poverty leads to deprivation, Discussions lead to suggestions, Boundaries lead to bifurcations, Drinking leads to intoxication, Sensuality leads to sensation, Pragmatism leads to moderation, Lust leads to ignition, Love leads to gratification, Change leads to mutation, Intensity leads to saturation, Sparkle leads to reflection, Delinquency leads to rejection, Trauma leads to migration, Misdemeanor leads to detention, Inaccuracy leads to circumspection, Breath leads to exultation, And life leads to realization…

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EACH LIFE LOVES Each star twinkles, Each rose scents, Each clock ticks, Each cloud drifts, Each arm sweats, Each lip smiles, Each skin bleeds, Each eye winks, Each wind blows, Each wave undulates, Each echo mystifies, Each seed sprouts, Each mother bears, Each pig gobbles, Each fist curls, Each ball rolls, Each icecube melts, Each bird flies, Each cloth sequesters, Each dungeon darkens, Each soul stupefies, Each nightingale mesmerizes, Each tooth chews, Each mosquito bites, Each peacock blossoms, Each lion roars, Each mind dreams, Each organism evolves, Each soldier immortalizes, Each shape signifies, Each battle vindicates, Each nose smells, Each waterfall diffuses, Each path leads, Each summit personifies, Each ideal enlightens, Each ray brightens, Each scorpion stings, Each gutter stinks, Each tongue satiates, 531

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Each flame ignites, Each eraser rubs, Each brick constructs, Each dolphin delights, Each raspberry enthuses, Each acid burns, Each insinuation intrigues, Each leaf withers, Each snake hisses, Each pirate plunders, Each prince rules, Each enigma eludes, Each truth eternalizes, Each emblem patronizes, Each story modernizes, Each whip tyrannizes, Each raconteur soliloquizes, Each shackle traumatizes, Each beat pulsates, Each wine intoxicates, Each beam dazzles, Each sword slashes, Each advertisement beguiles, Each feather tickles, Each fire blazes, Each matchstick incinerates, Each droplet pacifies, Each complication tenses, Each sport recharges, Each whisper reverberates, Each model exposes, Each commodity sells, Each death depresses, Each height impresses, Each relationship harnesses, Each inspiration leads, Each medicine rehabilitates, Each knife cuts, Each noose strangulates, Each tail wags, Each desert simmers, Each farmer ploughs, Each scepter protects, Each conviction delivers, Each ink embosses, Each fish swims, Each frog croaks, Each leech sucks, 533

Each astringent cleans, Each wall defends, Each cream titillates, Each desire mellows, Each romance flowers, Each monster growls, Each lunatic frenzies, Each lover exultates, Each revolution perseveres, Each knot entangles, Each reward astonishes, Each cynosure reveals, Each impersonation cheats, Each coalition unites, Each sharing satisfies, Each yawn isolates, Each poking irritates, Each design synchronizes, Each dimension accurates, Each earthquake devastates, Each misdeed penalizes, Each thorn pierces, Each picture portrays, Each scowl abhors, Each lock incarcerates, Each key unveils, Each bone crunches, Each storm transcends, Each stream gurgles, Each fountain cascades, Each suspense chills, Each grave dooms, Each cuckoo sings, Each butterfly frolicks, Each chameleon changes, Each sadist tortures, Each fist clenches, Each neck rotates, Each bank secures, Each handshake binds, Each repetition emphasizes, Each panther gallops, Each fox manipulates, Each froth tantalizes, Each caricature mocks, Each ride frees, Each hook captures, Each horizon expands, 534

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Each platform resurrects, Each foothold maneuvers, Each sheep bleats, Each fountain cascades, Each icecream cools, Each candle melts, Each rain stimulates, Each bicycle pedals, Each fossil recounts, Each chocolate ravishes, Each dragon snares, Each rat squeaks, Each sponge compresses, Each spring rebounds, Each thumbprint qualifies, Each age teaches, Each situation demands, Each nostalgia yearns, Each caress stirs, Each encouragement revives, Each elastic stretches, Each file stores, Each boundary limits, Each mouth speaks, Each wave ebbs, Each bliss bestows, Each salute respects, Each cancer debilitates, Each loss cripples, Each scenery fascinates, Each sunshine optimizes, Each worm burrows, Each flamingo hibernates, Each crocodile pulverizes, Each voluptuous excites, Each lover sacrifices, Each possessive obsesses, Each support amalgamates, Each ant irritates, Each speck floats, Each politician promises, Each bat suspends, Each rendezvous intimates, Each spontaneity renews, Each marauding destructs, Each fever disorients, Each utopia incantates, Each burglar pilfers, 535

Each bludgeon strikes, Each success inspires, Each imagination transpires, Each cheek blushes, Each greed empties, Each umbrella shelters, Each culture cares, Each smoke smolders, Each film stars, Each lick wets, Each melody enthralls, Each cognition triggers, Each meditation concentrates, Each cat meows, Each volcano erupts, Each tornado entrenches, Each python swallows, Each art expresses, Each word exemplifies, Each balance weighs, Each nerve connects, Each reflection magnifies, Each magnet attracts, Each philanthropism appreciates, Each demon intimidates, Each infant cries, Each balloon bursts, Each beak pecks, Each envious condemns, Each dawn embellishes, Each infection spreads, Each massage recharges, Each host serves, Each tip epitomizes, Each soil cultivates, Each bomb devastates, Each enclosure obfuscates, Each garland felicitates, Each facility facilitates, Each goodness prevails, Each current electrocutes, Each toy plays, Each fairy marvels, Each window overlooks, Each eyeball moistens, Each trendsetter motivates, Each messiah ameliorates, Each pagan violates, 536

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Each mist obscures, Each pain perpetuates, Each humanitarian helps, Each oil greases, Each draught whistles, Each conscience guides, Each monotony exhausts, Each drama evokes, Each karma consecrates, Each religion cares, Each breath lives, Each heart palpitates, Each body relishes, Each existence decides, And each life loves….

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SPIRIT NEVER DIES Artists die; their art never dies, Trees die; their wind never dies, Music dies; its tunes never die, Birds die; its flight never dies, Roses die; their scent never dies, Ocean die; their tanginess never dies, Eyes die; their empathy never dies, Fires die; their passion never dies, Forests die; their mysticism never dies, Clouds die; their enchantment never dies, Moonlight dies; its resplendence never dies, Peacocks die; their dance never dies, Kings die; their royalty never dies, Time dies; its essence never dies, Moments die; their memories never die, Light dies; its horizons never die, Sportsmen die; their euphoria never dies, Humanitarians die; their philanthropism never dies, Lips die; their smiles never die, Kisses die; their intensity never dies, Soldiers die; their bravery never dies, Courtesans die; their seduction never dies, Ink dies; its literature never dies, Idols die; their morals never die, Eagles die; their majesty never dies, Caresses die; their compassion never dies, Echoes die; their enigma never dies, Footsteps die; their path never dies, Saints die; their blessings never die, Storms die; their flamboyance never dies, Cuckoos die; their dawn never dies, Embraces die; their warmth never dies, Beehives die; their sweetness never dies, Shadows die; their incantation never dies, Lightening dies; its exhilaration never dies, Beauty dies; its fragrance never dies, Pioneers die; their conviction never dies, Conjurers die; their magic never dies, Philosophers die; their ideals never die, Waterfalls die; their exuberance never dies, Fantasises die; their excitement never dies, Exemplaries die; their reflection never dies, Explorers die; their expedition never dies, Clocks die; their time never dies, 538

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Muscles die; their ardour never dies, Desires die; their fascination never dies, Relationships die; their intimacy never dies, Fairies die; their innocence never dies, Crops die; their soil never dies, Deeds die; their virtue never dies, Styles die; their grace never dies, Castles die; their grandiloquence never dies, Mothers die; their tenderness never dies, Civilizations die; their rudiments never die, Religion dies; its equality never dies, Palms die; their destiny never dies, Blood dies; its poignancy never dies, Revolution dies; its belligerence never dies, Winks die; their flirtation never dies, Food dies; its taste never dies, Flesh dies; its character never dies, Brain dies; its ideas never die, Squirrel dies; its vivaciousness never dies, Perspiration dies; its perseverance never dies, Fingers die; their signature never dies, Language dies; its expression never dies, Exhibitions die; their masterpieces never die, Exemplifications die; their experiences never die, Gladiators die; their brazenness never dies, Glaciers die; their rejuvenation never dies, Color dies; its vibrancy never dies, Poet dies; his poetry never dies, Messiahs die; their truth never dies, Panthers die; their growl never dies, Awards die; their triumph never dies, Nightingale dies; its melody never dies, Fabric dies; its shelter never dies, Horse dies; its gallop never dies, Caves die; their voluptuousness never dies, Designs die; their harmony never dies, Comrades die; their friendship never dies, Whistles die; their ebullience never dies, Events die; their activity never dies, Species die; their impressions never die, Night dies; its captivation never dies, Mission dies; its optimism never dies, Solitude dies; its contentment never dies, Dolphins die; their animation never dies, Spiders die; their webs never die, Youth dies; its exultation never dies, Entrepreneurs die; their vision never dies, Renaissance dies; its freedom never dies, 539

Lovers die; their love never dies, Heart dies; its beats never die, Body dies; its benevolence never dies, Breath dies; its omnipotence never dies, And life dies; but its spirit never dies…

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LOVE EASES LIFE Fantasy eases reality, Waves ease stress, Clouds ease monotony, Lifeboats ease drowning, Coconuts ease thirst, Trust eases apprehensions, Confidence eases debility, Obsession eases extinction, Belonging eases desertation, Coordination eases manipulation, Solutions ease aberrations, Plantation eases afforestation, Sacrifice eases greed, Assimilation eases ruination, Brotherhood eases enmity, Sunlight eases depression, Salt eases lacklusterness, Fragrance eases boredom, Sponge eases roughness, Herbs ease disease, Enigmas ease pragmatism, Embraces ease professionalism, Smiles ease frustration, Dance eases hypertension, Art eases solitude, Philanthropism eases greed, Innovation eases staleness, Mysticism eases hopelessness, Rainbows ease oblivion, Dwelling eases wandering, Moonshine eases blackness, Caring eases insecurity, Deeds ease aimlessness, Nostalgia eases routine, Sleep eases turmoil, Deodorant eases perspiration, Rain eases drought, Butterflies ease seriousness, Nature eases pompousness, Signals ease traffic jams, Whistles ease fanaticism, Rabbits ease lechery, Friendship eases barriers, Pickles ease tastelessness, 541

Laxatives ease constipation, Faith eases failure, Solidarity eases minority, Communication eases infidelity, Romancing eases dreariness, Flirting eases sonority, Contentment eases poverty, Festivals ease dilapidation, Food eases emaciation, Belief eases trepidation, Children ease decay, Conscience eases misdeeds, Breath eases extinction, Doctors ease suffering, Kangaroos ease sulking, Birds ease stagnation, Chess eases monotony, Kisses ease infertility, Salutes ease cowardice, Enlightenment eases confusion, Woolens ease cold, Water eases toxins, Walking eases muscles, Clocks ease oblivion, Willpower eases obesity, Winking eases seniority, Leading eases introversion, Currency eases survival, Enthusiasm eases dwindling, Foresight eases decimation, Prudence eases stumbling, Possession eases loneliness, Variety eases staleness, Hymns ease atheism, Simplicity eases prejudice, Prayers ease devils, Synchronization eases aimlessness, Regularity eases fiascos, Cleanliness eases parasites, Acceptance eases agony, Hypnotism eases lunatics, Perseverance eases capriciousness, Captions ease length, Interludes ease jailing, Interjections ease drags, Counselling eases addicts, Optimism eases remorse, Ramifications ease morbidity, 542

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Encounters ease isolation, Adoption eases worthlessness, Fun eases age-limits, Divine eases impediments, Mothers ease rigidity, And love eases life….

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ART AND MANIPULATION Art immortalizes, Manipulation wanders in realms of traumatized hell… Art stupefies, Manipulation is a balloon of monotony which augments by the unfurling second… Art mesmerizes, Manipulation rots in dungeons of stagnation… Art fortifies, Manipulation collapses even before it rises from the ground… Art blossoms, Manipulation is a vicious whirlwind which always recoils… Art embraces, Manipulation strangulates beyond realms of suffocation… Art showers, Manipulation salaciously dries every droplet of blood that serenely cascades… Art tantalizes, Manipulation annihilates fantasy from its very roots… Art symbolizes, Manipulation disdainfully infiltrates irrefutable truth… Art innovates, Manipulation puts all dreams to an obnoxious standstill…. Art sings, Manipulation is the origin of all obstreperous abuse… Art harbors, Manipulation ruins the mightiest to raw grains of inconspicuous ash… Art unites, Manipulation profoundly dismantles the crux of blissful humanity….. Art enlightens, Manipulation perpetually fails to break the walls of despair…. Art smiles, Manipulation brutally sucks the tiniest trace of jubilation in life…. Art entices, Manipulation repels even the most horrendous 544

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battalion of mosquitoes…. Art intoxicates, Manipulation buries a man breathing celestially beneath his grave… Art succeeds, Manipulation rots in corridors of gloom even after amassing unfathomable wealth… Art blesses, Manipulation snatches the most cherished people from your life…. Art evolves, Manipulation puts dismal brakes to the captivating spell of newness and excitement…. Art ignites, Manipulation spills profuse nonchalance since the first cry of beautiful life… Art dazzles, Manipulation extinguishes every trace of light basking in the glory of truth; on the trajectory of this boundless planet… Art dedicates, Manipulation insidiously changes color every instant of the day; disappearing brusquely like a deceptive mirage; at the slightest of difficulty…. Art conquers, Manipulation devastates innocuous angels into lecherous parasites… Art fulminates, Manipulation sequesters in horrifically dark vicinities of self imposed doom…. Art epitomizes, Manipulation melts treacherously into the aisles of nothingness as each minute unveils… Art purifies, Manipulation adds dismal stains to the most sacrosanct of mothers milk… Art intrigues, Manipulation satanically massacres your ability to think beyond spurious laws of management… Art perceives, Manipulation is an invidiously sinister game; of one man trying to incessantly overtopple the other… Art personifies, Manipulation slithers miserably on the devils blood coated footsteps… Art frees, Manipulation commences and ends capsized in chains of 545

abominable slavery…. Art reveres, Manipulation is a blatant expletive which emanates from the hedonistic mouth… Art romanticizes, Manipulation extricates every diminutive iota of love trapped compassionately in the veins… Art exultates, Manipulation jeopardizes the very roots of spell binding fantasy… Art teaches, Manipulation evaporates holistic reminisces; to withered leaves never coming to life again… Art unveils, Manipulation chops your wings even before you learn to fly… Art ameliorates, Manipulation exacerbates even non existent pain to the most unprecedented limits… Art defends, Manipulation surrenders even after reaching the absolute zenith of victory… Art challenges, Manipulation trips you into the dungeon of pathetic cowardice for centuries immemorial… Art mingles, Manipulation rips apart the most intimate of friends like obsoletely remote aliens… Art rehabilitates, Manipulation poisons the most congenial seeds of love; to beyond the tenterhooks of extinction…. Art propagates, Manipulation pulverizes pearls of prudent wisdom before they diffuse from the rubicund lips… Art magnifies, Manipulation shrinks the most impregnable of countenance to a stature less than the ants…. Art exemplifies, Manipulation slaughters all power of everlasting rhyme and perspicacious reasoning…. Art imparts, Manipulation terrorizes you to relinquish all beyond what you had ever imbibed…. Art consecrates, Manipulation devastates the most synergistic of relationships to summits of devilish prejudice… Art solves, 546

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Manipulation triggers tumult; transforming every utopia into wholesomely solitary graveyards…. Art charms, Manipulation sardonically relieves you of overwhelmingly poignant spice in life…. Art bestows, Manipulation sucks all benevolence; philanthropically entwined in your soul….. And Art is the very reason I could take birth an infinite times, While O! Almighty Lord; keep manipulation away even from the most decaying framework of my dead bones; each time I left for my heavenly abode….

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ULTIMATE REALITY Fantasy is a milestone, Truth is the ultimate reality…. Whisper is a mesmerizing sedative, Voice of the conscience is the ultimate reality…. Clouds are an ethereal fascination, Sky is the ultimate reality…. Accidents are an evanescent bruise, Death is the ultimate reality….. Stars are titillation of the night, Flaming Sun is the ultimate reality… Photograph is a magnanimous depiction, The living are the ultimate reality… Offsprings keep proliferating in every quarter of the Universe, Sacrosanct mother is the ultimate reality… Bees swarm boisterously all throughout the day, Mesmerizing nightingale is the ultimate reality… Flurry of blatant lies evaporates into wisps of obsolete oblivion, Irrefutable truth is the ultimate reality… Grandiloquent ink depicts marvelous glory, The pages of destiny are the ultimate reality.. Tantalizing globules of sweat captivate the remotest of alien, Persevering hardwork is the ultimate reality…. Seductive flesh is a transient sensation, Charismatic beauty is the ultimate reality… Flirtation melts like frigid beeswax, Friendship is the ultimate reality… Scents wear off as the hours unfurl, Enchanting rose is the ultimate reality… Kites flap gregariously and then descend, Euphoric wind is the ultimate reality… Sharks glide in majestic unison to pulverize their prey, Rhapsodic ocean is the ultimate reality… Religion ironically enthralls with its armory of countless nuances, Philanthropic humanity is the ultimate reality… Moonshine perpetuates through the blanket of ghastly darkness, Marvelously enlightening dawn is the ultimate reality… 548

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Dreams are incarcerating avalanches of ice frenziedly distorting shape, Actions are the ultimate reality.. Teamwork is a stepping stone towards the zenith of success, Trust is the ultimate reality… Panthers growl instills a wave of uncanny fear, Rampant wilderness is the ultimate reality…. Innovation is a streak of dynamic flamboyance, Blessed intelligence is the ultimate reality.. Abuses are temporary fulminations of the mind, The pen of the Almighty Creator is the ultimate reality… Lightening is an inconspicuous spark of electricity in the cosmos, The ocean of darkness is a perpetual reality… Mosquito bite is an infinitesimally pertinent, Compromise with existence is the ultimate reality.. The bars of prison are a hedonistic submission, Interiors of satanic corpse are the ultimate reality.. Mountains buckle down like soggy matchsticks under earthquakes, The summit of conviction is the ultimate reality… Steroids stimulate traces of newfound power, The ramifications of the heart are the ultimate reality… Currency triggers smiles more bombastic than the heavens at times, Wholehearted satisfaction is the ultimate reality… Exemplifications alleviate stress to substantive degrees, Acceptance is the ultimate reality… Fairies dance to give you the most exotic times of your life, The cry of the cuckoo every morning is the ultimate reality…. Glitter of gold lasts only till the last winds of night, The compassionate caress of your mother is the ultimate reality… Silken strands of spidery web thrill beyond the realms of exhaustion, The lethal sting of wholesome extinction is the ultimate reality… Cuddling your baby an infinite times revitalized your dreary senses to the epitome of optimism,

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Each act of benevolence is the ultimate reality… Slithering bare chested on soil impregnated tremors of pleasure, Devotion to the cause of Almighty God is the ultimate reality… Tears are momentary radiations of profound suffering, Sorrow is the ultimate reality… Attraction is a vivid chain of primordial passion, Bondage is the ultimate reality… Skin extinguishes in entirety with advancing years of life, The everlasting soul is the ultimate reality… Royal imagery puts you in trance for cardinal parts of the day, Poetry is the ultimate reality…. Advertising is a baseless spectrum of gimmicks which enthrall, Dedication towards the divine is the ultimate reality… Dwelling harbors you from the diabolical devil, Enigma is the ultimate reality… Frolicking in the meadows rekindles your diminishing energies a trifle, The valley of exultating adventure is the ultimate reality… Wink triggers avalanches of flirtation and naughtiness, Concentration is the ultimate reality… Caress embodies feelings to the most supreme core, Uninhibited sharing is the ultimate reality… Bornfires stupefy as they escalate towards the cosmos, Untamed passion is the ultimate reality… Superstitions are ephemerally efficacious, Omnipresent Lord is the ultimate reality… Business is a rejuvenating parasite adding spice and wealth to life, Art is the ultimate reality…. And infatuation is storm which gradually disappears, Immortal love is the ultimate reality…

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I WAS EXISTING Footsteps were plodding, Shadows were fluttering, Sun was rising, Waves were undulating, Flowers were blossoming, Butterflies were frolicking, Landscapes were shimmering, Eyelids were flashing, Hands were shaking, Royalty was basking, Spindles were weaving, Waterfalls were gushing, Fountains were cascading, Volcanos were fulminating, Leopards were prowling, Sirens were blaring, Rays were streaming, Cyclones were swirling, Sands were glistening, Wrestlers were fighting, Warriors were blazing, Sages were concentrating, Brains were tick-tocking, Stars were radiating, Eyeballs were revolving, Business’s were manipulating, Droplets were trickling, Winds were blowing, Beers were guzzling, Mouths were snoring, Fires were blistering, Sweat was persevering, Pens were writing, Bumble-bees were buzzing, Gold was glittering, Darkness was charming, Ducks were quacking, Goats were bleating, Leaves were rustling, Roses were blooming, Teeth were chattering, Echoes were reverberating, Exhibitionists were revealing, Springs were recoiling, 551

Snakes were hissing, Cartoons were mimicking, Ships were docking, Goldfish were swimming, Doors were creaking, Matchsticks were igniting, Horses were galloping, Cows were munching, Mind was evolving, Energy was dissipating, Nightingale was singing, Friendships were flourishing, Seductress’s were titillating, Soldiers were marching, Giraffes were bouncing, Raindrops were pelting, Pigs were grunting, Sand was slipping, Chains were rattling, Rats were squeaking, Tails were wagging, Bareskins were shivering, Abattoirs were tyrannizing, Days were sweltering, Grasses were tingling, Grasshoppers were hopping, Spiders were spinning, Worms were crawling, Flamingoes were diving, Dustbins were stinking, Seeds were sprouting, Discos were pulsating, Barbers were trimming, Keys were jingling, Lips were smiling, Hours were unveiling, Musicians were humming, Statues were gazing, Bats were sucking, Lions were roaring, Diamonds were scintillating, Dungeons were dooming, Earthquakes were devastating, Dinosaurs were threatening, Scents were stimulating, Artists were sketching, Entrepreneurs were trendsetting, Cats were meowing, 552

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Shoes were trampling, Mosquitoes were stinging, Bombs were exploding, Children were playing, Electricity was flickering, Rainbows were appeasing, Bubbles were bursting, Bullets were ricocheting, Swords were clashing, Slaves were cursing, Glass was shattering, Sharks were pulverizing, Blind were groping, Wolves were howling, Divine were praying, Renegades were plotting, Masks were camouflaging, Diseases were wrenching, Roofs were sequestering, Philanderers were dating, Bandits were looting, Mothers were dedicating, Pompous were falsifying, Lizards were swishing, Ancestors were recounting, Insane were stumbling, Impoverished were starving, Rich were gloating, Air was circulating, Advertisers were gimmicking, Soil was harboring, Butter was greasing, Mirrors were reflecting, Pearls were enticing, Bricks were fortifying, Frogs were croaking, Smoke was polluting, Thunder was scaring, Impersonators were disguising, Glamour was exposing, Sleep was gratifying, Nostalgia was reinvigorating, Bars were imprisoning, Mountains were rejuvenating, Photographs were capturing, Looks were deceiving, Colors were merging, Clouds were mesmerizing, 553

Celebrities were celebrating, Philanthropists were uniting, Politicians were attracting, Terrorists were incinerating, Phones were ringing, Silk was satiating, Solitude was deteriorating, Freedom was levitating, Orphans were remembering, Cowards were sulking, Waiters were serving, Parasites were relishing, Demons were killing, Offsprings were wailing, Strategists were planning, Dead were stinking, Lovers were loving, Souls were hovering, Breath was diffusing, Hearts were palpitating, Cannibals were devouring, And I was existing

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LIFE IS MUSICAL Politicians are overwhelmingly influential, Demons are hideously diabolical, Fish are gorgeously continental, Panthers are savagely cannibal, Flowers are wonderfully natural, Forests are exotically mystical, Manipulative are stringently tyrannical, Earth is intriguingly elliptical, Dreams are tantalizingly surreal, Economy is monotonously fiscal, Artists are esoterically whimsical, Villagers are rustically local, Meditators are profoundly stoical, Priests are devotedly ecclesiastical, Learned are insatiably philosophical, Lecherous are irrevocably clerical, Philanthropists are amiably social, Maelstroms are tumultuously radical, Eyesight is beautifully focal, Soil is ravishingly real, Innovators are stupendously sensational, Summits are panoramically phenomenal, Frustrated are inevitably lackadaisical, Castles are grandiloquently palatial, Rats are an irascible squeal, Relationships are unbelievably special, Ambitions are indispensably consequential, Romance is passionately torrential, Princes are majestically regal, Talents are bountifully integral, Scorpions are acridly lethal, Bloodshed is devastatingly fatal, Survival is essentially fundamental, Lies are living burial, Explorations are innately trial, Nightingales are charismatically rhetorical, Tombs are morosely memorial, Simplicity is intransigently ideal, Mankind is perennially central, Traditions are blissfully primordial, Mushrooms are innocuously congenial, Owls are ominously nocturnal, 555

Blisters are horrendously external, Devils are solely physical, Resemblance’s are amazingly accidental, Rates are vacillatingly quotational, Bad are always optional, Assassins are obliviously cremational, Hatred is shattering interval, Staunchness is inherently rural, Force is ghastly denial, Ambiguity is sleazily dual, Superficiality is supremely facial, Clowns are wholeheartedly jovial, Diffident are indefatigably skeptical, Happiness is celestially floral, Imprisonment is an traumatizing ordeal, Faithfulness is an everlasting moral, Tangible are inevitably mortal, God is perpetually immortal, Unity is timelessly eternal, Addiction is obsessively habitual, Thoughts are royally pictorial, Genes are ostensibly racial, Universe is marvelously total, Time is unavoidably alluvial, Devotion is magnanimously cathedral, Lasers are contemporarily digital, Thrones are glitteringly imperial, Encounters are puristically circumstantial, Grasslands are placidly pastoral, Infidelity is mockingly neonatal, Humanity is irrefutably vital, Blessings are exuberantly instrumental, Adventures are euphorically inspirational, Philanderers are alluringly bilingual, Success is thoroughly motivational, Separation is tragically emotional, Assimilation is incessantly educational, Patriotism is ebulliently national, Peace is divinely international, Goodwill is symbiotically rational, Greedy are disastrously nominal, Indigenous are intrinsically tribal, Jokes are capriciously trivial, Oppressors are brutally satirical, Robots are astoundingly mechanical, Oceans are fantastically tidal, Fairies are impeccably sensual, Earth is incredibly substantial, 556

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Bees are rambunctiously vocal, Cuckoos are austerely punctual, Diseases are cripplingly sabbatical, Bullets are venomously cylindrical, Seductresses are profusely ornamental, Alphabets are harmoniously sequential, Wink is a flirtatious signal, Love is immortally magical, And life is enchantingly musical…

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LIFE OVERRULES DEATH Light overrules pathetic darkness, Happiness overrules morbid sadness, Greenery overrules blistering sands, Optimism overrules lackadaisical diffidence, Conviction overrules decaying weakness, Radiance overrules overwhelming gloom, Boisterousness overrules stingy silence, Fragrance overrules dilapidated stench, Charisma overrules stagnated boredom, Smile overrules ostentatious tears, Goodness overrules diabolically evil, Pioneers overrule manipulatively mundane, Literacy overrules bohemian thumb, Water overrules spurious whisky, Freshness overrules deliberate dwindling, Enigma overrules monotonous lifestyles, Passion overrules opprobrious nonchalance, Flames overrule soggy matchsticks, Alacrity overrules ominous dumbness, Summits overrule lecherous plottings, Adventure overrules abhorrent suicide, Peace overrules satanic hatred, Mysticism overrules chauvinistic ego’s, Tranquility overrules scorching summers, Freedom overrules incarcerated slavery, Art overrules baseless commercialism, Wings overrule tyrannically dictatorial, Immaculate overrule hideously tarnished, Beauty overrules uncouth ugliness, Nostalgia overrules snobbish bossism, Truth overrules blatant lies, Belief overrules sanctimonious superstitions, Exuberance overrules despicable withering, Melody overrules disgruntling cacophony, Unity overrules treacherous bloodshed, Compassion overrules horrendous indifference, Perseverance overrules malicious trickery, Childhood overrules mature melancholy, Dance overrules lackluster sleep, Courage overrules devastating depression, Wind overrules claustrophobic fanaticism, Angels overrule bloodsucking beasts, 558

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Harmony overrules stuttering violence, Ambition overrules aimless staring, Meadows overrule cold-blooded rocks, Time overrules obsolete oblivion, Honey overrules lambasting bitterness, Sun overrules debilitating blackness, Stars overrule gory graveyards, Majestic overrule mundane attitudes, Non-violence overrules indiscriminate massacre, Pearls overrule horrific feces, Oceans overrule parsimoniously stingy, Philanderers overrule austere businessmen, Rainbows overrule deplorable survival, Friendship overrules derogatory self-conceit, Philanthropism overrules savage war, Benevolence overrules abominable condemnation, Enthrallment overrules murderous disdain, Sacrifice overrules innocent slaining, Activity overrules dithering solitude, Patriots overrule devilish traitors, Grass overrules cannibalistic vultures, Sharing overrules pretentious presidents, Mother overrules crippling brutality, Soil overrules sleazy fertilizer, Empathy overrules menacing drudgery, Impeccable overrule acrimonious blemishes, Tanginess overrules orphaned pity, Exhilaration overrules irrevocable stubbornness, Realization overrules faulty penance, Humanity overrules parasitic stardom, Knowledge overrules primordial rituals, Shadows overrule bombastically embellished, Memories overrule false reflections, Whistling overrules clenched frustration, Marching overrules obnoxious contraptions, Swimming overrules pertinent numbness, Speech overrules cheap advertisements, Hope overrules vindictively rusty, Rhetoric overrules nervous stammering, Ideals overrule prognosticated destinies, Snow overrules asphyxiating gas, Consistency overrules flash-of-pan speed, Panaceas overrule miserable disease, Emotions overrule signed documents, Parenthood overrules partying culture, Grip overrules ludicrous slithering, Flirtation overrules insidious adulthood, Whole hearted-Embracing overrules nonchalant prayers, 559

Singing overrules incoherent wails, Conscience overrules sinister judgement, Heart overrules conventional textbooks, Soul overrules unfortunate accidents, Love overrules invidious betrayal, And life overrules the chapter of inevitable death…

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MORTAL TO IMMORTAL A zillionth time I commanded my hands to arduously work; and they still languidly crept under silken carpets of sand; as the Sun majestically blazed from the sky, A zillionth time I commanded my feet to march towards unflinching adventure; and they still tickled the tantalizingly sensuous orchard of fructifying raspberries with their big toes, A zillionth time I commanded my lips to mumble inexhaustible hymns of righteousness; and they still pursed themselves uncompromisingly to indefinitely feast at the romantic moisture of the blowing mists, A zillionth time I commanded my eyes to indefatigably search for newness in the atmosphere; and they still shut themselves into invincible sleep; to celestially fantasize into a land beyond infinite infinity, A zillionth time I commanded my skin to ardently perspire; to nurture the true spirit of existence; and it still intransigently craved for an unstoppably fiery embrace; aimlessly loitering on avalanches of white ice, A zillionth time I commanded my throat to diffuse into endlessly humanitarian melody that would wonderfully mitigate every tyrannized echelon of humanity; and it still unceasingly drowned itself into tawdrily voluptuous rivers of scarlet wine, A zillionth time I commanded my shadow to blissfully mollify the drearily bedraggled traveler; and it still purposelessly sauntered through the inscrutable forests; perennially wanting to bond with limitless compassion, A zillionth time I commanded my blood to peacefully coalesce with the ocean of priceless oneness; and it still tempestuously gushed up and down my veins; like an untamed volcano in the corpses of hell, A zillionth time I commanded my hair to compassionately swirl towards the aisles of ebullient paradise; and they still lackadaisically smothered amidst phlegmatic dry leaves stonily staring towards chocolate brown soil, A zillionth time I commanded my bones to tirelessly surge to 561

miraculously ameliorate the haplessly orphaned; and they still ached and sanctimoniously groaned till the realms of eternity; at the tiniest puff of wind, A zillionth time I commanded my nape to drift towards every of those despairing dwellings which needed me the most; and it still laconically couched beneath a cistern of enthralling pearls; reminiscing the most immaculate moments of its life under their pristine glimmer, A zillionth time I commanded my ears to unendingly listen to the unfathomably royal melody of mother nature; and they still intractably drifted towards the raunchily blaring music of the inarticulate discotheque, A zillionth time I commanded my conscience to impregnate itself with nothing else but peerlessly sparkling truth; and it still sporadically got carried away towards the devastatingly obsolete mist of blatantly decrepit lies, A zillionth time I commanded my belly to gyrate uninhibitedly to the tunes of the unbelievably unhindered nightingale; and it still did nothing else but gluttonously gobbling countless morsels of food in a single minute; before becoming the snore of the fathomless planet outside, A zillionth time I commanded my brain to spell bindingly innovate; and it still immutably delved into moments of my unfettered childhood; the laziness encircling each of my bones; when I snoozing in the lap of my sacrosanct mother, A zillionth time I commanded my skeleton to devote every bit of its entrapped energy to the service of eternally unbreakable mankind; and still it wasted its amazingly Herculean tenacity; into seductively titillating women and wine, A zillionth time I commanded my teeth to incessantly chew for the unfortunately old; and still they irrevocably spent their entire lifetime; masticating such a stolen pedigree of fruit; which in never any birth was ever theirs, A zillionth time I commanded my breath to ignite inimitably passionate fires even in the heart of frigid ice; and it still endlessly flowed without the slightest reason or ostensibly sagacious rhyme, 562

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But before I could ever perceive an ethereal iota or ever dream to authoritatively command; my heart had already commenced to bond its beats with infinite fragments of love; my heart had already commenced to perpetually burgeon with the Omnipotent freshness of creation; my heart had already commenced to metamorphose every mortal into immortal with the power of; OMNIPRESENT FRIENDSHIP…

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LIFE = DEATH Smell each rose that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another rose ever to be born as pristine; and then feel the unconquerably true fragrance descend perpetually down your senses, Clamber each mountain that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another mountain ever to be born as enchanting; and then feel the insuperably unflinching spirit of true adventure catapult you beyond the land of eternal paradise, Overtake each impediment that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another impediment ever to be born as perilously demonic; and then feel the unparalleled waves of true satisfaction celestially descend down your innocuous conscience, Admire each seawave that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another seawave ever to be born as romantically undulating; and then exult in the true euphoria of tangy newness for times immemorial, Absorb each wind that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another wind ever to be born as effulgently vivacious; and then feel unfathomable gorges of sensuously true exhilaration; impregnably enshroud you from all sides, Flirt each nubile maiden that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another maiden ever to be born as tantalizingly inexplicable; and then feel the triumphantly true beads of voluptuous sweat; forever glisten on your blessed flesh, Praise each humanitarian that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another humanitarian ever to be born as symbiotically iridescent; and then feel the spirit of peerlessly true camaraderie unassailably wrap you in the cradle of everlasting togetherness, Eat each salubrious fruit that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another fruit ever to be born as scrumptiously divine; and then feel true heavenly contentment beautifully waft from the walls of your holistic 564

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stomach; as you slept, Stare each star that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another start ever to be born as spectacularly opalescent; and the feel truly optimistic enlightenment profoundly cheer up your every dreary night, Dance with each peacock that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another peacock ever to be born as vividly charismatic; and then feel the true beams of unimaginably victorious color paint the obliviously vacant canvas of your despairing life, Sing each rhythm that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another rhythm ever to be born as seductively mellifluous; and then feel the melody of true existence unlimitedly empower you on your every step, Emulate each child that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another child ever to be born as impeccably unhindered; and then feel the true virtue of irrefutably unconquerable honesty; perpetuate every cranny of your miserably dying demeanor, Dream each night that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another night ever to be born as wonderfully inebriating; and then feel the true cisterns of rapturously silken titillation; endlessly drift you towards paradise, Chase each desire that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another desire ever to be born as philanthropically fructifying; and then feel even the most infinitesimally disappearing ingredient of your wastrel blood; suddenly and truly wanting to live, Embrace each religion that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another religion ever to be born as blissfully bonding; and then feel the greatest of God’s bestow you for your truly unrestricted humanitarian swirl, Embellish each moment that you encountered in you life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another moment ever to be born as synergistically untainted; and then feel the wings of perennial liberation truly kissing the tyrannically monotonous fangs of your existence, Inhale each breath that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another breath ever to be born as poignantly Omnipotent; and 565

then feel the oceans of unceasingly majestic artistry truly exude from every pore of your shriveled persona, Love each heartbeat that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another heartbeat ever to be born as immortally passionate; and then feel like the most pricelessly blessed and truly procreating organism alive; for an infinite more lifetimes,

And lead each day that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another day ever to be born as fragrantly unfettered; and then feel the pain of veritably snatching death; anytime; anywhere; wonderfully equivalent to the chapter of royally burgeoning life…

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NEWNESS Be it in the very first rays of ethereally magnificent dawn; enlightening every cranny of despairingly flagrant blackness with unfathomably unceasing majesty, Be it in the nimble squeaking of the freshly born infant; profoundly enrapturing monotonously usurped existence; with an unprecedented power to forever survive, Be it in the transiently hood-winking beams of the vivaciously uninhibited rainbow; casting their magic on every fretfully beleaguered bone; till times beyond infinite infinity, Be it in the pristinely nascent shoots sprouting from the corrugated branches of the tree; delightfully swaying in insatiable ecstasy with the virile currents of summer wind, Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what tingled every aspect of my existence till even beyond the realms of eternal paradise; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died… 1… Be it in the unrestrictedly artistic lines scrawled on barren canvas; embellishing the chapter of mundanely manipulative survival today; with unceasingly copious rivers of color and vibrant charm, Be it in the infantile trickle of water dribbling painstakingly from the scorched rocks; bounteously perpetuating the sweltering atmosphere around with unbelievably rhapsodic exhilaration, Be it in the faintly rupturing of the outlines of the immaculate egg; blissfully announcing the arrival of unparalleled exuberance; in a world of otherwise preposterously shriveled decay, Be it in the premature formation of pearly white mists in the sky; triggering a ray of tantalizingly unsurpassable hope in one and all alike on bereaved earth; that sensuous rain was soon about to fall, Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what made me feel the most pricelessly insuperable organism alive; 567

O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died… 2…. Be it in the sporadic bouts of laughter of the ebulliently innocuous child; making truculently agonized heart’s all across this boundless Universe; melt and frolic into the meadows of effulgent childhood, Be it in the incoherently optimistic quacking of the fledgling swans; trying to timelessly disseminate the message of egalitarian peace towards endless sky and emollient earth; wonderfully alike, Be it in the inconspicuously sensitive dewdrop on the blade of ravenously enthralling grass; radiating into a beam of perpetually golden righteousness; with the first rays of the Sun, Be it in the intrepidly adventurous wave disappearing wholesomely into the horizons and deep sea; permeating even bit of the gruesomely bedraggled ambience around with celestially tangy happiness, Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what unconquerably fuelled every ingredient of my blood to pump life; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died… 3… Be it in the singular star that regally twinkled in the grotestquely cloudy and foggily obfuscated night; granting glorious reprieve from a countless inadvertently committed sins, Be it in the match-boxed minuscule hutment barren without any quintessential amenity of life; yet with a roof so compassionate; that it sequestered you from the most devastating of storm and rain, Be it in the inarticulately indefatigable buzzing of the bumble bee; spawning into cisterns of invaluably harmonious nectar; a sweetness which no power on this turgid earth could ever transcend or destroy, Be it in the whisper of the fugitively nubile maiden; engendering every pore on the satanically lambasted skin to excitedly stand; even as she extinguished into a valley of nothingness; sooner than she had arrived, Be it in the infinitesimally silken beat of the heart; which arose towards the cosmos for just an instant; 568

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but united the entire estranged Universe in chords of immortal love; before it veritably died, Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what propelled me to procreate countless more of my very own humanitarian kind; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died…

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FROM THE DEVIL’S PERSPECTIVE If you viewed the majestic deserts from the forlornly turgid cloud’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but impoverished beggars rotting in the graveyards of hell since times immemorial, If you viewed innocuous flesh from the treacherously venomous scorpions perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a ludicrously dwindling bait; exhaling its very last plumes of preposterously extinguishing existence, If you viewed pristine eyes from the vindictively vituperative bat’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but uxoriously slavering eggs of vicious infidelity; waiting to be pierced and unsparingly bludgeoned till even beyond the corpses of hell, If you viewed the Omnipotent Sun from the cadaverously sinister night’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a hedonistically menacing barbecue; roasting every conceivable entity into inconspicuously livid ash, If you viewed poignant blood from the delinquently scurrilous parasite’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the most savagely scrumptious meal; ever born on the trajectory of this boundless Universe, If you viewed uninhibited happiness from the haplessly deadened skeleton’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the most spuriously unsolicited idiosyncrasy; squandering without any ostensible reason or rhyme on the lap of soil, If you viewed sagacious literacy from the indiscriminately beheading murderer’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a fecklessly wastrel bug; an unfathomably heinous prison wasting countless hours of the world, If you viewed the divinely mother from the salaciously corrupt politicians perspective; she’d seem to be nothing else; but an inanely squatting and baselessly lascivious spider; which needed to be endlessly squelched under the pretext of delirious ambition and barbarous desire, If you viewed fragrant soil from the tyrannically monotonous builder’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but another bundle of 570

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meaninglessly brown feces; which needed to be ruptured and brutally excoriated to the most unprecedented limits; so that uncouth structures of stone could enlighten the sky, If you viewed the unadulterated infant from the profanely plucking vulture’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an ephemeral speck of morning breakfast; whose eyeball’s needed to be ghastily devoured as dessert; after iconoclastically snapping apart the blood and fledgling bones, If you viewed the regal painting from the hoarsely emaciated beggar’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a wonderful begging bowl; in which could be blissfully accumulated the entire coin- collection of the sweltering day, If you viewed the eternal meadow from the indefatigably crunching dinosaur’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a chunk of soggily slandering cake; disappearing into remorseful nothingness at the tiniest exhalation of breath, If you viewed the enchanting rainbow from the inexhaustibly cold-blooded crocodile’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an unsurpassably appetizing delicacy; that needed to be tirelessly munched till times beyond infinite infinity, If you viewed the spell-binding eyelashes from the truculent butcher’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but a fringe of lifeless hair; that would do astoundingly well to garnish the silhouettes of the red meat just unceremoniously cooked, If you viewed the truthful conscience from the satanically grotesque ghost’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a coffin of raunchily asphyxiating darkness; devastating countless in its gruesomely amorphous swirl, If you viewed the intricately hollow ears from the ballistically stinging spider’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but lifelessly morbid hollows in which could spawn the most gratuitously ribald of silken 571

web, If you viewed perennially burgeoning breath from the lugubriously obsolete grave’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but insurmountably decayed air; which would forever spread cursedly appalling doom, If you viewed limitlessly blessed life from the invidiously torturous death’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but gallows of gorily cumbersome oblivion; which massacred more vociferously than ever before; as each instant unveiled,

And if you viewed immortal love from the unceasingly marauding devil’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the immeasurably insidious valley of betrayal; which snapped the wings of compassionately unequivocal relationship; without the slightest of chance to relent…

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AN INFINITE TIMES BETTER Even the most parsimoniously slavering form of light; is an infinite times better than the endlessly ghoulish mortuary of treacherously asphyxiating darkness, Even the most infinitesimally diminutive form of strength; is an infinite times better than the endless coffins of remorsefully decrepit fear, Even the most inconspicuously ethereal form of water; is an infinite times better than the endlessly crucifying and barbarously sweltering sand of the desert, Even the most nimbly mercurial form of vivaciousness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly ghastly jungles of concretely unemotional monotony, Even the most fugitively nonchalant form of literacy; is an infinite times better than the endlessly dolorous well of ignominiously lambasting unemployment, Even the most inconspicuously disappearing form of happiness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly hopeless dungeon of inexplicably besmirched sadness, Even the most ephemerally silent form of faithfulness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly salacious road to vindictively vituperative betrayal, Even the most inanely tiny form of dwelling; is an infinite times better than the endlessly whiplashed body aimlessly sauntering on boundless kilometers of lackadaisical mud, Even the most moderately stingy form of food; is an infinite times better than the endlessly devastating battlefield of baselessly torturous and brutally incarcerating hunger, Even the most evanescently measly form of fruit; is an infinite times better than the endlessly crucifying gallows of disastrously wretched impotency, Even the most frugally abstemious form of speech; is an infinite times better than the endlessly obsolete mist of acrimoniously orphaned and preposterously wanton dumbness, Even the most transiently small form of selflessness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly 573

prejudiced ghosttown of salaciously parasitic greed, Even the most minutely petite form of compassion; is an infinite times better than the endlessly bereaved icicles of frigidly obfuscated and lugubriously shriveled nothingness, Even the most prematurely microscopic form of artistry; is an infinite times better than the endlessly tyrannized jail of cold-bloodedly massacring and indiscriminately obnoxious debauchery, Even the most truncatedly miniature form of honesty; is an infinite times better than the endlessly horrifying apocalypses of flagrantly sordid lies, Even the most rarely measured forms of humanity; are an infinite times better than the endlessly dogmatic tunnel of rampantly blood-sucking crime, Even the most fadingly teeny forms of wisdom; are an infinite times better than the endlessly unsolicited feces of lecherously wastrel foolishness, Even the most restrictedly Spartan form of love; is an infinite times better than the endlessly pulverizing hell of abhorrently malicious and acridly hedonistic betrayal, Even the most rapidly disappearing form of enchantment; is an infinite times better than the endlessly squelching maelstrom of deliriously pugnacious loneliness, And even the most laconically wrinkled form of life; is an infinite times better than the endlessly scurrilous and torturously exonerating noose of mercilessly demeaning death…

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A WHOLE NEW CHAPTER Every day as you arose at the crackle of mesmerizing dawn; you blossomed into celestial freshness; wholesomely shirking the hideously monstrous monotony of the previous bedraggled day, Every day as you arose at the crackle of blissful dawn; you wholeheartedly smiled the smile of your life; as the Omnipotently golden rays of the Sun smooched you in euphoric entirety, Every day as you arose at the crackle of enchanting dawn; you became oblivious to the treacherously barbarous tyrannies meted upon you; as even the most infinitesimally inane of your senses completely coalesced with the panoramic mists of mother nature, Every day as you arose at the crackle of effulgent dawn; you insatiably urged to defecate your miserably asphyxiated bowels; mollify your bereaved stomach with delectably fresh fruit and sparkling water, Every day as you arose at the crackle of rhapsodic dawn; you devoutly resolved never to repeat your mistakes of the past; astoundingly train every of your delinquent nerve; to perennially surge forward to eternal success, Every day as you arose at the crackle of bountiful dawn; you profoundly reminisced new memories of your majestically uninhibited childhood; when you cared a damn about this manipulative planet; compassionately suckling in the lap of your heavenly mother, Every day as you arose at the crackle of victorious dawn; you chalked out countless distinct strategies to irrefutably vanquish the indiscriminately rampaging devil; inexhaustibly striving for complete freedom of your mind; body and soul, Every day as you arose at the crackle of poignant dawn; you found the intensity of scarlet blood in your veins more profuse than ever; to holistically survive in times that were good as well as diabolically bad, Every day as you arose at the crackle of Omniscient dawn; you felt an inexorable fervor to discover encapsulating every cranny of your 575

persona; alleviating you from the most severest of your wanton depression; into the aisles of timeless proliferation, Every day as you arose at the crackle of emollient dawn; you uninhibitedly danced with passionately enthralling ardor; letting every egregiously trapped staleness of your countenance; freely cascade out as beautifully fragrant sweat, Every day as you arose at the crackle of philanthropic dawn; you found a boundless array of never-before flavors titillate the buds of your disparagingly emaciated tongue, Every day as you arose at the crackle of immaculate dawn; you tirelessly danced the whites and blacks of your emphatically crystalline eyes; to the magically unfurling beams of the pristinely whistling atmosphere, Every day as you arose at the crackle of regale dawn; you flirted with an unfathomable ocean of supreme sensuality; playing hide-n-seek with the evanescently crimson beams of the new-born Sun, Every day as you arose at the crackle of mystical dawn; you unraveled the mortifying introvert in you to the most unprecedented of your capacity; peerlessly blazing in the untamed ardor of intrepidly unflinching life, Every day as you arose at the crackle of jingling dawn; you tread your nimble foot more solidly on earth; more and more invincibly embedding your inimitable rudiments on the landscape of the fathomless globe, Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivacious dawn; you abdicated all your baseless nervousness; scintillated like a true warrior to defend your maliciously usurped and pricelessly venerated motherland, Every day as you arose at the crackle of titillating dawn; you felt every pore of your fecklessly limpid skin; intransigently desirous of being mischievously tickled by the winds of miraculously never-ending procreation, Every day as you arose at the crackle of ecstatic dawn; you felt more closer and closer to your impressions on sacred soil; unrelentingly fantasizing about that moment in which was born your very first ancestor, Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivid dawn; you obeisantly surrendered even the most diminutive of your breath to the 576

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unconquerable illumination of the Sun; letting it weave a whole new chapter of your enrapturing existence, And still some of you had the guts to say that each new day was fretfully boring; each new day had nothing to offer which revolutionary new; each new day brought you closer to your death; each day was just like and nothing but a pathetic facsimile of the very previous day !

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frigidly deadened ash the instant I alighted even a single foot, If there was the devil of lecherously lambasting death in every perceivable gallery of the atmosphere on which I symbiotically floated; heartlessly waiting to incarcerate every element of triumphant happiness in my soul; in the gallows of murderously sinister hell, Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ??? A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d inexhaustibly march forward to wonderfully mitigate every echelon of brutally estranged humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me LIFE or DEATH; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe… 2… If there was the devil of bizarrely bludgeoning death right infront and behind my countenance; mercilessly waiting to horribly crunch me like limp meat; the next time when the pangs of hunger arose in his deliriously threadbare stomach, If there was the devil of tawdrily indiscriminate death right on top and beneath my heart; irrevocably waiting to devastate every of its beats into sleazily obfuscated nothingness; the instant it bonded with the true love of its life, If there was the devil of scurrilously decrepit death at each corner towards the left and right of my diminutive persona; frenetically waiting to demonically slit the soft skin of my throat; to mollify the itching of his uncouthly slandering nails, If there was the devil of egregiously slaining death in every ingredient of the atmosphere which I majestically caressed; inconsolably waiting to roast my delightfully supple skin at the crackle of traumatically usurping midnight, Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would 579

I do shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ??? A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unstoppably march forward to coalesce my soul with the fragrance of perennially proliferating living kind; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me LIFE or DEATH; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe… 3… If there was the devil of vengefully ribald death right infront and behind my chest; flagrantly waiting to extricate the last droplet of scarlet blood from my poignant veins; to take his treacherously routine morning bath, If there was the devil of ghastily stoning death right on top and beneath my feet; gorily wanting to feast his eyes on an infinite elements of my caricature; being ruthlessly excoriated by the unsparingly hideous vultures, If there was the devil of traumatically terrorizing death at each corner towards my left and humble right; raunchily waiting to dissolve me into the coffin of nothingness; everytime I reached the pinnacle of egalitarian bliss, If there was the devil of ignominiously maiming death in every puff of air that I inhaled into the jacket of my quintessential lungs; endlessly waiting to puncture every trifle of my body with a mortuary of infinite blood-stained thorns, Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ??? A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unflinchingly march forward diffusing the essence of live and royally let live to the farthest corner of this Universe; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me LIFE or DEATH; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every 580

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of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe…

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leaf; entrenching the dull; with shades of everlasting green, Every mother having delivered a child is a beautiful mother; continuing the wonderful process of evolution, Every heart imprisoned inside the chest is a beautiful heart; passionately throbbing when struck by an ensemble of emotions, And every entity trespassing through the surface of this earth is a beautiful entity; making the globe a beautiful place to live in; giving rise to the famous and immortal adage; which proudly proclaims that "LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL".

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THE GREATEST SIN Having supremely spell binding eyes was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you were gruesomely blind; unable to see a step further even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having robust complexioned feet was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you couldn't walk even an inch forward; had not the slightest of capacity to run even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having tenaciously knotted fingers projecting from the palm was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you had grave difficulty in hoisting objects; didn’t posses the most minuscule of power to defend yourself even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having dangling earlobes delectably cascading from the periphery of your rubicund cheek was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you couldn’t bear the tiniest of sound; floundered miserably to decipher the intricacy of voice even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having a perfectly throbbing heart palpitating in marvelous synchrony inside your chest was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you just didn’t have the power to love; the virtue to embrace other humans of your kind even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having dual pairs of luscious lips was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you couldn’t speak a single word; abysmally stuttered to convey the most infinitesimal of message to your compatriots even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having ravishing clusters of hair on your scalp was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that God had kept you disdainfully bald; that your head shivered uncontrollably in cold even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having boundless lines on your glowing palm was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your entire life was ruined; your progress had come to an abrupt standstill even after possessing them right since 584

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innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having pompously bulging muscle in your arms was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you were as feeble as a mosquito; couldn’t lift your very own body even after having them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having thousands of voluptuously tantalizing eyelashes extruding from your lids was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your vision was horrendously impaired because of their presence; the world seemed to be an obfuscated blur even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having nails as long as the lanky mountain was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you were unable to make the most diminutive of indentation on soil; simply couldn’t scratch the faintest even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having breath as passionate as sizzling fire was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that there wasn’t enough air in the atmosphere for you to inhale; that you could suffocate to death any minute even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having a bucket of sweat trickling down your armpits was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that it was more satanic than a pool of ghastly blood; incessantly complaining of cold and clammy skin even though you possessed it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having an astonishingly spell binding memory was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that it was your mind that killed you every unleashing second; the brain was the cardinal culprit behind your demise even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having scarlet rivers of blood circulating through your veins was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that there was no life in your nerves; not a trifle of energy left in your demeanor even after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having a salubrious sparkling belly was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your digestive system was diabolically corroded; the conglomerate of curled intestines in your stomach were strangulating you like a festoon of ominous snakes even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, 585

Having a sturdily sculptured nose extruding from your face was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your entire persona was brutally mutilated; the nostrils disgustingly disrupted your flow of harmonious breath even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, Having an insurmountably hard skull was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that it was the main cause for transforming all your philanthropic thoughts to as hard as incorrigible stone even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, And having an enchantingly blossoming life was simply not a sin at all; but leading it listlessly; trudging your way through just for the heck of it without basking in the stupendous glory of the resplendent moonlight even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin....

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I SIMPLY DIDN’T WANT TO WASTE MY TODAY I didn’t remember the color of the shirt I was wearing yesterday; the exact number of buttons adorning its daintily frilled frontal periphery, I didn’t remember the roads which I frequented yesterday; the routes which I had transgressed upon to reach my destination in an absolute jiffy, I didn’t remember the faces I had encountered yesterday; the fascinating flurry of smiles which had so gorgeously made my wretched day, I didn’t remember the food I had eaten yesterday; the stupendous delicacies which had voraciously tickled intricate cavities in my mouth, I didn’t remember the sleazy television serials I had witnessed yesterday; the comic people on small screen which had made me uninhibitedly laugh; conjured me to transit into a satisfied slumber, I didn’t remember the shops that I had passed yesterday; the resplendent festoon of gaudy lights and glow that had stolen fractions of my moistened breath and air, I didn’t remember the time when I dozed yesterday; the number of hours I slept in loud snores and perennial peace, I didn’t remember the flavor of tea I had consumed several times yesterday; the heavenly aroma that had imparted loads of ravishing warmth to my fatigued demeanor, I didn’t remember the flowers which I had smelt yesterday; feasting on the stupendous fragrance that wafted uncontrollably from their robust body, I didn’t remember the unprecedented cavalcade of exotic dreams which I had conceived yesterday; the ingratiating state of tingling excitement that they had wholesomely rendered me in, I didn’t remember the sounds which I had profoundly heard yesterday; the supremely melodious tunes which had taken complete control of my impoverished body and soul, I didn’t remember the countless verses I had embossed yesterday; the spell binding tunes which I had harnessed and composed with my very own thick blood, I didn’t remember the birds who had perched on my window yesterday; the boisterous chirps that had added 587

insurmountable exuberance and ardor to my solitary life, I didn’t remember the birthday celebrations of my wife which had unveiled yesterday; the unfathomable pomp and gaiety that had enveloped my dwelling from each conceivable side as the evening tranquilly descended, I didn’t remember the perfume which I had applied yesterday; the alluring redolence that it had wholesomely besieged me with at ethereal dawn, I didn’t remember the names of the people who had amicably come to meet me yesterday; the marathon hours that I congenially conversed with the same to enlighten my wave of gloomy boredom, I didn’t remember the contemporary planes in which I sat yesterday; the grandiloquently plush interiors; the ornamental glass of ethnic silver in which I had sipped opulently red wine, I didn’t remember the signature I had executed yesterday; the flamboyant strokes I had delectably chiseled with my swanky pen on the face of the crisp chequebook, And I didn’t even remember the unsurpassable adulation; the fleet of prestigious accolades; that I had received yesterday; all the scintillating awards and marvelous trophies that adorned my translucent mantelpiece, For if I remembered my yesterday; drowning myself in the glorious past that had circumvented me relentlessly in the past; then my fingers would automatically refrain to work today, And basking in the glory of yesterday; I simply didn’t want to spoil my fabulously rosy today…

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LIVE LIFE WHOLEHEARTEDLY If you really wanted to laugh; don’t just open your mouth like a goldfish; shying tremendously to show your conglomerate of scintillating teeth, Laugh wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul, and feel the difference instead. If you really wanted to cry; don’t just make of mockery of emphatically poignant tears; apply pools of crocodile water pretentiously on your rubicund cheeks, Cry wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead. If you really wanted to play; don’t just bounce like a timid infant having just opened its eyes into this alien world; bringing in shades of bombastic sophistication in your stride, Play wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead. If you really wanted to sleep; don’t just spuriously place a gruesome eyepatch over your lids; wake up with a jolt at the crack of dawn as the monstrous alarm clock barked stringently into your ears, Sleep wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead. If you really wanted to talk; don’t just whisper surreptitiously under your breath; utter your words in a complete mumble jumble which only you could vaguely comprehend, Talk wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead. If you really wanted to stare; don’t just stand behind the shriveled curtains; furtively viewing the alluring sights which enchantingly unveiled, Stare wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead. If you really wanted to dance; don’t just emulate the movements of celebrities on the big; feel contemptuously embarrassed and sad if you couldn’t gyrate as harmoniously as they did, Dance wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead. If you really wanted to admire somebody; don’t just say that umpteenth number of times to yourself; swooning miserably on the ground everytime you encountered the person of your dreams, Admire wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead. 589

If you really wanted to love; don’t just say "I LOVE YOU"; and run away when the most diminutive of difficulty engulfed you; the acrimonious society estranged you in the whirlpool of rigid convention, Love wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead. If you really wanted to die; don’t just make pompous public announcements about the same everyday; standing tall and domineering over the sleazy microphone; telling the world to wait for the time when you would be leaving for your heavenly abode, Die wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead. And if you really wanted to lead life; don’t just make a nimble effort to slouch from the ground; feeling that beads of fatigue and inexplicable exhaustion were taking their toll on you every second, Live life wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead….

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GIFT CALLED LIFE In order to augment the glory of the crystalline sky; God inundated it with a festoon of enchantingly misty clouds, In order to augment the glory of the lanky tree; God flooded its barren surface with a blanket of fresh green leaves, In order to augment the glory of the fleshy palm; God embellished its surface with a myriad of fascinating lines bifurcated into islands and forks, In order to augment the glory of the plain atmosphere; God deluged its gloomy ambience with sizzling rays of brilliant sunlight, In order to augment the glory of the colossal ocean; God imparted its boundless surface with a cavalcade of ravishingly frosty waves, In order to augment the glory of fecund territories of brown soil; God embodied its surface with a wide fraternity of salubrious crop, In order to augment the glory of the voluptuously fathomless jungles; God placed a battalion of majestic lions on its rustled paths, In order to augment the glory of the towering mountains; God embedded their treacherous slopes with compassionate balls of white snow, In order to augment the glory of the redolently scarlet rose; God granted its demeanor with a seductively exotic scent, In order to augment the glory of the delectably hidden nest; God filled its empty persona with a cluster of stupendously charming and innocuous eggs, In order to augment the glory of the placid night; God blessed its shivering persona with amicably twinkling stars, In order to augment the glory of the gorgeously unsurpassable valley; God lit up its dolorous space with a boisterously pepped up and a stringent echo, In order to augment the glory of the innocuously wandering cow; God imparted it with the prowess of oozing life yielding and sacrosanct milk, In order to augment the glory of cascading rain; God impregnated the cosmos with a spell binding and vivacious rainbow, In order to augment the glory of mammoth stacks of diamonds and gold; God triggered their periphery with a mesmerizing and perennial shine, 591

In order to augment the glory of the blind bat; God granted it with the astounding ability to stick wherever it wanted; to sleep upside down, In order to augment the glory of the blossoming shoots of bountiful grass; God overwhelmed its tips with tantalizingly alluring dewdrops, In order to augment the glory of true love; God gave it the highest priority on his agendas of this unfathomable Universe; granted it the virtue of being supremely immortal, And in order to augment the glory of every human; God swamped his dead body with an armory of passionate heart beats; flooded his dormant lungs with gargantuan bellows of fresh breath; bestowed upon him the most wonderful gift existing on this planet; a gift that we all know today as life….

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IF I HAD CLOSED MY BREATH YESTERDAY If I had cut my fingers yesterday; then how could I hold the scintillating cluster of diamonds strewn abundantly in the fields for me today? If I had mercilessly chopped off my tongue yesterday; then how could I call the names of the ones I cherished the most; the ones who were actually present before my eyes today? If I had given my legs to the preposterously huge shark to swallow yesterday; then how could I reach the summit of the gigantic mountain; which was just inches away from my body today? If I had gruesomely blinded my eyes yesterday; then how could I admire and profoundly relish the mesmerizing sights that unveiled in front of my eyes today? If I had uncouthly extricated my mass of dainty intestines yesterday; then how could I enjoy the appetizing delicacies laid sumptuously on my palate today? If I had ruthlessly smashed my neck yesterday; then how could I hoist it towards the Moon; which was shimmering in perennial bliss today? If I had horrendously punctured both my ears yesterday; then how could I profusely absorb all the enchanting sounds; which splendidly inundated the atmosphere today? If I had apathetically sewed my lips yesterday; then how could I sing ingratiating songs for the person I loved the most today? If I had brutally pulverized all the bones in my ribs yesterday; then how could I thunderously gyrate and swing to the tunes of animated nature today? If I had drilled gaping holes through my armory of teeth yesterday; then how could I chew with unprecedented gusto; the exotic mountain of voluptuous nuts stashed abundantly on my bedside table today? If I had satanically sheared my intricately seductive eyelids yesterday; then how could I enjoy the stupendously cool coat of dewdrops that hung ardently in the atmosphere today? If I had insanely evacuated every droplet of blood from the veins in my body yesterday; then how could I 593

donate it to save the life of my mother; who was struggling for breath; and on the tenterhooks of extinction today? If I had invidiously ripped apart even the last bit of my fingernails yesterday; then how could I scratch at the heavenly chunks of cheese; insatiably caress the titillating couch of fur that engulfed me from all sides today? If I had injected snake poison in my tender brain yesterday; then how could I embrace the astronomical prowess of memory; the spellbinding ocean of imagination that awaited open handed for me today? If I had savagely dried the emphatic cloud of moisture from my jeweled eyeball yesterday; then how could I ooze a river of exuberant tears for my separated ones; who had met me after countless number of decades today? If I had diabolically peeled each pore of my nimble skin yesterday; then how could I accept the color of the entire Universe; uninhibitedly bouncing in my lap today? If I had abruptly stopped my heart from beating yesterday; then how could I worship the person who was irrefutably in love with me today? And If I had strangulated my breath yesterday; forcing my being to relinquish life in utter frustration yesterday; then how could I bask in the glory of the brilliant Sun; which kissed my impoverished doorstep passionately today?

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LEAD LIFE LIKE A MAN Drink like a rabbit, gently lapping at water cascading from white water springs of the mountain, Sleep like a demon, snoring thunderously without even moving a whisker to the most lethal of dynamite explosion, Perspire like a bull, slogging it hard under the steaming rays of the sun, Dance like a peacock, spreading your feathers to a full plumage under exotic outbursts of rain, Smile like a wild chimpanzee, snaring your snow white teeth without being the slightest overwhelmed by your surroundings, Run like kangaroo, traversing the dense foliage of the jungle, taking 10 strides at a time, Scratch like a red ant, resurrecting your destroyed cocoon every next second, Sing like the Nightingale, inundating every barren spot in vicinity with the ecstatic melody in your sound, Cry like a crocodile, shedding tears as gargantuan as the cloud on every area you tread, Sting like a scorpion, piercing supple and innocuous skin with the venomous poison in your fangs, Talk like a parrot, chattering incessantly as misty wisps of air and the aroma of delectable food struck you in entirety, Roar like a lion, waking up every entity sleeping blissfully, with a single growl of yours, Smell like the roots, emanating a voluptuously raw odor, just after the first spells of rain, Stand like an elephant, weathering each storm trying to blow you with enviable ease, Dream like an angel, exploring the most wildest regions around the globe with rampant frenzy, Shiver like a goose, with infinite strands of hair standing up in animation, on the snow, Slaver like a dog, greedily protruding out your tongue panting passionately for water, Bathe like the dolphins, diving acrobatically into the sapphire sea's, with your body engulfed completely by the majestic waves, Chew like a cow, slowly munching your meals with rejuvenated gusto, 595

Scamper around like a squirrel, leaping friskily on the myriad of dangling branch, Fly high like the eagles, flapping your wings exuberantly with the cotton cocoon of clouds gliding past your hair, Kick like a donkey, swinging your legs viciously towards those who tried to disturb your concentration, Lick like a cat, sucking every droplet of milk from the steep edged bowl, Yawn like the hippopotamus, candidly announcing your desire to sleep to even mortals buried in their corpses, Scream like the dinosaur, with a single echo of yours silencing all commotion in this world, Stare like the mammoth whale, making your opponent blink a thousand times, Hear like a fox, detecting the most inconspicuous of sound, coming to know of your adversary, before it actually commenced to attack, Laze around like the tortoise, not bothering to poke out your head even in the most scorching of sunlight, Shine like the stars, punctuating the eerie darkness of the night with your spellbinding glimmer, Burn like fulminating lava, igniting the most lackluster of individual with the ardor in your flames, Dig like the mice, making your burrow in loose mud at lightening speeds, Hide like the reptile, evading all traces of light existing in the Universe, Peck like the woodpecker, chiseling your way through the most obdurate of wooden log, Crawl like the spider, mystically weaving your way across the strands of the flimsy web, Swish like a zebra, moving your tail to wade away the most minuscule of fly buzzing intermittently around your nose, Eat like a pig, greedily gobbling even the tiniest of toffee wrapper loitering on the road, Change color like a chameleon, adapting yourself furtively to virtually any surrounding you go into, Hunt like the vultures, hideously diving down and capsizing your prey, Be wise like the owl, prudently opening your eyes in the dark as well as stringent light, Care like the lioness, protecting your child from the faintest signs of evil lurking around, Enjoy like the otters, having a party of beans and raw 596

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wine well past after midnight, Explore like the panther, mercilessly paving your way through the remotest corner of the forest, Love like God, annihilating the word "discrimination" forever from your adulterated brain, And lead life like a man, wandering and discovering; struggling and romancing, dreaming and working to transform all your dreams; as well as those of several around you into an immortal reality…

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BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE ? You may have washed your hands; cleaning them scrupulously of the most invisible of stain, But what about the blood adhering to your heart; the several innocent whom you had beheaded without any rhyme or reason? You may have eaten stupendously sizzling slices of mutton; masticating the morsels after blending them with handsome salt, But what about the goat mother who bleated incessantly; after losing her only son, the only flesh she had delivered facing the grueling agony of long months? You may have laughed the loudest in the crowd; propagating the same infectiously in pedestrians around you, But what about the old man; who had to trip his footing in a slush of dirty sewage water; in order to cause you to smile? You may have dressed in the most glamorous of coat and trousers; sprinkling your entire demeanor with an ocean of passionate scent, But what about those tyrannized sheep who were left shivering in bizarre cold; after you uncouthly stripped their skins of their natural protection? You may have spoken the most flowery speech on the mike; drawing loads of adulation from all those who were mesmerized by the beautiful essence in the lines, But what about the writer whom you had incarcerated in the dungeons; after stealing his writing to stand tall and domineering? You may have driven in the most contemporary of car; with its golden wheels traversing the meandering lanes of the hill like a galloping panther, But what about the infinite stalks of fresh grass; the innocuous infants wandering around; whom you had trampled indiscriminately in your insatiable march towards victory? You may have drunk cartons full of mineral water; quenching your thirst under the scorching sun of midday, But what about those people reeling under severe drought; whose wells you had emptied to tingle the food in your stomach? 598

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You may have lived for a 100 years; surviving on the most conventional of medicine and steroids, But what about those innocent whom you had slaved; in order to clean every iota of dirt you spat on this earth? And you may have loved; imprisoning every girl you set your eyes on with the power of your wealth, But what about all those billion lives you had assassinated; in order to satisfy each desire of yours?

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IT REALLY DOESN’T MATTER It really doesn’t matter if we kept awake all night; admired the stars till the last beam of moonlight, It really doesn’t matter if we rubbed squalid tomato's on our uniforms; winked at each other in the classroom, It really doesn’t matter if we drove the car at full speeds; forgetting completely to stop at traffic intersections, It really doesn’t matter if we pummeled the walls; screamed at the top of our voices when we actually had to loads of homework, It really doesn’t matter if we hurled eggs at people on the street; blurted a volley of indiscriminate slang at those trying to control us, It really doesn’t matter if we swam on dolphins in the sea; splashing tones of froth on the ships passing by, It really doesn’t matter if we counted the notes wrong; tore the shopping list into pieces before actually purchasing it, It really doesn’t matter if we bathed in pure ice-cream; didn’t wipe our face for hours on the trot, It really doesn’t matter if we stared at the walls; sat lazily swapping flies even in brilliant afternoon, It really doesn’t matter if we shaved of our scalp; danced in a pool of scarlet jelly with the clouds coming in, It really doesn’t matter if we dug the earth; rubbed worms traversing under the soil on our cheeks, It really doesn’t matter if we slapped the postman hard; then tried hard to suppress our giggles as he ran at us full speed; with his stick, It really doesn’t matter if we drank a bottle full of whisky; flirted around dreamily on the busy streets, It really doesn’t matter if we took out our tongues; scowled at our neighbors for not allowing us to play, It really doesn’t matter if we left a battalion of red ant; to roam freely beneath our teachers desk, It really doesn’t matter if we didn’t brush our teeth; ran on the roads with our night clothes on, It really doesn’t matter if we caught crabs on the beach; instead of attending formal parties with our parents, It really doesn’t matter if we didn’t sit for a moment; kept fidgeting around; once in a while sipping cola and food, 600

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It really doesn’t matter if we pinched our sister; teased her as she tried to learn the bicycle, It really doesn’t matter if we set on to conquer Mount Everest; without even equipping ourselves with a single coat, It really doesn’t matter if we ate our breads burnt gruesomely black; wore our shoes without embroidered socks, It really doesn’t matter if we dreamt wildly even in commercial meetings; said "I Love You"; when the man sitting opposite was questioning us about our yearly income tax, It really doesn’t matter if we played pranks with our aunt; presenting her with a balloon that burst into infinite pieces; instead of a chocolate cake on her birthday, It really doesn’t matter if we spoke lies to save our skins; scampered at electric speeds at the mention of studies, It really doesn’t really matter if we didn’t wash our hands; tore apart raw chunks of fruit with our uncivilized teeth, It really doesn’t matter if we didn’t comb our hair; grew a beard as long as the elephants trunk, And it really doesn’t matter if we lived life at ease; basking in the glory of every moment to unleash, As we were so young now; floating on the island of pure ecstasy; and had a thousand tomorrow's left; to really make it matter…

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LIFE SHOULDN’T SLIP AND FLY Let the cars on the roads fly; with the passengers seated inside simply astounded by the exuberance in the breeze hitting them like a rocket from all sides, Let the mountains on earth fly; with their abysmally obscured bottoms; coming eye to eye for the first time in their lives with a dazzling fountain of sunlight, Let the gorgeously cascading waterfalls fly; inundating the exasperatedly gloomy atmosphere with infinite droplets of sparkling water, Let the frogs philandering in fresh farms fly; frisking and bouncing majestically towards silken cocoons of silver sky, Let the statues frozen in mock silence on ground fly; stretch their bones in sheer exhilaration after lying thoroughly dormant for centuries on the trot, Let the eyeballs firmly agglutinated to the sockets fly; casting a glimpse at all the mesmerizing sights of this magnificently fathomless Universe, Let the spiders rotting in dilapidated corners of the castle fly; deluging the overwhelmingly sweltering atmosphere with glistening fountains of their satiny juice, Let the camels trespassing painstakingly through the acrimonious desert fly; enjoying their rendezvous with the glorious clouds to the most unprecedented limits, Let the insurmountably heavy watermelons fly; clashing like the titans with each other when airborne; fulminating into a stream of scarlet juice much to the delight of aliens gallivanting around, Let the swords lying in a pool of ghastly blood fly; head towards a land of celestial peace; relinquishing those horrendous memories of savagely treacherous war, Let the mirrors uncouthly shattered on mud fly; evolving a myriad of ingratiatingly fascinating images whilst their expedition through the voluptuous clouds, Let the elephants loitering assiduously through marshy land fly; have the most fabulous time of their lives; moving faster than the speed of light, Let the roots embedded infinite kilometers beneath the ground fly; rejuvenate in the marvelously stupendous draughts of air; after a torturously marathon time in incarcerated blackness, Let the inexorably fur coated cats fly; meowing with unfathomable delights in blue expanse of sky; greedily 602

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absorbing the milky rays of moonlight, Let the monotonously embodied dwellings fly; metamorphosing the dreams of their occupants into perpetual reality; as they sailed through seductive carpets of profusely poignant breeze, Let the battalion of nimble red ants fly; feeling engulfed with an aura of oligarchic royalty; as the world now lay neatly sandwiched under their diminutive feet, Let the scores of innocuous children fly; be irrefutably closer than any other human being to the sacrosanct grace of the Omnipotent Creator, Let the passionately palpitating heart fly; transgress past the most heinously diabolical barricades; to be in proximity with its immortally divine beloved, And you could make all other things fly O ! LORD; making them transiently experience the absolute time of their lives; but please don’t make life fly, For it is after countless births that we have relished the opportunity of being humans; therefore we want to lead each instant of our existence to the fullest; simply don’t want our lives to slip and fly…….

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INFINITE INFINITY An island which you incessantly dream of; but miserably failed to reach, A height which is so unsurpassable; that each step you clamber; still found you on obdurate chunks of rock bottom ground, A size so astronomically colossal; that is beyond the definitions of any size or veritable proportion, A tunnel so perpetually unending; that perennial blackness engulfed you even if you took birth relentlessly; for countless centuries, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of INFINITE INFINITY….. A wave so mammoth; that rose and handsomely swirled even unimaginable kilometers above the vivacious clouds, A ray so unprecedented; that indefatigably pierced even the most obsolete corner of this Universe with its overwhelmingly stringent light, A shadow so profoundly mystical; that refrained to subside even after the ghastly blanket of profuse darkness; had wholesomely set in, A voice so incredulously echoing; that it kept eluding you unrelentingly as it collided like a fulminating tornado against the cold rocks, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of INFINITE INFINITY….. A book so incomprehensibly long; that you remained on the front page; even after browsing for decades unfathomable, A painting so enigmatically fascinating; that each time you saw it; it metamorphosed into a myriad of fathomless shades, A tree so astoundingly gigantic; that kept blossoming and proliferating into innumerable branches; as each second unfurled, 604

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A storm so cyclonic; which continued even after the entire planet had slept; caressing every object on this globe with passionate cloudbursts of breeze, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of INFINITE INFINITY…..

A mountain with its summit augmenting till times beyond eternity; stretching over the most bizarre point of imagination, A fantasy tumultuously surpassing the realms of unbelievable perception; incorrigibly refraining to quell even after inevitable death, A cloud whispering an unending tale of existence; with majestic streaks of white lightening royally encompassing every tangible and intangible entity in the inferno of its untamed ferocity, A mission impossible for anyone to comprehend even an inconspicuous fraction of; a challenge which even the mightiest of mighty pathetically floundered to accomplish, A song which tirelessly continues to inexplicably haunt every living being; right since the first day of nascent life, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of INFINITE INFINITY…..

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TO THE SERVICE OF MANKIND Just moving your lips up and down doesn’t make any sense; the real art lies in speaking articulately; profoundly impressing upon your point on your hostile adversary, Just shaking your fingers aimlessly in the air doesn’t make any sense; the real art lies in embossing spell binding pieces of literature; captivating the entire nation with the unprecedented depth in your words, Just swishing your legs waywardly in the pools of water doesn’t make any sense; the real art lies in audaciously marching towards the summit of victory; conquering invincible peaks with the colossal strength they posses, Just admiring your reflection spuriously in the transparent mirror doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in pleasing as many individuals as you can; mesmerize people around you with your stupendous beauty and seductive charisma, Just writing books after books sitting in the cloistered interiors of your dwelling doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in propagating your work to as far and distant as you can; sharing the essence of your enchanting fantasy with people who badly needed it, Just perspiring and appreciating your own golden globules of sweat as they trickled down doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in slogging onerously under the mid-day Sun; to enlighten the faces of infinite children who were starving on the streets without their parents, Just sketching boundless shapes of abstract imagination on sprawling sheets of scintillating canvas doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in capturing the ultimate beauty lingering the cosmos; the lifestyles of our century old ancestors; with the pungent bristles of the gaudy paint brush, Just playing incessantly imprisoned within the corridors of the ghastly jail doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in stepping out in brilliant daylight; letting the poignant sunshine filter a mystical path across your dainty eyes; frolicking in glee with the rabbits on the hillside, Just winking your eye to stimulate your own nerves 606

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umpteenth times in a day doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in fomenting kids afflicted with inexplicable disease to have a hearty laugh at your batting eyelid, Just growing a garden of roses in your dingy little kitchen; obfuscated in entirety from the Sun and the world; doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in planting them at every cranny you tread; to spread their supremely mesmerizing fragrance in every house on this planet, Just punching the sandbag suspended tamely from the ceiling doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in battling the evil circumventing this earth; sucking blood from innocent individuals like an venomous parasite, Just fantasizing wildly about beauty all day doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in exploring all tantalizing form created by God on this globe; further assisting his cause in continuing the chapter of existence, Just sleeping for unsurpassable hours on the princely couch doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in sharing it with those who hadn't a roof to sequester their scalps; ensuring that they eventually got a bit of restful slumber, Just remembering your childhood brooding over your present in utter regret doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in walking on the sea shores again like a child; let the mighty waves of the ocean caress you; make you feel as if you were just born, Just letting blood rampantly flow in your veins; swelling in gallons every day as you gobbled food like a glutton; doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in engendering it to flow for the person you revered; disseminating it philanthropically to all those who were wounded; who died every second in absence of it, Just screaming at the top of your lungs standing tall and domineering at the tip of the perilously deep mountain doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in shouting for deprived women; blatantly reveal the atrocities being committed on them; the way the weaker sex was brutally assaulted, Just swimming under the stars; splashing water lavishly around before ultimately sipping it doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in sprinkling each droplet you possessed upon the land and people struck by savage drought, 607

Just throbbing your heart violently in perception of the person you cared doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies in embracing the same in times of supreme exultation as well as morbid distress, And just breathing every hour for times immemorial doesn’t make any sense; the real art lies in deriving the maximum pleasure out of this life; living every instant for the person you loved; dedicating your life to the service of mankind…

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IF YOU REALLY HAD THE URGE TO CLEAN SOMETHING

Don’t waste your time in spuriously washing your clothes; scrubbing the surplus dirt adhering to your fingers for hours on the trot, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. Don’t waste your time in vigorously shampooing your hair; applying sandalwood balm all across your fatigued body, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. Don’t waste your time in evacuating out the last chunk of dirt imprisoned in the house; dismantling the mountain of obnoxious cobwebs suspended solitarily from the ceiling, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. Don’t waste your time in polishing your shoes till they brilliantly shone; commanding the poor slave every instant to annihilate even the faintest trace of your footprints, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. Don’t waste your time in soaking the table covers in stringent antiseptic; brushing your apron for indefatigable weeks to suck the non existent odor, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. Don’t waste your time in consulting the most prominent of skin specialists; gobbling a battalion of potent vitamins to impart your skin with that immortal glow; you kept dreaming off all night and day, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. Don’t waste your time in rubbing your tongue tenaciously with the serrated stick for marathon minutes at dawn; profusely spraying mammoth bottles of scent into the corridors of your mouth, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. Don’t waste your time in sprinkling bucket full of 609

water to make the windows of your house shine; sucking the dainty river of its precious liquid in order to make your dwelling a darling to sight, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. Don’t waste your time in plucking out the filth between your teeth using the most delectable of ivory toothpick; inundating your armpits with tantalizing perfume every time you wanted to impress upon the woman of your dreams, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead. Don’t waste your time in vehemently brushing the roads which led to the temple; licking every step that led to the idol of the Omniscient Creator; for in the first place you'd never be successful; as there was not one path; but irrefutably every lane you tread on; led to the Almighty Lord, And indeed if you really had the urge to please God; clean something; then first and foremost clean your mind, heart and life instead.

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I STILL HAD LIFE

The present moment is the most exciting moment; full of boisterous energy and excitement, The present moment is the most rejuvenating moment; with animated incidents unveiling right before your blissful sight, The present moment is the most exotic moment; with the newness all around freshly unfurling for one to wholesomely enjoy, The present moment is the most young moment; with the heart palpitating to its fullest capacity in the glory of untamed passion, The present moment is the most fabulously fantastic moment; with the world in motion beside propelling you to sweat in silver globules of liquid under the sweltering Sun, The present moment is the most relishing moment; with the fruits of nature instantaneously falling in your celestial lap, The present moment is the most uncanny moment; with a string of unexpected anecdotes inevitably unleashing in your path to the top, The present moment is the most divinely moment; with the mind lost in realms of voluptuously surreal fantasy, The present moment is the most pragmatic moment; with a compendium of sagacious decisions adding a supremely new cheer to dolorous life, The present moment is the most volatile moment; with each action culminating into an ocean of bountiful ramifications, The present moment is the most vociferous moment; with umpteenth number of sounds deluging the morbid ambience from all sides, The present moment is the most talented moment; with blessed entities from all round the Universe using their brains to profusely insurmountable capacity, The present moment is the most active moment; with tons of exhilarated breath descending down in vivacious tandem, The present moment is the most versatile moment; with a myriad of actions being executed in a festoon of mystical patterns all around the boundless cosmos, The present moment is the most poignant moment; with a 611

varied conglomerate of compassionate emotions pouring in different forms; in different streets, The present moment is the most innocuous moment; when you tread on the moist soil with nimble caress and intricate grace, The present moment is the most spell binding moment; greeting you with an entire cloud of wonderfully ravishing surprises, The present moment is the most testing moment; which gauges your skill to exist amongst a pack of hostile wolves and philanthropically survive, And for me the present moment is the most richest moment; for although I didn’t have exorbitant dungeons replete with gold and silver in my dwelling; I still was breathing; I still had my Creator; I still had my Mother; I still had my beloved; and more importantly than anything; I STILL HAD PRECIOUS TRACES OF GOD GIFTED LIFE…..

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WHAT MADE YOU EVER THINK

What made you ever think; that you could exult in the exotic night; without slogging it out under the sweltering sun of the afternoon? What made you ever think; that you could leap to the summit of Everest, without even being able to crawl on the ground? What made you ever think; that you could gulp gallons of intoxicating wine, without even tasting colorless water? What made you ever think; that you could start singing like the magnificent orchestra, when infact you had stupendous difficulty even to talk? What made you ever think; that you could swim in the choppy sea, without even knowing how to float in the placid pool of water? What made you ever think; that you could write infinite lines of literature; without even being able to spell primitive words? What made you ever think; that you could become the supreme president; without even being able to execute clerical work? What made you ever think; that you could break the gargantuan brick with a single punch of yours; when infact you didn’t even possess the power to kill an inconspicuous mosquito? What made you ever think; that you could fly the huge aircraft; without even knowing how to balance a tricycle? What made you ever think; that you could converse articulately for hours on the trot, when infact you miserably floundered even to utter a single word? What made you ever think; that you could stand barechested on the freezing iceberg; when infact you shivered incessantly even in the slightest draught of wind? What made you ever think; that you could see behind solid walls; when infact you didn’t even possess the capacity of recognizing magnified objects infront 613

of your eyes? What made you ever think; that you could walk on the tight rope with a mask camouflaging your face; when infact you couldn’t even maintain your balance on the most strongest of ground? What made you ever think; that you could sketch the mesmerizing Mona Lisa; when infact you always held the pencil upside down? What made you ever think; that you could design an incredulous robot; when infact you mistook every chunk of wood for sparks of electricity? What made you ever think; that you could emulate the royal prince; when infact you couldn’t even hold the spoon properly in your hands? What made you ever think; that you could be the Creator; when infact you didn’t even remember your own birth date ? What made you ever think; that you could romance for times immemorial; when infact you didn’t even know the first alphabet of Love? And what on earth made you ever think; that you could grow old and die tomorrow; when infact you didn’t even have the slightest of tenacity; crumbled like a pack of soggy cards every unfurling minute today?

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I LIVE BECAUSE I dream, because each corner of my surreally inexplicable mind; dictates, I write, because infinite muscles in my irascibly wandering hand; dictate, I sleep; because boundless bones in my profoundly exhausted dreary body; dictate, I shout, because tumultuously insatiable urges in the inner most realms of my throat; dictate, I gallop; because irascibly proliferating tendencies in the spongy muscle of my legs; dictate, I smile; because gregariously amicable virtues inevitably besieging my rubicund pair of lips; dictate, I cry; because the overwhelmingly morbid sorrow in my eyes; dictates, I snore; because the incomprehensibly celestial corridors of invincible sleep; dictates, I drink; because inexorably scorched and diminishing boundaries of my burnt body; dictates, I bathe; because incorrigibly squalid cocoons of dust on my countenance; dictates, I wink; because irrevocably flirtatious attributes in my eyeball; dictates, I yawn; because the indefatigably fatigued skeleton of my surrendered body; dictates, I fight; because the cloud of intrepid belligerence engulfing my boisterous demeanor; dictates, I fidget; because pertinently iterative fervor unrelentingly dissipating in my blood; dictates, I study; because an irrefutably everlasting desire to be the best in the professional world; dictates, I whistle; because insatiable tunnels of fathomless euphoria in my nerves; dictate, I play; because the child perpetually buoyant and alive in my impeccable senses; dictates, I lie; because inevitably salacious manipulation on the trajectory of this planet; dictates, I breathe; because the miserably imprisoned lungs beneath my chest; dictate, I desire; because the passionately throbbing beats of my ardently romantic heart; dictate, And I live; because the love of my life; the love that 615

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CLICK It was flashes which made the eyes click; impart them with the profusely flirtatious rejuvenation to lead life, It was a smile which made the lips click; portray their voluptuously mesmerizing beauty to the planet outside, It was raw muscle which made the bones click; impregnating their persona with the invincible tenacity to surge forward in life, It was ravishing food which made the stomach click; impart it with the heavenly rejuvenation to rise up to the most intransigent occasion of existence, It was relentlessly escalating fantasy which made the mind click; propelling it to insatiably venture into enigmatic arenas never explored before, It was enchantingly melodious sounds which made the ears click; instilled in them the inexorable ardor to hear and decipher beyond the pragmatically ordinary, It was an overwhelmingly poignant river of blood which made the veins click; indefatigably instigate the body to conquer and conjure new heights, It was the profoundly disseminated labyrinth of lines on the palms which made destiny click; triggered an unfathomable ocean of anecdotes to unveil in life; which one couldn’t have conceived even in the wildest of his dreams, It was the essence of irrefutable empathy which made a relationship click; granted it that impregnable solidarity to withstand the most disastrous of times, It was profusely tantalizing saliva which made the throat click; perpetuate it to fulminate into a valley of authoritatively domineering sounds, It was ingeniously insurmountable memory which made the brain click; unleash itself with astronomical confidence in every sphere of existence, It was a volcano of vivaciously blended emotions which made the conscience click; irrevocably listen to its voice of righteousness; and march forward without the slightest of respite, 617

It was the thoroughly reinvigorating fragrance of the lotus which made the nostrils click; inhale incessantly to explore even the most minuscule organism of God's fascinating creation, It was exhilarating bouts of euphoric speed which made the legs click; gallop like an untamed panther through the boundless forests in stupendous ecstasy, It was the Omnipotent Creator's will that made lovers living continents apart click; break the most diabolically treacherous barricades that came their way, It was countless hours with the innocuously impeccable children which made nostalgia click; grant a man slithering miserably beside his grave; the status of being young once again, It was an everlasting rhythm of passionately palpitating beats which made the heart click; throb till times immemorial for the entity it solely admired on this Universe, And it was love that made life click; make it the most beautiful gift not only on this planet; but also unendingly fathomless kilometers beyond sky…..

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IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU

You might have forever taken away all your clothes from my dwelling; savagely hurling me away like a piece of infinitesimally abhorrent shit, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those majestic memories; in which we timelessly stared at each other under the resplendently beaming light; of the full Moon…. You might have forever taken away all your ornaments from my dwelling; nonchalantly spitting upon my tumultuously impoverished demeanor, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those princely memories; in which we romantically philandered in the fields of compassionate corn; mischievously blending our rampantly strewn hair with harmonious straw…. You might have forever taken away all your cars away from my dwelling; uncouthly leaving your unfathomable battalion of hunter dogs; to take care of my uncontrollably trembling countenance, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those heavenly memories; in which we voluptuously kissed each other on the sensuous lip; as the Sun faded wholesomely beyond the inscrutable horizons….. You might have forever taken away all your wines away from my dwelling; satanically spewing all abuse abominably lingering on this colossal planet; even upon the most immaculately righteous of my stride, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those resplendently replenishing memories; in which we spent many a marathon hours together; frantically exploring the unsurpassably ravishing charisma in our skins….. You might have forever taken away all your electronic paraphernalia from my dwelling; ruthlessly kicking me on the bizarrely dilapidated streets to beg; after indiscriminately severing my hands and feet, But it was irrefutably impossible for your to take away all those impeccable memories; in which we innocently feasted upon Nature’s profoundly glamorous beauty at the crack of ephemerally enlightening dawn….. You might have forever taken away all your currency 619

coins from my dwelling; barbarically commanding the bulldozers of diabolical hatred to squelch me to the very last bone of my disappearing spine, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those bountiful memories; in which we patriotically united as a single spirit; to philanthropically serve all tyrannically bereaved mankind; for times immemorial…. You might have forever taken away all your glittering trophies from my dwelling; ignominiously castigating and stripping me in the front of the entire Universe; for ostensibly no fault of mine, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those Omnipotent memories; in which we seductively gyrated our shivering bodies; under tantalizingly cocktail cover of the exotic night…… You might have forever taken away all your breath away from my dwelling; salaciously ensuring that an unsurpassable dungeon of sinister scorpion; crawled invidiously on my skin for countless more decades yet to unveil, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those mesmerizing memories; in which we had impregnably pledged to the Almighty Lord; to solely exist for each other….. And you might have forever taken away all your love from my dwelling; commanding your vindictively vicious fleet of relentless vultures; to intransigently suck the last droplet of blood from my nimble visage, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those charismatically wonderful memories; in which we had given our hearts to each other the very first time we met; embarking on an exhilarating expedition of humanitarian togetherness….

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WHAT IS THE NEED OF ??? What is the need of spuriously artificial bulb light; when we have the natural light of the majestically fulminating and Omnipotent Sun; ubiquitously disseminating perpetual rays of hope in every dwelling besieged with horrendous despair ? What is the need of capriciously artificial cologne scent; when we have the natural cocoon of vibrantly blossoming roses in the field; timelessly placating tumultuously aggrieved nerves with the magic of fragrant togetherness ? What is the need of bombastically inflated air-conditioner; when we have the natural draughts of exuberant breeze; enchantingly blowing to pave a pathway of rhapsodic ebullience; even in the most devastated of lives ? What is the need of manipulatively blended factory made sweetness; when we have unfathomable tons of natural honey delectably oozing from the grandiloquently rambunctious hives; infiltrating each beleaguered life with; astronomically priceless sweetness ? What is the need of vindictively bottled and artificial spices; when we have indefatigable fields of piquant chili; the natural waves of the gigantic ocean; profoundly perpetuating each despicably shattered life; with the poignant elixir to exotically survive ? What is the need of sleazily scintillating artificial jewelry; when we have the marvelously royal oyster; bountifully culminating into a forest of ingratiatingly euphoric pearls; enlightening every dreary heart and the gory retribution of the night; with milky innocence; alike ? What is the need of the diabolically looming fortresses of mortal and obdurately insensitive steel; when we have the natural entrenchments of perennial mankind; compassionately sequestering even the most tyrannically penurious; in its handsomely sacrosanct belly ? What is the need of insidiously gaudy color towering on each road; when we have the vivaciously natural rainbow shimmering enthrallingly in fathomless bits of 621

sky; enlightening the life of all those miserably shattered; with beams of astounding dexterity ? What is the need of seductively raunchy and pathetically lewd films; when we have the naturally tantalizing carpet of crimson clouds floating in the sky; gorgeously titillating even the most remotely sweltering cranny of this Universe; with thunderbolts of fascinating rain ? What is the need of lethally venomous guns and an anarchic arcade of treacherous bombs; when we have the regally natural blanket of home soil; patriotically blazing in impregnably triumphant glory; above even the most diabolically infidel of traitors ? What is the need of lecherously tainted and ludicrously mechanized cloth; when we have impeccably natural fields of sprawling cotton; chivalrously shielding every orphaned and rich alike; in the heavenly enclosure of its immaculate warmth ? What is the need of bizarrely lugubrious and artificially made somber coffins; when we have the naturally celestial trenches of mud; to harbor and eternally rest the departed mind; body and soul ? What is the need of nonchalantly dolorous strips of trademarked sunglass; when we have the pricelessly natural fold of sensuous lids blissfully encapsulating the drearily exhausted eyeball; imparting it with heavenly rejuvenation; even under the most acrimoniously belligerent fireball of Sun ? What is the need of baselessly opulent distilled water geysers; when we have the exuberantly natural cascades of the sparkling waterfalls to bathe under; profoundly reinvigorate even the most morbidly deadened arena of the crumbling skin ? What is the need of preposterously bludgeoning beats of the meaningless discotheque; when we have the naturally melodious and divinely cadence of the nightingale supremely appease; even the most veritably extinguishing organs of our body ? What is the need of dastardly computers invidiously flashing axioms of truth; when we have the innocuous wails of the freshly born infant; irrefutably proclaiming the cosmos of unassailable righteousness every unfurling minute of the day ? What is the need of nonchalantly lackadaisical tantras; mantras; and religious fanaticism; when we have the Omnisciently Natural blessings of the Almighty Lord; to give us the unprecedented tenacity; of victoriously transcending over the most 622

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horrifically hostile; of path ? What is the need of worthlessly puffed up cylinders of artificial oxygen; when we have the Omnipresently natural cisterns of unsurpassably unending air all around; miraculously pacifying even the most gorily dying jacket of lungs ? And what is the need of insipidly bulky pacemakers incessantly trying to revive the beats of the vanishing heart; when we have the immortally natural paradise of unconquerable love; not only ensuring that the heart stayed young forever; but perpetually sought love and was wonderfully alive ???

