You die; I die

You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

You die; I die

By Nikhil Parekh

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

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:

Poems symbolizing the immortality of love and at times its fickleness. Parekh takes the reader through a paradise naturally embellished with the ingredients of eternal romance and its sporadic failures. As they say life and death are two sides of the coin, similarly with every true anecdote of love there also comes fretful divorce—a thing which has been most sensitively described throughout this great collection of poems for the heart. Written and dipped in each ingredient of his passionate blood, Parekh comes out with startling revelations about the truest of love stories and their failures. Each verse has been delicately intertwined with a boundless aspects of relationships, romance, cheating, betrayal and goes on to prove that Immortal Love towers over every shattered heart. A start to finish with some of the most heart-rendering love poems ever, this makes a great collection for ever true lover breathing and desiring to be loved on earth and beyond. This collection of poems aims at perpetually uniting every heart on this Universe in the spirit of Immortal love and friendship. Because these are the two quintessential ingredients to lead life till its last breath. Irrespective of whatever color, faith or religion, it is only the rainbow of love which can transform the ghastliest monsters and perpetrators of humanity into peaceful lovers. Therefore this book inexhaustibly endeavors to speak and preach the language of love even after its last embossed alphabet.

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YOU’RE MY BREATH…

You’re the answer to all my riddles in life; miraculously healing all my traumatized agonies; with the insatiable magic in your voice, You’re the voice that makes me celestially rest; shrugging all my frazzled vagaries into non-existent wisps of oblivion, You’re a mountain of invincible strength that I needed when I disdainfully collapsed; incessantly inspiring me to add vibrant dimensions to every tomorrow that blissfully unfurls, You’re an incredulous magical wand; that metamorphoses all my staggering impossible’s; into the winds of irrefutably blazing triumph, You’re a cloud of innocent angels; that always made me feel I was that euphorically bouncing child once again; even as I treacherously slipped towards the corridors of extinction, You’re a bountiful paradise of newness; triggering me to indefatigably fantasize all brilliant day; and even while embracing the mists of diabolical midnight, You’re an idol of astoundingly philanthropic benevolence; instilling in me the indispensable ingredients of everlasting mankind, You’re a river of perpetual harmony that cascaded past my window; making me wholesomely bask in the stupendous glory of natures mystical endowment, You’re a bow of astronomical courage; relentlessly transpiring me to unflinchingly fight for my ruthlessly incarcerated tribe, You’re a marvelously glistening shore that harbors all impoverished in your compassionate warmth; teaching me to forever salute the immortal religion of humanity, You’re a fountain of divinely peace; bestowing my famished existence; with pearls of royal wisdom and 5

unconquerable unity, You’re a tantalizing seductress dancing in the aisles of untamed desire; compelling me to take an infinite births; as every minute unveiled into delightfully charismatic light, You’re a rainbow of vivaciously versatile diversity; propelling me to intransigently discover and explore; the unfathomably wonderful beauty of this sacrosanct planet, You’re an Omnipotent flame of never-ending hope; enlightening each aspect of my depravingly sinister existence; with the stupendous optimism of your heavenly stride, You’re a magnanimous reflection of poignant empathy; wonderfully pacifying the devastated rebel in my veins; with the benign smile on your majestic lips, You’re an enigmatic tunnel of unbelievable enthrallment; that never lets me exhaust in my conquest for success; fomenting me to plunge every instant; into the valley of unsurpassable adventure, You’re an epitome of beautifully revered sharing; nourishing each element of my lecherously debilitated existence; with the passion in your godly soul, You’re a township that keeps proliferating into newness all the time; massacring even the most inconspicuous trace of rust; frustration; dilapidation; from my penurious life, Over and above all; you’re the girl whom I have not just simply loved; but an Omniscient messiah who was my breath; my body; my blood; every time God had granted me life on this earth…

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FLAMES BETWEEN THEIR HEARTS…

The flames on ground; died a miserable death with the slightest draught of insipid wind, But the flames between their philandering eyes; rose higher than the majestic skies; even in the most tumultuously overwhelming of rain and storm…. The flames on ground; subsided to wisps of absolute nothingness; at even the tiniest insinuation of flood approaching, But the flames between their passionate chests; transcended well beyond the realms of fascinating eternity; even as the unfathomable battalion of satanic demons; tried to kill them… The flames on ground; tried their best to elude the insurmountably overpowering tornado; squealing like new born mice as they heard the brazen leaves rustle the slightest, But the flames between their voluptuous lips; kissed the ultimate crescendos of untamed liberation; even as the entire planet parasitically sucked blood and lecherously manipulated outside… The flames on ground; soon metamorphosed to frigidly wincing embers; unable to bear the onslaught of leaf and clouds, But the flames between their eternal feet; interlocked themselves into an entrenchment of unsurpassable belonging; even as cloudbursts of uncouth diabolism pelted from realms of hell… The flames on ground; shirked disdainfully into their devastated cocoons; as the horde of whistling wolves trampled them indiscriminately, But the flames between their ardent bellies; transformed all lackadaisical dreariness on this earth into bountiful paradise; even as a mountain of treacherous monsters stabbed them ruthlessly on their necks… The flames on ground; vacillated in ungainly confusion; even before the fireball of Sun could silently slip behind the dolorously languid horizons, But the flames between their ravishingly charismatic 7