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GIVE ME PERPETUAL DEATH INSTEAD Give me perpetual ugliness instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the ungainly prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others unfurled into a festoon of ravishingly tantalizing beauty and panoramic forms, Give me perpetual dumbness instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the disastrous prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others sang in their enchantingly melodious voice, Give me perpetual blindness instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the murderous prowess; of never being to enjoy; when others unrelentingly admired the stupendously aristocratic beauty; on the carpet of this gregariously vibrant Universe, Give me perpetual starvation instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the diabolical prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others titillated their taste buds; with the most sumptuously delectable fruits of this; blissfully fragrant earth, Give me perpetual imprisonment instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the penalizing prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others euphorically gallivanted in the aisles of unprecedented freedom and ravishing enthrallment, Give me perpetual tears instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the tyrannical prowess; of never being able to enjoy; when others ebulliently danced in the corridors of everlastingly unending happiness, Give me perpetual boredom instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the brutal prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others ecstatically unveiled into a fountain of newness with unleashing second of the day; eternally reaching out for their ambitions, Give me perpetual prejudice instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the ghastly prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others compassionately exist in united fireballs of unflinching solidarity; even under the most acrimonious rays of the Sun, 624

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Give me perpetual agony instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the dastardly prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others harmoniously existed for infinite more births yet to come; under a heavenly cistern of tranquil contentment, Give me perpetual manipulation instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the horrific prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others innocuously poured out their holistic souls; to Omnipotently spread the charisma of unconquerable togetherness, Give me perpetual poverty instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the disdainful prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others basked in the glory of their magnanimously philanthropic richness; the ultimate splendor of humanity profusely enveloping their benign souls, Give me perpetual condemnation instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the gory prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others escalated to the pinnacle of glorious success; kissed the scintillating goals they had dreamt of; since the very first breath that they inhaled, Give me perpetual insanity instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the venomous prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others bountifully fantasized beyond the splendidly extraordinary; metamorphosed the complexion of this planet with their innovative intrigue, Give me perpetual infertility O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the preposterous prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others majestically proliferated God’s most eternally invincible chapter of creation; with their very own crimson blood and breath, Give me perpetual betrayal O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the remorseful prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others unassailably embraced their divine beloved; beautifully succumbing to the most wonderfully Omniscient gift on this planet called; love, Give me perpetual weakness instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the lecherous prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others patriotically blazed towards an impregnable triumph; for their sacrosanct motherland, Give me perpetual lies instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the savage prowess; of 625

not being able to enjoy; when others irrefutably embedded the Omnipresent blessing of truth deep into their innocent conscience; became impeccable harbingers of humanity, Give me perpetual misery instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the ruthless prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others gloriously gallivanted on their trail towards; the most priceless religion of humanity, Give me perpetual dilapidation instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the satanic prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others unfurled into a paradise of ingratiating freshness; with every sprouting ray of the divine Sun, And give me perpetual death instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t curse me ever with the vindictive prowess; of not being able to enjoy; when others marvelously evolved into royal blood; bone and sparkling life; adding fresh breaths of air to countless more optimistic tomorrows….

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WHERE THERE IS NO LOVE Where there is no honesty; there is simply not an infinitesimal iota of prosperity; with even the most mightiest of civilizations; disdainfully squelching like a pack of frigid cards; to have a taste of forlornly threadbare dust, Where there is no compassion; there is simply not a capricious whisker of solidarity; with the most formidably invincible of organisms; sinking infinite feet beneath their sordidly ghastly graves, Where there is no faith; there is simply not a dolorously minuscule fraction of strength; with even the most unfathomably unconquerable army of scintillating patriots; obnoxiously pulverized to the last bone of their worthless spine, Where there is no commitment; there is simply not a remote insinuation of success; with even the most fathomlessly rich and bountifully abundant; ludicrously abnegating every iota of their spurious wealth, Where there is no simplicity; there is simply not a diminutive inch of bloom; with even the most fragrantly robust of humans; murderously prying for each other’s throats, Where there is no freedom; there is simply not an inconspicuously infidel centimeter of growth; with even the most vivaciously bouncing living beings miserably sweating in premature cacophony; towards their morbidly demonic graveyards, Where there is no innocence; there is simply not an obscurely orphaned chunk of artistry; with even the most eclectically talented of individuals; horrendously rotting in realms of ghastly manipulation; for centuries unprecedented, Where there is no color; there is simply not an parsimoniously obfuscated haze of beauty; with even the most panoramically vivid sceneries; haplessly extinguishing into the dormitories of gruesomely obsolete wilderness, Where there is no ardor; there is simply not a whimsically tiny speck of ambition; with even the most flamboyantly dynamic fortresses of power; blowing into ridiculous nothingness at a stray mouthful of nimble wind, Where there is no closeness; there is not a pallidly mercurial space of shelter; with even the most 627

boundlessly gigantic and grandiloquent of castles; uncouthly freezing you to; grotesque carcasses beyond recognition, Where there is no will; there is simply not an inordinately tiny bit of enthusiasm; with even the most overwhelmingly dazzling beams of dynamism; lividly coalescing with the gory waters of the treacherous gutters, Where there is no mankind; there is simply not a meaninglessly little vial of divinity; with even the most fervently praying fickle minded devotees; being austerely penalized at every step that they trespassed, Where there is no newness; there is simply not a pathetically neglected hint of evolution; with even the most prolifically proliferating organisms; despondently stagnating in brutal dungeons of despairingly nonchalant misery, Where there is no patriotism; there is simply not a whimsically insensitive impression of triumph; with even the most indomitably well equipped of soldiers; inevitably shaking hands with preposterously laughable defeat, Where there is no melody; there is simply not a decipherably stingy blade of sweetness; with the most exhilaratingly entertaining of idols; diabolically failing to impress even the fleeting shadows scattered scraggily around, Where there is no spirit; there is simply not an ungainly obscured trace of charisma; with even the most inherently inborn of magnetic personalities; savagely evaporating into lackadaisically lackluster wisps of smoke, Where there is no transparency; there is simply not a baselessly non-existent tip of conscience; with even the most unfathomably impregnable of living beings; eventually crucifying themselves under a tornado of guilt and salacious lies, Where there is no yearning; there is simply not a remotely abominable puff of breath; with even the most indefatigably inhaling nostrils; being ruthlessly asphyxiated into dormitories; of barbarically strangulated submission, And where there is no love; there is simply not a worthlessly negligible wind of life; with even the most passionately palpitating and perpetual beats of the heart; demonically incarcerating you in the prison 628

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of viciously vindictive dullness and death….

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LIFE IS NOT A FEATURE FILM Life is not just a bombastically fancy pancake; which you can gobble in single ecstatic gulp; and then thunderously snore for times immemorial, Life is not just a sleazily grandiloquent four poster bed; on which you could languish in the aisles of unprecedented desire; and then shut your eyes in perpetual oblivion to the extraneous world, Life is not just a capriciously philandering wind; with which you could merrily flirt all day; and then dream about in the island of nothingness for infinite more births yet to unveil, Life is not just a dangerously fickle minded dream; by which you titillated yourself to the epitome of voluptuous seduction momentarily; and then transited into a lugubriously unfruitful reverie; till the last breath decided to stay in your countenance, Life is each day that has to be perseveringly fought and lived; life is holistic dormitory of veritable truth and reality; life is immortally priceless; O! yes LIFE IS NOT JUST A FEATURE FILM…. 1…. Life is not just a frigidly romantic cloud; which made you transiently romance behind the sun soaked hills; and then you decided to completely quit, Life is not just a spuriously scintillating chunk of ice; which you ephemerally suckled to flood your entire persona with delight; and then didn’t bother the slightest about the paths you tread, Life is not just a bottle of invidiously lecherous port wine; which you greedily consumed all night with intransigently untamed gusto; and then failed to recognize your own self the next day; when dawn filtered by your side, Life is not just a ethereally tantalizing sensation; which you fulminated into trying to touch the firmament of fathomless sky; and then blending indolently with soil as if the earth had ceased to exist, Life is each moment which has to be tackled with stupendous dexterity and sweat; life is timeless fireball of endeavor and vivaciousness; life is immortally priceless; O! yes LIFE IS NOT JUST A FEATURE FILM…. 2….. Life is not just a fake foam of infinite bubbles; 630

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which you could merrily burst into melodiously ravishing froth; and then enjoy the unsurpassably silken warmth for boundless more decades yet to unfurl, Life is not just an insidiously luminescent and ostentatious bulb; which you used to seek unprecedented pleasure after the onset of dark; and then uncouthly forget the very rudiments which possessed you in entirety, Life is not just a pathetically seducing whistle in the unfathomable gorge; with which you initially replenished each bone of your persona; and then became an immune animal to the most treacherous of squall and storm, Life is not just a beautifully constructed fairy castle; in which you romanticized for unending nights on the trot; and then wholesomely disappeared like an infinitesimal mosquito; into non-existent wisps of worthless oblivion, Life is a blend of the good and the salaciously bad which have to dealt alike; life is a mission of humanity to be accomplished by every living being; life is immortally priceless; O! yes LIFE IS NOT JUST A FEATURE FILM…. 3…. Life is not just an artificially reinvigorating cologne; which you profusely applied on your impoverished cheeks; and then smelt only the spirit of goodness on every lane you transgressed, Life is not just a ludicrously funny clown; who made you have the most wholehearted laugh of your life for simply a single second; and then left you to treacherously decay; in a tale of incoherently bizarre despair, Life is not just a pompous fancy dress competition; in which you intangibly masqueraded wearing the most princely attires on this planet; and then were left to rot in dungeons of despairingly hopeless poverty, Life is not just a short lived enchanting song; whose jeopardizing melody you could bask on for simply a few minutes; and then despondently shut your eardrums to; even the tiniest insinuation of sound, Life is an unrelenting journey towards the epitome of self esteem and benevolent mankind; Life is the most wonderfully perpetual gift from Lord Almighty; Life is immortally priceless; O! yes LIFE IS NOT JUST A FEATURE FILM…. 631

LIFE IS A LOVEBIRD Life is a resplendent flower; the more you ardently inhale it; the more it casts its fragrant spell upon each cranny of your disastrously frazzled demeanor; for centuries immemorial, Life is an invincible mountain; the more you valiantly clamber it; the more it impregnably defends every iota of your bereaved countenance; against the most acrimoniously vicious attacks, Life is a tantalizing ocean; the more you profusely swim in it; the more it envelops your cloudburst of inexplicable agonies; with its enchantingly rhapsodic tanginess, Life is a ravishing cloud; the more insatiably you float in it; the more it encapsulates your monotonously beleaguered senses; in an entrenchment of mystically voluptuous sensuousness, Life is a blazing Sun; the more unflinchingly you stare at it; the more it magnanimously bequeaths upon you the tenacity; to surge relentlessly forward towards your philanthropically divine goals, Life is a tingling dewdrop; the more bountifully you caress it; the more it enshrouds every element of your disastrously dwindling persona; with majestically tranquil compassion, Life is a resplendent star; the more uninhibitedly you let it in your dwelling; the more it wholesomely infiltrates your ghastily bereaved conscience; with innocuously twinkling beams of sacrosanct light, Life is an exhilarating adventure; the more poignantly you pursue it; the more it enthrallingly perpetuates into each of your brutally extinguishing nerves; to unconquerably metamorphose them into the boundaries of spell binding paradise, Life is an exotic waterfall; the more fervently you bathe in it; the more it astoundingly washes each of your inadvertently committed sin’s; maneuvering you towards the path of everlasting prosperity, Life is a true story; the more passionately you engross in it; the more it romantically titillates each aspect of your insidiously dithering existence; with its insurmountably ingratiating melody, Life is an Omnipotent form; the more devoutly you respect it; the more it uninhibitedly blesses every aspect of your survival; miraculously transforming all 632

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your traumatized anguish; into a fountain of perennially sparkling happiness, Life is an Omniscient elixir; the more tenaciously you drink it; the more it handsomely relieves you of even the most infinitesimal of your tensions; indefatigably propelling you to fantasize like a prince, Life is an enchanting dream; the more unfathomably you perceive it; the more it blissfully it placates all your savagely manipulative apprehensions; engenders you to astonishingly procreate a countless more brilliantly victorious tomorrow’s, Life is a melodious song; the more you patriotically sing it; the more it bestows you with the Herculean tenacity; to wholesomely free your atrociously besieged; and sacred motherland, Life is an unassailable fortress; the more you vehemently respect it; the more it perpetually sequesters you in its Omnipresent belly; nourishes each cranny of your existence with the tonic of radiantly vivacious righteousness, Life is a vivid rainbow; the more you profusely absorb it; the more it stupendously inundates your despicably collapsing existence; with an unsurpassable kaleidoscope; of beauty; color; and amiably charming humanity, Life is a humanitarian necklace; the more you chivalrously wear it; the more it showers upon your penurious visage all richness of this planet; the pricelessly regale religion of mankind, Life is a Divine heaven; the more you tirelessly salute it; the more it benevolently blesses your pathetically withering nostrils; with unsurpassable fireballs of aristocratically exuberant breath, And life is a lovebird; the more you ecstatically let it fly; the more it envelops your tyrannically imprisoned heart; with immortal beats of love; love; and only unshakably godly Love….

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WHAT WAS HAPPENING WRONG What was irrefutably right and blazing; was infinite beams of Sunlight streaming full throttle and astoundingly from the fathomless expanse of sky, But what was happening horrendously wrong; was that people sulked in derogatorily malicious despondence despite the same; within the spuriously morbid waves of the artificial airconditioner…. What was irrefutably right and ravishing; was enthrallingly exuberant whirlpools of breeze; which unrelentingly caressed the atmosphere all day long, But what was happening pathetically wrong; was that people viciously leaped for each other’s throat despite the same; coldbloodedly locked within cisterns of ominous manipulation…. What was irrefutably right and resplendent; was ebulliently mesmerizing and milky rays of tenaciously silken moonlight, But what was happening disastrously wrong; was that people wailed in hopelessly greedy unison despite the same; entirely camouflaging their dwellings with parasites of indiscriminate hatred; in the heart of the romantically marvelous midnight…. What was irrefutably right and vivacious; was perennially bubbling streams of pricelessly majestic water, But what was happening ludicrously wrong; was that people remained lugubriously famished despite the same; mercilessly toying with the vital elixir to scrub even the most inconspicuous iota of their; sordidly bombastic floors…. What was irrefutably right and tantalizing; was unfathomable cloudbursts of torrentially titillating rain; pelting in harmonious tandem from the aristocratically crimson sky, But what was happening maniacally wrong; was that people lambasted corpses of vindictive abuse and lechery despite the same; sank into a spell of remorsefully frustrated exasperation; although the tunes of lovebirds; reverberated handsomely through the air… What was irrefutably right and melodious; was the enchantingly everlasting nightingale singing synergistically with the rhythm of the serene wind; inundating each cranny of the sultry ambience with gorgeously twinkling sound, 634

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But what was happening brutally wrong; was that people incessantly sank into a well of despondent boredom despite the same; cacophonically pulverizing God’s most panoramic elements of celestial creation…. What was irrefutably right and towering; was the mystically gorgeous mountain; philandering into boundless paths of rhapsodically intrepid adventure, But what was happening murderously wrong; was that people had savagely constricted themselves to lanes of disdainfully ruthless monotony despite the same; choosing to be like the abominably imperturbable stone; rather than gallop towards satiny newness… What was irrefutably right and indispensable; was the passionately patriotic inferno of unsurpassable breath; that euphorically wafted out as each night unfurled into the brilliant day, But what was happening diabolically wrong; was that people depicted a profuse inclination to inhale adulterated savagery despite the same; eventually asphyxiating to miserable extinction; although the spirit of pristine youth still lingered for centuries immemorial…. What was irrefutably right and priceless; was the sky of immortally unassailable love; showering droplets of perpetual love to even the most infinitesimal iota of this gigantic planet, But what was happening unforgivably wrong; was that people barbarically kicked the same to blend with the thorns of pernicious lies; flooded their chests with gruesomely acerbic decay; although the heart was still throbbing by the grace of God ….

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LIFE When you were in the middle of the abominably rambunctious traffic; just utter the magically rejuvenating and ebulliently uninhibited word called; FREEDOM, When you were viciously enveloped by atrocious laziness; just utter the majestically spell binding and vibrant word called; EXUBERANCE, When you were abhorrently rotting in gutters of gruesome prejudice; just utter the resplendently charismatic and enchanting word called; MELODY, When you were ominously strangulated by coffins of remorseful boredom; just utter the ebulliently rhapsodic and ecstatic word called; ENTHRALLMENT, When you were murderously besieged by tornado’s of frantic desperation; just utter the miraculously Omniscient and sacred word called; HEAVENS, When you were fanatically enshrouded by waves of insane lunatism; just utter the Omnipotently celestial and unassailable word called; DIVINE, When you were brutally victimized by belligerently ghastly dormitories of paralysis; just utter the ravishingly voluptuous and exhilarating word called; ADVENTURE, When you were acrimoniously sweating for hours immemorial; indefatigably fatigued beyond sagacious limits of comprehension; just utter the marvelously reinvigorating and replenishing word called; SLEEP, When you were satanically entrapped for centuries unprecedented in dungeons of despicably depraving blackness; just utter the aristocratically royal and flamboyant word called; SUNLIGHT, When you were incessantly stumbling upon a treacherously incoherent path of bizarre ugliness; just utter the majestically ingratiating and exotic word called; BEAUTY, When you were pugnaciously perpetuated by sonorously worthless daggerheads of diabolical depression; just utter the emphatically seductive and blazing word called; OPTIMISM, When you were lecherously entrenched by the island of morbidly fretful loneliness; just utter the invincibly regale and holistic word called; HARMONY, When you were malevolently assassinated by indiscriminately tyrannical whiplashes of spuriously racial discrimination; just utter the impregnably 636

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bountiful and grandiloquent word called; UNITY, When you were wholesomely devoured by gory maelstroms of unsparingly stinging sand; just utter the gloriously blissful and perennially torrential word called; RAIN, When you were relentlessly dithering towards the corpse of worthlessly insipid extinction; just utter the insatiably twinkling and enamoring word called; EVOLUTION, When you were uncouthly submerged in disdainfully penalizing beer bars of ungainly depression; just utter the ubiquitously eternal and stupendously gratifying word called; SMILE, When you were incarcerated with acridly frigid avalanches of salaciously freezing indifference; just utter the wonderfully poignant and perpetually sequestering word called; COMPASSION, When you were ferociously decimated every unfurling minute of the day by the coffin of disparagingly delinquent lies; just utter the scintillatingly righteous and irrefutably revered word called; TRUTH, When you were coldbloodedly abdicating each beat of your devastatingly bereaved heart; just utter the immortally glittering and unconquerable word called; LOVE, And when you were invidiously staggering for vitally quintessential breath; barbarically asphyxiating at even the most inconspicuous iota of air; just utter the most Omnipresently bestowing and immortal word called; LIFE….

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THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THAT VOICE There was something in that voice; which made me exotically wander through the aisles of untamed fantasy; and unendingly tantalizing seduction, There was something in that voice; which metamorphosed even the most inexplicably horrendous of my misery; into a blooming paradise of everlastingly enchanting melody, There was something in that voice; which enthralled me beyond the dormitories of comprehension; wholesomely freed me of all my murderously monotonous apprehensions; and agonies of the uncouth planet outside, There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly seduced me even after the heart of dolorously dreary midnight; rekindling every deadened pore of my flesh to blend with the Almighty Divine, There was something in that voice; which enshrouded every cranny of beleaguered soul with rhapsodic exuberance; an insatiable yearning to philanthropically bond with all my comrades; innocuous and living, There was something in that voice; which irrefutably taught me the essence of unbiased love towards all my fellow compatriots either rich or despicably poor; taught me that service to mankind was indeed true service to the divine, There was something in that voice; which transformed me into an invincibly blazing fortress; unflinchingly confronting every impediment that dared come my way; to forever radiate like spell binding Sunshine, There was something in that voice; which handsomely extricated my manipulatively besieged conscience of all its abhorrent prejudice; bestowing upon me all mesmerizing happiness that profoundly perpetuated the atmosphere, There was something in that voice; which ebulliently elevated me from my spells of deplorable depression; impregnated a river of unfathomable enchantment in nervously circulating streams of my impoverished blood, There was something in that voice; which made me feel like a majestic prince of all times; traversing through the lanes of grandiloquent desire; manifesting each of my benign dream into a perpetual reality, 638

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There was something in that voice; which marvelously brought out my humanitarian spirit; made me benevolently commiserate with all my mates; dithering towards the horizons of a ghastly extinction, There was something in that voice; which royally replenished my frigidly disastrous lips with astoundingly blissful smiles; profusely enlightened my survival with the Omniscient enlightenment to bond with all mankind, There was something in that voice; which resolutely told me to always follow the unassailable voices of my heart; coalesce my spirit forever with; euphorically evergreen humanity, There was something in that voice; which perennially transpired me to transcend beyond the ultimate crescendo of magnificent artistry; never made me realize that I was dwindling all hope in vibrant life, There was something in that voice; which made me disdainfully shun all bombastic cynosure; meditate till beyond realms of eternal eternity; in an incredulously aristocratic entrenchment of bountiful selflessness, There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly triggered me to implore and eradicate all my devilishly hidden fallacies; philander in the ingratiatingly ravishing charisma of the majestic atmosphere, There was something in that voice; which numbed all my trauma with its unconquerably Omnipotent aura; made me wonderfully believe in the laws of symbiotic existence; made me believe in my unlimited mountain of positive strengths, There was something in that voice; which illuminated my perniciously withering existence with the fragrance of unshakable togetherness; made me feel as if Almighty Lord was always there to help me by my side, There was something in that voice; which made me immortally love every graciously vivacious element of living kind; bow down in due adulation of the powers of the Omnipresent Creator Divine, And there was something in that voice; which gifted me a countless radiant breaths when infact I had asked for just one; and could humbly become the very reason for my destitute mates; to be holistically alive….

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OUR GREATEST RICHNESS We don’t need no ostentatious parties; bombastic mugs of wine guzzling down our throats; as beats of the spuriously titillating disco discordantly inundated the heavenly stillness of the night, We don’t need no superfluous palaces; fathomless rooms of pretentious aristocracy frigidly awaiting to envelop us insidiously in their empty swirl, We don’t need no robotic aircrafts; unfathomably gigantic wings of steel to transport us at thunderously lightening speeds; to the destinations of our choice, We don’t need no sleazily gaudy attires; opulent cisterns of voluptuous silk; artificially enshrouding our poignantly naked skins, As our palms which had perpetually entwined with each other; unflinching confronting the most acerbic of impediments united together; bonding our destinies forever with the religion of humanity; were irrefutably our greatest richness… (1)….. We don’t need no cheaply abominable slang; astounding replications of how the high society ate; spoke and slept, We don’t need no Oriental music; brilliantly incredulous sound systems blaring in pompously rhythmic cadence, We don’t need no mountains of scintillating glass; the most exquisite fraternity of mirror to incessantly admire our nimble reflections, We don’t need no sizzled steak; incongruously butchering the poor animal and then ironically placing it on plates of glittering gold, As our souls which had perpetually coalesced with each other; imparting us the unassailable ardor to not only exist in this birth; but to philanthropically serve the entire planet and gallop for an infinite more births yet to come; were irrefutably our greatest richness….. (2)…. We don’t need no aristocratic sheepskins; the most 640

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ravishingly embellished wool on the planet; to safeguard us against acrimonious cold, We don’t need no flatulent airconditioners; to garishly placate our overwhelmingly sweltering senses, We don’t need no scintillating cars; the ergonomically plush upholstery pampering us worthlessly as the ultimate kings, We don’t need no dungeons of unfathomably regale wealth; a torrential cascade of shimmering pearl and silver; not even letting us gasp the slightest, As our breaths which had perpetually bonded with each other; were our sole elixir to magnificently surge ahead in vibrant life and achieve the pinnacle of astronomically humanitarian success; were irrefutably our greatest richness….. (3)….. We don’t need no skeleton keys; ingeniously masterminded computers to cunningly manipulate the movements of the entire Universe, We don’t need no Supreme chairs of pure velvet; ardently awaiting to crown us the unparalleled corporate tycoons of the distraught year, We don’t need no fabulously designed sunglasses; cowardly camouflaging our radiant eyes even from the tiniest beam of optimistic light, We don’t need no sardonically inflated cigar smoke; the meaningless clapping of people who vindictively plotted behind our backs, As our hearts which had perpetually blended with each other; unconquerably beating as a single spirit and passionately alive; were irrefutably our greatest richness….

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LIFE- AN IMMORTAL POETRY Life is unconquerably; resplendent poetry of the most highest degree; incredibly pacifying every infinitesimal urge of the miserably unfinished soul, Life is perpetually; majestic poetry of the most highest degree; royally gifting countless impoverished souls; with insatiably unending fantasy, Life is ubiquitously; vibrant poetry of the most highest degree; triumphantly metamorphosing each ethereal trace of misery; into a fireball of ingratiatingly untamed happiness, Life is marvelously; bountiful poetry of the most highest degree; beautifully placating every hedonistically traumatized agony; with the exuberance of untainted breath, Life is indomitably; enchanting poetry of the most highest degree; harmoniously coalescing every organism irrespective of caste; creed; color or tribe; into the religion of Omnipresent oneness, Life is unceasingly; triumphant poetry of the most highest degree; wholesomely massacring every speck of the horrifically parasitic devil; with the scepter of unshakable righteousness, Life is tirelessly; fantastic poetry of the most highest degree; iridescently glimmering like the stream of ultimate unity; even in the heart of insidiously macabre midnight, Life is blessedly; exotic poetry of the most highest degree; inevitably triggering an unprecedented maelstrom of eclectic fantasy; in every brain on this planet; enigmatically alike, Life is irrefutably; sensuous poetry of the most highest degree; miraculously rekindling every shade of claustrophobically dwindling expression; with a wave of undauntedly perennial heavenliness, Life is astoundingly; impeccable poetry of the most highest degree; forever erasing the wounds of dastardly salaciousness; with its eternal mantra of everlasting mankind, Life is unrestrictedly; divinely poetry of the most highest degree; spell bindingly mollifying every cranny of the planet in hapless distress; with sunrays of unparalleled optimism, Life is fearlessly; aristocratic poetry of the most highest degree; irrevocably inebriating each strangulated nerve of the body with a voluptuousness; 642

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impossible to break for infinite more births yet to unravel, Life is intransigently; seductive poetry of the most highest degree; astonishingly proliferating till even beyond the corridors of infinite infinity; into an unassailable entrenchment of newness and untamed euphoria, Life is symbiotically; intrepid poetry of the most highest degree; magnanimously charming every entity expunging air; with its impregnable cisterns of versatility, Life is unsurpassably; gregarious poetry of the most highest degree; evolving a citadel of unflinching camaraderie on every layer of soil that it spawned; with the blessings of the Lord Almighty, Life is boundlessly; tantalizing poetry of the most highest degree; vividly enshrouding every element of the pathetically stuttering heart and soul; with a curtain of radiantly titillating magnetism, Life is inexorably; blossoming poetry of the most highest degree; enlightening every dwelling besieged with inexplicably prurient despair; with the lamp of inextinguishably prosperous togetherness, Life is unlimitedly; mystical poetry of the most highest degree; unveiling a festoon of queenly opportunities to be usurped by every living being; handsomely alike, And Life is endlessly; immortal poetry of the most highest degree; unstoppably culminating into a sky of fathomless freshness every unfurling second of the day and milky night; even after horizons of pragmatic existence had long ended…

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NO MONEY, NO HONEY In today’s murderously barbarous world outside; life without money was like that bumble bee; boisterously buzzing and harboring unprecedented love all right; but without even the tiniest iota of mesmerizing honey, In today’s satanically uncouth world outside; life without money was like that ocean; blissfully undulating and harboring unsurpassable love all right; but without even the slightest pinch of tantalizing salt, In today’s delinquently treacherous world outside; life without money was like that tree; celestially breathing and harboring invincible love all right; but without even the most diminutive trace of enchanting fruit, In today’s derogatorily disdainful world outside; life without money was like that sky; endlessly extending and harboring insurmountable love all right; but without even the most infinitesimal trickle of voluptuous cloud, In today’s ignominiously salacious world outside; life without money was like that rose; majestically crimson and harboring unshakable love all right; but without even the most mercurial shade of ingratiating scent, In today’s lugubriously monotonous world outside; life without money was like that bird; gleefully flying and harboring unstoppable love all right; but without even the most ethereal speck of quintessential nest, In today’s plaintively parasitic world outside; life without money was like that pinnacle; unflinchingly towering and harboring perpetual love all right; but without even the most transient ray of Omnipotent Sunlight, In today’s remorsefully licentious world outside; life without money was like that eye; flirtatiously fluttering and harboring insurmountable love all right; but without even the most evanescent mirror of resplendent sight, In today’s preposterously invidious world outside; life without money was like that well; mystically hollow and harboring tremendous love all right; but without even the most minuscule speck of indispensable water, In today’s vindictively vandalizing world outside; life without money was like that dwelling; 644

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incomprehensibly vast and harboring unconquerable love all right; but without even the most reminiscent twig of sequestering roof, In today’s disastrously sinful world outside; life without money was like that rainbow; artistically appearing and harboring bountiful love all right; but without even the most obsolete shade of vividly enthralling color, In today’s pathetically morose world outside; life without money was like that waterfall; stupendously uninhibited and harboring indomitable love all right; but without even the most remotest fraction of spell binding freshness, In today’s notoriously commercial world outside; life without money was like that candle; spell bindingly sculptured and harboring limitless love all right; but without even the most transient waft of eternally optimistic flame, In today’s venomously crippling world outside; life without money was like that child; blissfully burgeoning and harboring unprecedented love all right; but without even the most infidel impression of immaculately tantalizing mischief, In today’s baselessly incarcerating world outside; life without money was like that soldier; patriotically blazing and harboring unequivocal love all right; but without even the most inconspicuous trace of glorious victory, In today’s dreadfully asphyxiated world outside; life without money was like that butterfly; harmlessly nestled and harboring pristine love all right; but without even the most dwindling mentions of untamed frolic, In today’s manipulatively sick world outside; life without money was like that brain; astoundingly synchronized and harboring undefeated love all right; but without even the most ephemeral mist of exotically fragrant fantasy, In today’s thoughtlessly estranged world outside; life without money was like body; tirelessly moving and harboring insatiable love all right; but without even the most invisible cistern of Omnisciently blessing breath, And in today’s miserably beleaguered world outside; life without money was like that heart; thunderously scarlet and harboring ecstatic love all right; but without even the most capricious innuendos of immortal beats…. 645

ON THE ROADS OF LOVE The wheels of symbiotically proliferating humanity; ebulliently galloped on the roads of uninhibitedly peerless freedom, The wheels of timelessly exhilarating charisma; euphorically galloped on the roads of enigmatically silken fantasy, The wheels of ingratiatingly titillating sensuousness; enchantingly galloped on the roads of perennially unconquerable compassion, The wheels of inimitably congenital mischief; exotically galloped on the roads of merrily beautiful flirtation, The wheels of blazingly undaunted patriotism; fearlessly galloped on the roads of benevolently bountiful selflessness, The wheels of effulgently triumphant scent; resplendently galloped on the roads of stupendously unbelievable freshness, The wheels of tirelessly blessing proliferation; handsomely galloped on the roads of quintessentially glorious attraction, The wheels of inevitably iridescent magnetism; synergistically galloped on the roads of boundlessly benevolent belonging, The wheels of marvelously internal enrichment; majestically galloped on the roads of spell bindingly unflinching solidarity, The wheels of royally sparkling brotherhood; indefatigably galloped on the roads of aristocratically benign oneness, The wheels of impeccably miraculous divinity; unassailably galloped on the roads of irrefutably undefeated righteousness, The wheels of impregnably passionate speed; gleefully galloped on the roads of pristinely unparalleled confidence, The wheels of insatiably untamed empathy; celestially galloped on the roads of unequivocally unfettered bonding, The wheels of everlastingly placating melody; regally galloped on the roads of synergistically serene tranquility, 646

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The wheels of pricelessly quintessential peace; gorgeously galloped on the roads of blessedly blissful simplicity, The wheels of unshakably ubiquitous truth; vibrantly galloped on the roads of Omnisciently mellifluous godliness, The wheels of fascinatingly eclectic success; vivaciously galloped on the roads of jubilantly boundless prosperity, The wheels of poignantly gratifying enlightenment; incessantly galloped on the roads of unendingly heavenly optimism, The wheels of fathomlessly inexorable happiness; limitlessly galloped on the roads of Omnipotently brilliant life, And the wheels of irrevocably kingly faith; perpetually galloped on the roads of immortally immaculate love.…

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WHY SHOULD I ??? Just because its never ever been experimented before; no one’s had the time to profusely surmise its unfathomable repertoire of; poignantly delectable intricacies, Just because its never ever been fantasized before; people had disdainfully shrugged it like a chunk of infinitesimally threadbare shit; stupendously overawed by its unrelenting cascade of stupendous exhilaration, Just because its never ever been executed before; the most invincible of warriors metamorphosed into grassless meadows; when it came to feeling its regally ebullient goodness, Just because its never ever been worshipped before; the conventionally ludicrous society preferring to obnoxiously spit on its heavenly rhythm of solidarity; rather than wholeheartedly embrace it as the eternal elixir of their life, Why should I also be a part of the same obsoletely dilapidated belief; for if a thing is harmonious; holistic; heartfelt; humanitarian and portraying the immortal splendor of love; I would irrefutably blend every bit of my mind; body and soul with it; irrespective of what the entire world outside; preposterously preached and said …. 1…. Just because its never ever been saluted before; monotonously cowardly corporates; vengefully pulverizing it as an ignominiously abominable thorn in their way to spuriously sanctimonious success, Just because its never ever been idolized before; the whirlwinds of bizarrely insane commercialism; giving it not the slimmest of chance to marvelously burgeon, Just because its never ever been disseminated before; lecherously satanic ganglords assassinating it to inconspicuous mincemeat; even before it could waft a mercurial whisper, Just because its never ever been practiced before; ruthlessly baseless maelstroms of spurious religion; caste; creed; tribe; egregiously overshadowing it wholesome entirety, Why should I also be a part of the same 648

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indiscriminately meaningless wagewar; for if a thing is everlasting; enigmatic; euphoric; egalitarian and unfurling the sky of immortal love; I would irrefutably blend every bit of my mind; body and soul with it; irrespective of what the entire world outside; preposterously preached and said … 2… Just because its never ever been symbolized before; ungainly eunuchs preferring tawdrily raunchy flesh; rather than its mist of timelessly sacred ecstasy, Just because its never ever been spoken about before; powerhouses of maliciously abhorrent greed preferring expletives befitting the sordid gutter; rather than its heart-rendering litany of vividly scintillating life, Just because its never ever been crowned before; corpses of cadaverous betrayal; asphyxiating its astoundingly eclectic demeanor; even before it uttered a single word, Just because its never ever been felicitated before; horrendously desecrating jailhouses of salacious greed; tyrannically superceding its heavenly exhilaration; with the swords of prejudice, Why should I also be a part of the same worthlessly decrepit bedlam; for if a thing is patriotic; princely; pristine; peace loving and culminating into the island of immortal love; I would irrefutably blend every bit of my mind; body and soul with it; irrespective of what the entire world outside; preposterously preached and said … 3…. Just because its never ever been written about before; the most sagaciously righteous of hands; uncontrollably trembling to portray its essence of blazingly flamboyant truth, Just because its never ever been sung before; vindictively gratuitous elements of the miserably corrupt globe; indefatigably wanting to praise the anarchists of truculent power instead, Just because its never ever been accepted before; the disheveled commoner showing a profane incline towards fugitively sleazy entertainment; rather than its virtues of everlastingly bonding pricelessness, Just because its never ever become the hottalk of the town before; with entities finding gossip regarding gory blood; intoxication and war more rewarding; than its bountiful rudiments of panoramically spell binding calm, 649

Why should I also be a part of the same cold-bloodedly criminal campaign; for if a thing is Omnivorous; Omnipotent; Oligarchic; Omnipresent and consecrating the majestic shades or immortal love; I would irrefutably blend every bit of my mind; body and soul with it; irrespective of what the entire world outside; preposterously preached and said…

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BE CONQUERED

Let not even the most ferociously blazing rays of the Sun ever conquer you; as you skyrocketed on your indefatigable mission to save bereaved humanity; come what may in your impoverished way, Let not even the most treacherously parasitic scorpions ever conquer you; as you blazed like the ultimate thunderbolts of righteousness; despite the satanically derogatory stings that perpetuated every cranny of your diminutive countenance, Let not even the most truculently devastating of earthquakes ever conquer you; as you culminated into a festoon of compassionately amiable belonging; perpetually embracing your compatriots in gorily inexplicable pain; although the earth slipped from beneath your feet, Let not even the most vindictively swirling oceans ever conquer you; as you innocuously frolicked beyond the moonlit hills with orphaned infants in your gregarious arms; although each wave salaciously tried to asphyxiate the very last iota of breath from your lungs, But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the winds of immortal love; be conquered in mind; body and soul by the dewdrops of eternal friendship; be conquered in mind; body and soul by symbiotically tantalizing beauty; becoming the robustly redolent shimmer of your eyes…. 1…. Let not even the most dictatorially coldblooded chains ever conquer you; as you uninhibitedly liberated every trace of uxoriously fretting slavery on this boundless Universe; with your unassailable mantra to fearlessly survive, Let not even the most diabolically gargantuan of dinosaurs ever conquer you; as you irrefutably transcended over every speck of ruthless devil on this fathomless planet; with your voice of sacredly Omnipotent truth, Let not even the most remorseful corpses of stagnating hell ever conquer you; as you ebulliently blended 651

every element of your blessed countenance; with the spirit of goodness for times immemorial, Let not even the most acrimoniously ghastly thorns ever conquer you; as you paved your very own path of scintillatingly altruistic patriotism; although the entire planet lambasted you without the tiniest of respite, But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the mists of immortal love; be conquered in mind; body and soul by the elixir of everlastingly victorious freedom; be conquered in mind; body and soul by the spirit of sparkling benevolence; becoming the insuperable tenacity of your every stride…. 2…. Let not even the most venomously blatant of lies ever conquer you; as you towered as the tallest entity on this Universe; harmoniously disseminating the wave of unflinchingly heavenly togetherness, Let not even the most horrifically rampaging maelstroms ever conquer you; as you timelessly floated as a celestial harbinger of humanity; euphorically surpassing the indiscriminate boundaries of caste; creed; color; and spuriously sanctimonious tribe, Let not even the most repugnantly ignominious of abuse ever conquer you; as you blissfully enlightened the lives of countless deprived and hapless; with the mellifluously fragrant luminosity in your voice, Let not even the most invidiously strangulating blackness ever conquer you; as you miraculously radiated into a candle of optimistically burgeoning hope; at the footsteps of every dwindling dwelling, But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the sky of immortal love; be conquered in mind; body and soul by the strings of divinely peace; be conquered in mind; body and soul by the meadows of enthralling adventure; becoming the heart of your destiny lines… 3… Let not even the most sordidly decrepit of stench ever conquer you; as you blossomed into a fountain of unrelenting ecstasy; philanthropically becoming the smile of every obsoletely beleaguered face; as the day unfurled into sensuous night, Let not even the most heinously cataclysmic of nightmare ever conquer you; as you unconquerably diffused the scent of symbiotically priceless existence; to far and wide across this endless planet, Let not even the most delinquently dilapidated corruption ever conquer you; as you rhapsodically 652

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galloped with your comrades in turbulent pain on your selfless shoulders; although the embers of gruesomely smoldering viciousness sadistically greeted you on every lane you took, Let not even the most insanely tyrannizing betrayal ever conquer you; as you Omnisciently propagated the mantra of triumphant solidarity; till the very last puff of air that you exhaled, But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the Universe of ubiquitous love; be conquered in mind; body and soul by the entrenchment of vibrantly mystical life; be conquered in mind; body and soul by the invincible armor of simplicity; becoming the profoundly impregnable embellishment of your passionately beautiful heart….

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JUST BECAUSE Just because you dastardly shut your malicious eyes; doesn’t mean that the entire of gargantuan earth outside; also submerged itself into a pool of languidly morose and treacherously stuttering blackness, Just because you abhorrently shut your cowardly lips; doesn’t mean that the entire of colossal earth outside; also besieged itself with tornados of inexplicably whipping misery, Just because you vindictively froze priceless blood in your parasitic veins; doesn’t mean that the entire of fathomless earth outside; also coldbloodedly marauded even the most infinitesimal trace of ecstatic triumph in the royal atmosphere, Just because you satanically relinquished to fabulously dream; doesn’t mean that the entire of vivacious earth outside; also heartlessly trampled the essence of bountifully ebullient creation, Just because you baselessly exonerated all your ardently sensuous urges; doesn’t mean that the entire of boundless earth outside; also frigidly hung itself upside down; like a grotesquely impotent lynchpin, Just because you horrendously emaciated your forlorn stomach; doesn’t mean that the entire of unassailable earth outside; also starved beyond the realms of decrepit rebuke; worthlessly slandering panoramic imagery into cadaverous graveyards of castrated grime, Just because you tawdrily abrogated your quintessential job; doesn’t mean that the entire of mesmerizing earth outside; also dolorously stagnated in maelstroms of truculently prejudiced unemployment, Just because you ruthlessly kicked every benign goodness with your insanely bohemian feet; doesn’t mean that the entire of unsurpassable earth outside; also nonchalantly rotted in obnoxiously stinking gallows of bizarre dilapidation, Just because you viciously strangulated the venomous chords of your throat; doesn’t mean that the entire of iridescent earth outside; also became preposterously oblivious to the timelessly ingratiating enchantment of mellifluous sound, Just because you sadistically sodomized every pore of your staggering visage with snake hoods of lethal 654

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despair; doesn’t mean that the entire of fructifying earth outside; also wandered like a wastrel lunatic towards disparagingly penalizing depravation, Just because you torturously crucified nails into your flaccidly pallid skin; doesn’t mean that the entire of eclectic earth outside; also hedonistically metamorphosed every element of its perpetually gratifying bliss into gutters of diabolically self inflicted pain, Just because you devastatingly torched your reproductive abilities with daggerheads of ghastly illwill; doesn’t mean that the entire of silken earth outside; also put an abysmally feckless end to its chapter of perennially heavenly proliferation, Just because you impudently slapped your sacrosanct mother; doesn’t mean that the entire of rhapsodic earth outside; also luridly sold every iota of its sacrosanct rudiments; in exchange for a measly cascade of sanctimonious silver, Just because you bawdily tonsured your ghoulishly disappearing scalp; doesn’t mean that the entire of triumphant earth outside; also mercilessly assassinated every flower of godly truth with unrelentingly senseless whiplashes of criminal lies, Just because you morbidly extricated your own fanatically aimless brain; doesn’t mean that the entire of blooming earth outside; also tyrannically snapped the fangs of its exhilaratingly enthralling and victorious evolution, , Just because you dementedly slaved the uncontrollably shivering; doesn’t mean that the entire of righteous earth outside; also flagrantly divided symbiotically coalescing mankind into spuriously sleazy barricades of; religion; caste; creed and tribe, Just because you barbarously stifled even the most fugitive iota of your delinquently gratuitous breath; doesn’t mean that the entire of impregnable earth outside; also salaciously abnegated forever; the winds of perpetually bestowing life, And just because you violently stopped the murderously castigating beating in your heart; doesn’t mean that the entire of immortal earth outside; also abandoned the spirit of unshakable love for the dogs; pulverizing dinosaurs and ambiguous devils; to growlingly eat……

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I LOVED IT I loved it for its unrelentingly euphoric waves; as it culminated into a festoon of handsomely poignant froth after clashing against the jaggedly machismo rocks, I loved it for its majestically pristine shores; the unfathomable expanse of regally sparkling oysters and shells; timelessly enamoring with their bountifully ultimate splendor, I loved it for its enchantingly crimson tanginess; as it piquantly flamed like a fireball of enrapturing delight; as first rays of the Omnipotent aristocratically Sun; descended from crystalline blue sky, I loved it for its protuberantly ebullient adventure; as it intrepidly philandered through every conceivable trajectory of this boundless Universe; all sweltering day and voluptuously tingling night, I loved it for its incessantly dancing assemblage of divine water; the timeless rhapsody that it marvelously radiated; as the wind triumphantly drifted across its spell binding contours, I loved it for its royally ingratiating fleet of poignantly charismatic sharks; gliding like insatiably untamed streaks of silken lightening; through even the most unprecedentedly stormy channels, I loved it for its unsurpassably unending depth; the splendidly eclectic variety fish; enigmatically morass algae and octopus perpetually inhabiting its compassionately vivacious caverns, I loved it for its unequivocally candid spray; the unconquerably reinvigorating essence of vibrant camaraderie that it wonderfully disseminated; across one and all of this gargantuan planet; alike, I loved it for its surreally resplendent periphery; the countless colors of robust optimism that it timelessly blossomed into; every unfurling instant of victorious existence, I loved it for its spirit of unshakably unflinching loyalty; perennially flowing as the most unparalleled mass of united rudiments; even as the fiercest Sun tried to hedonistically evaporate its every trace, I loved it for its artistically burgeoning splash; beautifully replenishing even the most treacherously sadistic of dwindling palette; with insurmountably vivid charm and prolific graciousness, 656

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I loved if for its invincibly symbiotic solidarity; exuberantly fulminating into a paradise of uncontrollably tangy happiness; as the ravishing carpet of clouds towered over it like a priceless prince from above, I loved if for its innocuously uncanny cries; the fathomless civilization of blissful freshness that it unraveled into; tantalizing even the most morbid of carcasses from the heart of their graves, I loved it for its seductively exhilarating rhythm; the exotically mesmerizing cadence of its profoundly revitalizing fabric; which profusely inundated nothing but cisterns of unfettered compassion; in every entity on this gigantic earth, I loved if for its never ending wind of rubicund ebullience; as it indefatigably whispered the tunes of holistically gratifying existence; on every trace of mud that it blessedly kissed, I loved it for its ingeniously celestial philosophy of tireless continuity; as its froth swirled high and handsome in the mellifluous air; even as vicious thunderbolts of demonic savagery; pelted intransigently from the graveyards of hell, I loved it for its panoramically nubile beauty; the tinge of a freshly embellished bride magically pronounced on its emerald belly; although it was wholesomely barren without the slightest of asphyxiating clothes, I loved it for its inexorably untamed uninhibitedness; its limitless ambition to emolliently coalesce with boundless sky; even as the horizons seemed an ephemerally obsolete cry, I loved it for its blazingly outspoken bravery; as it supremely transcended over even the most hideously satanic of impediments that came its way; with the astounding dexterity of an unconquerable prince, O! Yes; I loved the sea more than I could ever love my life; as it gloriously taught me the value of priceless companionship; as it sagaciously taught me never to divide; as it timelessly taught me that love was the most quintessential elixir to heavenly survive….

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GRAVE PROBLEMS No problems; even if I had to wear the same nonchalantly bedraggled shirt; drape my chest with its disdainfully torn periphery; as the Sun crept up wonderfully in the sky; everyday, No problems; even if I had to eat the same lugubriously lackadaisical chunks of leftover bread dissolved in gutter water; as the Sun unfurled from the mesmerizing horizons; everyday, No problems; even if I had to bathe in the same derogatorily urinated pool of fetidly castigating water; as the Sun enlightened all colossal Universe; everyday, No problems; even if I had to interact with the same sleazily manipulative people; to sustain my parsimonious livelihood; as the Sun brilliantly sprang up in blue sky; everyday, No problems; even if I had to answer to the same savagely parasitic devils; as the Sun unveiled into fantastic vibrancy; everyday, No problems; even if I had to inhabit the same disdainfully dilapidated lavatory; as the Sun cast its flamboyantly Omnipotent rays; everyday, No problems; even if I had to iterate the same malicious abuses to pave my way amidst torturous ganglords; as the Sun bountifully blossomed into profound radiance; everyday, No problems; even if I had to sign the same raunchy registers to perpetuate my boss to smile; as the Sun gloriously dazzled in the profusely crimson cosmos; everyday, No problems; even if I had to frequent the same obsoletely ghoulish and scurrilously crackled roads; as the Sun culminated into a festoon of Omniscient shimmer; everyday, No problems; even if I had to work like an unrelentingly uxorious ass for the same employer; as the Sun fulminated into blazingly overpowering glory; everyday, No problems; even if I had to adorn the same savagely rusted rings on my nubile fingers; as the Sun wholeheartedly smiled from the heavens; everyday, No problems; even if I had to meet the same depravingly dastardly cowards; as the Sun majestically removed all traumatized agony with its Omnipresent glow; everyday, 658

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No problems; even if I had to sleep on the same acrimoniously barren treetops; as the Sun enchantingly illuminated even the most infinitesimal cranny of mother earth; everyday, No problems; even if I had to walk the same number of steps to the remorsefully sulking corporate office; as the Sun gave birth to new rays of prolifically burgeoning hope; everyday, No problems; even if I had to witness the same vindictively abhorrent impediments in my way; as the Sun beautifully spawned an unfathomable civilization of triumphant happiness; everyday, No problems; even if I had to drink water from the same flaccidly flatulent tyre tube; as the Sun unraveled into an unassailable entrenchment of divine charisma; everyday, No problems; even if I had to exist with the same venomously truculent and indiscriminately trampling entities; as the Sun thunderously flamed into everlastingly heavenly light; everyday, No problems; even if I had to chant the same treacherously nondescript mantra of religion to save my scalp; as the Sun bountifully blessed every organism on this earth one and alike; everyday, But grave problems; murderously morbid death; salaciously pulverizing bloodshed; lasciviously infinitesimal nothingness; obsessively maniacal frustration; unforgivably diabolical devils; torturously lambasting death; O! Almighty Lord, If my mind couldn’t spawn into an unsurpassable world of newness; if my mind couldn’t unrelentingly perceive the timelessly mushrooming beauty of this gigantic Universe; if my mind couldn’t bask in the glory of symbiotically mesmerizing creation for infinite more births yet to come; not just as the Sun showered its first rays of optimism from the sky everyday; but every unveiling instant of the night as well as day….

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RATHER THAN FEELING DEPRESSED I would rather unflinchingly embrace the corpses of staggering defeat; than worthlessly entangling myself in the webs of sordid corruption and feeling severely depressed, I would rather hang myself bizarrely upside down without the most inconspicuous of regret; than being luridly lured by spurious politicians all the time and feeling torturously depressed, I would rather mercilessly annihilate every chord of my intricate throat with a blazing smile; than being maneuvered like a pompous puppet by the chains of the turgidly conventional society and feeling flagrantly depressed, I would rather plummet wide-eyed from the epitome of the towering mountain; than being abusively molested by the sanctimoniously rich and feeling invidiously depressed, I would rather parade bare skinned amidst the pack of hedonistically menacing tigers; than being baselessly pulverized by the dungeons of feckless unemployment and feeling nonchalantly depressed, I would rather uninhibitedly scream the very last iota of voice in my throat towards blue sky; than being transcended by the rules of emaciating monotony and feeling treacherously depressed, I would rather fearlessly transgress on a blanket of truculently acrimonious thorns; than being drawn into the aisles of unbearably prejudiced greed and feeling horrendously depressed, I would rather patriotically behead myself in a pool of fragrantly crimson blood; than surrendering to the traitors of my sacrosanct motherland and feeling barbarically depressed, I would rather proudly digest a meal of threadbare mud and lackadaisical stone; than feasting at the cost of my comrades in tumultuous grief and feeling sodomizingly depressed, I would rather altruistically thrash every cranny of my brain till it indiscriminately bled; than targeting my own comrade’s scalp for parsimonious wads of debasing money and feeling pugnaciously depressed, I would rather tirelessly walk on the road towards my eternally triumphant freedom; than being ghastily incarcerated by the devastating clouds of perniciously debilitating solitude and feeling cold-bloodedly 660

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depressed, I would rather unabashedly proclaim my love to even the most infinitesimal quarter of this colossal Universe; than drowning in the insipid ponds of betrayal and feeling tyrannically depressed, I would rather timidly pulverize myself into diminutive bits of meaningless ash; than diabolically overpowering the symbiotic empathy of ever holistic organism and feeling lugubriously depressed, I would rather honorably exonerate apart even the most mercurial vein of mine; than fiendishly propagating the strings of raunchy terror in synergistically existing tribes and feeling doggedly depressed, I would rather gloriously jump from the high flying aircraft without a single parachute on my impoverished demeanor; than gregariously blending with the traumatizing hijackers and feeling horribly depressed, I would rather exuberantly immolate my body in flames in my quest for everlasting truth; than being lasciviously enticed by graveyards of abhorrent manipulation and feeling remorsefully depressed, I would rather deliberately blind my eyes with swords of scintillating righteousness; than inevitably witnessing evil burgeoning on every quarter of earth just because people wanted it to and feeling haplessly depressed, I would rather intransigently listen to the voices of my immortally throbbing heart; than being made a worthless object of transient ridicule; by every fraternity of the disastrously penalizing society and feeling stupidly depressed, O! Yes; I would rather intrepidly abrogate breath this very instant from my lungs; than living life like a livid insect; horrifically crippled by the feet of malevolent power and feeling zanily depressed….

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EMBRACE UNCONQUERABLE LIFE Suicide; is a ghastily lingering spirit between resplendently sparkling heaven and diabolically ghastly hell, Suicide; is the most desperately hedonistic crime committed against every conceivable fraternity of all mankind, Suicide; is the most truculently unforgivable outburst of any organism; murderously imperiling the crux of symbiotically mesmerizing existence, Suicide; is a ghoulishly amorphous abode; without the most infinitesimal trace of doors; windows and robustly functioning entities, Suicide; is an indescribably treacherous venom; which brutally asphyxiates the impoverished ghost; even after the wholesome end of priceless life, Suicide; is the most preposterously scurrilous corpse that incarcerated you from all sides; morbidly dampening every quintessential iota of your blood, Suicide; is the most luridly mortifying death that an entity could ever undergo; ensuring that he indefatigably suffocated in diminutive lidfulls of water while the other world danced; everytime it was born, Suicide; is the most ultimate curse of the devil upon every civilization; religion and tribe; afflicting the fabric of society like an uncontrollably lambasting tumor; which simply had no end, Suicide; is perniciously sinister balderdash; the most incongruously distorted and heartlessly inclement fantasy; that the stinking pigs could ever construe, Suicide; is a coffin of disparagingly bludgeoning solitude; a measly quavering insect being blown away into the aisles of nothingness; at even the most mercurial draught of infidel wind, Suicide; is a salaciously jinxed witch casting her spell of unsurpassable doom; even upon the most blissfully gratifying of destinies, Suicide; is a vindictively hollow and lecherously gawky edifice; baselessly wavering towards the gallows of emptiness; without the most infinitesimal of foundations, Suicide; is an inexplicably cancerous sorrow that 662

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gruesomely crucifies your soul; disdainfully maiming you on every step; for infinite more births of yours yet to unveil, Suicide; is a flagrantly whipping extinction that had not the tiniest chance to ebulliently revive; stagnating in the prisons of torturously bleeding hell, Suicide; is a flaccidly corpulent mosquito parasitically sucking blood every single day of its life; heartily preferring to sleep on a lavatory of derogatory shit; abrogating the most majestic of silken delights, Suicide; is a chain of fanatically unpardonable misery; which perilously dries up every trace of mellifluously golden voice, Suicide; is the most prurient caricature of vibrantly ecstatic life; slithering like an obnoxiously infected worm; in the junkyards of dissolutely demonic dilapidation, Suicide; is dreadfully sinful abnegating of breath without the Lord’s consent; a misdeed which even his Omnisciently magnanimous grace; could never ever condone, Suicide is a tunnel of blindness without any end; Suicide is the most punitive betrayal of truth; desire; dream and immortal love; Suicide is an unrelentingly bloodstained night which inconsolably cries, Therefore massacre the very thought before it transcends you to commit forlorn suicide O! Man; and instead embrace timeless sensuality; instead embrace enchanting beauty; instead embrace unconquerable life….

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AND STILL EXPECT Could you disastrously empty the sky of its voluptuously crimson clouds; and still expect it to torrentially shower bountifully blissful droplets of sparkling rain ? Could you ruthlessly extricate the battlefield of its valiantly patriotic warriors; and still expect it to bring scintillatingly triumphant freedom for its sacrosanct motherland ? Could you barbarically pulverize the petals of the gorgeously imperial lotus; and still expect it to fulminate into a river of unfathomably enchanting scent ? Could you unabashedly strip the regale Sun of its flamboyantly sizzling rays; and still expect it to profoundly dazzle into an ocean of unassailably beautiful shine ? Could you murderously evict the earth of even the most infinitesimal of seed; and still expect it to salubriously glisten and blossom into the aisles of optimistically burgeoning prosperity ? Could you cold-bloodedly snap the wings of the boisterously soaring bird; and still expect it to exuberantly zip forward in cocoons of jubilantly azure sky and tirelessly fly high ? Could you treacherously evaporate every ounce of water in the limitless oceans; and still expect them to ravishingly undulate into ecstatic waves of rejuvenatingly thunderous froth ? Could you devastatingly bury the glittering diamond infinite feet beneath drearily threadbare mud; and still expect it to unceasingly radiate into a fountain of mesmerizing golden glimmer ? Could you mercilessly thrash the poignantly intricate spinal chord of the infant; and still expect it to unflinchingly gallop towards the skies of eternally triumphant freedom ? Could you preposterously chop the rosy stub of tongue in the mouth; and still expect it to unfurl into the most melodiously spell binding tunes of vivacious existence ? Could you savagely bombard the silken web into a countless incongruously debilitating pieces; and still expect the spider to merrily bounce in the corridors of insatiably uncontrollable ebullience ? 664

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Could you horrendously kill both the celestially compassionate parents; and still expect the child to timelessly bloom and invincibly smile ? Could you treacherously inundate the entire dwelling with acrimoniously jejune and prejudiced cockroaches; and still expect the rainbows of irrefutable truth to unconquerable enlighten; even after the very end of veritable time ? Could you diabolically suck every iota of blood from the harmonious body; and still expect it to intrepidly confront every impediment that vindictively confronted it in its way ? Could you devilishly maraud the resplendently impeccable whites; and still expect the eye to diffuse effulgent empathy; vividly sight beyond the contours of beauty and satiny graciousness ? Could you viciously pluck even the most diminutive blade of grass from the everlasting meadow; and still expect the cows to innocuous graze; romantically philander and exude into cisterns of immaculately divine milk ? Could you lay a gory battalion of blood-coated thorns in even the most ephemeral of his path; and still expect the traveler to dance in the winds of perennial exuberance for times immemorial ? Could you ruthlessly lambaste the stomach with whiplashes of bizarre emaciation; and still expect it to indefatigably languish in the entrenchment of gorgeously blessed replenishment ? Could you crudely lynch a harmlessly symbiotic organism; and still expect it to holistically proliferate countless more of its kind; continue God’s chapter of Omnipotent creation till its very last breath ? Could you truculently destroy the impregnable foundations of the towering edifice; and still expect that it relentlessly blazed as the most handsomely highest peak towards; regally crystalline sky ? Could you lasciviously deluge the nimbly placid atmosphere with sleazily tantalizing seductresses; and still expect the impressions of glorious righteousness to reign supreme; on every step that you resolutely tread ? Could you dictatorially assassinate every trace of stringent light; and still expect the pathetically destitute to find the needle from the incomprehensibly colossal haystack ? Could you deliberately constipate every glorious 665

constituent of your body; and still expect to mitigate every fraternity of tumultuously bereaved mankind ? Could you indiscriminately devour an unsurpassable bucket of ghastly needles; and still expect an aura of unparalleled serenity to linger across your persona; for decades limitless more to come ? Could you heinously masticate the one eyed vultures egg; and still expect the bird to bless you with all marvelously scintillating richness of philanthropically magnanimous life ? Could you insanely nail the silken ears with criminally torching iron bars; and still expect them to effusively decipher even the most mercurial trace of non-existent sound ? Could you grow a desert of penalizingly serrated cactus in your backyard; and still expect to witness exotically pristine angels to spawn at even the most evanescent unveiling of ingratiatingly velvety dawn ? Could you lethally maim the legs of the withering old man; and still expect him to victoriously transcend past the barriers of the 1000 M; marathon race ? Could you baselessly terrorize the sordidly trembling and orphaned urchin; and still expect fireballs of inexorably unending love to euphorically leap from every conceivable element of his hapless countenance ? Could you ominously shatter the mirror into boundless bits of obsolete fragments; and still expect it to irrevocably portray the most candid reflection that darted from your dastardly persona ? Could you unimaginably cut all fingers with the nondescript farmaxe; and still expect the palm to unravel every unleashing instant of the day; into an compassionately overflowing barrage of stupendously raw artistry ? Could you wildly run without a cloth on your body abreast the busy traffic street; and still expect the most eclectic accolades of civilized culture to be bestowed upon you; till the earth lived and countless births beyond your time ? Could you vanquish every compassionate draught of air that cascaded from the nostril; and still expect the heavens of passionately pulsating life to flower into the mists of fantastically unending desire ? And Could you tyrannically strip life of the immortal love it throbbed every minute for; and still expect it to become the most pricelessly prosperous; aristocratically rise above every other entity on this 666

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RETIRED There was a time when I incessantly coaxed my boss to relieve me early; liberating me an infinitesimal trifle of my debilitatingly coercing schedule, While today; every bone in my body irascibly itched to step outside; at even the tiniest insinuation of bird cry or flickering light….. There was a time when I gritted my teeth an indefatigable moment in the realms of snobbishly pretentious office; insatiably wanting to nestle in the lap of wholesome solitariness and far away from the impudent hustle-bustle of the sickening corporate crowd, While today; I found the most spuriously lackadaisical of reasons; to tirelessly converse with every stranger that I encountered on the streets….. There was a time when I profoundly felt like charring every cranny of the lecherously asphyxiating office into threadbare ash; uninhibitedly staring at fathomless bits of azure sky without a soul to interrupt my unassailably ebullient fantasy, While today; I pleadingly looked at even the most sordidly cloistered dustbins; to relentlessly talk to me; share with me the experiences of their life…. There was a time when I was ready to pay any price on this earth to be wholesomely relieved of polishing my devilish boss’s shoes; feeling like audaciously slapping every entity in the match-box conference room whiling away its time in slang; smoke and wine, While today; I unrelentingly envied flamboyant youth euphorically darting towards work at the crack of nine; the spirit of profuse accomplishment in their bones; which had since long left mine…. There was a time when I had truculent nightmares of approaching death very soon even in the most brilliant of daylight; as I had to inevitably blend with the dogmatic corporate world to pay the rent for my very own soil, While today; I attended every pulsating party without even the slightest of invitation; fervently trying to engage all; from the prince to the butler in my tales of vibrant life; while they kicked my dithering skeleton on the dusty pathways and out…. There was a time when I felt pathetically staggering for fresh breath; amidst unruly crowds of politicians; my tycoon compatriots; and my boss’s unreasonable 668

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lambasting me for achieving the best; although it meant digging countless feet beneath my grave, While today; every element of my countenance was disastrously suffocating in the interiors of my own dwelling; with the society rejecting my quaintly quavering voice like frigid nothingness; and without even the most mercurial mission in my decaying hands… There was a time when I vomited even the last morsel of food in my stomach at the very mention of travelling; dismally sick of putting a pompous smile in front of the inhumanly tight lipped customer; although I felt like spitting on his worthless mercedes, While today; I felt that the biggest achievement of my life was in my insipidly laborious morning walk; as that was the only opportunity I could salvage; to drift my ailing form from my purposeless house…. There was a time when I obnoxiously detested people who superfluously adorned their bodies with meaningless jewelry; wasting their entire wealth on baseless ostentation; when countless deprived just needed two morsels of food to lead life, While today; my greedy eyes uncontrollably sighted the postman every sweltering afternoon; ardently waiting for greetings; gifts; just anything to come my way; enlightening my derogatorily deadened eyes; amidst my lackluster activity of snapping flies… There was a time when I ferociously jeered at extra population and pertinently perpetuating cries; wanting my very own free space to majestically lead the chapter of vivacious life, While today; I passionately longed for an unfathomable clutter of voices round my ghoulish abode; incorrigibly clung to the feet of every bystander who passed my trajectory; even as my very own blood; gruesomely abandoned me to die…. O! Yes; there was a time when I was euphorically young; squandering whatever I wanted to; malevolently complaining about dastardly office one in a while; at the same time falling in immortal love; achieving even the most parsimonious of dreams floating in the aisles of unprecedented desire, While today; I didn’t know which direction to tread although the earth beneath me still reverberated with ecstatic cheer; although the planet around me still continued to blossom into triumphant newness; while I perennially craved for those golden days once again; as I had now RETIRED…. 669

NO You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you profoundly want to become something in life; transcend beyond the realms of desperate malice for times immemorial, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you dazzling dare to revolutionize the complexion of this dreary planet; inundate its trajectory with unbelievably mesmerizing streaks of raw artistry, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you holistically want to lead a life of irrefutable self-dignity; hold your head always high irrespective of the most ghastliest of hell raining on you; from all sides, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you ardently wish to metamorphose even the most infinitesimal of benign dreams; into an unflinchingly eternal reality, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you unshakably crave to evolve an entrenchment of your own voluptuous fantasies; in the very midst of monotonously crippling politics and salacious prejudice, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you indefatigably yearn to philander intrepidly in the heart of resplendently twinkling midnight; tantalizingly romance with the majesty of seductive blackness; while the tycoon world huddled in blankets of disdain inside, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you unequivocally want to blissfully survive; embrace the winds of heavenly triumph; amidst a pack of parasitically blood sucking and insidiously manipulative wolves, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you irrevocably perceive to fulminate into a fireball of unconquerable righteousness; for infinite more births of yours; yet to unveil, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you unsurpassably want to mitigate all truculently lambasted humanity; miraculously free them from the clutches of the remorsefully morbid devil, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you unrelentingly dreamt to blend with the waves of brilliant exuberance; paying a deaf ear to the inclemently meaningless norms of the sardonically turgid society, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you insatiably want to spawn your very own inimitable personality; blossom into a legend from the very grass roots; without emulating any of the luminaries even an 670

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inconspicuous trifle, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you invincibly want to embody our cornucopia of priceless truth; amidst an unfathomable civilization of invidiously derogatory corruption, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you intransigently want to accept the treacherously orphaned as your very own ingredient of blood; despite indescribably gory objection from the worthlessly barking society, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you uncompromisingly want to exist every minute for the cause of Omnisciently sparkling mankind; symbiotically mélange with all caste; creed; tribe and religion; bountifully alike, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you relentlessly want to free your sacrosanct motherland; from the viciously pernicious maelstrom of; severely adulterated raunchiness, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you jubilantly want to frolic in the aisles of untainted innocuousness; even as the abominable globe outside were busy perpetuating pints of victimizing venom into the mouths of the newly born, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you unstoppably want to become an optimistic ray of hope for all those miserably shattered; even as crime lethally proliferated on every quarter of this earth; as the clock ticked, You’ve got to learn to speak it; if you want to perpetually bond with the spirit of your true love; even as the most mercurial element of the world outside ignominiously lambasted you with dirt and unforgivable abuse, The word was easy yet unassailably strong; the word consisted of just two alphabets yet bestowed you with the power to confront even the most Herculean of impediments; the word was negative yet imparted you with the tenacity to do whatever right you chose, So c’mon folks; get ready to celestially fulfill your every dream; get ready to take over the entire conventional planet for the cause of immortal love; get ready to transform this world once again into an enchanting paradise; but before you could do anything; get ready to look the devil in his eye; and say a big NO…..

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I DIDN’T WANT TO LIVE I didn’t want to smile; not even express even the most infinitesimal iota of my happiness, I didn’t want to run; not even drift my euphorically exhilarating foot even a fraction forward; to gallop with the perniciously dying winds, I didn’t want to wrestle; not even bulge even an insipid swell of muscle; out of my profoundly poignant and knotted shirt, I didn’t want to sing; not even stretch even the most inconspicuous chord of my throat; to pump melody in the disdainfully bereaved atmosphere, I didn’t want to emulate; not even copy even the most capricious of actions of cold-bloodedly wandering devils; flaming and around, I didn’t want to embrace; not even swirl even the most remote chunk of my poignantly robust flesh; towards devilishly abhorrently entities on this colossal planet, I didn’t want to sleep; not even close my heavenly eyelids an ephemeral inch; to replenish my devastated countenance with spell binding sleep, I didn’t want to flirt; not even liberate even the most fugitive glimpse of my mischievous visage; towards the viciously adulterated ambience around, I didn’t want to triumph; not even unfurl into the most diminutive shadow of blazing vibrancy; amidst the parasites ghastily sucking blood outside, I didn’t want to fantasize; not even tax the crannies of my brain a mercurial shadow; to perceive about this salaciously penalizing and gory world, I didn’t want to yawn; not even relax my exasperatedly beleaguered body a parsimonious trifle; to relish the fruits of this miserably blood-soaked globe, I didn’t want to eat; not even satiate my horrendously famished tongue an ethereal component; with the fodder of truculently dictatorial tyranny, I didn’t want to stare; not even concentrate an obfuscated bit with my diligent eyes; worthlessly whiling away my time sighting the ungainly rich mercilessly thrashing the diminutively deprived, I didn’t want to bless; not even shower even the most oblivious trace of my empathy; to all those erecting their palaces of gold on bountifully innocent soil; and then opening their discordant mouths to whine, I didn’t want to pray; not even ask the Almighty Lord 672

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even an evanescent showering of bliss; with all baselessly marauding and massacring politicians metamorphosing this earth into the most ultimate of disaster, I didn’t want to preach; not even waste even the most faintest rhythm of my sagacious voice; for all those dastardly rascals who sold their own mothers; for bathing in raunchy cigar smoke and wine, I didn’t want to breathe; not even fill my lungs a threadbare trace; with the maliciously venomous graveyard of air; perfidiously lingering outside, I didn’t want to love; not even fulminate even the most inaudible beat of my heart; towards an entrenchment of vindictive lies and worthlessness; that brutally incarcerated me in this robotic age; from all sides, O! Yes; I have no shame whatsoever in divulging that I didn’t want to live anymore in this treacherously lambasting world today; for if this planet as manipulative as it was for just one more minute; then it was better to commit suicide and die; than to kiss the fireballs of celestially sacred life…..

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1 AND 100 When I turned 1; I incoherently mumbled threadbare gibberish; although was blossoming every unfurling minute into an entrenchment of unfathomably never-ending newness, At 100 I still found myself incoherently mumbling threadbare gibberish; but each word of mine irrevocably led me towards; the valley of remorsefully ghastly and torturously inclement death….. When I turned 1; I found even the most vibrantly opalescent of colors as immaculately satiny white; although was blooming with the scent of symbiotic mankind more ardently as each day unfurled into enchantingly exotic night, At 100 I still found even the most vibrantly opalescent of colors as immaculately satiny white; but each perception of mine truculently led me towards; the gutterline of squalidly indescribable and baselessly massacring death…. When I turned 1; I gave an inquisitively blank stare at everything alien; although was fascinatingly painting the barren palette of this colossal Universe; with majestically fructifying shades of my innocuous artistry, At 100 I still found myself giving an inquisitively blank stare at everything alien; but each stare of mine irretrievably led me towards; the corpse of lethally penalizing and grotesquely vicious death… When I turned 1; I got thunderously astounded at even the most mercurial speck of sound and light; although was fulminating into a cloudburst of unrelenting energy as each instant unveiled into a wholesome minute, At 100 I still found myself thunderously astounded at even the most mercurial speck of sound and light; but each astonishment of mine perniciously led me towards; the hell of diabolically savage and horrendously abusive death….. When I turned 1; I felt mystically overawed at even the most ethereally meek rays of the evening Sun; although was transcending above the realms of Omnipotent heaven; to be the absolute favorite of Almighty Lord, At 100 I still found myself mystically overawed at 674

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even the most ethereally meek rays of the evening Sun; but each exhilarated sensation of mine ominously led me towards; the graveyards of discordantly dilapidated and vindictively crucifying death….. When I turned 1; I exploded into a mountain of uncontrollable giggles at witnessing even an insipid replica of my reflection in the scintillating mirror; although was spawning into a wave of ebulliently flirtatious timelessness, At 100 I still found myself exploding into a mountain of uncontrollable giggles at witnessing even an insipid replica of my reflection; but each laughter of mine insatiably led me towards; the train of horrifically sardonic and lecherously pulverizing death…. When I turned 1; I inevitably stumbled on every step that I tread in my illusionary quest to reach the sky; although was diffusing a wave of unsurpassably benign graciousness; embracing the religion of humanity wherever I went, At 100 I still found myself stumbling at every step that I tread in my illusionary quest to reach the sky; but each step of mine intransigently led me towards; the gallows of salaciously nonchalant and parasitically gloomy death….. When I turned 1; I got overwhelmingly petrified at even the most parsimonious outrage of people around me; although was uniting more prolifically every second with all stupendously enthralling goodness of the celestial atmosphere, At 100 I still found myself overwhelmingly petrified at even the most parsimonious outrage of people around me; but each scream of mine immutably led me towards; the shadows of gruesomely despicable and tyrannically traumatizing death….. When I turned 1; I inconsolably cried as sordidly blackened night approached; although was paving a path of ubiquitously unassailable and blazing righteousness with my sacredly innocent wails, At 100 I still found myself inconsolably crying as sordidly blackened night approached; but each cry of mine intractably led me towards; the pigstacks of abhorrently stinking and criminally vengeful death…. When I turned 1; I groped in utterly collapsing darkness about various aspects of life even as incredulously brilliant rays of light wholesomely encapsulated the trajectory of fathomless sky; although was the most eternally sparkling mate of 675

angels in the heavenly cosmos, At 100 I still found myself groping in utterly collapsing darkness about various aspects of life even as incredulously brilliant rays of the light wholesomely encapsulated the trajectory of fathomless sky; but each wavering of mine cold-bloodedly led me towards; the shattered glasses of invidiously sinister and insanely dolorous death…. And when I turned 1; I found even the most nimbly subservient entity around me as an unfathomably towering monster; although was embarking onto the road to triumphantly unending existence with the fires of enchantment slowly entering into my nostrils, At 100 I still found even the most nimbly subservient entity around me as an unfathomably towering monster; but each bewildered sensation of mine incorrigibly led me towards; the dungeons of disparagingly disconsolate and gruesomely gory death….

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100% NATURAL At times an inferno of poignantly towering emotions; while at times a meadow of resplendently blissful tranquility that stretched for times immemorial, At times an astoundingly prolific bombardment of restlessness; while at times a river of celestially milky and exotically unending enchantment, At times an untamed volcano of tantalizing voluptuousness; while at times as beautifully heavenly as the mystical mists on the spell bindingly gregarious mountaintops, At times a ferociously undulating sea of unbelievably ecstatic exhilaration; while at times the majestically sleeping castle of fathomless dreams, At times an indefatigably reverberating catharsis of the countenance; while at times the ingratiatingly innocuous pearl floating in holistic harmony; at the bottom of blue sea, At times an impudently overpowering monster transcending over the realms of pragmatic sagaciousness; while at times the boundless fleet of silken birds regally sweeping through the clouds, ‘ At times a passionately never ending fire that Omnipotently enlightened the complexion of this dreary planet; while at times a phlegmatically lazing tortoise; paying an absolute deaf ear to the conventionally turgid society, At times wave of endlessly swirling and enthralling excitement; while at times a nimble dewdrop sensitively curled; and waiting for the very first rays of; fantastically ephemeral dawn, At times a blazingly marching patriotic soldier for whom even the ghastliest of death caused no fear; while at times at river of amiably drifting contentment; in complete synergy with the Lord Divine, At times a profoundly ambiguous wind incessantly vacillating between the limitless shades of vivacious life; while at times the rejuvenating incense sticks of irrefutably sparkling truth, At times an unrelenting cistern of ebullient happiness; while at times inevitably entrenched by obfuscated skies of disparaging sadness, At times a perennial whirlwind of insurmountable 677

rhapsody; while at times a timidly retreating butterfly sandwiched in cocoons of sordid remorsefulness, At times a fireball of indefatigably uxorious fantasy which never ends; while at times an impeccably sleeping angel wholesomely oblivious to the unfurling of rapid time, At times an unparalleled storm which took the entire living race by radically dramatic surprise; while at times a sheepish leaf wilting towards even the most infinitesimal draught of breeze, At times carving a way of its very own amidst countless others engulfed with baseless rigidity; while at times stooping like an obeisant angel in front of the Almighty divine, At times an eternally frolicking peacock vividly flirting behind the hills; while at times fretting and fuming in the aisles of treacherously betraying morbidity, At times an unsurpassable caravan of philanthropic goodness; while at times lured by fabulously eloping and nubile damsels as the bodies euphorically titillated in the moon soaked night, O! Yes; at times this; while at times an unfathomable shade of that; but one thing was intransigently undeniable; that whether I lived forever in the paradise of heaven; or whether I forever rotted in the gallows of hell with the word die; my heart was; is and would always remain 100% NATURAL…..

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I WOULD FOREVER REMAIN Call me a lump of infinitesimally squashed tomato; or Call me the diminutive tip of a sordidly despicable matchstick rotting in the abominably fetid garbage heap, Call me a languid spider nonchalantly fretting on the damp walls; or Call me the wisp of that capriciously fleeting cloud which didn’t know even the slightest of how to enchantingly rain, Call me an insipid molecule of threadbare dust being blown to far and obsolete places with the tiniest draught of wind; or Call me a preposterously pot-bellied whale devouring countless innocent in a single mouthful, Call me a ghastily unforgiving demon blowing my worthless trumpet at will; or Call me a lecherous parasite sucking innocuous blood even as midnight unfurled into the scintillatingly spell binding day, Call me a baseless moron staring purposelessly into boundless bits of blue sky; or Call me a sleazily mud coated pig aimlessly wandering without even contributing an ethereal iota to the fabric of this colossal planet, Call me an insane lunatic paying a wholesomely deaf ear to the inclement orders of the conventional society; or Call me an irately impudent brat; indiscriminately feasting on the wealth of my sacrosanct ancestors, Call me an invidious ant horrifically stinging the chapter of glorious existence; or Call me the grotesquely menacing crocodiles tooth ever ready to pulverize anything in vicinity; to inconsequential pulp, Call me stray gutter water meaninglessly gushing across the dusty street; or Call me uxoriously fanatic behind the tantalizingly raunchy seductress, Call me a graveyard of utterly deplorably loneliness; or Call me a lackadaisically nonsensical flower without even the most obfuscated insinuation of scent, Call me a dastardly traitor turning my back to my sacred motherland; or Call me a wave of unendingly treacherous obsession which could never ever end, Call me a pugnacious insect buzzing in cacophonically discordant incoherence when the world slept; or Call me a demon having a gargantuan appetite for every 679

insidious thing in the chapter of vibrant life, Call me the most curled bristle of the sweepers avaricious broomstick; or Call me a complete misfit to symbiotically exist with the harmoniously melodious society, Call me a miserably maimed organism without hands and feet; or Call me abysmally dumb when it came to matters of synergistic pragmatism, Call me a punitive curse for the trajectory of this boundless planet; or Call me a bizarre eunuch pathetically unable to procreate even an element of my own kind, Call me a brutally massacred and orphaned egg; or Call me the disdainfully abhorrent grime on the shoe; which intractably refused to move even an mercurial inch, Call me a ludicrously fading reflection eventually blending with the oblivious horizons; or Call me an impotently undulating ocean without even the tiniest trace of poignantly ravishing salt, Call me a disastrously slithering fish without any aim or direction; or Call me a destructive volcano of negative energy; born only to annihilate civilizations to traceless ash, Call me gory impediment for one and all on this globe alike; or Call me a ghoulishly venomous spirit spreading its remorseful jinx even centuries after veritable death, And you could Call me by whatever name that you could ever conceive; But for those of you who like me; and even for all those of you who detested even the most remote fraction of my quavering shadow; I would still and forever remain the way I am today; immortally bonded with love; immortally bonded with a fathomless entrenchment of poetry; poetry and just; sensuously divine poetry….

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LIFE’S A COMPLETE CIRCLE…. The best of the most invincibly fragrant heavens or the worst of the most pathetically deteriorating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, The best of the most bountifully Omnipotent heavens or the worst of the most ghastily impoverished of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, The best of the most blazingly triumphant heavens; or the worst of the most brutally crucifying of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, The best of the most beautifully iridescent heavens; or the worst of the most sinfully pulverizing of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, The best of the most unbelievably ecstatic heavens; or the worst of the most cadaverously torturous of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, The best of the most jubilantly blessing heavens; or the worst of the most traumatically slandering of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, The best of the most blissfully ubiquitous heavens; or the worst of the most disgracefully devilish of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, The best of the most symbiotically fructifying heavens; or the worst of the most hedonistically massacring of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, The best of the most poignantly effulgent heavens; or the worst of the most sadistically cannibalistic of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 681

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even think about, For Life’s a complete circle. And whatever blessedly good or unforgivably sinful that you do in the tenure of your destined life; comes back to you sometime or the other in the same equivalent form and in this very lifetime of yours; without caring the slightest; thinking about; or waiting for the tiniest of heaven or ribald hell to unfurl….

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More than the most unbelievably efficacious of medicines; which irrefutably proclaimed to swipe every trifle of disease forever from your deplorably impoverished form, More than the most impregnably fortified of milk; which irrefutably proclaimed to impart such an ardent tenacity to every of your shriveled bone; which was harder than the hardest of rock, More than the most brilliantly scintillating of mirrors; which irrefutably proclaimed to candidly portray even the most hopelessly obfuscated shades of your lugubriously disheveled persona, More than the most unassailably learned of saints; who irrefutably proclaimed to ameliorate you of even the most ghastliest of pain; by simply caressing a singleton whisker of your hair with their fingertips, More than the most vividly euphoric of breeze; which irrefutably proclaimed to timelessly rejuvenate even the most tawdrily decrepit of your nerves; pricelessly bestow you with caverns of unprecedented exhilaration, More than the most indomitably parading of dinosaurs; who irrefutably proclaimed to make you the strongest organism on this fathomlessly emollient Universe; as they hoisted you towards the sky in their arms, More than the most ravishingly undulating of seas; which irrefutably proclaimed to bless every cranny of your bereaved soul with such tanginess; that you’d never ever feel the perils of treacherous exhaustion, More than the most jubilantly bewitching of fairies; which irrefutably proclaimed to inexhaustibly liberate you from even the most inconspicuous of your worries; placing you forever in the eternal grass of paradise, More than most Omnipotently blazing of Sun; which irrefutably proclaimed to vanquish even the most fugitive ounce of depression from your bones; perpetuating you to forever march forward in optimistic rhapsody, More than the most eternally foliated of trees; which irrefutably proclaimed to limitlessly mollify you with their bountifully symbiotic consanguinity; put you into a state of eternally celestial rest, 684

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More than the most iridescently magnetic of stars; which irrefutably proclaimed to incredulously tantalize you out of your every agony; be perennially there as your sole savior for an infinite more lives, More than the most stupendously enamoring of rainbows; which irrefutably proclaimed to magically mitigate you of your delirious obsessions; bring out the blessed human in you for times immemorial, More than the most enviably contemporary of contraptions; which irrefutably proclaimed to incredulously ease every cynically onerous task of your life; at a speed faster than that of fervent light, More than the most triumphantly virile of seeds; which irrefutably proclaimed to embody in you such an astounding virility; that even the most saddened part of you proliferated into boundless cisterns of effulgent happiness, More than the most majestically undefeated of kings; who irrefutably proclaimed to replace even the most ethereal insinuations of your poverty; with a heaven of unceasingly invincible gold; silver and richness, More than the most sensuously inebriating of clouds; which irrefutably proclaimed to tirelessly enshroud every frazzled dormitory of your brain with royal fantasy; making you fly above the land of infinite infinity even as you alighted your first foot to walk, More than the most infallibly fearless of friends; who irrefutably proclaimed to forever annihilate every trace of angst in your conscience; with the unbeatably peerless bond of their everlasting friendship, More than the most immortal fulminations of your blood; breath and heart; which irrefutably proclaimed to keep the dwindling spirit in your devastated countenance; alive for a countless million births yet to unveil, If anything was ever going to cure you of the worst of your mental or physical ailments; then it is solely and only your perpetually augmenting desire to live and let live from the most innermost realms of your soul; irrespective of whatever you were ever confronted with; of course with the blessings and the grace of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord…

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I LIVE TO DIE ONEDAY. AND DIE TO LIVE EVERYDAY. I stayed tirelessly awake only to inevitably sleep one day; and I humanely slept one day; only to truly relish even an inconspicuous moment of being vivaciously awake; everyday, I unassailably triumphed only to inevitably fail one day; and I humanely failed one day; only to truly relish even the most infinitesimal fragrance of unfettered triumph; everyday, I inexhaustibly absorbed brilliantly optimistic Sunlight only to inevitably blacken one day; and I humanely blackened one day; only to truly relish even the most obliviously disappearing trace of Omnipotent Sunlight; everyday, I profusely basked in the glory of rose scent only to inevitably stagnate one day; and I humanely stagnated one day; only to truly relish even the tiniest wisp of eternal scent; everyday, I astoundingly floated in the clouds only to inevitably bury one day; and I humanely buried one day; only to truly relish even the most evanescent entrenchment of sensuous clouds; everyday, I indefatigably adventured only to inevitably robotize one day; and I humanely robotized one day; only to truly relish even the most fugitively eluding winds of tantalizing adventure; everyday, I timelessly smiled only to inevitably sadden one day; and I humanely saddened one day; only to truly relish even the most obsolete insinuations of heavenly smiles; everyday, I insuperably preached only to inevitably forget one day; and I humanely forgot one day; only to truly relish even the most vanishing element of wonderfully liberating preaching; everyday, I unceasingly ate the most synergistically succulent food only to inevitably starve one day; and I humanely starved one day; only to truly relish even the most diminutive iota of jubilantly fructifying food; everyday, 686

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I unflinchingly spoke the truth only to inevitably lie one day; and I humanely lied one day; only to truly relish even the most ethereal innuendo of victoriously Omnipresent truth; everyday, I infallibly replenished only to inevitably disembowel one day; and I humanely disemboweled one day; only to truly relish even the most obfuscated ounce of compassionately burgeoning replenishment; everyday, I inexorably conquered only to inevitably slaver one day; and I humanely slavered one day; only to truly relish even the most mercurial aura of royally priceless conquering; everyday, I endlessly romanced only to inevitably betray one day; and I humanely betrayed one day; only to truly relish even the most infidel thread of perennially spawning romance; everyday, I limitlessly joked only to inevitably depress one day; and I humanely depressed one day; only to truly relish even the most parsimonious dramatization of everlastingly ebullient joke; everyday, I uncontrollably proliferated only to inevitably disintegrate one day; and I humanely disintegrated one day; only to truly relish even the most sequestered strand of handsomely amazing proliferation; everyday, I unfathomably magnetized only inevitably commercialize one day; and I humanely commercialized one day; only to truly relish even the most cloistered fabric of eternally resplendent magnetization; everyday, I unsurpassably radiated with power only to inevitably shrivel one day; and I humanely shriveled one day; only to truly relish even the most evanescent pathway of Omnipresently blessing power; everyday, I unceasingly rolled in unlimited riches only to inevitably emaciate one day; and I humanely emaciated one day; only to truly relish even the most feckless ingredient of symbiotically sensuous richness; everyday, I immortally throbbed only to inevitably stone one day; and I humanely stoned one day; only to truly relish even the most invisible horizon of inimitably consecrating immortality; everyday, And I unstoppably lived only to inevitably die one day; and I humanely died one day; only to truly relish even the most minuscule shade of Omnisciently ever-pervading life; everyday….

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THE VERY FIRST BREATH IS INFACT DEATH… When the Omnipotent Sun first shines brilliantly in fathomless sky; it is infact the very first indication of satanic darkness; inevitably about to usurp every trace of conceivable light on planet divine. When altruistic Truth first majestically descends upon inscrutable earth; it is infact the very first indication of tawdry evil; inevitably about to settle upon every tangible and intangible leaf of planet divine. When unlimited Happiness first burgeons in the unconquerable atmosphere; it is infact the very first indication of inexplicable misery; inevitably about to capsize every free space of planet divine. When the indomitable Lion first roars in the untamed forests; it is infact the very first indication of limitless silence; inevitably about to plummet upon the amazing labyrinth of planet divine. When Intrepidly blazing Victory first kisses the fabric of the cosmos; it is infact the very first indication of lugubrious defeat; inevitably about to strangulate every perceivable cranny of planet divine. When Symbiotic Humanity first unites every caste; creed; color on this earth; it is infact the very first indication of sadistic prejudice; inevitably about to divide every holistic parchment of planet divine. When the most pricelessly inimitable Pearls first glimmer on the trajectory of this earth; it is infact the very first indication of crucifying poverty; inevitably about to dismantle the impregnable crux of planet divine. When the Righteous Mirror first reflects your truest persona to the entire world; it is infact the very first indication of despondent haziness; inevitably about to disorient the redolent chapters of planet divine. When the first Virile Leaf royally fructifies from lackadaisically black soil; it is infact the very first indication of hapless decay; inevitably about to quagmire even the most infinitesimal barren space of planet divine. When the blessed Muscles first radiate into rays of unfettered strength; it is infact the very first indication of cancerous weakness; inevitably about to incarcerate every synergistic turnstile of planet 688

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divine. When the Sensuous Clouds shower their first droplet of golden rain upon ardent earth; it is infact the very first indication of hedonistic drought; inevitably about to gobble every celestial nook & cranny of planet divine. When the Virile Body first sprouts into unbelievably ecstatic seeds of survival; it is infact the very first indication of jinxed infertility; inevitably about to massacre every palpable speck of planet divine. When Insuperable Blood first radiates into the unsurpassable fervor of humanity; it is infact the very first indication of amorphous meaninglessness; inevitably about to uproot the complexion of planet divine. When the Benign Eye first diffuses into cisterns of invincible empathy; it is infact the very first indication of vicarious heartlessness; inevitably about to puncture the filament of planet divine. When the Fathomless Brain first commences to timelessly fantasize; it is infact the very first indication of heinous deliriousness; inevitably about to disjoint the astounding articulation of planet divine. When the Unassailable Peak of the mountain first looms large towards incredulous sky; it is infact the very first indication of mortifying downfall; inevitably about to behead every trifle of success on planet divine. When the Effulgent Nightingale first sings its most unfathomably mellifluous tune in the crimson evening; it is infact the very first indication of acrimonious malice; inevitably about to gouge every sparkling eye of planet divine. When the Immortal Heart throbs its first beat of rhapsodically Perpetual love; it is infact the very first indication of invidious betrayal; inevitably about to assassinate every bit of compassion on planet divine. And when the First form of life bountifully spawns for the first time on this amazingly fragrant globe; it is infact the very first indication of inescapable death; inevitably about to hopelessly end existence on planet divine.

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that howsoever perennial you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that indefatigably trampling and vindictive; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might open your mouth solely to bark an unsurpassable valley of indescribable abuse; but remember O! dogged Man; that howsoever correct you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that wantonly decrepit and castigating; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might deliriously suck every droplet of blood from the veins of existing organism of this Universe; but remember O! vagabond Man; that howsoever insuperable you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that ominously violent and extinguishing; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might chop the head and foot of every priceless animal in the forest just to embellish the walls of your spurious living room; but remember O! unsavory Man; that howsoever ubiquitous you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that pathetically distraught and feckless; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might ruthlessly devastate an infinite civilizations with your bawdy atom bombs; but remember O! dictatorial Man; that howsoever audacious you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that invidiously ribald and victimizing; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might sadistically like to play cricket with the eyeballs of newborn children after cold-bloodedly gouging them; but remember O! uncouth Man; that howsoever victorious you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; sacrilegiously divesting and hideous; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might barbarously nail your very own idiosyncratically traumatic eccentricities upon every pristine face alive; but remember O! venomous Man; that howsoever supernatural you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that atrociously demonic and cynical; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might mockingly blow away every old person you encountered on the streets with the puffs of your 691

unrelentingly rebuking breath; but remember O! tyrannical Man; that howsoever magical you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that brutally strangulating and vituperative; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might lecherously compel every person on earth to hoarsely beg; but remember O! maniacal Man; that howsoever Kingly you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that disparagingly nullifying and sinking; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might bury all those people who didn’t obey your worthless commands to an infinite feet beneath lackadaisical soil; but remember O! impoverished Man; that howsoever Gigantic you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that perilously massacring and balderdash; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might shatter a fathomless hearts with your swords of blood-stained hatred and malice; but remember O! penurious Man; that howsoever Omnipotent you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that preposterously rugged and torn; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse. You might lead every moment of your life disseminating only the venom of malicious discrimination into every organism alive; but remember O! licentious Man; that howsoever celestial you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that cannibalistically beleaguered and unsolicited corpse. And you might snatch the breath of whosoever you wished at gay abandon making use of all your acrimoniously contemporary paraphernalia; but remember O! destitute Man; that howsoever invincible you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that pugnaciously disoriented and flagrant; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse.