palms; united for fathomless more births yet to unveil; even as the murderously conventional society tried to exonerate them with their commercial swords…. The flames on ground; incessantly feared of being washed away by the most infedile of froth; although the ocean was a billion kilometers away, But the flames between their seductively alluring cheeks; tantalized perpetually in the aisles of vibrant desire; even as civilizations collapsed outside; like a pack of soggy cards…. The flames on ground; had absolutely no entity of their own; drifting miserably in the direction that the somber wind took them, But the flames between their fervently reverberating bodies; evolved into the most wonderfully enigmatic morning of tomorrow; even as sky disastrously blended with every cranny of earth outside…. And The flames on ground; sometimes sunk well beneath their ghastly corpse; even before they could moderately rise to their one inch height, But the flames between their immortally throbbing heart; proliferated into boundless more streams of royal love; even as the hideously sinister world came to a veritable end; outside….

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A SINGLE HEARTBEAT OF HERS..

A single smile of hers triggered so much magic; that the entire conglomerate of magicians on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single thought of hers perpetuated so much benevolence; that the entire juggernaut of sagacious philosophers on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single wink of hers propelled so much flirtation; that the entire army of tantalizing seductresses on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single tear of hers engendered so much empathy; that the entire conglomerate of pamperdly wailing children; unitedly failed to evoke, A single sound of hers fomented so much melody; that the entire arena of eclectically talented musicians on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single clap of hers produced so much exhilaration; that the entire zoo of boisterous bees rhapsodically buzzing on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single belief of hers spawned so much harmony; that the entire ocean of baselessly unending religion on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single stare of hers evolved so much concentration; that the entire string of pompously lecherous meditators on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single step of hers generated so much enchantment; that the entire whirlpool of fantasizers on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single swish of hers incinerated so much passion; that the entire battalion of tantalizing dancers on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single shadow of hers instilled so much enigma; that the entire compendium of fairy tales on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, 9

A single nod of hers incited so much assurance; that the entire river of promises lingering on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single sketch of hers inspired so much artistry; that the entire flurry of manipulatively greedy artists on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single ingredient of her blood motivated so much life; that the entire jungle of austere antibiotic and balm on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single cheek of hers stimulated so much enthrallment; that the entire blanket of the mystical valley on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single palm of hers radiated so much compassion; that the entire process of contemporarily fast healing on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single soul of hers fulminated so much yearning; that the entire valley of stupendously charismatic gifts on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single breath of hers spurred so much tenacity; that the entire fortress of doctors; nurses; patriots; on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, And a single heartbeat of hers inflamed so much love in my impoverished life; that the entire meadow of countless opulence; wealth; and belonging on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke….

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ALL I WANTED TO DO…

I didn’t want to gruesomely blind you; ripping apart your eyeballs like ninepins from their fabulously elastic sockets, All I wanted to do was share your astonishingly gorgeous sight; immortally become the stupendously grandiloquent jewel of your eyes…. I didn’t want to ruthlessly massacre your lips; pulverizing their pungent softness to infinitesimal bits of morbidly stinking ash, All I wanted to do was share your splendidly rejuvenating smile; immortally become the compassionate wave that enveloped your lips… I didn’t want to assassinate your mind; disintegrating each element of your fantastically fathomless mind; to pathetically thirsty desert sands, All I wanted to do was share your everlasting ocean of fantasy; immortally become the sacrosanct dream that fulminated tirelessly in your glorious brain… I didn’t want to savagely chop your palms; barbarically decimating your fingers to blend with inconspicuous specks of insipid dust, All I wanted to do was share your immaculately philanthropic benevolence; immortally become the destiny lines of your sacrosanct palms… I didn’t want to diabolically steal the blanket of happiness perpetually lingering in your soul; reduce you to a worthlessly ghoulish ghost hovering around the corpse, All I wanted to do was share the exhilarating cheer deluging your senses; immortally become the benign goodness; besieging every contour of your majestic countenance… I didn’t want to slice your tongue; tyrannically pull out each iota of your mouth to coalesce with rotting junkyards outside, All I wanted to do was share the overwhelmingly insatiable euphoria in your sound; immortally become 11