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IF RAPE IS INEVITABLE; ENJOY IT…. If drowning in the fathomlessly treacherous ocean seems inevitable; why not start to stupendously relish the unbelievably tangy spray of the sea on every pore of your nakedly impoverished skin, If falling from the absolute epitome of Everest seems inevitable; why not start to passionately embrace every draught of exuberant air; as you unstoppably plummeted like thunderbolts of lightening towards heartless ground, If being bitten by the diabolically ominous serpent seems inevitable; why not start to unfathomably admire its majestically unconquerable hood; as it uncontrollably quivered under the pristinely impeccable light of the midnight moon, If being victimized by acrimoniously slandering isolation seems inevitable; why not start to unceasingly kiss the tranquil silence with the periphery of your rubicund lips; even as there wasn’t a trace of civilization till countless centuries apart, If being excoriated into nothingness whilst trapped in a lion’s cage seems inevitable; why not start to tirelessly feast your eyes upon the unflinching patriotism; that wafted from every ingredient of your blood that now almost overwhelmed the fabric of the Universe, If being slit open by a demonically gleaming knife seems inevitable; why not start to mesmerize every cranny of the whites of your eye; with its magical gleam even at the cruelest hour of the ribald night, If satanically crucifying starvation seems inevitable; why not start to fondle and massage each of your pathetically tyrannized bone; to the most ultimate epitomes of ecstasy and satisfaction, If cadaverously penalizing blindness seems inevitable; why not start to envisage the entire world as a paradise of uninhibited nakedness; eternally dancing in the winds of sensuously untamed blackness, If horrendously subjugating deafness seems inevitable; why not start to 693

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why not undyingly enjoy the ultimate dewdrops of virility; now sinfully but eventually amalgamating two bodies as one…

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NO OPTIONS AFTER DEATH…. Some said that there was only and just brutally crucifying darkness; a wall of satanically pulverizing blackness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just ghastily crippling silence; an unsurpassable coffin of tyrannically hopeless devastation; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just enchantingly invincible paradise; a festoon of royally resplendent heavens to welcome you; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just gruesomely ribald boredom; unsurpassable mortuaries of deplorably crucifying frustration; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just sadistically satanic torture; brutal excoriation of even the most infinitesimal of bones; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just fetidly abhorrent stench; limitless dungeons of sacrilegious decay; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just insanely bawdy mania; uprooting every ingredient of celestial happiness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just diabolically annihilating hell; the carcasses of unceasingly vindictive doomsday; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just unconquerably perpetual rebirth; the same form of life being consummately replaced by another; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just true emancipation of the soul; with 696

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it entering another symbiotically holy spirit; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just profanely livid loneliness; every iota of the blood being frozen into wisps of inane meaninglessness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just hedonistically evil distortion; the graveyards of the most cancerously maiming of disease plaguing every ounce of your vibrant existence; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just a despairing oblivion of infinite infinity; helplessness and ominous hopelessness on every step that you dared tread; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just an invidious apocalypse of hysterical sobbing; a haunted house of inconsolably never-ending misery; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just a tomb of indefatigable bad luck; where even the most evanescent droplet of water that you tried to consume metamorphosing into victimizing venom; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just a Universe of blessed re-incarnation; unassailably Omnipotent life spawning on every quarter of earth; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just a pigstalk of stinkingly debasing lies; a jailhouse of lecherously penalizing felony; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Some said that there was only and just a lugubriously jinxed ghost; forlornly cursed wails of tawdrily decrepit nothingness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died, Whilst I said that as long as you lived and there was life; there simply wasn’t anything like death; not even the most ethereal of its agnostic insinuation; and after you wholesomely relinquished your very last 697

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TIMELESSLY INSEPARABLE TALKING…. If it was your lusciously mesmerizing lips that wonderfully whispered; then it was my ardently igniting kisses that would do every bit of the timelessly enthralling talking, If it was your fantastically hazel eyes that tranquilly whispered; then it was my indefatigably vivacious eyelashes that would do every bit of the timelessly flirtatious talking, If it was your intrepidly celestial ears that charismatically whispered; then it was my inexhaustibly exploring tongue that would do every bit of the timelessly exploring talking, If it was your seductively redolent feet that uninhibitedly whispered; then it was my irrefutably infallible trail that would do every bit of the timelessly adventurous talking, If it was your daintily articulate fingers that unrestrictedly whispered; then it was my magically ameliorating artistry that would do every bit of the timelessly passionate talking, If it was your celestially symbiotic shoulders that fantastically whispered; then it was my innocuously pristine selflessness that would do every bit of the timelessly redolent talking, If it was your enigmatically unruly armpits that seductively whispered; then it was my pricelessly golden perspiration that would do every bit of the timelessly bountiful talking, If it was your impeccably nubile chin that ebulliently whispered; then it were my infinite enamoring goose-bumps that would do every bit of the timelessly undefeated talking, If it was your voluptuously ardent breasts that resplendently whispered; then it was my unceasingly kneading palms that would do every bit of the timelessly unbridled talking, If it was your iridescently embellished belly that jubilantly 699

whispered; then it was my unstoppably machismo hunger that would do every bit of the timelessly intermingling talking, If it was your triumphantly truthful veins that ecstatically whispered; then it was my unassailably crimson blood that would do every bit of the timelessly blessed talking, If it was your innovatively intriguing brain that unrestrictedly whispered; then it was my astoundingly fathomless fantasy that would do every bit of the timelessly exhilarating talking, If it was your exotically desirous thighs that spell bindingly whispered; then it was my uncannily untamed electricity that would do every bit of the timelessly fervent talking, If it was your unbelievably mellifluous throat that gorgeously whispered; then it was my inimitably new-born voice that would do every bit of the timelessly effulgent talking, If it was your beautifully sculptured toes that inscrutably whispered; then it was my unfathomably magical shadow that would do every bit of the timelessly endowing talking, If it was your piquantly hissing panic button that surreptitiously whispered; then it was my mischievously nibbling teeth that would do every bit of the timelessly reinvigorating talking, If it was your insuperably Omniscient nostrils that beautifully whispered; then it was my immortally unsinkable life that would do every bit of the timelessly united talking, If it was your perpetually throbbing heart that clandestinely whispered; then it was my unconquerably undying love that would do every bit of the timelessly coalescing talking, And if unfortunately; not even the most infinitesimal iota of your mind; body or soul ever whispered; then even without the tiniest of your tangible innuendo; each beat of my heart; blood and breath would still forever and ever and ever bond with every aspect of your philanthropically emollient 700

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life; would still forever and ever and ever do every bit of the timelessly inseparable talking….

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31ST DECEMBER- THE MOST ENVIABLE BACHELOR.

The day brought alongwith it; an unsurpassable longing to greet a fantastically new and spellbindingly untainted chapter of beginning, The day brought alongwith it; a feeling of unconquerably infallible triumph; of surpassing even the most infinitesimal iota of evil; with the winds of an optimistically enlightening tomorrow, The day brought alongwith it; a profound feeling of untamed nostalgia; as blissful and emotionally chagrined memories of the past; inundated even the most obsolete quarter of the mind at lightening speeds of time, The day brought alongwith it; an undefeatable resolution of spending a countless more lives engulfed with symbiotic prosperity; with the very priceless life just about to commence within a few hours, The day brought alongwith it; an adventure of unbridled ecstasy; transcending over even the most ghastliest of pain and inexplicably treacherous disease, The day brought alongwith it; an unassailable entrenchment of timeless unity; with organisms of every caste; creed and race; romancing and indefatigably gyrating to the beats of vibrant existence; under the iridescent midnight Sunshine, The day brought alongwith it; the tunes of eternally rhapsodic joy; as the Sun blazed its most indomitably Omnipotent light ever; before humbly sinking in the horizons to celestially illuminate the world tomorrow; with intrepid light, The day brought alongwith it; an uncannily exultating reverberation in every conceivable pore of the body; which exuberantly braced itself for the Omnipresent goodness of a majestically brand new hour, The day brought alongwith it; the most effulgently wistful hours of the entire year; with every unfurling instant catapulting you on to the most brilliantly unfettered paradise, The day brought alongwith it; an intractably overpowering feeling of the present overruling the past like never before; with every tangible chime to 702

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the clock; igniting the pulse and soul to an ultimate crescendo of joyous activity, The day brought alongwith it; an inexhaustible scent of righteous perseverance; the ultimate culmination of all deeds symbiotically executed; into the invincible rays of a bountifully fructifying tomorrow, The day brought alongwith it; the most ebulliently blessed memories of the past; with every anecdote of revitalizing freshness gushing past at whirlwind speeds through the impoverished brain, The day brought alongwith it; a Herculean inferno of restlessly unexplored energy; with every single organism of the Universe in an unbelievable rush to add those punctiliously eventful finishing touches, The day brought alongwith it; a wholesomely changed perspective about the chapter of vivaciously stupefying life; with every ingredient of scarlet blood feeling; that it was just a few inches away from experiencing victorious totality, The day brought alongwith it; an interminably jubilant resolution of coining newer and newer targets in destined life; with the quintessential mantra being heavenly prosperity and ubiquitously perpetuating the axiom of “Live and Let Live”, The day brought alongwith it; an unlimited instinct to survive beyond one’s projected time; incredulously metamorphosing every infidel protraction into a gorge of impeccable faithfulness, The day brought alongwith it; a ray of nimbly vespered hope; of perhaps the veritably dead and inimitably beloved; reinvigorating once again from the horizons once again tomorrow, The day brought alongwith it; the beats of unfathomably maverick rejoicing; with every tangible and intangible entity on the globe; pouring even the most oblivious crannies of their hearts out; to express nothing else but Immortal love, The day brought alongwith it; the most fervently unhindered breathing of the 703

year; an extraordinary feeling of accomplishment pounding the intricate chest; of stepping into new dimensions of flamboyant daylight, And although you might ardently desire for it to be every day of the beautiful year. But sadly; it would still continue to remain the most enviable bachelor; unfurling only just once every single year . Such was the magic of tantalizing magical and perpetually single; 31st December.

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A DEATH MORE INCARCERATING It seemed nothing odd to me; if the walls of my stomach didn’t crave for a single morsel of succulently bountiful food; even for an infinite indefatigably painstaking of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the whites and blacks of my eye didn’t crave for a single globule of compassionately celestial moisture; even for an infinite limitlessly acerbic of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my intricate veins didn’t crave for a single pinch of poignantly crimson blood; even for an infinite boundlessly treacherous of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my lips didn’t crave for a single innuendo of blissful smile; even for an infinite unsurpassably satanic of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the hollows of my ears didn’t crave for a single trace of euphoric sound; even for an infinite uncouthly divesting of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my bones didn’t crave for a single horizon of strength; even for an infinite salaciously lambasting of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the trajectory of my cheeks didn’t crave for a single triumphant blush; even for an infinite ominously debilitating of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the soles of my feet didn’t crave for a single cushion of ebullient grass; even for an infinite indiscriminately crippling of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the curvatures of my untamed nails didn’t crave for a single uninhibitedly ardent itch; even for an infinite hedonistically massacring of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the passageways of my throat didn’t crave for a single ounce of water; even for an infinite tyrannically 705

devastating of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my armpits didn’t crave for a single trickle of enchantingly golden sweat; even for an infinite unstoppably penalizing of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my eyelashes didn’t crave for a single feather of fantastically unbridled sensuousness; even for an infinite unceasingly slandering of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my tongue didn’t crave for a single jet of tantalizingly emphatic saliva; even for an infinite brutally asphyxiating of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my majestic manhood didn’t crave for a single draught of spell binding fertility; even for an infinite parasitically obsolete of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my strangulated nostrils didn’t crave for a single breath of unlimitedly mesmerizing freshness; even for an infinite diabolically slaining of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the jagged outlines of my teeth didn’t crave for a single wholeheartedly reinvigorating bite; even for an infinite disparagingly oblivious of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the apertures of my hindside didn’t crave for a single symbiotically ameliorating expurgation; even for an infinite traumatically castigated of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my heart didn’t crave for a single beat of unassailably fructifying love; even for an infinite tawdrily truculent of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my conscience didn’t crave for a single horizon of everlastingly blessed righteousness; even for an infinite violently unsparing of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my soul didn’t crave for a single beam of optimistically enlightened peace; even for an infinite dolorously pulverizing of my lifetimes, But if the fathomless realms of my brain didn’t crave for immortally bestowing poetry even for an infinitesimal single second; I perished to an end more ghastly than the most forlornly flagrant of hell; a death 706

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which was more sadistically incarcerating; than an infinite of an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

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PEOPLE MORE CRIMINAL THAN HIM…. What kind of a person must he be; indiscriminately trampling even the most infinitesimal trace of civilization that dared come his cadaverous way? What kind of a person must he be; exuding countless tumblers of wastrel spit; upon the divinely impeccable contours of his father and inimitably venerated mother? What kind of a person must he be; ruthlessly asphyxiating even the last breath of the fetus in the godly mothers womb; just because it was of a pristinely blessed girl? What kind of a person must he be; sadistically brewing up only human brains on his treacherously satanic stove; to mollify every ingredient of his hunger for the brilliantly sweltering day and sweet-dish for the remainder of the sinister night? What kind of a person must he be; gorily selling his mother and daughters for parsimonious wads of money; just in order that he bathed and slept in tubs of tawdrily decrepit sleaze and wine? What kind of a person must he be; perpetually perpetuating a gunshot straight through the skull; at the slightest insinuation of denial? What kind of a person must he be; uncouthly annihilating even the most evanescent trace of forest and enchanting wildlife; to erect robotic coffins of the politician on the foundation of pricelessly innocent blood? What kind of a person must he be; timelessly praying solely for the wholesome destruction of every element of victorious existence; psychotically licking the footprints of the hedonistic devil; till infinite infinity? What kind of a person must he be; ghoulishly using cisterns of scarlet blood to cleanse even the most non-existently inane pore of his skin; after sacrilegiously eviscerating the same from countless celestial lives? What kind of a person must he be; defecating the very last impediment in his tyrannically wanton bowels upon the countenance of jubilantly infallible truth; every unfurling instant of the day and murderous night? 708

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What kind of a person must he be; ghastily crunching bones of innocuous living children into inconspicuous chowder; just to relieve the zanily diabolical itching in the corpse of his devilish teeth? What kind of a person must he be; ignominiously condemning and ostracizing the rules of the Omnipresent Creator; barking every abuse in the dictionary towards the grace of the invincible Almighty Lord? What kind of a person must he be; unrelentingly wanting to become the ultimate patriarch of the entire planet; at the cost of unceasing terror and abhorrently fetid war? What kind of a person must he be; bawdily plucking out the whites of every eye that he encountered in his lifetime; just to bizarrely play a game of lascivious marbles with the same and till endless eternity? What kind of a person must he be; dementedly digging deeper and deeper into the corpse of dead living organisms; instead of proliferating into triumphantly astounding newness like the sacred mother soil? What kind of a person must he be; demonically chopping the tongue of every old man and woman; just in order to uxoriously cleanse the squalid soles of his bohemian foot with the same? What kind of a person must he be; whose sole mission in life was to wholesomely metamorphose every bit of resplendent truth into stinking lies; who interminably strived to snap the wings of immortal love forever and ever and ever? What kind of a person must he be; ominously wanting to thrust the mask of delirious depression upon the first unfettered rays of the Omniscient Sun; overpower everything on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; with the cannibalistic blackness of crime?

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this as mentioned above about him; when we had much brilliantly effulgent things to do and relish in our lives; rather than bother about a man such as HIM and every of his lifeless kind….

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I WRITE BECAUSE I write to alleviate tumultuously bereaved humanity; impregnate optimistic beams of hope in the lives of all those miserably divested, I write to unrelentingly explore the enchanting beauty of this gigantic Universe; bountifully assimilate all exotic goodness of the atmosphere in my wandering soul, I write to give the most voluptuously poignant expression to words; churn majestic artistry out of even the most; inconspicuously threadbare, I write to blissfully placate my turbulently asphyxiated soul; fulminate into astoundingly vibrant newness; every unfurling instant of the gloriously sunlit day, I write to exuberantly trigger the chords of my imagination to the most unprecedented limits; unleash a whirlpool of unfathomable discovery in every alphabet that I chiseled; with my very own blood, I write to perpetually embrace the winds of seductive romance; titillate every devastatingly frigid arena of my visage; with the profusely irrevocable mysticism in the; vivid atmosphere, I write to make every haplessly shattered organism on this fathomless planet; celestially unite in the uninhibitedly priceless wings of; scintillating humanity, I write to ebulliently break the monotony of manipulative office; keep myself boundless kilometers away from; diabolically commercial and spuriously white collared business tycoons, I write to wholesomely free the innocuously impeccable; from chains of barbaric slavery; and insanely tyrannical incarceration, I write to wholeheartedly divulge the innermost of my feelings to this unending planet; walk shoulder to shoulder and with profound equanimity lingering in my crystalline eyes; abreast my comrades marching towards irrefutable righteousness, I write to inculcate Herculean poignancy in my lackadaisical blood; unequivocally ensure that each element of my countenance; blazed ahead in the unparalleled ardor to lead euphoric life, I write to eternally soar in the clouds of beautifully 711

bestowing companionship; perennially unite with all those with a philanthropic conscience; with all those shedding even the last droplet of their blood for the sake of their sacrosanct motherland, I write to handsomely relieve the unsurpassable dormitories of imagination in my brain; imparting them a cloudburst of enamoring shapes and panoramic forms, I write to innocently relive the memories of immaculate childhood; stupendously cherish all those revered moments when I indefatigably flirted in the aisles of mischief; eventually interlocking myself in the lap of my mother; for times immemorial, I write to ubiquitously commiserate with all humanity irrespective of caste; creed or color wonderfully alike; filter a path of supremely optimistic light; through every benign stanza of my verse, I write to heavenly coalesce with my aboriginal rudiments; embark on a fabulous expedition to backtrack time; fantastically discovering the very first puff of breath from which I was born, I write to majestically feel the breeze of togetherness; marvelously experience the empathy of all those with a symbiotically holistic soul; even though I stood disastrously alone, I write to incessantly broaden my perspective about this enthralling earth; enshroud each iota of my bedraggled demeanor; with the everlasting spirit of timelessness, I write to exhale incomprehensible tornados of air without the slightest of circumspection; so that the air regally entrapped in my penurious lungs; was ecumenically there for all to share, I write to synergistically exist; execute my plethora of humanely activities; with the most gorgeously melodious dexterity; jubilantly absorbing even the gruesomely acrimonious chapters of mystical life, Most importantly; I write because my heart wants me to; astoundingly proliferating into a mountain of tantalizing seduction; even as hell rained down from sky to forever lick the earth….

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EVERY DAY IS A NEW DAY Every day is a new day; bringing along with it overwhelming loads of happiness; and an unparalleled rhapsody to blissfully lead life, Every day is a new day; unfurling into a rainbow of spell binding optimism; healing even the most inexplicably ghastly wounds of yesterday; with the flaming rays of the dazzlingly Omnipotent Sun, Every day is a new day; vivaciously bouncing in the profoundly untamed spirit of existence; wholesomely shrugging your remorseful past into mists of obsolete oblivion, Every day is a new day; blooming with the fragrance of unconquerable humanity; incessantly transpiring you to philanthropically surge forward; to resplendently fulfil your humanitarian mission in life, Every day is a new day; entirely disengaging your mind from the negative energies of the past; as the euphoric horizons of mesmerizing dawn; immaculately greeted the whites of your pristine eyes, Every day is a new day; triumphantly maneuvering you towards the path of irrefutable righteousness; impregnating a jubilant sparkle in your stride; as the flowers blossomed ebulliently on the frolicking hills, Every day is a new day; rendering you yet another chance to benevolently win over the gigantically insurmountable planet; with the waves of unprecedented love in your heart, Every day is a new day; enlightening the lantern of miraculous freshness in every pathetically beleaguered bone of your body; unassailably ensuring that you handsomely confronted even the most devilishly insidious situation in the chapter of life, Every day is a new day; profusely charming even the most dolorously deadened of your senses with the melodious chirp of the boisterous sparrow; filtering a path of unfathomable exuberance; on every step that you holistically tread, Every day is a new day; beautifully alluring every frigidly hopeless pore on your skin; with compassionate beams of ardent belonging and princely togetherness, Every day is a new day; fervently impressing upon you that life was patriotically endless; with each moment 713

unveiling; sagaciously apprising you of its unsurpassably Omnipresent aura, Every day is a new day; deluging your drearily staggering countenance with the unbelievably ecstatic melody in the atmosphere; celestially uplifting you from the dungeons of disparagingly ominous despair, Every day is a new day; magnificently greeting you with an incomprehensible ocean of hope and emphatic excitement; making you bask in the essence of a harmoniously symbiotic existence, Every day is a new day; magnanimously commiserating with all your traumatized anguish; perpetually ensuring that the rays of the divine; majestically caressed each quarter of your tumultuously bereaved soul, Every day is a new day; stupendously enthralling you with its enamoring entrenchment of tireless proliferation; spawning a gorge of unrelenting enthusiasm on every puff of air that you embraced, Every day is a new day; weaving its magically reinvigorating spell upon each ingredient of your blood disdainfully frozen under avalanches of bizarre commercialism; perpetuating you with supremely Omniscient power to; synergistically survive, Every day is a new day; with the astounding network of colors in the cosmos not only soothing your extinguishing existence; but triggering you to mystically unravel into the spirit of vivid glory, Every day is a new day; indefatigably breathing upon you the most grandiloquent elixir of life; flooding your nostrils with the scent of ravishing roses sprouting full throttle; in the fathomless valley, Every day is a new day; guiding you on the path of impeccably scintillating truth; wholesomely snapping even the most diminutive fang of derogatory prejudice; from the realms of your innocuous conscience, And every day is a new day; replenishing each beat of your traumatically anguished heart with enchanting love; immortally metamorphosing every wind of defeat that stared you hopelessly in your eyes; into the Sun of Omnipotent fearlessness…..

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SENSITIVITY At times crowning as the most unassailably embellished prince; making me triumphant over all my uncouthly coldblooded adversaries, While at times a devastating hurricane; pulverizing me mercilessly; to blend with inconspicuously threadbare dust….. At times insatiably propelling me to soar handsomely through the majestic clouds; wholesomely oblivious to anything else around, While at times an evil sorceress; diabolically enshrouding every quarter of my mind; with irascibly vindictive hostility…… At times making me feel as if I was the richest organism alive; with all murderous manipulation on this planet having not the tiniest of space in my mesmerizing life, While at times an indefatigable tornado of negativity; brutally crippling me towards the corridors of horrific oblivion; even before I could alight a single step….. At times heralding me as the ultimate conqueror and irrefutably unshakable emperor; with all enchanting beauty on this colossal planet; blissfully assimilating in the magnanimously stretched contours of my lap, While at times an overwhelmingly ludicrous inferno of cowardice; forcing me to sleep in the shell of sequestered doom; for times immemorial….. At times incessantly urging me to surge forward in my mission of celestially exploring the entire Universe; melodiously bask in the glory of bountifully radiant sunshine, While at times heinously chopping both my arms and feet with the swords of fear; burying me infinite feet beneath my ghastly grace; although I was profoundly alive….. At times triggering me to fantasize beyond realms of magnificently tantalizing eternity; astoundingly titillating each nerve of my truculently anguished demeanor; with fireballs of vibrant compassion, While at times ruthless excoriating apart my intricate; with tumultuously lambasting depression….. At times making me invincibly believe in my 715

philanthropically unconventional conquests; wonderfully accepting the religion of mankind as the most unconquerable treasure, While at times squelching me to insidious chowder; in perception of things which were simply non-existent; in cognizance of a satanic end that was never to be…. At times profusely enlightening me to sing euphorically with all goodness in the atmosphere; poignantly absorbing every element of rhapsody that existed in gregarious tandem; on the trajectory of this gigantic Universe, While at times tyrannically whipping me left; right and center for ostensibly no fault of mine; transpiring me to conceive gruesome hell; even when I was in the midst of amiably spell binding paradise…. At times divinely relating to every iota of my mind; soul and righteous conscience; making me fulminate into an incredulously resplendent festoon of timelessness, While at times treacherously imprisoning my uninhibitedly serene river of priceless thought flow; with salacious chains of self inflicted misery; remorsefully torturing me till the absolute end of my time…… And at times illuminating each beat of my heart with the impregnable light of immortal love; making me ecumenically commiserate with all those; with even the most diminutive fraction of pain, While at times hurling me towards the corpse of lecherous death every unfurling minute of the bloodstained night and the flamboyantly sweltering day; abominably charring me to bark a countless deaths; was my SENSITIVITY…..

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UNDEFEATED LIFE Every despairingly devastating darkness that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be an irrefutable way; victoriously leading you to the corridor of optimistically scintillating brilliance, Every horrendously diabolical impediment that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be an unconquerable ray; blissfully unfurling into the paradise of everlastingly blossoming prosperity, Every viciously traumatic whirlwind that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be an invincible messiah; insatiably propelling you on the path of magnificently tranquil euphoria, Every tyrannically debilitating disease that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be an impregnable elixir; ebulliently making you enjoy every instant of rhapsodically redolent life, Every stinkingly dilapidated gutter that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a reinvigorating garden; celestially inundating every aspect of your beleaguered life with insurmountably unending freshness, Every morbidly stony wall that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a resplendent sky; vibrantly enshrouding your haplessly shattered senses with bountiful timelessness, Every sardonically cynical abuse that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a unassailable fortress of solidarity; bestowing you with the tenacity to perennially flower in the chapter of mystically replenishing existence, Every brutally savage kick that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be an unflinching path to blazing success; embracing each iota of your miserably dwindling existence; with overwhelmingly unsurpassable fortitude, Every satanic whirlpool of tears that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a waterfall of everlasting jubilation; perpetuating each of your drearily dolorous nerves with the; mantra of altruistic contentment, Every dungeon of horrifically salacious boredom that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a 717

blanket of compassionately enthralling enthusiasm; becoming your most invaluably glorious asset to; soar high each instant of life, Every indiscriminately uncouth rejection that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be an astoundingly panoramic rainbow of triumph; with the entire Universe saluting your; inherently benevolent prowess, Every coldblooded meal of stone that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a ravishingly eternal fruit of Nature’s euphoric creation; divinely pacifying your savagely frazzled demeanor, Every grotesquely ghastly distortion that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be an island of exhilarating charisma; blessing each of your barbarically anguished veins; with magically miraculous enchantment, Every sordidly frigid avalanche of ice that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a poignant entrenchment of amiable sharing; enlightening your life with the most gregariously sacrosanct religion of; eternal mankind, Every worthlessly devilish slap that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be an ocean of unassailable accolade; majestically rewarding you for your; intrepidly unstoppable and benign perseverance, Every ominously malicious hostility that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a gloriously marvelous dusk of victory; beamingly bequeathing upon you the never-dying spirit of; timeless survival, Every painstakingly feeble globule of sweat that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be the scent of astronomical courage; unequivocally escalating you into the clouds of; bloomingly unshakable success, Every disdainfully disgusting dirt that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a planet of irrevocable purity; beautifully cleansing every pore of your devastated countenance; with the profuse yearning to forever surge forward in life, Every lecherously abominable hatred that you encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a fountain of pricelessly unconquerable love; unbelievably caressing each invidiously corrupt element of your soul; with the sparkling goodness of creation, And every vindictively sullen corpse of death that you 718

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encountered in your way; eventually proves to be a divine sky of existence; making you immortally stand up to the devil; and gloriously spawn once again; into a tale of mystically undefeated life….. ‘

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TWO WORDS OF LOVE There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives lying by the dilapidated gutters; and today they had blissfully mushroomed into unconquerable monarchs of the biggest corporate empires, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives insidiously languishing like an inconspicuous insect; and today they had blossomed into a bountifully beautiful flower; spreading their stupendous redolence; to even the most remotest corners of this devastated planet, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives stumbling incessantly even before they could alight a single foot; and today they had sprouted into the most impregnable kingdoms; of unbelievably Herculean strength, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives gruesomely submerged beneath a pile of mud and with trespassers uncouthly spitting upon their slavering skins; and today they had fructified into an unfathomable river of enchantingly everlasting melody, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives stagnating like insipid shit near the morbid graveyards; and today they had bloomed into an aristocratic empire of vibrantly unending prosperity, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives indefatigably begging on the obsolete streets; and today they had embedded their places irrefutably; upon the marvelously scintillating throne of charismatic strength, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives being tyrannically lambasted by nothing else but the most horrific of abuse; and today they had silenced the entire Universe; with the unsurpassable power of their royal artistry, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives suffering devastatingly cursed defeat; and today they had triumphantly blazed through even the most obsolete corner of hell; regally embossing the impression of their unassailable superiority to far and wide across this planet, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives staring into despicably despondent 720

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nothingness; and today they had evolved a civilization of contemporarily invincible magic; on even the slightest of winds that they caressed, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives being an infinitesimally rotting shadow which more often than necessary disappeared into the corpse; and today they had added every glittering versatility to their; astounding repertoire of vibrant existence, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives as stray puddles of stinkingly impoverished water; and today they had pricelessly become the rain of vivaciously unrelenting charisma; for every bereaved patch of scorching earth, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives in savage destruction and abhorrent war; and today they had become the most miraculously revered surgeons of philanthropic justice; Omnisciently healing even the most inexplicably brutal of wounds, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives stealing fruits from the fields to placate their insurmountably hungry stomachs; and today they had boundless estates of their own; in which they uninhibitedly danced all night and day with the biscuits of; perpetually shimmering silver, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives hopelessly sleeping by the deserted dogs on the roads; and today they had become the most richest organisms on this planet; with even infinite hands proving a fraction too less to count their majestic gold, There were some who commenced the very first moments of their lives being ruthlessly orphaned and kicked by the conventionally murderous society; and today they had incredulously procreated a township of their own; an entrenchment in which everything reflected traces of their poignant blood, There were some who had commenced the very first moments of their lives being subjected to vindictively diabolical curses; and today they had celestially inculcated the power to accurately prognosticate the future of countless on their fingertips; have the entire earth encapsulated in their impregnable shadow, There were some who had commenced the very first moments of their lives wailing in traumatized anguish without their beloved; and today they had spectacularly spun a tale of seductive romance on 721

every entity that confronted them; reigning supreme in the souls of one and all; alike, There were some who had commenced the very first moments of their lives frantically gasping for even a pinchful of breath; and today they had risen to that level of unchallengable divinity; wherein the solution to any dilemma lay fragrantly entrenched in their mesmerizing palms, And there were some like me; and believe me I am not ashamed the slightest to proclaims this; Who had come on this God’s sacred earth with not even a penny in their penurious pockets and with two words of love; and were profoundly proud to quit it whenever he wanted; again still without a penny in their penurious pockets; and with still two words of immortal love…..

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THE KEY TO LOVE The key to clamber the steep slope of the mountain; was a knotted rope; blended with overwhelming spirit of adventure, The key to drive a car; was articulate maneuvering of the steering wheel; along with gallons of golden gasoline, The key to solve an enigmatic riddles; was flexing the brain to unsurpassable limits; and intense concentration, The key to grow sumptuous grass on undulating expanse of land; was to sprinkle it with water and fertilizer, The key to quench insatiable thirst; was to consume a glass of cool and revitalizing water, The key to feel enlightened; was to stare unrelentingly in open space; sleep under the twinkling stars, The key to becoming learned; was to grasp basic ingredients of mystical life; keeping the ears open to prevailing sounds, The key to overcoming gruesome blackness; was illuminating the atmosphere with dazzling light, The key to swim through choppy currents of the swirling ocean; was dexterous movements of the hands and feet; compounded with exorbitant stamina, The key to sketch the intricate silhouette of landscape; was articulate fingers; adroitly molding the bristles of paintbrush, The key to annihilating the venom in a snake; is ruthlessly snapping off its fangs, The key to pelting showers of torrential rain; was an agglomerate of sinister black clouds, The key to procuring salubrious white eggs; was to rear a robust hen, The key to controlling haphazard flow of traffic; was to scrupulously regulate the timing of signals, The key to produce mesmerizing tunes; was to tickle the vocal chords deep down the throat; float wholesomely in a world of surreal fantasy, The key to dancing traditionally; was to generate nimble strokes of the feet; gyrating to the cadence of sound, The key to an immaculately sparkling complexion; was diligently consuming fresh fruits from the farm, The key to cleanliness; was incorporating stringently in all; a sense of hygiene, The key to combat vandalism; was to reinforce vacant arenas with formidable security, 723

The key to blissful relaxation; was easing cumbersome tensions from the brain; reinvigorating it with perfume, The key to stay perpetually happy; was to smile; profoundly appreciate the newness of nature, The key to winning marathon sprints; was exerting the muscles of chest and legs to tumultuous capacity, The key to unprecedented success in life; is an overwhelming desire to achieve; followed by hard work, And the key to perennial love; was listening to the inner most tunes of throbbing heart; implementing the same to manifest them into reality.

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LASTING IMPRESSIONS The plain cow milk steaming on the stove looked pretty bland; with infinite bubbles emanating from its persona, However the color of the liquid; with the blend of surplus vitamins impregnated left in my mind a lasting impression. The tapered blades of ceiling fan appeared quite ordinary; with a series of inconspicuous blemishes adorning the same, However the exuberant draughts of air it generated; transforming the blazing atmosphere into one with sedative cool; left in my mind a lasting impression. The branches of the colossal oak tree looked rustic and indigenous with century old corrugations protruding from its exteriors, However clusters of green leaves sprouting from its body; and the vivacious squirrels clambering its surface; left in my mind a lasting impression. The thunderclouds in the sky appeared dangerously ominous; casting a diabolical look on the earth, However voraciously pelting droplets of rain; accompanied with streaks of silver lightning; left in my mind a lasting impression. The beer in the cylindrical bottle looked like any ordinary liquid; with its plum color not attracting paramount attention, However the exhilaration that occurred after consuming it; the umpteenth fantasies that revolved incessantly; left in my mind a lasting’ impression. Swarms of bees in the hive appeared disillusioning; buzzing with discordant cacophony at unprecedented heights from the ground, However the nectar oozing from their diminutive bodies; the sharpness of their sting; left in my mind a lasting impression. The serrated skin alligator in the river waters looked supremely menacing; with its gigantic teeth ready to pulverize innocent bones to chowder, However the kingly fashion in which it slithered on the slippery mud; the agility with which it swam in water; left in my mind a lasting impression. The rusty iron nail extruding from the mundane wall appeared disdainful and disparaging; with innumerable crusts of skin peeling of, However the tenacity it exerted against the brick; its capacity to join pieces of loose wood; left in my mind a lasting impression. The pigeons soaring high in the clouds didn’t grab much attention; as they ubiquitously inhabited every nook and cranny of the globe, 725

However the dexterity with which they managed to stay airborne; their occasional bouts of melodious chirping; left in my mind a lasting impression. The cars traversing the streets looked like robotic monsters polluting the air; with their wailing horns disrupting the stillness in the atmosphere, However the swashbuckling speeds at which they traveled; the intricate imprints they left on wet mud; left in my mind a lasting impression. The multiple hair broomstick lying solitary on the stony ground appeared full of remorse; with all those passing kicking it vehemently, However the tones of dust it cleaned from cloistered interiors of the dilapidated room; the sparkling complexion that it imparted to the ordinary floor; left in my mind a lasting impression. The bell hovering low from the dome shaped roof looked like it needed fresh coats of paint; partially obscuring the view of the omniscient creator, However the jingling sound it produced when struck; the mystical reverberation that occurred as an aftermath; left in my mind a lasting impression. And scores of children I visited in the orphanages appeared quite bedraggled; with sticky mucus flowing rampantly from their eyes and ears, Blatant streaks of dirt lining their faces; torn rags embellishing their impoverished demeanor, However the innocence in their immaculate eyes; the boisterousness in their voice; and their vigor to fight against all impediments; left in my mind a lasting impression.

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EXTRACTIONS I extracted curd from pure cows milk; after sequestering it for marathon hours from light, I extracted stupendously sweet honey from catacomb beehives; after adroitly wading the stinging bees away, I extracted scintillating pearls from the corrugated oyster shell; after fetching the same from fathomless depths of the ocean, I extracted poignant salt powder from the sea; after stringently drying the water under the dazzling sun, I extracted succulent fruits from the towering tree; after many years of planting its inconspicuous seed, I extracted royal skin from the ominous persona of leopard; after decimating his long whiskered body, I extracted crystalline water from the belly of earth; after digging to unsurpassable distances below the ground, I extracted lethal poison from the slithering reptile; after severing its hideous pair of toxic fangs, I extracted tones of stench and prurient debris; after profoundly squeezing the skin of a rotten vegetable, I extracted a plethora of hidden insinuations; after attentively listening to the bureaucrat's flowery speech, I extracted a bountiful ocean of redolence; after assembling a cluster of lilies in the flower vase, I extracted robust supply of air completely encompassing the squalid room; after I merely caressed the conventional plastic switch labeled as fan, I extracted compact cubes of triangular ice; after wholesomely freezing the large pitcher of water lying solitary on the slab, I extracted gold from mundane land cultivating a fleet of crops on it; after onerously digging the soil with my gleaming pickaxe, I extracted naked electricity from loosely dangling wires; after touching them with my profoundly wet hands, I extracted a battalion of brilliant rays from the sun; after unrelentingly staring at it for several minutes, I extracted sparkling foam from the rotund bar of soap; after vigorously kneading it into fine lather with my bohemian palms, I extracted scores of raw minerals from the gargantuan body of rock; after delving deep and distantly far into its crevices, I extracted loads of uninhibited love from my mother; after taking birth from her sacrosanct womb, I extracted unparalleled empathy from my beloved; after making her the one and only queen of my heart, And I extracted an omnipotent spirit to exist from life; after having being bestowed upon the form of a human; inhaling gallons of fresh air; by the divine creator. 727

HEARTS The heart of crystalline egg shell; lies in life bestowing yellow yolk, The heart of a fortified brick wall; lies in the amalgamated stone, The heart of slippery spider; lies in satiny threads of its web, The heart of tubular body bone; lies in amounts of calcium it impregnates, The heart of colossal ocean; lies in the intense fervor of salt it possesses, The heart of humming bee; lies in sumptuous stacks of honey inhabiting the apiary, The heart of a thoroughbred stallion; lies in its majestically muscled angular leg, The heart of a tortoise; lies in obdurate covering of its shell, The heart of an automobile; lies in its proficiency to adeptly brake, The heart of a postman; lies in philanthropic bundles of letter's awaiting to be delivered, The heart of a venomous mosquito; lies in frugal vials of sting circulating through its persona, The heart of a light bulb; lies in bare currents of electricity regulating its radiance, The heart of brackish mud; lies in its prowess to produce fertile crop, The heart of succulent grass; lies in profound coatings of chlorophyll imparted by sun, The heart of a four poster bed; lies in silken sponge which can instill celestial siesta, The heart of golden butter; lies in unprecedented calories secretly imprisoned, The heart of the inflated python; lies in its invincible power to strangulate innocent prey, The heart of shabbily attired clouds; lies in gallons of rain about to plummet down, The heart of scintillating stone; lies in its transparence under brilliant rays of light, The heart of the iron clad sailing ship; lies in its dogmatic vigor to wade through stormy waters, The heart of a tribal cow; lies in freshly extracted pails of virgin milk, The heart of eloquent speech; lies in the fleshy organ of tongue encompassed by mouth, The heart of ravishing food; lies in flatulence that inevitably develops a few seconds after consumption, The heart of a famished dog; lies in piquant slices of raw meat, The heart of a musician; lies solely in the mesmerizing cadence of voice, The heart of a fanatic lover; lies captivated by the person he adores, 728

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The heart of a tall edifice; lies in the stolidity of its deep dug foundation, The heart of the jungle; lies in the enigmatic river trespassing through its interiors, The heart of the nightingale; lies in enchanting tunes emanating from its beak, The heart of the mountain; lies in gigantic tunnels embedded with boisterous lava, The heart of unsolicited beauty; lies in supreme simplicity, The heart of the diabolical demon; lies in clusters of his menacing teeth, And the heart of all humans lies in; sources of opulence; the person whom they love; and the deity they ardently worship.

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The foliage of leaves embossed on the maple tree; danced to turbulent currents of air, The intricate hands of timepiece; danced coherently with the unwinding of machinery, The crisp sheets of bonded paper; danced frivolously to the scribbling with writing pen, The placid demeanor of river water; danced sumptuously to vociferous inputs from floating ships, The rusty grey persona of the innocuous donkey; danced in indignation when deliberately kissed by cigarette butt, The succulent fruits high up in the tree; danced in passionate zeal when struck with torrential draughts of rain, The obnoxiously slimy body of tadpole; danced nimbly in fresh ponds of monsoon water, A plethora of cold blooded criminals victimized common man; danced unrelentingly to fat pads of printed currency, Scores of fragrant roses on the sprawling landscapes; danced when visited upon by the humming bee, The abhorrent caricature of the wall lizard; danced tantalizingly when it witnessed helpless insects in close proximity, The translucent fountains of water; danced in enchantment when struck with a myriad of opalescent color, The network of cable wires dangling at unprecedented heights in the air; danced in submission when fed with sumptuous amounts of white electricity, The crystal shard of transparent glass; danced with exuberance when shown illusions of ravishing beauty, A group of youngsters at the ostentatious disco; danced with boisterous energy 730

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after consuming barrels of intoxicating liquor, The battalion of soldiers clad in neat uniform, danced in organized synchrony as patronizing rhymes diffused from the loud speaker, Infinite souls; danced in solitary confinement even years after the person was buried, The fleet of birds danced tenaciously; high up in the clouds; when granted impetus by vibrant pouches of breeze, The prisoner held captive in jail; danced with spurts of anguish when whipped by a belt dipped in onion curry, The animate and inanimate existing; danced onerously in front of god; to get reprieve from tumultuous sorrow, And I danced sporadically to tunes emanating from my heart; with mesmerizing impressions of the girl I loved at close quarters from my face.

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The palace looked enchanting like a festoon of blossoming flowers; blended profusely with shimmering lights, It however appeared blurred and incoherently hazy; when I attempted to see it through the corner of my eye. The celestial moon in the sky looked like an animate ocean of white pearls, The same appeared distorted; with slim outlines of ashen grey, when I inadvertently attempted to sight it through the corner of my eye. The compact sedans traversing city streets; looked like silver fish in the sea with silken grace, They however appeared like fading mirages; disappearing into a whirlwind of obnoxious dust, When I tried to visualize them through the corner of my eye. The waterfall cascading down the mountain slope; looked stupendous; with a mesmerizing sound emanating, It however appeared like a stingy trickle of liquid this time; When I endeavored sighting it through the corner of my eye. The statue on its pedestal in the city square looked tall and stringently domineering, The same appeared thoroughly minuscule; utterly inconspicuous when I sighted it through the corner of my eye. The hands of the grandfather clock; looked saliently clear and ticking with meticulous perfection, However I had onerous difficulty deciphering the time; When I tried to picture the same through the corner of my eye. The silhouette of ship floating on the ocean; looked like embossed with infinite number of ivory tusks, I however had to strain my mind to entangle; whether it was a ship or a boat, When I perspired seeing it through the corner of my eye. Her magnanimous persona; seemed to radiate waves of indispensable love; looked like an innocuous fairy having descended from the sky, And let me say this explicitly friends; that it appeared all the more profound; exquisitely glorious,

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This time when I tried to sight her through the corner of my eye.

A LITTLE BIT OF A little bit of water to quench my thirst; pacifying smoldering flames in my throat, A little bit of cloth encapsulating my shriveled demeanor; offering me warmth, A little bit of shoe covering my chapped feet; facilitating me to execute handsome strides, A little bit of chocolate rum; to impregnate my body with warmth in shivering cold, A little bit of stone roof over my head; shielding me from the acerbic sun and pelting rain, A little bit of hair on my scalp; cushioning my bones from body blows of the iron bludgeon, A little bit of pungent chili in my mouth; tingling dormant zones of my palette, A little bit of car to roam about uninhibited; gliding enigmatically through winding lanes of the valley, A little bit of sunshine filtering through the window; stringently fumigating forlorn memories of the past, A little bit of steam bath at dawn; reinvigorating exhausted muscles of my body, A little bit of silver watch wound on my wrist; incessantly highlighting the exact time of the day, A little bit pencil lead in my hands; prompting me to inundate barren sheets of paper with literature, A little bit of tear in my crystal eyes; portraying a plethora of effusive emotions, A little bit of entangled rope; on which I could vigorously roll and swing, A little bit of sweat dribbling down my chest; revealing signs of exhilaration, A little bit of greenery besieging my vision; catapulting me into waves of ecstatic jubilation, A little bit of slimy reptile in my arms; cuddling me with its enchanting charm, A little bit of camera slung over my shoulder; capturing innumerable objects in proximity, A little bit of moonshine infiltrating through my skin; accentuating its radiance and supple complexion, 733

A little bit of cream butter to smear on roasted bread; to savor the pinnacle of appetizing taste, A little bit of leather riveted to my hands; enabling me to punch my fists in air, A little bit of agility in my legs; helping me clamber the steep mountain, A little bit of tinted glass camouflaging my eye; obliterating my vision from acrid rays of the sun, A little bit of unscrupulous joke; provoking me to burst into unrestrained pools of laughter, A little bit of stuffed cotton quilt; for me to blissfully sleep in the treacherous night, A little bit of blessing from the creator; to assist me in versatile arenas of my life, And a little bit of love; from the girl I intensely loved, Is all that I needed to rekindle my soul; making me feel I was wholesomely alive.

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THEY DIDN'T SPARE ME EVEN AFTER MY DEATH When I was just born; witnessing the first rays of brilliant dawn, swinging innocuously in my rustic cradle; with intricate bells jingling over my forehead, they asked me whether I wanted honey or frosty milk. When I grew a little older; crawling onerously on my spongy pair of feet, crying effusively; emitting volatile tears from my cheek, They asked me whether; I wanted a toy; embracing and hoisting me high in their arms. When I started going to school; voraciously pedaling my dilapidated bicycle, Chewing my crimson colored lips; which superbly blended with my babyish white tinge, They asked me insistently; about the marks I had secured in my arithmetic paper. When I scrupulously passed high school; passing with exorbitant marks in a plethora of subjects, The surreal days of childhood; now an evanescent memory of the past, They asked me the arenas I was going to specialize; trying to decode my aptitude towards life. When I transited to realms of youth; with impetuous blood circulating in slender veins, Bulging muscles protruding from the flimsy fabric of my knitted shirt, They asked me; the ways and indispensable means to perspire in the sun and earn. When I procreated a battalion of progeny of my own, Devoting infinite hours of the day; catering to their boisterous demands, They asked me; whether the children were mine or did I adopt them. When I acquired the form of an old man; with grizzly hair encompassing my scalp, An ocean of bones drooping in my body; with gaping holes clearly visible as I blatantly opened my mouth, They asked me; how much I had achieved in the tenure of my life, Trying to test reserve levels of my prevailing endurance. And eventually when I departed for my heavenly abode; succumbing to perils of old age, The amalgamate of supple flesh and bones in my body; reduced to sacrosanct 735

ash, They mercilessly asked the cause of my death; the amount of affluence I had accumulated and now safely stored.

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SILENT SPECTATORS They polluted the atmosphere with obnoxious gas; toxic sprays of repulsive insecticide, Hunted for treasured species dense foliage of the jungle; ruthlessly chopping animate green that confronted their way, The cluster of immaculate trees; observed the proceedings in mute silence as silent spectators. They marauded the sapphire ocean with tankers full of deplorable crude oil, Disrupted the synchrony of ocean bed by traversing through monstrous submarines, Scores of fish; blissful coral; watched the tyranny unleash as silent spectators. They whipped innocuous people with thorny belts; making them cry and profusely bleed, Snatched indispensable morsels of food from the miserably afflicted, The siblings of the same; watched the strokes of rampant vandalism on their parents as silent spectators. They uprooted her nest from snuggled interiors and dark corners, Made a travesty of her eggs; banging the shell hard with the obdurate ground, The mother bird welled up tears in her eyes; and that was all she could; watching her dreams crumble to ashes as a silent spectator. They planted lethal explosives in its core, Bombing the undulating colossal structure; for mining gold coin, Splinters of mud erupted along with the bare skin of wandering sheep, And the gargantuan mountain watched its destruction as a silent spectator. They spit saliva blended with red betel on his legs, Made lewd comments; supplemented with a volley of expletives as they passed him, The statue of the revered historian; stared helplessly at the miscreants as a silent spectator. The lady took bizarre steps to assassinate it, Consumed the most poisonous of drugs to annihilate its possible trace, The infant yet to be born; watched the brutal proceedings in its mothers womb; 737

as a silent spectator. She plotted ingenious ways and means to leave me, Rebuked me contemptuously in front of hordes of people, I knew I was penalized for no fault of mine; and I watched her tumultuous anger explode as a silent spectator. There is no power more stronger than the omnipotent creator, It is indeed he who chalks out our destiny to unfold, All we can do is attempt our very best; to diligently fulfill our quota of responsibilities, The best we can to help the impoverished; and watch the rest happen as silent spectators.

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EVOLUTION Every minuscule bud projecting from fertile clay; evolved into a fragrant flower; intensely spreading its ravishing aroma, When sprinkled regularly with bountiful water blended in commensurate proportions of cow manure. Every mystical star sighted in the cosmos; evolved gradually into the opalescent moon, When perceived with a perpetual vision; amalgamating the entire sky in the condensed silhouette of whiteness. Every bare brick coated with flimsy sand; evolved painstakingly into the monumental building, When stacked dexterously forming a tall structure; slapped vigorously with fillings of piquant paint. Every egg impregnated with yolk; evolved assiduously into an innocuous fledgling, When provided conducive amounts of heat by its mother; nourished in entirety by her blood. Every hillock of silver sand; evolved into the mammoth mountain with steep valleys, When the mighty wind deposited a conglomerate of mud and debris on a daily basis; thereby changing complexion of the inconspicuous pile. Every wave of the tiny river; gradually evolved into the gigantic ocean, As it onerously flowed confronting a plethora of bulky branches and stone; finally linking with the frosty ocean. Every bit of tentative fish floating insipidly in the sea; evolved after several years into the preposterously huge whale, As it unrelentingly fed on a relishing meal of coral and sea weed; basked for marathon hours in full light of the radiant sun. Every chimpanzee inhabiting the dense forests; evolved after infinite years into man; After undergoing dramatic metamorphosis; learning to acclimatize with the civilized society. Every drizzle of water trickling from the sky; sequentially evolved into thunderous rain, With accentuated accumulation of ominous black clouds; provoking the assemblage to pelt down In fury. And every bit of hatred residing on this earth; eventually evolved into perpetual love, 739

When dealt with tumultuous passion and unbiased love; a philanthropic attitude to care.

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HUMAN GOD He who recognizes the fertility of land; by mere caress of the strewn soil, Smelling the scent emanating as he tramples the mud; is indeed a true farmer. He who recognizes burglars; by simply looking straight in their eye, Intricately reading their jugglery of body movement; complexion of their brutal face; is a true policeman. He who comprehends the arrival of a cyclonic storm; by the rise and fall of sea waves, The turbulent clouds obliterating the stars; gusty draughts of wind blowing; is a true sailor. He who can perceive the entire structure of the grandiloquent building; without even constructing it, By articulately sketching its labyrinth of outlines; is a true architect. He who can explicitly understand the disease of an individual; without asking him to divulge his lengthy background, By innocuously touching his pulse; is a true doctor. He who can confidently proclaim the denomination of a currency note; without seeing a trace of it with the eye, By scrupulously feeling its texture; weighing its body; is a true businessman. He who can write voraciously at all times of the day; without a luxurious ambience of rain and tropical forest, Tumultuously exercising dormant arenas of his invincible brain; is a true writer. He who can dive head on in the fathomless valley; bereft of a parachute strapped on his back, Gleefully gliding down whispering sedately to the floating birds; is a true adventurer. He who can fight the greatest of war without a sword; conquering the mightiest with prowess of his speech, Pacifying the most pugnacious by his benevolent ideas; is a true warrior. He who spreads his entangled net in deep water; going abysmally far inside the sea, Encountering acerbic waves and swirling storms; is a true fisherman. He who sends the leather ball whistling past the fence; astronomical distances into the spectator stands; by the silken caress of his bat, Running onerously on the field; bolstering the spirit of his team; is a true cricketer. He who recites his dialogues without actually mugging them; speaking 741

with tremendous empathy in his eyes, Blended with loads of charisma in his demeanor; an ingratiating ability to captivate audiences; is a true actor. He who innovates a plethora of incredible formulae; without referring to the rules and bulky manuscripts, Adhering to ingenuous concepts nurtured in his brain; is a true scientist. He who can sketch mesmerizing shades of nature; synchronized patterns of human beings, Without actually getting a chance to confront them; with a mediocre looking pencil; is a true artist. He who can detect the problem in an automobile; by simply listening to the whirring of its engine, Without peeping into its interior crevices; testing its spark; is a true mechanic. He who can predict our future meticulously without knowing our date of birth; the exact time we were born, By simply glancing at our face; without reading the lines embossed in our palms; is a true astrologer. And he who can understand pain and overwhelming affliction; intense anguish of the bereaved, The tyranny of being mutilated; sleepless nights of the destitute without consuming adequate food; helping such people achieve their goals; is a true HUMAN GOD.

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If you believed IF YOU BELIEVED in the sweetness of royal pudding, It’s because of decayed yellow sour cream. If you believed in blissful meadows of lush green grass, It’s because of barren landscapes scorching in the tumultuous fury of the sun. If you believed in hi- tech computers with a plethora of software chips, It’s because of the onerous task of scribbling on sheets of jute paper. If you believed in rich milk extracted from cow teats, It’s because of the obnoxious odor inhabiting barrels of canned milk. If you believed in luxury sedans traversing with silken grace, It’s because of the aching feet rendered sore due the onset of age. If you believed in holistic sunlight filtering through your skin pores, It’s because of disease breeding in an ambience of ghastly darkness. If you believed in crisp notes of dollar currency, It’s because of intractable woes of misery and starvation to death. If you believed in dancing to pulsating beats of country music, It’s because of the tension that encapsulates you while lying solitary. If you believed in consuming blood red apple juice, It’s because of dreary exhaustion sapping exuberance from your brain. If you believed in bathing in torrential rain tumbling down, It’s because of the claustrophobic showers projecting from the bathroom rail. 743

If you believed in inhaling the fresh scent of moistened earth, It’s because of the bountiful smoke drifting in atmosphere. If you believed in laughing all night long, It’s because of the saline tears that poured incessantly down your cheek. If you believed in the ergonomic interiors of your cane roof house, It’s because of bitter currents of cold you encountered on the streets. If you believed in pursuing the quest for education, It’s because of tags of stigmatic tags of illiteracy riveted to your persona. If you believed in cruising on the grandiloquent ship, It’s because of fear of drowning in unfathomably deep waters of the ocean. If you believed in sipping black cocktail drinks from crystal mugs, It’s because of unseething agony that grips your heart. If you believed in adorning the wrists with a sports watch, It’s because of insecurity generated when oblivious to time. If you believed sleeping like a demon all throughout the vigils of winter night, It’s because of the overwhelming work that awaits your anatomy the succeeding day. If you believed in loving someone with all your heart and soul, It’s because of meaningless existence that divests all purpose in life. If you believed in cool waves of air leaking from the air conditioner, It’s because of blistering waves of heat striking you left, right, and center. If you believed in placid light of the opalescent moon, It’s because of blinding rays of the peninsula of sun. If you believed in benevolent goodness that exists, It’s because of volatile outbursts of violent crime. If you believed in immaculate anecdotes of truth, 744

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It’s because of insatiable deception camouflaging the world. If you believed in youth bustling with euphoric fervor, It’s because of perils that come uninvited in realms of old age. And if you believed in the supreme aura of sacrosanct godhead, It’s simply because of the gruesome devil.

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BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH BETWEEN THE OMINOUS black clouds and the earth; there lies enchanting breeze placidly cooling the atmosphere, Between wholesome pitch darkness and brilliant sunlight; there lies the mesmerizing evening; passionately awaiting the night, Between the summit of colossal mountain and the dusty roads; there lies the delectably gurgling waterfall; dissipating into silken froth, Between the mammoth tusked elephant and the minuscule ant; there lies the innocuous rabbit; playing hide and seek amidst the labyrinth of bushes, Between the bombastic Mercedes and the threadbare tricycle; there lies a bike; zipping past the landscapes at lightening speeds, Between the transparent mirror and mounds of abominable coal; there lies murky coins of silver; incarcerating all in vicinity with their mystical spell, Between the stupendously exotic rose and the infinitesimal granules of free soil; there lies nimble blades of grass; voraciously tickling trespassers with their tantalizing tendrils, Between the obstreperously screeching train and the perpetually silent valley; there lies the bubbling river; granting substantial reprieve from the agony of sweltering sun, Between hostile thorns of cactus and the sweet curry of pulverized sugar; there lies the robust apple imparting a voluptuous flavor the instant you masticated it, Between the profusely embellished statue and heap of fetid garbage; there lies the succulent coconut with a pool of tangy water impregnated in its womb, Between the grandiloquent castle and the shoddily attired iron 746

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drainpipe; there lies the seaside hut; with waves of the ocean sporadically against its windows, Between the melodiously singing nightingale and the discordantly Wailing mosquito; there lies the sly fox; whistling harmoniously in open space, Between the pot bellied giant and the inconspicuous infant; there lies the impetuous youngster; euphorically wandering around, Between the bird soaring astronomically high and the slithering lizard; there lies the opalescent butterfly flirtatiously fluttering its wings, Between impeccable truth and nefarious evil; there lies the mischievous monkey playing pranks to appease mankind, Between the sanctimoniously rich and the bedraggled beggar; there lies the common man; trying to struggle every unleashing minute for existence, Between garish velvet and immaculate fibers of white; there lies the grey squirrel; frantically trying to search its burrow before sunset, Between immortal love and superficial hatred; there lies philanthropic friendship; propagating its essence far and wide, And between new born life and perilously old death; there lie sweet experiences; which add color to living; a dynamic vibrancy to breath.

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THERE WAS NOTHING LIKE OFFICE THERE WAS NOTHING like stink; in the dictionary of the rose; blossoming in the mesmerizing ambience of the valley, There was nothing like cowardice in the dictionary of the lion; roaring its way thunderously through the dense outgrowths of the jungle, There was nothing like adulteration in the dictionary of the gushing stream; cascading down the pristine slopes of the gorgeous mountain, There was nothing like pessimism in the dictionary of the Sun; inundating every spot of earth with blistering rays and dazzling shine, There was nothing like stain in the dictionary of the eraser; as it ruthlessly annihilated every blemish that it came across and caressed, There was nothing like color in the dictionary of milk; as it oozed out impeccably white from the teats of the mother, There was nothing like laziness in the dictionary of the clock; as it ticked diligently; without gasping the slightest for breath all round the clock, There was nothing like dryness in the dictionary of the clouds; as they showered unrelentingly; flooding scorching mass of sand with heavenly water, There was nothing like pandemonium in the dictionary of the valley; as it reverberated its echoes sonorous and clear; piercing every nook and cranny of the atmosphere, There was nothing like sleep in the dictionary of the owl; as it incorrigibly kept awake all night; without batting its eyelids the slightest, There was nothing like straightness in the dictionary of a dog; as it inevitably kept curling its tail; as hard as you might try and compress it, There was nothing like euphoria in the dictionary of a yawn; as it was a perennial indication of a person to blissfully close his eyes; snore and sleep, There was nothing like freezing in the dictionary of the fire; which leapt in handsome flames to try and sizzle the cosmos, There was nothing like weakness in the dictionary of the boxer; whose swollen fists; craved inexorably to drill a hole through the wall, There was nothing like bragging in the heart of a humanitarian; whose sole purpose in life was to uplift 748

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the downtrodden society, There was nothing like empathy in the tears of the corrupt politician; who simply cried to gain votes and sympathy of the masses, There was nothing like manipulation in the dictionary of the mother; as every word she uttered was in the benefit of her child, There was nothing like devil in the dictionary of the temple; where sacrosanct bells kept ringing the essence of existence till eternity, There was nothing like death in the dictionary of God; as he was immortal; guiding the destiny of all from the skies, And there was nothing like office in the dictionary of my mind; as I was overwhelmingly busy in composing poetry; engrossed in poetic fantasy and entirely oblivious to the vagaries of this mercenary world…

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I CARE A DAMN ABOUT THIS WORLD WHEN I WAS POOR and begging on the streets with my arms stretched; they said that I didn’t have skill to earn money, When I was fast asleep on the bed drowned in realms of exotic fantasy; they said that I was lazy and fit for nothing, When I was walking at electric speeds through the lanes; they said that I a trifle too active; fidgeted about without any rhyme or reason, When I was merrily eating breakfast; they said that I had a gargantuan appetite, When I gallivanted mischievously on my bicycle; they said that I simply couldn't afford a car, When I recited stanzas from the Shakespeare without stuttering the slightest; they said that I had consumed steroids, When I donated mammoth sums of money for the betterment of the orphaned; they said that I had ulterior motives behind my chivalrous pretence, When I diligently took bath thrice a day; they said that I was wasting precious water, When I smiled sympathetically towards the destitute women; they said that I had lecherous intents, When I danced in ecstatic jubilation; they said that I was polluting the atmosphere with my horrendous tunes, When I inadvertently killed mosquitoes hovering around my eardrum; they said that I had committed gruesome murder, When I inevitably sneezed in a cloud of obnoxious smoke; they said that I contaminated the ambience with my spit, When I looked at my watch from time to time; waiting anxiously for my wife; they said that I had maniacal tendencies, When I blissfully read books on literature; they said that I was wasting and condemning precious time, When I wrote volumes of poetry propagating the spirit of mankind; they said that I was a disdainful piece of burden on the surface of earth, When I assiduously worked on the computer screen for hours on the trot; they said that I was thoroughly rebuking the pen, When I boisterously swam in the ocean; they said 750

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that I was endangering the aquatic fish, When I amicably patted my pet dog; they said that I had simply no sense of health and hygiene, When I covered myself with a quilt to evade the freezing world; they said that I was a coward of the highest degree, When I stared passionately at my beloved; they said that I had just been released from the mental asylum, When I sometimes spoke in innocent whispers; they said that I resembled a new born child, When I lit a candle to pray to god; they said that I had deliberately broken the enchantment of the night, When I commenced my journey towards the 100th floor of the building in the escalator; they said that I had no legs of mine at all, When I sketched the enamoring shapes of the valley with my rustic paints; they said that I didn’t posses the ability to write, When I incessantly lay on the feet of my mother; they said that I was entirely oblivious to the vagaries of this world, When I meticulously solved mind boggling puzzles of arithmetic; they said that I was very commercial minded, When I sipped apple juice from the scintillating glass; they said that I stripped several others to satiate my hunger, When I chewed my nails in raw nervousness; they said that I lacked all ethical values; belonged to the indigenous society, When I cried vociferously; lamenting the loss of my beloved; they said that it simply a cover to sequester the fact that I had murdered her, When I worked like a dog in office to achieve astronomical limits; they said that I was a workaholic completely disoriented from the spiritual world, When I locked my house at night to guard my family against evil; they said that I lacked the virtue of being fearless, When I fixed the tyre of my car after it had got punctured; they said that I looked like a mechanic, When I shaved unruly strands of beard from my cheek at dawn; they said that I appeared like a shy girl, When I hurled a volley of abuse at the thieves intimidating a priest; they said that I was ill-mannered and uncultured, When I engulfed my forehead with a flabby cap in the peak of summer; they said that I was trying to hide my 751

baldness, When I went to the temple without wearing my shoes; they said that I didn't have the capacity to purchase one, When I went to meditate blissfully in the heart of the jungle; they said that I had suddenly metamorphosed into an insane relic, When I gulped pure and holistically radiant vegetable food; they said that I was trying to disrupt the eco-system, When I spoke in the language prevalent in my country; they said that I profoundly castigated all other dialects, When I enveloped my persona in a jet black shirt; they said that I had an aversion for impeccable white, When I stood tall and domineering in the crowd; they said that I was being showing off and pretending to be bombastic, When I clenched my teeth in supreme anger; they said that I was trying to display the color of my foreign toothpaste, When I blew mystical whistles from my mouth; they said that I was trying to be cheeky with young maidens, When I served milk to all the starved I encountered in the hutments; they said that I had blended poison in prolific quantities, When I slept with my feet facing the opposite side of the church; they said that God resides everywhere, When I expressed my philanthropic wish to donate blood; they said that the reason for my being so benign was because I had deadly aids, When I transgressed barechested on the grass to relieve my overwhelming tension; they said that I suddenly become bankrupt, When I procreated a battalion of children to continue the chapter of my existence; they said that I had indulged in licentious and sinful acts, When I viewed images from the television at close quarters after my meals; they said that I was addicted to sleazy entertainment, When I wore shimmering gemstones on my fingers to have an impact on my destiny; they said that I had furtively stolen them, When I ploughed the soil onerously to sow food grains; they said that I was committing barbaric acts of brutalizing the soil, When I passionately uttered "I Love You' with fire in my eyes; they said that I had memorized it several 752

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times from the contemporary textbooks, No matter what I did; they always opposed me; even if I was irrefutably right and on the path to serve humanity; poking their noses ominously into my affairs; making my life worse than the island of hell every minute; and that's when I said to the almighty lord; that I cared a damn about this world

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YOU COULDNT BUY YOU COULD PURCHASE a pair of teeth; but you couldn’t buy their scintillating shine, You could purchase a handsome tiger; but you couldn’t buy his thunderous growl, You could purchase a glamorous rose; but you couldn’t buy its mesmerizing redolence, You could purchase the entire valley; but you couldn’t buy its unfathomable depth, You could purchase a mammoth slab of ice; but you couldn’t buy its frozen coolness, You could purchase sprawling territories of sand; but you couldn’t buy their sweltering heat, You could purchase a cluster of opalescent striped nightingales; but you couldn’t buy their enchanting voice, You could purchase boundless meadows of grass; but you couldn’t buy the coat of dew drops glistening on their surface, You could purchase the sapphire blue dolphin; but you couldn’t buy its rollicking leap, You could purchase dexterously sculptured paintings; but you couldn’t buy the artists mind, You could purchase the colossal lake; but you couldn’t buy the fish proliferating inside; every unleashing second, 754

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You could purchase a pair of eyes from the eye bank; but you couldn’t buy their emphatic rays, You could purchase knotted fingers; but you couldn’t buy the things they wrote, You could purchase a sparkling jewel; but you couldn’t buy the impact that it had on your destiny, You could purchase a swanky car; but you couldn’t buy the speeds at which it traversed, You could purchase a slave; but you couldn’t buy the uninhibited freedom of his thoughts, You could purchase a woman; but you couldn’t buy the love residing deep in her conscience, You could purchase an idol of God; but you couldn’t buy the omnipotent power it was capable of executing, And you could purchase a heart; but you simply couldn’t buy its violently palpitating beats; the overwhelming tenacity it had to grant new life...

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WHO COULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED WHO COULD HAVE ever imagined that the flower so redolent and fresh in the morning; would one day collapse towards the ground in a shriveled heap? Who could have ever imagined that the grass so green and lush in bustling autumn; would resemble a ghastly brown in the middle of inclement winter? Who could have ever imagined that the waves swirling vivaciously in the heart of the ocean; would be frigid streams of water as they reached the silver shorelines? Who could have ever imagined that the poignant candle flames illuminating the atmosphere; would eventually die a cowardly death with the slightest of breeze? Who could have ever imagined that the succulent fruit of raspberry; would gruesomely rot and decay in an ambience of dead straw? Who could have ever imagined that the immaculate and crisp fabric of shirt in the morning; would develop a plethora of blotches after undergoing the tyranny of the day? Who could have ever imagined that the profoundly scintillating chain of white silver; would one day evolve peels of deplorable rust? Who could have ever imagined that the milk so revitalizing and tingling; would transit into bitter cream; after a few hours of exposure in stringent light? Who could have ever imagined that the formidable fortress constructed of exquisite quality iron and mortar; would one day lie blended with the dust; after undergoing the aftermath of a devastating earthquake? Who could have ever imagined that the cluster of teeth so scintillating and white at dawn; would transit their demeanor into a pallid yellow after consuming the first meal of the day? Who could have ever imagined that the crystalline gurgling stream cascading down mountain slopes in the peak of monsoon; would be a mere trickle of its original self in 756

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acerbic heat of summer? Who could have ever imagined that crimson blood circulating rampantly through the veins; would metamorphose itself into a colorless liquid; when struck with deadly cancer? Who could have ever imagined that the appetizing slice of toast dipped in mesmerizing marmalade; would transform into a lackluster chunk of bread; after marathon time of proximity with the mosquitoes? Who could have ever imagined that the jungle looking so enchanting in daylight; would be a ghastly black soon after stars appeared in the firmament of sky? Who could have ever imagined that the luxury sedan embodied with glistening interiors and lightening speeds; would be deserted on the solitary pavement; squelched to threadbare junk after the gruesome accident? Who could have ever imagined that the eyes so exuberant and lively in the morning; would become overwhelmingly dreary and blurred; as nightfall strangulated the light in entirety? Who could have ever imagined that stupendously melodious tunes of music emanating from the throat; would after a while become discordantly appalling when the vocal chords were exhausted? Who could have ever imagined that sparkling and transparent patches of sky; would wholesomely lose their entity; after being inundated with ominous clouds; suddenly without any sort of prior notice? And who could have ever imagined that man so robust and bustling in youthful fervor; would one day lie buried in his corpse; waiting for the creator to recreate him again?

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REPLACEMENTS IF BRICKS IN the edifice were replaced by inflated balloons, The colossal structure would tumble down on earth; like a pack of soft plastic cards. If acerbic blades of the ceiling fan were; replaced with satiny Persian cloth, I would be able to kiss the contraption; even when revolving at full speeds. If coarse cloth of jagged trouser; was replaced with succulent candy floss, There would be a battalion of red ant crawling up; devouring the sumptuous meal. If a cluster of calcium teeth; were replaced by intricate fillings of wrought iron, The individual would have the prowess to chew the hardest of stone; yet not be able to smile. If the gargantuan body of saline ocean; was replaced by ponds of still water, There would be no whales swimming; with frothy waves disappearing into oblivion. If salubrious juice of jaggery; was replaced by chemical sugar, A myriad of bowels would expurgate themselves; relinquishing taste. If shards of obdurate crystal glass; were replaced by gelatine paper, There would be a chain of robberies committed all day; with the burglars sleeping sedately throughout the night. If every iota of soil on ground; was replaced by granules of exquisite silver, There would be no penurious existing on earth; with all green foliage ceasing to grow. If the metal wings of aircraft; were replaced by pure cotton, The plane would acrobatically nosedive towards the ground; assassinating slim hopes of survival. 758

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If entwined bones of body; were replaced by plum juice, The body would inevitably collapse on the ground; diminishing all hopes of plausible autopsy. And if humans on the globe; were replaced by mechanized robots, A plethora of tasks would be executed to meticulous perfection, And the most versatile organism; would fatally succumb without learning the art of love.

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PAST, PRESENT AND NEAR FUTURE AS INNOCUOUS AS the wail of a newly born infant; sleeping blissfully in his airtight cradle, As evanescent as the sun setting behind the mountains; giving way to the descending of night, As nimble as the fleet footed squirrel; traversing night and day through hollow spaces of the tree, As tender as a woman draped in pure silk; her embellished eyelids lowered a trifle in meek submission, As redolent as the tendrils of the blossoming rose; shimmering in magnificent color under orange rays of the sun, As impeccable as the spires of the temple; towering harmoniously towards the sky, Was my early childhood and past. As speedy as the flying aircraft; cutting placid currents of breeze at electric velocity, As boisterous as the kangaroo; taking two leaps at a time, As rambunctious as the humming bee; buzzing discordant and loud at all times, As tenacious as the milky white moon; profoundly illuminating the ghastly darkness, As passionate as thunder clouds colliding in the cosmos; and the subsequent pelting down of torrential rain, 760

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As pragmatic as commercial business; equating the intricate nuances of life, Is my robustly rubicund youth and present.

As mystical as the unfathomable gorge; the echo reverberating loud and stringent across the valley, As mysterious as the enigmas of the universe; infinite riddles of creation left unexplored, As inexplicable as the sporadic shedding of leaves in autumn; the rendering of lush green landscapes into barren land, As poignant as the hood of the serpent; its fangs snaring viciously in spell bound enchantment, As uncanny as the underground volcano; with its dormant lava unpredictably circulating all around, And I now leave it entirely on my omniscient creator to chisel my dreams; mold my destiny; unveil my near future.

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WHAT REASON HAD YOU IF THE SMALL and inconspicuously tiny ant; could foment the mammoth elephant to collapse on the ground, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? If the dainty and fragile wave had the power all by itself to gradually culminate into the entire and colossal ocean, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? If the minuscule spider could spin its web again at thunderbolt speeds; even after it was viciously destroyed infinite number of times, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? If the man who was completely blind; bereft of indispensable centers of sight; could browse through boundless lines of Braille in a single day, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? If the frigid looking and slimy worm could build a mountain of mud; within just a matter of few hours; dexterously carrying small pints of sand on its back, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? If the newly born infant could win over a million hearts; without even uttering a word; just by the virtue of its innocuous smile, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? If the single and infinitesimal flame of candle could illuminate the entire cover of ghastly darkness; as it burnt waveringly inside the solitary hut, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? If the child horrendously orphaned since birth; could 762

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become the Prime Minister of his country one fine day, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? If the profoundly lazy and potbellied tortoise; could win the race even when competing with the whirlwind speed rabbit, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? If the miserably stone deaf beggar; could sing melodious songs of enchanting music; being oblivious to the most faintest trace of sound since his very birth, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind? And If the person even after being dead for infinite years; be immortally present everywhere through the spirit of his benevolent deeds, Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag behind?

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ONCE UPON A TIME EVERY TREE STANDING lanky and towering on the hills; was once upon a time a minuscule seedling, Every dog barking discordantly on the streets; was once upon a time an innocuous pup; yelping incoherently in the darkness all around, Every bird soaring handsomely in the sky; was once upon a time a glistening egg; incarcerated beneath soft twigs of the nest, Every alligator slithering menacingly through the marshy swamps; was once upon a time an inconspicuous tadpole floating nimbly in still water, Every desert sprawled over infinite territory; was once upon a time a small hillock of disdainfully colored mud, Every star shimmering brilliantly in the cosmos; was once upon a time a tiny flame of glowing candle, Every mountain towering domineeringly on the landscapes; was once upon a time an infinitesimal lump of clay, Every tiger with a deafening growl philandering through the jungles; was once upon a time an infantile cub; having bohemian paws without the slightest of nail, Every leaf gargantuan in proportion and cascading from the tree; was once upon a time; a raw bud extruding in clusters; proliferating by the hour, Every volcano fulminating into sizzling fountains; was once upon a time a 764

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placid stream of molten liquid, Every patch of ominous cloud in the sky; was once upon a time thin wisps of atmosphere, Every slab of fortified wall; was once upon a time a finely pulverized blend of burnt stone, Every large bone of the body; was once upon a time a profoundly squelched mass of intermingles flesh, Every squall that swept thunderously across the city; was once upon a time a droplet of saline tear that trickled down the cheek, Every mass of lethal dynamite that exploded; was once upon a time an incongruous piece of lead, Every wind that mightily blew in the monsoons; was once upon a time moist breath that flowed intermittently through the nostrils, Every dinosaur trampling indiscriminately through the meadows; was once upon a time an obnoxiously scented insect, Every mother surrounded blissfully by children; was once upon a time a freckled and embarrassed girl, Every reptile profusely impregnated with poison; was once upon a time a stinging beetle, And every man trespassing on the surface of land; trying to reign supreme over the entire earth; was once upon a time a particle of saw dust; simply a short stub of compressed thread; one out of the millions lying scattered in directions unprecedented.

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THE GREATEST TRUTH; THE GREATEST LIE. The greatest comfort existing; is in the moist arms of the impeccable mother, The greatest light existing; is the dazzling glow of the flamboyantly fiery sun, The greatest depth existing; is in the poignant eyes of your beloved, The greatest salt existing; is in the undulating waters of the saline ocean, The greatest blessing existing; is the one imparted by the impoverished heart, The greatest noise existing; is the deafening roar of the fulminating volcano, The greatest scent existing; is the one emanating profoundly from the redolent rose, The greatest taste existing; is in the succulent cluster of ravishing plums, The greatest length existing; is the colossal expanse of crystal blue sky, The greatest dirt existing; is the massacre of the innocent and the deprived, The greatest voice existing; is the enchanting sound of the nightingale, The greatest hand existing; is the one that philanthropically helps others in times of distress, The greatest color existing; is the one circumventing the resplendent rainbow, The greatest water existing; is the one trapped delectably inside the hard skull of coconut, The greatest language existing; is the one symbolizing humanity, The greatest mirror existing; is the one intricately lining your soul, The greatest perspiration existing; is the one that dribbled profusely after a hard days work, The greatest joke existing; is that life is a bed of roses, The greatest bye existing; was one executed by a dying soldier, The greatest lie existing; is that man can live forever; and never die, And the greatest truth existing; is unbiased love; the entity you solely continue living for…

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THE LAST DAY OF HIS LIFE He smiled as the milkman dropped milk; when usually he would swap his fingers menacingly at him; for arriving even a minute late, He hoisted the dirty urchin high in his hands; when usually he would shoo all stray children running helter-skelter in the streets; with his stick, He gave a handsome tip to the waiter; when usually he would scream at the top of his lungs for not being served properly, He strolled bare chested in the sun-lit balcony; when usually he would adorn himself in the tightest of suit and glossy pant, He danced rampantly in the rain outside; when usually he would stringently admonish all servants to shut the windows airtight; as soon as the first patch of black cloud lingered in the sky, He ate the most piquant of chili; when usually he refrained from tasting even small pinches of common salt, He talked loquaciously all day in a host of languages; when usually his moved his lips sternly; only when required, He sat for hours on the bed of squalid grass; when usually he never transgressed on anything except shimmering slabs of pure marble, He sipped chilled champagne with gay abandon; when usually he didn’t touch anything except Herbal tea, He laughed thunderously at the slightest of joke; when usually he was far too stingy even on smiles, He drove his car himself at lightening speeds; when usually he incorrigibly refused to leave the house ever; without his driver, He left his wrists bare; gauging the time from position of the sun; when usually he even slept the entire night with his watch strapped tightly, He viewed television incessantly at strident volumes; when usually he preferred to brood desolately in solitude, He sang romantic tunes from contemporary songs; when usually he always condemned and rebuked the advent of pop music, He masticated at raw slices of poignant cucumber; when usually he commanded the cooks to boil his food to unprecedented limits, He shook hands magnanimously with the peons; when usually he held a 767

handkerchief stuffed snugly to his nose; to superficially avoid their odor while confronting them, He let his hair descend down in wild streaks; when usually he made sure every morning that each follicle was combed and oiled; till its last root projecting from his scalp, He wore a loose and threadbare ragamuffin shirt; when usually he was embellished in silken fabric; with the most omnipotent of scent inundating every pore of his skin, He even winked at witnessing lovers in the park; blessing them for their future lives to unfurl; when usually he put such trespassers behind iron bars of custody, And today he forgave everyone he interacted with; lived life the way he did when he was just born; as he knew it that this was the last time he would ever see this marvelous earth; "THE LAST DAY OF HIS LIFE"…

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A SINGLE GROWL The inconspicuous little tadpoles kept fluttering their fins; hardly able to make any impact on the violent swirl of water, While it was only the preposterously huge Blue Whale which gobbled all marine life in vicinity; over-toppled the gargantuan ship; the instant it opened its jaw. The diminutive stalks of grass swayed pretentiously; being mocked by the wind every unfurling second; as they belted miserably under pressure, While it was only the thick rooted tree; which not only bore the onslaught of treacherous storm; but also granted loads of compassionate reprieve to the frigid follicles. The flames of the grandiloquent wax candle appeared insipid and weak; abysmally diminishing with the slightest draught of breeze leaking from the window, While it was only the blistering fire that leapt high and handsome towards the sky; charring everything that intermingled with its flow; blazing brilliantly in the darkness of the night. The paltry spray of fountain was delectable to witness; although it subsided completely when the tap was tightly shut, While it was only the gigantic ocean with undulating waves that swelled and rose; thunderously clashing with the uncouth chain of shining rocks. The chirp of the sparrow was weak and fragile; hardly making an impact on animate life prevailing in proximity, While it was only the deafening roar of the majestic lion; that sent an everlasting echo through the entire jungle; put a standstill to all commotion; terrorizing philandering pranksters to the last bone of their spine. The superficial string of bombs emitted clouds of frigid smoke after exploding; although they pathetically floundered in making any impact on the colossal structure, While it was only the earthquake that devastated the entire city; sent mighty 769

buildings tumbling on the ground like a pack of plastic cards. The fairy tale was embodied with a blend of flowery and disdainful spellings; which were futile as they proved too frugal in tickling the mental imagery, While it was only the comprehensive dictionary which encapsulated every word spoken on the planet; that instantly triggered imagination and put the mind to immediate work. The effeminate whispers of the teachers; could hardly pacify the bustling pandemonium in the classroom, While it was only the stringent shout of the Principal that silenced them in one shot; fomented infinite goose-bumps to creep up their skin. And the Goldsmith banged his hammer thousands of times; but wasn’t able to produce the most minuscule of indentation on the slab of frozen water, While it was only when the rustic Barbarian thrashed the chunk with his heavy axe; that the ice split into boundless splinters; and crystal water started to painstakingly dribble down.

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LIFELESS COMMODITY When I stood on the earth and stared at the sky; I wasn’t the least ruffled by what I saw; continuing to stroll at a leisurely pace humming a mystical tune, While it was only when I peered down from the helicopter amidst the clouds; that I felt an uncanny wave of fear grip my mind; the mind-boggling distance; scaring the daylights out of my breath. When I stood on the stony ground and sighted the building; I profoundly ridiculed the clothes flapping astray; with every draught of weak wind, While it was only when I lowered my eyes down; kneeling my elbow against the balcony of the 100th floor; that I almost did nature's call in my trousers; simply flabbergasted by the boundless depth separating me and the mud. When I was born blind since birth; I could hardly perceive the benefits of vision; infact made a mockery of those who walked without a stick, While it was only when I had a perfect pair of glistening eyes; witnessing the ravishing beauty of Globe at close quarters; that I felt petrified to the last bone down my spine; everytime I envisaged of life without sight. When I was as black as charcoal; the blistering rays of afternoon hardly having any producing effect on my ungainly complexion; I chortled loudly at people applying make-up creams to protect their skin, While it was only when I was a snobbish alien; embodied with the color of a white powdered angel; that I dreaded the aftermath of even taking a single step in sunlight. When I was transgressing on ground for several years without feet; I sympathized with people having bulging legs; infact quite happy to crawl delectably all around using my hands, While it was only when I was a robust man; adorned in bombastic garment; that I trembled at the tiniest mention of meeting with an accident; having to bear the tyranny of walking with crippled ankles life long. When I was illiterate; signing every document with my back of my thumb; 771

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YOU CAN'T STRANGULATE YOURSELF AND STILL LEAD LIFE You can't compress your fingers and still prolifically write, You can't clench your teeth and still gregariously smile, You can't sleep tight on the bed and still boisterously run, You can't stand in freezing snowflakes and still sweat like a horse, You can't stitch your lips and still loquaciously speak, You can't stuff cotton in your ears and still hear the pin dropping on pure silk, You can't squeeze your eyes and still witness the mesmerizing sparrow shrugging rain drops from its body, You can't tie your hands and still swim against turbulent waves of the choppy ocean, You can't slit your stomach with a knife; and still devour ravishing chunks of tangy butter, You can't paint the mirror and still sight your pellucid reflection, You can't stand on Mount Everest and still view the world as it is, You can't consume titillating champagne and still decipher mind boggling sums of arithmetic, You can't wear cowdung coated shoes and still smell like a supremely redolent rose, You can't walk upside down and still shake hands amicably with your girlfriend, You can't walk on red-hot embers of coal and still want your feet to develop extra soles, You can't have shattered teeth ands till snap through the obdurate shell of coconut in one snap, You can't have a snow white beard extruding from your cheeks and still proclaim that you were a teenager, You can't yawn with your Jaws wide open and still remain dry eyed, You can't be an insane lunatic and still be able to scrupulously recite each stanza from the Shakespeare, You can't adorn a diamond ring on your finger and still audaciously declare that you weren't engaged, 773

You can't get as pink as a radish and still say that you didn’t blush the slightest, You can't protrude out your tongue in anger and still convey to the world that you were a revered saint, You can't have dark circles under your lids and still perceive yourself to be an innocuous kid, You can't keep lying on the seashore and still feel in the midst of tingling adventure, You can't whip the slave left, right, center and still believe that you had blessed him, You can't act like a crazy clown and still envisage yourself to be the greatest actor, You can't stammer and still speak with articulate proficiency on the mike, You can't drive slow and still win the whirlwind speed motor car race, You can't be bare eyed and still stare unrelentingly into the blazing fireball of sun, You can't shout deafeningly and still blow a melodious whistle, You can't be afraid of a mosquito and still pledge to leap into the unfathomably deep valley head on, You can't eat Cadbury chocolates and still expect smoke to diffuse ecstatically from your nostrils, You can't drape your feet in spiked footwear and still topple on the ground like nine pins, You can't apply mud on your hair and still experience the silken follicles shine, You can't keep looking at the changing sun and still tell the exact minute of the day, You can't have a badly fractured hand and still expect to challenge the mightiest wrestler, You can't have red ants inside your trousers and still sit unperturbed throughout the business meeting, You can't have savage blood coated on your hands and still divulge to the world that they were as sacrosanct as God, You can't be incarcerated behind bars of the prison and still play hide-n-seek with your children in the park, You can't wear a flimsy night suit and still stand without shivering on the frozen lake, You can't have infinite blemishes of chicken pox and still compare yourself with the shimmering pearl, You can't be a mundane businessman and still have a passionate penchant for poetic rhyme, You can't be an imbecile beggar and still think of sleeping all night on the golden couch, 774

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You can't sit in front of the man eater leopard and still recite tranquil rhymes from the holy scriptures, You can't stick your tongue out and still say that you're well mannered and extremely cultured, You can't be a ghastly skeleton suspended from the ceiling and still conquer the entire battle field in war, You can't wink flirtatiously at a girl and still adroitly tell her that she was your sister, You can't be rustic fisherman and still know the most intricate of computer virus, You can't spell death wrongly and still have an ambition to die, You can't simply hold the knife in your hands and still profusely bleed, You can't open your mouth a trifle lazily and still expect thunderous tunes to blast through the frigid atmosphere, You can't wear a necklace of glistening diamonds and still feel venomous snakes brutally strangulating your neck, You can't be a slime coated frog and still conceive yourself to as the astonishingly beautiful crown princess, You can't eat foul sewage floating in the gutter and still expect pearls to pop out each time you opened your mouth, You can't tear plain paper into infinite parts and still flood its surface with unending lines of literature, You can't have lecherous fires blazing in your eyes and still have empathy for the deprived, You can't worry baselessly and still make people around you wholeheartedly laugh, You can't maliciously envy your counterparts and still reach the top, You can't drive a truck blindfolded and still be able to reach the other end of the road safely, You can't be sitting in one corner of the dark room and still imagine yourself to be a complete man, You can't develop nerve-wrecking stress and still have blissful peace, You can't apply effeminate lipstick on your lips and still claim to be Tarzan inhabiting the wild, You can't drench yourself wholesomely in the rain and still catch blazing fires the very next instant, You can't draw incongruous lines with your feet and 775

still visualize yourself as the greatest artist, You can't brag like a donkey and still whisper to the society that you were unselfishly polite, You can't keep surging down into deep waters and still view the pinnacle of the tower spiraling high towards the sun, You can't roll amidst heaps of glittering gold and still cry hysterically that you were poor, You can't walk in stark darkness and still sight your shadow following you at close quarters, You can't have black lizards slithering all over your body and still remain as stoical as frozen ice, You can't lick hard dirt and still find your tongue as clear as the transparent mirror, You can't run like a whirlwind volcano and still feel your heart completely dormant in your chest, You can't sway flirtatiously sighting every girl and still convince your wife that she was the only entity you revered, You can't be oblivious to the first alphabet of English language and still imbibe every word of the colossal dictionary,’ You can't live imprisoned behind the dingy brick wall and still inhale gallons of blissful air, You can't keep looking at your watch every minute and still announce confidently that you weren't a trifle anxious, You can't emulate every action happening beside you and still cognize yourself to be entirely independent, You can't sit languidly in the air-craft to smoothly glide up the hill and still bellow at the top of your lungs that you clambered up all the treacherous slope standing on your toes, You can't deluge your mouth completely with water and still want jewels to tumble out each time you spoke, You can't have thorns adhered to all parts of your body and still feel yourself heavily soaked in spongy jelly, You can't be a satanic barbarian chopping raw flesh and still imagine yourself to have created new life, You can't bathe in a river of sweet honey and still want the bees to shirk away the instant they sighted you, You can't lie breathless in the stone clad coffin and still come out bouncing radiantly alive, You can't have a reserved heart wandering materialistically and still fall madly in love, And You cant strangulate your emotions; grope 776

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uncertainly in a land of cowardice and still lead life…

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I WANTED THE WORLD TO RECOGNIZE I wanted people to recognize me as a poet penning down volumes of mystical verse; not as a mundane businessman, I wanted people to recognize me as true perspiration trickling in the sun; not as the sleazy bottle of artificial scent, I wanted people to recognize me as bare skin battling all seasons; not as gaudy cloth camouflaging every part of my demeanor, I wanted people to recognize me as crystalline water cascading down the pristine slopes; not as obnoxious whisky bubbling gently in the barrels, I wanted people to recognize me as raw power of muscle; not as radiating boxing gloves fitted snugly to my palms, I wanted people to recognize me as milk naturally oozing from the cow; not as chunks of pallid ice-cream stored in the refrigerator, I wanted people to recognize me as a ray of sun in the cosmos; not as bombastic gleam of the bulb piercing effeminately through the night, I wanted people to recognize me as original hoarse voice; not as shrill tunes diffusing over the silver coated mike, I wanted people to recognize me as impeccable eyes; not as slinky tint of sunglasses blended with a myriad of beastly designs, I wanted people to recognize me as a soldier; not as a parasitic leech suckling fodder from the rosy tree, I wanted people to recognize me as a dreamy yawn fantasizing unrelentingly; not as matchbox steps leading to the corporate office, I wanted people to recognize me as a stalk of grass with glistening dew drops; not as ghastly spray of fertilizer causing animate to perish in vicinity, I wanted people to recognize me as wild undergrowths of the valley; not as the glittering castle carved out of polished sandstone, I wanted people to recognize me as choppy waves of the ocean; not as disdainful ringing of the alarm clock at dawn, I wanted people to recognize me as a nostalgic philanderer; not as the broker manipulating intricacies of the stock market, I wanted people to recognize me as a vivacious rainbow draping the velvety sky; not as flickering lights of the modern disco, I wanted people to recognize me a scarlet cluster of sensuous grapes; not as 778

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the meticulous array of white spoons and forks, I wanted people to recognize me as my mothers son; not as a towering entity garlanded with flowers, And I wanted the world to recognize me as individual burning every second in the blazing inferno of love; not as a cupid arranging marriages for couples based on their horroscopes, caste and creed...

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BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE ?

You may have washed your hands; cleaning them scrupulously of the most invisible of stain, But what about the blood adhering to your heart; the several innocent whom you had beheaded without any rhyme or reason? You may have eaten stupendously sizzling slices of mutton; masticating the morsels after blending them with handsome salt, But what about the goat mother who bleated incessantly; after losing her only son, the only flesh she had delivered facing the grueling agony of long months? You may have laughed the loudest in the crowd; propagating the same infectiously in pedestrians around you, But what about the old man; who had to trip his footing in a slush of dirty sewage water; in order to cause you to smile? You may have dressed in the most glamorous of coat and trousers; sprinkling your entire demeanor with an ocean of passionate scent, But what about those tyrannized sheep who were left shivering in bizarre cold; after you uncouthly stripped their skins of their natural protection? You may have spoken the most flowery speech on the mike; drawing loads of adulation from all those who were mesmerized by the beautiful essence in the lines, But what about the writer whom you had incarcerated in the dungeons; after stealing his writing to stand tall and domineering? You may have driven in the most contemporary of car; with its golden wheels traversing the meandering lanes of the hill like a galloping panther, But what about the infinite stalks of fresh grass; the innocuous infants wandering around; whom you had trampled indiscriminately in your insatiable march towards victory? You may have drunk cartons full of mineral water; quenching your thirst under the scorching sun of midday, 780

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But what about those people reeling under severe drought; whose wells you had emptied to tingle the food in your stomach? You may have lived for a 100 years; surviving on the most conventional of medicine and steroids, But what about those innocent whom you had slaved; in order to clean every iota of dirt you spat on this earth? And you may have loved; imprisoning every girl you set your eyes on with the power of your wealth, But what about all those billion lives you had assassinated; in order to satisfy each desire of yours?