the ingratiatingly captivating melody of your voice… I didn’t want to treacherously maim you; ruthlessly devastate your heavenly feet to countless fragments of cripplingly orphaned coal, All I wanted to do was share the humanitarian tenacity in your legs; immortally become the path of sagacious righteousness; on which your soles forever tread…. I didn’t want to starve you to unprecedented limits; satanically evicting even the most minuscule iota of food from your robustly titillating stomach, All I wanted to do was share the blossoming newness sprouting enchantingly in your belly; immortally become the poignantly crimson blood that cascaded merrily through your veins…. I didn’t want to pugnaciously pluck your rubicund ears; ferociously bludgeon your daintily dangling lobes to squelch them to disastrously baseless pulp, All I wanted to do was share the marvelously tinkling reverberations that enslaved your inherently embellished ears; immortally become the harmoniously blissful voice that you always heard; all day and stringent night… I didn’t want to lethally poison your heart; gruesomely bombard your impeccably pristine chest to capricious puffs of smoke; and horrifically shattered stone, All I wanted to do was share your passionate inferno of romantically seductive desire; immortally become the glorious love; invincibly incarcerated in each of your turbulently royal beats…

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JUST A SINGLE BEAT….

Just a single word you emanated from your divinely mouth; was enough for me to silence all ghastly terrorism on this planet; with winds of ubiquitous solidarity, Just a single step you marched forward with your immaculately tinkling feet; was enough for me to reach each part of the globe where my comrades in inexplicable pain; really needed me, Just a single smile on your perpetually shimmering lips; was enough for me to magically disseminate the spirit of perennial brotherhood; to all quarters of this gigantic Universe besieged with bizarre suffering and pain, Just a single resolution of your innocuously uninhibited mind; was enough for me to unflinchingly win all acrimonious battles; stand as an invincible fortress; in the way invidiously devastating hatred and malice, Just a single wink of your enigmatically angel eyes; was enough for me to pacify each tyrannically frazzled entity on this planet; with the winds of nostalgically romantic flirtation, Just a single effort of your majestically enamoring countenance; was enough for me to propagate the essence of true perseverance; blossoming into the most wonderful fruits of existence; till far and wide, Just a single dream of your panoramically fantastic mind; was enough for me to trigger those enshrouded with ludicrously gloomy darkness; to fantasize beyond the land of mesmerizing paradise, Just a single caress of your ravishingly voluptuous palms; was enough for me to incinerate flames of untamed passion; even in the heart of the frigidly 13

soggy and saddened lake, Just a single whisper diffusing from your tantalizing tongue; was enough for me to magnanimously flood the complexion of this lackadaisically drab planet; with unending enchantment and delightful excitement, Just a single yearning of your holistically vibrant soul; was enough for me to impregnate countless disparagingly staggering lives; with rays of new found optimism and enthralling hope, Just a single ingredient of your poignantly scarlet blood; was enough for me to infiltrate through the irrevocably pathetic wall of discrimination; unite all those with a philanthropic heart; in the religion of humanity, Just a single stare of your bountifully emphatic eyes; was enough for me to rise with formidable conviction; resiliently face the most disastrously lecherous battles of undulating life, Just a single snore that languidly crept from your symbiotic throat; was enough for me to teach all overwhelmingly overworked corporate tycoons; the art of serene relaxation; which was infact the greatest virtue in today’s insurmountably manipulative times, Just a single tear that dribbled intricately down your rubicund cheeks; was enough for me to diffuse the power of blissful empathy; to all those souls who had devastatingly become dumb to all aspects of poignant humankind, Just a single stroke that you sketched on handsome paper; was enough for me to inundate this monotonously drab planet; with incredulously gorgeous charm; and the unconquerable magic of artistry, Just a single orphan you hoisted on your philanthropic shoulders; was enough for me to wholeheartedly embrace my fellow compatriots in shivering agony; celestially melange with all caste; creed; and tribes; alike, Just a single trace of righteousness in your sacrosanct conscience; was enough for me to indefatigably ring the bells of victory; ensure that even the most diminutive bit of condemnable corruption 14

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was replaced by irrefutable honesty, Just a single breath that descended down piquantly from your nostrils; was enough for me to live for a boundless more lifetimes; replenish and bask in the glory of each moment of wonderfully bestowed life, And just a single beat that fulminated euphorically from your immortal heart; was enough for me to bond each viciously shattered soul with the other; see to it that everlasting love prevailed on each cranny of this earth; each time God wanted it to be born again….