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BEARDED I didn’t need a pair of scissors; glistening wildly in yellow sunlight, I didn’t need a knife; protruding gallantly from the slender handle, I didn’t need a hostile blade; with edges as sharp as a savage vulture, I didn’t need after shave cologne; emanating a scent more stupendous than the rose, I didn’t need a pungent slab of aluminum; having its surface as smooth as white ice, I didn’t need a soft sponge; with its body profusely dipped in tingling antiseptic, I didn’t need tablets of colored soap; evolving a bath of bubbles after vigorous scrubbing, I didn’t need high pressured foam; diffusing into a stream of spicy froth the instant I compressed it, I didn’t need long spools of cotton; triangular heaps of bandages to drape across my wounds, I didn’t need shimmering tweezers of pure steel; to scrupulously pluck my hair, I didn’t need sleazy colored dye; with its shade resembling rotten vegetables decaying in the dark, I didn’t need a blow dryer; ejecting out tones of hot air at whirlwind speeds, I didn’t need a barrel of vanity powder; to spuriously illuminate the contours of my face, I didn’t need a bowl of moisturizing cream; to incessantly massage each pore of my skin, I didn’t need sizzling face pads; to caress the breath flowing harmoniously out of my nose, I didn’t need a mirror; to admire my reflection for marathon hours in the scintillating glass incorporated within, I didn’t even need to waste a single second more in the morning; reaching the office well before the boss came in, And the strange thing was; that even if someone donated all the above contraptions to me completely free; I still would blatantly reject them, By now you must be at the edge of your seats to know the secret of my existence; well the answer to this is more simpler than your voice; as I didn’t have even the slightest of free space on my cheeks; or to put it 782

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more succinctly I was BEARDED…

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A SINGLE DEVIL A single rotten apple with flies feasting on its succulent body; decays the entire ensemble of robust apples, A single stain of black dye sprawling rampantly; spoils the beauty of the entire white fabric, A single hole in its heavy and metallic body; uncouthly drowns the entire ship, A single stream of venom oozing gently; contaminates the entire river of impeccable milk, A single bit of sewage smelling fetidly; annihilates the beauty of the entire garden laden with blossoming petals, A single virus in the blood stream; metamorphoses the individual from rubicund and healthy to insane and sick, A single particle of dandruff loitering in animosity; pollutes the entire conglomerate of lustrous and shining hair, A single nail overgrown and dirty; imperils the look of the entire palm embossed with mystical lines, A single dark cloud in the cosmos; adulterates the entire sky which is blue and crystal clear, A single town clock running late; delays the life of the entire city; with most of the people yawning as the sun crept up in brilliant afternoon, A single loophole in the house; entices the entire team of burglars to maraud at will; pilfer stealthily through closed doors at night, A single crack in the bone; foments the entire leg to walk in contorted pain; limp across the road for mercy, A single spark of white electricity; electrocutes the entire family; triggering the house to explode in volatile fury, A single crease in the crisp shirt; debases the entire demeanor which was otherwise quite sparkling and flawless, A single snore thunderously emanating; breaks the silence of tranquil and blissful sleep, A single shiver down the petrified spine; engenders the snake to pierce its lethal fangs and bite, A single stroke of stringent red; disturbs the harmony of the otherwise splendid marksheet, A single lie spoken; condemns a person beyond all anecdotes of his honesty, 784

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And a single devil in the mind; not only ruins all the sanctity previously existing; but also finishes a person in mind, body and eternal soul…

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ALL I WANT IS EVERYTHING All I want is a chain of thick gold adorning my neck, All I want is a stream of white champagne to incessantly titillate my throat, All I want is a swanky car that can transport me long distance, at the mere caress of a button, All I want is a book of spell binding fairy tales, which flood my mind with intrigue and enigma, All I want is a castle with towering walls, carved all over in delectable sandstone, All I want is an appetizing meal of vegetable cherry, which makes me slaver till my last drop of saliva is exhausted, All I want is a silken sheet of floss, draping my body in entirety, All I want is golden globules of sweat, tingling me exotically as the cascaded down my nape, All I want is swirling waves of the ocean, splashing their raw salt on my lips as they struck, All I want is an ensemble of voluptuous reptile, lingering loosely from my scalp, All I want is silver chained wrist watch, its dainty twinkling resonating in my ears all day long, All I want is the rubicund apple sprouting from the tip of Mount Everest, bite through its body with gusty fervor, All I want is a sparkling pillow impregnated with white pearls, the mysticism in their reflection drowning me into their splendor, All I want is a candle with a perpetual glow, its resplendent radiance illuminating my ghastly night, All I want is a dream that never ended, took me on a wild journey of waterfalls and snow clad penguins, All I want is a pot-bellied tortoise, snuggling close to my heart when I was tense, All I want is an ivory broomstick, which could fly me high and handsome towards blazing portions of the sky, All I want is sizzling soup of spicy coriander, which caused tears of satisfaction to roll down my cheeks in tandem, All I want is a robust pigeon perched languidly on the rooftop; fluttering its wings to produce delectable draughts of air, All I want is immaculate milk; bombastic chunks of cream floating in a silver bowl, 786

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All I want is peanut butter; with its dazzling slices of yellow tingling the most remotest bud of my taste, All I want is a ravishing watermelon; titillating my tongue beyond the point of no control, All I want is long sheets of flawless paper; to embed its surface with a million lines of poetry, All I want is a mind functioning unrelentingly; fantasizing even while in deep sleep, All I want is a dolphin diving handsomely in the pool; with its glistening fins splashing across my face; sprinkling it with imprisoned droplets of water, All I want is a multi-legged octopus; spreading its tentacles the instant I gently tapped it, All I want is a snake leather whip; emanating exotic noises as I dared to slash the warm air with it, All I want is a dawn encompassing me with its voluptuous coolness; refraining to develop into the hostile day, All I want is a glass full of dewdrops; to be placed beside my morning plate of bread and breakfast, All I want is a cat with furry skin; purring across my chest in my times of distress, All I want is a hunch-backed camel gazing at me amicably; flooding my nostrils with its natural scent, All I want is a gargantuan brass bell; punctuating the atmosphere with stringent tunes, All I want is a trouser embossed with golden buttons; as long as the terrain of the Himalayas, All I want is a crystal globe; that depicted my future as every second unleashed into a wholesome minute, All I want is a bottle replete with inebriating rum; which overflowed even after I had consumed the last bit of it, All I want is a road which transited me without walking the slightest; to the place where the sun met the land, All I want is a field sprawling over infinite hectares of land; in which there grew only rotund buds of mushroom, All I want is a word that was the longest; and which didn't exist in the most contemporary of dictionary, All I want is a dungeon stashed with golden biscuits; with their shine tearing apart all premonitions of poverty and disgrace, All I want is an academic degree of the highest pedigree and status; without even slogging it a single hour in the day, All I want is a necklace sewn with a myriad of pearls; 787

attached to innumerable oysters live and breathing alive, All I want is eyes with lids of the most toughest of steel; ensuring that I didn’t become blind even in an atmosphere swirling with pugnacious thorns, All I want is a bohemian hand; which could snap a mountain of iron bricks in a single stroke, All I want is a scintillating telephone; on which I could converse for hours without it being actually connected, All I want is an enigmatic herb; which could keep me eternally young and with brilliant black hair even after I crossed 100, All I want is a spring; which kept on bouncing and rebounding; thereby making me uncontrollably laugh, All I want is cocoons of golden brown potatoes; roasted delectably over in crackling fires, All I want is clusters of red cherries; with handsome porcupines crawling nimbly on their surface, All I want is silver crested stars of the cosmos; to profoundly illuminate my every night, All I want is pinnacle of every mountain existing; to rest in meek submission on my worktable desktop, All I want is a wild elephant; which swishes tones of water merrily all around with its trunk, All I want is a frozen slice of bread; that delectably melts in my mouth stimulating me profoundly all throughout the day, All I want is a rainbow dissipated into infinite colors; lingering mystically in my eyeball, All I want is a liquid that makes me completely invisible; imparts me with the power to trespass with supreme ease; even into the house of the president, All I want is a bird that perches compassionately on my shoulders; drifts me into a blissful slumber rhyming harmoniously in my ears, All I want is an army of mosquitoes bereft of venom; tingling each pore of my skin; with every bite of theirs, All I want is a shirt sewn with glittering diamonds; which I used as a substitute for my mirror; whenever I felt the urge to sight my reflection, All I want is a room so obsolete and remote; that I could distinctly hear even the sound of my breath, All I want is a ring embedded with a magical stone; that turned my fortunes dramatically; a few hours after wearing it, All I want is a whale fish as tall as the sky; which 788

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would let me marvel each part of its glistening body; feel its royal snout with my bare fingers, All I want is a pool full of steaming water; with droplets of cascading wine revitalizing each patch of my dead skin, All I want is an echo reverberating deafeningly through the valley; that reached out to every entity; sprawled across different quarters of the globe, All I want is a hive of discordantly buzzing humming bees; oozing sweet nectar; slowly caressing my lips on their periphery as it fell, All I want is a slogan; that encapsulates all sentences ever penned down in this world, All I want is a key; that decodes with supreme ease through the most impregnable of lock, All I want is a solvent; that makes me wholesomely invisible the instant I sprinkle it on my skin, All I want is teeth of obdurate steel; that can crack the most hardest of nut, All I want is a brimming cup of revitalizing tea; that incorrigibly refrains to get cold; even when I neglect it for days on the trot, All I want is a plane; that flies on pure spit and water; so that each drop of my saliva is gainfully utilized, All I want is a gun; that shoots boundless bullets of wild raspberry; the instant I pressed the trigger, All I want is a greeting card; that sings mesmerizing rhymes and stares into my eyes for real, All I want is strawberry cake; as long in length as the Himalayas, All I want is a ball that bounces to the 100th floor; after I nimbly threw it on the ground, All I want is moustache; which sparkled better than diamonds in day; had more hair in it than my scalp, All I want is dwelling; that doesn’t budge even an inch; even after the mightiest of earthquake; the most tumultuous of bombardment, All I want is a magic wand; which metamorphoses all chunks of decaying sewage into glittering gold, All I want is an abuse; that single handedly replicated all evil loitering in this world, All I want is a ship; that doesn’t topple even when attacked by a battalion of hostile sharks, All I want is robot; that comprehends each desire of mine; without even me uttering a single word, All I want is passionate fires; which keep circulating 789

inexorably in my blood; even after I became abysmally old, All I want is a pen; which kept engendering me to write; with the ink in its body augmenting; with each verse of mine, All I want is tongue; that kept resonating in my mouth; even while in deep sleep, All I want is ears; which could detect the most inconspicuous of sound; sitting even a million kilometers away from the point where the pin actually dropped, All I want is a ghost; whom only I could sight at night; hoisting me high and handsome in the cosmos; near my dead ancestors, All I want is caverns deep down the ocean; with frozen icicles suspended from their roof; voraciously tickling the last breath of mine, All I want is a blueprint; which can decode the most baffling enigmas of life, All I want is a field replete with fresh cowdung; collected from all species of animals wandering on this globe, All I want is a rope; which caught me my prey; as I languidly tossed it in free air, All I want is a tomato as gargantuan as the dinosaur; which ripped apart into infinite pieces of juice; the moment I sat on it, All I want is a chair; that transported me right into the realms of paradise; the instant I sat on it, All I want is a mischievous child; audaciously carrying on the chapter of my existence, All I want is a girl; who could love me more than myself; make me feel every unfurling second that I was indeed alive, All I want is true love; bask in its immortal glory for decades immemorial, Well I think I have bored you enough; caused you to yawn several times; as the list is endless; the entire world is rampantly revolving in my brain, and my fantasies to unveil are tremendously boundless to be contained in this plain text; so let me instead sign off by saying that "ALL I WANT IS EVERYTHING " …

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WHY WAS I LIVING Why were you smiling spuriously; when actually you were completely shattered from inside? Why were the trees blissfully casting their shadows; when actually they felt that they would wither away? Why was the sun shining; when actually it felt that it would submerge into a pool of darkness? Why was the rose blossoming handsomely towards the sky; when actually every droplet of its juice was being savagely sucked by the parasite? Why were the birds chirping melodiously; when actually their nests were completely destroyed? Why were the waves simmering placidly; when actually they were soon to be enveloped by a tumultuous storm? Why was it raining; when actually the clouds had faded decades ago? Why were the fish swimming gleefully; when actually they knew that they were going to be devoured by a hostile shark the very next moment? Why were the eyes radiant; when they were actually going to be besieged by wholesome blindness within a few seconds? Why was the car traversing like a prince; when actually it was going to plummet into the steep valley; as soon as it reached the bridge? Why were the fires blazing vivaciously towards the sky; when actually they were going to blend with loose mud; as soon as the rain came down? Why was the businessman busy in millions of dollars worth of business deals; when actually he had lost completely in matters of the heart? Why was the rainbow shimmering bombastically in the cosmos; when it actually was going to fade away into thin wisps of oblivion; as soon as the clouds gathered in? Why were the buildings standing fortified; tall; and domineering; when actually they were going to be reduced to inconspicuous rubble; with meager strokes of the devastating earthquake? Why was the mosquito greedily sucking blood; when actually it was going to get perennial rest in the lizards stomach very soon? Why was the ghost wandering in the dilapidated mansion; when he actually knew that he had left for his heavenly abode centuries ago? 791

Why did a human being consider himself God at times; when he actually couldn't even guess; as to what was happening just a few centimeters behind his back? Why was the old lady shouting exuberantly at the top of her lungs; when she was actually going to relinquish breath any second; due to diminishing old age? And why was I living; showing the world my stoical demeanor; working like a machine as If I wasn't the least affected; when in fact I actually knew that I had died long ago; and what people saw outside; was just a skeleton of mine; without mind; body and spirit?

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MOOD When I was in a good mood; the elevator seemed to be made of pure gold; transporting me towards the cotton wool of clouds in the sky, While when I was in a bad mood; the same lift seemed to resemble a hideous snake; trying to strangulate me to death with its snaring jaws. When I was in a good mood; the verdant patches of soil looked mesmerizing; with vivacious stalks of grass appearing splendid to sight in the backdrop of the valley, While when I was in bad mood; the same fields of grass looked like sinking sand; ready to suckle me and blend me with century old dungeons beneath land. When I was in a good mood; the upper story’s of the building; looked like biscuits of pure silver; shimmering profoundly under the sun, While when I was in a bad mood; the same floors appeared to be boxes of broken matchsticks; badly distorted and just on the verge of collapsing down. When I was in a good mood; the Sun seemed to be a blazing ball of fire; flamboyantly permeating every rotting cranny of insipid earth, While when I was in a bad mood; the same appeared as an acrid island of acid; charring every soul trespassing on mud; to inconspicuous ash. When I was in a good mood; the waves of the ocean seemed majestic; rising and falling delectably with each current of enchanting wind; While when I was in a bad mood; the assemblage of waters appeared to be ghastly blood; engulfing each puff of my breath with brutal perceptions of hell. When I was in a good mood; the watch on my wrist; looked like a marvel of technology; apprising me accurately of the changing seasons and night, While when I was in a bad mood; the contraption seemed wholesomely apalling; depicting to me the seconds left until my death. When I was in a good mood; people hovering around me; looked like immaculate angels; bestowing upon me their mystical touch, While when I was in a bad mood; the same humans seemed to be ghosts just arisen from their coffins; staring at me with animosity; as if to gobble me up with their eyes. 793

When I was in a good mood; the fishes swimming in the glass aquarium; looked like fairies having descended from the sky, While when I was in a bad mood; the same seemed like mammoth sized sharks; hurtling at lightening speeds for the veins of my throat. When I was in a good mood; the picture I viewed on television; seemed to be a stupendous piece of art; enamoring me to the last bone in my spine, While when I was in a bad mood; the same appeared to be a boring documentary; like a million needles piercing me from all sides. And when I was in a good mood; life seemed beautiful & fascinating; wonderful and animated; bubbling with tremendous euphoria and excitement; as each dawn unveiled into darkness, While when I was in a bad mood; it struck me viciously like infinite deaths together; embedding and replacing every ounce of enthusiasm in my mind; with the seeds of treacherous negativity...

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THE IDEAL HEART

The ideal height is the one; that can stand tall and domineering in a crowd bustling with infinite number of unruly pedestrians, The ideal weight is the one; that can facilitate a person to sprint like a panther; even in the most obsolete of his dreams, The ideal skin is the one; which can bear the brunt of sweltering sun; as well as be unflinching in the winds of freezing winter, The ideal feet are ones; which assist the wanderer to step even on smoldering fires, The ideal eyes are the ones; which emanate a glimmer to live; even when tightly closed, The ideal hand is the one; that defends you singlehandedly; imparting you with the tenacity to lead life; even when confronted with a battalion of thorns, The ideal tongue is the one; that oscillates to produce voice; silences its critics as and when required, The ideal stomach is the one; which scrupulously digests food; keeps itself well in proportion; to stand good stead in front of the acerbic society, The ideal cheeks are the ones; which blush sporadically; adding tinges of robust vibrancy to the otherwise pallid atmosphere, The ideal thumb is the one; which punches the air in triumph to announce irrevocable victory, The ideal armpits are the ones; which remain submerged in silver perspiration; after performing an arduous days work, The ideal shirt is the one; which scintillates impeccably; even after passing through the dust storm, The ideal tooth is the one; that chews indefatigably; till the last bud of taste is appeased and satisfied, The ideal hair is the one; which cascades down in splendid harmony; shimmering majestically under the moon, The ideal nail is the one; that scratches like a wild cat; embedding the attackers flesh with numerous 795

numbers vicious wounds; in order to survive, The ideal walk is the one; which perpetuates the head to be always held high, The ideal prayer is the one; which asks God to bestow upon his masses the virtue of brotherhood and equality, The ideal religion is the one; which since years unprecedented has always respected humanity, The ideal philosophy is the one; which allows to live and to blissfully let live, The ideal pleasure is the one; which spreads a smile to the faces of all those afflicted and in bizarre pain, The ideal sacrifice is the one; in which you abdicate breath for the sake of million different souls to be born, The ideal love is the one; in which one is prepared to die for the other, The ideal breath is the one; which evolves passionate moisture in the air after caressing it, And the ideal heart is the one; which never ceases to beat; throbs violently; each time when given doses of love…

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THERE WAS A CORNER OF MY MIND Even as I felt that I had sown seeds in my entire field; and felt waves of contentment wholesomely entrench my persona, There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to rest; reminding me of the barren lands nearby which were yet to ploughed. Even as I felt that I had earned exorbitant amounts of wealth; inundating my treasury with infinite number of gold coins, There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to rest; reminding me that there were still countless number of people lying naked in the chilly cold; and who desperately needed my help. Even as I felt that I had written unfathomable volumes of literature; simply didn’t need to emboss a single word further, There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to rest; reminding me that there were innocent roaming illiterate on the streets; who needed to be taught; who needed my help to learn and write. Even as I felt that I had walked unsurpassable distance by foot; conquering astronomical peaks of all mountains towering higher than the clouds, There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to rest; reminding me that there were boundless boys and girls who were helplessly limp; and who needed my assistance to help them to walk without sticks. Even as I felt that I had consumed the best of food; had eaten every possible dish every existing or made in this world, There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to rest; reminding me that there were countless number of beggars crying hoarsely by the river side; starved to unprecedented; and awaiting my presence frantically to be fed. Even as I felt that I had worn the most gorgeous of fabric; adorned my persona in the most exquisite of attire found on this globe, There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to rest; reminding me that there were innumerable number of destitutes; hiding their flesh in embarrassment 797

from this uncouth world; and whose bodies were waiting all night and day; to be encompassed by my surplus cloth. Even as I felt that I had gulped the most exotic of wine; drowned my body into unprecedented tremors of voluptuous excitement, There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to rest; reminding me of the millions of people scorching in the drought ridden desert; needed just few droplets from my rivers overflowing with water. Even as I felt that I had dated the girl of my dreams; eventually marrying her to bind us in the bonds of immortal romance, There was a corner of my mind which didn’t allow me to rest; reminding me of the thousands of impoverished hearts; who were left stranded in solitude; and who needed me to impregnate in them just fractions of my love. And even as I felt that I had lived life to its fullest capacity; and now needed to die blending my breath blissfully with the creator, There was a corner of my mind which still didn’t allow me to rest; as there were unlimited numbers of children being born every second in each quarter of the globe; who were required to be fed with pearls of wisdom I had acquired in this lifetime; and who needed a pillar to support their nimble foundations which had just taken life…

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HALF HEARTED When I wore a pant with only half a button; I had to abashingly clutch it with both hands; every time I rose from my seat, When I sat under only half a tree; the pugnacious rays of the Sun unsparingly struck me from all quarters, When I wrote only half a line; I found encompassed with overwhelming bankruptcy; as my neighbors filled in the rest of the amount; and made merry till eternity, When I ate only half the food; my stomach initially felt nice; but cried incessantly for the remainder of the night; when struck with pangs of starvation and hunger, When I walked in only half a shoe; I felt obnoxious pebbles tickle my feet; barbaric thorns infiltrate into my flesh every second, When I boarded only half a plane; I found myself in my coffin soon; as it stormed ruthlessly into the ocean a few minutes after taking off, When I read only half the advertisement; I found myself sweeping the corridors of a multinational company; which I had visited; presuming to become a senior employee, When I saw only half the dream; I felt bereaved and deprived the entire day to follow; as I yet and fervently awaited for the princess to arrive, When I chopped only half the tree; I initially lazed blissfully under its shade; but soon found the remaining monstrous wood; tumble down towards my skull with a creaking & thunderous noise, When I bathed only half my body; there were people laughing at me on every corner of the street; as some part of me was as black as coal; while some was pearly white, When I cried only half a tear; my eyes metamorphosed to swollen and black; and I found it exceedingly difficult to keep them open and sight, When I closed only half the door; the thieves entered my dwelling merrily in the night; stole with gay abandon; what they had always dreamt of, When I dug the foundation to only half of its depth; the building collapsed like a ball of soft cotton on the very next day; with the slightest draught of wind 799

kissing its exteriors, When I gave only half a punch; my adversary thought as if I was cuddling him; and wasted no time in pulverizing me to raw dust; to blend with the soil, When I penned down only half the book; the audience burnt my effigy in volatile fury on the streets; being severely anguished at being deprived of the ending, When I heard with only half my ear; the ferocious lion tore me apart to pieces; as I wholesomely unaware when he furtively crept from behind; and capsized me by my collar, When I swam using only half my arms; the perilously swirling waves of the ocean eventually drowned me to the bottom; and I was squelched to raw pulp by the ominously gliding shark, When I quelled down only half the fire; the smoldering flames gradually gained impetus in the night; viciously charred every part of my body; including the entire forest, When I loved only half a girl; I was never able to procreate my progeny in this world; miserably dithered to continue the chapter of existence, And when I lived life only HALF HEARTED; I failed at every step I took; and success always seemed a mountain above; even after I had clambered the previous one…

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NO FORMALITY

I hated flamboyant parties; strident and sleazy music diffusing from the contemporary discotheque, I hated drinking mineral water in scintillating glasses of silver; sighting my reflection in polished exteriors of the same, I hated swanky cars transporting me at whizzing speeds; embellished attendants spuriously smiling; inviting me to enter the same, I hated glittering restaurants adorned with a festoon of lights; waiters making their clients laugh; just for the sake of being showered with exorbitant tips, I hated the overwhelmingly scented businessman; whose ideals infact smelt more than the most rotten stack of sewage, I hated the word "thank you"; when the person uttering it actually had intentions of killing you; profoundly lurking in his eyes, I hated masticating my food infinite times before gulping; an armory of intricate knives and oval shaped spoons laid meticulously on the table, I hated it when someone welcomed me with a myriad of garlands and golden coins; ordered a battalion of attendants to fan me; at every step I took, I hated going up the hill in shimmering escalators; when infact the meandering pathways would drown me into a state of mystical enchantment, I hated sitting in the air-conditioned room; with scores of commercial delegates blowing ostentatious wisps of smoke; obnoxiously into thin air, I hated shaking hands without any sense; as a stream of visitors kept barging in the colony all day, I hated speaking baselessly and in deliberate slang; when infact the rustic language of my country was splendidly enough to express my feelings; put me in unprecedented ease at all times, I hated nibbling tangy gum and acting snobbish; youngsters who blew their fathers money; without the slightest of contemplation and hesitancy, I hated the conventional ways of marriage with people from distant countries thronging in; when infact the hearts of those tying the thread were poles apart, I hated the toothbrush with an ensemble of curves and 801

spongy rubber; when infact I had the medicinal branches of the blossoming Neem tree; to clean my teeth and my cheeks, I hated individuals who praised me; escalated me to the pinnacle of Everest with their flattery; when infact there was a river of prejudice flowing in their flesh everywhere; instead of crimson blood, I hated the priests who propagated only their respective religions; when infact God was omnipresent; and resided in every heart and soul, I hated all those parents who spoke to their children in English instead of their own indigenous languages; just because it was prevalent like wild fire all over the globe, I hated artificial sweetener added to juice; when infact its original flavor was incredulously ravishing to sip and relish, Well until now I presume; you must have already understood what sort of a person was I; and for those of you who have not; let me tell you; that I was a man who hated all kinds of bombastic pretensions; infact a man of NO FORMALITY …

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AFTER A TIRED DAY IN OFFICE The Sun had never seemed so brilliant before; with its pungent rays streaming through the eerie darkness, The winds had never seemed so exciting before; whizzing past my scalp in nervous exhilaration, The leaves had never seemed so greener before; with the dew drops on their surface shimmering profoundly in the morning light, The voice of the Nightingale had never seemed so melodious before; drifting me into waves of unparalleled rhapsody, The river had never seemed so buoyant before; with the swirling waters; culminating into tons of froth as I whistled by, The meadows of grass had never seemed so blossoming before; with the mystical camouflage drowning me into an ocean of enchantment, The clouds in the cosmos had never seemed so robust before; with each patch of cotton wool resembling chunks of rejuvenating ice-cream, The echo in the valley had never seemed so thunderous before; engendering a billion droplets of dry sweat to envelop my body, The trio of rabbits leaping through the pastures had never seemed so boisterous before; innocently bouncing over the pathway of shriveled twigs, The children dancing on the dance floor had never seemed so pepped up before; gyrating their bodies to the tunes of vivacious wild life, The sizzling slices of bread had never seemed so ravishing before; rekindling even the most dormant taste bud down my throat, The designs embossed on the walls of the caves had never seemed so realistic before; as if events which had happened centuries ago were unfurling bit by bit before my eyes, The peacock under pelting rain had never seemed so majestic before; with the kingly plumage of its feathers captivating me in complete mind, body and soul, The boats sailing on the sea had never seemed so magnificent before; with the stars shimmering 803

resplendently in the sky engulfing them with silvery light, The tears of the new born infant had never seemed so emphatic before; with their mesmerizing softness making my heart leap in exultation, The ring on my finger had never seemed so glistening before; with the rays emanating from its demeanor adding a glitter to my morbid eyes, The body of my beloved had never seemed so tantalizing before; with each area on her skin; enticing me to coalesce into an everlasting embrace, The lap of my mother had never seemed so warm and compassionate before; luring me into invincible and heavenly sleep, And the photo of my God had never seemed so radiant before; with his omnipotent aura firmly reinstating my lost faith in all mankind, O! yes after a tired day in the office; slaving more than 12 hours under my pretentious boss's nose; the world outside seemed as if it was recreated again; and things which seemed like wholesomely dead in office hours; now struck me as if they were bouncing and alive; as if they had been just born…

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AS THE LIGHTS CHANGED FROM RED TO GREEN A thousand heads surged forward; whizzing at electric speeds past the assemblage of dense trees, A thousand mouths heaved a sigh of relief; releasing tonnes of frustrated spit imprisoned inside, A thousand fists punched free air; pounded the vibrant space around in unmatched exhilaration, A thousand eyes glistened in happiness; oozing out tears of unsurpassable joy, A thousand hearts throbbed thunderously; executing several beats at a time, A thousand legs kicked gallons of loose mud; probed forward in unrelenting euphoria, A thousand tongues swished in boisterous fervor; expressing tales of new found adventure, A thousand lips opened in volatile fury; with exultating sounds of complete triumph reverberating loud and clear through the atmosphere, A thousand watches ticked astoundingly fast; increasing their pace infinite times more than usual, A thousand armpits diffused an ocean of sweat; with each droplet trickling down; merrily under the austere and blazing Sun, A thousand fingers rose animatedly towards the heaven; thanking the Almighty lord in unanimous unison, A thousand ears sprang up in stupendous arousal; regaining back their ability to trace the most minutest of sound; a thing which had relinquished for the last few minutes, A thousand shirts suddenly started to flutter passionately; gaining momentum with each slap of vivacious breeze, A thousand pair of hair stood up erect in alacrity on the scalp; with all the dreariness encompassing them; now disappearing into invisible wisps of oblivion, A thousand bones commenced to dance in ecstatic jubilation; suddenly retrieving back their energy after long minutes of boring rest, A thousand veins transported blood faster than the shark; augmenting its supply to the heart; thoroughly charged by the noise of unruly traffic and stridently clanging horns, A thousand bellows of smoke escalated ferociously towards the sky; as motion began once again with unprecedented ardor, 805

A thousand wheels gushed forward in uncontrollable anger and respite; as the accelerator was squeezed incorrigibly to its maximum limit, And strangely but profoundly true; the reason for all the above pandemonium was an almost inconspicuous movement of the traffic bulb; which had just changed from red to green…

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THE WORST THING The worst thing that could have happened to a fish; was that it fell innocently in the midst of the sweltering desert instead of slithering voluptuously in its tank, The worst thing that could have happened to a cockroach; was that it found itself perched at the top of a kingly throne; instead of feasting its tentacles on the foul smell of the lavatory, The worst thing that could have happened to a loaded gun; was that it found itself hurled right into the heart of the salty sea; instead of firing a pugnacious volley of bullets, The worst thing that could have happened to a cow; was that it was placed in an ambience engulfed with rotten garbage; instead of wandering blissfully on the pristine and green slopes, The worst thing that could have happened to a tongue; was that it was dipped mercilessly into fuming water; instead of sipping delectable pints of herbal tea, The worst thing that could have happened to a bee; was that it was compelled to swim in a pond replete with saliva; instead of boisterously evolving gallons of sweet honey in its hive, The worst thing that could have happened to a soldier; was that he was stationed to feed new born children; instead of fighting valiantly in the battlefield of war, The worst thing that could have happened to a cloud; that it was brutally dissipated by invidious space crafts; instead of coalescing into a dense conglomerate; and showering tantalizing droplets of rain, The worst thing that could have happened to an eyeball; was getting exposed to a field of acrimonious thorns; instead of imparting it with an incessant stream of revitalizing moisture, The worst thing that could have happened to a golden ring; was that it was gruesomely dumped several feet beneath the earth; instead of scintillating magnificently under pearly rays of the majestic moon, The worst thing that could have happened to a priest; was drifting inevitably towards salacious desires; instead of inexorably drowning the mind, body and soul; in the service of Almighty Lord, 807

The worst thing that could have happened to the feet; was to walk on blistering embers of fire; instead of stepping on a carpet of flocculent silk and Persian wool, The worst thing that could have happened to a slab of ice; was being kept on the fire sizzling full throttle; instead of basking away in the interiors of the glorious refrigerator, The worst thing that could have happened to a building; was that it was constructed in the zone of the devastating earthquake; instead of standing tall and fortified on chunks of healthy soil, The worst thing that could have happened to the gargantuan bubble of soap; was that it was pierced a few seconds after it rose; instead of swelling profoundly and proliferating many other of its kind in the atmosphere, The worst thing that could have happened to a child; was to get orphaned as soon as he took birth; instead of frolicking merrily in the arms of his mother, The worst thing that could have happened to seasoned sticks of firewood; was bearing the brunt of unrelenting rain and culminate into a rot; instead of igniting into crackling flames in the starry night, The worst thing that could have happened to a car; was stuttering every minute while clambering up the hills; instead of whizzing through the mystical lanes of the valley at kingly speeds, The worst thing that could have happened to a contemporary watch; was to stop ticking; instead of accurately depicting time every unfurling second of the day, And the worst thing that could have happened to me was; sitting like a moron in the office; browsing through a labyrinth of bulky files and papers; instead of gallivanting on the hills with my beloved; and simultaneously penning down emphatically enchanting lines of poetry…

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TILL THE TIME Till the time there was brilliant light; there existed the spell of gruesome darkness, Till the time there was perennial happiness; there existed the blanket of dolorous sadness, Till the time there was voluptuous wine drowning you into enchantment; there existed stark starvation, Till the time there was the swirling and vivacious ocean; there existed the scorching deserts, Till the time there was the ravishing slice of pudding; there existed the blunt and disdainful mountain of stones, Till the time there was unprecedented security and comfort; there existed nefarious theft, Till the time there were impeccable slabs of marble which were spotlessly clean; there existed the horrendous stains of grease, Till the time there was the king seated on the supremely embellished throne; there existed his battalion of docile slaves, Till the time there was a wave of ultra modernization circulating in this world; there existed indigenous and rustic tribes, Till the time there was succulent flesh and mesmerizing fraternities of skin; there existed the morbid corpse lying buried beneath the coffin, Till the time there was alacrity and unrelenting work under the sunshine; there existed blissful and spell binding sleep, Till the time there was obstreperous sound and thunderous noise; there existed virtue of pin drop silence, Till the time there were tantalizing droplets of rain cascading on the earth; there existed the fury of uncouth drought, Till the time there were tenacious and fortified slabs of colossal timber lined up towards the heavens; there existed a series of pertinent gaps and holes, Till the time there were fields of scintillating white fur encapsulating the countryside; there existed the obnoxiously black flow of the gutter, Till the time there were exotic dreams revolving vividly through each strata of the mind; the power to fantasize escalated to its highest; there existed complete insanity and madness, 809

Till the time there was pure love impregnated wildly in each iota of the body; there existed blasphemous betrayal, Till the time there was delectable taste arising on the buds of the rosy tongue; there existed pools of colorless saliva strewn pathetically on the streets, And till the time there was moist breath descending down the nostrils; life going on in harmony with the creator; there existed inevitable pain and absolute death…

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WHISTLE It produced a melodious sound on emanating; flooding the gloomy ambience with profound tinges of rhapsody, It awoke the squirrels fast asleep in the dense bushes; as they scampered helter-skelter to hunt for their prey, It generated ripples amongst clusters of dead leaves; making them stand erect on their frigid tips, It substantially pacified the uncontrollably sobbing child; fomenting a gregarious smile to spread on his innocuous face, It engendered scores of youngsters sulking under the Sun; to dance and swirl ecstatically with the vivaciously drifting winds, It penetrated like a sugar coated arrow through the stillness of the valley; circulating delectably through every dwelling, It captivated the attention of every single passerby; causing them to blink their eyes in utter astonishment and disbelief, It had an incredulous impact on the dolphins floating in the sea; causing them to somersault in animated exhilaration, It was prolifically used amongst gangs of ominous thieves; as a subtle signal to furtively communicate, It had a mesmerizing effect on the severely traumatized nerves of the mentally afflicted; allowing them slim moments of reprieve from their debilitating and crippling condition, It gave the tongue a versatile opportunity to use itself; in the most dexterous way possible and to the fullest, It proved as an excellent alternative for a person who didn’t remember even a single line of the song; and yet had all the desire in the world to loudly sing it, It had the velvety grace of a shadow; as well as the hostility of a valiant scream well blended together, It lit an ethereal ray of hope in the eyes of the man dying; as he felt it poignantly infiltrate into his ears, It reinstated loads of rejuvenation and confidence in a person just about to appear for an interview; as he executed it audaciously before entering the boss's cabin, It broke all the awkwardness and formality between two 811

politicians; once they did it before sitting to settle their country's difference, It was infact the best and most consummate way; in which a dumb man could communicate for long distances; after using just a trifle of his wind, And the best thing about it was; that it was the surest and sweetest signal to entice a girl's heart; when several others of its kind had miserably failed, Now could you have ever envisaged in the most wildest of your dreams; that a thing as inconspicuous as a tiny "WHISTLE"; was able to achieve what the most stupendous of remedies couldn’t? Infact just an infinitesimal bellow of limp breath could have produced such a drastic effect on all mankind…

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ALWAYS LISTENING TO THE TUNES OF MY HEART It suddenly told me to lick the road with my tongue; when I was blissfully driving enchanted by the melody in the air and the surroundings, It ordered me to eat a blanket of thorns without flinching the slightest; as I was wholesomely lost in my dreams under the enigmatic tree shade, It told me to soak my head into fetid pools of gutter water; when I was busy sipping voluptuous pints of sugarcane rum in the corridors of the rustic country bar, It told me to poke my neighbors with sizzling rods of iron; enjoy the agonizing scene that unfurled; as I placidly playing cards with my wife at midnight, It told me to jump from the aircraft without strapping a parachute on my body; as I lost in due admiration of the cotton cocoon of blue clouds dazzling voluptuously in the morning light, It told me to chew balls of steel with stupendous relish; when I was toiling in the fields; waiting anxiously for my crops to reap, It told me to cut my finger with the gleaming knife; when I was writing a letter to my impeccable beloved, It told me to cross the street when the lights were still red; brandishing my body against scores of whirlwind vehicles; as I was milking the cow for my morning breakfast, It told me to hurl out a volley of abashing abuse to the President; when I was infact munching popcorn and watching television, It told me to bathe in steaming acid use vicious scorpion instead of soap; as I engrossed in bulky files and heaps of paper at office, It told me to play hide and seek with the diabolical shark; as I blew the ensemble of candles on my birthday cake, It told me to bash my head umpteenth times against the wall; as I was traversing merrily through the hills; with the girl of my dreams sitting on my shoulder, It told me to leap up to the sky and steal all the stars; as I addressing the entire planet on the National network, It told me to swallow the venomous lizard wandering 813

through the thick jungles; as I was sitting in rapt attention; with my eyes focussed towards the deity I profoundly worshipped, It told me to gallivant stark naked through the town; as I was assiduously involved in decoding peaceful solutions to war, It told me to count to the number of words I spoke in the day; as I combing my hair blending it with lots of perfumed coconut oil, It told me to put my hands in the lions mouth; as I was playing with small children; hugging them close to my chest, It told me to sleep on a bed of smoldering embers; as I was dancing jubilantly after tasting the first success of my life, It told me to put a battalion of stinging ants in my clothes; as I was shaking hands compassionately with the Magician outside the train, It told me to walk backwards till I reached the other side of the globe; as I gauge the unsurpassable depth of the valley, It was a nefarious monster ordering me to execute at times the weirdest of things existing in this world; when infact there was not the slightest of necessity; nor the slightest of compulsion by Almighty Lord to do so, And that's when I made one solemn resolve of never being a slave of my mind; never yielding to its irascible desires no matter how strongly it dictated me to do so; as I had from now decided to ALWAYS LISTEN TO THE TUNES OF MY HEART…

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DON’T JUST SAY IT Those who consider themselves to be highly creative; basking in the glory of their ingenious ideas; are infact never creative at all, Those who consider themselves extremely intelligent; claiming to remember every thing ever embossed in the history books; are infact never intelligent at all, Those who consider themselves to be valiantly brave; proclaiming to conquer every power on this earth; are infact never brave at all, Those who consider themselves to be beautiful; the only angels traversing on this planet; are infact never beautiful at all, Those who consider themselves to be tall; the most gigantic amongst any entity ever created; are infact never tall at all, Those who consider themselves as shrewd and overwhelmingly tactful; are infact never tactful at all, Those who consider themselves to be the most versatile musicians in this world; are infact never singers at all, Those who consider themselves to be the best swimmers; bombastically announcing that they could trespass across the colossal belt of the ocean even in the most tumultuous of storm; are infact never swimmers at all, Those who consider themselves to be the most mesmerizing artists; able to sketch any form or shape better than God; are infact never artists at all, Those who consider themselves to be great dancers; adept at performing every definable step under the Sun with stupendous mysticism and charm; are infact never dancers at all, Those who consider themselves to be unprecedentedly skilled surgeons; curing every wound visible by the mere caress of their palms; are infact never surgeons at all, Those who consider themselves to be dynamic managers; adroitly maneuvering all the workforce with the inherent appeal and cadence in their voice; are infact never managers at all, Those who consider themselves to the most flawless of priests; sanctimoniously conveying to the globe about their prowess to communicate with God; are infact 815

never priests at all, Those who consider themselves to be the most ferocious of hunters; able to capsize any animal into their custody by simply grabbing it at its throat; are infact never hunters at all, Those who consider themselves to be great politicians; claiming to know every intricate nuance in the textbooks; harnessing the optimum benefits for their country; are infact never politicians at all, Those who consider themselves to be the benign philanthropists of this society; advertising in every paper and street of how much they have helped mankind; are infact never philanthropists at all, Those who consider themselves to be Oligarchic kings; royally seated on the throne and dispassionately ruling their nation; are infact never kings at all, Those who consider themselves as magicians of the highest degree; able to metamorphose every thing they touched into shimmering oysters and pearls; are infact never magicians at all, Those who consider themselves to be super humans; having the ability to prognosticate what was going to happen at nightfall right at the commencement of the brilliant day; are infact never humans at all, For who were you to consider yourself as anything; when infact; he being the Creator didn’t think of himself at all, And if you still really perceive that you are something; then DON’T JUST SAY IT or keep considering; go out there and prove it; and then and only then give yourself a chance to reclaim the glory of your pretentiously spoken words…

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PRIORITY My top most priority was my God; who had bestowed upon me the power to exist and holistically fight for my survival on the surface of this earth, The next to follow in my life was my Mother; who actually gave me birth; evolving me in the first place to be what I was; at this very second today, The next to follow in my life was my beloved; who harnessed the true potential lying dormant in my mind for years; triggering me of to achieve unsurpassable realms of success, The next to follow in my life was my sister; with her innocuously mischievous grin; causing intense rejuvenation of my mind, The next to follow in my life was my Godfather who played a pivotal role in providing his armory of experienced tips; whether I liked it or didn’t like it, The next to follow in my life were my grandparents; whom I overwhelmingly adored; but at the same time the ones who tried to drown me into the ocean of their age old and stringently mundane theories, The next to follow in my life was my pet dog; who incessantly wagged its tail in ecstatic jubilation; the instant I entered my dwelling, The next to follow in my life were my selective bunch of friends; who always supported me in my times of bizarre affliction and inexplicable distress, The next to follow in my life was my tiny little hutment; appearing as an inconspicuous speck of dirt amidst the dense camouflage of trees; yet providing me shelter to bear the ominous night, The next to follow in my life were all the impeccably smiling children; whom I got a chance to encounter on the streets; and with whom I felt as if I had gone right back into my innocent childhood, The next to follow in my life were all the birds perched on the grass laden meadows; enchanting me unrelentingly with their gorgeous singing, The next to follow in my life were baby carrots sprouting in clusters in the perennial fields; which I merrily munched with gusto to placate my gluttony, The next to follow in my life was the mesmerizing and boisterous river; in which I splashed indiscriminately 817

and bathed my body for long hours in the morning, The next to follow in my life were my sagacious teachers; who taught me to be prudent; judiciously execute every activity of living, The next to follow in my life were all those who might have unknowingly crossed me on the path towards indefatigable struggle; illuminating my life with transient moments of laughter and joy, The next to follow in my life was the infinite number of poems I had embossed with my blood; which had imparted me insurmountable happiness as I metamorphosed each of my exotic dreams into reality, The next to follow in my life was the century old deep well; from which I extracted pails of sparkling mineral water; to quench the insatiable thirst that tickled the burnt chords in my throat, The next to follow in my life was my contemporary and ultra modern contraptions; the unfathomable perceptions I felt prey to every unveiling minute; to lead life like a king, And the last of all priorities that followed in my life; was the modest bundles of currency stashed in my Bank account; and an inexorable urge to earn many more of these; to thereby give concrete form to all my fantasies; as well as the fantasies of all those which needed to be desperately satisfied…

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ME AND MY BOSS

My Boss wanted me to browse scrupulously through each alphabet of the "Economic Times"; digest the numerical figures prevailing in the market; better than I digested my whole days food, While infact I wanted to read the enchantment in her voluptuous eyes; drown in the silken cascade of her mesmerizing hair. My Boss wanted me to dance to his tunes all day; sway instantaneously to the most minuscule of his commands and instructions, While infact I wanted to dance with her in the aisles of passionate desire; blend my senses wholesomely with the wonderful scent that emanated from her persona. My Boss wanted me to sleep on a bed of bulky checkbooks and disdainful office files; dreaming about the company's profit and loss accounts even during my deep slumber, While infact I wanted to lie down with her on the marshy slopes; profoundly feeling the gentle waters of the river nimbly caress my toes. My Boss wanted me to incessantly fantasize about his corporate adversaries; trying to perceive all round the clock a flurry of ingenious ways to cunningly defeat them, While infact I wanted to solely fantasize about her; dream about living with her on cloud nine; every unveiling second of the day. My Boss wanted me to speak in bombastic slang and smile as soon as I encountered any of his revered customers; putting up an overwhelmingly spurious pretence under my meticulously ironed shirt, While infact I wanted to whisper in her ears only the unending tales of my desire; embrace her for immortal moments in the formidable grip of my romance. My Boss wanted me to sip colorless tea sitting in the matchbox shaped conference room; taking down notes as the minister spoke, While infact I wanted to drink all the sweetness from her lips; probing my tongue wildly across every corner of her skin. My Boss wanted me to paint every barren space I saw; 819

with slogans haughtily advertising about his company, While infact I wanted to paint her entire body with the color of my love; emboss on every part of her flesh the tenacity of my intricate feelings. My Boss wanted me to count daily the balance lurking in the reserve lockers; shrewdly negotiate every iota ; seeing to it that nobody got even a penny more than what they deserved, While infact I wanted to count all the hair trapped within her eyelashes; sight my reflection in her palms sparkling with robust health. My Boss wanted me to boast pretentiously about his greatness in front of his wife; admire his obnoxiously filthy demeanor in front of every girl that trespassed across his shadow, While infact I wanted to boast only about her; write volumes and volumes of literature describing each of her spell binding parts. And my Boss wanted me to eat, breathe, and sleep Business; refraining me to wander or even think beyond monotonous realms of his pathetic office, While infact I wanted to eat, breathe, sleep only her name; keep her imprisoned in my heart; not only for this birth; but for infinite more births to come….

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THE HARDEST THING FOR A WRITER TO BEAR The hardest thing for a mother to bear; was the sudden death of her new born and sweet infant, The hardest thing for a Businessman to bear; was the abrupt closure of his Business; his goods being auctioned in the market at a price lesser than stones, The hardest thing for a bird to bear; was that her eggs got stolen by the vicious snake right in front of her eyes, The hardest thing for a desert to bear; was its barren and magnificently shimmering sands; being extravagantly flooded with water, The hardest thing for a boxer to bear; was opprobrious defeat; being decimated to the floor by his timid adversary, The hardest thing for an automobile to bear; was the dismal snapping of its brakes; as it was just seconds away from reaching the summit of the mountain, The hardest thing for the eye to bear; was its inability to recognize its most revered and beloved; even as she passed at whisker lengths from its body, The hardest thing for a eunuch to bear; was the volley of insults and ignominious rebukes it received; the hilarious laughter which it was subjected to; for no absolutely no fault of its at all, The hardest thing for the shoe to bear; was exploding into infinite fragments; the moment it tread nimbly on the soil, The hardest thing for the consortium of diabolical black clouds to bear; was not being able to incessantly rain; even after floating rampantly for hours in the sky, The hardest thing for a robust swimmer to bear; was lying like a frigid mute leaf in the pool; when the race to the trophy was just about to commence, The hardest thing for the lips to bear; was the acrimonious society coming in between then and their enchanting lover, The hardest thing for the wealthiest man on this earth to bear; was the girl of his dreams kicking all his opulence; eloping with that beggar instead; whom she had ardently given her heart, The hardest thing for the impeccable and sparkling 821

shirt to bear; was being ripped apart to uncouth strands; as it confronted head on with the worst of cyclonic storm, The hardest thing for the conscience to bear; was overwhelming guilt pounding on it like a volcano from all sides; as it agonizingly conceived its tale of blatant lies, The hardest thing for the spring waters to bear; was getting adulterated by infinitesimal specks of dirt; as they gushed past contaminated slopes of lecherous mankind, The hardest thing for the lion to bear; was being ingeniously outwitted by the hunter; despite being crowned the irrefutable king of the jungle, The hardest thing for the hands to bear; was their inefficiency to save several lives in vicinity as they were incarcerated in chains; although they knew the Herculean strength circulating in their bones, The hardest thing for God to bear; was infinite numbers of his molecules fighting with each other on this earth; the very planet which he had created as paradise; now metamorphosing into a river of hostile death, And the hardest thing for a writer to bear; when despite dedicating all his mind, body and soul to his profession; chiseling every alphabet he perceived with his very own blood; his work didn’t sell…

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INEVITABLE DEATH Every day I polished my teeth with scintillating toothpaste; scrupulously scrapping even the most minuscule chunk of dirt trapped in the interiors within, Every day I washed my body tenaciously with raw soap; intricately extracting even the most infinitesimal particle of dandruff from my scalp, Every day I trimmed my nails; judiciously seeing to it that they didn’t protrude even a trifle more than necessary, Every day I placed my soggy shoes in blistering sunlight; in order to fumigate even the last ounce of fungus disdainfully adhering incorrigibly to my shoes, Every day I ironed my clothes with a steaming iron; profoundly ensuring that every single little cringe metamorphosed itself into handsome neat folds, Every day I applied tons of redolent powder on my skin; spraying every cranny of my armpits with rejuvenating fountains of pungent scent, Every day I massaged soothing sandalwood paste on my cheeks; in order to impart my fatigued complexion with that immortal shine and bountiful glow, Every day I wore expensive designer shirts; with an array of stunningly gaudy designs embossed within; making me the darling of all teenage girls, Every day I consumed several bottles of sparkling spring water; to pacify the unrelenting fires smoldering violently in my scorched throat, Every day I drove in a new car; letting its swanky interiors and Herculean speed flamboyantly ignite the dormant adventurer in my persona, Every day I visited a myriad of valleys and royal palace; with a festoon of glittering images taking complete control of my fading imagination, Every day I conversed with the most mesmerizing of fairies every existing in this Universe; let the enchantment in their eyes drown me into a valley of perpetual bliss, Every day I suckled boundless cans of succulent food and ravishing beer; gulped and chewed indefatigably to my ultimate heart's content, Every day I philandered in rustic cowboy boots through 823

sprawling territories of the meadow; chasing the sheep and peacocks; blending myself profusely with the natural environment, Every day I sighted my reflection in the most fascinating of glass on the globe for hours immemorial; sipped delectable streams of honey and herbal tea; seated within the plush interiors of the grandiloquently golden aircraft, Every day I signed countless number of cheques with my bulky leather pen; shaking hands with towering business magnates and a flurry of prominent ministers, Every day I listened to the most enigmatic of tunes floating passionately on this planet, relishing the mystical froth of the waterfalls cascading through my curled eyelashes, Every day I gobbled down a battalion of robust vitamins; to fortify and replenish my body against dirt and inexplicable disease, Every day I donated millions of currency coins amongst all those who badly needed it; dispensed the colossal treasury of my wealth with gay abandon and according to my own will, Every day I basked in the aisles of unprecedented desire; possessing every intangible object I laid my eyes upon; with the unfathomable power of my wealth, And yet one day; I found myself buried gruesomely under the morbid corpse; with all my so called ostentation and pretention; now thoroughly blended with small specks of smoky dirt; Inevitable death had unsparingly mixed me along with infinite others in the soil; and the thing that I was never ready to believe at any stage of my bombastic life; had now snatched me away within fractions of seconds along with my entire mountain of so called wealth and fame…..

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FAKE GODFATHER For him I wasn't a passionate poet penning down thousands of lines of mystical poetry, What he considered me was just an employee; relentlessly running in and out; through the doors of his bombastic office. For him I wasn't the innocuous child wandering at will through the jungles, What he considered me was just an embellished servant; attending to each of his clients with a big and ostentatiously false smile. For him I wasn’t the angel sipping milk delectably from mother cow, What he considered me was just a hi-tech attendant; scrupulously sorting and arranging his plethora of computer files. For him I wasn’t the fantasy eye casting my shadow on every pretty damsel that I encountered on the streets, What he considered me was a financial institution who could extract money from the uncouth world; dispense it judiciously to pacify even the tiniest of his demands. For him I wasn’t the angel who slept cozily for indefatigable number of hours on the silken couch, What he considered me was just an electric paced machine barging through the door of his office at the crack of dawn; and before anyone else entered his empire. For him I wasn’t the philanderer gallivanting with brazen relish through the winding hills, What he considered me was just a physically fit and robust individual who could clamber and descend the stairs leading to his cabin umpteenth number of times. For him I wasn’t the carefree and reckless student bunking classroom with nonchalant ease to meet my beloved, What he considered me was just a special insect; who buzzed incessantly around his visage; pretentiously praising him about things he had never committed. For him I wasn’t the impetuous youngster who spent every night drowned in gallons of intoxicating whisky dancing to the beats of vivacious music, What he considered me was a professional with dynamic speech; the only man who could entertain his guests for weeks together on the glittering telephone. 825

For him I wasn’t just the tiny kid playing boisterously with several other of my kind, What he considered me was an audacious and gallant chested soldier; standing tall and domineering to protect his assets; opening the door of his car; every time he felt an urge to drive fast towards the valley of enchantment. For him I wasn’t the emperor of my dreams; sitting on the profusely jeweled throne, What he considered me was just somebody who could spot and shrug off all the disdainful hair sticking to his shirt; evolve ingenious ideas to fetch him his emoluments for years to unveil. For him I wasn’t the maverick munching toffee and simultaneously writing love letters, What he considered me was a perfect "Butter Man"; adroitly convincing and polishing the shoes of his vast repertoire of alien customers. For him I wasn’t the mischievous teenager bursting into pools of uninhibited laughter every other second, What he considered me was just a vibrant entity who wrote his International speech; cajoled his vain senses when he found himself encompassed by a state of inexplicable nervousness. For him I wasn’t the pampered boy feasting my eyes on a fathomless ensemble of ravishing fruits and curd, What he considered me was just an executive who could prolifically travel all around the country; while he slept blissfully with the girl of his dreams; with nothing else except his snores to disturb him. For him I wasn’t a prince swimming in an ocean of pearls; tossing an armory of jewels like matchsticks in the air, What he considered me was just an infinitesimal little banana; whose skin he could ruthlessly peel whenever he wanted; before savoring the entire fruit. For him I wasn’t the baby cuddling tightly to my mother's invincible lap; drifting off to blissful sleep as she sung mystical rhymes into my ear, What he considered me was just a mature broker; intricately manipulating and shielding each of his shady and illegal deals. For him I wasn’t the adventurous crusader; profoundly admiring a blanket of voluptuous stars from the summit of the hill, What he considered me was just an expert salesman; propagating the essence of his hollow ideals far and wide; standing dead straight as if struck by a hostile 826

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arrow; nodding my head boundless number of times to the faintest of whispers he uttered. For him I wasn’t God's vehement disciple; inexorably ringing the bells of the temple; wholesomely lost in the omnipotent aura of the creator, What he considered me was just an obnoxious table of reception; uttering "hi", "hallo", "sorry", "thank you", all throughout the waking day and for some part of the moistened night. For him I wasn’t my beloved's lover; enveloped intensely in the supremely volatile arms of her romance, What he considered me was just a dirty solicitor; ever ready to fight every legal case of his; win every battle triumphantly in front of the judge. For him I wasn’t human at all; with feelings, desires; fantasies; emotions; passions..etc.., What he considered me was just his chained employee; licking his feet in meek submission; executing all his Business deals to astronomical perfection. As these were the things inevitable to be done; to get that pay cheque of mine at the end of every month; and of course till that time he could take the privilege of dominating me, But mind you irrespective of my compulsion to exist; he would only for the time being remain my fake godfather; but could never replace and was nowhere near even the minutest shadows of my adorable and omniscient Creator…

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ONLY WRITE POETRY Could the ocean ever dream of relinquishing its majestic waves; flowing as placid as the solitary pond spawned by the monsoons? Could the sky ever dream of existing without its conglomerate of puffy clouds; stare sheepishly towards the earth like a dead canvas painted with blue? Could the mother ever dream of killing her child; slicing its robust meat to satisfy her gluttony? Could the fish ever dream of living without water; slithering miserably on ground like the venomous snake? Could the cow ever dream of eating thorns instead of leafy grass; lazing in desolate solitude without oozing even an iota of milk? Could the elephant ever dream of running as fast as the spotted panther; climbing up the hazel tree trunk with the nimble ease of a bushy squirrel? Could the desert ever dream of being enveloped with pools of crystal water; all its shimmering and fathomless sands drenched completely with spongy liquid? Could the freezing ice-cream ever dream of charring an individual to raw soot; reducing his demeanor to inconspicuous particles of grey ash? Could the obnoxious river of sweat ever dream of diffusing marvelous scent; spreading its fragrance far and wide to every corner of the vast globe? Could the incongruous little street fly ever dream of sitting on the royal throne; barking orders to soldiers and countrymen instead of sitting on rotten fruit? Could the intoxicating bottle of scarlet whisky ever dream of becoming a saint; instilling godly virtues in a person consuming it; instead of making him swoon on the ground? Could the stray rat ever dream of weaving immaculate fabric; eating on the table with scintillating forks and spoons; instead of poking its nose pertinently at the cheese kept in the refrigerator? Could the wife who loved her husband over and above everything on this planet ever dream of murdering him; slashing his veins for perfectly no rhyme or reason? Could the ghost imprisoned deep inside the dilapidated 828

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corpse ever dream of facing the entire army; defeating the valiant commanders; instead of inhabiting haunted house? Could the honey trickling delectably from the beehive ever dream of decimating a person; make him loose his last breath; instead of tickling him mischievously in his stomach? Could the ominous beaked vampire ever dream of instilling new life in people; benevolently helping humanity; instead of brutally sucking gallons of blood from the body of human? Could the white skinned and satanic shark ever dream of giving children a flurry of amicable smiles; reciting to them stories of their motherland; instead of pulverizing them to mincemeat with its knife like jaws? Could the Creator ever dream of destroying the entire Universe; erasing the globe from its very rudimentary roots; instead of imparting fresh life every unleashing instant? Then how the hell could you ever dream that I went to office from the crack of every dawn; to the striking of every midnight; when infact my mind; body and sensitive soul; wanted to do nothing else but float in the aisles of surreal desire; bask in the glory of the beauty hovering around; profoundly admire and imbibe all the beauty existing in this world; when infact all myself created till date and still to evolve wanted to ONLY WRITE POETRY…

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PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE LIFE One moment I felt as if I was dismally sinking to the rock bottom of the fathomlessly deep ocean; while the very next instant God placed me in the captains cabin; on the opulently diamond studded ship, One moment I felt as if I was not even able to remember my very own name; while the very next instant God made me the most ingenious Scientist ever born on this planet, One moment I felt as if I was slowly losing my ability to sight; with the world seeming an obfuscated blur through my drearily batting lids; while the very next instant God made me a lanky beaked hawk; able to dive from astronomical heights; catch my succulent prey in a just single dip, One moment I felt as if I was going to be brutally pulverized in the gruesome car accident; while the very next instant God placed me on the top most summit of the mountain; made me witness the entire world as a blissfully astounding paradise, One moment I felt as if I was begging disdainfully on the appallingly shivering streets; while the very next instant God granted me a seat on the supremely embellished golden throne; made me the most invincible and worshipped king, One moment I felt as if I was writhing miserably on the floor in thoroughly lost despair; while the very next instant God made me the impregnably towering fortress; which was simply unable to invade from any side, One moment I felt as if I was starving without a droplet of water being visible till far and remote distances; while the very next instant God inundated my empty bowl with tantalizing morsels of food; pacified my scorching throat to an extent that it never felt thirsty all my life, One moment I felt that I was being assaulted by a gang of viciously satanic demons; running like a matchstick through the desolate lanes of the city; while the very next instant God made me the president of the country; with a fleet of armed bodyguards following me like a shadow wherever I went, One moment I felt that I was stuttering on every word that I spoke; was hardly able to complete a single sentence without pathetically floundering infinite number of times; while the very next instant God made me the best musician trespassing on this earth; mesmerizing millions with the magnetic charisma in my voice, One moment I felt that I was stumbling embarrassingly at every step I took; while the very next instant God made me a handsome eagle soaring majestically through open blue sky; covering miles of territory on the trot; with a single wing flap of mine, One moment I felt that I was going to use my thumb to sign all my documents; as I was transiting into blatantly illiterate; while the very next instant God bestowed upon me the prowess of evolving billions of lines of poetry in a single working day,

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One moment I felt that I was swooning towards the obdurate ground after a deadly venomous sting; while the very next instant God deluged my life with sweet nectar; made me philander like a prince in an ocean of celestial honey, One moment I felt that I was overwhelmed with mind boggling stress; would be crushed under the tyranny of monotonous routine which wouldn’t spare me the slightest; while the very next instant God blessed me with divinely sleep; swept away even the tiniest of my tension; like the Sun melts white ice, One moment I felt that I would plummet inevitably into the valley as the brakes of my car abruptly failed; while the very next instant God made me walk without a scratch to my body out of the jammed door; while my automobile exploded into a fireball of pugnacious flames, One moment I felt that I was shivering hysterically in inexplicable fever and horrendous disease; while the very next instant God made me the perennial waterfall; which delighted millions with its robustly cascading silvery froth, One moment I felt that I was disappearing into oblivion; with my entity soon about to fade into an island of nothingness; while the very next instant God made me as tall as the boundlessly gargantuan sky; looming large over every other entity on the trajectory of this planet, One moment I felt that I was crying indefatigably; there was nothing except tears in my uncouthly unpardonable life; while the very next instant God made me break into a battalion of flirtatious smiles; profusely lit up and triggered my life with everlasting happiness, One moment I felt that I was losing all my power; the bulging muscle in my shoulder was evaporating into obsolete oblivion; while the very next instant God made me the strongest individual on this globe; possessing the supreme tenacity to scrap evil from its very slim and non-existent roots, And one moment I felt that I was dying; on the brink of relinquishing passionate breath any unveiling second; while the very next instant God not only flooded my staggering lungs with unprecedented amounts of fresh air; but bequeathed upon me the power to exist beyond; past; present and future life…

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NO DRINKS When I was in a mood to profusely tease my neighbors; I had a drink of tangy lemon juice, When I wanted to swim against choppy waves of the turbulent ocean; I had a drink of wildly rejuvenating rum, When I wanted to float in the aisles of unprecedented desire; shrugging off the slightest of my stringent inhibitions; I had a drink of voluptuously red whisky, When I wanted to philander euphorically through the supremely dense and camouflaged forests; I had a drink of mystically refreshing coconut water, When I wanted to fight the lion disastrously barehanded; I had a drink of profoundly seductive wine; which instilled in me the false impression that I was greater than God, upon consumption, When I wanted to walk naked on the freezing mountain slopes; I had a drink of piquantly poignant and electric green chili, When I wanted to simply lie down on the couch; disentangling my mind from the vagaries and intricacies of this monotonous world; I had a drink of plain and rustic water, When I wanted to fantasize till eternity; live in a satiny cocoon of clouds all my life without respite; I had a drink of overwhelming nicotine, When I wanted to vomit out deliberately; puking out the last iota of what I had consumed just a few hours ago; I had a drink of disdainful soap with its bubbles exploding gently in my throat, When I wanted to emulate a mad man in astounding similarity; I had a drink of horrendous donkey saliva, When I wanted to commence prolific activity every dawn; I had a drink of delectably sizzling and hot tea, When I wanted to give the insurmountably constipated bowels in my stomach some relief; I had a drink of boisterously bubbling soda, When I wanted to holistically blend with the ecstatic conversation circulating in the conference; be an integral part of the festivity; I had a drink of ebulliently golden beer, When I wanted to gallivant on the stallion through the labyrinth of fabulous hills; I had a drink of passionately peppy pineapple juice, When I wanted to grandiloquently celebrate my birthday; say cheers to the entire world sitting in the clammy interiors of my drawing room; I had a drink of superlatively intoxicating vodka, When I wanted to leap in animated exhilaration in the middle of the night; halt my incessantly running nose from dribbling further; I had a drink of salubrious and steaming chicken soup, When I wanted to appease my mother; make amends for the plethora of inadvertent mistakes which I had committed; I had a drink of impeccable cow milk; kneading it assiduously from her sacrosanct body, When I wanted to reach the astronomical summit of Mount Everest; I had a drink of reinvigorating and tenacious brandy; once every few minutes, 832

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When I wanted to retain a splendidly formidable memory; I had a drink of fortified iron syrup; impregnating power to my being; power to my bones, When I wanted to speak in slang; pretend an intrinsic part of the high society without actually belonging to it; I had a drink of pretentiously sleazy brown cola, But when I wanted to lead life; I didn’t have any drink at all; for their was no magical liquid or extract made which would make me suffice its variety; infact it was an uphill struggle which was to be relentlessly fought; an invincible mission which no spurious drink on this earth could ever conquer…

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MY HEART WAS PURE INDIAN The cheese that I had for morning breakfast was pure Italian; with its tanginess drowning me into waves of euphoria, The ring adorning my finger was from the ancient pyramids of Arabia; glistening splendidly all day and night, The shampoo that I used; was a herbal extract from the caves of Mount Everest; impregnating my hair with a satiny caress, The calculator I used; was from Japan; deciphering mind-boggling puzzles within lightening fraction of seconds, The shoes I wore were colonial British; woven with exquisite quality leather, The watch on my wrists was authentically Swiss; shimmering majestically under the moonlight, The scents that lines my mantelpiece; were from the deserts of Arabia; replacing all stink with their mesmerizing redolence, The belt that held my pant single piece; was evolved from the skin of African python, The ice cubes that floated in my glass of whisky; were from the summit of the frozen Himalayas, The carpets engulfing every floor of my dwelling; were stitched with exclusive quality Persian wool, The gallons of water that I consumed every hour; were extracted from the pristine springs of the Alps, The mascara embellishing my eyelashes; was from the markets of ravishing France; that attracted every female inevitably towards me, The food that I gulped for nocturnal supper; was from the delectable kitchens of Turkey, The clothes that I used to cover my shivering skin; were from the contemporary and gaudy showrooms of America, The conch shells that I used to announce my voice to the world; were from the coastal islands of Australia, The roses that were fitted adorably in my vase; were from the sprawling gardens of China, The tea that I sipped with enormous pleasure; was made from petals strewn in the orchards of Pakistan, Infact even the contraptions I used to measure my intimate heart beat was of precision quality and pure German, While inspite of all these; I still had the greatest reverence for the soil I was born in; "MY HEART WAS PURE INDIAN"

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JUST A PAIR OF BONES Beneath my shirt; the gaudy clothes that engulfed my body, Beneath the infinite mass of hair; that sprouted from my scalp and skin, Beneath the exorbitantly costly rings; scintillating majestically from my finger, Beneath the golden sweat that oozed profusely down my nape; cooling my agitated senses, Beneath the aroma of musk perfume; diffusing from my armpits, Beneath the mesmerizing black mascara; painted intricately on my eyelashes, Beneath the Spanish watch; luminating royally from my wrist, Beneath the snake leather footwear; fitted to designer perfection on my toes, Beneath all the delectable food dumped in my stomach; sleeping blissfully inside, Beneath the voluptuous lipstick; embossed glossily on my lips, Beneath the mystical lines of my palm; portraying me to the world as a king, I was just a pair of bones....

Beneath swanky cars; which I drove at rocketing velocities through the streets, Beneath all the wine that I had consumed; which was extracted from the tangiest of herbs, Beneath dungeons of wealth; which I had stashed upto the brim with glittering gold, Beneath all the fantasies revolving pompously in my brain; engendering the entire world to spin on my fingertips, Beneath the feather coated couch on which I slept; gleefully tossing my mountain of jewels, Beneath all the Business clients who saluted me; opening their mouth in open mouthed admiration, Beneath the billion kilometers of land I possessed; on which philandered women of my very own choice, Beneath all the intricate figurines and scents lined on my mantelpiece; the boundless leopard skins suspended from walls of my palace, Beneath all the princely languages; that flowed out at ease from my tongue, Beneath several tales of love and enchantment; that I had executed out with my beloved, Beneath all the pretensions I had of presuming myself to be some sort of God; although without the ability of even knowing what would happen a few seconds after, I was simply a light weight skeleton; JUST A PAIR OF BONES...

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THE FIRST THING I WOULD DO If I were a ferocious panther the first thing I would do; was devour my prey with unprecedented relish, Then sleep in my den in the heart of the jungle cloistered from acrid light; impregnating the atmosphere with my snores. If I were an inconspicuous mosquito the first thing I would do; was to extract parsimonious amounts of blood from supple complexioned flesh, Then buzz incessantly in vicinity of the eardrum; driving the individual to the threshold of raw indignation. If I were a long legged spider the first thing I would do; was to weave my silken web with the sticky gel in my belly, Then patiently wait for innocuous insects to get trapped in; before pulverizing them to succulent pulp. If I were a handsome grey lizard the first thing I would do; was to stealthily pounce on my victim; strangulating it with my coherently synchronized teeth, Then perching myself in hidden cavities of the tube light; laboriously try and swallow my sumptuous meal. If I were an indolent cow grazing on the hills the first thing I would do; was to munch lush green grass protruding from the soil, Then spend marathon hours chewing the same; succeeded by an afternoon siesta; with the sun shining in my eyes. If I were a preposterously huge elephant wandering through the swampy marshes; the first thing I would do; was submerge my trunk in water; evacuating colossal amounts of the solvent, Then sprinkling the same with equanimity and brute power; on all animals in the surrounding. If I were a disdainfully colored cockroach the first thing I would do; was to swish my tentacles rampantly in exuberance, Then cling as tightly as possible to inner seams of the lavatory seat; waiting 836

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for dawn to descend in utter exasperation. If I were a enchanting cuckoo the first thing I would do; was to adroitly flex vocal chords deep down in my throat, Inundating the ambience with melodious music; profoundly enjoying the aftermath of the same. If I were a heinous criminal the first thing I would do; was to sabotage prime property, Stripping the overwhelmingly rich of their affluence; philandering all throughout the night under sleazy lights of the blaring discotheque. If I were a normal human being the first thing I would do; was to find the inevitable love of my life, Incarcerate the same for the remaining time till I breathed air; dedicate my entire time towards protection of her being. And If I were the omniscient creator the first thing I would do; was to annihilate all poverty and suffering, Make sure that all those living continued to live in perpetual contentment; for decades immemorial.

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RAW MATERIALS The raw material required for growing a foliated tree; was its inconspicuous little seeds, The raw material required for building a magnificent palace; was a plethora of baked bricks and finely pulverized sand, The raw material required for forming the sky; was a blend of black and immaculate white clouds, The raw material required for making a computer; was a conglomerate of contemporary chips with a host of sophisticated software, The raw material required for forming the mammoth ocean; was astronomical amounts of salt water, The raw material required for preparing appetizing curd; was decayed and left over remains of bitter milk, The raw material required to fire a hollow nozzle gun; was a grey bullet; that flew at electric speeds after swiftly releasing the trigger, The raw material required for digging a well in the stony ground; was a chiseled pickaxe compounded with onerous effort, The raw material required for riding a bicycle; was dexterous maneuvering of the same alongwith the skill of fine balance, The raw material required for writing script; was the slender sculptured fountain pen replete with sapphire ink, The raw material required for igniting bundled logs of dry wood; was a minuscule and lead coated matchstick, The raw material required for cautioning against unscrupulous burglars; was a contemporary alarm bell, The raw material required for soaring high in the air abreast of the hovering clouds; was a pair of strong and robust wings, The raw material required to compose a poem; was a jugglery of intricate words; alongwith perfect synchronization of rhyme, The raw material required to smile; was twin pairs of lips opening partially; radiating loads of compassionate warmth, The raw material required for spreading rampant riots; was baseless communalism, 838

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The raw material required for propagating corruption; was power hungry leaders adroitly manipulating innocuous people, The raw material required for impregnating fear; was merciless torture of the deprived; incessant tormenting of the underprivileged, The raw material required for dying; was forcible closure of the nostrils; succeeded by abrupt failure of the heart, And the raw material required for blissfully living; was unrelentingly caring for our dear ones; diligently praying to the deity we believe; patronizing universally the essence of philanthropic love.

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ROCKING CHAIR When I sat on it exerting my full weight; it squealed inaudibly permeating the stillness of atmosphere with feverish cacophony, Nimbly revolving a few centimeters on the polished floor; eventually adjusting disconcertingly to the situation. When I poked it with a conglomerate of pointed needles; it let out silent gasps, The upholstery was now embedded with a plethora of incongruous holes; although I could still spread my legs on it and sit. When I emptied a barrel of fuming acid on it; it got severely butchered and uncouthly ripped apart, The spongy foam now buckled under the slightest of my caress; and people who visited my cabin perceived it as a minor bomb blast. When I tried standing erect on it swirling rampantly to blaring tunes diffusing from the CD systems; it initially complied with my desire, Although after a while I found myself adhering to the opposite wall of the room; as it had inevitably skidded and flung me like a discarded heap. When I incorrigibly refrained to clean it; letting hordes of dust settle on its persona, I had to suffer unrelentingly from sporadic bouts of thunderous coughing; with the minuscule particles entering my nose. When I washed it with freezing water in winter castigating for disobeying my command; it appeared forlorn and meek in the beginning, However when the next day I entered my office; there was a derogatory odor intensely hovering in the air; also I saw a fleet of termite gnawing the soft wood with overwhelming relish. When I endeavored to emboss script on its body; it incessantly rotated and shook; bouncing with gay abundance on its springs, Driving me wild beyond the threshold of definable frustration; and I finally gave up on my persevering effort. When I kicked it in its rear; exerting tumultuous force with my bohemian 840

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feet, It placidly lay down topsy-turvy several paces further; and I had scrupulously make sure whether all parts were intact; before relaxing on it again. When I tried incinerating it; submerging it wholesomely in my left over alcohol; it caught flames which rose high and handsome towards the sky, All that was now left of it was charred ashes; which I consummately used to sprinkle as manure over my plants. But let me tell you folks; I had enjoyed it the most; supremely relished its company for marathon hours on the trot, When I swung it tenaciously to and fro; with my feet languidly sprawled on the table; my eyes partially closed; and my ROCKING CHAIR virtually putting my into a mystical slumber.

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WHEN IN DEEP SLEEP When in deep sleep you seemed like an immaculate angel; breathing heavily with incoherent sounds emanating from your semi open lips, While the instant you awakened; you pummeled your fists against the wall; clenched your teeth in indignation. When in deep sleep you seemed to be profoundly oblivious to your surroundings; with your lids firmly agglutinated to your eyeball, While the instant you awakened; you cast a series of despicable looks; castigating me severely for the inconspicuous smudges aligning the furniture. When in deep sleep you changed positions umpteenth times in a minute; with your clothes strewn in a disheveled heap, While the instant you awakened you stringently made sure that I sat up straight without flinching the least; the attire that I wore was neatly creased and meticulously ironed. When in deep sleep you mystically smiled; perhaps envisaging the fairies in the cosmos; with an enchanting glow encompassing your facial contours, While the instant you awakened you were crimson with anger; rebuked me for not scrupulously washing my face. When in deep sleep you inadvertently caressed my hair; fondling with my cheeks as if admiring their pudgy softness, While the instant you awakened you were aghast at being late for office; slapped me hard for not braiding my hair. When in deep sleep you unwittingly uttered all those things stored well within your heart; vanquishing all apprehensions that engulfed your silhouette, While the instant you awakened you started manipulating the words to speak; refrained from giving me the tiniest of insinuation. When in deep sleep you sometimes walked innocuously; languishing in the aisles of romantic fantasy, While the instant you awakened you uncouthly barked orders for a cup of tea; splashed the same on the walls when it was not sizzling to the temperature you desired. 842

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When in deep sleep you wriggled inside the cozy delights of your quilt; blissfully exploring the moisture beneath the pillow you slept, While the instant you awakened you threw aside the covers in intense infuriation; frantically searching for your radiant watch and glistening chain. When in deep sleep you unconsciously laughed; when I poked a thin blade of grass in your ears; gave me a celestial smile, While the instant you awakened you barked a volley of abashing expletives; condemning me for not polishing your shoes. When in deep sleep you were the perfect husband for whom I had heaps of adulation; while the instant you awakened I had lost all reverence for your persona, As I wished and prayed fervently to the almighty; to transform you like the way you were "WHEN IN DEEP SLEEP".

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DON’T YET DIE One day you will ebulliently bounce on the pinnacle of blossoming prosperity; with the ingratiatingly fantastic melody of the atmosphere; blending handsomely with every ingredient of your crimson blood, One day you will catapult to the absolute epitome of scintillating stardom; with even the most infinitesimal of your wish; immortalizing with the heavens divine, One day you will irrefutably achieve all what you were harmoniously striving for; celestially diffusing the spirit of compassionate brotherhood; in every nook and cranny of the gigantic Universe; alike, One day you will forget all your lambasting miseries and tantalizingly smile; exploring an enthralling township of beauty; on every step that you transgressed, One day you will find all vibrantly tingling goodness of this planet bountifully blessed in your outstretched lap; with the whispers of ravishing enchantment; immaculately enlightening your every night, One day you will unequivocally march only on the path of priceless truth; wholesomely abdicating forever and ever and ever; the web of tyrannically disparaging lies, One day you will triumphantly emerge from the graveyards of despairing gloom; perpetually inundate even the most inconspicuous speck on this earth; with unfathomably benign happiness, One day you will transform the gory complexion of this planet; bring back a resplendent smile on the lips of the all those uncouthly divested; by the grace of Almighty God, One day you will stupendously fantasize only about unshakable solidarity; holistically embark upon an unflinching mission to impregnably unite all caste; creed; tribe and color; in the threads of unassailable humanity, One day you will find the most beautifully affable mate of your life; who altruistically stood by your impoverished side; even as diabolical hell indefatigably rained from the sky outside, One day you will fulminate into a cloud of torrential jubilation; wonderfully titillate every iota of this 844

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despicably famished earth; with the majestic sweetness of your creation, One day you will insatiably dance in the aisles of unprecedented desire; gyrate to the tunes of unending harmony; even as the most stringently sweltering rays of the Sun; ferociously charred everything to spurious dust, One day you will inhale the most sensuously rejuvenating scents of the atmosphere; replenish every aspect of your penuriously dwindling existence; with the fathomless freedom of the; boundlessly bestowing cosmos, One day you will tranquilly bond with your heavenly soul; discover even the most diminutive fragment of your sparkling conscience; to propagate the ubiquitous essence of simplicity, One day you will get more than what you could have ever perceived in the most wildest of your dreams; as you selflessly diffused the same; to all those brutally strangulated in the dormitories of unbelievably merciless agony, One day you will embrace the winds of timeless romance; bask in the glory of earth’s most wonderfully symbiotic relationship; for infinite more births yet to unleash, One day you will breathe an air so impeccably sacrosanct and without even the tiniest trace of adulterated manipulation; that your conscience will inevitably coalesce with the Omnisciently divine, One day you will love so immortally with the partner of your choice; that even the most belligerently satanic of devils; would become entirely oblivious to the word called ghastly “ Crime”, And that day was invincibly sure to come in yours and every benevolent entity’s life; so keep optimistically conceiving and working towards that day; don’t lose hope; don’t yet die….

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ENTIRELY ON THEIR OWN Reason to fear was with those who had resplendently sparkling sight; as even the tiniest thought of a blur obfuscating their eyes; made them uncontrollably tremble towards the aisles of nothingness, While the ones blind since the very first cry of birth; surged intrepidly forward with nothing to lose; as the only Sun for them was an island of wholesomely penalizing blackness….. Reason to fear was with those who had fathomless treasuries of gold and compassionate belonging; as even the tiniest thought of misery coming their way; made them frantically chew the last chunk of their skins, While the ones brutally orphaned and penniless since the very first cry of birth; merrily gallivanted forward with nothing to lose; as the most majestic cheer for them; was their soul of despicably wavering loneliness…. Reason to fear was with those who had perennially floated in opulent wines and tantalizing food; as even the tiniest thought of prosperity deserting them; made them sweat like a orward with nothing to lose; as their most charismatically sensuous expression was a despondent dungeon of remorsefully lambasting silence….. Reason to fear was with those who had enchantingly vibrant ears; as even the tiniest thought of voices abandoning them; made them insanely wander through clouds of frazzled emptiness, While the ones perpetually deaf since the very first cry of birth; harmoniously surged forward with nothing to lose; as their most poignantly volatile inspiration to exist was a graveyard of pin drop solitude…. Reason to fear was with those who were unconquerable kings; as even the tiniest thought of the diamonds popping out from their pompous crowns; made them inexplicably beat their fists towards the corridors of diabolical hell, While the ones opprobriously squelched like rotten tomatoes since the very first cry of their birth; exuberantly surged forward with nothing to lose; as their most pristine moments in life were nothing but a gutter of 846

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unsurpassable filth…. Reason to fear was with those who incessantly tantalized themselves with the feathers of enchanting desire; as even the tiniest thought of all nubile fantasy abnegating them; made them maniacally bleed in threadbare dust, While the ones bizarrely lynched since the very first cry of birth; blisteringly flew forward with nothing to lose; as their most gloriously fecund prowess was to procreate none like their own…. And reason to fear was with those who passionately palpitated into fireballs of togetherness every instant; as even the tiniest thought of their beloved betraying them; made them desperately rip apart their veins into an infinite ungainly bits, While the ones disparagingly bereft of love since the very first cry of birth; phlegmatically ticktocked forward with nothing to lose; as the most marvelously cherished aspect of their survival; was to be left entirely on their own….

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STAY HAPPY; STAY ALIVE Stay on top of the blisteringly sweltering equator; uncontrollably basking in the insatiably flamboyant glory of the Omnipotent Sun, Stay on resplendently inebriating avalanches of scintillating ice; bountifully feasting every ingredient of your crimson blood; on the stupendously frosty mountains, Stay on rustic landscapes of indigenously panoramic mud; indefatigably tingling even the most infinitesimal bud of your skin; with melodiously enchanting grass, Stay under the unrelentingly cascading waterfalls; replenishing your drearily insipid nerves with the mantra of harmoniously holistic; symbiotism, Stay wherever you like; but stay in rhapsodically ebullient happiness; stay ubiquitously diffusing into a fountain of everlasting jubilation; stay forever and philanthropically alive….. 1…. Stay abreast the ferociously dazzling fires; metamorphosing even the most frigidly pernicious moments of your bedraggled life; into a sky of unconquerable optimism, Stay intrepidly relaxing on the gigantic shark’s back; unfurling into a gorge of unfathomably exhilarating adventure; as each instant rampantly zipped by, Stay tirelessly under the placidly mesmerizing Moon; enchantingly pacifying your tumultuously frazzled persona; with euphorically impeccable charisma, Stay intractably near the aromatically appetizing kitchens; supremely tantalizing your disastrously impoverished nostrils; with the most delectably exotic cuisine that lingered on this gigantic Universe, Stay wherever you like; but stay unassailably bonded in threads of solidarity; stay as God’s most innocuously blessed organisms; stay forever and philanthropically alive….. 2…. Stay rolling with the immaculately burgeoning mushrooms; marvelously saluting their honesty; as the first rays of dawn unleashed from the royally ethereal horizons, Stay wholesomely blended with hives of the boisterous 848

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honey bee; profusely enveloping every cranny of your diminutive demeanor; with unsurpassably never-ending sweetness, Stay unflinchingly confronting the most mightiest of tornadoes; relishing the sheer propensity of compassionate moisture; on every impression of your pathetically fading visage, Stay powerlessly surrendered at the pristine feet of your divine beloved; profoundly nourishing every droplet of your scarlet blood; with all beauty that serendipitously enshrouded this planet, Stay wherever you like; but stay always encapsulated with impregnable prosperity; stay shoulder to shoulder with your comrades in inexplicably traumatic pain; stay forever and philanthropically alive….. 3…. Stay lifelong with all unfortunately staggering destitute; inundating enlightening rays of desire in the lives of all those vindictively orphaned, Stay intransigently upon the sordidly uninhibited rooftop; languishing in the aisles of unending desire; without caring two hoods about the conventionally diabolical society, Stay brazenly bare chested on the ecstatically gallivanting horse; timelessly exploring the ravishing aura of this earth; as the majestically glorious wind gushed past the whites of your joyously blazing eyes, Stay concisely synchronized in the dormitories of the swanky corporate office; rejoicing the quintessential fundamentals of pragmatic management; to their unprecedented fullest, Stay wherever you like; but stay with a smile blessing your countenance till times beyond eternity; stay pricelessly bonded with the fabric of eternally melanging mankind; stay forever and philanthropically alive…..

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HOME SWEET HOME I might have euphorically gallivanted to the absolute summit of the rhapsodic mountain; and handsomely kissed the gloriously vivacious crescent of seductive rainbow, I might have unrelentingly waded through the poignantly salty oceans; dancing till unsurpassable eternity with the resplendently enamoring dolphins, I might have timelessly philandered through the mystically jubilant forests; rhythmically acclimatizing my ebulliently racing pulse; with the enigmatically tantalizing rustling of fresh leaves, I might have fervently rolled on titillating mud; encapsulating even the most infinitesimal arena of my exploring demeanor; with profoundly rejuvenating ecstasy, But eventually at the end of the optimistic day and as the Sun eventually transcended blissfully past the ethereal horizons; there was nothing as compassionately comforting; as HOME; SWEET HOME…. 1….. I might have relentlessly bathed under the gorgeously sparkling waterfalls; wholesomely oblivious to even the most ardent puff of breath that ecstatically descended down my nostrils, I might have mischievously flirted with fathomless nubile maidens; playing games of voluptuous hide and seek; as the thunderbolts of rain pelted torrentially from crimson sky, I might have embarked on the most exhilarating expedition of my lifetime; audaciously leaping towards the clouds; as the entrenchment of perennially silken dawn engulfed one and all; holistically alike, I might have disdainfully lost track of pragmatic time; as I endlessly fantasized beyond the realms of eternally sacrosanct paradise, But at the end of the enlightening day and as the Sun eventually disappeared in wholesome entirety for the remainder of the ghastly night; there was nothing as Omnisciently gratifying; as HOME; SWEET HOME…. 2…. I might have tirelessly recounted tales of ingratiating adventure; to the entire planet; fulminating into a reservoir of bubbling enthusiasm as each second unleashed into a wholesome minute, 850

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I might have unflinchingly faced the most truculently acrimonious of winds; towering as an apostle of irrefutable righteousness; by the grace of Almighty Lord, I might have arisen like streaks of uncontrollable lightening in the middle of the night; to eccentrically reminisce the most marvelously majestic moments of my diminutively impoverished existence, I might have astoundingly evolved a boundless fountain of creativity; on even the most indigenously dilapidated path; that I nimbly transgressed, But at the end of the unassailable day and as the Sun eventually whispered a fugitive adieu to the gigantic sky; there was nothing as philanthropically uniting; as HOME; SWEET HOME…. 3…. I might have inherently inherited an uncanny ability of articulately using my fingers; to encompass the colossal beauty of this wonderfully panoramic planet; in the canvas of my immaculately tiny palms, I might have incessantly chortled into tornadoes of frolicking happiness; perpetually smiling even in the most disastrously ungainly moments of penalizing existence, I might have tossed in a restless inferno of unending excitement; conceiving the most spell bindingly fantastic vibrations on this Omnipotent earth, I might have vociferously placed my footstep on every single cranny of this unfathomably fantastic planet; indefatigably discovering the charisma in God’s most sacred atmosphere; till the very last beat of my heart; and with my minuscule little mind, But at the end of the benign day and as the Sun eventually paid its last tributes to regally aristocratic brightness; there was nothing as pricelessly humanitarian; as HOME; SWEET HOME….

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KING OF THE VILLAGE He had moustache to be proud of, earlobes pierced with circular rings of brass, wound a gaudy turban on his scalp, wore frilled cloth clinging tautly to his skinny frame, clasped an iron bludgeon for self defense, chopped tree wood with thick blades of stainless steel, climbed bare walls of brick with large urban feet, took bath in monsoon ponds of muddy water, adroitly lit roaring fires with bundles of dead sea weed, relied on changing positions of the sun for an update on time, showered fruit and petal on daintily sculptured feet of the deity, guffawed whole heartedly at mindless chatter prevalent in village, coated walls of his mud baked hut with pure cowdung plaster, hurtled a volley of loud abuse at son for skipping school, milked the cow to professional perfection, wore a jugglery of threads sewn with superstition, uttered inaudible phrases in broken English, guiding overseas tourist through dilapidated walls of the castle, being the solitary source of monthly wages, was a thorough blend of impetuousness and rural flamboyance, his dreams had never crossed territories of his village, with reflections of unexplored charisma lurking in his eyes, he proclaimed loud with dignity to be the "KING OF THE VILLAGE.

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CAN THERE EXIST Can there exist rain without smoke grey clouds in the cosmos, can there exist desert without quintals of slippery sand, can there exist flower shrub without variegated petals of color, can there exist winter without mercury dipping below freezing, can there exist pure ivory without elephant trampling through forest, can there exist a cigarette without bitter leaves of venom tobacco, can there exist taste without minute buds flowering on fleshy tongue, can there exist a boat without oars firmly riveted to the sides, can there exist incessant wind without circular revolutions of the motored fan, can there exist gold without tinges of passionate yellow, can there exist white pearls without symmetrically carved oyster shell, can there exist cinema halls without palatial expanse of the silver screen, can there exist a perfect morning without melodious chirping of the cuckoo, can there exist salt without sea water splashing on the chain of mighty coal rock, can there exist blood without pores of flesh being punctured, can there exist thick lava without collisions in interior crevices of earth, can there exist a lock without a key kissing articulate junctions of proximity, can there exist finger nail coat without surplus fillings of powdered calcium, can there exist mountain rivers without mass of water tumbling down at speed, can there exist a church without Jesus nailed to sandalwood cross, can there exist breath without nostrils containing 853

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WHAT IS IT What is it that makes us speak with eloquence, Oscillates the fleshy organ of tongue in mouth. What is it that makes us decipher infinite lines of condensed literature, Lies trapped in hollow sockets of visual apparatus. What is it that makes us sweat like an invincible river, Exorbitantly saps reserve quotas of hidden energy. What is it that tickles daintily stitched threads of conscience, Vacillates with every unfolding minute of life. What is it that makes our hair stand when bitter cold, Causes surplus goose-bumps multiplying infectiously by the minute. What is it that lifts our bodies from periphery of earth, Prompts us to run fast when struck with fear. What is it that bestows us with a satiny shadow, Attracts us unanimously towards impeccable pillars of love. What is it that triggers us to laugh with zeal and profound enthuse, Imparts us with the bountiful quality of being chivalrous. What is it that causes incoherent pressure to evacuate our bowels, Facilitates in healing raw islands of sordid wounds. What is it that makes us cry in bouts of agonizing hysteria, Renders us mutilated exposed to the tyranny of life. What is it that makes us hungry like untamed demons, Inspires us to trample the innocent indiscreetly. What is it that makes us oblivious to ticking hours of the clock, Give our hearts to the person we vehemently love, Dedicate our lives in due submission of the deity we adore and pray.

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POTRAYAL OF GOD The magnanimous personality of god lies in all, multiple gods we do encounter, as brilliant sunshine transits into starry night, the prime creator being twin meals of boiled rice, succeeded by a liter barrel of ground water solvent, sealed bamboo, metal, concrete, roofs, sheltering human flesh, from torrential rain, acerbic rays of light, whirlwinds of obnoxious dust. the next god is handsome white cotton cloth, encapsulating shivering bare bodies with perennial warmth. god nestles in starch white currency notes, earned through perspiring hard labor, streaks of gifted intelligence, quenching gross demands of routine life. god inhabits crimson red, fragrant rose, emanating from clay mud, tickling masses of humans, fleets of birds, with its omnipotent scent of love. the supreme personality of godhead, luminates large in all those bathing in ponds of benevolence, reinforcing egalitarian beliefs in all races, breathing oxygen coated with malice, living as a united bundle of iron sticks, for decades of harmonious existence.

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BEDS When I tried sleeping on a king sized bed of pure gold, engulfed my persona in quilts embossed with biscuits of exquisite silver, I took extreme caution while tossing and turning, my body vehemently refrained to sleep all night, so as to preserve crisp creases in the rich bricks of dazzling yellow. When I attempted sleeping on luxury beds embodied in ornate satin, a mattress of wild musk grass firmly riveted to its face, with ravishing cologne sprinkled bountifully all over, and slippery floss tickling numerous zones of my silhouette, the royal environment of sponge evaporated indispensable traces of sleep. When I ventured sleeping on colossal beds of pearl soap tablets, with minute scriptures articulately scribbled all over, and the fragrance of sea oyster emanating wildly from all quarters, my body felt fidgety, satisfying itself with abstemious amounts of sleep. When I dared sleeping on plush beds of dotted panther skin, the softness in flesh texture sinking me down, ghastly premonitions of the live beast flooded my mind, I awakened with panic stricken jolts in middle of the night. I then made resolute resolves to sleep on bed carpets of solitary road, with the creamy moon impregnating me with beams of tranquil calm, mundane noises of vehicular traffic sporadically flooding my ear, the tepid breeze my passionate companion, and the pitch dark blackness my quilt for the night, 857

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SNAKE LEATHER BELT I used it to lambaste bald patches of fair skin, it obliged readily executing brute power with austere amounts of sting. I viciously strangulated slender necks twisting it, it bit the skin tenaciously to cause abrupt death. I suspended it in Luke warm waters of the monsoon lake, it in turn hoisted a jugglery of golden fish for me to relish. I stealthily caressed umpteenth pores of my tender flesh with it, it tantalizingly tickled me to erupt into whirlpools of laughter. I stuck it firmly to the bare wall; with a backdrop of morbid jungle, it strikingly resembled the slithering body of a silver snake. I utilized it as a versatile pulley to evacuate me pails of water, it did so with jocular smiles; also fetching me my drowned purse alongwith crystal water. I embedded it to the ceiling fan forming a tight noose, got ready to fit in my stocky neck; and a few seconds after to relinquish breath. I mercilessly burnt it in a heap to proliferate fire, harmoniously heat substantially cold arenas of my body. I tugged it dexterously with my palms; pulling my beloved towards me, then enjoyed the effeminate warmth of her breath cascading down my nape. It worked like a slave; meticulously performing all tasks to perfection, although I must mention that my SNAKE LEATHER BELT looked far more enchanting while wound on my potbellied waist, rather than when executing a plethora of mundane task.

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WHAT HAPPENS What happens when branch leaves wither in freezing winter, the tree body stands devoid of leafy clothing all day and night. What happens when frosty cream is sucked from cow milk, the solution rendered listless, resembles white mineral water. What happens pure petrol is mixed with stale kerosene, the car machinery stutters, vomits in pain, unable to budge an inch further. What happens when a horse is kissed by fiery cigarette butt, it throws its master topsy-turvy, galloping at mounting spurts of speed. What happens when the vociferous sea is evacuated of water, demonic thunder clouds of rain refrain from being formed. What happens when children are introduced to the nefarious world of crime, they indulge in rampant massacre, consuming human blood like stream water. What happens when chunks of bread are left to die, red ant and a plethora of fungus devour it rapidly. What happens when body is drenched with rotten tobacco juice, there develops an everlasting stench of decayed lizard. What happens when coconut shell is slammed hard on human skull, the fruit bursts open proving feeble against volatile energy of the brain. What happens when we swallow a pitcher full of scotch whisky, the inbuilt body clock remains in heavy sedation all sunlit day. What happens when partially blind left are to waver on the busy street, they guide themselves adroitly, relying solely on sensory touches of touch and smell. What happens when human beings are replaced by robots, tasks get executed to immaculate perfection, without palpable emotions of hatred and unbiased love. 860

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JUST GIVE ME ONE MEAL He took shallow breaths at irregular intervals, was clad in clothes bereft of stitching, drops of blood oozed when he coughed, thin bones clattered when he walked, people dispersed when he perched beside them, the air had a stench of starved perspiration as he passed, white stream water transited to garbage black, as he dipped his caricature in holy assemblage of the Ganges, his feet were bare, diffused into cracks as he tread on thorns, he hardly had saliva to spit on the earth. {1} Harsh sunlight days sped into sultry nights, his shoulders drooped further with advancing age, desires faded in oblivion, with brutal strokes of destiny, he had stopped seeing dreams since eternity, his body had turned numb to pain and abuse, he had a solitary desire to eat one full meal. it seemed god heard his call, far off in the park, lay sprawled left overs of bread, prompting him to run in glee, he devoured the chunks in flash seconds of time, made guttural sounds while gulping tap water, looked at the sky with fingers juxtaposed in recesses of torn flesh, laboured his way, for a place to sleep in the merciless night.

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BITS AND PIECES I accumulated bits and pieces of exquisite cloth, took surplus spools of thread and slender bodkin, stitched them all into a rich long articulate fabric, which I proudly christened as my silken summer suit. I amalgamated bits and pieces of pliable rubber, acquired bountiful amounts of glue from bark of tree, coagulated the curry of glue and rubber, exposing them to the sun to dry, the eventual outcome was as enchanting as twinkling stars in the sky, what I now held in my palms was a pair of solidly punched and angular cowboy boots. I gathered bits and pieces of coastal silver sands, moulded them deftly with soft pressure of my knotted fingers, engraving intricate designs on the exterior periphery of structure, embedding the pure sand walls with a plethora of translucent shells, the sight for me to witness was a feast to my hungry eyes, a midget sized sandcastle now stood ornately in vociferous currents of ocean wind. I assembled bits and pieces of wine red brick, prepared a blend of cement and crushed chips of granite, studded vacant spots on the exterior with pure Italian glass, laid a colossal drainpipe from head to toe, the aftermath of which saw me in direct confrontation, with the magnanimous silhouette of the princely edifice. And finally when I mixed bits and pieces of my tears with hers, the liquid was resplendent with a mystical aura, it made us reminiscent of the times of distress and gruelling agony, 862

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when we lived bifurcated by feckless boundaries of class and status, we still drank the concoction regularly decades after tying the nuptial chord, it quenched our thirst like god cures all those afflicted with heinous pain.

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BLOOD RED APPLE JUICE I flung pointed pebbles leaning on the balcony rail, gnawed incessantly at my soft finger flesh, poked at entangled knots of hair mixing long fingernails with scalp zone, spit loads of saliva on pavements of stale concrete, kicked violently at loose chunks of sand lying unattended, tore every bit of transparent cloth in close proximity, trampled on infinite insects that lurked infuriatingly across my way, devoured solid bones of calcium, crushing them with my teeth, peeled crisp wall paint in plenty with incoherent strokes of footnail, ripped triangular caps from compressed bottles of soda drink, spilled jars containing carbon ink on satiny covers of the bedroom mattress, plucked masses of grass blades rolling languidly in undulating landscape of the garden, transformed pencil ends to distorted junk by repetitive chewing, added tones of salt to fruit juice before consumption, pedaled my bicycle till a river of sweat descended down my neck, revolved my body in clockwise journeys at electric beats of music, trimmed waste hair emanating sparsely from twin nostrils, applied scented lotion to the back of palm to revitalize skin, roamed aimlessly through solitary streets at the onset of midnight. Weird situations of nil work had made me fidgety, Obsessions for exorbitant adventure seemed to be fast fading, I strolled at fast pace across the periphery of my fruit orchard, Clambered up a tall tree bearing blood red apple, Snatched it deftly from within its house of green leaf, Drank sweet juice charged with small pints of 864

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ravishing flavour, From deep cores within its delicately tender heart.

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BOREDOM I viewed television for long hours on the trot, Flickering images of the screen flooding inert regions of my eye, I suddenly felt my head throbbing like a thousand needles, And I shut my eyes with ardent fervor; to avoid getting blatantly bored. I swam with zealous strokes in sapphire blue waters of the swimming pool, Floating occasionally with my vision riveted to the placid moon, The exuberance prevalent at the start was slowly dwindling, And the very perception of crossing parallel stretches of water, Rendered me feeling dreadful and bored. I drove my parrot green automobile at breathtaking speeds, Manoeuvring dexterously through sharp bends of the valley, With mesmerizing tunes o music piercing me like steel arrows, Days sped into ghastly nights; the rally was yet far from accomplished, And I prayed fervently to god to exit from this utterly boring rigmarole. I sprawled a bunch of dotted cards on the fur topped desk, Shuffling them with meticulous precision and care, With a scintillating bottle of rum lying by my side; As the vigils of dusk took a stranglehold on day, the once coherent images; struck me as indecipherably blurred, twin pairs of my eyes were bored; succumbing gladly to indispensable sleep. I chanted unrelentingly the mantra of god, Swaying with robust energy to the omniscient personality of the creator, Drowned in totality with the essence of celestial rays, 866

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Fulfilling the imperative quota of duties; towards my counterpart human being, The ritual slaughtered traces of boredom from my life; Reinforcing exasperated avenues of my mind with the vastness of spiritual creation.

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BUTTONS The colossal deodar tree was embossed with infinite buttons of parrot green, which swayed frivolously with ravishing currents of enigmatic breeze. The sky was flooded with buttons of flocculent white, Dispersed into cocoons of rain yielding humid gas. The contemporary pistol was embedded with a fleet of compact lead buttons, Capable of annihilating palpable entities to lifeless souls. Palatial waters of the emerald ocean were abundant with hordes of fish, Which swam with acrobatic ease in swirling waters; under the nocturnal moon. The sizzling agglomerate of continental soup was resplendent with buttons of tubular mushroom, Which disintegrated into sumptuous splinters when savored by a cluster of teeth. Pellucid glass of the time piece; incorporated slender buttons of metal, Which arduously circulated in clockwise journeys throughout decades of survival. Succulent pulp of the watermelon; held captive a plethora of brown buttons, Which had sour juice trapped in deep recesses of soft kernel. The driving wheel of scintillating automobile; possessed a conspicuously protuberant button, Producing discordant sounds when compressed to supreme angularity. Mammoth jerry cans of cow milk; consisted of tangible buttons of salubrious cream, Which reinvigorated dreary mechanisms of the body with unprecedented energy. The magnanimous jaw of alligator was juxtaposed with an army of acerbic button, Ready to ferociously strip bountiful flesh from strong bone. Silver sands of the sea shore were emollient with surplus fillings of mystical 868

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buttons, Which shone brilliantly in the midday sun; nestled in tranquil under a cameo of stars. And visual apparatus of my eye was blessed with translucent buttons of vision, Which envisaged her love in the day; inevitably sighting her on every piece of land, Sleeping in contentment with her fragrance pilfering my thought flow for the ruthless night.

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WALKING BACKWARDS If humans on land started to abruptly walk backwards, with their eyes focused towards empty spaces in the front, they would inadvertently lose their balance tumbling like a pack of cards, on the obdurate surface of muddy ground. If cars powered with speed guns traversed backwards, monumental elevations of buildings would seem fading in oblivion, it would be eternity before one reached the place of work, there would be embarrassing accidents at all quarters, rendering the traffic in disdainful jeopardy. If thoroughbred stallions galloped backwards, execute insane behavior while carrying their possessors, their masters would whip them black and blue, for not obeying stringent instructions even after consuming with relish, fresh tendrils of red radish with spicy leaves of coriander. If saline waves of the ocean receded backwards with outrageous bursts of wind, the sand on shores would die in parched starvation, fishes would find it painstakingly cumbersome to swim, there would be no ships sailing on the erratic persona of the sky blue sea. If slender needles of the tower clock ticked backwards, minutes, hours, days would simply fail to proceed, the youth would exist in resplendent exuberance for decades to come, all decayed and old would fail to wither, staying alive for times immemorial, and there wouldn’t be a fresh soul born for centuries to be confronted.

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ARTILLERY FOR SURVIVAL The car ate gallons of golden gasoline spray, the pen survived on compressed mass of carbon ink. the lizard devoured species of small insects, the light bulb shone to swift currents of white electricity. the birds lived on suspended wind in atmosphere, the rock crevices hungrily gulped salty sea waves. the tree sucked moisture from interior core of soil, triangular ice cubes fed on incessant supply of frozen air. the pigments of green derived fodder through bright sunshine, red crested parrot nibbled spicy chunks of homemade pickle. the cigarette sticks relied solely on milligrams of lethal tobacco, thick skinned elephant swallowed a truck load of healthy leaves. the placid night was cooled by strong beams of the tranquil moon, the marine octopus relished a meal of long fish and crab. the wall clock functioned due to meticulous unwinding of chains, the bumble bee rested in jars of natural honey. the computer processed data from a configuration of microchips, exhaustion was accentuated further by infinite beads of sweat dripping down. the humans existing lived on a cascade of currency, whilst I occupied the soil, entirely listening to tunes of my heart.

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THE DARKER SIDE AND THE BRIGHTER ASPECT

The darker side of blindness was an unrelenting camouflage of austere black, while brighter aspect of the same was a sensitive tuning of the hollow ear drum. The darker side of a wounded bruise was gushing streams of blood flowing, while brighter aspect of the same; was firm resilience to anguish and pain. The darker side of the ocean was drowning to death, while brighter aspect of the same was; a cluster of striped fish swimming. The darker side of squashed vegetable was clouds of insidious stench emanating, while brighter aspect of the same was blissful manure for an artillery of dead shrub. The darker side of a computer was a total entropy of handwriting, while brighter aspect of the same was crisp outlines of calligraphy ornately printed. The darker side of the twin horned cow was that it was fat and indolent, while brighter aspect of the same was that it suckled gallons of fresh milk. The darker side of the sun was acrimonious rays cauterizing tender patches of skin, while brighter aspect of the same was complete fumigation of the water logged environment. The darker side of a candy chocolate was a plethora of cavities in mouth palette, while brighter aspect of the same was waves of felicity submerging a person in euphoria. The darker side of moon was that it diffused feeble beams of opalescent light, 872

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while brighter aspect of the same was that it illuminated gruesome darkness with rays of hope. The darker side of residing in a jungle was immense fear of savage beasts, while brighter aspect of the same was bathing in crystal waters of the virgin river. The darker side of being a dog was being treated with loads of contempt and malice, while brighter aspect of the same was ferociously growling canine teeth at strangers. The darker side of death was traumatic pain and tumultuous sorrow, while brighter aspect of the same was to give someone a chance to live. The darker side of love was infinite perils lurking in the society, while the brighter aspect of the same was relishing the feeling of being cared.

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I blended a considerate proportion of wild sand and water, smearing the paste with a sweet curry of white fish chowder, neatly aligning the assembly of bricks to form a wall, with acrid light beams of the sun fortifying the construction, I then left destiny handle my twin storied house. I slogged like a tribal bull all sweltering day, burnt midnight oil to its unprecedented capacity, flipping diligently through minuscule literature printed on decaying parchment of books, mustered enough tenacity to appear in the examinations, leaving destiny to decide the outcome of my Herculean effort. I drove my automobile at languid speeds, caressing the gears with meticulous precision, maneuvering the vehicle with coherent strokes imparted to the steering wheel, applying stringent pressure on the horn before overtaking, leaving destiny to implement whether i should relinquish breath in a car crash; or live. I onerously molded my fingers to sketch, feeding bare bonds of paper with ornate lines of the moist mountain, vigorously shading fluorescent rays of the sun with my lead tipped pencil, filling enchanting spots of the lake with crimson color, left it entirely on destiny to be appreciated by true connoisseurs of art. I viciously perspired beneath the flaming sun, performing routine tasks; catering to activities of monotonous life, ploughing virgin chunks of clay; sandwiched amidst towering bull, milking the cow for rich complexioned frothy cream, left it to mother destiny to chalk plans of action in my life. 874

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NEVER ASK Never ask a man perpetually blind; to desiccate an infinitesimal needle from the unfathomably colossal haystack, Never ask a bird withering horrendously on the ground; to flap its brutally severed wings and fly, Never ask a panther growling full throttle; to emanate a melody that would transit human into a blissful slumber, Never ask an insatiably parasitic leech; to magnificently heal your profusely bleeding wounds, Never ask an abysmally sweltering desert; to quench the agonizing flames overwhelmingly engulfing your scorched throat, Never ask an insurmountably barbaric butcher; to pacify the intransigent wails of a freshly born infant, Never ask a horrendously broken pencil; to sketch the most fabulously intricate corners of the Universe, Never ask a satanically ruthless assassin; to churn unsurpassable lines or mystically romantic poetry, Never ask a diabolically thorny cactus; to become your voluptuously mesmerizing mattress for the heart of the night, Never ask a gigantic avalanche of ice; to compassionately ignite your pathetically dwindling and frozen senses, Never ask a flirtatiously capricious wink; to resolve higher than the summit of the unconquerable cosmos, Never ask an incomprehensibly squalid pig; to perpetuate the dolorous atmosphere with enchanting scent, Never ask the clock ticking at swashbuckling speeds; to transit back into the realms of nascent childhood, Never ask the stalk of frigidly diminishing grass; to stand like an invincible fortress against the most tumultuous of storm, Never ask the vivaciously thundering streaks of lightening; to squeak like a kitten; camouflage in the corridors of dormant solitude, Never ask dungeons inundated with glittering gold; to beg like impoverished urchins on the treacherously deserted street, Never ask the irrevocably dead stone; to fulminate into rhapsodic spurts of animated laughter, 875

Never ask a enigmatically heartfelt poet; to function like monotonous clockwork in the periphery of manipulative office, Never ask a bewitching sorceress; to philanthropically bless humanity with the essence of uninhibited sharing, Never ask a newly embellished bride; to discard her soul mate like cakes of snobbishly neglected charcoal, And never ask the lecherously blood sucking devil; to love; taint its immortal essence with the seed of malice proliferating hideously in his heart…

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THE HEART OF BETRAYAL The sting of the mosquito; renders just an inconspicuous spurt of pain on naked flesh, Whereas the sting of greed; profoundly decimates blissful civilizations into horrendous bits of pulverized ash…. The growl of the panther; transiently paralyzes boisterous traces of palpable life, Whereas the growl of violence; metamorphoses brilliantly blazing light of the day into a cloud of perpetual darkness… The sword of piquant iron; renders you ethereally unconscious with its flurry of inevitable wounds, Whereas the sword of lies; buries you infinite feet beneath your grave; massacring your conscience into sleazy pulp towards the fathomless sky…. The blanket of thorns; foments you to squeal a trifle everytime you tried to tread upon your spellbinding feet, Whereas the blanket of slavery; makes you a criminal for centuries unprecedented in the court of celestial existence… The whirlpool of sand; obscured your vision for infinitesimal instants; ephemerally sequestering you from the reality of life, Whereas the whirlpool of manipulation; irrevocably cursed each organism alive with the most tyrannical of deaths.…. The bars of the prison; made irascible inroads into normally unveiling lifestyles, Whereas the bars of pompousness; made irrefutably sure you kept hovering between heaven and hell even before veritable death… The tunnel of darkness; temporarily dislocated you; propelling you to stumble towards the ground as you frantically tried to gauge your gloomy surroundings, Whereas the tunnel of crime stretched beyond realms of infinite infinity; with the only end being your hedonistically distorted corpse…. The clouds of thunder clashed viciously in the sky; dumbfounding you for fraction seconds of time, Whereas the clouds of discrimination; invincibly 877

ensured that there would not be the tiniest trace of light; even in the most Omnipotent of sunshine…. And the heart of stress; fluttered nervously every now and again; but still survived on potent panaceas of holistic medicine, But the heart of betrayal; remained perpetually frozen for infinite births of it to unveil; even though it harbored the most tumultuous of beats…

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LIFE BLOSSOMS INTO VITALITY Petals blossoms into flowers, Clouds blossom into rain, Seeds blossoms into trees, Minutes blossom into hours, Bricks blossom into dwellings, Anger blossoms into destruction, Exuberance blossoms into newness, Nervousness blossoms into exhaustion, Teamwork blossoms into unity, Perseverance blossoms into success, Beauty blossoms into enchantment, Intrigue blossoms into enigma, Trends blossom into innovations, Eggs blossom into fledglings, Rose blossoms into scent, Sun blossoms into optimism, Stars blossom into radiation, Soil blossoms into vegetation, Art blossoms into exoticism, Ice blossoms into waterfalls, Fire blossoms into compassion, Imagination blossoms into concepts, Wine blossoms into sedation, War blossoms into hatred, Pearls blossom into resplendence, Dreams blossom into floatation, Fashion blossoms into style, Roots blossom into stem, Salt blossoms into tanginess, Strength blossoms into fortitude, Resilience blossoms into conviction, Surrender blossoms into despair, Truth blossoms into harmony, Relationships blossom into empathy, Violence blossoms into prejudice, Discrimination blossoms into bloodshed, Scalp blossoms into hair, Love blossoms into passion, Peace blossoms into solidarity, Rainbow blossoms into vivacity, Endeavor blossoms into sweetness, Tunes blossom into songs, 879

Mind blossoms into ingenuity, Wilderness blossoms into mysticism, Flames blossom into ardor, Corpses blossom into ghosts, Retreat blossoms into sadness, Bondage blossoms into rebel, Faith blossoms into worship, Infidelity blossoms into nemesis, Idiosyncrasy blossoms into nothingness, Spiders blossom into webs, Benevolence blossoms into humanity, Independence blossoms into character, Renunciation blossoms into divine, Introspection blossoms into discovering, Emotions blossom into yearning, Death blossoms into extinction, And life blossoms into vitality…..

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I CAN’T BELIEVE I can’t believe that there were eyes more beautiful than yours in this entire Universe; the poignant empathy they bestowed on every soul they glimpsed, And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today… I can’t believe that there were hair more ravishing than yours in this entire Universe; the voluptuously satin caress they radiated; as they vivaciously swished, And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today… I can’t believe that there were lips more enchanting than yours in this entire Universe; the amicable smile that incarcerated the most remotest of alien in their compassionate swirl, And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today… I can’t believe that there were palms more mystical than yours in this entire Universe; the labyrinth of irrefutably determined lines that entirely enveloped your flawless skin, And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today… I can’t believe that there were footprints more perpetual than yours in this entire Universe; the embodiments of priceless solidarity they left on every path they resolutely tread, And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today… I can’t believe that there were expressions more effusive than yours in this entire Universe; the boisterous ardor they embedded in one and all; imparting life at the very tenterhooks of extinction, And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today… 881

I can’t believe that there were breaths more passionate than yours in this entire Universe; the immortal virtue with which they metamorphosed lifeless souls beneath the corpse to blissfully alive, And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today… I can’t believe that there were beats more romantic than yours in this entire Universe; the unrelenting tenacity with which your heart palpitated; solely for the person it loved, And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today… And I can’t believe that there was a life more fulfilling than yours in this entire Universe; devoting each of its unfurling seconds to the philanthropically uninhibited service of dwindling mankind, And if there was indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today…

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A LIFETIME A lifetime of sharing; unveiling the most intricate secrets; overtopping the barriers of the disdainfully acrid society, A lifetime of poignant emotions; with the inner most recesses of the heart effusively portraying their ultimate even in the heart of chilly night, A lifetime of caring; compounded with the uninhibited spirit of selfless sacrifice, A lifetime of frolicking in the aisles of untamed desire; with the winds of doom miserably dwindling to curb the flame of perpetual romance, A lifetime of belief; with the devil of sinister misconception vanishing completely into wisps of obsolete oblivion, A lifetime of overwhelmingly exuberant adventure; marching intrepidly; with invincible solidarity to achieve our goals, A lifetime of mesmerizing fantasy; perennially wound in each others arms in a mystical entrenchment of our own, A lifetime of respecting our revered ancestors; worshipping the path of impeccably righteous ideals which they so diligently persevered till the time they died, A lifetime of empathy for our fellow compatriots; transgressing shoulder to shoulder with in their moments of ecstasy and inexplicable sorrow, A lifetime of staring profoundly into our eyes; no matter what evil tried to infiltrate into the carpets of this blissful world, A lifetime of philandering like newly discovered lovers; tickling each other till tears of incomprehensible freedom trickled down our eyes, A lifetime of procreating our own progeny; proudly carrying forward God’s most marvelous chapter of existence, A lifetime of accepting each other; of what we were; and of what we unfortunately couldn’t be, A lifetime of holding hands with each other; confronting the mightiest of obstacle that came our way; with the wave of our immortal love, A lifetime of understanding each other; discovering the most minuscule of our likes and dislikes to the boundaries beyond sagacious comprehension, A lifetime of vows and resolutions; to serve each 883

other till the time we relinquish our breath; match each other step for step, A lifetime of perseverance; an unrelentingly enduring struggle that saw us eventually clamber up the summit of glittering success, A lifetime of loving each other so insatiably; that the most treacherous of pain metamorphosed into a million smiles, And most importantly; a lifetime of life; and a lifetime of death; is how I wanted to lead my life with you O! beloved; till the time Almighty Lord wanted us to be……

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I WANTED TO ACCEPT I didn’t want to simply smile; I wanted to accept its fascinating glory and fabulous charm; instead, I didn’t want to simply cry; I wanted to magnanimously accept its treacherous sorrow; instead, I didn’t want to simply sleep; I wanted to accept its ravishingly surreal dream till times immemorial; instead, I didn’t want to simply shiver; I wanted to accept its mysteriously uncanny tingling; instead, I didn’t want to simply starve; I wanted to its inevitable descending upon my impoverished caricature; instead, I didn’t want to simply desire; I wanted to accept its stupendously passionate and ardent virtue; instead, I didn’t want to simply get crippled; I wanted to accept its tyrannical blow as a beautiful gift; instead, I didn’t want to simply sweat; I wanted to accept its onerous trickle as the seeds of incessant perseverance; instead, I didn’t want to simply admire; I wanted to accept all the planet as a paradise of mesmerizing beauty; instead, I didn’t want to simply dream; I wanted to accept it as a marvelously enchanting fantasy which blossomed into infinite petals of prosperity every unfurling minute; instead, I didn’t want to simply achieve the unconquerable; I wanted to accept its poignant triumph as an outburst from the celestial heavens; instead, I didn’t want to simply metamorphose the definitions of art; I wanted to accept wholeheartedly its indefatigably changing forms; instead, I didn’t want to simply marry the ultimate love of my life; I wanted to accept its most bountifully perpetual bondage; instead, I didn’t want to simply memorize; I wanted to accept my brain for its insurmountable labyrinth of intriguing dilemmas; instead, I didn’t want to simply respect; I wanted to accept its divinely sacrosanct blessings; instead, I didn’t want to simply gallop; I wanted to accept the incomprehensibly fast pace of life to its fullest; instead, 885

I didn’t want to simply breathe; I wanted to accept its Omnipotent essence with open hands till times upto which the Creator wanted; instead, I didn’t want to simply love; I wanted to accept its most immortal element for countless more lives of mine; instead, I didn’t want to simply create; I wanted to accept everything around me as the most gorgeous organism of God's evolution; instead, And I didn’t want to simply die; I wanted to accept its unavoidable web with the same smile on my face as when I was freshly born; instead….

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GREED AND SELFLESSNESS

Greed indiscriminately penalizes, Selflessness is the ultimate panacea; for uniting all innocuously harmonious; for centuries immemorial and alike…. Greed baselessly tyrannizes, Selflessness is an Omnipotent fabric; which irrefutably transcends you above the resplendent heavens; to be the unequivocal favorite of the divine…. Greed ruthlessly snatches, Selflessness is the only road to everlasting prosperity; coalescing even the most salaciously treacherous with the scent of the bountifully bestowing soil…. Greed manipulatively stagnates, Selflessness is the most priceless core of enthralling existence; enlightening unassailable beams of hope; in all those dwellings miserably impoverished; without optimism and light…. Greed horrendously massacres, Selflessness is an Omnisciently miraculous ointment; which heals the most bizarre wounds of the overwhelming rich and pathetically destitute; alike… Greed uncouthly divests, Selflessness is a enchantingly silken flower; which disseminates the true spirit of mankind; to even the most infinitesimal parts; of this fathomless globe…. Greed lethally poisons, Selflessness is a grandiloquently mesmerizing sky; which relentlessly showers the blessings of the Almighty; upon all philanthropically benign…. Greed pulverizes beyond recognition, Selflessness is a unendingly radiating horizon; which brilliantly sparkles all night and day; with the rainbow of unconquerable righteousness…. Greed maliciously obfuscates all truth, Selflessness is the most Omnipresent harbinger of celestial peace; unstoppably heading towards the paradise of scintillating success…. Greed insidiously cripples, Selflessness is a majestically flapping bird that 887

hoists even the most devastatingly deprived; making one perpetually realize his ultimate mission in destined life…. Greed sadistically abhors, Selflessness is the most candid reflection of every organism’s inner self; the most stupendously supreme richness to be holistically alive…. Greed mockingly whips, Selflessness is an invincible mountain of humanity; which sequesters the infirm and strong; in its compassionately synergistic belly; alike….. Greed has no beginning; no end, Selflessness is the most unbelievably blazing road to the enamoring heavens; the most insatiably fulfilling endowment in vivacious life…. Greed rots under the grave for centuries unprecedented, Selflessness is an eternally bequeathing fruit; which magically ensures that benevolent mercy reigns supreme; till the time there was life on this unsurpassable planet…. Greed is a morbidly decaying stone, Selflessness is the sole pillar of solidarity that’s stands patriotically amidst a world of dilapidated doom; an astronomical strength that makes every entity achieve its most sacrosanct mission in; impoverished existence….. Greed is a viciously ghastly foe, Selflessness is like the innocuous cry of a new born infant; without the tiniest of blemish upon its supremely Godly swirl….. Greed incoherently babbles, Selflessness is a perennially enchanting song of enamoring sagaciousness; which beautifully quells even the most thunderously satanic of squall; with its wave of egalitarian calm…. Greed is the most abominable chunk of garbage in the gutter, Selflessness is a torrential downpour of endless charisma; unequivocally perpetuating a smile on even the most haplessly maimed faces…. Greed hopelessly annihilates, Selflessness is the most royal blanket of incredulously euphoric happiness; disseminating the virtue of unshakable togetherness; every time the earth was magnanimously born…. Greed strangulates you without a chance, Selflessness is emphatically blazing Sunshine; that 888

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dazzles into fireballs of divinely light; even after veritable death…. Greed murders your stride even before you could alight a foot, Selflessness is the most regale conqueror of all prejudiced desires; making you yearn for only the cradle of unsurpassable innocence….. Greed excoriates you into impotent ash, Selflessness is a river of unbreakable unity; a religion which only knows to chivalrously donate the magnificence of spell binding mankind; upon one and all; bountifully alike, Greed surreptitiously slaps, Selflessness is an idol of unbelievable courage; a tenacity that makes you fearlessly overcome; even the most belligerently ominous impediments in pragmatic life….. Greed traumatically imprisons, Selflessness is an evergreen leaf of Godly freedom; an impregnable will to forever follow the path of the Almighty Divine…. Greed savagely pricks you to barbarically bleed, Selflessness is a wave of artistic aristocracy; that marvelously pacifies every iota of your ditheringly frazzled senses; with the poetry of symbiotic Creation…. Greed hands you instantaneously to the devil, Selflessness is a blooming wand that altruistically kisses all your acerbic agonies away; propelling you to be born beautifully; a countless times yet again…. Greed plummets into the valley of worthless nothingness, Selflessness is that heavenly milk of the mother; which ubiquitously feeds every child ruthlessly orphaned; due to diabolical strokes of time…. Greed discordantly wails all the time, Selflessness transcends the most grandiloquently timeless treasures on this earth; to forever blend with redolently gratifying heavens…. Greed digs your grave deep at every step you tread, Selflessness wholesomely absolves you from victimizing earthly bondage; liberating your soul to incessantly float in clouds of mystical love…. Greed knives you deep when you turn your back, Selflessness is an invaluable window of mutually gratifying existence; being the utmost savior of one and all; across this boundless planet….. Greed penalizes you gorily even beyond death, 889

Selflessness is a wind which astoundingly charms; exquisitely embellishing each of your murderously malevolent veins; with the freshness of unparalleled humanity….. Greed acerbically immolates you in waves of meaningless lust, Selflessness is the wheel of indefatigably proliferating evolution; immaculately meditating in the aisles of enamoring contentment….. Greed venomously strips you of even the most minuscule of your resources, Selflessness is a meadow of congenial tranquility; pioneering an unconquerable camaraderie; between man and the ravishing environment…. Greed austerely metamorphoses you into a dreaded animal, Selflessness is an entrenchment of supremely ever-pervading faith; that looms large as the only messiah; even after sky had tumultuously transposed with muddy earth…. Greed horrifically blinds you even in the most flamingly boisterous of Sunlight, Selflessness is a magically resonating rhythm of sheer eloquence; an evening of gorgeously replenishing fulfillment…. Greed gobbles you like an inconspicuous mosquito, Selflessness is a scepter of incomprehensible goodness; always ensuring that you traversed like an undefeated prince; all your life…. Greed diabolically stings you when you think that you’ve conquered the entire world, Selflessness is the sole mantra for humanitarian success not only in this birth; but every time the Creator thought you worthy; of priceless life…. Greed acrimoniously spits on you as though you were nonchalant shit, Selflessness is a true stalwart of handsomely rustic motherland; unendingly defending you from all viciously sordid hurdles of ominous existence…. Greed doesn’t pity you the slightest even in the revered lap of your untainted mother, Selflessness is a tree with countless rejuvenatingly amiable branches; eventually melanging into the tree of immortal humanity…. Greed ludicrously beheads your scalp like a piece of worthless wind, Selflessness is a jewel which scintillates even after the heart of perniciously savage midnight; 890

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illuminating every abode besieged with despicable lechery with beams of fragrant light…. Greed buries you alive without taking even the tiniest permission from your destiny, Selflessness is the sole elixir that instills astonishing reinvigoration in your capriciously muddled veins; irrevocably perpetuates you to spawn fascinating newness; on every lane that you interweaved through…. Greed only transpires you to sign the signature of gruesomely bellicose death, Selflessness is the most enchanting mist of true belonging; ebulliently uniting you with your rudiments of nostalgic birth….. Greed disparagingly distorts you beyond holistic proportions, Selflessness is the most regale sensation that makes you bask in the glory of supremely sensuous timelessness; transforming every anguish of yours into the; fortress of the Creator divine…. Greed admonishingly dictates you worse than a baseless slave, Selflessness is your most humble compatriot in good times and preposterously bad; majestically replenishing every empty space of your penurious survival; with the gifts of wonderfully Creation…. Greed brutally vandalizes even your lackadaisically nonchalant skeleton, Selflessness is the most princely element of Mother Nature; profusely oozing oceans of untamed love; onto every organism who intrepidly adopted it….. Greed straddles disgusting brakes upon your fertile reservoir of imagination, Selflessness is a redolently unfazed scent that envelopes you with unfathomable jubilation from all sides; makes you ecstatically wander through the aisles of incredulously eclectic newness…. Greed uncouthly confiscates your conscience; to hand it over to the blood sucking vampires, Selflessness is a valley of overwhelmingly unimaginable exhilaration; an expedition which portrays to every living being; the true meaning of existence…. Greed coldbloodedly rains parasites on you; even after you were no more than a ghost sulking in the frigid atmosphere, Selflessness is idol of Almighty Lord in his most poignantly towering forms; gloriously blessing all 891

those with an immaculate soul; upon the trajectory of this vast planet…. And greed abominably drills such a hole in your heart; that it was difficult to sagaciously discern you from; lackluster space, While selflessness is the most unassailable chapter of bountifully immortal love; bonding your beats not only with your sacred beloved; but all vibrant beauty on the planet and time….

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LIVE LIFE TRULY KINGSIZE Dream as big as you can; but huddled in a sordidly devastated corner; will get you astoundingly closer forever; to the cowardly doorsteps of penalizing hell, While it is only those who take the blazingly blistering Sun directly on their patriotic eyeballs; who eventually metamorphose every benign fantasy of theirs; into an eternal reality…. Talk as valiant as you can; but shriveled manipulatively beside the despicably dolorous graves; will get you for sure to sulk forever; in the shadow of the preposterously diabolical devil, While it is only those who uninhibitedly shed every iota of their persevering sweat under the sweltering afternoon; who eventually escalate to the ladder of philanthropically glittering success…. Dare as Herculean as you can; but pathetically camouflaged in the maliciously surreptitious belly of the horrifically stagnating dungeons; will find you forever a companionship of the miserably gory skeletons, While it is only those who fearlessly tread on every path of exhilaratingly intrepid existence; unflinchingly embracing even the most invidious of impediment that confronted them in their benevolent way; who eventually succeed in disseminating the spirit of blissful brotherhood; to the most fathomless corners of this Universe…. Run as thunderous as you can; but indefatigably curled from all ends in disgustingly stale sponge; will land you forever in the despondently dwindling corridors of treacherous sleep, While it is only those exuberantly gallop forward with the same gusto in their share of bizarre pain and happiness alike; who eventually and irrefutably transform all crippling disease into celestial paradise…. Sing as melodiously as you can; but incarcerated within walls of savagely asphyxiating depression; propels you inevitably to have breakfast with perpetually deadened stones, While it is only those who harmoniously share the inner most recesses of their unequivocally truthful soul with all sparkling goodness in the atmosphere; 893

who eventually transcend past the dormitories of; the eternally gratifying and resplendent heavens… Pledge as vehemently as you can; but shrinking to an infinitesimally disappearing minnow; in the lap of the incorrigibly closed and retreating fist; will forever ensure that you remain disastrously famished for times immemorial, While it is only those who kiss ghastly death in its face to unrelentingly surge ahead in righteously scintillating life; who eventually become the perennial martyrs of mankind…. Smile as wide as you can; but after the heart of sinister midnight and that too relishing behind the acrimoniously salacious cactus; will forever make you rot in gutters of forlorn loneliness, While it is only those who altruistically relinquish every speck of their own jubilation to enlighten a ray of unconquerable hope in disparagingly despairing lives; who eventually cherish the most impregnable blessings of the Omnipotent divine… Breathe as deep as you can; but buckets of murderously blood stained desperation; will gorily curse upon you forever and countless more births to come; a survival more acrid than cloudbursts of hell, While it is only those who synergistically inhale and exhale the essence of unassailable honesty; who eventually and immortally continue to exist as the priceless leaders of humanity…. And love as unfathomable as you can; but brutally imprisoning your beats in the rat race of stinkingly beleaguered commercialism; will convert you into a lecherous ghost even in the most robustly pristine of your youth, While it is only those who wholeheartedly open and unite their hearts with unconquerable love; who eventually pioneer the grandiloquent religion of togetherness; who eventually are able to LIVE LIFE TRULY KINGSIZE…

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BECAUSE Because it was torrentially raining from fathomless carpets of crimson sky; I was flamboyantly ecstatic; surging forward many a continent; with unprecedented euphoria in my veins, Because the Sun was brilliantly shimmering; I was full and profound with dazzling enlightenment; to optimistically lead each instant of vivaciously blissful life, Because the nightingale was melodiously singing; I felt besieged with whirlwinds of tantalizing enchantment; profusely reinvigorating every iota of my beleaguered countenance; with the celestial cadence in the atmosphere, Because the ocean was ravishingly undulating; I felt philandering on the most exhilarating expedition of my life; handsomely kissing all benign goodness uninhibitedly wandering around; with the fervor of an ebulliently untamed prince, Because the sheep were innocuously chewing grass on the velvety meadows; I felt as if immaculately bouncing through the turnstiles of supreme innocence; harmoniously assimilating all philanthropic graciousness prevalent on this bountiful planet, Because the kite was soaring majestically through the silken clouds; I felt unequivocally bereft of even the most infinitesimal of tensions in murderously manipulative life; euphorically galloping forward to embrace the winds of astounding mysticism, Because perennial rivers of holistic honey dribbled delectably from the hive; I felt like an unassailably priceless prince; romantically enshrouding every cranny of my devastated persona; with fireballs of compassionate yearning, Because the wind swept the panoramic landscape in tumultuous torrents; I felt unfathomably rhapsodic; boisterously leaping like a new born child; nostalgically reminiscing the most gloriously scintillating moments of my impoverished life, Because streaks of poignant lightening vividly bludgeoned the misty sky; I felt unsurpassable waves of dynamic patriotism prolifically enshroud my demeanor from all sides; propelling me to relinquish every breath of mine; for the sake of my sacrosanct motherland, 895

Because the squirrels were fervently bustling through the gregarious kaleidoscope of vibrantly rustling trees; I felt as if existence was endless; chalking my very own path to survive; on every step that I tread, Because the lions were thunderously roaring; I felt valiantly encapsulated by a wind of unflinching charisma; indefatigably blazing my way forward; on the path of eternal righteousness, Because the dewdrops were romantically glimmering in the ethereal morning light; I felt like an illuminating beam of fortitude; magnanimously infiltrating into every dwelling entrenched with horrendously inexplicable despair, Because unconquerably voluptuous scent wafted from the garden of stupendously blossoming roses; I felt as if even the most inconspicuous of misery had wholesomely vanquished from my life; freshly embarking on a trail of gorgeously spell binding newness, Because the Moon flirted resplendently in the firmament of aristocratic sky; I felt profusely drowned in an enigmatic reservoir of milky fantasy; enthralling every pore of my dead flesh; with the incomprehensible titillation of the starry night, Because the lids mischievously winked with the beautifully setting Sun; I felt overwhelmingly seduced by nubile maidens whistling in rapturous delight; bequeathing a countless more lives of mine; at their mysteriously pristine feet, Because my newly born child wailed in immaculately godly unison; I felt as if the most grandiloquently richest organism alive; marvelously condoning even the most vociferously pertinent of my enemies; yet alive, Because the shadows inscrutably lengthened with the rampantly fading light; I felt indefatigably stumbling upon a path of innovatively ingenious intrigue; fabulously whispering the innermost desires of my soul; to the radiantly silent leaves, Because my mother incessantly kept me close to her divinely bosom; I felt the most invincibly blessed man on this gigantic planet; taking birth for times immemorial; only in the impregnable walls of her heavenly womb, And because the thunderbolts of immortal love perpetually perpetuated into the corridors of my passionately palpitating heart; I felt as if synergistically breathing till beyond the realms of wonderful eternity; felt as if death could not even make the slightest dent on me; and forever alive…. 896

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LONG LIVE GODLY LIFE Every innocuous step that you have marvelously bequeathed upon my dwindling stride; was unsurpassably more than infinite gardens of spuriously scintillating and penalizing currency, Every instant of jubilation that you have royally bequeathed upon my miserably fading visage; was overwhelmingly more than infinite treasuries of bombastically malevolent and devastating currency , Every tantalizing dream that you have ingratiatingly bequeathed upon my nonchalantly wandering mind; was irrefutably more than infinite cloudbursts of viciously hurtling and truculent currency, Every poignant blush that you have celestially bequeathed upon my pathetically abraded cheeks; was unfathomably more than infinite entrenchments of abominably prejudiced and worthless currency, Every stream of crimson blood that you have gorgeously bequeathed upon my disastrously fatigued veins; was incomprehensibly more than infinite skies of ominously cacophonic and gory currency, Every unflinchingly tenacity that you have unassailably bequeathed upon my shriveled muscles; was astronomically more than infinite oceans of capriciously obsolete and doomsday currency, Every inscrutably enigmatic destiny line that you have fabulously bequeathed upon my erringly minuscule palms; was intransigently more than infinite tunnels of abhorrently stinking and imprisoning currency, Every ingredient of robustly sparkling health that you have gloriously bequeathed upon my debilitating body; was ubiquitously more than infinite whirlpools of insipidly dithering and horrific currency, Every benevolently philanthropic goodness that you have sacredly bequeathed upon my beleaguered soul; was unconquerably more than infinite mountains of ominously differentiating and victimizing currency, Every impeccable artistry that you have spell bindingly bequeathed upon my diminutive aura; was unbelievably more than infinite cisterns of lividly acrimonious and insidious currency, Every integrally gratifying talent that you have blissfully bequeathed upon my penurious countenance; 897

was grandiloquently more than infinite farms of uncouthly massacring and raunchy currency, Every wave of untamed euphoria that you have heavenly bequeathed upon my ludicrously orphaned senses; was gigantically more than infinite lands of brutally tyrannizing and decimating currency, Every seductively enthralling shadow that you have fantastically bequeathed upon my capriciously fluttering demeanor; was unbelievably more than infinite caverns of traumatically lambasting and salacious currency, Every spurt of poignant enthusiasm that you have wonderfully bequeathed upon my irascibly estranged persona; was unshakably more than infinite hurricanes of diabolically pulverizing and crippling currency, Every enamoring melody that you have uninhibitedly bequeathed upon my indigently dying throat; was invincibly more than infinite wells of horrendously stagnating and adulterated currency, Every globule of astoundingly golden sweat that you have aristocratically bequeathed upon my lackadaisically indolent shoulders; was colossally more than infinite dungeons of treacherously rotting and invidiously dilapidated currency, Every iota of eternal truth that you have Omnisciently bequeathed upon my deleteriously hollow conscience; was undoubtedly more than infinite warfields of belligerently ghoulish and assassinating currency, Every puff of stupendously harmonious breath that you have divinely bequeathed upon my languidly tiny nostrils; was irretrievably more than infinite hell’s of murderously morbid and insane currency, Every beat of impregnable love that you have Omnipotently bequeathed upon my frantically searching heart; was unprecedentedly more than infinite corpses of remorsefully forlorn and vindictive currency, And even if I took birth for a countless more lifetimes O! Almighty Lord and unequivocally liberated all my wealth; I would still be an infinite births too short to repay you back for all sacrosanct goodness; that you have so magnanimously showered upon me, In the end; I humbly abnegate praying; long live humanity; long live innocence; and most importantly; LONG LIVE LOVE; and LONG LIVE GODLY LIFE…..

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A CARPET OF LIFE

I wore a brilliantly orange cloak of vibrant oranges; when I felt I was ardently surging forward; towards the fireballs of untamed exuberance, I wore a sedately tranquil apron of celestial dewdrops; when I felt a wave of overwhelming contentment wholesomely enshrouding; every iota of my profusely fatigued countenance, I wore a seductive cistern of rustling tree leaves; when I felt the bountifully enchanting winds of the astoundingly tantalizing night; tickle me like a new born child, I wore a mystically fragrant garland of robust roses; when I felt every step of my impoverished existence; unfurling into an unfathomably priceless ocean of virile dreams, I wore a thunderously poignant tiger skin; when I felt the insatiable inferno of surreptitious carnal desire; transcend its ebullient spell over each of my; devastatingly beleaguered senses, I wore a titillating cloud of enamoring velvet; when I felt the skies of profoundly enigmatic mysticism; unrelentingly bequeathing upon me; the spell binding rain drops of perennial yearning, I wore a statue of profusely intrepid earth; when I felt the unflinchingly impregnable mountain of blazing patriotism; scintillating unleash from every pore of my nimble visage, I wore a piquant shawl of tumultuously fiery chili; when I felt irascibly provoked by the uncouthly savage and acrimoniously conventional society; when the spirit of retribution was all that diffused from my diminutive soul, I wore a gorgeous sheet of emphatically whistling bells; when I felt jubilantly philandering through the aisles of fascinating romance; euphorically hoodwinking the majestic Sun; before it kissed the horizons goodbye, I wore a sparkling scarf of innocuously radiating pearls; when I felt as if the entire grandiloquence on this Universe; had divinely blended with each droplet of my effusively scarlet blood, I wore a dilapidated curtain of threadbare cotton; when I felt invidiously stabbed for centuries immemorial; by dolorously depressing coffins of; 899

bizarre loneliness, I wore a incredulously slim handkerchief of moisture; when I felt the blistering heat of the treacherously sweltering Sun; disdainfully scorch my demeanor to; gruesomely livid ash, I wore a compassionately warm mattress of sheepskin; when I felt particles of forlorn remorsefulness infiltrate deep down into my soul; when the avalanches of freezing winter unsparingly endeavored their best; to asphyxiate the last breath out of my lungs, I wore boundless helmets of formidable solidarity; when the sky surrounding me rained down globules of penalizing hell; ruthlessly lambasting my body with whirlwinds of maliciously disparaging discontent, I wore colossal jackets of ravishing watermelon skin; when I felt my mind was going insanely berserk; when I felt that I needed to melodiously placate that extra iota of my; vindictive steam, I wore a robotic map of pragmatic commercialism; when I felt that I was drifting a trifle too much; towards the world of surreally meaningless and lackadaisical nothingness, I wore an irrefutably unassailable fortress of truth; when I felt that I was blissfully transiting into impeccable childhood; seeking the most mesmerizing of solace in life; in the feet of my divinely mother, I wore a stupendously grandiloquent entrenchment of breath; when I felt that I was deliberating dwindling towards my morbidly insidious corpse; when I felt as if I had abnegated all charm to exist, And I wore an immortal carpet of unconquerable life; when I felt I was falling in sacred love; perpetually entwining every element of my persona with my heavenly beloved; forever and ever and ever…

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MAN- THE MAKER OF HIS OWN DESTINY It was perhaps natural if the deserts blamed the flaming Sun for acrimoniously blistering into tumultuous heat; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just relentlessly whirling into a pool of disdainful dust and mirage; all night and brilliant day, It was perhaps natural if the trees blamed the vengeful hurricanes for devastating their blissful entity into an inconspicuously bedraggled heap; as they were perpetually unable to anything; other than just incessantly embedding their roots deeper and deeper into stony cocoons of lackluster soil, It was perhaps natural if the crops blamed the torrential floods for wholesomely disorienting them into pools of frigidly soiled banana skins; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just obediently sway in the direction of the nimble winds, It was perhaps natural if the frogs blamed the despondent well for perniciously incarcerating them into dungeons of despair; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just loquaciously leaping within the interiors; for countless more births yet to unveil, It was perhaps natural if the oceans blamed the fleet of ominously advancing ships for profusely adulterating their ravishingly tantalizing waters; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just tirelessly undulating into a fountain of rhapsodically tangy froth, It was perhaps natural if the roses blamed the abominable gutters for insidiously tarnishing its mystical island of ebullient scent; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just blossom into eternal fragrance with the unfurling of ethereal dawn, It was perhaps natural if the grass blamed the treacherously trampling juggernaut of trucks for squashing them indiscriminately into graveyards of horrendous death; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just fluttering in unbelievably aristocratic unison; to the commands of the seductively enthralling breeze, It was perhaps natural if the mountains blamed the 901

brutally freezing snow for making them ludicrously shiver even in the heart of the flamboyantly boisterous day; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just gigantically tower into the handsome gorge of clouds; for boundless more births yet to unveil, It was perhaps natural if the dungeons blamed the ominous blackness for barbarically asphyxiating them in galleries of unsurpassable doom; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just being timelessly submerged infinite kilometers; beneath the surface of jubilant earth, It was perhaps natural if the nightingale blamed the ferocious lion for satanically massacring the celestial melody in its fascinating sound; as it was perpetually unable to do anything; other than just beautiful unveil the mesmerizing chords of its throat; to incomprehensible ecstasy, It was perhaps natural if the photograph blamed euphoric vivaciousness for continuously teasing it to beyond the threshold limits of endurance; as it was perpetually unable to do anything; other than just stare in patient innocuousness; infinite hours on the trot, It was perhaps natural if the spider blamed the wildly whirling winds for decimating its web into a pulverized junkyard; as it was perpetually unable to do anything; other than just frantically run and suspend itself nervously from the silken strands, It was perhaps natural if the honey blamed the lethally venomous snake for salaciously marauding its township of ebullient sweetness; as it was perpetually unable to do anything; other than just ooze into a enchantingly spell binding harmony; every unveiling instant of the day, It was perhaps natural if the rainbows blamed the viciously clandestine clouds for snobbishly obfuscating their vibrantly resplendent sparkle; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just vividly sprout up and stringently adhere to the sky; in times of both Sunshine and bountiful rain, It was perhaps natural if milk blamed stagnatingly dilapidated water for rendering its immaculately salubrious persona into a worthless pool of insipid nothingness; as it was perpetually unable to anything; other than just cascade in synergistic harmony from the sacred teats of Mother cow, It was perhaps natural if the parrots blamed cages for 902

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surreptitiously imprisoning their compassionately uninhibited freedom; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just cheekily chirp in innocently holistic tandem, It was perhaps natural if the ants blamed the savagely marching elephants for squelching them to countless kilometers beneath their veritably stinking graves; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just harmlessly squirm in collective troops and symbiotically upon cold soil, It was perhaps natural if the fruits blamed the capricious branches of the tree for hurling them uncouthly towards the apathetic ground at the slightest draught of breeze; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just robustly augmenting in shape and size; as time merrily elapsed by, But it was unfathomably preposterous if MAN blamed the Almighty Creator for his unrelenting string of ridiculous failures; for although the Omnipotent Lord had majestically spawned him with passionately crimson blood and bone; he was himself and irrefutably the maker of his own destiny….

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TOMORROW NEVER COMES I will blossom into an island of sparkling newness; diffusing a river of profusely humanitarian empathy, But only at the crack of marvelously voluptuous dawn; tomorrow…. I will ubiquitously waft a wave of irrefutable righteousness; annihilating every trace of salacious lechery entrapped within my persona, But only at the first rays of ethereal Sunrise and beauty; tomorrow…. I will diligently assimilate all principles of holistically sagacious life; spawn into an eternal flower of uninhibited mankind, But only at the primordial unfurling of brilliantly royal morning and cheer; tomorrow…. I will flamboyantly march towards the most bedazzling targets of tranquility; incinerating the candle of humanity in every household besieged with miserably asphyxiating darkness, But only at the unraveling of timeless sunshine and rhapsody; tomorrow…. I will exuberantly race towards the ravishingly tantalizing finishing line; wholeheartedly embracing every cloud of philanthropically glittering success, But only at the unveiling of silken light and heavenly boisterousness; tomorrow…. I will enthusiastically adore every benevolently animate and inanimate entity; with profound empathy in my impeccable soul, But only at the whispering of scintillating morning and exhilaration; tomorrow…… I will compassionately blaze into a perennial fireball of titillating seduction; magnificently enamoring all nubile maidens of my dreams, But only at the fulminating of crusading brightness and patriotism; tomorrow…. I will dance with unprecedented euphoria under the blanket of resplendent stars; unequivocally surging forward with my comrades in the voice of unflinching existence, But only at the commencement of bountifully mystical light and ecstasy; tomorrow…. 904

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I will rhetorically encapsulate all fathomless artistry lingering in the spell binding atmosphere; on the vivacious kaleidoscope of my barren canvas, But only at the evolution of vibrant illumination and enchantment; tomorrow….. I will celestially uplift all those bereaved and gruesomely orphaned children; towards the corridors of gloriously unsurpassable happiness, But only at the approaching of immaculately white light and poignant newness; tomorrow….. I will wholesomely emancipate from even the most infinitesimal of evil; shrugging every iota of ludicrously pathetic delinquency from my countenance, But only at the shimmering of optimistic light and romantic fragrance; tomorrow….. I will ebulliently party with all my mates in inscrutably traumatizing pain and withering; blissfully maneuvering them towards the footsteps of Omniscient prosperity, But only at the very first chirp of the melodious cuckoo and dynamism; tomorrow….. I will flirtatiously wink behind the gorgeously Sun soaked gorges; innocuously reminiscing my most revered moments as a child in the sacrosanct lap of my mother; But only at the rising of Orange light in the cosmos and torrentially endless life; tomorrow…. I will profusely write countless lines of aristocratically Oligarchic literature; entrenching every bit of fabulously serene beauty of this gigantic Universe, But only at the unfolding of enthralling scintillation and incredulous transpiration; tomorrow, I will amicably sequester one and all under my spotless roof; wipe the tears of all those disastrously maimed and sprouting with spurious richness alike, But only at the radiating of miraculously Omnipotent morning and dewdrops; tomorrow….. I will condone all those who I might previously penalized for inadvertent fallacies of theirs; commence my humble expedition to metamorphose this planet into a perpetual paradise, But only at the holy shimmering of dazzling light and golden honey; tomorrow….. I will indefatigably pray with all my heart; soul and conscience; for God to bless all those mothers having unfortunately lost their children at war, But only at the nascent unfurling of vividly 905

astounding brightness and melodious tranquility; tomorrow…. I will unrelentingly dedicate each beat of my passionately palpitating heart; every instant of my beleaguered life to the service of unassailably wonderful and godly mankind, But only at the ripening of Omnipresently healing Sunrise and limitless enthrallment; tomorrow….

And so poor man; he loitered and worthlessly killed a countless today’s waiting for a tomorrow that never came; and would never ever come; as it profoundly abhorred people who wasted their majestically sparkling present; dreaming of an unfathomably uncertain future; which only God had the right to preside and decide...

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ITS ENTIRELY UPTO YOU God has given you a perfect pair of arms; passionately circulating with a fountain of poignantly crimson blood; dexterously maneuvering in umpteenth directions; dissipating tons of exuberant energy, Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to ruthlessly massacre civilizations; or whether you bequeath an irrefutably immortal cloud of love; with the compassion entrapped within their holistic fists…. God has given you a perfect pair of eyes; blissfully sighting fathomless kilometers of ravishing beauty on the trot; assimilating all mesmerizing beauty of the atmosphere in an infinitesimally single wink, Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to salaciously discern solely the diabolical hovering since centuries immemorial; or whether you uninhibitedly cast a spell of their marvelously philanthropic softness; to even the tiniest cranny of this colossal Universe….. God has given you a perfect pair of fingers; articulately flexing to the most unprecedented degrees; miraculously hoisting for you all those ingredients that you desired; to execute the remainder of your lifetime, Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to savagely perpetuate into gruesomely exacerbated wounds; or whether you profoundly engrossed them all night and brilliant day; to sketch the unfathomably unending charisma of this bountiful planet…. God has given you a perfect pair of feet; ebulliently galloping ahead with exhilarated tenacity; to resplendently rejoice in profuse admiration of royally spell binding life, Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to mercilessly pulverize the innocuously innocent; or whether you evolve a scintillating pathway of unassailable righteousness; on every step that you harmoniously tread…. God has given you a perfect pair of lips; voluptuously enticing even the most lackluster cloud in the sky; with the insatiably ardent charisma in their rubicund 907

periphery, Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to parasitically suck blood of all those tyrannically divested; or whether you majestically stretch their circumference to affably harbor all religion; caste; creed; color; in whirlpools of ecstatic happiness; and alike….. God has given you a perfect pair of shoulders; celestially sparkling in the unsurpassably untamed fervor of vibrant life; unflinchingly romancing through even the most acrimoniously ghastliest of times, Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to invidiously carry the ghosts of prejudiced malice towards the land of infinite infinity; or whether you stoop them benevolently to embrace all those insipidly maimed and withering; in perennial winds of mankind…. God has given you a perfect pair of ears; prudently discerning even the most inconspicuous iota of euphoric sound; lingering serenely in the magnanimously princely atmosphere, Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to insidiously absorb the voices of horrendously pathetic crime and treacherously gunning bullets; or whether you beautifully blend them with the synergistically united tunes of existence; for infinite more births yet to unveil….. God has given you a perfect pair of teeth; piquantly slicing through all replenishing fruits of Mother Nature; to most wonderfully placate your ever augmenting gluttony, Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to brutally bite the gloriously coalesced fabric of heavenly survival; or whether you immaculately chatter them in rhythmic tunes; to trigger off a festoon of blossoming smiles; on the faces of orphaned children….

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innocently symbiotic world; or whether you dedicate and bond every breath of yours; with countless of your harmless kind; in the wave of perpetual solidarity and friendship; alike…..

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I WAS NOT UPSET THE SLIGHTEST I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world kicked me brutally on my hindside; for ostensibly not the slightest fault of mine, Infact I harbored insurmountable pride in my eyes; that you profusely loved every element of my impoverished persona; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine… I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world satanically lambasted me with swords of bizarre commercialism; ruthlessly ripping apart my art into a countless pieces of infinitesimal ash, Infact I felt it an irrefutably astronomical honor; that you marvelously enlightened me with your spell binding voice every unfurling minute; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine…. I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world tyrannically spat upon my hideously exacerbated wounds; stabbed my enchanting existence with austere chains of monotonous manipulation and malice, Infact I felt perpetually gratified and stupendously contented; that you cast your spell of Omniscient righteousness upon my devastated conscience; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine…. I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world never could comprehend the sensitive poet in my poignantly crimson veins; heinously snubbed my artistry as threadbare pieces of meaninglessly worthless and insanely languid shit, Infact I felt the most blessed organism existing on this colossal Universe; as you unassailably embossed my impression upon the royal canvas of your soul; 910

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immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine…. I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world used me as a inconsequentially canister for disposing their mountain of spuriously bombastic sweat; ludicrously jeered me to the most unprecedented limits; for the most scintillatingly perfect stride of mine, Infact I perceived myself to be the richest person breathing and exuberantly alive; as you perennially longed to compassionately caress me with your divinely palms; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine…. I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world barbarically annihilated even the most tiniest of my rudiments; penalized me more than the cross of Christ; for adulterating their conventionally stringent fabric; with my whirlpools of blissful fantasy, Infact I encountered bountiful paradise on every step that I alighted; as your celestial fragrance impregnably descended in torrential frenzy down my nape; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine…. I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world chopped me into an infinite pieces of raw chowder; hung my hide upside down to eternally protect their dwellings stuffed with; capricious ostentation, Infact I profoundly relished the most invincibly grandiloquent fruits of creation; as you philanthropically stared and admired every hidden attribute of my demeanor; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine… I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world acridly abused me for solely following the innermost voices of my heart; thrashed me like an orphaned bundle of frigidly insipid dust to the walls of horrendously diabolical oblivion, Infact I felt like the most formidably ecstatic force on this Universe; as you wholesomely engulfed me in your unconquerably celestial shadow; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for 911

whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine …. And I was really not upset the slightest about the fact that; the entire world exhaled each of their breaths more vociferously; just in order that I perpetually vanish into fragile wisps of baseless extinction; and treacherously die, Infact I felt myself gloriously proliferating into a blissful planet of astounding newness every instant; as you bonded each passionate beat of your heart forever with mine; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine…

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ONLY TO PROVE If you smile only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of smile; then you never smile wholeheartedly; pathetically curbing the compassionately fabulous sparkle; that naturally sprouted on your poignant face, If you dance only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of dance; then you never dance wholeheartedly; stringently adhering to an intractably dogged repertoire of beats and rhythms; brutally asphyxiating the gloriously free energy radiating uninhibitedly through each pore of your ecstatic body, If you fight only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of fight; then you never fight wholeheartedly; stumbling like a pack of frigidly soggy cards in front of the salaciously enemy camp; as you had ludicrously sold all your inherent patriotism; to the textbooks of bizarrely insipid rigidity, If you sing only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of singing; then you never sing wholeheartedly; indefatigably humming only a fixed set of cadence and music; barbarically incarcerating the stupendously melodious melody in your blissfully boundless throat, If you wink only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of wink; then you never wink wholeheartedly; trying too hard to get that meticulously monotonous perfect closure of an eye; savagely annihilating the untamed spirit of rhapsodic flirtation in your; mystically spell binding countenance, If you dress only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of dressing; then you never dress wholeheartedly; always making a mockery of your entire persona; disdainfully suppressing the gorgeously artistic temperament embracing each cranny of your sensuously drifting skin, If you pray only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of prayer; then you never pray 913

wholeheartedly; profusely enshrouded by an inexplicable dilemma as to worship which entity on this fathomless planet; whereas the Creator resided bountifully in every goodness of your philanthropically benign soul, If you learn only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of learning; then you never learn wholeheartedly; relentlessly trying to imbibe only what was there in authentically printed textbooks; not listening to the fathomless sounds of Mother Nature; which by themselves evolved into a whole new chapter of euphoric existence, If you sleep only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of sleep; then you never sleep wholeheartedly; intransigently trying to rehearse the right combination of movement and gruesomely pitch darkness for times immemorial; while all that your dreary senses wanted was motionless and eternal rest, If you donate only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of donate; then you never donate wholeheartedly; capriciously whiling away your time in capriciously discerning the varied denominations of your wealth; whereas true humanity glistened profoundly in your marvelously egalitarian heart, If you dream only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of dream; then you never dream wholeheartedly; measuredly fantasizing in a stubborn set of directions; whereas the incomprehensibly unending beauty of the immortal planet lingered around you; to be celestially assimilated, If you yawn only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of yawn; then you never yawn wholeheartedly; fanatically concentrating upon the degree curvature upto which your mouth opened; disastrously massacring the moment to savor your surreal laziness, If you teach only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of teaching; then you never teach wholeheartedly; perennially succumbing to the heinous onslaught of the overwhelmingly bored students; as you inexorably chanted the same guidebook; for centuries unprecedented, If you eat only to spuriously prove the dictionary 914

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definition of eating; then you never eat wholeheartedly; lunatically ensuring that not the slightest morsel of food got insidiously entrapped between your teeth; whereas your tongue uncontrollably slavered to relish the magical flavor of an unrestricted existence…. If you drive only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of driving; then you never drive wholeheartedly; ridiculously contemplating the explicitly precise distance between the tyre tread and hill; abominably shunning the wonderfully panoramic sceneries of the scintillating gorges ahead, If you persevere only to spuriously prove the dictionary meaning of persevere; then you never persevere wholeheartedly; incessantly busy in producing countless droplets of painstaking sweat on your shriveled demeanor; whereas true perseverance lay in unflinchingly following the innermost voices of your soul; metamorphosing all your benevolent dreams into an immortal reality, If you enjoy only to spuriously prove the dictionary meaning of enjoy; then you never enjoy wholeheartedly; always putting baseless hurdles to your gratifying fulfillment; not drowning yourself completely into the river of everlasting ecstasy, If you admire only to spuriously prove the dictionary meaning of admire; then you never admire wholeheartedly; being irrevocably content on sighting the very first beautiful object that confronted you in your way; whereas as the planet was an astounding kaleidoscope of unbelievably unending color and ravishing charm, If you breathe only to spuriously prove the dictionary meaning of breathing; then you never breathe wholeheartedly; insanely calculating the tons of air that entered your princely nostrils every minute; whereas the entire atmosphere was willing to become your exuberantly vivacious breath, And if you live only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of living; then you never live wholeheartedly; murderously refraining your heart to beat a shade too fast or slow due to the fear of cardiac attacks; whereas the flames of passionately 915

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THIS VERY MOMENT, TODAY Yesterday was a thing of the acrimoniously disheartening past; melting insipidly into wisps of nonchalantly obsolete oblivion, C’mon let’s march unflinchingly forward with untamed fervor; blaze like the Sun of righteous ebullience; this very moment; today….. Yesterday was a thing of the remorsefully sordid past; treacherously dissolving into horizons of meaningless nothingness, C’mon let’s embrace the winds of unequivocally philanthropic humanity; coalesce all mankind irrespective of color; creed and religion; in threads of unending compassion; this very moment; today…. Yesterday was a thing of the morbidly disillusioning past; being ruthlessly annihilating by swords of indiscriminately ghastly prejudice, C’mon let’s bloom into a fountain of resplendently twinkling newness; ubiquitously wafting the scent of eternal mankind on every path that we tread; this very moment; today…. Yesterday was a thing of the devastatingly gruesome past; penalizing you to the most unprecedented of limits; for ostensibly no fault of yours, C’mon let’s magnanimously sparkle into the flower of blissful togetherness; dedicate a countless lifetimes to the service of despicably impoverished mankind; this very moment; today…. Yesterday was a thing of the dolorously tyrannical past; eventually vanquishing into the graves of desolation; like an infinitesimally wounded mosquito, C’mon let’s miraculously bequeath a civilization of celestial contentment; upon all those shivering in murderously savage malice; this very moment; today…. Yesterday was a thing of the salaciously turgid past; pathetically dissipating into a lackadaisical mirage of non-existent worthlessness, C’mon let’s dance ecstatically under the Omnisciently pearly moonlight; to harmoniously deluge all hearts bereaved and desolately disgruntled; with royal jewels of stupendous enthrallment; this very moment; today….. Yesterday was a thing of the acridly abominable past; lugubriously juxtaposing with the penuriously pertinent dungeon of indolent insects, C’mon let’s unitedly swirl into an inferno of 917

insatiable desire; inevitably allure fathomless orphaned in the magnetism of our unparalleled charisma; this very moment; today….. Yesterday was a thing of the wretchedly sinister past; ultimately being ruthlessly kicked like a howling devil; by every element of the spell binding atmosphere, C’mon let’s profusely blend ourselves with indispensable elements of amiable mankind; metamorphose all dithering stagnation and agony into a land more bountiful than fabulous paradise; this very moment; today…. And Yesterday was a thing of the brutally shattered past; lecherously destroyed into capricious shells of rotting dilapidation; as the minutes unfurled by, C’mon let’s intrepidly gallop forward with the full fervor of vivaciously fertile life; procreate countless more of our kind to continue God’s most sacred chapter of existence; evolve an immortal township of love; love and only unassailable love with our very own poignant blood; this very moment; today….

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LIFE IN THE HEART OF Life in deserts was sandy, Life in caves was lonely, Life in ocean was salty, Life in stars was resplendent, Life in car was modern, Life in mountains was exhilarating, Life in Sun was brilliant, Life in forests was mystical, Life in shadows was enigmatic, Life in battlefield was belligerent, Life in pearls was exotic, Life in office was monotonous, Life in sky was breezy, Life in submarine was voluptuous, Life in trees was mischievous, Life in roses was fragrant, Life in grass was intoxicating, Life in webs was silken, Life in paradise was divine, Life in temples was sacrosanct, Life in gutter was abhorrent, Life in dirt was deplorable, Life in rain was seductive, Life in beehives was vivacious, Life in wine was sensuous, Life in computers was brazen, Life in nests was sequestering, Life in statues was stationary, Life in icebergs was freezing, Life in anthills was irascible, Life in lakes was placid, Life in locks was invincible, Life in photographs was still, Life in gardens was pleasant, Life in mousetrap was asphyxiating, Life in fists was curled, Life in prison was disdainful, Life in whirlpool was spinning, Life in theater was dramatic, Life in art was enchanting, Life in boats was undulating, Life in diamonds was glittering, Life in moon was milky, 919

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Life in swings was fascinating, Life in lechery was insane, Life in rhythm was celestial, Life in pulse was frantic, Life in lies was cowardice, Life in superstitions was non-existent, Life in revenge was pugnacious, But life in the heart of your beloved; WAS; IS; AND WILL ALWAYS BE LOVE; LOVE AND ONLY LOVE…

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HAPPINESS Happiness is in sighting the stars that twinkle exuberantly in the sky; profoundly illuminating the treachery of the murderously satanic night, Happiness is in gallivanting freely through the meandering hills; letting the breeze from the scarlet horizons; tickle you profusely till the ultimate spine down your nape, Happiness is in benevolently donating; witnessing an invincible smile light up; on impoverished faces submerged in a cloud of derogatory sadness, Happiness is in bouncing ebulliently on the lap of your sacrosanct mother; completely surrendering your immaculate identity in her magnanimously divine swirl, Happiness is in inundating barren mountains of canvas with resplendent color; assimilating the mesmerizing beauty of the planet; in astoundingly vivacious shapes and forms, Happiness is in inhaling the fragrance of soil and ravishing rose; being enthralled till times beyond eternity; as you rolled full throttle on the seductive carpets of lush green grass, Happiness is in whistling melodiously across the gorgeously fathomless gorge; let the mystical volley of exotic echoes encompass your boisterous visage from all ends, Happiness is in floating uninhibitedly in the placid lakes; let the animated festoon of incredible dolphins; leap ecstatically by your side, Happiness is in dancing vibrantly with the impeccable fairies; profoundly relish the marvelously pearly rays of shimmering moon; on each cranny of your drearily devastated skin, Happiness is in fighting unrelentingly for the ultimate essence of truth; disseminating its Godly virtue to the most farthest and remotest corner of this gigantic earth, Happiness is in discovering an insurmountable battalion of newness every unfurling second of the day; bemusing the gloomy cells of your mind with unprecedented intrigue, Happiness is in harboring all whom you encountered in their times of despairing distress; embracing them equally with the candle of humanity; flaming profusely 922

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in your soul, Happiness is in harnessing the fruits of nature to the most optimum limits; watching them perpetually blossom as you traversed through the corridors of tantalizing paradise, Happiness is in evolving new trends with your own blood; coining a sea of benign philosophies; which benefit the most infinitesimal of living kind, Happiness is in dedicating your life to the service of the deprived; persevering as the most richest man on this Universe; while your fellow comrades existed under the stupendously magnificent glory of royal Sunshine, Happiness is in commencing each day as a fresh chapter of life; intrepidly transcending over the miseries of the dolorous past; filtering blissful pouches of space to survive, Happiness is in breathing for your cherished mission till times immemorial; following the innermost voices of your passionately throbbing heart; even as the uncouth world outside lambasted you insidiously from all sides, Happiness is in leading life higher than the clouds; affording the same the same to your tangible friends; till the moment Almighty Lord wanted you to wander and survive, Happiness is in considering yourself to be just a whisker of God’s infinite Creation; and yet feeling the most endowed molecule alive, Happiness is in caring; Happiness is in sharing; Happiness is in unity; Happiness is in beauty; Happiness is in immortal love; most importantly true Happiness is in the chapter called LIFE…..

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2 CENTIMETERS OF BRAIN As much as it could stupendously perceive; it had the power to brutally devastate, As much as it could magnanimously harbor; it had the power to corrupt the most sagacious of truth, As much as it could devotionally dedicate; it had the power to conceive the most unprecedentedly lecherous existing on this planet, As much as it could intriguingly fantasize; it had the power to parasitically drain out every iota of glorious memory, As much as it could magically evolve; it had the power to swipe traces of blissful civilization; in lightening fractions of seconds, As much as it could fantastically tantalize; it had the power to disastrously famish the most invincible; for centuries immemorial, As much as it could unfathomably grasp; it had the power to diabolically relinquish; within a single wink of an eye, As much as it could reside in perpetual realms of solitude; it had the power to fulminate more treacherously than infinite volcano’s trapped beneath the earth, As much as it could disseminate the fragrance of philanthropic mankind; it had the power to diabolically crush the immaculately impeccable in the swirl of its menacing manipulation, As much as it could majestically accomplish; it had the power to rampantly deteriorate well beneath the rudiments of its roots, As much as it could formidably heal; it had the power to gruesomely exacerbate the tiniest of wounds; beyond the corridors of infinite infinity, As much as it could blossom into an island of enchanting paradise; it had the power to insidiously melt; transcending over boundaries of the most obsolete oblivion, As much as it could divinely meditate; it had the power to indefatigably swim in torrential sea deluged with preposterously ominous sharks, As much as it could overwhelmingly pacify; it had the power to trigger malicious fireballs of discrimination; in religions bonding as united on this 924

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earth, As much as it could bask in the grandiloquent splendor; it had the power to recede immortally into its grave; even though it was animatedly alive, As much as it could aristocratically relax; it had the power to tumultuously inundate benevolent goodness; with insane mad, As much as it could ravishingly romance; it had the power to sow the seeds of despairing betrayal; in every heart it met, As much as it could unbelievably dream; it had the power to drown in cloudbursts of cacophonic manipulation, As much as it could unsurpassably exist; it had the power to vanish like pathetic devil; before even the winds could transgress in azure sky, And as much as I called it my mind; believe me it had the ubiquitous power to be anybody’s 2 centimeters of brain; entrenched well within the skull and shivering inside….

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POETRY; POETRY AND ONLY POETRY Telling me to go to office; spending marathon hours of the day under menacing eyes of my disgustingly manipulative boss, Was like asking a man to gallop to the absolute pinnacle of Everest; without fingers on his hands; toes on his bohemian feet…. Telling me to go to office; tolerating the spurious mountain of smiles besieging my boss’s face; behind which sprouted the satanic devil, Was like commanding the crystal blue expanse of brilliantly empty sky; to shower upon torrential cloudbursts of majestically pelting rain… Telling me to go to office; incorrigibly adhering to each instruction of my boss; which could infact imperil the ambience of the celestially blissful surrounding, Was like the world’s richest man not getting the object he badly wanted; even as his treasury overflowed with glittering gold and superfluously satanic silk… Telling me to go to office; bowing down with obeisance infront of the unsurpassable battalion of blood sucking clients who frequented; the abominable interiors day in and day out, Was like leaving the most preposterously gigantic fish; in heart of the overwhelmingly sweltering desert… Telling me to go to office ; singing an incessant fountain of praise for my boss in front of the treacherously conventional society; when infact my beloved fervently awaited my presence; with tears welling in her eyes, Was like asking a soul wholesomely dead since centuries unprecedented; to bounce with euphoric exhilaration; just like a new-born child… Telling me to go to office; breathing in monotonous space indefatigably round the clock; when infact my impeccably struggling comrades; desperately wanted my help outside, Was like placing the most appetizingly succulent meals on this globe before the roaring lion; when ironically 926

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he didn’t posses a single tooth in his colossal mouth… Telling me to go to office; yes-bossing my hideously uncouth seniors; as they kicked me relentlessly on my hindside; for apparently no fault of mine, Was like expecting a garden of mesmerizing roses to blossom on cold blooded chains of bare rock; without a droplet of rock; without a chunk of fertile soil… Telling me to go to office; cuddling my boss’s pertinently pampered son; amiably caressing the festoon of glorious jewels on his snobbish persona; as if he was my own blood, Was like asking the belligerent martyr to shoot an arrow in the birds eye; without a bow in his fingers; a robust thumb on his palms…. Telling me to go to office; lick the already glowing paths with my tongue; so that the most infinitesimal speck of dirt didn’t stick to my boss’s designer class shoes, Was like asking the flamboyantly flaming Sun; to deluge every corner of this planet; with a blanket of morbidly deplorable darkness…. So it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; to make me quit horrendous office forever; relinquish its corridors of insatiable greed and malice till the time I lived, Keep writing; evolving, fantasizing; breathing; eating; sleeping; dying and taking an infinite more births; for just POETRY; POETRY AND JUST POETRY….

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WHAT USE WAS IT ??? You might be having the most powerful arms on this Universe; harboring Herculean strength in their formidable biceps, But what use were they when you utilized them to indiscriminately trample the innocent; instead of defending your fellow comrades withering towards the tenterhooks of absolutely despicable extinction ? You might be having the most mesmerizing eyes in this Universe; majestically shimmering under profusely golden rays of the Sun, But what use were they when you utilized them to sight and blend with the evil; instead of helping innocent beings when hell rained down severely upon their spotless countenance ? You might be having the most magnificent smiles on this Universe; blossoming into a festoon of stupendous grandiloquence; as the moon cast its resplendence on mundane mud, But what use were they when you utilized them to appease the hideously manipulative; instead of embracing orphaned children; trembling without their parents and benevolent mankind ? You might be having the most robust complexioned palms in this Universe; impregnated with a myriad of destiny lines which were veritably unconquerable from all sides, But what use were they when you utilized them to behead immaculate scalps like frigid matchsticks; instead of wiping of the tears from all those mothers; completely shattered and devastated in life ? You might be having the most talented brain in this Universe; astoundingly remembering even the first alphabet you spoke at birth; even while you about to relinquish your last breath, But what use was it; when you utilized it to evolve weapons of deadly destruction; instead of metamorphosing God’s planet once again; into a splendid paradise ? You might be having the most spell binding voice on this Universe; engendering boundless heads to rivet towards you; the instant you unveiled your mouth, But what use was it; when you utilized it to uncouthly abuse the old and depriving; instead of soothing the trauma in bereaved hearts with the ingratiating melody 928

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in your sound ? You might be having the most mystical shadow in this Universe; fluttering like the heavens at the onset of charismatically seductive twilight, But what use was it; when you utilized it to stealthily creep and strangulate your impeccably sleeping mates; instead of profoundly enlightening the lives of those brutally drugged with monotonous malice ? You might be having the most tenacious conscience on this Universe; absorbing even the unfathomably sinister in your obdurately resilient swirl, But what use was it; when you utilized it to disseminate tornado’s of ungainly guilt; instead of guiding the despairing world outside towards optimistic light ? And you might be having the most passionate heart on this Universe; throbbing more ardently than the brilliantly flaming Sun, But what use was it; when you utilized it satanically to assassinate celestially divine relationships; instead of bonding people of different tribes all across the fathomless continent; with threads of IMMORTAL LOVE….??

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NO RETIREMENT…. You can disdainfully retire a man from his job; but not from his eternal work of creating spell bindingly effulgent newness; on even the most inconspicuous step that he tread, You can treacherously retire a man from his job; but not from his fathomless festoon of fantasies; which reigned supreme in every cranny of his brain; an infinite centuries even after veritable death, You can unceremoniously retire a man from his job; but not from his perennial desire to embrace every sensuously enthralling entity on this Universe; discovering his ultimate sublimation in his companion’s compassionate breath, You can tawdrily retire a man from his job; but not from his unceasing longing to royally replenish every ounce of his body; with the most blissfully fructifying fruits of nature’s creation, You can parasitically retire a man from his job; but not from his indefatigable yearning to mate with his eternally majestic beloved; witness his seeds spawn into the most indomitably resplendent fields of an optimistic tomorrow, You can diabolically retire a man from his job; but not from his most quintessentially ardent instinct; to jubilantly survive amidst a pack of sadistically howling wolves, You can preposterously retire a man from his job; but not from his uncanny ability to magnetize countless audiences; with his unbelievably enigmatic persona and mellifluously triumphant voice, You can cynically retire a man from his job; but not from his untamed spirit of timelessly burgeoning adventure; the fervently tantalizing goose-bumps of mystery that cropped up on his skin, You can horrifically retire a man from his job; but not from his philanthropically synergistic bonding with the boundless planet outside; his unconquerable melanging with every echelon of inimitably priceless humanity, You can ignominiously retire a man from his job; but not from the infinite passions that he harbored; towards every evanescent ray of the Sun; towards every 930

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beautifully redolent particle of the atmosphere, You can salaciously retire a man from his job; but not from his irrefutably fearless steps marching towards; the victory of peerlessly unshakable truth over the wantonly terrorizing devil, You can insouciantly retire a man from his job; but not from his poignant desire to procreate a countless more of his own holistic kind; registering his very best effort at continuing the chapters of Universal existence, You can tyrannically retire a man from his job; but not from his pricelessly artistic embodiments; all those amorphously inane shapes and forms to which he’d added undefeated color; with his very own blessed palms, You can unsavorily retire a man from his job; but not from his endless penchant to attain newer and newer heights; in whatever was most emolliently appeasing to his soul, You can foolhardily retire a man from his job; but not from his astoundingly unflinching memory; his power to perpetually imbibe even the most ethereal trace of goodness suspended profusely in the atmosphere, You can irascibly retire a man from his job; but not from his unendingly righteous perseverance; the unassailably golden sweat that dribbled from his arms; whilst he galloped forward to make this estranged world; once again a better place to live, You can ruthlessly retire a man from his job; but not from his entrenchment of interminably ameliorating peace; the divinely contentment that naturally flowed through even the most obsolete of his veins, You can demonically retire a man from his job; but not from his everlasting yearning to breathe; victoriously inhale an impregnably celestial meadow of breath; each time his lungs dismally shrunk inside his chest, And You can baselessly retire a man from his job; but not from his inborn ability to fall in love at any stage of his life; immortally bonding each of beat of his heart with the person he adored; the Omnipotent beloved who granted him an infinite more lives and lifetimes…

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READY TO DIE… Death is fantastically silencing; after which there existed not even the most inconspicuous iota of rambunctious sound; not even the most ethereal traces of malicious cacophony; to disdainfully wake you up from your eternal sleep. Death is handsomely emancipating; after which you felt neither the most diminutive of agony slandering you; neither the most inexplicably crucifying of worries tickle your estranged soul. Death is unbelievably artistic; after which even the most infinitesimal ingredient of your blood and irrefutably righteous conscience; forever coalesced with the undefeated majesty of the atmosphere. Death is endlessly mollifying; after which there remained not even the most infidel of desire; just the perpetual bonding of every ounce of your goodness; with the unshakable spirit of the Omnipotent Lord. Death is unconquerably immune; after which your physical form felt not the slightest of pain; even when stabbed by an infinite knives; or viciously cremated into the valley of hell. Death is insuperably royal; after which even the most cannibalistically excoriating of your enemies; offered their humblest prayers for your soul to rest in everlasting peace. Death is incredulously non-invasive; after which no religion on earth could sanctimoniously claim you as solely its; as you eventually and inevitably sunk into the belly of soil. Death is beautifully resting; after which there seemed not even the most fugitive element of uncontrollable anxiety; after which the profanely robotic rat race for survival of the fittest; forever faded into wisps of non-existent oblivion. Death is unsurpassably enchanting; after which there seemed to emanate an unshakably ameliorating radiance from your face; which spell-bindingly cracked even the most deplorably asphyxiated riddles of existence. Death is magically economical; after which your body didn’t need even the most transient shades of replenishment; after which even the most uncontrollably strongest of your urges; amazingly metamorphosed into altruistic contentment. Death is self sermonizing; after which the chapter of 932

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your life became a holistically open philosophy; with countless extemporizing upon the quality of their survival; bounteously learning from your boundless rises and pitfalls. Death is the end of vicious ambition; after which you could massacre no more innocent lives; erect your palaces on no more innocent blood; in your baselessly ever-pervading desire to supremely reign over the entire Universe. Death is Omnipresently powerful; after which even the most fearlessly infallible superpowers of this planet; miserably floundered to cause even the most obscurest of indentation; upon the contours of your body. Death is the absolute end of devastation; after which there existed only the most invincibly emollient meadows of paradise; for every bit of symbiotic goodness that you’d ever done in your destined life. Death is the most astounding magician; after which even the most murderously massacring of your pain; forever transformed into the most celestial pastures of blessing sleep. Death is ubiquitously unprejudiced; after which there remains not even the most evanescent puff of hatred in your heart; for every form and fraternity of creation all around you. Death is everlastingly consecrating; after which even the most diabolically sinful of your deeds; are forever and ever and ever washed away; with every form of newness that exuberantly spawns into the firmament of the vividly ecstatic Universe. Death is inimitably immortalizing; after which every bit of unflinchingly pristine righteousness that you breathed in the tenure of your life; perennially becomes an ardently optimistic tunnel of light; for countless more of your blessed kind. So Mate; ready to Die! But think an infinite times before you do so. Because like all other best things on this Universe; even Death comes at a price. And unfortunately for you; me and every other organism created by the Omniscient Lord Almighty; that price is the ultimate threshold of pain that we could ever experience; in not just a single lifetime; but an infinite more of our infinite lifetimes…

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WHO THE HELL EVER SAID; THAT SWEAT STINKS???? It was the most irrefutably truthful essence of your persona; the most blissfully honest fructification of your majestic soul, It was a stream of indefatigably golden brilliance; that celestially dribbled down the skin of the richest and poorest on this fathomless planet; symbiotically alike, It was the ultimate scent of your unconquerable righteousness; a royal cascade of iridescent tranquility; that mollified even the most traumatically frazzled of nerves, It was the most fantastically tantalizing sensation on your skin; a feeling that transcended you beyond the meadows of paradise; as it uninhibitedly gushed from head to toe of your body; in unabashedly electric fervor, Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was preposterously clumsy; Sweat was a worthlessly obnoxious piece of shit; Sweat was lividly repulsive; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”….. (1)…. It was the most invisible fabric of every pore of your delectable skin; yet the most insuperably replenishing; naturally air-conditioning every of your acrimoniously agitated senses; under the ferociously blistering rays of mid-day Sun, It was the most irretrievably sure source of your vitality; fearlessly proclaiming your inner temerity and conviction to the planet outside; at every rapidly ticking hour of the day, It was the most holistic thing that could have ever happened to your body; in perfect symbiosis with the magically ameliorating environment and at the same time distinguishing you to be an infinite shades lesser than the Lord Almighty, It was an emotionally fired rivulet that carried all your tensions and inexplicably motley emotions; to be eventually evaporated into the firmament of the atmosphere, Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was tyrannically incarcerating; Sweat was a fecklessly asphyxiating; 934

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Sweat was abysmally smelly; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”….. (2)…. It was a perennial river of compassionate brotherhood; that trickled in ever-pervading unison from the chest of every living entity on this boundless earth; unhindered and alike, It was the most handsomely enamoring spectacle to sight; as it glistened more spectacularly than ever; under the very first rays of amber dawn and the very last rays of impeccably milky moonlight, It was the most mute vibration on the human body; yet conveying a boundlessly unbridled civilization of emotions and feelings; like the wail of a freshly born child, It was more mischievously tangy than the most tangiest of salt; drifting you towards an unsurpassable tunnel of profound mysticism; as you traced each of its stream with your delicate fingers; till the very end, Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was ignominiously slavish; Sweat was amorphously licentious; Sweat was diminishingly foolish; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”….. (3)…. It was the most enchantingly transparent liquid that your body could ever exude; from which reflected the very true persevering spirit of your blessed existence, It was the most inimitably priceless garland of silken pearls; as its globules naturally swelled in size to irrevocably cling to every aroused pore of your; uncontrollably exhilarated body, It was more indispensable than your breath; heartbeat and soul; as in its absence you felt a tornado of haplessly disparaging frustration; boil to the tumultuous limits inside your lifelessly livid skin, It was the most immortal of all substances tangible or intangible; as a singleton droplet of it in soil; sowed the seeds of tirelessly fragrant effort; embracing every echelon and dimension of invincible humanity,

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Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was diabolically tawdry; Sweat was abnormally anomalous; Sweat was disgustingly unholy; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”…..

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FRESH BIRTH…. Almost every person on this fathomlessly enchanting earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; inimitably venerated mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unconquerably stared into the whites of my impoverished eyes; giving my unfinished optimism; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes… Almost every person on this boundlessly spell binding earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; impregnably divine mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first interlocked her magical fingers with mine; giving my flagrantly unfinished conviction; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…. Almost every person on this magnetically jubilant earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; celestially sacred mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first ardently kissed me on the contours of my destitute lips; giving my haplessly unfinished sensuality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…. Almost every person on this unlimitedly emollient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; bountifully godly mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unrestrictedly surrendered her chastity to me; giving my hopelessly unfinished fertility; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…. Almost every person on this unbelievably ecstatic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; innocuously Omnipotent mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first rescued me from the mortuaries of suicide; giving my treacherously unfinished desires; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes… 937

Almost every person on this unabashedly ebullient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; spell-bindingly Omniscient mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first sensuously traced her tantalizing fingers through every bone of my spine; giving my brutally unfinished vitality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes… Almost every person on this ubiquitously blessing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; triumphantly unflinching mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first embraced me in her insuperably mitigating grip; giving my despairingly unfinished footsteps; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…. Almost every person on this timelessly endowing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; Omnipresently vibrant mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first astoundingly sketched my nimbly shrunken form; giving my unsparingly unfinished identity; fresh birth; for an infinite more my destined lifetimes…. Almost every person on this limitlessly enthralling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; unshakably faithful mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first blown her fierily immortal breath on my cheeks; giving my lividly unfinished deliriousness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes… Almost every person on this interminably majestic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; blessedly unparalleled mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first mischievously cavorted with me through sparkling ponds of rain; giving my egregiously unfinished monotony; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes… Almost every person on this beautifully bounteous earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; indomitably godly mother, 938

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But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uttered my name from her unfettered tongue; giving my pathetically unfinished integrity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes… Almost every person on this inscrutably tingling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perpetually altruistic mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first inseparably mated with me; giving my treacherously unfinished manhood; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…. Almost every person on this poignantly candid earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; incomparably benign mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first proposed me as her ultimate lifepartner; giving my unbearably unfinished hysteria; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes… Almost every person on this eclectically egalitarian earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perennially towering mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first cast her venerated shadow upon mine; giving my insouciantly unfinished stride; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes… Almost every person on this gigantically blessed earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; enchantingly ameliorating mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uncontrollably tickled me with her big toe; giving my deplorably unfinished ashes of intensity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…. Almost every person on this unsurpassably undying earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; beautifully unadulterated mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first signed her every impression upon my blood; giving my indescribably unfinished cowardliness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…. 939

Almost every person on this incredulously vivacious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; wonderfully unprejudiced mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first made me sleep in her selflessly humanitarian lap; giving my indiscriminately unfinished restlessness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes… Almost every person on this untiringly victorious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; undefeatedly queenly mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first placed her miraculously emancipating palms on my frazzled head; giving my ruthlessly unfinished frustrations; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…. And almost every person on this amazingly proliferating earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; unshakably royal mother, But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first bonded every beat of her heart with mine; giving my cursedly unfinished love; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

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GODLY ALPHABET “I” You might say that alphabet “I”singularly by itself; was disgustingly conceited; and brought alongwith it; only a dungeon of haplessly asphyxiating doom, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was chauvinistically male; and brought alongwith it; only a maelstrom of pessimistically demented energy, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was devastatingly deteriorating; and brought alongwith it; only a gutter of ignominiously fetid malevolence, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was atrociously invidious; and brought alongwith it; only a mortuary of indiscriminately ghastly meaninglessness, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was vindictively obstreperous; and brought alongwith it; only a coffin of despairingly treacherous defeat, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was drearily egocentric; and brought alongwith it; only a nightfall of never endingly maiming blackness, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was intolerably blasphemous; and brought alongwith it; only a fecklessly oblivious vacuum of ungainly remorsefulness, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was robotically insane; and brought alongwith it; only a holocaust of indelibly ribald obsessiveness, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was demonically perverted; and brought alongwith it; only a jailhouse of treacherously massacring madness, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was tyrannically lambasting; and brought alongwith it; only a carcass of ominously demeaning expletives, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was cadaverously foul some; and brought alongwith it; only tears of inexplicably assassinating gloom, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was lethally crucifying; and brought alongwith it; only a graveyard of doggedly unbearable stench, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was hedonistically slandering; and brought alongwith it; only a preposterously gory shadow of disdain, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; 941

was agonizingly incarcerating; and brought alongwith it; only a dust storm of profanely decrepit rebelliousness, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was pugnaciously disconcerting; and brought alongwith it; only a haplessly excoriating bed of venomous thorns, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was preposterously ludicrous; and brought alongwith it; only falsely sycophantic winds of wretched wantonness, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was devilishly beheading; and brought alongwith it; only the footsteps of licentiously whipping hell, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was inconspicuously imbecile; and brought alongwith it; only the cancerous blisters of hopelessly disparaging extinction, You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was unacceptably dictatorial; and brought alongwith it; only the ghosts of sinfully plundering selfishness, But have you ever wondered; that unless and until you don’t endlessly love your ownself; unless and until you don’t commence to timelessly admire every facet of your divinely blessed existence; unless and until you don’t unflinchingly worship the “I” in your very ownself; how can you ever dream of loving and wholesomely embracing others; how can you ever dream of reaching out to and immortally bonding with every echelon of bountiful living kind? Because for you to dream of; or ever dare of becoming the united “We”; you inevitably needed to start first with your very own self; you inevitably needed to start with the godly alphabet “I”……

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DEFINITELY- IMMORTALLY BONDING LOVE… Perhaps the dictionary of the rambunctiously gallivanting bumble bee; obstreperously started and ended with solely the words; “Beautifully golden Honey”, Perhaps the dictionary of the voluptuously crimson clouds; sensuously started and ended with solely the words; “Unceasingly fantasizing rain”, Perhaps the dictionary of the fathomlessly majestic desert; aridly started and ended with solely the words; “Unsparingly emaciating heat”, Perhaps the dictionary of the wretchedly devastating earthquake; tempestuously started and ended solely with the words; “Uncouthly endless destruction”, Perhaps the dictionary of the magically ameliorating leaves; enchantingly started and ended solely with the words; “Vivaciously ardent breeze”, Perhaps the dictionary of the ubiquitously spell binding forest; uncannily started and ended solely with the words; “Boundlessly unfettered Enigma”, Perhaps the dictionary of the inimitably indomitable Sun; fierily started and ended solely with the words; “Unflinchingly optimistic blaze”, Perhaps the dictionary of the mystically sabbatical snake; clandestinely started and ended solely with the words; “Lethally surreptitious venom”, Perhaps the dictionary of the triumphantly unbridled butterfly; exuberantly started and ended solely with the words; “Jubilantly undying frolic”, Perhaps the dictionary of the incomparably venerated cow; dedicatedly started and ended solely with the words; “Timelessly fructifying worship”, Perhaps the dictionary of the indiscriminately marauding dinosaur; atrociously started and ended solely with the words; “Ruthlessly slandering massacre”, Perhaps the dictionary of the resplendently milky moon; altruistically started and ended solely with the words; “Perennially enlightening shimmer”, Perhaps the dictionary of the mundanely jaded road; morosely started and ended solely with the words; “Pathetically lugubrious abrasion”, Perhaps the dictionary of the insuperably infallible 943

mountains; brilliantly started and ended solely with the words; “Undaunted strength galore” Perhaps the dictionary of the punctiliously ticking clock; perseveringly started and ended solely with the words; “Indefatigably unfurling time”, Perhaps the dictionary of the unabashedly scarlet rose; inscrutably started and ended solely with the words; “Unlimitedly compassionate fragrance”, Perhaps the dictionary of the marvelously undulating sea; poignantly started and ended solely with the words; “Timelessly burgeoning adventure”, Perhaps the dictionary of the monstrously grisly spider; mysteriously started and ended solely with the words; “Eclectically amazing slipperiness”, Perhaps the dictionary of the obsessively possessive parents; inexorably started and ended solely with the words; “Our own blood/children”, Perhaps the dictionary of the seductively emollient dewdrop; celestially starred and ended solely with the words; “Eternally emancipating bliss”, Perhaps the dictionary of the sullenly cadaverous graveyard; forlornly started and ended solely with the words; “Fetidly asphyxiating ghostliness”, Perhaps the dictionary of the affably moistened nostril; interminably started and ended solely with the words; “Pricelessly undefeated life”, Perhaps the dictionary of the fantastically rain soaked soil; magnificently started and ended solely with the words; “Limitlessly unshakable virility”, Perhaps the dictionary of the unbelievably infinite Universe; spectacularly started and ended solely with the words; “Miraculously mitigating creation”, Perhaps the dictionary of the redolently invincible conscience; irrefutably started and ended solely with the words; “Unconquerably heavenly truth”, Perhaps the dictionary of the unassailably ecstatic blood; effulgently started and ended solely with the words; “Incomparably sparkling humanity”, Perhaps the dictionary of the inscrutably sculptured palm; tantalizingly started and ended solely with the words; “Inexplicably unraveling destiny”, Perhaps the dictionary of the ferociously blood-curling terrorist; barbarously started and ended solely with the words; “Venomously satanic hatred”, But Definitely; without the most infinitesimal shadow of doubt and universally; the dictionary of every organism living and symbiotically alive; uninhibitedly started and ended solely with the words; “Immortally 944

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BUT ATLEAST LOVE ME WHEN I’M ALIVE… I really wouldn’t mind it even an infinitesimal trifle; if you salaciously chose to and forever buried my body an infinite feet beneath the surface of tawdrily fetid earth; after my breath had died and my wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even an inconspicuous trifle; if you barbarously chose to and forever kept my body in the cold-bloodedly heartless freezer; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even an insouciant trifle; if you mercilessly chose to and forever kept my body on the treacherously vulture laden terrace; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a diminutive trifle; if satanically chose to and forever kept chopping my body into a countless pieces of nothingness; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even an ethereal trifle; if you diabolically chose to and forever burnt my body on the most vindictively smoldering embers of iron; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even an evanescent trifle; if you demonically chose to and forever cemented my body into the asphyxiatingly penurious hollows of the wall; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a teeny trifle; if you sadistically chose to and forever trampled my body with your uncouthly bohemian shoe; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a mercurial trifle; if you intolerably chose to and forever kept submerging my body into the most violently blistering of acid; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a fugitive trifle; if you venomously chose to and forever bombarded my body with the most ruthlessly excoriating of bombs; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a vespered trifle; if you sinfully chose to and forever fed my body to the most pugnaciously stinking of pigs; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even an obfuscated trifle; 946

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if you ominously chose to and forever spat on my body the most ignominiously ludicrous of your spit; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a teeny trifle; if you tyrannically chose to and forever crushed my body under the most atrociously rampaging bulldozer; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a transient trifle; if you hedonistically chose to and forever kept my body pathetically strangulated in the most wretchedly preposterous of coffin; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even an oblivious trifle; if you forlornly chose to and forever stitched every pore of my body with the most horrendously bellicose of thread; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a flickering trifle; if you wickedly chose to and forever plundered my body with an infinite blood-curling nails; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a truncated trifle; if you dementedly chose to and forever dissected every minute cranny of my body to tingle your perverted senses; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a cloistered trifle; if you viciously chose to and forever suspended my body ridiculously upside down from the scorpion studded ceiling; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a pallid trifle; if you horrifically chose to and forever tossed my body to the unsurpassably emaciated sharks; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even a non-existent trifle; if you deliriously chose to and forever ate every bone from the skeleton of my body for nocturnal supper; after my breath had died and wholesome death, I really wouldn’t mind it even an invisible trifle; if you criminally chose to and forever kept my body in a region of haplessly disoriented vacuum; where there existed no land or holistic space; after my breath had died and wholesome death, O! Yes; I really wouldn’t mind it even a quavering trifle; if you unforgivably chose and forever did whatever you wanted with every part of my body after my breath had died and wholesome death; whether you torturously crucified me in ghastly hell or stabbed me an infinite times; an infinite kilometers even beyond its amorphous realms, 947

But atleast love me when I’m alive….