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AFTER MEETING HER…

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my dreams; in the whites of her immaculately sacrosanct eyes; as she glided like a voluptuously euphoric wind; swiping me like a fragrant petal from the complexion of this earth, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my smiles; in the voluptuous contours of her ravishingly rubicund lips; surrendering my impoverished entity wholesomely to her divine senses, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my embarrassment; in the robust pink of her seductively gorgeous cheeks; as I stood awestruck; stupendously fascinated by the glory of her fabulous scent, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my voice; in the realms of her melodiously glorious throat; wholesomely embracing her mesmerizing shadow, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my innocence in her marvelously impeccable eyelashes; blooming in the tantalizing aura that radiated profusely from her skin, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my perceptions in her incredulously fantastic brain; profoundly coalescing with the fountain of excitement that drifted from even the most intricate of her veins, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my strength in her majestically formidable shoulders; which alleviated every fraternity of despicably shivering humanity with indispensable ingredients of philanthropism; in her poignant blood, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my opulence in the magnanimous domains of her benign soul; feeling Omnipotently alive each instant; as I complimented her benevolent stride; step for step, 16

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After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my exhilaration in her enchantingly royal footsteps; as she galloped like a princess through a valley of exuberantly fantastic adventure, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my enigma in her tumultuously throbbing pulse; as she swept like an inscrutably titillating whirlwind; through an entrenchment of ebullient resplendence, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my yearning in her insatiably fervent palms; cuddling her magnetically divine skin till times beyond absolute eternity, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my obsession in her compassionately flaming caress; triggering thunderbolts of unsurpassable desire in my countenance; even in the heart of the drearily impoverished night, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my hunger in the ingratiatingly delectable interiors of her magnificent belly; as she swished like an everlasting seductress; with Omniscient moonlight descending fabulously from blue sky, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my aspirations in the astonishingly animated lines of her palm; as she floated like a wonderful fairy; through the corridors of astronomical solidarity, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my belongings in the unbelievably intriguing melody of her voice; enslaving myself in meek obeisance with the profuse sweetness; that enshrouded her from all sides, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my versatility in her stupendously dexterous fingers; as she articulately molded even the most threadbare of clay into bountiful fields of scintillating paradise, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my righteousness in her irrefutably godly conscience; as she slained herself an infinite times; only to be reborn yet again as the idol of perpetual truth and mankind, 17

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my passion in her piquantly passionate blood; melanging each constituent of my persona with the religion of humanity in her magnanimous grace,

And after meeting her; I immortally forgot my reservoir of unending love in her marvelously ecstatic heart; bonding each beat of my penuriously staggering life; with her celestially cascading romance; which had forever become my breath; forever had become mine and only mine….

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SUDDENLY….

Suddenly my lips blossomed into a celestial smile; overshadowing all the bizarre apprehensions that I was confronted with; just few seconds ago, Suddenly my eyes blended with an unfathomable fountain of dreams; relinquish every iota of gruesome blindness that had uncouthly besieged me since years, Suddenly my hair stood up in ecstatic exhilaration; almost uprooting the scalp as they danced the dance of their lives; without a trace of diminutive wind, Suddenly my blood galloped like infinite tornado’s through my veins; massacring all signs of devastating disease that had so irrevocably enveloped each of my senses, Suddenly my palms started to indefatigably clap; rising with the profoundly exuberant breeze; in their perennial desire to kiss the mystical cocoon of glorious clouds, Suddenly my teeth commenced to relentlessly chatter; and my throat sung the most fabulous song of its enslaved life, Suddenly my ears erupted out of their spell of hopeless deafness; compassionately drifted to even the most infinitesimally exotic sound lingering around, Suddenly my stomach reverberated with insatiable pangs of hunger; resolving to remain famished till eternity; even though I consumed the most appetizing morsels of food on this planet, Suddenly my shadow fluttered in ebullient enthrallment; surreally stretching its realms; beyond the land of seductively gyrating fairies, Suddenly my fingers united to write boundless lines of poetry; sketching the fathomlessly mesmerizing contours of the enigmatic gorge; even though they were brutally paralyzed, 19