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LIVING SINGLE-HANDEDLY AND SINGULARLY IN ITSELF…. Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most inimitably priceless accolade; on the trajectory of this enchantingly indomitable earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most triumphantly unchallengeable accomplishment; on the trajectory of this spell-bindingly ubiquitous earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most effulgently indisputable victory; on the trajectory of this eternally fructifying earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unassailably supreme fantasy; on the trajectory of this resplendently new-born earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unbelievably unconquerable artistry; on the trajectory of this blissfully symbiotic earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most Omnipotently sacred preaching; on the trajectory of this celestially mollifying earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unceasingly persevering exercise; on the trajectory of this magnetically enigmatic earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most beautifully untainted desire; on the trajectory of this ecstatically unprejudiced earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unfathomably exhilarating target; on the trajectory of this iridescently benign earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most undauntedly reinvigorating adventure; on the trajectory of this poignantly charismatic earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most inexplicably unraveling 949

destiny; on the trajectory of this handsomely unbridled earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most undefeatedly majestic melanging; on the trajectory of this vibrantly intrepid earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most indispensably compulsive ingredient; on the trajectory of this incredulously Omnipresent earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most insuperably unfettered power; on the trajectory of this beautifully untarnished earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most efficaciously optimistic vitamin; on the trajectory of this altruistically jubilant earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most emancipating poetic odyssey; on the trajectory of this surreally emollient earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most sensuously inebriating titillation; on the trajectory of this flamboyantly igniting earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most astoundingly proliferating virility; on the trajectory of this benevolently unabashed earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most infallibly timeless inspiration; on the trajectory of this magically mitigating earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unflinchingly efficacious remedy; on the trajectory of this endlessly enlightening earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most spectacularly ameliorating concession; on the trajectory of this pristinely ebullient earth, Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most limitlessly liberating rebirth and re-incarnation; on the trajectory of this stupendously satiny earth, And Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most immortally compassionate love; on the trajectory of this marvelously 950

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TILL THE TIME YOU WERE MAGNIFICENTLY ALIVE… Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely threadbare and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this fathomless Universe; were the sermons of truthfulness that you selflessly disseminated; till the time you were holistically alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely balderdash and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this boundless Universe; were the rays of righteously unparalleled optimism that you ignited on every step that you tread; till the time you were symbiotically alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely nonsensical and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this incomprehensible Universe; were the pathways of egalitarian justice that you insuperably ensured; till the time you were blissfully alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely salacious and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this limitless Universe; was the celestial instinct to live and let live that you ubiquitously preached; till the time you were unabashedly alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely rubbish and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this gregarious Universe; were the seeds of majestically virile proliferation that you sowed; till the time you were unassailably alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely evanescent and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unceasing Universe; was the bond of philanthropically compassionate friendship that you interminably spread; till the time you were royally alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely lugubrious and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this spell binding Universe; were the hymns of mellifluously emancipating piousness that you sing; till the time you were bounteously alive. 952

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Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely morbid and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this triumphant Universe; was the tirelessly augmenting empathy in your eyes for every caste; creed; fraternity of living; till the time you were vivaciously alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely decrepit and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this astounding Universe; were the pathways of unflinchingly fearless humanity that you pave; till the time you were redolently alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely foolhardy and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this heavenly Universe; was the magic of benign togetherness that you invincibly hissed; till the time you were unconquerably alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely crippling and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unfettered Universe; were those indomitably subliming smiles from your lips in good times and bad; till the time you were beautifully alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely debasing and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this gigantic Universe; were those swords of impregnable truth that you used to assassinate the ruthlessly blasphemous devil; till the time you were jubilantly alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely pulverizing and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unfathomable Universe; were those enamoring words/symbols/drawings of immortal love that you’d so inimitably sketched; till the time you were undefeatedly alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely feckless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this spectacular Universe; were those pearls of priceless enlightenment that you’d bestowed upon countless haplessly deprived; till the time you were indisputably alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite was entirely baseless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this resplendent Universe; was the mirror of divine righteousness that reflected from even the most obfuscated cranny of your shadow; till the time you were fantastically alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was 953

entirely useless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unending Universe; was the foundation of fragrantly undying perseverance that you built; till the time you were handsomely alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely tawdry and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this everlasting Universe; was that you timelessly followed the innermost tunes of your heart for the betterment of all mankind; till the time you were iridescently alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely hopeless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this mesmerizing Universe; was the innumerable orphans that you serenaded and accepted as a quintessential ingredient of your very own family; till the time you were poignantly alive. Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely purposeless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this ever-pervading Universe; were the countless hearts which you endlessly united in the threads of Immortally Omnipresent love; till the time you were magnificently alive.

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NOTHINGNESS It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate caverns of fantastically tantalizing and stupendously reinvigorating; “Beauty”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate clouds of rhapsodically enlightening and indefatigably unbridled; “Fantasy”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate sermons of pricelessly inimitable and insuperably emollient; “Humanity”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate sounds of unsurpassably unhindered and majestically embellished; “Creation”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate oceans of unceasingly undefeated and astoundingly proliferating; “Virility”, Therefore; how dare you ever proclaim that the word “Nothingness”; was none but a fecklessly rotting gutter of insipidly cadaverous feces; how dare you ever proclaim that “Nothingness” was the sole cause of haplessly deteriorating extinction and death in the world today…. 1…. It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate fields of eternally emancipating and timelessly bestowing; “Selflessness”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate dewdrops of spell bindingly fructifying and jubilantly proliferating; “Freshness”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate lines of endlessly titillating and beautifully garnished; ”Poetry”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate pathways of irrefutably unconquerable and handsomely ameliorating; “Truth”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate mirrors of wonderfully Omnipresent and ubiquitously embracing; “Righteousness”, Therefore; how dare you ever proclaim that the word “Nothingness”; was none but an inconsequentially morbid ingredient of helplessness; how dare you ever proclaim that “Nothingness” was the sole cause of sacrilegiously wanton extinction and death in the 955

world today…. 2…. It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate yearning of symbiotically undefeated and holistically benign “Companionship”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate cradle of invincibly enlightening and triumphantly ecstatic; “Optimism”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate waves of fearlessly impregnable and gloriously altruistic ;“Martyrdom”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate petals of profusely utopian and unlimitedly blessing; “Euphoria”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate winds of irresistibly magnetic and inevitably extraordinary; “Attraction”, Therefore; how dare you ever proclaim that the word “Nothingness”; was none but a non-existent of corpse of sadistically jinxed decay; how dare you ever proclaim that “Nothingness” was the sole cause of unforgivably murderous extinction and death in the world today…. 3….. It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate songs of iridescently ebullient and victoriously vivid; “Freedom”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate epitomes of spectacularly mesmerizing and indomitably unfettered; “Courage”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate shapes of timelessly enthralling and fabulously royal; “Creativity”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate foundations of bountifully consecrating and undauntedly unshakable; “Honesty”, It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate beats of immortally fragrant and perennially bonding; “Love”, Therefore; how dare you ever proclaim that the word “Nothingness”; was none but a fugitively deserted oblivion of insane treachery; how dare you ever proclaim that “Nothingness” was the sole cause of flagrantly crucifying extinction and death in the world today…. 956

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LIVING…. When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the unbelievably voluptuous clouds; sensuously replied; that they were extremely busy pelting majestically unfettered globules of golden rain, When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the beautifully foliated trees; brazenly replied; that they were extremely busy producing astoundingly reinvigorating currents of vivid breeze, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the uninhibitedly glorious ocean; tangily replied; that it was extremely busy culminating into an endless wave of unabashedly mischievous froth, When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the inimitably scarlet roses; celestially replied; that they were extremely busy disseminating vibrantly stupefying fragrance; to far; and fathomless wide, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the eternally resplendent forests; enigmatically replied; that they were extremely busy in triggering untamed cloudbursts of newness and unhindered enthrallment; all throughout the day and poignantly star-studded night, When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the unflinchingly indomitable epitomes; fearlessly replied; that they were extremely busy in sequestering every fraternity of living kind from even the most evanescent onslaught of the diabolically squelching devil, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the unconquerably virile soil; peerlessly replied; that it was extremely busy proliferating into boundless civilizations of miraculous newness; every unfurling instant that the Universe ticked, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the seductively emollient meadow; blissfully replied; that it was extremely busy blossoming into a heaven of ubiquitously panoramic dewdrops, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the incessantly chattering bumble bee; vivaciously replied; that it was extremely busy in profusely inundating each recess of its hive; with spectacularly priceless honey, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the 957

blazingly Omnipresent Sun; blisteringly replied; that it was extremely busy in permeating the rays of unassailable optimism; to even the most remorsefully obfuscated arena of this everlasting earth, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the jubilantly enamoring waterfall; effulgently replied; that it was extremely busy in serenading the frazzled nerves of countless; with the perpetually liberating cascade of its kingly water, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the victoriously unceasing sky; aristocratically replied; that it was extremely busy harnessing and protecting every element of symbiotic goodwill; upon this handsomely emphatic Universe, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the iridescently shimmering Moon; beamingly replied; that it was extremely busy in metamorphosing every ounce of the sordidly crucifying night; into a sea of triumphantly unscathed and enchanting milk, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the ecstatically eclectic desert; aridly replied; that it was extremely busy in timelessly evolving into the most gorgeously unstoppable whirlpools of magically silken dust, When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the insuperably charming mountains; undauntedly replied; that they were extremely busy in generating waves of invincible compassion to perennially envelop every shivering organism alive; in their wholeheartedly friendly belly, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the amazingly dexterous rainbow; magnetically replied; that it was extremely busy in igniting that indispensably missing spark of life; even in the most unsurpassably sweltering of daylight, When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the incredulously multiplying atmosphere; intrepidly replied; that it was extremely busy in becoming that inevitably quintessential puff of breath; that an infinite million organisms so desperately needed to exist; every unveiling instant of destined life, When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the blessedly rejuvenating stars; unanimously replied; that they were extremely busy in perpetuating even the most invisible bit of nocturnal blackness; with undying figments of sacred hope,

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And when humbly interrogated as to what was I doing; I instantaneously and without the slightest of thought; rumination; or further investigation replied to whosoever who ever dared to ask me; that I was simply “LIVING”…..

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FIRST All of us on this fathomlessly enchanting Universe; might be of wholesomely and unimaginably different; colors. But that’s really insignificant and comes NEXT. All of us on this bountifully brilliant Universe; might be of wholesomely and spell-bindingly different; heights. But that’s really nonsensical and comes NEXT. All of us on this fantastically eclectic Universe; might be of wholesomely and astoundingly different; physiques. But that’s really inconspicuous and comes NEXT.. All of us on this boundlessly resplendent Universe; might be of wholesomely and unsurpassably different; strengths. But that’s foolhardy and comes NEXT. All of us on this gregariously proliferating Universe; might be of wholesomely and incredibly different; philosophies. But that’s really worthless and comes NEXT.. All of us on this beautifully embellished Universe; might be of wholesomely and entirely different; castes. But that’s really meaningless and comes NEXT.. All of us on this handsomely unbridled Universe; might be of wholesomely and indescribably different; urges. But that’s really insouciant and comes NEXT.. All of us on this poignantly fructifying Universe; might be of wholesomely and implausibly different; dialects. But that’s really unthinkable and comes NEXT.. All of us on this endlessly mesmerizing Universe; might be of wholesomely and incomprehensibly different; fortunes. But that’s really preposterous and comes NEXT.. All of us on this timelessly embracing Universe; might be of wholesomely and irretrievably different; psyches. But that’s really livid and comes NEXT.. All of us on this stupendously enthralling Universe; might be of wholesomely and inconceivably different; feelings. But that’s really non-existent and comes NEXT. All of us on this redolently blessed Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexpressibly different; skins. But that’s really ethereal and comes NEXT. 960

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All of us on this miraculously alleviating Universe; might be of wholesomely and irrevocably different; tribes. But that’s really disappearing and comes NEXT. All of us on this perennially royal Universe; might be of wholesomely and unutterably different; signatures. But that’s really feckless and comes NEXT. All of us on this majestically untainted Universe; might be of wholesomely and incommunicably different; weights. But that’s really purposeless and comes NEXT. All of us on this triumphantly mellifluous Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexplicably different; premonitions. But that’s really oblivious and comes NEXT. All of us on this Omnisciently bestowing Universe; might be of wholesomely and perplexingly different; brains. But that’s really transient and comes NEXT. All of us on this magically healing Universe; might be of wholesomely and unfathomably different; dreams. But that’s really fleeting and comes NEXT. All of us on this magnetically multiplying Universe; might be of wholesomely and unceasingly different; nationalities. But that’s really subjugated and comes NEXT. But all of us on this eternally egalitarian Universe; have been; are and will forever and ever and ever; symbiotically continue to be God’s most pricelessly unconquerable “HUMANS/LIVING BEINGS”. Now that’s really and irrefutably immortal and comes “ FIRST ”….

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Victory or Defeat are merely and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to fearlessly march forward; on the path of eternally spell-binding righteousness, Victory or Defeat are inconspicuous and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue in your mission to metamorphose every bit of arid stagnation on this planet; into a valley of enchantingly fructifying green, Victory or Defeat are immaterial and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to disseminate the essence of insuperably redolent peace; on every conceivable path you dared tread, Victory or Defeat are insouciant and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to tirelessly sermonize the mantras of unassailably pristine humanity; to every tangible cranny of the planet and even beyond, Victory or Defeat are infinitesimal and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to embrace organisms of every caste; creed; color; religion and tribe; as compassionately as one of your invincible kin, Victory or Defeat are inconsequential and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to behead even the most non-existent trace of the vituperative devil; with your sword of unconquerable truth, Victory or Defeat are fugitive and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to reign supreme as the ultimate harbinger of blissfully peerless humanity, Victory or Defeat are ephemeral and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to soar high and handsome in the skies of heavenly fantasy with each of your holistically breathing mates; and with lord as your ultimate savior, Victory or Defeat are unimportant and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to unabashedly continue the chapters of venerated proliferation; using every ounce of indomitable 962

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virility trapped in your royal stride, Victory or Defeat are transient and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to sleep in the lap of your Omnipotent mother; although the entire Universe outside spat and indefatigably ridiculed at your childish hide, Victory or Defeat are inveterate and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to evolve into a fountain of everlastingly synergistic goodness; although all that showered around you was nothing else but the truculently victimizing devil’s rain, Victory or Defeat are penurious and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to optimistically enliven even the most infidel iota of brutally ignominious monotony; with your philanthropic smiles, Victory or Defeat are preposterous and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to be the triumphantly guiding beacon; for every drearily lambasted traveler; in the throes of the ghastly midnight, Victory or Defeat are secondary and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to bring an unflinchingly blazing renaissance in every perversely subjugated sphere of life; timelessly ensuring that every echelon of living kind; forever and ever and ever liberated into the gloriously free skies, Victory or Defeat are intermittent and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to be the sole magician in every haplessly devastated orphans soul and ecstatically ameliorating his disastrously empty life, Victory or Defeat are feckless and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to altruistically render even the most oblivious cranny of your mind; body and soul; to the unshakable service of your celestially blessed motherland, Victory or Defeat are evaporating and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to become the sight of all those who were hopelessly blind; undyingly drifting them towards a freshly blazing sun of hope, Victory or Defeat are absconding and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to sow the seeds of divinely truth; on every vindictively barren patch of soil on this fathomless planet, Victory or Defeat are inexplicable and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to garland 963

the ideals of simplicity; and make them an integral element of your conscience; breath; soul and life, Victory or Defeat are ethereal and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to fight for the cause of egalitarian justice; with bounteous non-violence as the only weapon of your nimbly prostrating shadow,

And Victory or Defeat are evanescent and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to immortally throb for the winds of selfless love; and thereby let each impregnable beat of your heart; forever bond with every bit of panoramic goodness on this unshakably captivating earth….

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WITH EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART… Not even the most voluptuously sensuous of clouds; surreally wandering till eternity in fathomless cosmotic space; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most tantalizingly nubile of dewdrops; profoundly shimmering in nocturnal moonlight like the ultimate queen’s garland of exotic pearls; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most invincibly Herculean mountaintops; unflinchingly towering towards the heavens in the face of the mightiest of attack; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most royally undulating seas; timelessly blessing the pristine shores with gloriously unassailable froth; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most perennially overflowing of treasuries; from which rained solely a torrentially unstoppable cascade of mystically resplendent silver and gold; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most mellifluously rejuvenating of nightingales; perpetuating the unlimitedly dreary atmosphere with miraculously ameliorating sounds; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most boundlessly burgeoning of skies; celestially reflecting an ocean of bounteously virile crystalline blue; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most vivaciously cascading droplets of rain; metamorphosing every tawdrily sinister patch of aridness on earth into a paradise of mesmerizing beauty; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most ubiquitously silken strands of the inscrutable spider’s web; aristocratically glimmering in opulently milky moonlight; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most amazingly vivid of rainbows; filtering fresh rays of optimism and hope in the forlornly dreary sky; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most redolently proliferating of soil; the magical virility which unfathomably multiplied in lightening seconds of time; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most beautifully poignant of roses; synergistically radiating their handsomely scarlet 965

personality to every conceivable cranny of this boundless Universe; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most triumphantly blazing of Sunshine; blistering a path of irrefutably fearless righteousness in the most bashful face of blemishing defeat; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most victoriously iridescent of moonlight; unceasingly enlightening the sordidly hedonistic fabric of the wretchedly incarcerating night; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most effulgently undefeated of blood; indefatigably diffusing the spirit of intrepidly exhilarating camaraderie; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most boundlessly unfettered of deserts; the flamingly impregnable expanse of poignant golden granules; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most tranquilly bewitching of shadows; the uncannily titillating tinge of timeless mystery that they incessantly emanated; had the slightest of inspiration, Not even the most fierily magnetic of breath; the endlessly insuperable cavern of seduction that it ignited in every tangible and intangible open space which it wholesomely enshrouded; had the slightest of inspiration, Whilst with every beat of my heart; there unlimitedly triggered unconquerably sparkling fantasy in even the most obsolete dormitory of my brain; and I inevitably and inspiringly wrote an infinite lines of “Immortal Love Poetry”; till even beyond the definitions of veritably ultimate and hopelessly silencing death….

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DEATH WILL ALWAYS REMAIN DEATH… Lies will always remain treacherously lambasting Lies. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the handsomely invincible Everest; or whether you place it amidst the most bountifully proliferating of soil; makes not even the slightest of difference. Hatred will always remain baselessly abhorrent Hatred. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the enchantingly inimitable clouds; or whether you place it amidst every droplet of tantalizingly mesmerizing rain cascading; makes not even the most infinitesimal of difference. Terrorism will always remain tyrannically abominable Terrorism. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the tangily undulating waves; or whether you place it amidst the fathomlessly jubilant shores; makes not even the most ethereal of difference. Indiscrimination will always remain pathetically maiming Indiscrimination. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the poignantly scarlet rose; or whether you place it amidst the mist of everlastingly burgeoning scent; makes not even the most transient of difference. War will always remain hedonistically slandering War. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the vivaciously intrepid tree; or whether you place it amidst the compassionately impregnable roots; makes not even the most obfuscated of difference. Fear will always remain wantonly inexplicable Fear. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the unassailably humanitarian dwelling; or whether you place it amidst the insuperably emollient foundations of righteousness; makes not even the most obliterated of difference. Cold-bloodedness will always remain diabolically unsavory Cold-bloodedness. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the pricelessly egalitarian sky; or whether you place amidst the unconquerably redolent earth; makes not even the most obsolete of difference. Slavery will always remain preposterously forlorn Slavery. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the vividly victorious rainbow; or whether you place it amidst the ecstatically galloping atmosphere; makes not even the most evaporating of difference. Hysteria will always remain lividly impotent Hysteria. 967

Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the effulgently sparkling meadows; or whether you place it amidst the resplendently sensuous dewdrops; makes not even the most inconspicuous of difference. Depression will always remain intolerably crucifying Depression. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the optimistically flaming Sun; or whether you place it amidst unflinchingly royal golden rays; makes not even the most insouciant of difference. Dishonesty will always remain traumatically truculent Dishonesty. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the incomparably voluptuous gorge; or whether you place it amidst the most astoundingly stupefying tranquility; makes not even the most imperturbable of difference. Politics will always remain sacrilegiously depraving Politics. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the peerlessly unsurpassable moon; or whether you place it amidst the most iridescently twinkling shimmer; makes not even the most fugitive of difference. Rape will always remain unforgivably sinful Rape. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the eternally Omniscient temple; or whether you place it amidst infinite rivers of miraculous holiness; makes not even the most disappearing of difference. Corruption will always remain disgustingly deteriorating Corruption. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the unceasingly symbiotic brain; or whether you place it amidst an endless unconquerable dreams of glorious brotherhood; makes not even the most inane of difference. Prostitution will always remain satanically abject Prostitution. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the impeccably pristine oyster; or whether you place it amidst the most indomitably benign shimmer of innocence; makes not even the most ephemeral of difference. Laziness will always remain lackadaisically meaningless Laziness. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the tirelessly ever-pervading paradise; or whether you place it amidst the amiably dancing fairies of tomorrow; makes not even the most nonchalant of difference. Betrayal will always remain gratuitously demonic Betrayal. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of mellifluously harmonious beehive; or whether you place it amidst all the rhapsodically interminable 968

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sweetness of the Universe; makes not even the most feckless of difference. Devilishness will always remain horrifically penalizing Devilishness. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the undefeatedly Omnipotent saint; or whether you place it amidst every sermon of invincibly coalescing humanity; makes not even the most flickering of difference. And Death will always remain inevitably torturous Death. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of unshakably Omnipresent Heaven; or whether you place it amidst every veritably blessed ingredient on this Universe; makes not even the most hapless of difference.

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In every sensuously enamoring woman that I philandered with; timelessly flirting and cavorting behind the freshly rain soaked hills of paradise, In every beautifully intrepid lane that I traversed through; leading every uncontrollably exultating pore of my body; into an unceasing gorge of interminably burgeoning adventure, In every salubriously scintillating meal that I rapaciously devoured; to celestially mollify the haplessly disgruntling pangs of hunger; shooting like thunderbolts of lightening in my emaciated intestines, In every jubilantly effulgent droplet of dew that I held in my outstretched palms; profoundly reinvigorating each of my haplessly impoverished senses; with the profuse bewilderment of bewitching mother nature, In every conceivable open patch of sky that I sighted with my naked eye; as the Sun unrelentingly sizzled a handsomely inimitable golden, In every sip of bounteously crystalline water that I poignantly sipped; letting the quintessential liquid uninhibitedly soothe every treacherously mangled chord of my discordant throat, In every living being that I wholeheartedly embraced in my walk towards eternally fructifying success; by the grace of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord, In every tangible and intangibly rhapsodic tune that drifted into my obliviously trembling eardrums; alleviating me of all my misery and inexplicably asphyxiating pain, In every blade of grass that I endlessly frolicked with; unabashedly tossing and turning; under the mischievously twinkling carpet of pristine stars, In every triumphantly ecstatic mirror that I sighted my reflection; candidly unraveling each bit of goodness and inevitable badness in my life; like the cry of an impeccably newborn child, In every robustly fascinating fruit that I plucked from the gargantuan tree; whose unbelievably ubiquitous juice I relished; till times beyond infinite infinity, 970

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In every frostily undulating sea that I indefatigably swam; of course inevitably and in the end; miserably floundering to kiss the boundless opposite end; with my singular hands and feet, In every barren sheet of innocuous paper that I inundated with my writings; not preferring the slightest to leave even a singleton speck of open space; between the lines I perpetually embossed, In every bit of rustically chocolate brown soil that I ploughed; to sow the seeds of fantastically divine virility; and upon which I made my royal bed every iridescently beaming night, In every piece of quintessentially Spartan cloth that clung to the contours of my nimble body; unflinchingly sequestering me all night and day; from the acrimoniously intolerable heat; inconsolably unbearable cold; storm and rain, In every aristocratically painted brick that I used in the foundation of my compassionately comforting dwelling; that bore my weight fearlessly; against the mightiest of mayhem and vindictive maelstrom, In every spell-bindingly pungent fantasy that my ignited brain perceived; which was infact my sole and the most ardent source of blissfully leading each destined moment of my priceless life, In every heartily exuberant slap of wind that embraced me uncalled; tirelessly engendering me to romanticize in a land more bountifully replete than; victoriously blossoming paradise, In every passionately fiery kiss that I indulged into; making me feel the most extraordinarily virile and unassailable organism; on the trajectory of this fathomlessly resurgent Universe, If not anything; and I really really don’t care even an ethereal trifle; but I definitely; and at even a cost greater than every of my perennially rejuvenating breath; wanted SPICE; SPICE AND LIMITLESSLY MAGICAL SPICE….

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TOMORROW- THE MOST PERPETUALLY TRUE CHAMPION… “Yesterday”; was bizarrely pessimistic; morosely lingering into the treacherously inexplicable past; for no ostensible rhyme or reason, “Today”; is stringently pragmatic; reminding you of your definitive set of responsibilities; towards your kin and every harmoniously spell-binding echelon of mankind, “Just now”; is stupendously exhilarating; with the unstoppably inevitable whirlwinds of action; celestially unfurling right infront of your eyes, But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most indomitably optimistic of them all; with invincible horizons of hope; charting undyingly brand new pathways of unfettered success; on every step that you would ever dare to undertake…. 1…. “Yesterday”; was threadbarely pessimistic; fretfully reminiscing into the sinfully dolorous past; which was of the most unsurpassably nonsensical value to every living being holistically alive, “Today” is astutely pragmatic; triggering every tangible and intangible pore of your skin; to tirelessly fight for survival of the robustly fittest, “Just Now” is innovatively exhilarating; with the panoramically untainted valleys of adventure; profoundly romanticizing with the intrepidly vivacious whites of your eye, But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most brilliantly optimistic of them all; with a whole new uninhibited civilization of ardent hope; knocking victoriously upon every impoverished rib of your chest…. 2…. “Yesterday” was deliriously pessimistic; maniacally clinching to the morbidly incarcerating past; which had already disappeared like the lame dogs tail; into the sadistically sinful corpses of oblivion, “Today” is irrefutably pragmatic; perpetuating you to solely walk forward; into the quintessential routines of the world; and as straight as the blazingly fiery rays of the Sun, “Just Now” is fearlessly exhilarating; wherein even the most magnetic bolts of thunder from the sky; 972

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cascaded at your weary feet; before you emanate your very next breath, But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most unassailably optimistic of them all; when every fresh ray of rhapsodically triumphant dawn; reinvigorates life into even the most hopelessly motionless and dead…. 3… “Yesterday” was diabolically pessimistic; forlornly brooding into the past; and letting its lugubrious jinx; insouciantly dull even the most ecstatically jubilant of your nerves, “Today” is unconquerably pragmatic; confronting even the most ghastliest of situation; with the boundless valor of a poignantly unabashed warrior, “Just Now” is amazingly exhilarating; when the winds of instantaneous romance and timelessly unbridled fantasy; swept you of your resplendent feet; like a majestically Omnipotent prince, But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most undefeatedly optimistic of them all; wherein your every philanthropically humble desire; has an insuperable chance of metamorphosing into Omnipresent reality…. 4… “Yesterday” was hopelessly pessimistic; wantonly burrowing into the maiming past; and wholesomely allowing the most intolerably hedonistic spasms of negativity; to rule supreme in every pore of your lambasted form, “Today” is beautifully pragmatic; giving you no option whatsoever of wailing over your battered destiny; as each stroke of oncoming wind; vociferously commands you to symbiotically acclimatize to the current moment, “Just Now” is compassionately exhilarating; as you immediately witness all the burgeoning virile and truculently bad; unfurling right infront of your eyes; and happening handsomely live on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe, But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most sparklingly optimistic of them all; as the chapters of everlastingly proliferating life royally replace the coffins of inevitably gory and lackadaisical death… 973

SLEEP… Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost dormitories of your brain to think of nothing else but; disdainfully decrepit and treacherously sluggish; laziness. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost caverns of your brain to think of nothing else but; impotently tormented and ignominiously lecherous; dormancy. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost shelves of your brain to think of nothing else but; hopelessly extinguishing and inexplicably blackened; oblivion. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost hollows of your brain to think of nothing else but; nonchalantly embarrassing and indefatigably slandering; yawns. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost gorges of your brain to think of nothing else but; transiently hapless and morbidly darkened; incarceration. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost molecules of your brain to think of nothing else but; inexplicably torturous and diabolically penalizing; waywardness. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost cisterns of your brain to think of nothing else but; ominously unsolicited and wantonly crucifying; frustration. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost maps of your brain to think of nothing else but; inconsolably unforgivable and inexorably feckless; nothingness. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost tunnels of your brain to think of nothing else but; uncannily crippling and hedonistically reverberating; fear. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost epitomes of your brain to think of nothing else but; insurmountably maiming and quintessentially criminal; wastage. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost labyrinths of your brain to think of nothing else but; wretchedly bewildering and psychotically hapless; amorphousness. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously 974

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triggered the innermost ingredients of your brain to think of nothing else but; ephemerally sinister and hideously threatening; blindness. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost festoons of your brain to think of nothing else but; unwontedly obsolete and unsurpassably embarrassing; snores. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost nerves of your brain to think of nothing else but; ludicrously non-existent and meaninglessly oblivious; impotency. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost impressions of your brain to think of nothing else but; gruesomely stinking and indelibly sacrilegious; stagnation. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost lanterns of your brain to think of nothing else but; evanescently self-induced and devilishly resonating; impoverishedness. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost trajectories of your brain to think of nothing else but; salaciously decaying and lividly imperiling; disease. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost bowels of your brain to think of nothing else but; ethereally morose and sadistically moaning; corpse. Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost figments of your brain to think of nothing else but; unfortunately lambasting and fervently nostalgic; goodbye. But I ask all of you living beings on this fathomlessly iridescent and Omnipotent Universe; that can you remain unconquerably AWAKE without divinely “SLEEP”….

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DEATH – A COUNTLESS TIMES BETTER… It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of tawdrily inconsolable isolation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of resplendently destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of murderously ungainly abuse; an infinite times every unfurling instant of beautifully destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of unforgivably criminal torture; an infinite times every unfurling instant of vivaciously destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of acrimoniously ribald humiliation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of bountifully destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of hedonistically abominable slavery; an infinite times every unfurling instant of symbiotically destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of atrociously cannibalistic vindication; an infinite times every unfurling instant of iridescently destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of baselessly trembling fear; an infinite times every unfurling instant of redolently destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of inexplicably tormenting disease; an infinite times every unfurling instant of celestially destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of cannibalistically sacrilegious uncertainty; an infinite times every unfurling instant of mellifluously destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of horrifically wanton impeachment; an infinite times every unfurling instant of jubilantly destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very 976

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minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of horrendously asphyxiating oblivion; an infinite times every unfurling instant of triumphantly destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of unceremoniously treacherous debauchery; an infinite times every unfurling instant of effulgently destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of intolerably filthy stench; an infinite times every unfurling instant of poignantly destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of preposterously pathetic decay; an infinite times every unfurling instant of eclectically destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of inanely meaningless infertility; an infinite times every unfurling instant of compassionately destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of venomously decrepit stagnation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of effervescently destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of worthlessly demonic prejudice; an infinite times every unfurling instant of sparklingly destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of bawdily worthless manipulation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of majestically destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of truculently lambasted frustration; an infinite times every unfurling instant of beamingly destined life, It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of indefatigably nonchalant hopelessness; an infinite times every unfurling instant of symbiotically destined life, And it was a countless better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of perpetually maiming cowardice; an infinite times every unfurling instant of victoriously destined life….

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LIFE GIVES BIRTH TO HAPPINESS Clouds give birth to tantalizing droplets of rain; pacifying the murderous agony of scorching desert sands, Rose gives birth to stupendously ravishing fragrance; casting a spell of unconquerable happiness in those lives; deluged with horrendous despair, Sun gives birth to magnificently flamboyant rays; filtering a path of profuse optimism in every space; tottering towards helpless extinction, Soil gives birth to rhapsodic fountains of fruit and water; ensuring that none remained disastrously famished; for centuries immemorial, Ocean gives birth to tantalizingly tangy globules of salt; inundating drab existence with cloudbursts of spice and insurmountable poignancy, Stars give birth to an incredulously serene calm; miraculously metamorphosing the complexion of the ghastly night; into one shimmering with milky pearls, Leaves give birth to exuberantly fluttering breeze; enveloping dreary souls in its ebulliently vociferous swirl; as it merrily whipped by, Benevolence gives birth to invincible humanity; incessantly reigning as the supreme leader; even as the planet entangled in webs of lechery and salacious malice, Freedom gives birth to the innermost expression; the mesmerizing fulmination of a persons senses; which propels him to blissfully lead an infinite more lives, Mother gives birth to the perpetually divine; the immaculately wailing offspring for which; God’s specially descended down from fathomless cosmos to bless, Truth gives birth to harmonious unity; organisms from all across the unfathomable planet; embracing each other irrespective of prejudice; caste or creed, Honesty gives birth to intransigent conviction; an astronomical within the most feeble of entities; to catapult to the pinnacle of ultimate success, Fantasy gives birth to turbulently seductive desire; relentlessly exploring and absorbing the unsurpassable beauty lingering on this planet, Perseverance gives birth to glorious rays of newness; evolving and achieving even the most inconspicuous of your philanthropic dream; as golden perspiration trickled under the sweltering Sun, 978

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Faith gives birth to the incomprehensibly unbelievable; with man successfully shooting to the summit of the impossible; uttering the name of the entity he adored, Conscience gives birth to irrefutable righteousness; which the even the entire wealth on this spuriously bombastic world; miserably failed to purchase, Eyes give birth to profoundly caressing empathy; wholeheartedly commiserating and bonding; with even the most remotest of alien in devastating pain,’ Love gives birth to indispensably precious survival; the everlasting spirit to celestially exist; beyond ones ordinary time, And life gives birth to perennial happiness; an unconquerably sacred joy and bliss that makes each birth; exist in symbiotic synergy with the bountifully divine…

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SLEEP STILL REFUSED Even though I ran boundless kilometers on the trot; with the sun flaming full throttle on the nimble pores of my visage, Sleep still incorrigibly defied my eyes; even as my legs as heavy as the overwhelmingly gargantuan mountain range; inundated with acrid thorns… Even though I indefatigably read all throughout the heart of the sultry night; with the whites of my eyes metamorphosing to an ominously venomous red, Sleep still immutably eluded my bleary countenance; even as each ingredient of my blood crawled towards the tenterhooks of inevitable extinction…. Even though I ate the most appetizing meals on this colossal Universe; appeasing the gluttony of my visage to the most unprecedented limits, Sleep still insidiously betrayed my soul; even as each pore of my flesh badly wailed to perennially rest…. Even though I ploughed infinite distance on the roll; like an avalanche of ice; pathetically melting under the choking fireball of Sun, Sleep still treacherously dawdled from my conscience; even as the impoverished caricature of my skull; pledged to devastatingly disentangle itself from my sagging shoulders…. Even though I bulldozed my way through the disdainfully mighty battle; eloping countless lands barefoot; saving my skin from the lecherous traitors, Sleep still drifted unfathomable miles from my drearily dwindling bones; even as the most intricate dormitories of my brain; lambasted like a billion snakes every unleashing minute…. Even though I hoisted a battalion of unsurpassable bricks over my shoulders; indefatigably cutting across the deplorable dungeon of gloom lingering ahead, Sleep still miserably obfuscated my drowning persona; even as I died an incomprehensible number of deaths in my body inside…. Even though I swam intransigently across the torrentially choppy ocean; exerting the astronomically brute force of my bones; against the vociferously roaring storm, Sleep still maniacally vindicated my senses; even as each hair on my demeanor; pathetically decayed to coalesce with threadbare soil…. Even though I wept for centuries immemorial; 980

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infiltrating my vision deliberately with a million needles soaked in scorpion blood, Sleep still repelled each of my insurmountably tyrannical body; even as the last ounce of robust exhilaration wholesomely evaporated from my heart and soul… And even as the entire Universe slept in blissful peace; snoring in the aisles of perpetual contentment and mystical enthrallment; outside, Sleep still refused to enter my blood; my body; my soul; As although I had achieved the most cherished missions of my life; my eyes continued to frantically grope for the love of their lives; the mate of their dreams; the mate that made them fantasize and dream; even while they were open and alive…

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I WAS FED UP

I was fed up of being parasitically dependant, Not of my irrevocable weight; inevitably squelching loose chunks of soil as I walked… I was fed up of being worthlessly pampered, Not of my unrelenting festoon of fantasies; which tirelessly cuddled me; beyond the ultimate epitomes of mesmerizing enthrallment… I was fed up of going to manipulatively uncouth office, Not of indefatigably working to achieve my art; rise to be the absolute best in my romantically voluptuous passions of existence… I was fed up of being sympathetically fed, Not of rightfully earning my share of appetizing meal; from earth’s fathomless reserve of ravishingly bountiful endowment… I was fed up of ostentatiously spurious relationships, Not of blending with bonds of eternal love and philanthropic friendship; making me the richest entity alive on the trajectory of this boundless Universe… I was fed up with cowards who were infidel, Not of innocuously bouncing infants; capriciously changing their moods; even as the winds nimbly changed the slightest of their direction.. I was fed up of taking things for granted, Not of the wonderfully intrinsic processes of my body; which functioned like astoundingly meticulous clockwork all night and day; to keep me blissfully alive… I was fed up of casual approaches to lead life, Not of the serene calm which enveloped my mind; propelling me to focus on the unsurpassable myriad of things; yet to be destined… I was fed up of being tyrannically dictated, Not of being a perennially obedient slave of true love; bowing down in revered obeisance to the flower of humanity; which invincibly lingered all over the planet… I was fed up of youth staring lackadaisically towards fading horizons, Not of the intrepidly endowed soldier; who sacrificed his life for his motherland; without even batting an 982

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eye… I was fed up witnessing people polishing the shoes of their pompously inflated boss, Not of the patriotic stalwarts; kissing their goals incessantly even while in their sleep; hugging inseparably to their benevolent mission in life… I was fed up of ghastly war and indiscriminate bloodshed, Not of the unfathomable rebel in my soul; which resolved to scrap injustice and hatred; from the tiniest core of their non-existent roots… I was fed up of the mockingly hollow rules of the conventional society, Not of my stringently incorrigible conviction to fight till I shed the last iota of breath; for the soul mate of my life… I was fed up of the shadows of the ominously evil, Not of the most magnanimous reflections of sharing; the unconquerable shimmers of unity that remained alive even after sunset… I was fed up of the brutally insensitive odor of profound commercialism, Not of the golden perspiration that melodiously cascaded down my palms; gloriously depicting the blissfully enduring fruits of my wholehearted turmoil… I was fed up of lecherously sinister betrayal, Not of the wilderness of my rampantly throbbing heart; which made me exuberantly explore in a million different directions; every unleashing minute… I was fed up of bombastically assisted at each conjecture of survival, Not of the impregnable power of my conscience; which made me unflinchingly confront the most acrimonious of obstacle; with fireballs of faith engulfing my eyes… And I was fed up of treacherously chained life, Not of the immortal spirit of existence; which was so strong; that it made live an infinite lives more; even though I wanted to die…

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NO GUARANTEE I can give you my life; precious years of my overwhelmingly sacred existence; at the tiniest of your commands, But I take no guarantee of my brain; an irascible volcano which devastates; at times higher than the sky; while at times embedding itself infinite kilometers beneath the grave… I can give you my life; each iota of wealth that I had assimilated; at the slightest cry of your painstaking distress, But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times romanticizing in the aisles of desire; while at times licking raw sands like an insane lunatic… I can give you my life; showering upon you all the mesmerizing happiness that lingered around my countenance; when you stumbled brutally on every path, But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times glistening like the epitome of ultimate prosperity; while at times indefatigably barking like a wounded dog; slithering towards the corridors of extinction… I can give you my life; bestowing upon you all the goodness that profusely circumvented my soul; when you spoke of the tiniest of discomfort, But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times blossoming vibrantly like a vivacious peacock; while at times sadistically whipping itself with ghastly chains of diabolical hell… I can give you my life; sacrificing every smile that besieged my rubicund lips; to witness you harness the true essence of existence, But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times relishing the fruits of nature in celestially harmonious melody; while at times disastrously unable to breathe; imprisoned in chains of self destruction and diffidence… I can give you my life; embellishing each path you tread on; with streams of my very own crimson blood; nourishing you with my breath to a land more exotic than paradise, But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times harvesting the most wonderful fantasies on this Universe; while at times hissing ominously on the 984

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lanes of isolated malice… I can give you my life; pacifying your every unfinished desire; even as you bounced in stupendously supreme contentment and intrigue, But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times invincibly towering above all on this planet; while at times traumatizing itself like a billion scorpion bites… I can give you my life; inundating your haplessly empty palms with the most beautiful gifts on this planet; ensuring that you walked on a silken carpet while thorns of treachery; savagely pierced my eyes, But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times as impeccable as mothers milk; while at times obsessively trying to lambaste its unfathomable repertoire of; untapped potential… And I can give you my life; seeing to it that you led an infinite more lives of bliss; relinquishing my breath as many number of times, But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times ubiquitously disseminating the essence of divine; while at times a satanic demon; penalizing me for apparently no fault of mine…

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PERFECTLY O.K.

Laziness is perfectly O.K.; as long as you ensure a world of dream and tantalizing fantasy for your fellow mates; engulfed with hopeless despair, Overwhelming frustration is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure; blissfully smooth pathways; for your Nation marching towards everlasting prosperity, Weakness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure Herculean strength; for all those tottering towards the brink of horrendous extinction, Boredom is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure stupendously jubilant rhapsody for destitute urchins; disastrously shivering without their parents, Darkness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure a fabulous civilization of vibrantly optimistic light; for all organisms brutally incarcerated within dungeons of despicable blackness, Monotony is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure a planet more voluptuously ravishing than paradise; for all those treacherously blinded; without the tiniest iota of sight, To bleed is perfectly O.K; as long as you miraculously heal the savagely vindicated wounds of patriotic comrades injured in war, Overwhelmingly diminutive is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that the severely maimed slithering on soil; attained a status more invincible than the Himalayas, Being a bedraggled beggar was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that all mothers diabolically kicked by the hideously conventional society; metamorphosed to the most opulent beings on this boundless Universe, Reducing to a bundle of inconspicuous ash was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure to procreate countless more entities of your kind; marvelously philandering under resplendent rays of the milky moon, Painstakingly slow is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that your gruesomely debilitated compatriots; raced like a tornado past the finishing line, Staying insurmountably famished was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; all those satanically starved; replenished their bellies with exotically enticing food, Dithering to a mute shadow was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; the seed of perpetual humanity 986

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blossomed into an impregnable tree, Pathetically dark is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; all faces enveloped with disease and sooty dust; transformed into the most mesmerizing silhouettes; on this earth, Utter dumbness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; the voice of each deplorably tyrannized; poignantly reached the ultimate harbingers of solidarity and peace, Ludicrously drowning is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; all those innocent children lost; safely reached their formidably secure abodes, Indefatigably weeping is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; a perennially proliferating smile; lit up the faces of all those besieged with traumatized agony and inexplicable pain, Aimlessly sky gazing is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that; a wave of insatiable ambition enveloped all those rendered jobless; and disdainfully slavering without a firm purpose in life, Sacrificing the love of your life was perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure that a wave of unconquerable love; united every broken heart in the swirl of compassionately revered relationship, And relinquishing breath wholeheartedly is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure life in every dead thereafter; creating infinite of your kind; every time the earth was born again; and again and again…

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THE GREATEST GIFT The greatest gift that the tree could shower upon this earth; was its stupendous myriad of bountiful fruits and exotic berries, The greatest gift that the sky could shower upon this earth; was torrential downpours of ravishing rain, The greatest gift that the ocean could shower upon this earth; was ingratiatingly tangy hillocks of mesmerizing salt, The greatest gift that the cow could shower upon this earth; was impeccably glistening globules of sacrosanct milk, The greatest gift that the roses could shower upon this earth; was their astounding entrenchment of spell binding scent, The greatest gift that the Sun could shower upon this earth; was its Omnipotent festoon of enchantingly golden rays, The greatest gift that the forests could shower upon this earth; was their enigmatic wilderness; metamorphosing mundane reality into an enigmatic paradise, The greatest gift that the artist could shower upon this earth; was his unfathomable reservoir of profusely poignant artistry, The greatest gift that the cuckoo could shower upon this earth; was its explicitly candid voice; which infiltrated like a majestic prince; at the crack of every ethereal dawn, The greatest gift that the lake could shower upon this earth; was its magnanimous tranquility; the rejuvenating serenity in its nimble lap, The greatest gift that the mother could shower upon this earth; was her innocently frolicking and divinely offsprings, The greatest gift that the soldier could shower upon this earth; was irrefutable triumph; for his treacherously tyrannized motherland, The greatest gift that the teacher could shower upon this earth; was its robust young citizens; surging towards a brilliantly optimistic tomorrow, The greatest gift that the fire could shower upon this earth; was its compassionate inferno of comforting flames; illuminating the ghastly blackness of the night with; the winds of untamed excitement, 988

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The greatest gift that the pearl could shower upon this earth; was its royally charismatic aura; which embraced all with an everlasting shine, The greatest gift that the breath could shower upon this earth; was instilling new life; inevitably proliferate the chapter of existence for an infinite times, The greatest gift that the heart could shower upon this earth; was insatiable energy to achieve the most impossible of fabulous dreams, The greatest gift that Man could shower upon this earth; was the spirit of philanthropic humanity; benevolently walking shoulder to shoulder with another of his fellow kind, And the greatest gift that God could shower upon this earth; was immortal love; is immortal love; and will remain immortal love forever….

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TREATING EACH DAY AS A SUNDAY

God created all seven days of the week alike; to bask in the glory of Nature’s bountiful endowment and enjoy, It was man who embraced a festoon of spurious idiosyncrasies; frolicking in the aisles of divinely heaven only on a Sunday; while he perspired worse than a dog; on all other days... God created all seven days of the week alike; to poignantly blend with the mesmerizing beauty of this colossal Universe, It was man who murdered himself with his own framework of rules; celebrating only on a Sunday; while he tossed and squirmed like an insipid worm; all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to majestically fulfill your duties; let the enchanting stream of shimmering moonlight; pacify you beyond eternal times, It was man who disdainfully messed up life with manipulative business; ruling like an unconquerable king on a Sunday; while he literally licked the dust of the roads; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to philanthropically march ahead with all living kind; soar through the crimson clouds with a desire to be triumphant glittering in your eyes, It was man who coined tyrannical definitions of his own; rejoiced and hugged his family only on a Sunday; while critically lambasting them with his frustration; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to dance in the aisles of uninhibited freedom; benevolently assist your ailing mates in inexplicable pain, It was man who acted more insanely than the devastatingly insane; adventuring through the hills only on a Sunday; while he compellingly measured each of his nonchalant footsteps; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to test your true mettle on this planet; celestially sleep in synergy with the unveiling of the gloriously star studded night, It was man who profoundly consulted the heinous devil; tossing his children only on a Sunday; while kicking them in the uncouth world outside to earn their own 990

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bread; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to rhapsodically inhale the scent of roses; romance and disseminate the gift of love; as each night descended by, It was man who savagely chopped his own feet with his axe; feeling the richest man alive only on a Sunday; while he spat irrevocably on his own treasury of brilliant fortune; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to explore and unite with all the exotically wonderful organisms wandering on mother earth, It was man who wanted to consume knives instead of supper; wholeheartedly unleashing his heart out only on a Sunday; while he jailed himself and his comrades together in a jail of claustrophobic despair; on all other days…. And if you couldn’t listen to God; I know for sure you would never listen to me; even if I quit life to tell you; to live life like a king; each day of the week, Don’t worry I have better alternatives still; you remain blessed writhing like a commercial commodity all your lives; while I was definitely the wealthiest man alive; treating each day as a Sunday…

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THOSE WHO EMBRACE Those who embrace exuberantly sparkling happiness, Inevitably have to accept deplorably despicable sadness; ooze tears of inexplicable sorrow; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace vibrantly optimistic beams of bright light, Inevitably have to accept bizarre blackness; dungeons of horrific despair; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace voluptuously exotic fragrance, Inevitably have to accept the corridors of disdainful odor; the tyranny of fetidly ghastly scent; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace formidable webs of profoundly glowing health, Inevitably have to accept the storms of disgustingly decaying disease; wither weak in tumultuous pain; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace unfathomable opulence; overwhelmed with an ocean of golden coin, Inevitably have to accept stark poverty; take the chill of the murderously chilly night on their barren chests; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace cloudbursts of compassionate warmth, Inevitably have to accept satanic nakedness; shiver uncontrollably beneath avalanches of diabolical ice; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace stupendously charismatic beauty, Inevitably have to accept ludicrous ugliness; get deluged by a gory entrenchment of devilish looks; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace intriguingly glorious dawn, Inevitably have to accept the gloominess of midnight; the sinister attack of frantic desperation; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace unprecedented realms of ultimate victory, Inevitably have to accept pathetic defeat; slither in miserable hopelessness towards oblivion; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace incredulously enthralling melody, Inevitably have to accept a prison of cacophonic croaking; savagely inundate their souls with incoherently pugnacious voice; at some stage of their lives…. 992

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Those who embrace unsurpassable fireballs of ambition, Inevitably have to accept treacherous helplessness; march on a blanket of insidiously cold blooded snakes; at some stage of their lives.. Those who embrace impregnable tornadoes of Herculean power, Inevitably have to accept appalling deterioration; reducing to grotesque skeletons of their pompous self; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace tantalizing morsels of appetizing food each hour, Inevitably have to accept obdurate stones; a fountain of deceptively acrimonious thorns; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace perpetual walls of security like a prince, Inevitably have to accept uncouth bloodbaths; indiscriminate anecdotes of barbarism; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace caverns of immaculately shimmering perfection, Inevitably have to accept glaring goofups; stumble ridiculously from the absolute summit; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace passionately dear ones, Inevitably have to accept devastating partition; a feeling of being split into an infinite pieces; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace unfathomably startling grandeur, Inevitably have to accept infinitesimally threadbare reality; lick the dust of the manipulative streets; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace mesmerizing serenity and calm, Inevitably have to accept a conglomerate of irascible mosquitoes; get stung by the hideous hooded scorpion; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace aristocratically glittering stardom, Inevitably have to accept a mass rejection; sighting their reflection in inconspicuous spit; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace the clouds of uninhibited freedom, Inevitably have to accept rusty shackles of incarceration; spending countless hours beneath the roof of gory jail; at some stage of their lives…. Those who embrace a beehive of exhilarating sweetness, Inevitably have to accept ignominious criticism; rot in the river of utter bitterness; at some stage of their lives… 993

Those who embrace celestially medieval sainthood, Inevitably have to accept the lechery of this conventional society; the whiplashes of perilously commercial reality; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace insurmountably poetic softness, Inevitably have to accept the cannibalistic maelstrom of business; blend with horrendous rules and spurious regulations; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace divinely ideals of irrefutable truth, Inevitably have to accept a pugnacious battlefield of condemnable lies; get slapped by traumatic racism; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace impeccable cleanliness at each step they tread, Inevitably have to accept derogatory bruises; gutters indefatigably overflowing with filth; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace vivacious spurts of unequivocal enthusiasm, Inevitably have to accept insane dullness; the daggerheads of strangulating boredom; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace spellbinding festoons of magical tricks, Inevitably have to accept mundane stock markets; wade through the ominously precarious marshes; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace unrelenting philandering through the captivatingly moonlit hills, Inevitably have to accept the invidiously sinking sands of the deserts; the marshy swamps laden with menacing crocodiles; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace fabulous childhood in the lap of their mother, Inevitably have to accept the brashness of the dastardly society; tremendous ostracism from rigid sects; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace whirlwind speeds at every turn they negotiate, Inevitably have to accept the hindside of the tortoise; completely crippling muteness; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace dizzy heights of success since first cry of birth, Inevitably have to accept a mountain of mock failures; the wailing ashes of shameful defeat; at some stage of their lives… 994

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Those who embrace waterfalls of thunderous excitement, Inevitably have to accept dwindling energy; a famished cry of relinquishing desire; at some stage of their lives…. Those who embrace the realms of poignantly holy marriage, Inevitably have to accept painful separation from their beloved; die a boundless death each instant while still living; at some stage of their lives… Those who embrace robustly enchanting life, Inevitably have to accept the perils of veritable death; resting in perpetual silence at some stage beneath the ghastly metal of their morbid grave… But those who embrace love at each word they utter; at each foot they alight, Inevitably have to accept only love; love and immortal love; till the time God commands them to live; and even centuries after when their perennial spirits continue to exist; although they quit breath and die

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Success is not just; placing the roof of Everest directly into your palms, Infact it lies in conquering the same; with untamed exhilaration in your bones; with a spirit of profuse thrill lingering all over your twinkling countenance… Success is not just; blessing you with an ocean of gold; as you woke up from the heart of deep sleep, Infact it lies in assiduously persevering your way to it; with an unrelenting desire to be triumphant at every stage… Success is not just; placing a platter of tantalizing food before you; even as you nimbly uttered “F”, Infact it lies in ploughing soil under the acrimonious Sun; poignantly perspiring to sow and harness the marvelous fruits of a dynamically vibrant tomorrow… Success is not just; gifting you the key to the most grandiloquent castle in this colossal Universe, Infact it lies in constructing it brick by brick; blending your blood in its impregnable walls; to reside in it; for infinite more births of yours yet to come… Success is not just; endowing you with all stupendous beauty; which incessantly titillates and mesmerizes this planet, Infact it lies in dedicating countless lifetimes in savoring its charm; devoting yourself mind; body and soul to relish each of its exotically ravishing forms… Success is not just; uttering an I LOVE YOU; to every beautiful damsel you encountered on the trajectory of this earth, Infact it lies in tirelessly proving yourself to it; burning like a thousand candles every instant; to see your partner blossom into; the fragrant flower of bountiful prosperity…. Success is not just; deluging you from all sides with gigantic textbooks of sagacious truth; even as you walked in a land of foolhardy cowardice, Infact it lies in disseminating its irrefutably sacrosanct essence; spreading its Omnipotent light to the most remotest iota of this mammoth globe… Success is not just; making you the strongest entity breathing in this world; even as you yawned languidly towards the dreary moon, Infact it lies in invincible conviction engulfing your 996

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visage; the uninhibited catharsis of your heart and body; which made your tiny bodied caricature; the most immortal organism alive… And success is not just; showering upon you a boundless births; even as you compulsively lived each moment of your worthless life, Infact it lies in audaciously plunging into the valley of exuberant adventure; victoriously emerging from the deepest of coffins; saluting and embracing existence; as the ultimate of its kind….

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The more unrelentingly that you stretched it; the more did it explore; every cranny of this astoundingly fathomless Universe, The more incessantly that you taxed it; the more incomprehensibly sharper did it become; as the minutes unfurled, The more indefatigably that you kept it awake; the more rhapsodically did it fantasize; about the voluptuously exotic creations of this planet, The more ardently that you stirred it; the more boundlessly did it fulminate into a marvelous festoon of ideas; which possessed the invincible power to blend sky with chocolate brown soil, The more unendingly that you manipulated it; the more shrewdly astute did it become; contemplating infinite steps further; before even you could actually alight your nimble foot, The more tumultuously that you let it loose; the more rampantly did it wander; tirelessly adding fabulous dimensions to the dwindling chapter of existence, The more ferociously that you reprimanded it; the more stupendously did it coin it plans; to infiltrate through the most impregnable of chains, The more magnanimously that you unleashed it; the more prudence and knowledge did it imbibe; grasping an incredulous ocean of newness as the sun peeped from behind scarlet clouds, The more that you made it run; the more uncontrollable did it become; relentlessly chasing its favorite fetish; even as your soul left for its celestial abode, The more that you teased it; the more gloriously stupefying inventions did it produce; wholesomely metamorphosing the definitions of monotonously mundane tomorrow, The more that you made it perennially sleep; the more dreams did it marvelously perceive; enchantingly galloping in a land beyond fathomlessly wonderful paradise, The more that you challenged it; the more immortally formidable did it become; registering unconquerable triumph on every adversity; which lingered invidiously 998

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in gigantic atmosphere, The more that you seductively burnt it; the more passionately did it catapult towards jubilant cosmos; profusely stimulating the dreariness of the ghastly night, The more that you sadistically whipped it; the more uncontrollably did it race towards extinction; brutally transcending the blissful synergies of symbiotic relationships, The more that you tried to conventionally incarcerate it; the more bonds did it form with the winds of ultimate freedom; royally galloping to fulfill its romantic missions in life, The more that you torched it with volcano’s of hatred; the more faster did it head towards the pathways of self destruction; maliciously closing breath from all quarters of hope, The more that you pompously polished it; the more compassionately did it embrace the rustic roots of rudimentary existence; abhorring aliens as much as a fish abhors dry sand, The more you commanded it to love; the more devotedly did it exist for countless more births yet to come; deluging each element of your survival with everlasting happiness, Worse than a child at times; Conquering barricades within a wink when in the perfect mood; Heading at electric speeds towards its grave without the slightest rhyme or reason; While at times taking an immutable pledge to be forever alive, THE HUMAN BRAIN WAS SOMETIMES YOUR OBEDIENT SLAVE, WHILE AT TIMES REFUSED ALL HEAVENS TO BE YOUR ULTIMATE MASTER…

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BLESSING YOU The water when imprisoned within the crystalline walls of mock glass; profusely abused you for mischievously toying and consuming it, However the same imparted unprecedented showers of untamed exhilaration; as you left it to cascade freely from the slopes of the mesmerizing Himalayas.. The birds when imprisoned within diabolical bars of circus cage; wept a thousand tears; fervently missing their counterparts soaring merrily amidst the clouds, However the same inundated your mundane ears with unfathomable melody; as you left them to flap fabulously under the golden carpet of free sunshine…. The creepers when imprisoned in sleazily artificial pots; cursed you every unveiling second for painstakingly strangulating their immaculate breath; exposing them to your worthless society, However the same triggered fireballs of unsurpassable passion in your every night; as you left them to wander rampantly in the mystically moonlit forests… The lips when imprisoned by your sonorous demeanor and clenched teeth; pugnaciously rebelled you to the point of despicable extinction, However when the same blossomed into all the smiles of your celestial life; as you left them to naturally stretch beyond the summits of the gorgeous valley… The horse when imprisoned in an everlasting myriad of buckles and straddle; insidiously neighed you the cry of a ghastly death, However the same transported you to help when you were dying; as you left it to thunderously philander through the honey coated pathways of the hills… The lid when imprisoned by your irrevocable stubbornness; pledged to make you relinquish your sight; the moments you desired it the most, However the same won you the ultimate love of your life; as you left it to flirtatiously wink; as Omnipotent light filtered harmoniously from the skies… The dreams when imprisoned by your mantras of manipulative commercialism; irrefutably decided to devastate you for murdering their heavenly aura with barbaric malice, However the same made you the most richest entity on this colossal Universe; as you left them to unrelentingly unleash till times beyond absolute eternity… 1000

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The slave when imprisoned within the heinous walls of your lecherous society; ardently prayed to poison your breath; as he polished the floors of your mansion with his tongue while you luxuriously slept, However the same was the sole warrior who defended you from the most inconspicuous of evil in air; when you left him to explore a fantastically beautiful world of his own… And the heart when imprisoned in chains of the conventional planet; cast a spell upon all tangible existing to metamorphose them into brutally squashed stones, However the same blessed you with an infinite lives beyond the most wildest of your imagination; as you left it to throb for the purpose it was created; for the purpose it wanted to wholesomely love and embrace…

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BUSINESS OF LOVE It was an everlasting business; in which there was not the slightest of obnoxiously adulterated give and take; in which every organism forever philandered on tantalizingly heavenly cloud nine, It was an enchanting business; in which there was not the slightest of diabolically cold-blooded barbarism; in which the fireball of unassailable truth transcended even the most infinitesimal iota of frigid insanity around, It was a sensuous business; in which there was not the slightest of disdainful rebuke; in which all that existed was the virtue of altruistic benevolence; for centuries unprecedented, It was an indomitable business; in which there was not the slightest gutter of slavering fear; in which perennially floated the paradise of unfathomably untainted desire, It was an unflinching business; in which there was not the slightest of commercial deliriousness; in which the mantra of impeccable symbiotism was the sole messiah to enlighten disastrously beleaguered lives, It was a unceasing business; in which there was not the slightest insinuation of maliciously devilish loss; in which the fragrance of togetherness compassionately bonded one and all; in the religion of mankind holistically alike, It was a voluptuous business; in which there was not the slightest innuendo of brutally pulverizing monotony; in which only the magnanimously tranquil mists of prosperity descended upon every living being and its kin, It was an enamoring business; in which there was not the slightest cranny of desperately embroiled politics; in which the eternal gardens of innocuously bountiful frolic sprouted on every conceivable portion of lackadaisical soil, It was a perpetual business; in which there was not the slightest wail of the indiscriminately rampaging devil; in which the birds of exuberantly unfettered freedom uninhibitedly soared in pristinely golden sky, It was an ardent business; in which there was not the slightest of vindictive loophole; in which every 1002

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ingredient of contumacious retribution was replaced by the sky of spell bindingly burgeoning peace, It was a record-breaking business; in which there was not the slightest of decrepit stinginess; in which the dimensions of convivially insuperable mankind loomed larger than every construable object on this planet, It was an undefeatable business; in which there were not the slightest of inexplicably terrorized tears; in which timelessly fructified the aisles of redolent beauty and endlessly serene desire, It was an ecstatic business; in which there was not the slightest of desolately dilapidated boredom or meaninglessness; in which the stars of unbelievably mesmerizing enthrallment twinkled for infinite more births yet to unveil, It was a magnetic business; in which there was not the slightest of bizarrely besmirching dereliction; in which inimitably towering precipices of; profoundly artistic sensuousness and glorious success, It was a resplendent business; in which there was not the slightest of miserable animosity; in which every breathing organism wonderfully blossomed amidst castles of majestically tireless unity, It was a triumphant business; in which there were not the slightest pendulums of rancid up’s and downs; in which the only path that miraculously evolved in front of everyone’s eyes; was the one which celestially led to the Omnipotent Divine, It was a philanthropic business; in which there was the not the slightest trace of hedonistic savagery; in which the voice that wafted from the innermost core of the innocently thundering heart; epitomized a brand new chapter of ebullient existence, It was a royal business; in which there was not the slightest of invidiously deteriorating lies; in which the rays of brilliantly Omnipresent truth; disseminated from the whites of every immaculately wandering eye, And how insatiably I wished every unraveling instant of the effulgent day and exhilarating night that each breath of mother earth was inexhaustibly embellished by it; every other business and manipulatively besieged entity on this boundless Universe adopted it; be blessed forever by the pricelessly IMMORTAL BUSINESS OF LOVE….

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NO HOLDBACKS There were times when I held dogmatically back my sleep; even though my disastrously beleaguered eyes felt like forever popping out of their brutally tyrannized sockets, There were times when I irretrievably held back my smiles; even though the corners of my lips miserably ached to profoundly blossom; till times beyond majestically glorious eternity, There were times when I irrevocably held back my hunger; even though the thunderously hedonistic reverberations in my stomach; woke even the most truculent of demons in the cosmos; from aisles of deep siesta, There were times when I stubbornly held back my triumph; even though the Sun of blistering success; came on my doorstep to uninhibitedly kiss my impoverished feet, There were times when I torturously held back my creativity; even though unsurpassable cloudbursts of blissfully fructifying fantasy; royally sprouted from every conceivable cranny of my mind, There were times when I uncaringly held back my tears; even though countless mirrors of hapless desperation shattered to horrendously maiming nothingness; inside the dormitories of my weeping soul, There were times when I resolutely held back my yawns; even though the insurmountably unceasing bedspreads of laziness; slowly and slowly lulled each of my senses into a soporific lullaby, There were times when I devoutly held back my aspirations; even though the rhapsodically ebullient fireball of optimistic dynamism; wholesomely circumscribed every ingredient of my effervescent blood, There were times when I fanatically held back my bravado; even though the winds of unflinching fearlessness; indefatigably perpetuated me to fight for justice till the very last bone down my spine thrived, There were times when I deliriously held back my frolic; even though the impeccably mischievous child in me; torturously asphyxiated to a prematurely decrepit end, There were times when I barbarously held back my 1004

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desires; even though the titillations of insatiable sensuality in the pores of my skin were more poignantly unconquerable; than streaks of regally white lightening in scarlet sky, There were times when I ungainly held back my philosophies; even though the unprecedented urge to disseminate the essence of gloriously unfettered mankind; spawned like an insuperable fortress in every comprehensible cranny of my countenance, There were times when I baselessly held back my dreams; even though the caverns of unfathomably effulgent excitement; timelessly burgeoned in every rivulet of crimson blood; that ecstatically encircled my brain, There were times when I nonsensically held back my freedom; even though every dormitory of my mind; body and victorious soul; wanted to timelessly kiss the ultimate apogees of tranquilly coruscated paradise, There were times when I immutably held back my poetry; even though the profoundly illuminated lanterns of bountiful sensitivity; caressed a miraculously new high in the fabric of my life, There were times when I bigotedly held back my fists; even though the urge to defend myself against the treacherously rapacious and indiscriminately marauding monsters; rose beyond the heavens in my diminutively nimble body, There were times when I intransigently held back my melody; even though the uncurbed desire to effusively blend with the colors of panoramic nature; passionately drifted from each word that I spoke, There were times when I intractably held back my breath; even though the invaluable instinct of sustaining life; tempestuously pounded like the entire force on this earth; upon my despairingly aggrieved and strangulated lungs, But at no time of my parsimoniously truncated life could I ever hold back the beats of my endlessly fervent heart; could I ever hold back the wave of unshakable romance that it perennially culminated into; could I ever dream of holding back my immortal love for you and only you; O! Pricelessly divine beloved….

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NO END-PRODUCTS The end product of indiscriminatingly venomous war; was the gruesome coffin of baselessly decrepit and rotting; prejudice, The end product of abjectly hypochondriacal insanity; was the forlornly malevolent dungeon of unceremoniously dilapidated and treacherously obnoxious; manipulation, The end product of monotonously decrepit commercialism; was the desolate web of abhorrently disdainful and lethally tyrannizing; regret, The end product of sinfully dastardly lies; was the fiendish gallows of disparagingly derogatory and nonchalantly ridiculing; poverty, The end product of indolently ignoramus illiteracy; was the pernicious well of devastatingly prurient and ignominiously lambasting; unemployment, The end product of devilishly irrational obsession; was the sinister gutter of hopelessly debilitating and disgustingly horrendous; emptiness, The end product of uncontrollably stinking expletives; was the pugnacious battlefield of truculently terrorizing and nastily demonic; hatred, The end product of salaciously whipping politics; was the hapless tornado of vindictively orphaned and traumatically feckless; decay, The end product of bizarrely delirious ghettoizm; was a shriveling civilization of unsolicitedly profane and remorsefully recoiling; fear, The end product of unreasonably oozing wounds; was a cadaverous spirit of disparagingly deteriorating and gorily grotesque; extinction, The end product of brutally excoriating injustice; was an annihilating avalanche of torridly impotent and parasitically ominous; retribution, The end product of lecherously unwarranted sleep; was a bawdily amorphous vacuum of maniacally decimating and forlornly weeping; frustration, The end product of ludicrously slavering cowardice; was an acrimonious pig stalk of worthlessly snarling and everlastingly lifeless; shit, The end product of invidiously maiming betrayal; was a convoluted whisker of inconspicuously erratic and listlessly evaporating; nothingness, The end product of atrociously murdering disrespect; were the ridiculous crutches of insipidly detrimental and rebelliously ballistic; self affliction, The end product of heartlessly hedonistic massacring; was the 1006

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satanically thrashing curtain of horrifically depriving and endlessly egregious; hell, The end product of barbarously knifing atheism; was the merciless gallows of inevitably flagrant and inexhaustibly cold-blooded death, The end product of sinfully incarcerating bachelorhood; was the jinxed corpse of indefatigably hurting and limitlessly penalizing; loneliness, But “Immortal Love” had not the tiniest of aftermath; as it kept perpetually proliferating into paradise of unassailably heavenly togetherness and eternally compassionate humanity for infinite more births yet to unveil; and had not the slightest of end or meaningless end-product…

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NO GAPS The gap between the brilliantly extreme “ North Pole” and supremely celestial “South Pole:” was infinite; yet you weren’t perturbed even an infinitesimally ethereal iota, The gap between blistering Sunlit “ East” and desolately whimpering “ West” was infinite; yet you weren’t disoriented even a clammily squelched iota, The gap between the enigmatically enchanting “Nature ”and disdainfully monotonous “ Concrete Building” was infinite; yet you weren’t hassled even an inconspicuously parsimonious iota, The gap between the fathomlessly iridescent “Sky” and frantically bombarded “Land ” was infinite; yet you weren’t bothered even an ephemerally shrinking iota, The gap between the nostalgically tempestuous “ Past ” and pragmatically placating “ Present ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perpetuated even an fugitively frigid iota, The gap between irrefutably unassailable “ Truth ” and derogatorily cold-blooded “ Lies ”was infinite; yet you weren’t pierced even a fleetingly diminutive iota, The gap between beautifully blessing “ Humanity” and hedonistically treacherous “ Insanity ” was infinite; yet you weren’t moved even an fecklessly evanescent iota, The gap between diabolically pulverizing “ Crime” and unsurpassably bountiful “ Motherhood ” was infinite; yet you weren’t permeated even a nonchalantly disappearing iota, The gap between punctiliously sagacious “ Logic” and deliriously decrepit “ Rampancy ”was infinite; yet you weren’t touched even a diminutively insolvent iota, The gap between ubiquitously enamoring “ Honesty ” and despondently barbarous “ Politics” was infinite; yet you weren’t affected even a worthlessly floating iota, The gap between ebulliently exhilarating “ Freedom” and disastrously dilapidated “ Incarceration ” was infinite; yet you weren’t troubled even a ludicrously obsolete iota, The gap between compassionately tantalizing “ Sweetness” and venomously 1008

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ballistic “ Retribution ”was infinite; yet you weren’t distraught even a mercurially fading iota, The gap between perennially fructifying “ Rain” and devastatingly truculent “ Drought” was infinite; yet you weren’t vexed even a baselessly inane iota, The gap between beautifully blessing “ Paradise” and the malevolently cannibalistic “ Parasite” was infinite; yet you weren’t disturbed a threadbarely nonexistent iota, The gap between the lecherously victimized “ Gutter” and the majestically insuperable steps of “ Heaven” was infinite; yet you weren’t dwindled even an invisibly infidel iota, The gap between heartlessly sermonizing “War” and eternally resplendent “Childhood” was infinite; yet you weren’t shaken even a meagerly fractional iota, The gap between deplorably decaying “ Illiteracy” and prosperously burgeoning “ Kinsmanship” was infinite; yet you weren’t pierced even a stingily corrugated iota, The gap between brutally decimating “ Anarchy” and uninhibitedly priceless “ Artistry” was infinite; yet you weren’t whiplashed even a mundanely measly iota, The gap between the impregnably priceless “ Innocence” and bombastically prejudiced “ Manipulation” was infinite; yet you weren’t frazzled even a incoherently diminishing iota, And paradoxically to the above the gap between immortally heavenly “Life” and inevitably destined “ Death” was just a single breath; yet you dreadfully bemoaned about that moment; uncontrollably trembled at its very thought even before you devoured your first morsel of food on this fathomless planet; even before you emitted your very first cry….

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NOTHING The instant I haughtily proclaimed that there was none more taller than me on this fathomless Universe; I was reduced to a disdainfully pulverized mosquito; as unfathomably mammoth avalanches of ice converged upon my staggering form from all sides, The instant I bawdily proclaimed that there was none more fairer than me on this boundless Universe; I was reduced to a speck of inanely ludicrous charcoal; as ferociously unsparing rays of the Sun licked every conceivable pore of my trembling skin, The instant I spuriously proclaimed that there was none more stronger than me on this unceasing Universe; I was reduced to an inconspicuously frigid pool of spit; as impregnably inimitable mountains crushed me into dungeons of insipid worthlessness, The instant I ostentatiously proclaimed that there was none more compassionate than me on this endless Universe; I was reduced to a bizarrely barren and uncontrollably shivering pinch of sand; as inferno’s of everlasting desire wholesomely burnt me in their perpetual swirl, The instant I sanctimoniously proclaimed that there was none more intelligent than me on this limitless Universe; I was reduced to an infinitesimally amorphous spirit meaningless floating around; as the enchantingly radiating constellation of stars in the sky majestically overwhelmed the pretentious daylights of my mind, The instant I deliriously proclaimed that there was none more eclectic than me on this inexhaustible Universe; I was reduced to a lugubriously wastrel stone; as the ravishingly unstoppable maelstrom marched uninhibited in its way, The instant I parasitically proclaimed that there was none more handsome than me on this mystical Universe; I was reduced to an wretchedly ethereal shadow; as countless magically effulgent fairies descended immaculately from the land of silken paradise, The instant I satanically proclaimed that there was none more wealthier than 1010

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me on this mesmerizing Universe; I was reduced to a horrifically maimed pauper licking dust on the bucolic streets; as the panoramically unassailable fruits of mother nature; dimmed the last iota of light from the whites of my eyes, The instant I licentiously proclaimed that there was none more influential than me on this timeless Universe; I was reduced to a graveyard of dilapidated fretfulness; as inevitably devastating earthquakes snatched the land from beneath my feet; within lightening seconds of time, The instant I salaciously proclaimed that there was none more fantasizing than me on this Herculean Universe; I was reduced to a horrendously shattered fragment of sordid glass; as the unprecedentedly indomitable exoticism of the clouds above miraculously overshadowed everything in vicinity, The instant I diabolically proclaimed that there was none more humanitarian than me on this magical Universe; I was reduced to a wisp of debilitatingly obsolete dereliction; as the holistically beautiful principles of united existence around left me desperately searching for my very own abhorrent voice, The instant I invidiously proclaimed that there was none more fragrant than me on this tireless Universe; I was reduced to a decaying whisker of dolorously decrepit fecklessness; as the stupendously Omnipotent scent of the rose rendered me absolutely useless for all times, The instant I devilishly proclaimed that there was none more pious than me on this godly Universe; I was reduced to a pint of parsimoniously adulterated and venomous ash; as the winds of patriotically altruistic freedom in the atmosphere enshrouded even the most diminutive cranny of my withering veins, The instant I vindictively proclaimed that there was none more vociferous than me on this Omnipotent Universe; I was reduced to a furtively clandestine corpse of torturous desolation; as the unsurpassably unconquerable roar of the jungle entirely dissolved my voice into doldrums of vagrant worthlessness, The instant I sadistically proclaimed that there was none more adventurous 1011

than me on this magnetic Universe; I was reduced to a disastrously waif tentacle of a lackadaisical crab; as the exhilaratingly ebullient sea sailed over me till times beyond infinite infinity, The instant I beguilingly proclaimed that there was none more celestial than me on this indomitable Universe; I was reduced to a nonchalantly disassociated tail of a grotesque corpse; as the effervescently tranquil fabric of the princely night; blinded me beyond corridors of sagacious recognition, The instant I sinfully proclaimed that there was none more immortal than me on this evergreen Universe; I was reduced to a cadaverous bellow of disparagingly bellicose hell; as the civilizations of insuperable love; perpetuated me to crumble in the flame of my own repugnantly redundant prejudice, The instant I proclaimed that there was none more everlasting than me on this enamoring Universe; I was reduced to a mortuary of despairingly measly shit; as the chapters of unavoidably destined death took complete control over each of my betrayingly slavering senses,

For if there is just one word to describe us living beings in front of the Omnisciently Creator Divine; it was nothing else but the word “ Nothing”; and if one of his molecules like me tries to be too smart in proclaiming himself to be this and that instead of “ Nothing”; then the Lord makes sure that we are indeed reduced to “ Nothing” that very moment itself; forever and ever and ever in front of his Perennially Unassailable grace….

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BE PREPARED Otherwise don’t show me even an infinitesimal fraction of it; but if you indeed dared to bring the redolently scarlet rose right infront of my disastrously famished nose, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except inhaling its stupendously perennial and everlastingly mesmerizing fragrance… Otherwise don’t show me even a fugitively distorted shadow of it; but if you indeed dared to bring the intrepidly peerless ocean right infront of my devastatingly monotonous bones, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except euphorically swimming in its rhapsodically untamed and timelessly ebullient waves…. Otherwise don’t show me even an ethereally oblivious iota of it; but if you indeed dared to bring the impeccably resplendent moon right infront of lugubriously prejudiced eyes, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except insatiably absorbing its magically Omnipotent softness; unrelentingly dreaming in its sacrosanct shimmer till times beyond eternal eternity… Otherwise don’t show me even a transiently feckless fraction of it; but if you indeed dared to bring the unbelievably ecstatic clouds right in front of my brutally lambasted and truculently tortured skin, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except indefatigably wandering in a civilization of unceasingly exhilarating seduction; in a township of tantalizing igniting lust… Otherwise don’t show me even an evanescently infidel glimpse of it; but if you indeed dared to bring perpetually caring motherhood right infront of my despairingly wailing and staggeringly derelict senses, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except bountifully reviving my deplorably estranged childhood; in its unassailably godly lap…. Otherwise don’t show me even an insipidly obfuscated 1013

trace of it; but if you indeed dared to bring the mischievously sun soaked meadow right infront of my relentlessly fidgeting feet, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except uninhibitedly cavorting in its ingratiatingly glimmering and golden dewdrop grass… Otherwise don’t show me even an ephemerally diminishing ray of it; but if you indeed dared to bring the Omnipotently dazzling fireball of Sun right infront of my clammily trembling skin, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except inexhaustibly galloping forward in the miraculous festoon of its insuperably optimistic enlightenment… Otherwise don’t show me even a mercurially capricious droplet of it; but if you indeed dared to bring the torrentially blessing thunderbolt of rain right infront of my lifelessly amorphous and extinguishing countenance, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except letting each globule of unlimitedly unprecedented happiness; perpetuate an unsurpassable heaven of desire in every desolate corner of my soul… Otherwise don’t show me even the most preposterously dying shadow it; but if you indeed dared to bring stupendously emollient land of paradise right in front of my deliriously disoriented mind, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except tirelessly fantasizing and burgeoning into the heavens of Omnipresently blessed freshness…

And otherwise don’t show me even the most distraughtly parsimonious trace of her; but if you indeed dared to bring her immortally sacred grace in front of my ardently thundering heart, Then be prepared; that I would do nothing else till the time I lived and on this entire Universe; except forever and ever and ever bonding with her sacrosanct spirit; fearlessly letting the beats in her chest unconquerably transcend over; every cranny of my mind; body and impoverished existence… 1014

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FIFTY FIFTY 50% Vivacious; 50 % Vexed, 50 % Fresh; 50 % Feverish, 50 % Friendly; 50 % Fiend, 50 % Resplendent; 50 % Raunchy, 50 % Felicitating; 50 % False, 50 % Prosperous; 50 % Penurious, 50 % Brilliant; 50 % Baseless, 50 % Dreaming; 50 % Devil, 50 % Smiling; 50 % Satanic, 50 % Kinsman; 50 % Knived, 50 % Luminescent; 50 % Lecherous, 50 % Ideal; 50 % Idle, 50 % Sunshine; 50 % Salacious, 50 % Doughty; 50 % Diabolical, 50 % Honest; 50 % Hedonistic, 50 % Omnipotent; 50 % Obsolescent, 50 % Victorious; 50 % Vicarious, 50 % Fantasizing; 50 % Feckless, 50 % Amiable; 50 % Atrocious, 50 % Wholesome; 50 % Withering, 50 % Innovative; 50 % Insomniac, 50 % Blithe; 50 % Bigot, 50 % Congenial; 50 % Cunning, 50 % Doll; 50 % Dreary, 50 % Mollifying; 50 % Monstrous, 50 % Go; 50 % Garrulous, 50 % Heavenly;50 % Haughty, 50 % Jubilant; 50 % Jailing, 50 % Memorable; 50 % Mad, 50 % Divine; 50 % Dastardly, 50 % Celestial; 50 % Cowardly, 50 % Benign; 50 % Baneful, 50 % Breath; 50 % Breathless, 50 % Enchanting; 50 % Egregious, 50 % Exotic; 50 % Earthquake, 50 % Princely; 50 % Penalizing, 50 % Fathomless; 50 % Filching, 50 % Nightingale; 50 % Nightmarish, 50 % Culpable; 50 % Criminal, 50 % Embellished; 50 % Empty, 50 % Articulate; 50 % Abject, 1015

50 % Royal; 50 % Ragamuffin, 50 % Uninhibited; 50 % Usurped, 50 % Unassailable; 50 % Uxorious, 50 % Bountiful; 50 % Barren, 50 % Seductive; 50 % Sabbatical, 50 % Wonderful; 50 % Wastrel, 50 % Passionate; 50 % Parsimonious, 50 % Mesmerizing; 50 % Mercurial, 50 % Understanding; 50 % Uncouth, 50 % Gratifying; 50 % Gaseous, 50 % Emollient; 50 % Evaporating, 50 % Serenading; 50 % Silent, 50 % Palatial; 50 % Preposterous, 50 % Regale; 50 % Rougish, 50 % Real; 50 % Retrospect, 50 % Vibrant; 50 % Vindictive, 50 % Voluptuous; 50 % Viscid, 50 % Tantalizing; 50 % Taciturn, 50 % Dynamic; 50 % Deteriorating, 50 % Piquant; 50 % Purposeless, 50 % Volatile; 50 % Vanishing,’ 50 % Mischievous; 50 % Maudlin, 50 % Kissing; 50 % Kleptomaniac, 50 % Nubile; 50 % Nictitating, 50 % Learned; 50 % Libidinous, 50 % Ameliorating; 50 % Amateurish, 50 % Magnetic; 50 % Megalomaniac, 50 % Hot; 50 % Hypocrite, 50 % Commemorating; 50 % Conundrum, 50 % Exploring; 50 % Ending, 50 % Fructifying; 50 % Foolhardy, 50 % Sagacious; 50 % Suckered, 50 % Titillating; 50 % Tyrannical, 50 % Ubiquitous; 50 % Unbelievable, 50 % Beautiful; 50 % Bourgeoisie, 50 % Callisthenic; 50 % Commercial, 50 % Evolving; 50 % Exonerating, 50 % Symbiotic; 50 % Sleazy, 50 % Luscious; 50 % Livid, 50 % Connubial; 50 % Cannibalistic, 50 % Handsome; 50 % Halitosis, 50 % Nostalgic; 50 % Nymphomaniac, 50 % Dutiful; 50 % Delinquent, 50 % Propitious; 50 % Perfidious, 50 % Rhapsodic; 50 % Revengeful, 50 % Enamoring; 50 % Entropy, 50 % Abounding; 50 % Amorphous, 50 % Astounding; 50 % Abjuring, 1016

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50 % Convivial; 50 % Camouflaging, 50 % Winning; 50 % Wounded, 50 % Looming; 50 % Laconic, 50 % Fervent; 50 % Freezing, 50 % Sensational; 50 % Senile, 50 % Venerated; 50 % Vociferous, 50 % Burgeoning; 50 % Bucolic, 50 % Heart-rendering; 50 % Heartless, 50 % Dancing; 50 % Dogmatic, 50 % Effeminate; 50 % Ennui, 50 % Ebullient; 50 % Enervating, 50 % Eternal; 50 % Emasculating, 50 % Unsurpassable; 50 % Underdeveloped, 50 % Impeccable; 50 % Ignominious, 50 % Acclimatizing; 50 % Acrimonious, 50 % Adventurous; 50 % Avaricious, 50 % Fearless; 50 % Fastidious, 50 % Celebrating; 50 % Castrating, 50 % Gigantic; 50 % Genocidal, 50 % Replenishing; 50 % Ravenous, 50 % Temperate; 50 % Tempestuous, 50 % Patriotic; 50 % Parasitic, 50 % Paradise; 50 % Paradoxical, 50 % Twinkling; 50 % Truculent, 50 % Enigmatic; 50 % Extinguishing, 50 % Jaunty; 50 % Jinxed, 50 % Loquacious; 50 % Listless, 50 % Quintessential; 50 % Quarrelsome, 50 % Sacrosanct; 50 % Somnambulistic, 50 % Philosophical; 50 % Pallid, 50 % Specialized; 50 % Sundry, 50 % Coherent; 50 % Carcinogenic, 50 % Restorative; 50 % Repugnant, 50 % Illuminating; 50 % Insipid, 50 % Illustrious; 50 % Imbecile, 50 % Disciplined; 50 % Deleterious, 50 % Dainty; 50 % Derelict, 50 % Ingratiating; 50 % Infantile, 50 % Blossoming; 50 % Bones, 50 % Blessing; 50 % Bloody, 50 % Marvelous; 50 % Mimicking, 50 % Musical; 50 % Mute, 50 % Cavorting; 50 % Cremating, 50 % Delicious; 50 % Deserted, 50 % Nutritious; 50 % Nonchalant, 50 % Pragmatic; 50 % Pirated, 50 % Scholarly; 50 % Skewed, 50 % Aristocratic; 50 % Aboriginal, 1017

50 % Altruistic ; 50 % Abolishing, 50 % Artistic; 50 % Abusive, 50 % Robust; 50 % Redundant, 50 % Zealous; 50 % Zany, 50 % Operational; 50 % Oblivious, 50 % Exhilarating; 50 % Excruciating, 50 % Focused; 50 % Faltering, 50 % Blazing; 50 % Bestial, 50 % Bonding; 50 % Blasphemous, 50 % Galloping; 50 % Gibberish, 50 % Mellifluous; 50 % Malicious, 50 % Praiseworthy; 50 % Posthumous, 50 % Intoxicating; 50 % Immolating, 50 % Versatile; 50 % Vampire, 50 % Soothing; 50 % Sycophant, 50 % Pious; 50 % Prurient, 50 % Photogenic; 50 % Pulverized, 50 % Romantic; 50 % Rebellious, 50 % Innocuous; 50 % Irascible, 50 % Timeless; 50 % Transient, 50 % Effulgent; 50 % Ethereal, 50 % Nocturnal; 50 % Nonsensical, 50 % Natural; 50 % Nefarious, 50 % Great; 50 % Gratuitous, 50 % Pristine; 50 % Pregnant, 50 % Quelling; 50 % Quarantine, 50 % Heritage; 50 % Hatred, 50 % Sensuous; 50 % Sacrilegious, 50 % Laudatory; 50 % Libelous, 50 % Springing; 50 % Sadistic, 50 % Impregnable; 50 % Iconoclastic, 50 % Voracious; 50 % Vociferous, 50 % Prolific; 50 % Parrying, 50 % Vocational; 50 % Vituperative, 50 % Thunderous; 50 % Tawdry, 50 % Righteous; 50 % Rhetoric, 50 % Benevolent; 50 % Boorish, 50 % Efficacious; 50 % Exasperating, 50 % Misty; 50 % Misogynist, 50 % Nourishing; 50 % Neophyte, 50 % Fascinating; 50 % Foolish, 50 % Delightful; 50 % Deplorable, 50 % Systematic; 50 % Sonorous, 50 % Cosmic; 50 % Connived, 50 % Commonsense; 50 % Conundrum, 50 % Maverick; 50 % Mutilated, 50 % Melanging; 50 % Mutinous, 50 % Synchronized; 50 % Satanic, 1018

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50 % Perspicacious; 50 % Pinned, 50 % Levitating; 50 % Laggard, 50 % Silken; 50 % Sledging, 50 % Jingling; 50 % Jarring, 50 % Opulent; 50 % Obnoxious, 50 % Perfectionist; 50 % Puerile, 50 % Affable; 50 % Agnostic, 50 % Fulsome; 50 % Flatulent, 50 % Rhyming; 50 % Refurbished, 50 % Opulent; 50 % Orphaned, 50 % Child-Like; 50 % Castrated, 50 % Pleasurable; 50 % Plotting, And 100 % Immortal Love; 100% Immortal Love till times beyond infinite infinity, Is what has been; is; and shall forever be; the chapter of Perennially infinitesimal and worthlessly molecular human life….

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THE KING OF THE CURRENT MOMENT The treacherously obsolete yesterday I had wholesomely forgotten; with even the most infinitesimal of its vapid impression dissolving into aisles of frigid nothingness, What was going to happen today I had not the tiniest of innuendo about; groping into the mercilessly coldblooded darkness when I pondered upon the same, Tomorrow was a tantalizing mirage; which kept eluding my invincible grasp more and more; as I tried to indefatigably snatch it, But nevertheless I was still the unparalleled king of the current moment; rejoicing in its untamed glory to the most unprecedented limits; letting its bountiful majesty take complete control of every of my beleaguered vein…. The disastrously delirious yesterday had wholesomely evaporated from my life; with not even the most vehemently indignant of its maelstroms daring to come near me, What was going to happen today I had not the most ephemeral insinuation about; shattering into boundless fragments of meaninglessness when I tried to tirelessly envisage about the same, Tomorrow was a fathomlessly distant dream; about whose veritable reality I couldn’t figure out head or spuriously withering tail, But nevertheless I was still the unassailable king of the current moment; letting its unsurpassable enchantment celestially descend upon even the most diminutive cranny of my mind; body and quavering soul…. The truculently chauvinistic yesterday had completely deserted the chapter of my life; with not even the most evanescent of its jinxed beam; reminiscent in the whites of my eyes, What was going to happen today I had not the most capricious idea about; being banged like a haplessly disoriented coconut against the walls of diabolical hell; when I tried to flex my brain a trifle too much about it, Tomorrow seemed to stretch beyond the realms of my molecular imagination; 1020

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with the fangs of viciously bellicose uncertainty perpetuating me from all sides, But nevertheless I was still the uninhibited king of the current moment; letting its pragmatically panoramic beauty; entirely become the royally seductive veil of my horrendously tyrannized existence…. The baselessly crucifying yesterday had entirely abdicated my nimble presence; extinguishing into worthless horizons of irretrievably reproachful oblivion, What was going to happen today I had not the most mercurial of gut feeling about; being ruthlessly buried alive in coffins of intractable desperation; as I tried to valiantly decipher its ingredients of good and forlornly bad, Tomorrow had still marathon hours to take irrefutably unshakable control; with a zillion murderous barricades yet to overcome, But nevertheless I was still the limitless king of the current moment; letting its magnetically divine energy instill optimistically benign energy in my delinquent bones; to lead a countless more symbiotic lives…. The morbidly penalizing yesterday seemed gone since times immemorial; with the first rays of Omnipotently brilliant dawn; transcending over even the most non-existent speck of the egregiously rampaging devil, What was going to happen today I had not the most ethereal of understanding about; being dissolved into mortuaries of hopeless insanity; when I tried to unambiguously picture the next hour from now, Tomorrow seemed like it would never come; with the deplorable conundrum of murderous manipulation and politics around me; engendering me to frenetically search for my every breath, But nevertheless I was still the inimitable king of the current moment; letting its philanthropically synergistic heavenliness; beautifully coalesce each of my senses with the mantra of wonderfully egalitarian mankind; with the spirit of the Ever-Pervading; Divine…

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CAN NEVER EVOLVE The field which uncontrollably cries while ploughing; can never evolve into majestically fructifying and ebulliently blissful crop, The sea which pathetically cries while undulating; can never evolve into fantastically vibrant and tantalizingly ecstatic adventure, The desert which discordantly cries while being heated; can never evolve into fathomlessly regale and timelessly seductive majesty, The cloud which hedonistically cries while showering rain; can never evolve into boundlessly enthralling and enchantingly heavenly freshness, The waterfall which insidiously cries while cascading on handsome rock; can never evolve into stupendously amiable and vividly mystical reinvigoration, The mountain which abhorrently cries while defending; can never evolve into symbiotically unflinching and peerlessly unassailable unity, The nightingale which fretfully cries while singing; can never evolve into timelessly ubiquitous and unequivocally resplendent melody, The artist who deplorably cries while sketching; can never evolve into spell bindingly refreshing and unsurpassably enamoring magnetism, The soldier who dolorously cries while fighting for his country; can never evolve into insuperably marvelous and blazingly fearless patriotism, The tree which dementedly cries while imparting exuberant breeze; can never evolve into magnificently euphoric and royally blossoming vivacity, The clown who preposterously cries while engendering the audience to laugh; can never evolve into bedazzlingly enviable and miraculously healing happiness, The lightening which uxoriously cries while uninhibitedly diffusing into an enigmatic river of brilliant white; can never evolve into compassionately effulgent and fierily charged electricity, The lion who capriciously cries while crunching the bones of his nimble prey; can never evolve into unfathomably bewitching and inimitably unconquerable kingliness, The dwelling which hedonistically cries while harboring its impeccable occupants; can never evolve 1022

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into affably propitious and beautifully synergistic concord, The doctor who fecklessly cries while attending to his beleaguered patients; can never evolve into miraculously Omnipotent and blessedly efficacious healing, The hand which frigidly cries while working for quintessential livelihood; can never evolve into eternally pacifying and emolliently deserving perseverance, The lips which dismally cry while unstoppably kissing; can never evolve into bounteously ingratiating and timelessly candle-lit sensuousness,

And the heart which sadistically cries while perpetually bonding its beats with the person it loved; can never evolve into immortally godly and rhapsodically triumphant life….

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WITH THE FIRST RAYS OF EVERY DAWN With the very first crackle of every sensitively aristocratic dawn; the very first thing that the fathomless deserts ardently prayed for; was blisteringly unceasing sunshine; all throughout the tenure of the gloriously intrepid day, With the very first rays of every ecstatically vibrant dawn; the very first thing that the gigantic mountains insatiably prayed for; was unflinchingly Herculean strength; all throughout the tenure of the blissfully harmonious day, With the very first shimmer of every resplendently beaming dawn; the very first thing that the boisterous bees tirelessly prayed for; was mischievously cavorting fields of scarlet roses; all throughout the tenure of the symbiotically enamoring day, With the very first unfurling of every euphorically heartening dawn; the very first thing that the uninhibited birds indefatigably prayed for; was boundless playgrounds of astoundingly crystalline sky; all throughout the tenure of the stupendously fragrant day, With the very first smile of every bewitchingly magnificent dawn; the very first thing that the frosty waters of the sea unrelentingly prayed for; was rhapsodically myseterious undulations; all throughout the tenure of the handsomely charismatic day, With the very first enlightening of every marvelously exotic dawn; the very first thing that the compassionately moistened leaves of the forest immutably prayed for; was enthrallingly timeless and vivacious adventure; all throughout the tenure of the unfathomably mesmerizing day, With the very first sparkle of every ebulliently innocuous dawn; the very first thing that the impeccably wailing infant inexorably prayed for; was divinely untainted milk of its mother; all throughout the tenure of the fantastically panoramic day, With the very first glimmer of every synergistically emollient dawn; the very first thing that the preposterously dilapidated dungeon uncontrollably prayed for; was thunderbolts of endlessly unparalleled light; all throughout the tenure of the celestially immaculate day, With the very first sprinkle of every beautifully 1024

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embellished dawn; the very first thing that the penuriously beleaguered eyes unlimitedly prayed for; was tantalizingly heavenly paradise; all throughout the tenure of the eternally silken day, With the very first blessing of every wonderfully endowing dawn; the very first thing that the iridescently blooming nightingale unequivocally prayed for; was ubiquitously mollifying melody; all throughout the tenure of the majestically ingratiating day, With the very first perpetuation of every holistically Spartan dawn; the very first thing that the murderously starved ears irrevocably prayed for; was the voice of philanthropically egalitarian humanity; all throughout the tenure of the jubilantly dazzling day, With the very first horizon of every optimistically vibrant dawn; the very first thing that the regally roaring lion rapaciously prayed for; was the inimitable armor of unassailable kinsmanship; all throughout the tenure of the splendidly eclectic day, With the very first spawning of every magnetically reinvigorating dawn; the very first thing that the bourgeoisie farmer infallibly prayed for; was the wholesome annihilation of even the most infinitesimal of parasite in his field; all throughout the tenure of the blessedly gregarious day, With the very first fulmination of every sensuously rejuvenating dawn; the very first thing that the pristine pearl irretrievably prayed for; was the invincibly amiable shelter of its oyster shell; all throughout the magically destined day, With the very first unraveling of every eloquently placating dawn; the very first thing that the altruistically fearless soldier unstoppably prayed for; was veritably scintillating victory; all throughout the tenure of the mystically exhilarating day, With the very first insinuation of every convivially embracing dawn; the very first thing that the holistically dancing fairies limitlessly prayed for; was insuperably beautiful concord; all throughout the tenure of the robustly redolent day, With the very first illumination of every miraculously ameliorating dawn; the very first thing that the diminutively hollow nostrils quintessentially prayed for; was a carpet of affably uninterrupted breath; all throughout the tenure of the propitiously artistic 1025

day, And with the very first unveiling of every Omnipotently revolutionizing dawn; the very first thing that every beat of my impoverished heart perpetually prayed for; was the heaven of immortally unconquerable love; not only for the tenure of the flamboyantly triumphant day; but for an infinite more enlightening daylights; for an infinite more brilliantly enlightening lifetimes…

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BEST FRIEND The whole world clung to you invincibly when you were prosperous; standing tall in due adulation; of even your most diminutively capricious of achievement, But the one who unflinchingly supported you when you were dithering towards the corridors of horrendous extinction; was irrefutably; your only and BEST FRIEND….. The whole world clung to you unassailably when you were bloomingly beautiful; enchantingly devouring even the most ethereal sound that you; painstakingly emanated from your mouth, But the one who impregnably supported you when you were disastrously penurious and withering towards a gory end; was irrefutably; your only and BEST FRIEND…. The whole world clung to you when you were redolently blissful; basking profusely in the glory of; even the most infinitesimal of your drifting senses, But the one who uninhibitedly supported you when the society maliciously poisoned each of your precious moment; was irrefutably; your only and BEST FRIEND…. The whole world clung to you when you were inundated with an unsurpassable ocean of gold and silver; overwhelmingly appreciating even the most tiniest speck of currency; that you whisked far away from your; bohemian palms, But the one who formidably supported you when each part of your persona was brutally incarcerated in cloudbursts of devastatingly deadly disease; was irrefutably; your only and BEST FRIEND…. The whole world clung to you when you were rhapsodically ecstatic and unconquerably looming large over the planet; unfathomably willing to relinquish their breath; at even the most inaudible of your commands, But the one who unequivocally supported you when there wasn’t a roof to exist above your head nor an iota of cloth upon your pathetically shivering visage; was irrefutably; your only and BEST FRIEND…. The whole world clung to you when you were incomprehensibly powerful; insatiably yearning to have a glimpse of even the most oblivious of your divinely 1027

gestures, But the one who indefatigably supported you when the entire Universe around was savagely sucking your blood; was irrefutably; your only and BEST FRIEND…. The whole world clung to you when you were ebulliently bouncing in the aisles of paradise; profusely saluting even the most insipidly lugubrious jewel that you flung nonchalantly on threadbare soil, But the one who perpetually supported you when daggerheads of maniacal depression obsessively asphyxiated you from all sides; was irrefutably; your only and BEST FRIEND…. The whole world clung to you when you were the King of this Universe; intransigently dying to hear even the most ridiculous cadence of your despicably dwindling voice, But the one who immutably supported you when your philanthropic philosophies were pulverized to raw shit by the monotonous society; was irrefutably; your only and BEST FRIEND…. And the whole world clung to you when you were flamboyantly breathing passionately everlasting fire and disseminating majestically immortal love on every step; clapping at even the most squeamish saliva that you spat with; languid nonchalance, But the one who inspiringly supported you when the tyranny of fate had engendered you to plunge into the valley of treacherous death; was irrefutably; your only and BEST FRIEND….

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A TRUE POET A true poet is the one; who indefatigably fantasizes in the aisles of uninhibited freedom; without caring even an inconspicuous trifle about the conventionally tyrannical society, A true poet is the one; who romanticizes art even in the most languidly dreariest of stones; relentlessly floating in the planet of harmonious melody, A true poet is the one; who irrefutably trusts his pen more than anything else on this Universe; intransigently keeps embodying mystical verse; irrespective of a barrage of criticisms; by the incorrigibly cynical society, A true poet is the one; who nurtures every alphabet with his very own crimson blood; harnessing a bountiful entrenchment of dreams; with every iota of his ravishingly sensuous breath, A true poet is the one; who frantically gropes in versatile shades of majestic light as well as ominously sinister darkness; to evolve the most fantastically blossoming tomorrow, A true poet is the one; who philanders with gay abandon even in the most incomprehensibly unassailable of situations; stretching the realms of his fathomless mind; to blend with the sparkling; as well as the esoterically bizarre, A true poet is the one; who mesmerizes countless with the compassionately poignant cadence in his spell binding voice; as he divulges voluptuous rhyme from the bottom of his soul; and with maximum impact, A true poet is the one; who has the astronomically intrepid tenacity to confront the most acerbically treacherous of times; dance rhapsodically under pearly beams of moonshine; even as the lecherously corrupt society spat gallons of penniless saliva at his; miserably sagging countenance, A true poet is the one; who ardently caresses all that is beautiful; with an insatiable fire to endlessly discover resplendent newness; as each second rampantly unfurled into a wholesome minute, A true poet is the one; who timelessly wanders in lanes of exotically tantalizing enchantment; groping for the ultimate seductress of blooming jubilation, A true poet is the one; who is not bonded by any caste; creed; religion or society; ubiquitously 1029

spawning a civilization of perennially endless excitement; with the unprecedented artistry in his magically exquisite words, A true poet is the one; who is an unsurpassable idol of piquant sensitivity; yet not being the slightest perturbed by hideous tongues; ignominiously condemning and rebuking; his divinely art, A true poet is the one; who wakes and sleeps at the moments of his choice; at times dreaming in realms of unconquerable yearning for countless hours on the trot; even as the turgidly pragmatic society lambasted him with lethally venomous swords of diabolical manipulation, A true poet is the one; who immutably gyrates in the corridors of unfathomable belonging; embracing and philanthropically assimilating all heavenly goodness; lingering profusely on this ebulliently euphoric planet, A true poet is the one; who enshrouds every vein of his mind and body alike; in a whirlpool of fabulously inscrutable enigma and kaleidoscopic grace, A true poet is the one; who sights the luminescently embellished canvas of this Universe; in its ultimate epitome; of unparalleled splendor and vivacity, A true poet is the one; who audaciously dares to venture into uncharted territories where no organism has ever been; despite Herculean vindication by the tumultuously ostracizing society, A true poet is the one; who sacrifices fathomless births of his; to beautifully evolve his art; more importantly to royally bless every ecstatic wind; of a vibrantly brilliant tomorrow, A true poet is the one; who incessantly loves his beloved more than anybody else on this world could ever conceive; immortalizing the spirit of his eternal romance; in every line of his; graciously benign poetry, Over and above all; a true poet is the one; who solely listens to his invincibly throbbing heart and nothing else; perpetually bonding with symbiotic spirit of synergistic existence; metamorphosing every unfinished desire of the benevolent soul; into a charismatically endowing paradise….

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SUCH A MAN WAS I A man of no formality; unstoppably abhorring all those who spun webs of sanctimoniously derogatory prejudice; on every step that they traversed, A man of who insuperably believed that every religion was alike; blending each ingredient of my blood forever and ever and ever with the religion of priceless humanity, A man who considered that every one of us alive was the greatest criminal; as we trampled countless insects and micro organisms as we breathed and walked; because every form of life for the Creator was symbiotically alike, A man who liked to perpetually oppose tyrannically chauvinistic convention; uninhibitedly liberate ever pore of his body with the winds of vivaciously panoramic nature, A man who felt that procreation should be to the most unprecedented limits between organisms and without the tiniest of restraint; timelessly proliferating the Lord’s sacredly Omnipotent chapter of creation, A man who felt that every organism irrespective of caste; creed and status; was the most inimitably beautiful and ecstatically talented artist alive, A man who felt that it made no difference whether you slept all day; or snored in the night; as the Almighty Creator had chiseled every unfurling instant of life celestially alike, A man who paid two cents for maliciously decrepit superstition; unflinchingly believing that timeless perseverance and benign hard work; were the only mantras to gloriously triumphant success, A man who immutably wanted to assassinate all those diabolical men; who sold their mothers and sisters in order to worthlessly rejoice in parsimonious cuplets of tawdry wine, A man who felt that the power of true friendship; was a power transcending even the greatest of contemporary superpowers on the trajectory of this unbelievably untiring Universe, A man who irrefutably believed that if there was a singular elixir to rhapsodically triumph in life; then it was none other than sensuously 1031

spell binding fantasy, A man who perpetually wanted to shed every ounce of inhibition; parade wholesomely naked with the magnetically inscrutable leaves and animals; in the uncannily exuberant jungles, A man who indefatigably believed that artists were not mechanically moulded from textbooks; but were born Omnipotently eclectic and blessed; right from the womb of their godly mother, A man who wanted to trounce the salaciously profane devil from its very non-existent roots forever and ever and ever; even though it meant an infinite scorpions of hell burying him deeper into his grave; by the unleashing second, A man who unshakably believed that children are the ultimate messengers of God; although the rest of the world profusely worshipped currency note and corporate concrete, A man who emptied even the last ingredient of his blood to altruistically serve estranged humanity; even though he himself was one of those horribly slavering and emaciated on the threadbarely impoverished streets, A man who became immune to even the most ghastliest of pain; if it ever dared become an irascible hindrance in the peerlessly unconquerable path towards majestically undefeatable truth, A man who profoundly preferred to eat in the bowl of the penuriously decaying leper; rather than licking the dishes of the abjectly corrupt politician; just for assimilating stinking wads of frivolous notes, A man who inexhaustibly believed that the greatest education for any organism holistically breathing; was to imbibe the principles of insuperably compassionate living kind, A man who ardently anticipated every new unveiling moment; with the freshness of a newborn child; perceiving even the tiniest millisecond of life to be the ultimate paradise, A man who wanted to cavort every instant of his life in the cradle of vividly enamoring nature and wildlife; timelessly watching the environment spawn into effulgent greenness; unfathomable distances away from the vagaries of the flagrantly blood-sucking planet outside, A man who unendingly wanted to metamorphose even the most ethereal trace of maniacal depression; into the mists of fantastically philanthropic and 1032

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selflessly bestowing brotherhood, A man who unnervingly believed that even sky gazing was an unparalleled art; specially in today’s times when the unsparingly treacherous world; dreamt boisterous business even in deep sleep, A man who eternally believed that God was one; God was every form of invincibly divine goodness; when the planet had ruthlessly named him in different forms and shapes; unceasingly trying to prove that their individual beliefs and idols were infinite shades above the rest, A man who considered life and death to be blessedly equal; as both were wonderfully egalitarian gifts from the Ominisciently Almighty Lord; as every form in which he’d instilled breath; had to oneday inevitably die, A man who melted more pathetically than the abstemious candle; at the slightest tear drop that humanity suffered; inconsolably weeping at the sight of living kind being disastrously lambasted; by disdainful powerhouses of wealth, A man who could as easily fall in love as the vespered wind; but then immortally dedicate each beat of his heart to her magically venerated grace; even fathomless centuries after existence had completely diminished, A man who brusquely massacred even the most impregnable of blood relation; if it came in between his way of perpetually coalescing with every fraternity of unbreakable humanity, A man who breathed an infinite resplendent lives and an infinite traumatic deaths only for unassailably heavenly poetry; whilst the planet was extraordinarily busy building edifices of commercial currency coin; outside, O! Yes; I might sound esoterically different; I might sound wildly uncivilized; I might sound eccentrically delirious; I might sound as if walking preposterously upside down; I might sound as if quaintly existing centuries even before the earth was evolved; but believe it or not; SUCH A MAN WAS I….

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HAND-IN-HAND. Neither was there anything above it; not even the most infinitesimally decrepit iota of independently integral standing; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything below it; not even the most ethereally nonchalant iota of exuberantly triumphant space; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more greater than it; not even the most ephemerally lackadaisical iota of unbelievably unconquerable goodness; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more successful than it; not even the most fugitively desolate iota of blazingly majestic victory; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more beautiful than it; not even the most fleetingly obsolete iota of unparalleled sensuous fantasy; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more resplendent than it; not even the most diminutively teeny iota of eternally wafting vivaciousness; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more truthful than it; not even the most fecklessly wastrel iota of perpetually Omnipotent sagaciousness; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more powerful than it; not even the most inanely dwindling iota of ubiquitously insuperable unity; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more special than it; not even the most obliviously apathetic iota of unassailably priceless optimism; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more Omnipresent than it; not even the most abstemiously fading iota of indefatigably unassailable freshness; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more artistic than it; not even the most frigidly decaying iota of unsurpassably intricate versatility; could dare dream come near it, 1034

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Neither was there anything more romantic than it; not even the most parsimoniously disappearing iota of fantastically seductive enthrallment; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more vivid than it; not even the most eccentrically transient iota of iridescently mesmerizing newness; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more spectacular than it; not even the most diminishingly disheveled iota of panoramically infallible paradise; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more virile than it; not even the most inconspicuously non-existent iota of eternally unstoppable procreation; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more tantalizing than it; not even the most languishingly indolent iota of inimitably uncontrollable excitement; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more vociferous than it; not even the most remotely collapsing iota of ecstatically effervescent voice; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more timeless than it; not even the most stingily Spartan iota of perpetually proliferating energy; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more optimistic than it; not even the most sleazily slouching iota of blazingly unfettered enlightenment; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more Omniscient than it; not even the most uncannily trembling iota of beautifully enamoring destiny; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more compassionate than it; not even the most negligibly tethering iota of pricelessly uniting friendship; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more unconquerable than it; not even the most disdainfully flailing iota of limitlessly Herculean strength; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more symbiotic than it; not even the most creepily tiny iota of eternally fructifying bliss; could dare dream come 1035

near it, Neither was there anything more self-sustaining than it; not even the most lividly subjugated iota of existence; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything more Immortal than it; not even the most miserably obfuscated iota of perpetually bestowing love; could dare dream come near it, Neither was there anything beyond it; not even the most irascibly infidel iota of unendingly spawning infinite infinity; could dare dream come near it, Because whatever was; is and will ever be there on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; is all in it; is all heavenly blended with each of its synergistically blossoming ingredients; is all hand-in-hand with it; is every divinely unfurling instant of majestically Immortal and ever-pervading undefeated Life….

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WHEN I WASN’T BREATHING… When I wasn’t blissfully snoring; I was still inexhaustibly writing a cistern of stupendously rhapsodic and gloriously majestic Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t unsurpassably fantasizing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a garden of ingeniously magical and miraculously mitigating Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t superbly adventuring; I was still inexhaustibly writing an ocean of bountifully resplendent and timelessly undefeated Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t scrumptiously relishing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a playground of optimistically enlightening and unbelievably royal Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t limitlessly triumphing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a cascade of beautifully panoramic and effulgently liberating Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t pricelessly smiling; I was still inexhaustibly writing a lantern of unendingly vibrant and inscrutably tantalizing Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t gloriously partying; I was still inexhaustibly writing a paradise of eternally vivacious and pristinely redolent Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t unassailably inspiring; I was still inexhaustibly writing a festoon of incredulously ameliorating and perpetually compassionate Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t magnanimously feasting; I was still inexhaustibly writing a cocoon of symbiotically philanthropic and ubiquitously coalescing Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t ebulliently fornicating; I was still inexhaustibly writing a mist of wonderfully reinvigorating and blessedly burgeoning Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t flirtatiously winking; I was still inexhaustibly writing 1037

a swirl of brilliantly untainted and Omnipotently ecstatic Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t mellifluously singing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a heaven of iridescently innovative and spectacularly celestial Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t synergistically relaxing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a pearl of unconquerably seductive and unprecedentedly enamoring Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t amiably conversing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a palette of majestically invincible and Omnipresently procreating Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t holistically earning; I was still inexhaustibly writing a canvas of inimitably untamed and fragrantly altruistic Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t unceasingly exultating; I was still inexhaustibly writing a tunnel of mystically replenishing and perennially enthralling Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t devoutly praying; I was still inexhaustibly writing a meadow of vividly glorifying and fearlessly jubilant Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t ardently dancing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a rainbow of poignantly marvelous and unshakably subliming Immortal Love Poetry, When I wasn’t unstoppably admiring; I was still inexhaustibly writing a mirror of truthfully Omnipresent and inherently revealing Immortal Love Poetry, And when I wasn’t quintessentially breathing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a cosmos of unbreakably everlasting and universally bonding Immortal Love Poetry….

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WHERE DID ALL YOUR DEVOTION GO??? You unnervingly proclaim yourself to be a timelessly unflinching devotee of the Omnipotently endowing Lord Almighty; one of the most profoundly dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your sincere devotion go; when you lambasted a volley of unsavory abuse upon the flagrantly crippled dog; who came infront of your uncontrollably speeding car from suddenly out of the blue; and out of wisps of sheer nothingness? You vociferously proclaim yourself to be a beautifully infallible devotee of the Unconquerably emollient Lord Almighty; one of the most ardently dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your limitless devotion go; when you ordered another of your fellow living kind to maniacally clean the dirt from your lividly grotesque floor; ignominiously lick his way till eternity; so that the interiors of your sanctimonious abode shone till infinite infinity? You unstoppably proclaim yourself to be an indomitably embracing devotee of the Perpetually Blazing Lord Almighty; one of the most unflinchingly dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your Herculean devotion go; when you indefatigably laughed the very last ribs of your body out; at witnessing the unfortunately lame man crawling at pace slower on earth; than the most parsimoniously measly white ant? You untiringly proclaim yourself to be a boundlessly committed devotee of the Omnipresently Effulgent Lord Almighty; one of the most altruistically dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your unbelievable devotion go; when you tirelessly washed each spuriously sulking bone of your persona with boundless gallons of impeccable milk; while the pricelessly new born infant cried loud and stringent in your ears? You inexhaustibly proclaim yourself to be an eternally passionate devotee of the Insuperably glorious Lord Almighty; one of the most symbiotically dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your fructifying devotion go; when you 1039

indiscriminately pulverized innumerable holistic living beings under the wheels of your royally crimson Mercedes; wholesomely drenched in the obnoxiously tawdry stench of blasphemous vixen and wine? You unlimitedly proclaim yourself to be an inseparably brilliant devotee of the Pristinely Unfettered Lord Almighty; one of the most unendingly dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your beautiful devotion go; when you acrimoniously ostracized people suffering from HIV/AIDS from the fabric of normal society; ran at a speed faster than white lightening; when you came to know that the person sitting next to you was afflicted with the ghastly disease? You ceaselessly proclaim yourself to be a cardinally inextricable devotee of the Bountifully blessing Lord Almighty; one of the most endlessly dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your triumphant devotion go; when you insanely divided and brutally circumscribed the entire planet into corpses of caste; creed; religion and kind; the very same planet which the Creator had perennially created as a celestially united paradise? You inexorably proclaim yourself to be an unbelievably fervent devotee of the Spell bindingly proliferating Lord Almighty; one of the most innocuously dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your earnest devotion go; when you criminally traded the sacrosanct skins of your mothers; daughters; sisters; fellow beings; just for the sake of treacherously asphyxiated and forlornly lifeless currency coins? You insurmountably proclaim yourself to be an unshakably inimitable devotee of the Omnisciently ubiquitous Lord Almighty; one of the most undeterringly dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your priestly devotion go; when you considered your wife to be simply a worthlessly child bearing sac; ruthlessly incarcerating her 1040

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blissful freedom; within the fours walls of your chauvinistically perverted house? You proudly proclaim yourself to be an incessantly worshipping devotee of the Unassailably Majestic Lord Almighty; one of the most impeccably dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your unimpeachable devotion go; when you deliberately committed immeasurable deeds of crime; lechery; sadism; devilishness; when you blurted an indescribable flurry of egregious lies in his name; just to save your skin from the Sun of Truth? You ecstatically proclaim yourself to be an exuberantly artistic devotee of the Fearlessly Invincible Lord Almighty; one of the most holistically dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your mesmerizing devotion go; when you illegitimately rose to the throne of ostentatiously decrepit success; laid the foundations of your ghoulishly massacring kingdom on the blood of fathomless innocent; nimble and pious; charring them to death alive? And you uninhibitedly proclaim yourself to be an incomparably compassionate devotee of the Victoriously Blessing Lord Almighty; one of the most peerlessly dedicated of his countless disciples, Then where did all your poignant devotion go; when you mercilessly abandoned the truest love of your life in the most disdainfully obfuscated of trash cans; violently embarked upon your devastating mission of metamorphosing the entire planet into a mortuary of betrayal; death venomous lies; satanically suffocating countless innocent human kind under your bigotically gluttonous and parasitically meaningless might?

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NO PRISON. JUST HEAVEN. Steal it in such unsurpassably untamed amounts; an infinite times more than what the last bone of your diminutively shivering spine; could ever parsimoniously conceive or desire, Steal it in such ardently unlimited amounts; an infinite times more than what the most rustically crinkled curvature of your lips; could ever nonchalantly conceive or desire, Steal it in such fanatically unfathomable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most infinitesimal ingredient of your blood; could ever ephemerally conceive or desire, Steal it in such zealously unstoppable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most indolently unperturbed siesta of yours; could ever ethereally conceive or desire, Steal it in such boundlessly passionate amounts; an infinite times more than what the most lugubriously withering shadow of yours; could ever nascently conceive or desire,, Steal it in such uninhibitedly fathomless amounts; an infinite times more than what the most dolorously dying nerve of yours; could ever prematurely conceive or desire, Steal it in such gigantically unfettered amounts; an infinite times more than what the most lazily inconspicuous heartbeat of yours; could ever remotely conceive or desire, Steal it in such undefeatedly Herculean amounts; an infinite times more than what the most obliviously estranged fantasies of yours; could ever nimbly conceive or desire, Steal it in such unbelievably gargantuan amounts; an infinite times more than what the most feeblest senses of yours; could ever inconspicuously conceive or desire, Steal it in such rampantly unhindered amounts; an infinite times more than what the most heavily drooping of your lids; could ever fugitively conceive or desire, Steal it in such jubilantly unrestricted amounts; an infinite times 1042

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more than what the most flailing of your trail; could ever fractionally conceive or desire, Steal it in such indisputably unconquerable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most stingily decrepit dormitory of your brain; could ever miserly conceive or desire, Steal it in such indiscriminately uncontrollable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most tiniest of your identity; could ever flutteringly conceive or desire, Steal it in such overwhelmingly rhapsodic amounts; an infinite times more than what the most emptiest iota of your existence; could ever evanescently conceive or desire, Steal it in such immeasurably colossal amounts; an infinite times more than what the most lackadaisically collapsing hair of yours; could ever fleetingly conceive or desire, Steal it in such enormously irretrievable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most cowardly whispering of your breaths; could ever stingily conceive or desire, Steal it in such endlessly inexhaustible amounts; an infinite times more than what the most incongruously distorted of your fingertip; could ever faintly conceive or desire, Steal it in such gluttonously insatiable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most mercurial glint of your eye; could ever primordially conceive or desire, And steal it as much as you like; an infinite times more than what the most non-existent element of your life could ever conceive or desire; but it was the only stealing on the trajectory of this invincible earth for which you didn’t land in ghastly prison; but instead perpetually secured for yourself an unshakable place in the cradle of Omnipresent Heaven, Such was the unassailably majestic power of eternally proliferating love… 1043

BE PREPARED…. Have your ears wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to listen to even the most thunderously roaring and passionately ignited of sounds? Have your lips wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to stretch into even the most infinitesimal of redolently enamoring and blissfully synergistic smiles? Have your feet wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to crawl even a decrepit inch forward; on the most irrefutably solid of land trajectory? Has your brain wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to react to even the most treacherously hedonistic of circumstance satanically unfurling right infront of your eyes; ready to pulverize you for the remainder of your life, Have your fingers wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to feel even the most explicitly pronounced of shapes and forms; indefatigably floating and residing in the fabric of the eternal atmosphere? Has your skin wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to experience the most ardently uncontrollable sensations of panoramic pleasure and demonically annihilating of pain? Have your bones wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to budge even a fraction forward in self defense; in order to sequester you from the most ominously sacrilegious of massacring devils? Have your eyes wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to sight even an evanescent inch forward; even though the next step you alighted could irretrievably lead you to the gorge of morbidly silencing death? Have your shoulders wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to hoist even an ethereally diminishing of worthless feather; an invisibly amorphous particle sulking remorsefully in the atmosphere? Has your blood wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to liberate into even the most obliviously slavering puddle of royally unfettered passion? 1044

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Has your stomach wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to digest even a singleton ounce of quintessential food and water; in order to symbiotically sustain the chapter of inscrutably endowing life? Has your neck wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to turn even an ethereal fraction to the most vociferously unstoppable and truculently anguished cry on the soil of this fathomlessly bountiful Universe? Have your teeth wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to holistically masticate even the most succulently savoring fruits of synergistically ever-pervading and vividly infallible mother-nature? Have your palms wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to hold even the most ephemerally dying shadows of the people they timelessly adored; loved and possessed? Have your cheeks wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to blush into even the most tiniest shades of unadulterated crimson; at the most mortifyingly realistic thunderstorms of sensitivity undauntedly caressing them? Has your identity wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to potently procreate even a parsimoniously fragile living being; of its very own virile kind? Have your nostrils wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to discern between even the most inimitably nonplussing scents of vibrantly ecstatic life and ghoulishly forlorn blood? Has your heart wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to throb even an infidel fraction; although the ambience in which it triumphantly prevailed; was perennially charged with the unconquerable electricity of love? If the answer to the above is “Yes”; then I’d still urge you to unceasingly surge forward by the grace of the Omniscient Almighty God; to embrace every echelon of tyrannized living kind; in your timelessly and insuperably victorious humanitarian swirl, And if the answer to the above is a “Big No”; then be immediately and irrevocably prepared for the most diabolical of hell; as the Lord had bestowed upon you effulgent life only to “Live and Let Live”; only to bond every beat of your immortal heart with every traumatized element of living 1045

kind; only to wholeheartedly serve all estranged humanity till your very last breath; only to eternally share the infinite gifts of his Omnipotent Creation with each of his disciples; and not just to simply and worthlessly “Live”…

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TORTUROUS GHOST Neither could I feel the tiniest iota of thirst; Neither could I feel even an inconspicuously ethereal sensation in my lifelessly fetid skin, Neither could I experience the slightest ounce of pain; Neither could I perceive the most remotest definition of spell-binding fantasy in my dolorously deadened brain, Neither did I have the most transiently vanishing of desire; Neither did I feel it the slightest that I was indefatigably walking on the trajectory of this earth; greedily relishing the acrimoniously unsavory midnight, Neither did I posses the most obfuscated of integrity; Neither did I bleed an infinitesimal trifle; even when stabbed with an infinite million knives of the rampaging devil, Neither could I be seen by living beings celestially breathing alive; Neither could I be sighted by even the most amorphously non-existent of satanically vanquishing entities, Neither did I exist on holistically succulent food and water; Neither did I consume even an ounce of air for times and centuries immemorial, Neither could I procreate my own progeny; Neither did I have even the most oblivious trace of sibling; who could address me by my meaningless name, Neither could I ever try and express myself; Neither did I let even the most cloistered spectrum of expression escape from the heart of this fathomless planet, Neither did I ever rise even a pathetic centimeter from my grave a boundless feet beneath mud; Neither could the most contemporary super-powers of the world harm even a whisker of my wantonly blundering soul, Neither did I smile a fraction in the tenure of my life; Neither did an emotional tear ever escape from the whites and blacks of my eye; for a countless more births of mine, Neither could the greatest of philosophers and saints ever understand me; Neither did the most invisible of flame rise in the sky even after I 1047

was brutally and wholesomely burnt alive, Neither did I relent the slightest to the most abhorrently demoralizing of abuse; Neither did I posses even the most evanescent shadow of a conscience and the elements of truth, Neither did I dissipate into a billion pieces when fed into the lethal grinding machine; Neither was I born out of any mother or father on the soil of this unflinchingly adventurous Universe, Neither did I reminisce upon my past; present and future; Neither did the advancing of age have the most mercurial of impact upon my persona; as I towered taller than the tallest of mountains; even on my 1 millionth birthyear, Neither did I have even the most ephemeral droplet of blood circulating through my veins; Neither did I have flesh at all; as every ingredient of my body was a ghoulishly assassinated and sacrilegious skull, Neither was I ever successful in sighting my reflection; Neither could anybody ever get the most fugitive innuendo of my inhabitation; even though I galloped taller than the skies; in brilliantly unfettered daylight, Neither did I have the most stingily decrepit of virility; Neither did I let even the most disappearing dimension of newness ever proliferate till limitless kilometers around me, Neither had I the most obsolete cognition of literacy; Neither did I use my feet to move; as I lay suspended like a unabashedly wastrel scarecrow from the hell of sky; painstakingly crawling my way down the ladders of unimaginable devastation, Neither could I ever glisten in the pink of mesmerizing health; Neither did I give the most inane chance to the chapters of righteousness; to perpetuate into the mortuaries of my unfathomably deathly deliriousness, Neither did I breathe an infidel trifle till the time earth veritably existed and even beyond; Neither did any heart throb in my chest; as all that my body was composed of; was nothing but the pathetically diabolical gallows of death,

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But if there was indeed one thing that I perennially loved to do; that was to scare the guts out of the last bone of your spine in blazing daylight; that was to asphyxiate you to such a death that even death would tremble to define; that was to render you forever and ever and ever in the coffin of nothingness; that was to make you realize that if you indeed believed in the Omnipotent Lord Almighty; it was simply because of me the “TORTUROUS GHOST” who couldn’t be defeated by anyone else; but the voice of the Divine…

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POETRY… If its from the center of the voluptuously enriching clouds; then it has got to be nothing else but; tantalizing droplets of blissfully soothing and blessedly emollient rain, If its from the petals of the splendidly embellished rose; then it has got to be nothing else but; fantastically unhindered and impregnably enamoring fragrance, If its from the pristinely untainted labyrinths of soil; then it has got to be nothing else but; brilliantly optimistic and fabulously embellished fertility, If its from the gigantically undulating ocean; then it has got to be nothing else but; vivaciously wonderful and spell-bindingly poignant salt, If its from the blessedly sacrosanct cow; then it has got to be nothing else but; celestially fortifying and unconquerably compassionate milk, If its from the gallantly boisterous bumble bee; then it has got to be nothing else but; vividly enchanting and mellifluously iridescent honey, If its from the dedicatedly twinkling eye; then it has to got be nothing else but; undauntedly handsome and triumphantly blazing intensity, If its from the Omnipotently infallible Sun; then it has got to be nothing else but; brilliantly unfettered and undefeatedly spell-binding light, If its from the poignantly ecstatic Wind; then it has got to be nothing else but; profoundly sensuous and unimaginably innovative exhilaration, If its from the indomitably Herculean Mountain; then it has got to be nothing else but; perpetually subliming and convivially enshrouding unity, If its from the fathomlessly fantastic sky; then it has got to be nothing else but; perennially venerated and artistically uninhibited openness, If its from the marvelously virgin pearl; then it has got to be nothing else but; unfathomably resplendent and timelessly bewitching artistry, If its from the fearlessly Godly Mother; then it has got to be nothing else but; altruistically eternal and wonderfully ameliorating care, If its from the realms of insurmountably ignited yearning; then it has 1050

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got to be nothing else but; boundlessly unparalleled and inimitably effulgent ecstasy, If its from the jubilantly cavorting sheep; then it has got to be nothing else but; unsurpassably unadulterated and gloriously unimpeachable innocence, If its from the victoriously scarlet blood; then it has got to be nothing else but; ardently unending and blazingly unhindered passion, If its from the innocuously golden sweat; then it has got to be nothing else but; irrefutably righteous and truthfully synergistic perseverance, If its from the inexhaustible dormitories of the brain; then it has got be nothing else but; surreally titillating and majestically fructifying fantasy, If its from the mouth of the invincible lion; then it has got to be nothing else but; unlimitedly unconquerable and ferociously untamed aristocracy, If its from the soul of the newborn child; then it has got to be nothing else but; unassailably fecund and brilliantly optimistic truth, If its from the body of the astoundingly gifted seed; then it has got to be nothing else but; timelessly endowing and astoundingly blessing proliferation, If its from the lines of the incoherently sculptured palm; then it has got to be nothing else but; inexplicably reverberating and uncannily inscrutable adventure, If its from the fierily robust nostrils; then it has got to be nothing else but; inevitably divine and magically mitigating breath, And if its from the innermost realms of the passionate heart; then it has got to be nothing else but immortally Omnipresent and endlessly captivating “Poetry”

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DANCE… Dance. And you’ll uninhibitedly release even the most infinitesimal iota of mercilessly trapped frustration; disdainfully entrapped in your bones. Dance. And you’ll metamorphose every droplet of your brutally estranged sweat; into a paradise of intriguingly unparalleled and triumphant newness. Dance. And you’ll feel like the most pricelessly blessed artist on this fathomless Universe; efficaciously expressing even the most obsoletely defecating of your emotions; like the blazingly unfettered Sunlight. Dance. And you’ll feel an unsurpassably overwhelming urge to lead a countless more lives; as if every of your inadvertently committed sin is forever erased into the wisps of worthlessly wanton nothingness. Dance. And you’ll feel the innermost dormitories of your soul profoundly blending with every ounce of the celestial atmosphere; galloping as God’s most endowed organism alive. Dance. And you’ll feel the inferno of unconquerable desire tower to the most ultimate crescendo in your crimson blood; with every pristinely untamed pore of your skin insatiably yearning to be timelessly kissed. Dance. And you’ll feel that the tantalizing mists of infinite infinity were invincibly captured in your magical palms; with every bone in your gallantly bountiful persona rhythmically swaying to the beats of the divine. Dance. And you’ll feel that there was no bath ever which was better than the bath of mesmerizing golden sweat; as it resplendently trickled like the most sensuously blessing waterfall over every patch of your fantastically glistening and naked skin. Dance. And you’ll feel that exhaustion never ever existed on the trajectory of this boundless earth; with even the most ethereal trace of disease forever transforming into the heaven of unprecedented excitement. Dance. And you’ll want every second to consist of a countless more seconds; every pathway of ebulliently rhapsodic life to be endlessly eternal till the time planet earth holistically survived. Dance. And you’ll feel that even the most deliriously robotic structure 1052

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around you was silken fluffs of enamoring candy; inevitably culminating into a limitless forest of desire in every cranny of your impoverished caricature. Dance. And you’ll feel an inimitable fountain of heart-rendering empathy arise in the whites of your eyes; putting even the most disastrously frazzled dormitory of your brain to a perpetually glorifying rest. Dance. And you’ll learn to fly without wings even in the most fathomlessly unlimited of sky; indefatigably adventuring and proliferating into astounding newness; even as the entire earth around you brutally fought and died. Dance. And you’ll feel even the most treacherously obstinate of impediments beneath your feet convert into the oceans of unbridled prosperity; victoriously enveloping every of your nerve with undefeatable rhapsody. Dance. And you’ll feel like a freshly adorned bride; inexhaustibly tossing and turning on the bedsheets of Immortal friendship; waiting for the prince of her life to kiss her to an infinite billion lives. Dance. And you’ll feel as if you were the ultimate messiah of humanity; enlightening boundless orphans and deprived; with the miraculously subliming optimism in your vividly gleeful stride. Dance. And you’ll discover the most fragrantly invincible meaning of life; symbiotically coalesce every element of your majestic form with the insuperably panoramic cradle of Mother Nature. Dance. And you’ll feel as if your heart was the most pricelessly infallible creation on this gregariously impregnable Universe; with each of its Immortal beats forever bonding with the Omnipresent light of the Creator Divine. Dance. And you’ll feel as if the chapter of victoriously Omniscient life could never ever end; and with every joyously unhindered leap that you took into the atmosphere you were reborn again and again and again; for an infinite more lives and lifetimes…

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IF YOU NODDED YES Don’t you want to prosper in life; reach the zenith of astronomical success in the moments that you were destined to holistically exist ? Don’t you want to gallop in untamed exhilaration towards the sky; enshroud every cranny of your disastrously bedraggled persona; with winds of exhilarated happiness ? Don’t you want to float relentlessly in a land of dreams; fantasize about the most unprecedentedly beautiful lingering on this planet; with every breath that you mystically exhaled ? Don’t you want to blossom in the aisles of unfathomable desire; march on the lanes of irrefutable triumph; till times beyond eternity ? Well if your answer is NO; then please coalesce immediately with inconspicuously heinous winds of diabolical hell; and if you nodded YES; then immortal love is the bird that’ll take you there; and perpetually ensure that you robustly flied….

Don’t you want to bask in the glory of uninhibited freedom; unequivocally evolving your own new paths in life ? Don’t you want to survive as the most opulent entity alive; disseminating the invincible essence of truth; humanity; and brotherhood to the most remotest corner of this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe ? Don’t you want to be insatiably possessed by people you astoundingly adored; rejoice impeccable moments of your wonderfully bountiful childhood once again ? Don’t you want to seductively philander in the stupendously resplendent glory of the marvelous night; kiss the immaculate stars as you surreally trespassed by ? Well if your answer is NO; then please transpose immediately with pathetically blood-sucking parasites in satanic hell; and if you nodded YES; then immortal love is the wave that’ll take you there; and perpetually ensure that you incredulously smiled…. Don’t you want to leave your mark upon this fathomless earth; while you splendidly existed in supremely 1054

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symbiotic harmony with nature’s glamorous treasures ? Don’t you want to proliferate countless of your very own; witness your progeny blossom with your poignantly scarlet blood incarcerated in their veins ? Don’t you want to sparkle in the full fervor of compassionate existence; walk shoulder to shoulder with your philanthropic mates in happiness; as well as inexplicable pain ? Don’t you want to wholeheartedly transcend the boundaries of infinite infinity; pluck your unfathomable repertoire of benign desires; from royal blue carpets of blissful sky ? Well if your answer is NO; then please sink immediately in realms of treacherously invidious hell; and if you nodded YES; then immortal love is the cloud that’ll take you there; and perpetually ensure that you were blessed with all your wishes in flash seconds of time…. Don’t you want to drown in a garden of enchanting roses for times immemorial; majestically replenishing every iota of your dwindling senses with heavenly scent and the overwhelming scent of humanity ? Don’t you want to incessantly pour out the inner most recesses of your estranged soul; inundating the celestial atmosphere with the profusely passionate artistry in your integral sound ? Don’t you want to impregnably face every obstacle that dared come your way; unflinchingly confronting the most mightiest of battles viciously trying to asphyxiate all your ambition ? Don’t you want to live life to its unsurpassably fullest capacity; coining an intriguingly fabulous chapter of new existence; on every brilliantly intrepid step that you tread ? Well if you answer is NO; then please consume immediately the acrimonious thorns of ghastly hell; and if you passionately nodded YES; then immortal love is the only messiah that’ll take you there; perpetually ensure that you lived sacred life; even after veritable death….

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EACH LIFE LOVES Each star twinkles, Each rose scents, Each clock ticks, Each cloud drifts, Each arm sweats, Each lip smiles, Each skin bleeds, Each eye winks, Each wind blows, Each wave undulates, Each echo mystifies, Each seed sprouts, Each mother bears, Each pig gobbles, Each fist curls, Each ball rolls, Each icecube melts, Each bird flies, Each cloth sequesters, Each dungeon darkens, Each soul stupefies, Each nightingale mesmerizes, Each tooth chews, Each mosquito bites, Each peacock blossoms, Each lion roars, Each mind dreams, Each organism evolves, Each soldier immortalizes, Each shape signifies, Each battle vindicates, Each nose smells, Each waterfall diffuses, Each path leads, Each summit personifies, Each ideal enlightens, Each ray brightens, Each scorpion stings, Each gutter stinks, Each tongue satiates, Each demeanor shadows, Each root embeds, Each cow milks, Each glue sticks, Each mirror reflects, 1056

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Each trend innovates, Each beauty enchants, Each destiny enthralls, Each embrace intimates, Each stare captivates, Each pearl scintillates, Each muscle fortifies, Each game rejuvenates, Each effort achieves, Each foot tramples, Each ambition drives, Each lie decimates, Each manipulation massacres, Each passion fulminates, Each wing flaps, Each journey explores, Each arrow wounds, Each talent blooms, Each mission idolizes, Each example symbolizes, Each joy celebrates, Each tear commiserates, Each emulation falsifies, Each experience realizes, Each desire erupts, Each benevolence proliferates, Each proof validates, Each violence rebels, Each sleep replenishes, Each idea metamorphoses, Each adjective enhances, Each antiseptic heals, Each parasite clings, Each insult pinches, Each nail scratches, Each dog barks, Each bee hums, Each duck quacks, Each squirrel nibbles, Each feeling bonds, Each silence blesses, Each rebuke vomits, Each spider weaves, Each flame ignites, Each eraser rubs, Each brick constructs, Each dolphin delights, Each raspberry enthuses, 1057

Each acid burns, Each insinuation intrigues, Each leaf withers, Each snake hisses, Each pirate plunders, Each prince rules, Each enigma eludes, Each truth eternalizes, Each emblem patronizes, Each story modernizes, Each whip tyrannizes, Each raconteur soliloquizes, Each shackle traumatizes, Each beat pulsates, Each wine intoxicates, Each beam dazzles, Each sword slashes, Each advertisement beguiles, Each feather tickles, Each fire blazes, Each matchstick incinerates, Each droplet pacifies, Each complication tenses, Each sport recharges, Each whisper reverberates, Each model exposes, Each commodity sells, Each death depresses, Each height impresses, Each relationship harnesses, Each inspiration leads, Each medicine rehabilitates, Each knife cuts, Each noose strangulates, Each tail wags, Each desert simmers, Each farmer ploughs, Each scepter protects, Each conviction delivers, Each ink embosses, Each fish swims, Each frog croaks, Each leech sucks, Each astringent cleans, Each wall defends, Each cream titillates, Each desire mellows, Each romance flowers, 1058

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Each monster growls, Each lunatic frenzies, Each lover exultates, Each revolution perseveres, Each knot entangles, Each reward astonishes, Each cynosure reveals, Each impersonation cheats, Each coalition unites, Each sharing satisfies, Each yawn isolates, Each poking irritates, Each design synchronizes, Each dimension accurates, Each earthquake devastates, Each misdeed penalizes, Each thorn pierces, Each picture portrays, Each scowl abhors, Each lock incarcerates, Each key unveils, Each bone crunches, Each storm transcends, Each stream gurgles, Each fountain cascades, Each suspense chills, Each grave dooms, Each cuckoo sings, Each butterfly frolicks, Each chameleon changes, Each sadist tortures, Each fist clenches, Each neck rotates, Each bank secures, Each handshake binds, Each repetition emphasizes, Each panther gallops, Each fox manipulates, Each froth tantalizes, Each caricature mocks, Each ride frees, Each hook captures, Each horizon expands, Each platform resurrects, Each foothold maneuvers, Each sheep bleats, Each fountain cascades, Each icecream cools, 1059

Each candle melts, Each rain stimulates, Each bicycle pedals, Each fossil recounts, Each chocolate ravishes, Each dragon snares, Each rat squeaks, Each sponge compresses, Each spring rebounds, Each thumbprint qualifies, Each age teaches, Each situation demands, Each nostalgia yearns, Each caress stirs, Each encouragement revives, Each elastic stretches, Each file stores, Each boundary limits, Each mouth speaks, Each wave ebbs, Each bliss bestows, Each salute respects, Each cancer debilitates, Each loss cripples, Each scenery fascinates, Each sunshine optimizes, Each worm burrows, Each flamingo hibernates, Each crocodile pulverizes, Each voluptuous excites, Each lover sacrifices, Each possessive obsesses, Each support amalgamates, Each ant irritates, Each speck floats, Each politician promises, Each bat suspends, Each rendezvous intimates, Each spontaneity renews, Each marauding destructs, Each fever disorients, Each utopia incantates, Each burglar pilfers, Each bludgeon strikes, Each success inspires, Each imagination transpires, Each cheek blushes, Each greed empties, 1060

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Each umbrella shelters, Each culture cares, Each smoke smolders, Each film stars, Each lick wets, Each melody enthralls, Each cognition triggers, Each meditation concentrates, Each cat meows, Each volcano erupts, Each tornado entrenches, Each python swallows, Each art expresses, Each word exemplifies, Each balance weighs, Each nerve connects, Each reflection magnifies, Each magnet attracts, Each philanthropism appreciates, Each demon intimidates, Each infant cries, Each balloon bursts, Each beak pecks, Each envious condemns, Each dawn embellishes, Each infection spreads, Each massage recharges, Each host serves, Each tip epitomizes, Each soil cultivates, Each bomb devastates, Each enclosure obfuscates, Each garland felicitates, Each facility facilitates, Each goodness prevails, Each current electrocutes, Each toy plays, Each fairy marvels, Each window overlooks, Each eyeball moistens, Each trendsetter motivates, Each messiah ameliorates, Each pagan violates, Each mist obscures, Each pain perpetuates, Each humanitarian helps, Each oil greases, Each draught whistles, 1061

Each conscience guides, Each monotony exhausts, Each drama evokes, Each karma consecrates, Each religion cares, Each breath lives, Each heart palpitates, Each body relishes, Each existence decides, And each life loves….

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LOVE IS LIVING Sunrays are fascinatingly blazing, Lotus’s are blissfully blooming, Skies are torrentially pelting, Beauty is redolently everlasting, Frogs are majestically croaking, Eagles are ingratiatingly soaring, Grasshoppers are rambunctiously chattering, Rainbows are vivaciously scintillating, Eyelids are flirtatiously winking, Waterfalls are marvelously rejuvenating, War’s are abhorrently stinking, Gorges are unfathomably mystifying, Trees are rhapsodically frolicking, Clocks are meticulously ticking, Nightingales are melodiously singing, Crocodiles are ominously menacing, Whispers are seductively tantalizing, Dolphins are ecstatically leaping, Clouds are voluptuously fascinating, Rainshowers are gloriously titillating, Fairies are impeccably mesmerizing, Devils are viciously devastating, Harbingers are fragrantly blossoming, Oceans are gorgeously undulating, Eyeballs are indefatigably revolving, Bloodstreams are poignantly bestowing, Beasts are satanically marauding, Earlobes are resplendently dangling, Deserts are unsurpassably sweltering, Maelstroms are tirelessly hurling, Dungeons are hideously depraving, Nights are sensuously tingling, Fortresses are compassionately sequestering, Castles are grandiloquently reinvigorating, God’s are perennially blessing, Fountains are vividly sparkling, Prisons are diabolically traumatizing, Hell is treacherously penalizing, Soldiers are patriotically fighting, Criminals are murderously vandalizing, Valleys are panoramically enticing, Dreams are resplendently ingratiating, Philanthropists are impeccably shimmering, 1063

Nights are voluptuously revitalizing, Humanity is perpetually uniting, Cowards are incessantly whining, Palaces are grandiloquently glistening, Solidarity is perennially amalgamating, Scent is timelessly sprouting, Bees are boisterously buzzing, Owls are enigmatically quizzing, Traitors are unrelentingly dithering, Icicles are frigidly frosting, Grassblades are supremely enamoring, Scientists are invariably pondering, Corpses are salaciously decaying, Truth is forever celebrating, Dinosaurs are mercilessly stampeding, Bells are divinely tinkling, Cows are holistically milking, Sheep are innocuously grazing, Manipulation is satanically abhorring, Wines are sensuously intoxicating, Stars are vividly radiating, Fanatics are insanely iterating, Clowns are inherently laughing, Spiders are bountifully weaving, Bats are vindictively sucking, Nature is symbiotically entertaining, Dictators are insidiously domineering, Angels are miraculously healing, Sweat is fabulously persevering, Corruption is deliriously maiming, Petals are intricately sensing, Roots are unassailably defending, Reality is candidly believing, Lions are euphorically roaring, Prejudiced are discordantly whimpering, Robots are miserably asphyxiating, Charisma is inevitably attracting, Benevolence is ever-pervadingly scintillating, Lies is disgustingly rotting, Peacocks are marvelously dancing, Squirrels are immaculately munching, Leopards are indiscriminately crunching, Politicians are shrewdly pulverizing, Tycoons are monotonously demoralizing, Cottonbuds are pristinely sheltering, Matchsticks are capriciously flaming, Infidel are pathetically caning, Eyelids are indefatigably raving, 1064

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Conscience is endlessly assimilating, Mountains are gloriously towering, Footprints are explicitly unraveling, Shadows are fascinatingly appealing, Ancestors are regally soliloquizing, Tornado’s are gustily blowing, Fans are ebulliently circulating, Breath is astoundingly evolving, And love is Omnisciently living…..

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LOVE IS PRICELESS Stones are lackadaisically worthless, Gutters are preposterously baseless, Greed is invidiously senseless, Depression is devastatingly meaningless, Mania’s are obsessively weightless, Enmity is salaciously bottomless, Traitors are treacherously groundless, Stagnation is venomously valueless, Diabolism is vindictively useless, Manipulation is hideously profitless, Emptiness is ominously fruitless, Ghosts are disconcertingly hopeless, Frigidity is inevitably hapless, Boredom is lethally purposeless, Death is despairingly motionless, Cowardice is ludicrously skulless, Infidelity is pathetically pointless, Oceans are bountifully fathomless, Lies are maliciously soundless, Fantasies are unrelentingly boundless, Tangible are rhapsodically countless, Expressions are poignantly dateless, Lechery is disastrously voiceless, Beggars are ridiculously gutless, Sleazy are bombastically strapless, Adventurous are exhilaratingly shoeless, Orphaned are deplorably houseless, Benevolence is perennially timeless, Murderers are laughably spineless, Excitement is incomprehensibly numberless, Awestruck are unbelievingly speechless, Imprisoned are brutally expressionless, Compassion is irrefutably wordless, Butchers are satanically soulless, Deserts are ditheringly treeless, Corpses are insidiously passionless, Indigenous are rustically mannerless, Dungeons are insanely windless, Feathers are fantastically noiseless, Nonchalant are parsimoniously listless, Innocent are harmoniously creaseless, Clouds are inscrutably ceaseless, Vegetables are celestially boneless, Terrorists are bizarrely bloodless, Parasites are staggeringly breathless, 1066

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Corruptive are mockingly spiritless, Dissatisfied are overwhelming restless, Insipid are invasively rimless, Doleful are drearily cordless, Maniacal are profusely airless, Waterfalls are blissfully hairless, Silken are immaculately seamless, Monotonous are turgidly dreamless, Graveyards are stinkingly toothless, Blood-sucking are incorrigibly motherless, Absolution is divinely painless, Nothingness is indolently aimless, Pompous are indigently shameless, Sewers are immutably nameless, Pigs are greedily brainless, Assassins are indispensably fatherless, Vandals are horrifically flowerless, Cockroaches are disgustingly tuneless, Philanthropists are unequivocally taintless, Pretentious are horrendously cultureless, Gloom is inexplicably colorless, Skies are unfathomably limitless, Demons are insidiously starless, Barbaric are despondently seedless, Prejudiced are ignominiously friendless, Relationships are impregnably measureless, Depression is tyrannically lusterless, Capricious are staggeringly careless, Tornado’s are tumultuously gearless, Afternoons are swelteringly moonless, Honesty is irrefutably stainless, Malicious are impoverishedly armless, Birds are ecstatically footless, Fairies are ravishingly beardless, Impeachment is grotesquely faceless, Entrepreneurs are intrepidly fearless, Logs are obdurately foamless, Enigmas are tantalizingly keyless, Horizons are obliviously clueless, Hollowness is penalizingly handless, Dishonest are insatiably penniless, Lazy are waveringly jobless, Hell is torturously heartless, Nature is flirtatiously wireless, Shadows are diminutively powerless, Blood-thirsty are wholesomely artless, Destinies are waveringly mapless, Dare-devils are snobbishly wreckless, 1067

Pragmatic are prudently cloudless, Cursed are lamely childless, Infants are perpetually faultless, And love is immortally priceless…

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PRECIOUS Spurious are those who bombastically manipulate, Hideous are those who barbarically cheat, Pompous are those who capriciously brag, Surreptitious are those who devilishly flirt, Prodigious are those who prolifically burgeon, Promiscuous are those who raunchily unleash, Lugubrious are those who remorsefully castigate, Dolorous are those who sullenly fret, Licentious are those who bawdily embrace, Capricious are those who insipidly wither, Porous are those who candidly fulminate, Superfluous are those who unnecessarily flaunt, Outrageous are those who traumatically condemn, Ignominious are those who unrelentingly abuse, Courageous are those who unflinchingly confront, Audacious are those who intrepidly adventure, Salacious are those who sleazily ostracize, Sanctimonious are those who ostentatiously purify, Delicious are those who harmoniously synthesize, Deleterious are those who perniciously destroy, Ominous are those who abhorrently envy, Perilous are those who precariously slither, Ostentatious are those who invidiously epitomize, Pretentious are those who treacherously plot, Vociferous are those who discordantly chatter, Tumultuous are those who poignantly embark, Ubiquitous are those who celestially patronize, Rambunctious are those who cacophonically utter, Sensuous are those who tantalizingly fantasize, Voluptuous are those who eternally romance, Ferocious are those who vengefully pluck, Glamorous are those who aristocratically cynosure, Blasphemous are those who malevolently plunder, Loquacious are those who indefatigably chatter, Dexterous are those who articulately maneuver, Malicious are those who vindictively stab, Victorious are those who unitedly surge, Torturous are those who worthlessly asphyxiate, Pugnacious are those who morbidly attack, Insidious are those who tyrannically lambaste, Glorious are those who spell bindingly blaze, Fabulous are those who magnificently dream, Marvelous are those who wonderfully synchronize, Tremendous are those who passionately bond, 1069

Incredulous are those who rejuvenatingly proliferate, Onerous are those who perseveringly sweat, Sonorous are those who airily shun, Notorious are those who diabolically cheat, Flirtatious are those who mischievously wander, Vicious are those who parasitically evict, Parsimonious are those who stingily poison, Pious are those who impeccably sanctify, Atrocious are those who sinfully infiltrate, Acrimonious are those who hatefully whip, Luminous are those who benevolently shimmer, Vivacious are those who resplendently blossom, Precocious are those who rhythmically mushroom, Thunderous are those who deafeningly reverberate, Innocuous are those who truthfully breathe, Obnoxious are those who disdainfully backbite, Scurrilous are those who brutally desensitize, Gracious are those who charismatically melange, Ludicrous are those who maniacally discriminate, Opprobrious are those who impeachingly debase, Sumptuous are those who ravishingly relish, Ravenous are those who disastrously impoverish, Egregious are those who ruthlessly orphan, Ambitious are those who tirelessly conceive, Bounteous are those who philanthropically disseminate, Courteous are those who wholeheartedly blend, Zealous are those who fervently pursue, Arduous are those who insatiably long, Assiduous are those who diligently progress, Dubious are those who ingloriously ruminate, Ambiguous are those who inexplicably vacillate, And precious are those who symbiotically exist….

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SPIRIT NEVER DIES Artists die; their art never dies, Trees die; their wind never dies, Music dies; its tunes never die, Birds die; its flight never dies, Roses die; their scent never dies, Ocean die; their tanginess never dies, Eyes die; their empathy never dies, Fires die; their passion never dies, Forests die; their mysticism never dies, Clouds die; their enchantment never dies, Moonlight dies; its resplendence never dies, Peacocks die; their dance never dies, Kings die; their royalty never dies, Time dies; its essence never dies, Moments die; their memories never die, Light dies; its horizons never die, Sportsmen die; their euphoria never dies, Humanitarians die; their philanthropism never dies, Lips die; their smiles never die, Kisses die; their intensity never dies, Soldiers die; their bravery never dies, Courtesans die; their seduction never dies, Ink dies; its literature never dies, Idols die; their morals never die, Eagles die; their majesty never dies, Caresses die; their compassion never dies, Echoes die; their enigma never dies, Footsteps die; their path never dies, Saints die; their blessings never die, Storms die; their flamboyance never dies, Cuckoos die; their dawn never dies, Embraces die; their warmth never dies, Beehives die; their sweetness never dies, Shadows die; their incantation never dies, Lightening dies; its exhilaration never dies, Beauty dies; its fragrance never dies, Pioneers die; their conviction never dies, Conjurers die; their magic never dies, Philosophers die; their ideals never die, Waterfalls die; their exuberance never dies, Fantasises die; their excitement never dies, Exemplaries die; their reflection never dies, 1071

Explorers die; their expedition never dies, Clocks die; their time never dies, Muscles die; their ardour never dies, Desires die; their fascination never dies, Relationships die; their intimacy never dies, Fairies die; their innocence never dies, Crops die; their soil never dies, Deeds die; their virtue never dies, Styles die; their grace never dies, Castles die; their grandiloquence never dies, Mothers die; their tenderness never dies, Civilizations die; their rudiments never die, Religion dies; its equality never dies, Palms die; their destiny never dies, Blood dies; its poignancy never dies, Revolution dies; its belligerence never dies, Winks die; their flirtation never dies, Food dies; its taste never dies, Flesh dies; its character never dies, Brain dies; its ideas never die, Squirrel dies; its vivaciousness never dies, Perspiration dies; its perseverance never dies, Fingers die; their signature never dies, Language dies; its expression never dies, Exhibitions die; their masterpieces never die, Exemplifications die; their experiences never die, Gladiators die; their brazenness never dies, Glaciers die; their rejuvenation never dies, Color dies; its vibrancy never dies, Poet dies; his poetry never dies, Messiahs die; their truth never dies, Panthers die; their growl never dies, Awards die; their triumph never dies, Nightingale dies; its melody never dies, Fabric dies; its shelter never dies, Horse dies; its gallop never dies, Caves die; their voluptuousness never dies, Designs die; their harmony never dies, Comrades die; their friendship never dies, Whistles die; their ebullience never dies, Events die; their activity never dies, Species die; their impressions never die, Night dies; its captivation never dies, Mission dies; its optimism never dies, Solitude dies; its contentment never dies, Dolphins die; their animation never dies, Spiders die; their webs never die, Youth dies; its exultation never dies, 1072

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Entrepreneurs die; their vision never dies, Renaissance dies; its freedom never dies, Lovers die; their love never dies, Heart dies; its beats never die, Body dies; its benevolence never dies, Breath dies; its omnipotence never dies, And life dies; but its spirit never dies…

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UNITY With rain; comes cheer, With pride; comes downfall, With satisfaction; comes richness, With adventure; comes exuberance, With speed; comes exhilaration, With benevolence; comes mankind, With religion; comes conflict, With poverty; comes starvation, With joke; comes laughter, With dreamgirl; comes fantasy, With contentment; comes prosperity, With mission; comes ambition, With triumph; comes fulfillment, With dream; comes enchantment, With flower; comes scent, With breeze; comes serenity, With moonlight; comes bliss, With storm; comes passion, With sea; comes vivaciousness, With war; comes belligerence, With pompousness; comes destruction, With perseverance; comes success, With determination; comes concentration, With ornaments; comes embellishments, With nightingale; comes melody, With nonchalance; comes failure, With rainbow; comes vibrancy, With earthquake; comes devastation, With togetherness; comes caring, With earth; comes vitality, With marriage; comes festivity, With tea; comes rejuvenation, With dance; comes titillation, With fish; comes agility, With blink; comes mischief, With youth; comes impulse, With manipulation; comes deploration, With mania; comes insanity, With interaction; comes intimacy, With intimidation; comes fear, With castle; comes grandiloquence, With reptile; comes poison, With wine; comes intoxication, With poem; comes poignancy, 1074

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With business; comes lechery, With dirt; comes disease, With night; comes rhapsody, With muscle; comes might, With commitment; comes conviction, With art; comes glorification, With mountains; comes fortification, With teamwork; comes inspiration, With children; comes newness, With diligence; comes achievement, With drought; comes misery, With cherry; comes delight, With eloquence; comes smartness, With acclimatization; comes versatility, With sharing; comes bondage, With agony; comes vindication, With trends; comes change, With vigor; comes flamboyance, With beauty; comes connoisseurs, With nostalgia; comes past, With oldness; comes decay, With activity; comes boisterousness, With battle; comes bloodshed, With belief; comes resilience, With romance; comes dream, With passion; comes ignition, With salt; comes tanginess, With diamond; comes scintillation, With star; comes resplendence, With caress; comes magnetism, With prudence; comes foresight, With aim; comes means, With mastery; comes perfection, With divine; comes bliss, With brotherhood; comes immortality, With butterfly; comes frolic, With experience; comes maturity, With flight; comes enthrallment, With mirror; comes reflection, With vibration; comes tingling, With shadow; comes enigma, With patriotism; comes renaissance, With cynosure; comes glitteratti, With dwelling; comes retreat, With quilt; comes warmth, With slavery; comes repugnance, With lies; comes hate, With lime; comes freshness, 1075

With cowardice; comes regret, With wolves; comes barking, With clairvoyance; comes unpredictability, With abeyance; comes despair, With success; comes confidence, With introspection; comes improvement, With serenity; comes sedation, With umbrella; comes shelter, With grass; comes captivation, With sheep; comes wool, With bees; comes pandemonium, With manipulation; comes mayhem, With yearning; comes remorse, With atheism; comes dwindling, With cataract; comes obscurity, With oblivion; comes dilapidation, With sleep; comes reinvigoration, With obsession; comes possession, With mosquito; comes pertinence, With vomiting; comes repulsion, With undulations; comes mysteries, With smiles; comes amiability, With stagnation; comes doom, With flair; comes dynamism, With hugs; comes sensuousness, With demons; comes abhorrence, With facsimile; comes humiliation, With flatulence; comes indigestion, With partiality; comes desperation, With risk; comes uncanniness, With negligence; comes halfheartedness, With cinema; comes entertainment, With falsification; comes worthlessness, With dangling; comes looseness, With punch; comes doughtiness, With pinch; comes naughtiness, With birthdays; comes jubilation, With ostentation; comes foolhardiness, With expectations; comes longing, With stitching; comes firmness, With accomplishment; comes wholeness, With target; comes focus, With monsoons; comes mysticism, With trespassing; comes revolt, With bullet; comes hostility, With sorrow; comes freezing, With snow; comes freezing, With rehabilitation; comes betterment, 1076

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With astuteness; comes dexterity, With masquerade; comes concealment, With emeralds; comes glow, With utopia; comes perpetuality, With ulcers; comes discomfort, With traffic; comes congestion, With crippling; comes debilitation, With worms; comes acrimoniousness, With apprehension; comes circumspection, With command; comes authority, With community; comes friendship, With eccentricity; comes isolation, With solidarity; comes divine, With irony; comes detestation, With shivering; comes nervousness, With amalgamation; comes power, With emancipation; comes salvation, With setbacks; comes realization, With echo; comes reverberation, With rhyme; comes reason, With semblance; comes normalcy, With health; comes stamina, With quavering; comes hypertension, With diversion; comes adroitness, With corpulence; comes disorders, With resolution; comes purpose, With elastic; comes flexibility, With desire; comes ecstasy, With tuberculosis; comes coughing, With cruise; comes vastness, With corporates; comes professionalism, With gloom; comes deprivation, With games; comes uninhibition, With camel; comes perseverance, With experience; comes expertise, With blending; comes cuisine, With pandemonium; comes crisis, With halitosis; comes aversion, With discovery; comes thrill, With infatuation; comes longing, With trees; comes oxygen, With dimples; comes blushing, With departure; comes tragedy, With giant; comes magnification, With fiction; comes imagination, With etiquette; comes civilization, With effort; comes dividends, With sordidness; comes fever, 1077

With surplus; comes rejection, With routine; comes synchronization, With globalization; comes progress, With insects; comes pertinence, With power; comes responsibility, With breath; comes life, With conscience; comes truth, With mother; comes God, With unity; comes humanity….

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FIFTY FIFTY 50% Vivacious; 50 % Vexed, 50 % Fresh; 50 % Feverish, 50 % Friendly; 50 % Fiend, 50 % Resplendent; 50 % Raunchy, 50 % Felicitating; 50 % False, 50 % Prosperous; 50 % Penurious, 50 % Brilliant; 50 % Baseless, 50 % Dreaming; 50 % Devil, 50 % Smiling; 50 % Satanic, 50 % Kinsman; 50 % Knived, 50 % Luminescent; 50 % Lecherous, 50 % Ideal; 50 % Idle, 50 % Sunshine; 50 % Salacious, 50 % Doughty; 50 % Diabolical, 50 % Honest; 50 % Hedonistic, 50 % Omnipotent; 50 % Obsolescent, 50 % Victorious; 50 % Vicarious, 50 % Fantasizing; 50 % Feckless, 50 % Amiable; 50 % Atrocious, 50 % Wholesome; 50 % Withering, 50 % Innovative; 50 % Insomniac, 50 % Blithe; 50 % Bigot, 50 % Congenial; 50 % Cunning, 50 % Doll; 50 % Dreary, 50 % Mollifying; 50 % Monstrous, 50 % Go; 50 % Garrulous, 50 % Heavenly;50 % Haughty, 50 % Jubilant; 50 % Jailing, 50 % Memorable; 50 % Mad, 50 % Divine; 50 % Dastardly, 50 % Celestial; 50 % Cowardly, 50 % Benign; 50 % Baneful, 50 % Breath; 50 % Breathless, 50 % Enchanting; 50 % Egregious, 50 % Exotic; 50 % Earthquake, 50 % Princely; 50 % Penalizing, 50 % Fathomless; 50 % Filching, 50 % Nightingale; 50 % Nightmarish, 50 % Culpable; 50 % Criminal, 50 % Embellished; 50 % Empty, 50 % Articulate; 50 % Abject, 1079

50 % Royal; 50 % Ragamuffin, 50 % Uninhibited; 50 % Usurped, 50 % Unassailable; 50 % Uxorious, 50 % Bountiful; 50 % Barren, 50 % Seductive; 50 % Sabbatical, 50 % Wonderful; 50 % Wastrel, 50 % Passionate; 50 % Parsimonious, 50 % Mesmerizing; 50 % Mercurial, 50 % Understanding; 50 % Uncouth, 50 % Gratifying; 50 % Gaseous, 50 % Emollient; 50 % Evaporating, 50 % Serenading; 50 % Silent, 50 % Palatial; 50 % Preposterous, 50 % Regale; 50 % Rougish, 50 % Real; 50 % Retrospect, 50 % Vibrant; 50 % Vindictive, 50 % Voluptuous; 50 % Viscid, 50 % Tantalizing; 50 % Taciturn, 50 % Dynamic; 50 % Deteriorating, 50 % Piquant; 50 % Purposeless, 50 % Volatile; 50 % Vanishing,’ 50 % Mischievous; 50 % Maudlin, 50 % Kissing; 50 % Kleptomaniac, 50 % Nubile; 50 % Nictitating, 50 % Learned; 50 % Libidinous, 50 % Ameliorating; 50 % Amateurish, 50 % Magnetic; 50 % Megalomaniac, 50 % Hot; 50 % Hypocrite, 50 % Commemorating; 50 % Conundrum, 50 % Exploring; 50 % Ending, 50 % Fructifying; 50 % Foolhardy, 50 % Sagacious; 50 % Suckered, 50 % Titillating; 50 % Tyrannical, 50 % Ubiquitous; 50 % Unbelievable, 50 % Beautiful; 50 % Bourgeoisie, 50 % Callisthenic; 50 % Commercial, 50 % Evolving; 50 % Exonerating, 50 % Symbiotic; 50 % Sleazy, 50 % Luscious; 50 % Livid, 50 % Connubial; 50 % Cannibalistic, 50 % Handsome; 50 % Halitosis, 50 % Nostalgic; 50 % Nymphomaniac, 50 % Dutiful; 50 % Delinquent, 50 % Propitious; 50 % Perfidious, 50 % Rhapsodic; 50 % Revengeful, 50 % Enamoring; 50 % Entropy, 50 % Abounding; 50 % Amorphous, 50 % Astounding; 50 % Abjuring, 1080

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50 % Convivial; 50 % Camouflaging, 50 % Winning; 50 % Wounded, 50 % Looming; 50 % Laconic, 50 % Fervent; 50 % Freezing, 50 % Sensational; 50 % Senile, 50 % Venerated; 50 % Vociferous, 50 % Burgeoning; 50 % Bucolic, 50 % Heart-rendering; 50 % Heartless, 50 % Dancing; 50 % Dogmatic, 50 % Effeminate; 50 % Ennui, 50 % Ebullient; 50 % Enervating, 50 % Eternal; 50 % Emasculating, 50 % Unsurpassable; 50 % Underdeveloped, 50 % Impeccable; 50 % Ignominious, 50 % Acclimatizing; 50 % Acrimonious, 50 % Adventurous; 50 % Avaricious, 50 % Fearless; 50 % Fastidious, 50 % Celebrating; 50 % Castrating, 50 % Gigantic; 50 % Genocidal, 50 % Replenishing; 50 % Ravenous, 50 % Temperate; 50 % Tempestuous, 50 % Patriotic; 50 % Parasitic, 50 % Paradise; 50 % Paradoxical, 50 % Twinkling; 50 % Truculent, 50 % Enigmatic; 50 % Extinguishing, 50 % Jaunty; 50 % Jinxed, 50 % Loquacious; 50 % Listless, 50 % Quintessential; 50 % Quarrelsome, 50 % Sacrosanct; 50 % Somnambulistic, 50 % Philosophical; 50 % Pallid, 50 % Specialized; 50 % Sundry, 50 % Coherent; 50 % Carcinogenic, 50 % Restorative; 50 % Repugnant, 50 % Illuminating; 50 % Insipid, 50 % Illustrious; 50 % Imbecile, 50 % Disciplined; 50 % Deleterious, 50 % Dainty; 50 % Derelict, 50 % Ingratiating; 50 % Infantile, 50 % Blossoming; 50 % Bones, 50 % Blessing; 50 % Bloody, 50 % Marvelous; 50 % Mimicking, 50 % Musical; 50 % Mute, 50 % Cavorting; 50 % Cremating, 50 % Delicious; 50 % Deserted, 50 % Nutritious; 50 % Nonchalant, 50 % Pragmatic; 50 % Pirated, 50 % Scholarly; 50 % Skewed, 1081

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50 % Synchronized; 50 % Satanic, 50 % Perspicacious; 50 % Pinned, 50 % Levitating; 50 % Laggard, 50 % Silken; 50 % Sledging, 50 % Jingling; 50 % Jarring, 50 % Opulent; 50 % Obnoxious, 50 % Perfectionist; 50 % Puerile, 50 % Affable; 50 % Agnostic, 50 % Fulsome; 50 % Flatulent, 50 % Rhyming; 50 % Refurbished, 50 % Opulent; 50 % Orphaned, 50 % Child-Like; 50 % Castrated, 50 % Pleasurable; 50 % Plotting, And 100 % Immortal Love; 100% Immortal Love till times beyond infinite infinity, Is what has been; is; and shall forever be; the chapter of Perennially infinitesimal and worthlessly molecular human life….

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AS THE LORD ALMIGHTY HAD LET YOU COME Get of the shadows of others; in order to find your very own optimistic Sun of unflinchingly peerless and brilliantly unfettered; light, Get of the palms of others; in order to find your very own unparalleled entrenchment of beautifully inscrutable and timelessly emollient; destiny lines, Get of the lips of others; in order to find your very own heaven of inimitably resplendent and unbelievably exuberant; smiles, Get of the eyes of others; in order to find your very own celestial mirror of candidly discerning and triumphantly enlightening; sight, Get of the footsteps of others; in order to find your very own pathway of unflinchingly unconquerable and timelessly endowing; truth, Get of the blood of others; in order to find your very own sky of benevolently supreme and wonderfully indomitable; integrity, Get of the shoulders of others; in order to find your very own fortress of pricelessly inimitable and unsurpassably Herculean; strength, Get of the soul of others; in order to find your very own river of boundlessly charismatic and endlessly proliferating; artistry, Get of the fingers of others; in order to find your very own cradle of unshakably miraculous and unceasingly coalescing; friendship, Get of the tongue of others; in order to find your very own civilization of blazingly unstoppable and altruistically philanthropic; speech, Get of the brain of others; in order to find your very own meadows of pricelessly ebullient and fathomlessly innovative; fantasy, Get of the veins of others; in order to find your very own festoon of marvelously virile and unendingly procreating; fertility, Get of the sleep of others; in order to find your very own garden of panoramically liberated and magically mollifying; sleep, Get of the eyelashes of others; in order to find your very own hillock of stupendously immaculate and unfathomably unhindered; mischief, Get of the stomach of others; in order to find your very own scepter of blisteringly majestic and philanthropically unmatched; identity, Get of the nails of others; in order to find your very own punch of fearlessly gutsy and intrepidly exhilarating; temerity, Get of the feet of others; in order to find your very own cosmos of righteously obeisant and ever-pervadingly Omnipotent; salvation, Get of the ears of others; in order to find your very own atmosphere of 1084

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astutely articulate and symbiotically perspicacious; perception, Get of the salvia of others; in order to find your very own bud of scrumptiously illuminating and tantalizingly victorious; taste, Get of the breath of others; in order to find your very own fragrance of indefatigably evolving and uncannily royal; existence, Get of the conscience of others; in order to find your very own voice of gloriously everlasting and insuperably Omnipresent; truth, But forever stay in the hearts of others; immortally bonding with every beat of your compatriots; immortally radiating the essence of unassailably compassionate togetherness; immortally throbbing for even the most infinitesimal speck of benign goodness; immortally existing as a Universe of oneness; as the Lord Almighty had let you come…

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IT WAS ONLY SO THAT If I was born miserably invisible; it was only so that all those visible on the trajectory of this fathomlessly ebullient Universe; perpetually realized the value of their robustly majestic form, If I was born haplessly blind; it was only so that all those bright eyed on the trajectory of this boundlessly exhilarating Universe; perpetually realized the value of their pricelessly panoramic sight, If I was born disastrously dumb; it was only so that all those with voice on the trajectory of this brilliantly optimistic Universe; perpetually realized the value of their extraordinarily explicit speech, If I was born preposterously deaf; it was only so that all those who could hear on the trajectory of this wonderfully symbiotic Universe; perpetually realized the value of their celestially gifted ears, If I was born pathetically cancerous; it was only so that all those with scintillating health on the trajectory of this pristinely burgeoning Universe; perpetually realized the value of their harmoniously holistic well-being, If I was born grotesquely maimed; it was only so that all those with feet on the trajectory of this beautifully effulgent Universe; perpetually realized the value of their boisterously untamed spiritedness, If I was born cadaverously impotent; it was only so that all those virile on the trajectory of this magically unparalleled Universe; perpetually realized the value of their bountifully magnanimous creation, If I was born morbidly jinxed; it was only so that all those with royal destiny lines on the trajectory of this fantastically fruitful Universe; perpetually realized the value of their fortunately privileged existence, If I was born inconsolably weeping; it was only so that all those smiling on the trajectory of this unbelievably magnetic Universe; perpetually 1086

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realized the value of their timelessly victorious happiness, If I was born hopelessly impoverished; it was only so that all those unfathomably talented on the trajectory of this stupendously heavenly Universe; perpetually realized the value of their god-gifted versatility, If I was born hideously lynched; it was only so that all those perfectly masculine on the trajectory of this unsurpassably venerated Universe; perpetually realized the value of their astronomically untainted power, If I was born torturously slaved; it was only so that all those liberated on the trajectory of this limitlessly sprouting Universe; perpetually realized the value of their aristocratically unmatched freedom, If I was born deliriously estranged; it was only so that all those righteously sane on the trajectory of this unceasingly endowing Universe; perpetually realized the value of their synergistically subliming sanctity, If I was born mercilessly orphaned; it was only so that all those with their mothers on the trajectory of this interminably replenishing Universe; perpetually realized the value of their unconquerably priceless childhood, If I was born venomously blood-stained; it was only so that all those with impeccable conscience on the trajectory of this vividly sensuous Universe; perpetually realized the value of their indomitably infallible honesty, If I was born cadaverously coldblooded; it was only so that all those with empathy on the trajectory of this magnificently benign Universe; perpetually realized the value of their altruistically unbridled humanity, If I was born in the worthlessly abysmal gutters; it was only so that all those with castles on the trajectory of this fabulously Omnipotent Universe; perpetually realized the value of their jubilantly replete prosperity, If I was born unforgivably dead; it was only so that all those breathing on the trajectory of this spectacularly enigmatic Universe; perpetually realized the value of their endlessly winning life, And if was born satanically betrayed; it was only so that all those compassionately bonding on the trajectory of this indefatigably uninterrupted Universe; perpetually realized the value of their Immortally 1087

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ITS ALL THERE IN YOUR HEART Something as sweet as hot chocolate; delectable crusts of cherry pudding strewn bountifully on shoots of fresh green grass, Something as mystical as the densely foliated jungles; wild outgrowths of rampant creepers scintillating under the tenacious beams of pearly moonlight, Something as gentle as the cascading waterfall; bursting into a billion droplets of tantalizing froth after nimbly clashing against the cold chain of rocks, Something as turbulent as the fulminating volcano; sprouting into infinite shades of emerald light, Wait! Wait! Wait!. You don't have to visit heaven for all that; for believe me; its all there neatly trapped in your heart! ********* Something as soft as pure velvet strings dangling merrily in the air; a couch embedded profusely with mesmerizing fluff, Something as tangy as vivacious ocean salt; the poignant granules of silver sands found in abundance on the silken shores, Something as opulent as the entire dungeon inundated with shimmering pearls; radiating austerely in the eerie blanket of darkness, Something as flamboyant as the blistering Sun; blazing its way ferociously through the dolorous doom hovering in every remotely obsolete corner of the earth, Wait! Wait! Wait! You don't have to visit heaven for all that; for believe me; its all there passionately wandering in your heart! ********* 1089

Something as colorful as the resplendent rainbow; casting its astoundingly spell binding spell in the colossal sky, Something as animatedly boisterous as pelting globules of rain; thunderclouds in space engulfed with streaks of crimson lightening, Something as effusive as a river of sparkling tears gushing down rubicund cheek; basking in the glory of inner most emotions encompassing nostalgic childhood, Something as invincible as the wall of immortal love; perpetually safe against any hostile attack ever conceivable in this world, Wait! Wait! Wait! You don't have to visit heaven for all that; for believe me; its all there swelling cyclonically in your heart! ********* Something faster than the speed of light; traversing across the globe like infinite bullets whizzing past at a time, Something more seductive than the most ravishing of fruit; more delicious crusts of honey to gulp and consume, Something as aromatic as the scarletly robust rose; profusely disseminating its scent with overwhelming equanimity in the dolorously dull wind drifting around, Something larger than any dimension; richer than any individual; stronger than any evil towering till the cosmos; as sacred as God who evolved the first human; unsolicitedly harboring all the love that was ever prevalent in this Universe, Wait! Wait! Wait! You don't have to visit heaven for all that; for believe me; its all there naturally and blissfully proliferating every second in your heart!!!

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SOLELY ON THE BEATS OF IMMORTAL LOVE My lips could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical lipstick; my heart perpetually lived this fathomlessly enchanting Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unassailable love, My eyes could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical glasses; my heart perennially lived this boundlessly burgeoning Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unshakable love, My stomach could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical food; my heart timelessly lived this countlessly iridescent Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally triumphant love, My hair could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical oil; my heart tirelessly lived this spell bindingly victorious Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unceasing love, My throat could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical water; my heart inexhaustibly lived this limitlessly eclectic Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally humanitarian love, My teeth could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical toothpaste; my heart unstoppably lived this fragrantly artistic Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally invincible love, My ears could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical earrings; my heart unlimitedly lived this magnetically enamoring Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally emollient love, My tongue could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical taste; my heart unceasingly lived this handsomely regale Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally altruistic love, My fingers could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical pens; my heart continuously lived this royally fantastic Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally magnetic love, My skin could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical cream; my heart untiringly lived this magically silken Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally Omnipotent love, My bones could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical calcium; my heart indefatigably lived this effulgently euphoric Universe and even 1091

beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally Omniscient love, My brain could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical arithmetic; my heart interminably lived this gloriously sensuous Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally redolent love, My eyelashes could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical mascara; my heart never-endingly lived this unbreakably symbiotic Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally priceless love, My armpits could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical perfume; my heart unfalteringly lived this synergistically eternal Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally infallible love, My spine could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical sponge; my heart unflaggingly lived this ebulliently fructifying Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally intrepid love, My wrists could perhaps survive quintessentially practical watch; my heart incessantly lived this spectacularly spawning Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally blessed love, My feet could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical shoes; my heart non-stop lived this brilliantly unerring Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally insuperable love, My barren skin could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical cloth; my heart immeasurably lived this celestially bestowing Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally uniting love, And my nostrils could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical oxygen; my heart indefinitely lived this ecstatically vibrant Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally Omnipresent love….

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ALL BLOOD IS RED. ALL BONES ARE WHITE. ALL SWEAT IS GOLDEN. FOR IT IS NOT THE COLOR OF OUR SKINS, BUT THE SPIRIT WITHIN.

There might exist eyes; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this fathomlessly eclectic Universe, There might exist hair; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this boundlessly virile Universe, There might exist skin; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this mystically resplendent Universe, There might exist lips; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this unbelievably emollient Universe, But. All blood is Immortally Red; All bones are Symbiotically White. All sweat is Perseveringly Golden. For it is not the color of our spuriously shriveled skins; but the Omnipotently inexhaustible spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within…. 1… There might exist eyelashes; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this handsomely majestic Universe, There might exist desires; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this triumphantly effulgent Universe, There might exist victory; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this pristinely priceless Universe, There might exist fantasy; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this magically mitigating Universe, But. All blood is Poignantly Red; All bones are Celestially White. All sweat is Holistically Golden. For it is not the color of our sporadically extinguishing skins; but the regally Omnipresent spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within…. 2…. There might exist noses; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this ecstatically mesmerizing Universe, 1093

There might exist destiny lines; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this brilliantly undaunted Universe, There might exist eyebrows; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this unceasingly proliferating Universe, There might exist brains; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this miraculously blessed Universe, But. All blood is Unitedly Red; All bones are Impeccably White. All sweat is Timelessly Golden. For it is not the color of our penuriously squeamish skins; but the insuperably Omniscient spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within…. 3…. There might exist shadows; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this victoriously gargantuan Universe, There might exist freedom; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this unflinchingly intrepid Universe, There might exist melody; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this perennially virgin Universe, There might exist beauty; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this unconquerably unfettered Universe, But. All blood is Inimitably Red; All bones are Heavenly White. All sweat is Gloriously Golden. For it is not the color of our intermittently wailing skins; but the unsurpassably untamed spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within….

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1: INFINITE Just one of majestically unconquerable truth; to an infinite of baselessly stampeding and murderously masquerading; lies, Just one of philanthropically perennial victory; to an infinite of dolefully decrepit and disastrously maligned; defeats, Just one of pricelessly unconquerable humanity; to an infinite of ignominiously slandering and disparagingly dividing; religion, Just one of eternally emancipating freedom; to an infinite of torturously diabolical and abominably harried; slavery, Just one of spell bindingly mellifluous rhyme; to an infinite of devilishly eviscerating and atrociously penalizing; monotony, Just one of the effulgently boisterous child; to an infinite of despicably cadaverous and amorphously dilapidated; graveyards, Just one of the panoramically life-yielding waterfall; to an infinite of treacherously asphyxiating and libidinously manipulative; matchbox corporates, Just one of perpetually coalescing oneness; to an infinite of abhorrently deteriorating and venomously segregating; wars, Just one of euphorically celestial peace; to an infinite of salaciously sodomizing and worthlessly inflated; prejudice, Just one of the vivaciously resplendent rainbow; to an infinite of dastardly fretful and wretchedly crucifying; boredom, Just one of the Omnipotently sacrosanct Mother; to an infinite of tawdrily tantalizing and sinfully selling; prostitutes, Just one of the unflinchingly fearless Peak; to an infinite of baselessly bigot and sullenly extinguishing; cowards, Just one of the altruistically intrepid martyr; to an infinite of salaciously satanic and penuriously identitiless; traitors, Just one of pristinely insuperable honesty; to an infinite of debasingly depraving and vengefully spitting; corruption, Just one of unassailably burgeoning symbiotism; to an infinite of haplessly measly and tyrannically thrashing; droughts, Just one of the royally ever-pervading lotus; to an infinite of 1095

stinkingly criminal and perniciously beheading; politics, Just one of the blessedly virile seed; to an infinite of meaninglessly inane and obliviously corpselike; infertility, Just one of Omnipresently indomitable breath; to an infinite of flagrantly strangulating and devilishly divesting; deaths, Just one of the Omnisciently blazing Sun; to an infinite of indiscriminately victimizing and hopelessly decimating; darkness, Just one of selflessly compassionate friendship; to an infinite of scurrilously rusted and derogatorily derelict; terrorists, And just one of Immortally extemporizing love; to an infinite of ruefully livid and satanically assassinating; betrayals…

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ASTOUNDINGLY SENSITIVE Immune to the most sacrilegiously lambasting religion; when every ingredient of my pricelessly symbiotic existence; was being barbarously pulverized to inconspicuous ash, Immune to the most bizarrely unsparing apocalypses of drought; when there wasn’t even an infinitesimal droplet of water to quench the insatiably aggrandizing thirst in my throat, Immune to the most thunderously menacing avalanches; when brutally frigid ice froze the last iota of scarlet blood in my veins, Immune to the most acrimoniously charring afternoon Sun; when every cranny of my countenance unrelentingly trembled to the last bone down my spine, Immune to the most turbulently usurping seas; when each of my senses felt ghoulishly asphyxiating to the rock bottom of inanely decrepit nothingness, Immune to the most horrendously stabbing stench; when the dastardly caravans of ghastly gutter stench; had transcended every bit of ebullient goodness in my synergistically holistic persona, Immune to the most opprobriously penalizing politics; when the hell of adulteration and corruption; had horrifically maimed me for the remainder of my impoverishedly truncated lifetime, Immune to the most diabolically roaring lion; when infact he was busy indiscriminately excoriating every bone of my nimble body; at supremely gay abandon, Immune to the most abjectly terrorizing of depression; venomously paralyzing every tangible and intangible nerve of my flaccidly flailing silhouette, Immune to the most cold-bloodedly beheading war; when there wasn’t the tiniest of roof to compassionately sequester my scalp, Immune to the most abysmally fetid graveyard of abhorrent lies; when the parasites of salaciously bludgeoning drudgery overruled every dormitory of my brain, Immune to the most ignominiously slandering of winds; when the corpses 1097

of morbidly wastrel frustration; made each instant of my holistic life worse than the rabidly dying dog, Immune to the most devastatingly demonic sounds; when the wails of the ghost crucified me till infinite infinity; on the perfidiously cold floor, Immune to the most invidiously scurrilous of atrocities; when the derogatorily debasing debauchery of the corrupt planet; had rendered me penniless to the last strand of hair on my scalp, Immune to the most hopelessly destroying pangs of hunger; when I lay disdainfully shriveled and abominably hapless; in the mercilessly livid rathole, Immune to the most lecherously massacring of swords; when my neck slithered for countless hours on barren soil; without a trifle of its compassionately counterpart body, Immune to the most hedonistically unsurpassable of floods; when I didn’t get even a sole second to alight my foot; as unceremoniously besmirched water forever closed the breath in my nostrils, Immune to the most libidinously haunting betrayal; when even the best of my comrades; cadaverously blinded every aspect of my philanthropic existence; the instant I turned my back, But astoundingly sensitive to even the most infidel of her celestial footstep; astoundingly sensitive to even the most evanescently fading of her invincible breath; astoundingly sensitive to even the most nimble flutter of her miraculous eyelashes; astoundingly sensitive to even the most faintest whisper of her Immortal Love; was; am and shall forever be; I

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EVERYTIME Everytime the flowers blossomed into petals of newness; perpetuating even the most inconspicuous bit of atmosphere with unbelievably redolent cheer, Everytime the Sun rose for the first time in fathomless sky; miraculously enlightening even the most lugubriously stagnating cranny of this Universe; with its resplendently golden freshness, Everytime the nightingale mellifluously sang to the beats of the fresh monsoon; fantastically rejuvenating even the most ghoulishly deadened skeletons; from their morbid graves, Everytime the Moon mischievously played hide-n-seek between the fabric of sensuous clouds; majestically enamoring every ingredient of the abjectly sultry night; with heavenly milkiness, I felt as if you were in every breath that I wonderfully inhaled into my lungs; Omnipotently nourishing every pore of my body for an infinite more lives of mine; although you’d abdicated your physical form a countless years ago; and veritably disappeared and died… 1… Everytime the first droplets of virgin rain pelted in uninhibitedly torrential frenzy from crimson sky; celestially mollifying every beleaguered particle of hoarsely wailing soil, Everytime harmoniously iridescent globules of amber dew danced in the meadows; with the stalks of untamed grass; tantalizing every trace of lifelessness till times beyond infinite infinity, Everytime the voice of eternally unflinching truth; perpetually transcended over each corpse of derogatory abhorrence and parasitically treacherous lies, Everytime vividly royal wind; peerlessly paraded undaunted by anything tangible or intangible on the trajectory of this boundlessly burgeoning Universe, I felt as if you were in every fantasy that I magically conceived in my brain; Omnisciently blessing my existence as the most priceless; for an infinite more lives of mine; although you’d abdicated your physical form a countless years ago; and veritably disappeared and died… 2… Everytime the mountains towered unassailably towards 1099

the unsurpassably endless cosmos; overtopping even the most mercurial trace of devil forever and ever and ever, Everytime the seed spawned into profoundly subliming newness above soil; tirelessly striving to continue God’s chapter of everlasting procreation, Everytime the peacock unveiled its feathers to a vivaciously full plumage; spell-bindingly enticing even the most drearily forlorn entity; in its redolently effulgent swirl, Everytime the poignantly undulating waves handsomely kissed the skies; diffusing a galaxy of inimitable freshness; into every monotonously castrated continent of the globe, I felt as if you were in every object that my palms compassionately caressed; insuperably drifting me towards symbiotically panoramic goodness; although you’d abdicated your physical form a countless years ago; and veritably disappeared and died… 3…. Everytime the religion of humanity reigned unconquerably supreme; wafting its pricelessly unmatched fragrance over every spurious discrimination of color; caste and castigated creed, Everytime the very first cries of the infant ardently embraced the atmosphere; with the mantra of undefeatable innocuousness uniting every haplessly tyrannized soul on this bizarrely estranged Universe, Everytime true lovers perennially bonded into the threads of invincibly sacrosanct marriage; synergistically fructifying into a paradise of triumphantly untainted virility, Everytime the earth was born once again; after unstoppably winning an infinite battles against the vituperatively pulverizing devil; letting the spirit of indomitable philanthropism timelessly prevail, I felt as if you were in every immortally unshakable beat that my heart throbbed; unlimitedly bonding me with the winds of ubiquitous unity and selfless love; although you’d abdicated your physical form a countless years ago; and veritably disappeared and died…

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WITHOUT WAITING Without waiting for unflinching strength to peerlessly enshroud my arms; if I plunged head-on into the ferociously beheading battlefield; then the aftermath of it would be; ignominiously crippling defeat; instead, Without waiting for priceless empathy to selflessly encircle the periphery of my eyes; if I galloped on an inexhaustible mission to embrace every echelon of brutally tyrannized humanity; then the aftermath of it would be; hapless disintegration into gruesomely cruel nothingness; instead, Without waiting for fructifying thoughts to brilliantly spawn in my brain; if I commenced to write the most literary Herculean epic of my time; then the aftermath of it would be; baseless balderdash raunchily perspiring from everywhere; instead, Without waiting for triumphant melody to fantastically brew up my throat; if I started to perpetuate every cranny of the fathomless Universe with a celestially enchanting song; then the aftermath of it would be; a corpse of indescribably cacophonic ghoulishness; instead, Without waiting for effulgent smiles to uninhibitedly the contours of my lips; if I chivalrously tried to disseminate the essence of true conviviality amidst every disparagingly beleaguered organism on this planet; then the aftermath of it would be; a cloudburst of tears erupting at every step that I took; instead, Without waiting for indispensable hunger to reverberate from the hollow of my stomach; if I devoured every sumptuously succulent delicacy on this boundless earth; then the aftermath of it would be; a vomit with such ghastly rebuke which would horridly desecrate the purest of soils; instead, Without waiting for sleep to wholesomely relinquish my eyes; if I commenced to segregate the quintessential needle from the fecklessly looming haystack; then the aftermath of it would be; every trace of holistic sanctity metamorphosing into tawdrily suffocating deliriousness; instead, Without waiting for blood to ecstatically rush through my veins; if I drifted into the valley of unsurpassably timeless adventure; then the aftermath 1101

of it would be; deterioration into a gutter of inanely fatigued meaninglessness; instead, Without waiting for blazing truth to unrestrictedly permeate my conscience; if I indefatigably proceeded to teach the chapters of symbiotic humanity; then the aftermath of it would be; being brutally charred to the dungeons of hell; instead, Without waiting for jubilant virility to consummately bless my persona; if I attempted to procreate the countless of own living kind; then the aftermath of it would be; delinquently choking stagnation forever and ever and ever; instead, Without waiting for the waves of perennial contentment to endow my soul; if I tried to miraculously mitigate the suffering of every wounded soldier on this globe; then the aftermath of it would be; every bit of benign goodness transforming into sadistically cannibalistic blood; instead, Without waiting for passion to tower high and handsome into my fingers; if I tried to blissfully sketch every inch of the Lord’s panoramically boundless creation; then the aftermath of it would be; egregiously amorphous skeletons wailing till times immemorial; instead, Without waiting for a surreal yawn to wonderfully besiege my mouth; if I tried to timelessly snore under my silken nocturnal quilt; then the aftermath of it would be; a night of wretchedly maniacal and diabolical desperation; instead, Without waiting for the rhythm of marvelous pragmatism to wholesomely drape my senses; if I started to solve the inexplicably carcinogenic riddles of every dwelling in acrimonious despair; then the aftermath of it would be; vanishing like a frigid whisker even before uttering a singleton word; instead, Without waiting for naturally inevitable pressure pounding on my bowels; if I tried to expurgate in such a way that I would never ever have to go to the lavatory for a lifetime; then the aftermath of it would be; the mortuary of insanity galore dissolving me into cadaverous emptiness; instead, Without waiting for hair to extrude from my scalp and skin; if I valiantly subjected myself to the winds of the chilliest of winter; then the aftermath of it would be; forlornly fretting in uncontrollably emaciating pneumonia for the remainder of my life; instead, Without waiting for inferno’s of seductively untamed 1102

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passion to royally enslave my silhouette; if I leapt out to ignite desire into every disconsolately decrepit organism on unceasing earth; then the aftermath of it would be; jailhouses of sleazy infertility reigning mockingly supreme; instead, Without waiting for my lungs to harmoniously sing for quintessential oxygen; if I tried to inhale every bit of synergistically emollient air on the trajectory of this limitless Universe; then the aftermath of it would be; a ludicrously inflated balloon ready to burst into an infinite bits of infinitesimal stupidity; instead, And without waiting for my heart to compassionately throb within my chest; if I tried to bond every of its beat with the chapters of Immortally insuperable love in this entire world; then the aftermath of it would be; vindictively vituperative and unbearable betrayal; instead…

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ENTIRELY YOUR VERY OWN DECISION You might have inherited the most fantastically beautiful color of your eyes; from your wonderfully sacrosanct parents; But whether you use them to sight philanthropic goodness; or whether you relentlessly stared with them at diabolically cannibalistic parasites; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God… You might have inherited the most artistically articulate shape of your teeth; from your beautifully compassionate parents, But whether use them for blissfully relishing fruits of divine nature; or whether you satanically excoriated daintily innocuous flesh into infinitesimal nothingness with them; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God…. You might have inherited the most enchantingly curvaceous outlines of your feet; from your symbiotically priceless parents, But whether you use them to unflinchingly march forward for the cause of the despairingly deprived; or whether you indiscriminately squelched limitless innocent into their threadbare corpse with them; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God… You might have inherited the most lusciously scarlet lips; from your magnanimously Omnipotent parents, But whether you use them for celestially suckling the sweetness of Omnisciently united creation; or whether you morbidly pursed around the dead organism’s decayed blood with them; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God… You might have inherited the most handsomely broad silhouette of your shoulders; from your blessedly benign parents, But whether you use them for altruistically hoisting countless haplessly orphaned; or whether you insidiously blocked the way of peerless righteousness with them; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God… You might have inherited the most eclectically conical design of your fingers; from your mellifluously insuperable parents, 1104

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But whether you use them for sketching the fathomlessly panoramic wonderment of this planet; or whether you entwine them with the palms of unforgivable crime; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God… You might have inherited the most ruddily fair color of your skin; from your royally unconquerable parents, But whether you use it for ubiquitously diffusing the essence of tantalizing beauty; or whether you barbarously make a parody of all those darker than you with it; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God… You might have inherited the most eloquently mesmerizing voice; from your effulgently victorious parents, But whether you use it for synergistically mollifying every bit of apocalyptic bedlam on this Universe; or whether you vituperatively hurl it to nefariously subjugate every pregnant mother; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God… You might have inherited the most quintessentially amazing virility; from your selflessly venerated parents, But whether you use it for sowing the seeds of timelessly endowing goodness; or whether you use it to impregnate every living organism with maliciously slandering venom; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God… You might have inherited the most mischievously harmonious contours of your nostrils; from your invincibly unparalleled parents, But whether you use them to inhale the winds of ecumenical disarmament; or whether you exhale unsurpassably filthy maelstroms of lethal hatred from them; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God… And You might have inherited the most salubriously unceasing heart; from your inimitably godly parents, But whether you use it to perennially diffuse the beats of Immortally unassailable love; or whether you acrimoniously circumscribe it within the chains of derogatorily ribald betrayal; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God…

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ONLY ONCE I was perhaps born to intrepidly adventure an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my parsimoniously truncated and inevitably transient life, I was perhaps born to vivaciously dance an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my diminutively truncated and inevitably ethereal life, I was perhaps born to uninhibitedly swim in untamed sea an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my hopelessly truncated and inevitably ephemeral life, I was perhaps born to mellifluously mesmerize an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my disastrously truncated and inevitably short-lived life, I was perhaps born to unrestrictedly rejoice an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my impoverishedly truncated and inevitably flickering life, I was perhaps born to artistically evolve an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my penuriously truncated and inevitably fugitive life, I was perhaps born to altruistically share an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my miserably truncated and inevitably transient life, I was perhaps born to pragmatically learn an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my pathetically truncated and inevitably fluttering life, I was perhaps born to flirtatiously mischief an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my deterioratingly truncated and inevitably evanescent life, I was perhaps born to diffuse the religion of humanity an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my abstemiously truncated and inevitably fleeting life, I was perhaps born to spell-bindingly innovate an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my bucolically truncated and inevitably momentary life, I was perhaps born to majestically procreate an infinite number of times; in 1106

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the tenure of my dejectedly truncated and inevitably diminishing life, I was perhaps born to peerlessly triumph an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my stingily truncated and inevitably succinct life, I was perhaps born to tantalizingly desire an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my frowningly truncated and inevitably short-termed life, I was perhaps born to sensuously kiss an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my despairingly truncated and inevitably mercurial life, I was perhaps born to unassailably patronize goodness an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my haplessly truncated and inevitably passing life, I was perhaps born to undauntedly tower for Omnipotent truth an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my fearfully truncated and inevitably crumbling life, I was perhaps born to royally breathe an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my ironically truncated and inevitably nomadic life, I was perhaps born to voluptuously embrace an infinite number of times; in the tenure of my unsparingly truncated and inevitably withering life, But irrespective of an infinite infinites for which I was perhaps born to execute in the tenure of my inevitably shortened life; by the grace of God; I was born to only once; Immortally love and veritably die…

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Hunger for Hunger Hunger for inimitably insatiable fame; an inherent longing to be known by the entire Universe; for every philanthropically ingenious thing that you ever did, Hunger for even the most infinitesimally sparkling fruits of Mother Nature; blissfully replenishing your diabolically emaciated intestines; with the gifts of symbiotically natural creation, Hunger for fathomless rays of the Omnipotent Sun; brilliantly streaming each morning through your window; wondrously ameliorating your brutally frazzled soul; to the aisles of unassailable paradise, Hunger for inscrutably tantalizing adventure; the timelessly mystical pathways of the uncannily exhilarating and unknown; greeting you wholeheartedly at every juncture of life, Hunger for majestically unparalleled aristocracy; unceasingly languishing in the most pricelessly embellished castles; and seated upon the ultimate throne of superiority; with countless more of your fellow kind, Hunger for indefatigably assimilating the principles of symbiotic existence; and then tirelessly applying the same in even the most ephemeral aspect of your life, Hunger for acquiring every penny of wealth that exists on the trajectory of this boundless earth; so that you could perennially ensure that none of your fellow living beings; slept a devilishly famished stomach in the heartless night, Hunger for blazingly sky-rocketing to the absolute apogee of Everest; from where you could endlessly sight every single speck of this unconquerably royal Universe, Hunger for the waves of stupendously mellifluous music to profoundly engulf every arena of life; so that even the most infidel instance of inexplicable grief; was forever metamorphosed into the melody of happiness, Hunger for limitlessly ravishing caverns of scent; profusely inundating even the most oblivious ingredient of your persona; with the ecstasy of unending titillation, Hunger for eternally bonding with the spirit of humanity; infallibly uniting every spurious caste; creed; religion; fraternity and tribe on this 1108

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everlasting planet; into the religion of undefeated humanity, Hunger for incessantly beautifying both the body and soul; with the ideals of enchantingly invincible simplicity and the gifts of panoramically unfurling earthly evolution, Hunger for unsurpassably trouncing even the most infidel insinuation of the devil; with the unflinchingly peerless swords of unshakably divine truth, Hunger for bountifully benign prosperity on every quarter of this gargantuan planet; so that man and environment forever thrived with the pearls of peace cascading down from the unfettered heavens, Hunger for victoriously unchallangable magic; which astoundingly transformed each iota of inconsolable misery on this unlimited earth; into a mountain of sparklingly united strength, Hunger for waterfalls of jubilantly undying sensuality; which triggered you to spawn into countless more of your own kind; contribute your very best to the Lord’s undying chapters of sacred prolifeation, Hunger for everlastingly synergistic goodness to caress you and bless every aspect of your impoverished life; so that you reached closer and closer to the Omnisciently regal Almighty Lord, Hunger for the that ultimate utopia of spellbindingly insuperable truth; where there palpitated nothing else; but an atmosphere of godly righteousness washing every sin of your past; present and future life, Hunger for the heartbeats of Immortal Love; which made you forever feel the most pricelessly blessed organism alive; irrespective of your caste; creed; status; religion; persona or dolorously impoverished kind, And more importantly than anything on this unceasingly spectacular Universe; a perennial Hunger for “Hunger”; which could make all the above and an infinite more good like the above; into an immortal reality…

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In my search for love…. Many a time I set out in frenetic search of poignantly crimson rose; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the feathers of cursedly fetid and ignominious decay, Many a time I set out in ardent search of pristinely reinvigorating waterfall; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; fathomless lackadaisically arid fields of vicious drought, Many a time I set out in relentless search of impregnably sparkling truth; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; an amorphously jinxed and jilted mortuary of lies, Many a time I set out in unstoppable search of compassionately befriending wife; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; every kind of woman who maliciously battered me to the coffins of nothingness; after stripping me of the last ounce of my wealth, Many a time I set out in earnest search of innocuously unbiased beauty; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; a graveyard of salaciously deteriorating and ribald politics, Many a time I set out in unending search of the wondrously unfathomable ocean; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the invidiously steaming and uncouthly devouring sands of the ominous desert, Many a time I set out in endless search of the optimistically shimmering stars; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the cold-blooded pathways of insensitively rocky ground, Many a time I set out in indefinite search of uncannily tingling mystery; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the monstrously robotic edifices of the heartless corporate empire, Many a time I set out in passionate search of deservedly bountiful fame; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the limitless dungeons of infinitesimally disparaging dust, Many a time I set out in indefatigable search of majestically unconquerable kingdom; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the indescribably 1110

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threadbare lanes of poverty, Many a time I set out in timeless search of an eternally comforting abode; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the wisps of indistinguishably disappearing oblivion, Many a time I set out in unlimited search of the religion of inimitably priceless humanity; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the carcass of lifelessly haunting indiscrimination and disparity, Many a time I set out in interminable search of invincibly heavenly peace; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the disdainfully blood soaked mud of abhorrent nuclear war, Many a time I set out in intransigent search of uninhibitedly heartfelt artistry; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the gallows of maliciously venomous commercialism, Many a time I set out in undaunted search of ingeniously proliferating fantasy; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the ghastly arithmetic of the currency coin; which had profusely inundated nearly every soul on this gigantic Universe, Many a time I set out in unhindered search of enchantingly unparalleled innocence; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; a world of satanically asphyxiating drugs and drudgery, Many a time I set out in inexhaustible search of altruistically ameliorating knowledge; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; haplessly quavering gorges of insane balderdash, Many a time I set out in unprecedented search of honestly persevered livelihood; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; an unsurpassable conundrum of lechery; which no doubt offered quick bucks; but each with a stamp of horrendous lies, Paradoxically to the above; when I set out an infinite times in my entire lifetime to unwaveringly search for love; not only was every conceivable vein of mine forever blessed with its Immortal paradise; but I found all of my mind; body and soul in wholesome synergy with the Divine; with each volatile breath of mine…..

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Fantasy In the invidiously ghastly silence that enshrouds me; when even the most ferociously turbulent of waves; wholesomely refrained to culminate; after sighting the contours of my plaintively impoverished face, In the pathetically hedonistic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most voluptuously sapphire of clouds; wholesomely refrained to thunder; after sighting the appalling dullness in my eyes, In the mercilessly maiming silence that enshrouds me; when even the most inscrutably enlivening forests; wholesomely refrained to whisper; after sighting the haplessly crinkled veins on my feet, In the ominously egregious silence that enshrouds me; when even the most majestically crimson lotus; wholesomely refrained to blossom; after sighting the horrifically jutting bones of my flailing persona, In the diabolically stabbing silence that enshrouds me; when even the most royally towering lion; wholesomely refrained to roar; after sighting the cringe of fetidly decaying yellow clinging to my cluster of teeth, In the vindictively devilish silence that enshrouds me; when even the most vociferously effervescent of bees; wholesomely refrained to buzz; after sighting the tears of directionless delirium in my eyes, In the hideously cannibalistic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most uncontrollably spiraling fires; wholesomely refrained to crackle; after sighting the miserably defeated philosopher in my breath, In the flagrantly disconcerting silence that enshrouds me; when even the most aristocratically gliding eagles; wholesomely refrained to screech; after sighting the frigid barrenness of my freshly tonsured scalp, In the truculently venomous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most vividly astounding rainbows; wholesomely refrained to shimmer; after sighting the inanely livid dialect of my slavering tongue, In the murderously asphyxiating silence that enshrouds me; when even the most charismatically jet black scorpions; wholesomely refrained to 1112

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sting; after sighting the innumerable knots in my deplorably battered writer’s finger, In the criminally cadaverous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most limitlessly cascading waterfalls; wholesomely refrained to gurgle; after sighting the ungainly stubble of barbarous beard; upon the sagging flesh of my cheeks, In the disgustingly incarcerating silence that enshrouds me; when even the most sensuously virgin dewdrops; wholesomely refrained to titillate; after sighting the perennially lingering yawn of my indolently wretched mouth, In the cold-bloodedly demonic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most unabashedly arousing of storms; wholesomely refrained to gush; after sighting the remnants of nothing else but maniacal gloominess; strewn all over my quavering spine, In the insidiously lecherous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most brilliantly optimistic of Sun; wholesomely refrained to blaze; after sighting the mist of hopelessness predominantly reigning in each of my senses, In the carnivorously deathly silence that enshrouds me; when even the most pristinely antiquated bells; wholesomely refrained to chime; after sighting the ghoulishly dying footprints of my sole, In the drearily lambasting silence that enshrouds me; when even the most undauntedly silken snakes; wholesomely refrained to hiss; after sighting the blood that had now turned a febrile blue; in my severely starved veins, In the torturously inconsolable silence that enshrouds me; when even the most spell bindingly heavenly dawn; wholesomely refrained to sermonize; after sighting the lethally anomalous clouds of sullenness; hovering round my nape, In the ignominiously diseased silence that enshrouds me; when even the most fervently compassionate heart; wholesomely refrained to beat; after sighting the reverberations that the earth underwent; with each of my bohemian 1113

tread, If there was really something at all that enlightened me; if there was really something at all that befriended me; and if there was really something at all that inspired me to the ultimate heavens of the divine; then it was none other than my; unconquerably unrestricted and unimpeachably glorious “Fantasy”…..

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My Poetry… Nothing above it; not even an infinitesimal iota towering above its majestically untainted and gloriously unhindered swirl, Nothing below it; not even a mercurial iota lurking beneath its fantastically pristine and sensuously enthralling identity, Nothing antagonistic to it; not even an inconspicuous shade contradicting its bountifully emollient and triumphantly benign ramifications, Nothing to the right of it; not even a transient degree swerving from its effulgently mellifluous and timelessly ecstatic shadow, Nothing to the left of it; not even an ethereal millimeter away from its victoriously beautiful and interminably poignant cascade, Nothing overlapping it; not even the most invisible whisker trying to obscure its ebulliently virile and royally unassailable luminescence, Nothing sidelining it; not even the most obfuscated ingredient of royalty attempting to devour its altruistically brilliant and impregnably sparkling integrity, Nothing overlooking it; not even an ephemeral molecule of indifference to its fervently undefeated and unconquerably ubiquitous caress, Nothing victimizing it; not even an invisible ingredient of venomous commercialism trying to ensnare its uninhibitedly magical and voluptuously fecund wings, Nothing beyond it; not even a diminutive speck of tantalizing mirage; trying to seductively lure beyond its beautifully sculptured and unbelievably enamoring contours, Nothing surrounding it; not even an evanescent mist of mouth watering temptation encapsulating its perennially fructifying and compassionately befriending scepter, Nothing blocking it; not even an unmentionably fugitive obstruction to its timelessly unfettered and astoundingly inimitable fragrance, Nothing hypnotizing it; not even an obliterated spell of drudged witchcraft trying to control its insuperably magnificent and fathomlessly spotless soul, Nothing empowering it; not even the tiniest trace of the tyrannically robotic devil trying to maliciously overwhelm its undyingly winning and 1115

divinely infallible incantation, Nothing questioning it; not even a single moment of interrogation to its unshakably irreproachable and eternally burgeoning seed, Nothing dictating it; not even an infidel insinuation of cold-blooded doggedness against its wondrously omnipotent and insatiably passionate heartbeats, Nothing burying it; not even a minuscule thread of manipulation trying to brutally asphyxiate its eternally ravishing and universally blissful appeal, Nothing discarding it; not even a transitory beacon of oblivion viciously trying to gobble its everlastingly sacrosanct and endlessly intrepid odysseys, As whatever I had; dreamt or ever possessed; was solely and perpetually in it; was solely and perpetually for it; was solely and perpetually about it; was infact solely and perpetually “IT” itself; and this “IT” would forever and ever and ever mean my “Poetry”…..

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Free… “Free”. The very word perpetuated even the most hopelessly deadened persona; forever and ever and ever; with rays of magically unfettered and inimitably priceless hope, “Free”. The very word metamorphosed even the most shrewdly castrated of businessmen; forever and ever and ever; into a festoon of unabashedly delightful smiles, “Free”. The very word triggered every human to shrug all inhibitions of caste; creed; status and religion; forever and ever and ever exist as impregnably one under the fathomless sky of the Creator Divine, “Free”. The very word annihilated iconoclastically pompous anarchy; forever and ever and ever ensured that the most unconquerable of Kings as well as the beleaguered pauper; uninhibitedly ate in the same plate, “Free”. The very word massacred even the most infidel insinuation of tension; forever and ever and ever cast an incantation of eternal happiness over every conceivable speck of the atmosphere, “Free”. The very word quelled all pugnaciously beheading war to a celestial rest; forever and ever and ever showered a rain of miraculously ameliorating equality; on granule of mother soil, “Free”. The very word magically resonated as the ultimate crown of existence in all ears; forever and ever and ever triumphing over the devil of insanely tyrannical commercialism, “Free”. The very word timelessly rendered happiness to the breath of every miserably impoverished being; forever and ever and ever ensured that none slept a hungry stomach; on this boundlessly bewitching earth, “Free”. The very word perennially broke all jails of despicably humiliating slavery; forever and ever and ever liberated demonically asphyxiating blackness into invincibly befriending sunlight, “Free”. The very word unfathomably inspired every fraternity of existence to be wholeheartedly creative; forever and ever and ever unwound the clockwork of robotic despair; into a Universe of undefeated freshness, 1117

“Free”. The very word brought the most unbelievably ultimate revolution in people’s attitude towards survival; forever and ever and ever making them give; instead of ruthlessly snatching the same from each other, “Free”. The very word put a veritable end to every instant of salacious gloominess; forever and ever and ever made an organism feel the closest to its rudiments of unashamedly simplistic existence, “Free”. The very word ended all painstakingly internal conflict of the mind; body and soul; forever and ever and ever made a person realize that there was nothing more resplendent and unassailable than immortal love, “Free”. The very word uncontrollably spun webs of insuperably iridescent fantasy in every mind alike; forever and ever and ever drifted all living kind towards the mists of tirelessly evolving heaven, “Free”. The very word added unlimited paces to every frenetically diminishing stride; forever and ever and ever fomenting living beings to don nothing else; but bond in threads of unbreakable compassion and blissfully proliferate, “Free”. The very word bountifully illuminated every delirious space on earth with the beams of prosperity; forever and ever and ever completing the process of existence with the signature of unshakable friendship, “Free”. The very word taught every heart on this Universe to forget hate and solely love; forever and ever and ever coalesce every of its sacrosanct beat with the unparalleled silhouette of the Lord Divine, “Free”. The very word made every organism profusely delve into the realms of sensuousness; forever and ever and ever realize that it was the ardor of faithfulness that re-christened and added new dimensions to existence, But did you realize; that for getting and acquiring everything on this gigantic planet for “Free”; one has to first and foremost undergo the most excruciating of pains to take birth; and then pay the price of life…

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Pointing back- Questioningly and unforgivably at you… Whether you ludicrously pointed it; at the scantily clad beggars on the street; whose begging bowls were as empty as the impoverished carcasses that had formed in their stomachs, Whether you disgustingly pointed it; at the brutally scorched river bed; from which protruded the most acrimoniously cold-blooded of stones; lamenting in the curse of an infinite impotent lifetimes, Whether you accusingly pointed it; at those fearlessly patronizing harbingers of peace; whose views were wholesomely antagonistic to your wretchedly contemporary and robotic line of thought, Whether you deplorably pointed it; at all those as slow as the pot-bellied tortoise; consuming a major chunk of their lives to achieve their targets; as they miserably withered in their inevitable disability, Whether you parasitically pointed it; to your very own ailing and disabled parents; for not perpetuating every vein of yours with the best currency and wine; even as they breathed their last moment of existence, Whether you venomously pointed it; towards the empty sky; where there lingered not even the most infinitesimal of cloud; casting solely unrelentingly harsh light and no rain, Whether you sadistically pointed it; towards all those incessantly wailing children; orphaned since the very first cry of birth; disdainfully spending the prime years of childhood in the nonchalantly fetid dustbin, Whether you salaciously pointed it; towards the widow’s dwelling; whose every aspect of life; now plaintively resembled the most horrendously shattered forms of glass; indefatigably quavering in her white robe without her husband, Whether you sardonically pointed it; towards the penuriously starving artist; to whom the entire planet had showed its insanely rude tongue; for interminably philosophizing and fantasizing; instead of routinely melanging with its sanctimonious fabric, Whether you lecherously pointed it; towards the nimble footed dwarf; who went cadaverously unnoticed; even whilst walking amidst a inconspicuous horde of red ants, Whether you bawdily pointed it; towards the 1119

unfortunate blind man; who possessed coffins of hapless emptiness instead of eyeballs; for whom life was a mortuary of asphyxiating blackness; since the very first cry of fresh birth, Whether you lividly pointed it; towards the unkempt tree; whose branches uncontrollably wept in the sweltering summer; bereft of even the tiniest leaf of compassionate shade, Whether you violently pointed it; towards the childless couple; who inconsolably led a countless sleepless nights; considering themselves to be the most cursed entities on planet divine, Whether you ignominiously pointed it; towards the unfathomable valley; which timelessly reverberated and echoed with nothing else; but satanically maiming emptiness, Whether you pervertedly pointed it; towards all those temples; mosques; monasteries and churches built on bare brick; which were home to the greatest of god’s in most rustically bohemian of their forms, Whether you meanly pointed it; towards the deaf and dumb man; who wandered like a discarded animal; amongst the indifferently galloping and wantonly commercial planet, Whether you obnoxiously pointed it; towards the penuriously beleaguered lover; who was the laughing stock of the entire uncouth society; whose heart as well as pockets jingled with nothing else but; at times betrayal; at times love, Whether you vindictively pointed it; towards the hour of silent midnight; whose every conceivable cranny was miserably obfuscated from every source of exultation and vivid life, O! yes; point one finger of yours anytime; anywhere and as worthlessly accusingly as you could to anyone; anyform on this miraculously blessed planet; but do remember O! human; that the remaining three of your fingers shall always point back; questioningly and unforgivably at you….

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Life = Death – by Nikhil Parekh

Indifference”-The biggest “Difference It was infact the very sting of preposterously venomous “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest solitary “Difference”; in my otherwise overwhelmingly royal existence, It was infact the very graveyard of acrimoniously sadistic “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest melancholic “Difference”; in my otherwise unsurpassably wealthy existence, It was infact the very thorn of brutally infidel “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest castrated “Difference”; in my otherwise boundlessly opulent existence, It was infact the very vacuum of deplorably imperiling “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest devastating “Difference”; in my otherwise fathomlessly abundant existence, It was infact the very pyre of ominously extinguishing “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest cold-blooded “Difference”; in my otherwise limitlessly embellished existence, It was infact the very jinx of hideously sacrilegious “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest hapless “Difference”; in my otherwise unceasingly star-studded existence, It was infact the very dagger of intolerably perverted “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest tormenting “Difference”; in my otherwise ubiquitously respected existence, It was infact the very leech of sardonically unbearable “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest penalizing “Difference”; in my otherwise inimitably flourishing existence, It was infact the very ghost of disastrously maiming “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest dastardly “Difference”; in my otherwise perfectly blessed existence, It was infact the very hell of truculently lambasting “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest wretched “Difference”; in my otherwise indisputably impeccable existence, It was infact the very stink of heartlessly massacring “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest frigid “Difference”; in my otherwise unconquerably contemporary existence, It was infact the very gutter of ruthlessly salacious 1121

“Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest demented “Difference”; in my otherwise spectacularly nomadic existence, It was infact the very dungeon of atrociously ribald “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest lethal “Difference”; in my otherwise ornamentally mollified existence, It was infact the very blackness of sordidly impeaching “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest annihilating “Difference”; in my otherwise voluptuously unparalleled existence, It was infact the very rags of obstreperously victimizing “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest iconoclastic “Difference”; in my otherwise immeasurably fortune 500 existence, It was infact the very prison of diabolically incarcerating “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest desensitizing “Difference”; in my otherwise magically Midas touch existence, It was infact the very nightmare of excruciatingly agonizing “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest crippling “Difference”; in my otherwise powerfully worshipped existence, It was infact the very rust of inconsolably decaying “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest livid “Difference”; in my otherwise wondrously tranquil existence, And it was infact the very drudgery of egregiously devilish “Indifference”; which actually caused the biggest betraying “Difference”; in my otherwise unfathomably fulfilled existence…

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Life = Death – by Nikhil Parekh

Modern Day Devil- Money… It was neither the most brutally depraving of war; which unsparingly buried countless innocent; an infinite feet beneath their sadistic graves; for no ostensible reason or rhyme, It was neither the most treacherously pulverizing of prejudice; the salacious desire to rise above your own peers; at the most unbearably tawdry costs of existence, It were neither the most bizarrely abysmal chapters of poverty; which fomented several to wholesomely strangulate their necks; in fear of bearing the pangs of agonizing emaciation in every of their conceivable bone, It was neither the most acrimonious deliriousness of the brain; which led to the most horrendously sacrilegious condemnation of living kind; with each fretfully hackneyed route leading to the hell of nothingness, It was neither the most acerbic of deforestation; the satanically barbarous assassination of mother nature's womb; which led to the most unstoppably wretched curses of all times, It was neither the most derogatorily demented of manipulation; the baselessly divesting drudgery with which one man; left no stones unturned in exploiting his fellow and compatriot human being, It was neither the most vituperatively wagging tongue; which hurled a boundless abuse to its very own mother and sister; before trading them off like worthlessly lifeless pieces of plaintive skin, It was neither the most mortifying anecdotes of vindication; which led to cataclysmic conflicts between even the closest of siblings; with the spirit of reverence dying a torturous death, It was neither the most sardonic ridicule on the oppressed and weaker sects of the society; the uncontrollable guffaws that enshrouded the human lip; at witnessing other organisms inferior to its sanctimonious swirl, It was neither the most preposterously robotic rat race for survival; wherein the foundations of prosperity; were shamelessly erected upon the breathing bodies of innumerable helpless; men; women and children, It was neither the most orphaned traces of blood; disdainfully weighed into monotonous machines; and then sold in black market according to the so called calibrations of the human race, It was neither the most deplorable discrimination of human beings; on the basis of meaninglessly bawdy insinuations of caste; creed; color; race; frivolous status or tribe, It was neither the most indiscriminate killing of rare wildlife; just for the mere and senseless appeasement; of that murderously anarchic celebrity's tongue, It was neither the most perverted rapes on innocent women; by those high on rapacious wine and palatial sensuousness; using the wickedly 1123

inscrutable interiors of their mansions; for the deprivation of mankind, It was neither the most indescribably pugnacious war for superiority; the diabolical desire to gobble alive another human; in order to perennially perch upon the absolute epitome of silver and gold, It was neither the most egregiously uttered curses for all living kind; the insidiously ulterior motive to reduce life to a lame corpse; whilst pretentiously smiling towards the body of the flaming Sun, It was neither the most unthinkable forms of dastardly suicide; the sinful closure of life; after which the spirit ghoulishly lingered between the amorphously lambasting land of heaven and hell, It was neither the most blasphemously jinxed ingredients of betrayal; the demolition of the immortal heartbeats like a pack of futile cards; in order to fecklessly pursue the so called 'commercial ambitions' of life, Infact if at all there was a thing which indeed led to all of the above; was the 'Father and Mother' of all of the above; then it was none other than an insanely modern day devil; worshipped today like crazy by one and all by the name "Money"….

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Life = Death – by Nikhil Parekh

Disastrously abandoned me… How was the air ever related to me in even the most insouciant of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that my diminutive lungs; existed as the most royally embellished throne for centuries immemorial, How was the Sun ever related to me in even the most transient of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that not a whisker of negativity lingered; for an infinite kilometers near my stride, How was the earth ever related to me in even the most penurious of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that I replenished my emaciated stomach with its appetizing fruits; invincibly slept on its compassionate belly, How were the stars ever related to me in even the most obfuscated of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I was unsurpassably inspired and led to the best direction; even in the incarcerating blackness of midnight, How were the roses ever related to me in even the most oblivious of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I inhaled the scent of victorious heaven; on this very monotonous brick city of earth today, How was the ocean ever related to me in even the most evanescent of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that each element of my impoverished existence; was majestically replenished with the spirit of tangy adventure, How was the sky ever related to me in even the most infidel of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every ingredient of my brain could unlimitedly fantasize; merely gazing at its azure infiniteness, How was the tree ever related to me in even the most ephemeral of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every morbidly restless nerve of mine; found celestial reprieve in its compassionately befriending shade, How was the grass ever related to me in even the most lackadaisical of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every step that my foot traversed; would be amiably welcomed by a cushion of profoundly undefeated velvetiness, How was the rain ever related to me in even the most fugitive of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every famished pore of my divested skin; was unconquerably rejuvenated with the freshness of exotic creation, How were the horizons ever related to me in even the most disappearing of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I was triggered to imagine beyond the realms of the ordinary; for a countless more lives yet to come, How were the deserts ever related to me in even the most deteriorating of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that my eyes were treated to the enigmatic vastness of the Lord's creation; the most astoundingly mouth-watering mirages of all times, 1125

How was the rainbow ever related to me in even the most invisible of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that there palpitated innovation galore; in every beat of my feebly throbbing heart, How was the Moon ever related to me in even the most cloistered of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that the milkiness of innocuous childhood; always zipped past through every of my estranged vein, How was the forest ever related to me in even the most nonchalant of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that the innumerable sensitivities and forms of mother nature; inscrutably lingered in my soul, How was the fog ever related to me in even the most evaporating of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that each of my robotically insensitized nerves; were liberated by the exultation of the wondrously enamoring mist, How were the mountains ever related to me in even the most sequestered of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that every infirm and shivering bone of mine; was insuperably safe-guarded; against the deadliest of devil's attack, How were the dewdrops ever related to me in even the most retractable of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that every curve of malicious depression on my face; metamorphosed into a gorge of unshakably miraculous newness, And you; who were infact my very own blood relations; my very own brothers; sisters; father; mother; grandfather; grandmother; wife; children; uncle's and aunts; abandoned me when I needed to share my heart out with you; abandoned me when I sought comfort in your souls; abandoned me when I was a failure in my quest for success; disastrously abandoned me when I needed you the most???

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You'd definitely have to come back 'Tobby' darling… So that each morsel of food that I consumed perfectly assimilated into each ingredient of my blood once again—instead of only wanting to vomit out with the fiercest tenacity the instant it entered my inconsolable intestine, So that each passing draught of freezing wind fomented me to uninhibitedly shiver once again—instead of me facing it bare-chested like an amorphous piece of lifeless junk, So that each holocaust of unfathomably bizarre pain evoked a tear in my eye once again—instead of just emotionlessly staring at blank bits of endless sky and languidly passing by, So that each bit of happiness profoundly brimming in the atmosphere brought a smile to my lips once again—instead of them biting viciously and unstoppably against patches of desolate nothingness, So that every ray of unfettered dazzling Sun illuminated the pathway of my truncated life once again---instead of drowning me deep and more ghastily deeper into a mortuary of forlornly plaguing darkness, So that each ounce of jubilant honey brought sweetness into the fabric of my existence once again—instead of dreadfully embittering every conceivably innocuous beat of my soul, So that each droplet of sensuous rain cascading from the sky tantalized me once again—instead of insensitively charring me down till the very last bone of my already deadened spine, So that each infinitesimal bit of vividly blooming life made me a poet once again—instead of perpetuating the non-existent devil in me to incongruously curse under my breath, So that each bountiful flower spread its majestic fragrance into the inane vacuum of my life once again—instead of becoming an intolerably decrepit stench which treacherously led me to the trench of gory death, So that each tingling adventure impregnated that beautiful enthrallment into my survival once again—instead of dulling me into the most sadistically jinxed graveyards of monotonousness, So that every vivacious rainbow in the sky ecstatically differentiated the boundless colors of my life once again—instead of maiming me for 1127

forever and ever and ever into a coffin of estranged blackness, So that every exhilarating space around me granted me that spirit of untamed freedom once again—instead of barbarously suffocating me to the gallows of indescribably sinister death, So that each element of desire aroused me to the most unprecedented hilt once again—instead of uncouthly silencing the last cry of my joyousness to stonily devastating hell, So that every globule of aristocratic dew punctuated each nerve of mine with unparalleled fantasy once again—instead of becoming an unsurpassable ocean of blood for me to lividly float on, So that each anecdote of true friendship made me immortally realize the beauty of life once again—instead of becoming the unbearably black stamp of hedonistic betrayal which stabbed left; right and dead center, So that invincibly united strength taught me the ultimate chapters of humanity once again---instead of venomously chopping the entire planet into spurious differentiations of caste; creed; color and tribe, So that every tangible trace of life which sprouted on the Universe made me believe in God once again—instead of maniacally driving towards the dungeons of insanely plundering devil, So that every day for me became a 'valentines day'; wherein I indefatigably breathed the essence of peace; love and friendship in one & all—instead of strangulating every pore of my body to horrific death this very cursed instant, You would definitely have to come back to me 'Tobby' darling—for I knew no more life and love beyond you—you'd always be the ultimate hero of my eyes after God—and now alone without you; I can think of nothing else but death; death and wholesomely silencing death…

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TOBBY—MY DARLING EVERYBODY… Was he an angel who'd descended right from the center of the sky; to bless each ingredient of my space with unparalleled happiness—grant me the unfailing tenacity to reach closer to the most impossible of my dreams? Was he an invincibly pristine cloud—which incessantly showered the golden rain of prosperity upon my bereaved countenance; saw to it that I came out effulgently alive-- everytime I entered my corpse entirely dead? Was he the ultimate prince of my miserably asphyxiated destiny—who metamorphosed every maelstrom of flagrant luck that dared come my way; into a fountain of perennial happiness? Was he every mischievously uninhibited wrinkle in my otherwise livid kin—which profoundly inspired every tangible and intangible entity that I encountered on the streets—and fomented them to majestically think? Was he the answer to every flummoxing enigma of my dreaded existence—the most perfect sound of 'yes' which unequivocally dissipated from each of my entangled heartbeat? Was he the pricelessly ultimate valentine of my life—taking me a fathomless kilometers away from every brutally estranged reality; innocuously dancing with me all the time in God's invincible paradise? Was he the unsurpassable confidence that empowered even the tiniest of my veins—as the battlefield of life grew more and more cannibalistic and I was subjected to the goriest devils of sadistic blood? Was he every word of unbridled innocence that my mouth uttered—solely epitomizing only the essence of truth in a world-- otherwise deplorably swamped by a pack of manipulative wolves? Was he the very best and untainted form of God's creation in my palms—uninhibitedly swaying from one corner to the other—and granting the most meaningful impetus to me in my impoverished life? Was he the most unprejudiced moisture of my disdainfully shrunken eyes—timelessly leading me to the corridors of eternally magical freedom; reflecting my undying compassion for ever fraternity of living kind? Was he the innermost voice of my inconspicuously buried soul—which 1129

timelessly strived for uniting the farthest ends of this boundless planet; into the insuperably miraculous religion of mankind? Was he the embers of unflinching passion innately smoldering in my bruised bones—fervently clapping everytime I advanced towards any path of goodness; after crumbling an infinite times into morbid soil? Was he the impregnable fortress that fearlessly towered around each trembling part of me---safeguarding even the most infinitesimal aspect of my existence to the hilt—whilst I snored to the tunes of my very own whimsical dreams? Was he the most faithful friend; philosopher and guide that I harbored—who stuck more unassailably to me than my very own shadow—even as I eccentrically marched the walk of ghastly death? Was he my ultimate definition of a perfect living being—unfathomably mischievous and adventurous—yet one of the most immaculately princely pearl of God's earthly rhyme? Was he every heartfelt tear that effusively cascaded down my eyes—as every human chose to befriend the commercially sleazy devil from the atmosphere—rather than forever blend with the beats of immortal love divine? Was he each of my ancestor and sibling at the most crucially critical of my times—lending his poignant ears to even the inconsolable of my cries—when the rest of the 'blood related' word round me had died? Was he an inimitable magician that suddenly appeared out of nowhere in my beleaguered life—ensuring the most charismatically magnetic smile on my lips till the very end of my time? Was he each of my perpetual heartbeat which never betrayed—considering itself the richest on this earth alive—as it timelessly loved and acquired love of one and all on this gigantic planet alike? Was he my most infallibly perfect impressions on mundane soil—as I chose to tread the path never ever taken before—upon which failure was the most certainly biggest writing on the walls? Ah well, for others he might as well been just a dog named 'Tobby' who's now no longer alive---but for me he was; is and shall forever remain as my darling 'Everybody' till I breathe my very last and till beyond an infinite more lifetimes….

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Patience---The Greatest Artist… Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to profoundly admire even the most infinitesimal droplet of rain that cascaded from the sky; eventually absorbing into deep recesses of parched soil? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to notice the streaks of latent agony lingering in the afforested land; where the truant man played the most ruthlessly barbarous devil of his kind? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to untiringly appreciate the most orphaned first rays of the evanescent golden dawn; which filtered a fresh chapter of beginning through cold-bloodedly damned blackness? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to blend even the most intangibly dying ingredient of your blood; with each vivaciously exuberant stripe of the enthralling rainbow in enigmatic sky? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to feast every pore of your miserably emaciated nostrils; on the ecstatically unfettered scent of the freshly rain soaked mud? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to be an integral element of every stillness of the atmosphere; the perpetual silence enshrouding --which unveiled a countless mysteries untold of wandering man? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to conceive a boundless steps towards eternal success in your mind; before you could even alight the first physical step on veritable soil? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to be tolerant to every fraternity; caste; creed that existed in the human race; inseparably coalesce with all—to spawn into an unassailable singular mass of living kind? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to treat each anecdote of the severest failure with a smile in your stride; and yet optimistically treating each sunset as the messiah to the next sunrise? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to 1131

talk to your very ownself; miraculously soothe your traumatically frazzled nerves with the unflinchingly fearless baritone that wafted from your throat? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to distinctly distinguish even the tiniest bird in the flapping in blue sky; just by the inimitable ebullience in its wondrous chirp? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to feel the astoundingly unparalleled goodness of creation; even amidst the most bizarrely slipping particles of hapless quick sand? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to make friendships with the most alien; sharing each estrangement of your heart like being the greatest pals of all times? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to grant a philosophical expression to even the most mundane thought of your mind; delve into the more inscrutably tantalizing version of vibrant life? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to capture even the most intricately vacillating shades of mother nature in the whites of your eye; to spurn enamoring poetry in each tear drop of untamed joy that dribbled down your cheeks? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to caress the obscurest contours of your silhouette in the ripples of the placid lake; loving each aspect of your persona so that you could then shower the same bountifully upon countless more of your living kind? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to read someone else's mind—intransigently concentrating upon each bead of sweat that culminated upon the terse creases of the forehead? Wasn't it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt the art of love to its unabashed fullest; stretching the fathomless boundaries of your brain to beyond the definitions of monotonous convention—and into a heaven of impregnable beauty? Ah well ! Irrespective of what people say and would keep opining till the time they had voice and the earth existed---'Patience' for me is the greatest artist and brings out the greatest artist in you—Isn't it irrefutably true ?

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31st December—My ultimate hero… Irrespective of whether they were extraordinarily happy; or whether they inconsolably fretted in the aisles of utter desperation—with the gruesome blackness of extinction ominously maiming each of their senses, Irrespective of whether they were perennially successful; or whether they miserably floundered a countless times even before alighting a single foot—unnecessarily losing it- in their bouts of whimsical fidgetiness, Irrespective of whether they were unsurpassably rich; or whether they profusely slavered at the most diminutive morsel of food—brutally emaciating since a record number of days and treacherously freezing nights, Irrespective of whether they were in unconquerable space; or whether they were left to uncouthly stagnate on the fecklessly sordid streets and hackneyed gutter bins of the country's largest slum, Irrespective of whether they sang a boundless tunes in the praise of the Lord; or whether they sadistically licked up every pint of spit emitted by the vindictively trouncing devil, Irrespective of whether they bustled as perfectly symbiotic busy-bodies; or whether they aimlessly loitered through the lanes of slandering oblivion—which'd nothing but hoarse regret to offer as a pathetic end-product, Irrespective of whether they were unassailable magicians; or whether all what they dared touch; sullenly metamorphosed into frigidly incoherent bits of lame dust, Irrespective of whether they were invincible perfectionists; or whether they perpetually adhered to the famous axiom 'To Err is Human' and immortalized the same with their relentless failures, Irrespective of whether they were triumphantly persevering; or whether they lazed and endlessly lazed even under the most acrimoniously scorching sun; just because their bones creaked a trifle whilst getting up, Irrespective of whether they were brilliantly optimistic; or whether they lugubriously crumbled every instant reminiscing the mortuaries of the dreadfully asleep past, Irrespective of whether they were unflinching patriots; or whether they darted at the speed of lightening for cover; at the tiniest 1133

insinuation of the most imperceptible danger, Irrespective of whether they were blessedly fantasizing; or whether they lecherously circumscribed their entire lives within the constraints of the monotonously clerical corporate office, Irrespective of whether they were unconquerably truthful; or whether they were brutally trapped in satanically parasitic web of lies—resorting to it inevitably to find that ultimate escape route in today's manipulative world, Irrespective of whether they existed on the freezing north pole; or whether they compassionately warmed each ingredient of their blood under majestic rays of the Sun; extreme south, Irrespective of whether they conversed in articulate English; or whether they uninhibitedly recharged the atmosphere with every vibrancy of indigenous language that was spoken under the Sun, Irrespective of whether they were the perfectly synchronized gentlemen; or whether they resided in rustically mud baked huts—bursting at the seams to accommodate an innumerable more of their kind, Irrespective of whether they were Christ fearing Christians; or whether they were an equally Bhagwan/Allah/Buddha fearing 'Hindus'/ 'Muslims'/ 'Buddhists' and every other sacred tribe on earth divine, Irrespective of whether they wholeheartedly celebrated wondrous X-Mas; or whether they zealously indulged in the lights and colors of; 'Holi', 'Diwali', 'Muharram', 'Id' and countless other sacred festivals of the likes, O! Yes—Irrespective of anything and everything---On the 31st of December every year—all of them joined hands in one insuperable mass together; embraced each other without the tiniest of discrimination ---to welcome the newest dawn of all times—the dawn of a joyously happy new year—the first sunrise of a magical 1st January….

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Life's a brilliant mixture of it all… Is life solely about benevolently donating each passionately eclectic instant of yours; to every tangible and intangibly hapless fragment of deteriorating living kind? Is life solely about fervently loving someone so much; that brand new definitions of love were immortally embedded once again in every perceivably suspended ingredient—of the invincible atmosphere? Is life solely about fantasizing beyond the realms of the ordinary; plunging deeper and deeper each zipping second; into an unfathomable gorge of inscrutably uncanny excitement? Is life solely about inexhaustibly admiring every single of the Omniscient Lord's infinite creations; transforming into the truest poet at the tiniest insinuation of blossoming nature divine? Is life solely about befriending everyone around you irrespective of caste; creed; religion or tribe; and irrespective of whether it was the worst of your enemy pugnaciously staring down the whites of your eyes? Is life solely about titillating the obscurest bud of taste in your tongue; with the most inimitable cuisines directly from the lap of mother nature; for a countless hours in a day? Is life solely about indefatigably sermonizing the ideals of symbiotically peaceful existence; which you'd yourself imbibed in each ingredient of your blood; as you'd unflinchingly traversed through every of its lane? Is life solely about burying your face unimaginably deep into the bosom of your sacred mother; and then feeling the most unconquerable man alive—in the cold-blooded face of even the ghastliest of death? Is life solely about living out even the most bizarre of your whims and eccentricities to the fullest; walking on your self created cloud nine all the time; as long as it didn't the tiniest hurt any living kind? Is life solely about triumphantly breathing in the spirit of unassailable humanity; and unsparingly beheading even the most obfuscated trace of the devil; to amorphously feckless chowder? Is life solely about incessantly singing hymns of beauty; perpetuating even the most robotically dilapidated cranny of the atmosphere; with 1135

the freshness of miraculously blessing creation? Is life solely about sizzling each unfurling second in the flames of adventure; precariously teetering on the edge of space; yet feeling the adrenalin rush towards the ultimate summits of paradise? Is life solely about earnestly saluting each act of altruistic kindness; falling in due obeisance only in the feet of immortal love; as it spread like a magicians wand in each poignant heartbeat alike? Is life solely about looking forward to the optimistic rays of tomorrow; untiringly rising everytime you hopelessly flounder into nothingness and fall; to become the eternal scent of a new dawn? Is life solely about timelessly finding your very own inimitably priceless identity amidst a pack of satanically pouncing wolves; challenging the tyrannical norms of destiny to chart the pathway of your own dreams? Is life solely about irrefutably saying no to even the most diminutive insinuation of dreaded lies; torching the mortuaries of lackadaisicalness forever with the Omnipresent flame of truth? Is life solely about developing relationships more insuperably thicker than those of the 'blood'; where the tide of humanitarian compassion and friendship beautifully transcended over one and all? Is life solely about reliving those impeccably golden moments of the exuberant past; transiting back into those fresh cries of birth—where the whole world for once became—a cradle of magnificent togetherness? No. It never was 'solely'; but life's an emphatically brilliant mixture of it all…

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Everytime-After I made and rose in the spirit of love… I felt as if every ounce of hysterical sorrow on this Universe had suddenly metamorphosed into the perennially glorious waterfalls of compassion; dissipating their goodness upon each bedraggled pore of my existence, I felt as if the most horrendously parasitic of leech had suddenly started to donate an infinite granaries of blood to all those in need; abruptly shrugging the parasitic tag from each conceivable cranny of their demeanor, I felt as if a boundless clouds of newness had suddenly formed an invincible entrenchment around every iota of earth; blessing its haplessly parched and commercially adulterated surface with a zillion droplets of creation, I felt as if each inanely stagnating hair on my decrepit flesh suddenly rose towards the ultimate summits of undefeated paradise; and forever found its zealously real mission in life, I felt as if each iota of contentment on this fathomless Universe was suddenly lined up on the contours of my miserably chapped lips; making me look forward to no greed or malice any further, I felt as if a brilliantly streaming morning was suddenly rising out of treacherously maiming blackness; triumphantly maneuvering every devastated footstep of mine towards the path of symbiotic oneness, I felt as if even the most frigidly orphaned of stones had suddenly become the supreme peaks of unassailable Everest; inviting one and all alike on this enthralling planet in the spirit of tantalizing adventure, I felt as if even the most fetidly lamenting droplet of my sweat had suddenly become the most unparalleled cistern of happiness; profusely drenching each scorched arena of my existence with cloudbursts of ecstasy, I felt as if each vein in my inconsolably cringing blood had suddenly commenced to generate a countless electric currents of goodness all throughout my soul; absolving me of even the most inadvertently committed of my sin, I felt as if the whole manipulatively blood-sucking world had suddenly become my platform for impregnable success; to discover; to evolve; to 1137

admire; and to forever embrace with the blessings of the Almighty Lord, I felt as if every worthlessly aimless step that I listlessly took-- had suddenly some priceless purpose in god's infinite chapter of blissful creation; to immortally unite all in the fabric of insuperable oneness, I felt as if every disdainfully creaking bone of mine had suddenly sprung like an untamed tiger; to inexhaustibly massacre even the most intangible trace of devil from this endless earth, I felt as if every spell-bindingly panoramic fantasy on this globe had suddenly come into the whites of my eyes; royally perpetuating me to perceive beyond the extraordinary—each unveiling instant of princely life, I felt as if every patch of languidly barren earth had suddenly become the ultimate heaven; the ultimate paradise; right infront of my eyes and without laboring a step further on planet divine, I felt as if I could suddenly survive on limitless whiffs of air around me; abjuring every worldly pleasure in vicinity till my very last breath; with the Omnipotent light of the Sun and Moon my sole saviors, I felt as if even the most mundanely committed actions around me—had suddenly become miraculously ameliorating poems of the most unprecedented degree; and my sole panacea for success, I felt as if the brutally entangled labyrinths of my brain- had suddenly unleashed into an unsurpassable sky of freedom; where the only rule that existed was that there were not the tiniest of 'rules', I felt as if each of my salaciously betrayed heartbeat-had suddenly been embodied with the imprints of immortal friendship; which made me rise from my veritable corpse- to lead an infinite majestically new lives once again, Everytime; O! Yes undoubtedly everytime; after I made; embraced and rose in the spirit of love…

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Deep Ocean of Secrets… Be it belonging to the infinitesimally irate ant; who traversed an infinite steps in its journey from the bottom of the majestic dinner table; to its tantalizingly steaming top, Be it belonging to the stoically invincible Everest; which stood with its head high as the lone unflinchingly exuberant warrior; even as the entire planet beside was dissolving into the mortuaries of hopelessness, Be it belonging to the measly disheveled mushroom; frenetically staggering with each draught of fresh air; trying to solidly emboss its very own place in the languid bits of mud circumscribing it, Be it belonging to the wondrously tangy wave; dissipating into an unparalleled festoon of royal froth; triggering an inevitable smile on every bygone face, after clashing against the seductive black rocks, Be it belonging to the voluptuously crimson thundercloud; which craved and craved and unstoppably craved for its time; to melt into a boundless droplets of everlastingly mollifying rain, Be it belonging to the incongruously bohemian barking dog; who uncontrollably growled nineteen to the dozen even in ghastly midnight; until its voice was eventually heard by its callous master, Be it belonging to the perennially flowering tree; which blossomed into umpteenth a dazzling leaf every now and again; and whose each minuscule root had entrapped in it; the hidden enigmas of a time before time was pragmatically born, Be it belonging to the diminutively impoverished cubicle of stray ice; trembling an infinite times every unfurling instant; in anticipation of its worst enemy the "Sun" blazing out; and forever pulverizing the chapter of its existence beyond its livid grave, Be it belonging to the indiscriminately behemoth dinosaur; for whom everything else on earth was a maudlin buffoonery of time; as it toyed with all creation in the center of its palm; till its last breath destined, Be it belonging to the insignificantly tiny shell lying astray on the skewed shores; fighting left; right and center for its very existence; even as each gigantic wave inexorably tried to drown to the rock bottom of the sea, 1139

Be it belonging to the vivaciously dancing peacock; which spread its romantic plumage full throttle in anticipation of its dream mate; with the very first showers of ravishingly golden rain, Be it belonging to the obnoxiously fetid cockroach; spending an infinite of its lives fretfully meandering round the disdainful lavatory seat; an indescribable miles far away from the freshness of rising sunlight, Be it belonging to the raunchily descending bat; searching for every conceivable prey of its blindfolded; since its very first cry of morosely blackened and topsy-turvy hackneyed life, Be it belonging to most impoverished ingredient of the atmosphere; swept to its non-existent grave every second by the slightest puff of wind; and then found floating again in some indecipherable part of the fathomless Universe, Be it belonging to the very last brick in the boundlessly deep foundation; which timelessly winced in unheard pain; an intransigently agonizing scream which fell on deaf ears and with only the darkness around it as its lone companion, Be it belonging to the pinch of vapid dust; which either got ruthlessly swept; heartlessly trampled; ludicrously blown; condemningly spat upon; by every cold-blooded stroke of unsparing destiny, Be it belonging to the velvety blade of emerald grass; which perennially romanced in the aisles of untamed desire; with each droplet of mesmerizing golden dew, Be it belonging to the evanescent entrenchment of the parsimonious horizons; which try as hard as they could; but were never successful in salvaging their own identity; amidst the day; afternoon and wild night, Be it belonging to the incongruously babbling eunuch; stretching to every threshold of raucously unimaginable obscenity; in order to evict those quintessential bundles of currency from the spurious society outside, O! Yes, be it belonging to conceivably anyone on this tirelessly ingratiating earth; every palpitating heart has; is; and shall forever remain an unconquerably "Deep Ocean of secrets"…

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Everytime my heart palpitated for existence… Some relentlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to relieve the unsurpassable restlessness that irksomely leaked from each pore of their; frenetically trembling fingers, Some unceasingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to give each day of theirs a meaningfully pragmatic start; judiciously adhering to every conceivable thumb rule of cleanliness embossed in the scientific textbooks, Some thoroughly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant their otherwise haplessly beleaguered demeanors; that supreme hilt of sparkling achievement, Some intransigently wiped the dust of it; just in order to be that very first infallible pioneering leaf; in the whole new chapter of bountifully civilized cleanliness, Some fanatically wiped the dust of it; just in order to sight even the most infinitesimal curve of their facial contours; in its now wholesomely brand-new transparently scintillating glass, Some painstakingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to keep even the faintest shadows of their existence pollution free; inhale an air more purer than what could be found in rhapsodically majestic paradise, Some maniacally wiped the dust of it; just in order to wonderfully mollify their everyday habitual rages of exonerating every speck of grime; to beyond the realms of nothingness, Some listlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to expend their latently thwarted energies into something alien; whilst profoundly concentrating upon the cherished targets of their lives, Some inexhaustibly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant it the highest honor of their otherwise impoverished lives; seeking refuge in its invincibly peaceful contours—when the rapacious balderdash of the planet became too devilish to bear, Some iteratively wiped the dust of it; just in order to tickle the otherwise robotically estranged hair of their nostrils; with the unabashedly merry-making particles that bellowed in a jiffy inside, Some snobbishly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant themselves a feeling of fecklessly frigid superiority; that its 1141

destiny of whether to be clean or not; entirely depended upon the swish of their nonchalant thumbs, Some laboriously wiped the dust of it; just in order to holistically rejuvenate blood in their otherwise haplessly paralyzed fingers; which had gotten so ruthlessly numb in the freezing winter morning, Some irately wiped the dust of it; just in order to get rid of their inexplicably unwonted irritation; as they disgustingly snapped at every conceivable thing in vicinity since the first crack of dawn, Some unstoppably wiped the dust of it; just in order to ease those endlessly painstakingly hours that lay inevitably in store; and that had to be conquered to taste the fruits of blissful success, Some lackadaisically wiped the dust of it; just in order to merely caress their bewitchingly dreaming fingers; with a tiny ocean of glimmering pristine silk, Some devoutly wiped the dust of it; just in order to regroup the miserably hackneyed lines of their shattered destiny; in its myriad labyrinths of mystical sacredness, Some despairingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to frantically search for those stolen moments of happiness; which could be slyly lurking in the recesses of infinite oblivion behind, Some dedicatedly wiped the dust of it; just in order to timelessly worship the image behind; from which eternally radiated every single pulse; every single color of their impoverished lives, Whilst I never ever cleaned it; neither did I ever see the frame in which it was kept; yet immortally felt the photo of my God in its most royally unassailable form; everytime my heart palpitated for existence; everytime my heart throbbed for symbiotic life…..

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He who definitely knew that he'd die…. There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst traversing through the forests; and the uncouthly ferocious lion snapping each bone of their apart into a countless disparaging fragments, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst voyaging through the ocean; haplessly drowning to the rock-bottom; and being sporadically pulverized by the hedonistic jaws of the shark, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst seated in the luminous aircraft; with the air-conditioned bewitchment eventually crashing and exploding like frigid pieces of nothingness against the cold-blooded rocks, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst at war with abhorrent neighboring land; being ruthlessly beheaded if caught; or otherwise being blown up like nonchalant ash-at the vindictive strike of the missile, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst cremating their near and dear ones; with the inconsolably despairing hopelessness of the situation; metamorphosing them into a living carcass for the remainder of their lives, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst inevitably impersonating invidious shades of lies to survive; with this most dreaded sin of existence forever dissolving them into their invisible corpse, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst toiling towards their dreams of becoming the richest man; with the last ounce of power in their bones eventually succumbing to the most unthinkably murderous rat-raced exhaustion, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst fast asleep past ghoulish midnight; with the most dreadfully maiming nightmares of all times snapping the last fangs of their inimitable breath, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst clambering towards the ultimate peak of Everest; ruthlessly devoured by the unstoppable onslaught of the avalanche and the heartlessly 1143

freezing wind, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst giving miraculous birth to more of their own; with the excruciating pains of labor silencing the tiniest cry to palpitate in their souls, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst undergoing the wrath of morbid betrayal; with their breaths naturally ending before—they could dare view their beloved being passionately embraced and caressed in alien arms, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst speeding on the express highways; when clashing metal to brutal metal would foment such an acrimonious ball of fire—as never witnessed in history before, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst stepping out to earn their own bread; with the treacherously parasitic attitude of people around—extricating the very last droplet of their innocuous blood, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst the earthquake suddenly struck; being cold-bloodedly sucked into the horrendously fulminating belly of the earth—where there graves lay already dug, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst strapped to the exuberant parachute; with the ferociously plundering storm rendering them wailing and wingless—in their uncontrolled descent towards murderous stony ground, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst facing the relentlessly inhuman torture by the police; as they mustered up all their non-existent courage to divulge the devil hidden in their dastardly souls, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst anticipating their final examination results; with the feeblest contingency of a failure and the flagrant exoneration by the society thereafter; cruelly asphyxiating each of their heartbeat in their chests, There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst attempting to change the course of their otherwise satanic destiny; with the irrefutably pre-destined sinking them deeper and deeper into their graves-the harder they tried to redefine and revolutionize time, And then I met him; uncontrollably trembling and slavering in the 1144

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mortuaries of uncertainty—he who definitely knew that he'd die; as he'd shared just a few idiosyncratically weak moments of his with his spouse; a few moments which he wanted to entirely erase from the chapter of his impoverished life---but she on the other hand was waiting like a famished tigress to repeat the same to him at the tiniest human error he committed; and without the slightest of reason or rhyme….

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When I wasn't writing poetry…. Its like the highest summit of the Himalayas suddenly feeling disastrously pale and defeated; even infront of the most infinitesimally lackluster of squandering ants, Its like those unlimited swarm of bumble bees suddenly feeling extremely bitter and remorseful; even in the heart of their hives—profusely inundated with nothing else but celestial honey, Its like the flamboyantly brilliant Sun suddenly feeling as if pathetically squatting in limp darkness; even in the midst of the most tempestuously sweltering afternoon, Its like the most towering of dinosaur suddenly feeling unable to gobble a minuscule leaf; even as several thousand of its teeth uncontrollably minced and roared to devour endless civilizations; just for morning breakfast, Its like an infinite avalanches of the most frozen ice suddenly feeling like melting into nothingness; even as the chilliest winds of unsparing winter made mercury dip to several hundred degrees below trusted zero, Its like the most robustly rollicking of body suddenly feeling like starving to an inconsolable death; even when sumptuously fed every hour with the best fruits and ingredients of nature divine, Its like the most holistically inimitable brain suddenly feeling like heading towards inexplicable dementia; even when effortlessly solving the most pragmatic problems of mathematics at unbelievable speeds, Its like the most amazingly fecund patches of timelessly proliferating earth suddenly feeling infertile; even infront of the disgracefully impotent wails of the vindictive eunuch, Its like the stringently unstoppable needles of the clock suddenly feeling like stagnating in the mortuaries of solitariness; even as time inexhaustibly ticked forward to unveil into a revolutionary new tomorrow, Its like the most gorgeously burgeoning of rose suddenly feeling asphyxiated from all quarters with worthless stink; even when people from all quarters of the globe were inevitably drawn solely to its invincible scent, 1146

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Its like the eternally rising sea wave suddenly feeling like the most listlessly pulverized weed; even infront of the fetid pile of slush incongruously blabbering near the lifeless gutter, Its like the exuberantly twinkling star suddenly feeling that blackness was the sole ruler of the sadistic night; even though it filtered the most optimistic path of hope to survive in the darkness; savagely menacing around, Its like the very first showers of ecstatically torrential rain suddenly feeling lividly desolate; even infront of the most worthlessly cringing and miserably abandoned desert sands, Its like ebullient blood gushing through the veins suddenly feeling as if it belonged to someplace else; even as it indefatigably pumped the heart with unconquerable exhilaration, Its like the majestic spider perched in the center of its web suddenly feeling decimated by a boundless feet on ground; even though the strands of silk absorbed it more compassionately and profound; into its own perseveringly crafted castle, Its like the most wondrously efficacious panacea on this planet suddenly feeling that it was abhorrent venom; even though it marvelously and untiringly continued on its miraculous healing spree, Its like the strongest foundation on soil suddenly feeling it'd worthlessly buried a countless feet under dead soil; even though it hadn't moved a whisker; in the most treacherously vengeful earthquake of the decade, Its like the most immortal of heartbeat suddenly feeling blasphemously betrayed; even though the sky of perpetual love continued to harness and replenish the most inconspicuous of its desires, And I can assure you, it was indeed much worse than all of the above; a feeling too unthinkably cursed to describe to even the goriest of devils out there; when though I had the entire wealth of the world—but unfortunately wasn't writing poetry…

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Just where were you??? Just Where were you when I was inconsolably fretting in exasperation; with virtually no other shoulder in the world to lean upon; to share the innermost secrets of my brutally agonized heart? Just Where were you when I sat in solitary listlessness—for hours immemorial on the dining table; not wanting to savor even the most infinitesimal morsel of food- without compassionately befriending company aside? Just Where were you when I unrelentingly tossed and turned all cold-bloodedly sultry night; fervently waiting for those ears into which I could whisper my innumerably inexplicable happenings of the day? Just Where were you when I sat in stony silence after composing a boundless lines of majestic poetry; ardently wanting nothing else in this world; but you as my audience to hear and engross in the spirit of each word that I'd evolved? Just Where were you when I jumped in unabashed exhilaration at achieving my very first triumph in this vast world; wanting to rejoice in its glory for moments unprecedented in the passionately sensuous warmth of your arms? Just Where were you when I inexhaustibly wept tears of emptiness; when the knives of loneliness stabbed me deeper and deeper; to make me a living carcass more ghoulish than its veritably dead counterpart? Just Where were you when I sat in morose submission—rejected by the entire world; but still with untamed fires burning alive in my eyes; as I timelessly awaited you to ask me as to how I felt-as to what had I recently undergone? Just Where were you when I was irrevocably trapped in the hell of lecherous mayhem; refusing every ounce of benign help that came my way; untiringly desirous of only your unparalleled countenance coming to my rescue? Just Where were you when I needed that pricelessly inevitable pat on my back; after endeavoring for a countless hours on the trot to spawn sheer and insatiably rhapsodic newness; out of a graveyard of nothingness? Just Where were you when I sought those minuscule bits of admiration 1148

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for every honorary accomplishment of mine; inspiring me all the more and indefatigably on the path towards altruistic righteousness? Just Where were you when I needed to quell the unsurpassably raging fires of my flesh; with the magically silken caress of your skin; forever become one in the fragrance of your bountiful existence? Just Where were you when I'd desperately cuddled to a bundle of frazzled fright; when all I perennially waited for was your rejuvenating voice; to sweep me of my beleaguered feet and into the land of invincible utopia? Just Where were you when I endlessly kept listening to the rapid ticking of the grandfather clock; waiting for the doors to open with a bang upon your blessed arrival; and the sound of your mesmerizing footsteps overwhelming everything else in vicinity? Just Where were you when I audaciously chose the road never ever tread upon; and then having done so I needed your friendship and inspiration all the more; to survive amidst a pack of savage wolves and emerge effulgently victorious? Just Where were you when I'd shunned and shunted everything else in the world for you; walked out of my parent's palace at strokes well past midnight—to meet you at the footsteps of the mosque; from where we'd planned to silently elope? Just Where were you when I was starving to an unforgivably gruesome death just outside your doorstep; waiting for your eyes to atleast recognize me-if not make love; as an organism whom you once upon a time profoundly and dearly loved? Just Where were you when I was fighting an infinite devils singlehandedly; when I so badly wanted your voice from behind to encourage and pep me up each unleashing minute; and not at all the muteness of the atmosphere as my lone savior? Just Where were you when I was just about to leave for my heavenly abode; relinquishing my physical form forever at the commands of the Lord; indisputably wanting to utter just once in your ears; as to how much I missed you? And now when I'd only started to plan as to how to legally give you divorce; separate you from each aspect of my life; you suddenly seemed everywhere-as if landed from the land of nowhere; spuriously smiling and comforting me to save our goddamned marriage; only so that not just half---but every part of my hard earned richness always remained 1149

the complete gloss of your artificial lips?…

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Brutally Broken Heart… There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the diminutively flickering flame of the obfuscated candle; which intermittently sprang up rays of jubilant hope in the ghastliest of blackness, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on those rare and Spartan globules of water; haplessly trapped amidst the sweltering granules of the desert soil, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the sporadically appearing rainbows in the hazily lit expanse of sky; which cast a spell of uncanny enchantment upon every organism alive, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the enigmatically tantalizing mirages; which inexhaustibly kept the spirit of existence and aspirations alive, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the invisible droplets of blood of their sacred ancestors; which were the most altruistic rays of optimism amidst the profusely blood stained battlefield, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the precariously thin line which ran between insuperable truth and flagrant lies; which gave them the option of relishing both aspects of mundane life, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the fragrance of the seasonal lotus; which suddenly sprouted out of nowhere in the middle of livid slush; and yet miraculously enlightened every frazzled eyeball alive, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the very first droplet of rain which cascaded from sensuously cloudy sky; inexplicably tracing a countless of their past existence in its pristine glimmer, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the ladders of distant friendship; which though being continents and generations apart; always kept them hopeful of hearing a compassionately cheerful voice from the other end, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on that befuddling magicians wand; which appeared only at its own will; but when it did---it perpetuated in them a brand new fervor to exuberantly 1151

exist, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the haphazardly incongruous lines of their palms; which incessantly whetted their appetite for the very best to yet arrive in their severely devastated lives, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the parsimonious trickle of fantasies that time and again tickled their brain; making them experience undisguised utopia—right here on planet earth itself, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the blissfully tranquilizing shadows of serenity; which majestically calmed their nomadically beleaguered soles with the true panacea of life, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the oars of untamed adventure; which at times unflinchingly stood; yet at times pathetically drowned to the rock bottom of worthless clay---as the storm viciously struck out of nowhere, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the cry of every divinely new-born infant; which reached them more invincibly closer and closer to their respective gods and beliefs, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the fabric of unconquerable simplicity; which made them naturally relinquish each sinful desire and be a true comrade to their infinite other mates in unimaginable pain, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the gorge of unprecedented risks; which perennially ignited the spark of their existence; till an infinite boundaries beyond their cognizance, There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on their immortal beloved; who became their Omnipotent guiding light in every state of their exultation and limitless duress, Whilst I spent my entire life; leaning solely on the beats of my brutally betrayed and broken heart; which although perfidiously shattered; still made me breathe like a perfectly symbiotic human—before I ultimately forced my way into my veritable grave…

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In our succeeding lives… Just when we'd completed the most immortally blessing kiss of all times; with our insatiably crimson lips; now profusely oozing cloudbursts of unparalleled passion, Just when we'd completed the most sensuously tantalizing chase of all times; with our enigmatically aroused skin pores now desiring nothing else but the untamed smooch of our lips, Just when we'd completed the most thunderously igniting caress of all times; with our arms now wanting to altruistically relinquish everything worldly around; to forever unite in the spirit of invincible oneness, Just when we'd completed the most mellifluously romantic songs of all times; with our throats now voicing the innermost tunes of our enamoring soul; without moving even an infinitesimal fraction, Just when we'd completed the most heart-to-heart discussions of all times; with our forms now desiring nothing else but celestial rest; for an infinite more destined lifetimes, Just when we'd completed the most symbiotically shared meals of all times; with our bloodstreams now eternally united in the strings of miraculously ameliorating humanity, Just when we'd completed the most boundlessly bewitching fantasizing of all times; with our brains now fully comprehending each other in every tangible and intangibly cognizable shape; situation; color and form, Just when we'd completed the most ravishingly unbridled explorations of all times; with our fingers now wanting to solely intertwine in the best of friendship on this earth—that eventually led to the gates of ultimate paradise, Just when we'd completed the most euphorically mollifying victories of all times; with our spirits now yearning to only see--- the devil being unsparingly torched to the last bone of its fecklessly frigid spine, Just when we'd completed the most spell-bindingly fiery dance of all times; with our muscles and bones now only fervently yearning—to wholesomely surrender to every stroke of destiny and unleashing time, Just when we'd completed the most wholeheartedly untamed guffaw of all times; with our jaws now wanting to do nothing else; but contentedly 1153

sleep for a thousand more centuries to unveil, Just when we'd completed the most voluptuously exotic suckling of all times; with our tongues now finding heavenly sweetness; in even the most bitter venom that dared cascade on them, Just when we'd completed the most brilliantly sensitive poetic verses of all times; with our palms now feeling as if uninhibitedly swaying in rhapsodic utopia; right here on the trajectory of mundanely commercial earth, Just when we'd completed the most unbelievably philanthropic charities of all times; with our souls now feeling washed and wholesomely eradicated; of a countless derogatory sins of a countless treacherous past lives, Just when we'd completed the most stupendously intricate nibbling of all times; with our teeth now happily and unabashedly chattering a nineteen to the dozen; for the rest of our lives, Just when we'd completed the most unflinchingly beautiful marriage rituals of all times; with our nerves now blissfully bonded into one unassailable mass; with the blessings of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord, Just when we'd completed the most unsurpassable admiration of all times; with our speech now liberating and insuperably uniting with the Omniscient aura of the lord—as we continued to sing an infinite hymns of praise for all his infinite creation, Just when we'd completed the most poignantly unmatched mating of all times; with our bodies now unstoppably laughing; at even the most ghastliest prospect of going down the grave, Continents apart. You got up with a jerk from your divinely sleep in the arms of your husband. And I got up with a bolt of lightening even greater--- viciously crumpled under the bohemian feet of my wife. And how we wished and wished and wished; that this impossible dream of ours atleast got completed after our deaths; and in our succeeding lives….

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DANCE UPON EVERY CHANCE…. Whether it be as inconspicuous as an invisibly dissolute ant; or whether it be as towering as the highest apogee of the invincibly towering mountain; upon which fell the very first rays of the brilliant Sun, Whether it be as overpoweringly black as the color of unearthly midnight; or whether it be blazing towards an infinite new civilizations of tomorrow—like the profusely ameliorating beams of empowering dawn, Whether it be as evanescent as the parsimoniously deteriorating horizons; or whether it be as veritably fathomless as the gigantically swirling oceans and the endless chain of black rocks, Whether it be as infantile as the nimble squeak of the freshly born baby rat; or whether it be as impregnably majestic as the inimitably unparalleled roar of the unflinching lion, Whether it be as frivolous as the sporadically changing winds; or whether it be as undefeatedly passionate as the shades of insuperably humanitarian and united blood, Whether it be as light veined as the inane balderdash of the limpid clown; or whether it be as redolently immortalizing as a boundless lines of ecstatically bountiful poetry, Whether it be as acrimoniously arid as the blistering sands; or whether it be as torrentially sumptuous and everlastingly life-yielding as the unabashedly tumbling droplets of golden rain, Whether it be as nonchalant as the ephemerally livid whisper; or whether it be as royally unassailable as the indefatigably euphoric and vociferous lightening of the crimson sky, Whether it be as ludicrously feeble as the abnormally rickety pack of cards; or whether it be as insuperably fortified as the magical Universe whose foundations rested on eternally unified love, Whether it be as excruciatingly tantalizing as the betraying mirage; or whether it be as inevitably definite as the perennially nurturing complexion of the soil; which was a princely dark brown, Whether it be as nervously tottering like the abysmally old man stumbling towards his grave; or whether it be perpetually bouncing in the victorious vigor and ardor of wondrously youthful life, 1155

Whether it be as dismally oblivious as the full cry of the non-existent mosquito; or whether it be full; eternal and ravishingly triumphant as the entire Universe of philanthropic justice, Whether it be as disdainfully terrestrial as the transient blade of pulverized green grass; or whether it uninhibitedly flapped its wings like a surreally adorned queen through fathomless bits of azure sky, Whether it be as cunningly slippery as the bewilderingly groping eel; or whether it be as infallibly faithful as the girl of your every dream; who fearlessly stood abreast you to rejoice and smilingly accept the ghastliest of death, Whether it be as uncannily eccentric as the croaking witch's anointed broomstick; or whether it be as enthrallingly pragmatic as the unnervingly ticking –centuries old town clock, Whether it be as deplorably jinxed as the fetidly disgruntled graveyard; or whether it be as miraculously blessed as every synergistically palpitating creation of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord, Whether it be as treacherously cheating like the feckless shadow which came and disappeared with each shade of the light; or whether it be as timelessly befriending as the breath in the lungs; which only left you after your veritable death, Whether it be as pathetically ungraspable as the stream of widowed water; or whether it be like all those people around you who unstoppably embraced you for solely what you were and what you were destined to be, And I really don't care; be it in whatever shape; form; color or intensity; but as long as its for the betterment of humanity and my very own self; and the very instant it comes my way; I'd definitely and wholesomely DANCE UPON EVERY CHANCE….

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Sympathy is worse than death…. Sympathy makes an organism feel dreadfully weak—as if the world around it had metamorphosed into a coffin of morose blackness; though an infinite streams of scarlet blood still ran enthusiastically through each of its blessed veins, Sympathy makes an organism feel lividly inferior—with every living being in vicinity appearing to be a boundless times stronger; though they both were royally equal by the grace of the unparalleled Omnipotent Lord, Sympathy makes an organism inadvertently lick decrepit dust—whereas it should've been unflinching marching forward in the fervor of bustling youth; head held high with its compatriot organism and only bowing down before the Lord Almighty, Sympathy makes an organism a veritably devilish parasite---forever leaning and sucking upon its good-willed befriender; though volcano's of latent energy itched to fulminate from each of its robustly handsome veins, Sympathy makes an organism wholesomely lose its own voice—as it started to profusely relish the extravagant attention and care; preferred to fantasize about the things that it'd like to do in life; rather than honestly sweat it out and reach there, Sympathy makes an organism overwhelmingly finicky and fastidious about the tiniest of things—again and again finding faults with the most majestically perfect of creation; as there was always a person to wholesomely commiserate with its every eccentricity and peevish demand, Sympathy makes an organism haplessly infertile---pathetically unable to indulge into even the most sensuously bountiful pleasures of life; as inevitable habit compelled it to let others complete its job of proliferating its very own kin, Sympathy makes an organism miserably fail again and again---as the inexplicably stabbing blackness that it'd enshrouded itself with; incorrigibly denied any beam of optimistic sunlight to triumphantly creep in, Sympathy makes an organism look frenetically naked even when fully clothed---as it indefatigably kept begging for being fed even that morsel of food; which lay copiously sprawled right into the center of its palms, 1157

Sympathy makes an organism an irrefutable devil on the prowl---inexhaustibly searching for that shoulder to baselessly weep; and then disgustingly sleep-float in an unfathomable ocean of tears, Sympathy makes an organism a dreadfully unbearable burden upon the planet---as it neither wholesomely died nor lived; just kept flagrantly loitering in-between the dormitories of certainty and uncertainty, Sympathy makes an organism hopelessly deteriorate into nothingness with every unleashing minute—as his unstoppably taking the support of others; made his very own spine rust and eventually crumble to inconspicuous dust, Sympathy makes an organism an irrevocably maimed beggar—as he shamefully lost all his ability to sight; hear and fearlessly speak; wantonly clinging like a deplorable leech to the panic button of every second person on the street, Sympathy makes an organism a coffin of cursed negativity---spreading the wretched stench of satanic dependency upon every step that he dared tread; and thereby maligning the true spirit of symbiotically independent life, Sympathy makes an organism lose all priceless self respect---an attribute which was profoundly embedded in each of its veins just like an infinite other of its counterpart; right since its very first divinely breath, Sympathy makes an organism look like an invisible ghost infront of the mirror---such an abominable jinx that was impossible to break; once it surreptitiously passed itself on upon another equally insipid organism, Sympathy makes an organism come to such an exasperating stage—that it started to unceasingly ridicule its very ownself; as there virtually none else in this world who was as inconsolably sick and helpless as its rapidly flailing form, Sympathy makes an organism come to an earth-screeching lifeless halt—as after a period of time every door on the Universe brutally shut up on its deliberately tear stained face; and that's when the true reality and hardship of life hit it right in the center of its eye, And sympathy makes an organism entirely dead even in the heart of exuberantly infallible life---a lifelessly fetid carcass which was 1158

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spat upon and shunted by every section of the society; even before it could try lifting its very first footstep on soil by itself…

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KILL THE SMOKE. STAMP THE CIGARETTE. QUIT SMOKING FOREVER. Before it vindictively enshrouds every pore of your skin; with its despairingly hideous tinges of cancerous yellow, Before it metamorphoses you into a carcass of nothingness; with even the most amorphous of scarecrow looking more robust than your disastrously haggard flesh, Before it reduces you to nothing more than a stinking dustbin of worthless dust; making people around you run an infinite distance-the instant you passed sullen air through your lips, Before it inevitably renders you into a coughing corpse; disdainfully sputtering like a crankily quaint engine without gas; everytime you tried to squeakily mumble your very own name, Before it coerces your entire persona to rattle like a jinxed saucepan of emptiness; as each of your bones squandered and creaked with insipidity; everytime you dared tread on soil, Before it unsparingly massacres the bountiful virility in your seeds; leaves you staggering like an impotent moron; who wasn't even fit to care for an adopted child, Before it imprisons you forever in its swirl of addictive baselessness; with even the most priceless pearls of love now seeming to be a transient illusionary mist of debilitating decay, Before it transforms your holistic visions into that of the devil; wanting to do nothing else but spend a life in bizarre isolation; with fathomless bellows of stale wind for breakfast; lunch and dinner, Before it perpetuates its diabolically bloodshot tinge into the pristine whites of your eye; reducing you from an apostle of happiness to a hapless spirit of the cadaverous graveyard, Before it miserably trounces your appetite to win- beguiling you with its non-existent witchly stride; doping your otherwise alert brain with severe confusion to traverse even the straightest roads of life, Before it makes you a fecklessly rejected thorn of the society; for polluting and harming priceless environment around you; with your very own venom laden mouth, 1160

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Before it devastates you beyond the point of no return; as you fondly frolicked in the glory of those tensionless childhood days; which now seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer with each stroke of the helplessly deteriorating night, Before it horrendously strangulates your lungs with all heaviness that ever existed; making you feel as if you carried the weight of the whole planet; whereas you were now just a pair of crumbling bones all over; as you walked, Before it annihilates every taste bud of tantalizing freshness in your tongue; transforming you into an into an insane dragon wanting to gobble worthless chunks of desolate deathly fire all the time, Before it besieges every droplet of your royally persevered sweat with its rotten stench of parasitic gloom; making you feel like a miserable ant waiting to be trampled any instant; even after achieving the entire wealth of the world, Before it curses you with the onset of lividly emancipating old age in the prime of ebullient youth; as hordes of veritably old men and women hoisted your paperweight frame; for you to do your daily chores, Before it makes you a blatant outcaste with your very own intestines; which preferred to choke forever into submission; rather than bear the poisonous puff of wind indescribably molesting them, Before it blows the candles of your mesmerizing life forever; with the horizons of its asphyxiating blackness; which never rose to any fresh dawn or sparkling tomorrow, Before it painstakingly chars every organ of your beautiful body into the coffins of extinction; with your orphaned black soot then being compared with some of the most lamentful specimens of self-destruction, Before it makes you an integral part of its thwarted family-consisting of nothing else but boundless mortuaries of ghosts; spirits and countless other bits of despondent meaninglessness, Before it takes your holistic spirit far far away from God; as you were not just simply exhaling it; but creating living carriers of cancerous disease all around you; each time you breathed out that tawdrily contaminated air, Before it insidiously creeps in the form of raw red to the edge of your throat; dissipating into oceans of immeasurable slain blood everytime you stuttered; wheezed and spat, 1161

Before it penalizes you to the most extreme degrees of seclusion; disease; repulsion; abhorrence and death; for just being a wonderful host to that lackadaisically jaded pipe like structure with your lips,

Save your life. Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.

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Man-The Biggest Hypocrite… He thanked the simmering rays of the Sun from the innermost realms of his heart; for compassionately befriending his every heartlessly chilly winter morning, Whilst the same man unrelentingly abused the same Sun for transforming him into a gutter of disdainful sweat; as the peak of afternoon crept by and he trespassed his terrace barefoot… He thanked the voluptuous puffs of clouds for permeating each instant of his otherwise bedraggled day; with unparalleled fantasies of desire; charm and inseparable longing, Whilst the same man viciously abused the same clouds for bruising him beyond repair; as he stumbled into the valley shouting for his life; losing his footing into the velvety fading light…. He thanked the tree to no end for providing him the most blissful shade of his life; wading all his worries to an eternal rest as he uninhibitedly slept on its motherly trunk, Whilst the same man intransigently abused the same tree for becoming an infuriating hindrance; as he frantically searched for his beloved amidst the fathomless network of forest grapevines; branches; stalks and leaf…. He thanked the gigantic waves till his last trace of voice; for rhythmically lifting his boat high and handsome towards the sky; with poetically vivacious strokes galore, Whilst the same man bawdily abused the same waves for betraying him as he sank to the rock bottom of the ocean with his boat; suddenly not able to withstand the undefeated flamboyancy of the waves anymore…. He thanked the surreally silent night with all his might; for giving him that much needed inevitable reprieve from the vagaries of this planet; where every robotic morning of worry led him to think only suicide, Whilst the same man unsparingly abused the same night for rendering him in a state of abject loneliness; deserting him in fear of being indiscriminately robbed as he incoherently babbled with the winds…. He thanked the unflinchingly straight walls with tears of gratitude in his eyes; for being his best and most faithful companion; as he talked to them when the entire world shunted and made parodies of his eccentric delights, Whilst the same man vindictively abused the same walls for badly bruising his nose and imprisoning him till eternity; each time he tried to run and feel the fresh atmosphere; outside…. 1163

He thanked the fathomless desert for triggering his imagination to the most unprecedented limits; as the endless expanse of golden sands made him a spontaneous artist filled with prolific joy of the living kind, Whilst the same man inconsolably abused the same desert for making him completely lose his moorings; hopelessly stranding him amidst a labyrinth of only dust; as he winced to take on the force of one of his chilliest nights…. He thanked the gustily blowing wind with open arms; for soaring his kite like the ultimate magician up into bits of limitless sky; as his fingers swayed to the tunes of the ardently charged string, Whilst the same man inexorably abused the same wind for ruthlessly pushing him to a racy death---100 floors down his building; as it blew just a trifle too harder for his comfort and his foot inadvertently tripped…. He thanked the triumphantly scintillating glass for honestly portraying every contour of his personality; as he stood up with integrity on his hard earned patch of soil, Whilst the same man implacably abused the same glass for making him an inferior societal neglect; as it reflected scores of other thousands of beings more beautiful than him; and he now prepared himself to lead a life ahead full of misery; self-destruction and gloom… He thanked the virgin streaks of white lightening for igniting the most dormant arenas of his brain; leading him to discover the inexplicably mysterious world beyond the mundane, Whilst the same man horrifically abused the same lightening for reducing him into bits of invisibly ludicrous ash; as he stood a bit longer under it to admire it in its full and untamed glory… He thanked the tumultuously pelting drops of sensuous rain with passionate folded palms; for blessing every disastrously parched nerve of his with rhapsodic delight , Whilst the same man barbarously abused the same rain for indefinitely stranding him within four walls; as the incessant downpour exasperatingly cut his every feasible link with the commercial globe outside… He thanked the boundlessly dense forests for allowing him to discover his quintessential roots; as he let the seductive spray of the dew evoke memories of the supernatural and beyond; in the spectacularly star-studded night, Whilst the same man remorsefully abused the same forests for making him a wastrel wanderer; slapping the tag of a good-for-nothing eccentric recluse into his now mysteriously groping eyes… 1164

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He thanked the compassionate woman living with him for making him feel complete in every aspect of his existence; transcending his every desire beyond the zenith of fulfillment, Whilst the same man cruelly abused the same woman for circumscribing his life into realms of responsibility; rendering him a mere puppet to fulfill his worldly duties bereft of all spice; after a while… You know why. Because every Man on earth; myself included; is the biggest Hypocrite

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Writing Poetry… Writing poetry is like the newborn draughts of ecstatic wind; kissing the innocuous cluster of green leaves; with the most uninhibited ardor and camaraderie of all times, Writing poetry is like the soul wholesomely cleansing itself of even the most inadvertently committed of its sins; as it blended with the beats of magical verse; which transcended over every religion; caste; creed; color and tribe, Writing poetry is like a bird exuberantly flapping its wings; having just being released from years of insidious captivity; and now ready to commence upon its most royal flight, Writing poetry is like the queenly droplet of glistening sweat; which tantalized the skin to the nth degree of sensuousness; as it enchantingly traversed towards the most hidden corner of the big toe; and then embraced death, Writing poetry is like a kingly magnet attracting the most inanimate objects; and then befriending them forever in a swirl of invincible togetherness; under the broadest daylight and sinister blackness of the morbid night, Writing poetry is like a vivacious rainbow enlightening even the most drearily lambasted portions of adulterated living kind; with new found rays of courage; compassion and everlasting hope, Writing poetry is like pristine white lightening enrapturing the entire Universe; reducing every trace of sin to infinitesimal ash; and rekindling every soul towards the path of freshly untainted optimism, Writing poetry is like an untamed whirlpool reaching its enthralling crescendo; and devouring everything and anything that came in its vicinity; into the flames of its unabashed desire, Writing poetry is like the ebullient scent of virgin mud after showers of unfettered rain; which evoked life of all shapes; sizes and color on the Universe; to sing and dance in the timeless rhythm of a united existence, Writing poetry is like a cathartic revolution for something to happen from the wisps of absolute nothingness; so that every ingredient of 1166

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the besmirched human atmosphere; started to reverberate with the pulsations of companionship, Writing poetry is like the wail of freshly born life; when the cradle of undefeated innocence bonded one and all alike; in a never before celebration of infallible newness, Writing poetry is like the crackling voice of thunder heard at a distance; tingling the corridors of the mind with mystery unprecedented; as cloudbursts of rain fervently advance in their odyssey towards simmering ground, Writing poetry is like freshly formed globules of golden dew being dispersed into a boundless more bits of their kind; with every footstep that voluptuously caresses the blades of sensitive grass, Writing poetry is like dazzling rays of dawn splitting into zillion rays of blessed light; illuminating every conceivable cranny of earth; with the joyously rejoicing power to survive; till destined, Writing poetry is like a promise made and irrefutably adhered to till the end of life; upon the foundations of solidarity; truth; friendship and most importantly the religion of humanity, Writing poetry is like a nightingale humming the sweetest songs of its life; every day a different tune; but with an unhindered intensity which kept proliferating leaps and bounds; till the time it existed, Writing poetry is like an undefeated zealous wave; which rose yet again; victoriously undulating and high towards blue sky; even after being reduced to nothingness- clashing against the merciless grey rocks, Writing poetry is like uninhibitedly dancing upon every chance that life offered; expending every ounce of trapped frustration in the nerve wrecked body; to blend in impregnable oneness with the fathomless atmosphere, Writing poetry is like falling deeper and deeper into the valley of Immortal love; a love which made you feel alive without a grain of food in your body; as it became your sole reason; elixir; direction and adventure to survive….

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