Suddenly my neck enchantingly wandered in all directions; frantically searching for that slim ray of unparalleled excitement, Suddenly my feet intransigently galloped through the romantically bountiful meadows; diffusing incomprehensible spurts of enthusiastic energy; on every step they tread, Suddenly my cheeks blushed astoundingly to a volatile crimson; inevitably attracting even the most insipid of dead grass blades; in their splendidly rubicund swirl, Suddenly my skin developed countless royal goose-bumps; tantalizingly experiencing and basking in the glory; of magnificently vacillating weather, Suddenly my pulse raced like a star shooting majestically from gregarious sky; even though I sat cross-legged; in the sullen heart of my ghastly corpse, Suddenly my mind fantasized above the corridors of the incredulously extraordinary; perceiving the most mystically grandiloquent forms of this Universe; even when despondently enshrouded with treacherously deadly tumor, Suddenly my soul united with the Omnipresently divine; and I felt that I had attained godly heaven; for fathomless more births of mine, Suddenly I felt my heart throb passionately for all that was philanthropically beautiful on this earth; immortally bonding its beats with the ultimate soul mate of its dreams, And suddenly I fell in love even before I could shrug the dreariness of the previous night; perpetually embracing the beloved who added optimistic dimensions to my impoverished life; more importantly the girl who made me feel alive beyond my destined time….

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I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE WITH YOU…

In devastating despair leading to absolute hell; as well as a river of perpetual happiness, In treacherous malice charring you to raw ash; as well as a cloud burst of bountifully tantalizing rain, In bizarre winds of acrimonious winter; as well as golden sunshine melodiously bestowing from the silver skies, In gruesomely crippling paralysis; as well as robust exhilaration triumphantly galloping towards the corridors of unparalleled success, I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if it meant blending each element of my countenance; with debilitatingly threadbare soil….

In inexplicable sadness perpetuating doomsday; as well as a celestial reservoir of unflinchingly Herculean strength, In acridly sweltering deserts; as well as oceans of perennial harmony blossoming into a fountain of mesmerizing resplendence, In ghastly blackness enshrouding you from all sides; as well as flamboyantly brilliant light proving a messiah at each step you tread, In moments of lecherously pathetic boredom; as well as profoundly enchanting newness blooming into a festoon of united humankind, I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if the devil uncouthly blinded my eyes; thoroughly maimed me without respite….

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well as a blanket of magically emollient rose strewn astoundingly in the pristine fields outside, In tragically crippling instants which lamented the bereaved; as well as fresh signs of rhapsodically blessed birth, In ludicrously stone dumb silence; as well as the majestically shimmering island of ultimate paradise, In webs of malicious infidelity breaking your heart; as well as torrential thunderbolts of incredulously vivacious desire, I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if cold-blooded avalanches of manipulation; brutally pulverized me like an ant; well before my destined time….

In miserably slithering cocoons of defeat; as well as the summit of the handsome mountains towering well above the voluptuous clouds, In rustically nomadic realms of impoverished illiteracy; as well as the royally embellished throne; marvelously epitomizing the Oriental castle, In profusely famished corridors of the vociferously wailing stomach; as well as fathomless platters of gold inundated with the most magnificent jewels on this planet, In corpses of invidiously flagrant betrayal; as well as winds of immortally passionate heartbeats and love, I will always be there by your side O! Beloved; even if every iota of sky blended with black soil; and every tomorrow died even before the previous night could arise…

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DO YOU KNOW ???

Do you know how much I missed you; unrelentingly fantasizing about you all day; and unsurpassable hours even past the lonely winds of midnight ? Do you know how much I cared for you; incorrigibly following you like a shadow; ensuring that even the tiniest of enemy stayed boundless kilometers; away from your heavenly stride ? Do you know how much I wept for you; those instants when you were enshrouded by thunderbolts of inexplicable pain; when devastating fever capsized each ingredient of your crimson blood ? Do you know how much I reminisced your celestial smiles; drowning myself profusely; in the mesmerizing ocean of your melodiously tinkling laughter ? Do you know how much I revered you; considering you the sole saint of my life; the sole philosophy that I uttered every time I had a chance; to be born once again ? Do you know how much I cherished your memories; intransigently basking in the glory of those times when you whispered in my ears; even as the entire planet treacherously fought outside ? Do you know how much I was obsessively mad about you; making you the only princess; taking complete control over my mind; body and wandering soul ? Do you know how much I dreamt about you; perceiving you in the most grandiloquent forms ever existing; wholesomely oblivious to the manipulative vagaries of the vindictive earth; fighting for breath ? Do you know how much I wanted you every moment; insatiably craving for your tantalizing caress; to erupt like a fireball of untamed compassion; well beyond the realms of blue sky ? 23

Do you know how much I prayed for you; relentlessly asking the Creator to grant you even my quota of eternal happiness; before I eventually took celestial reprieve in your Godly feet ? Do you know how much I envied those flirtatiously invidious people talking to you; clobbered myself to almost a ghastly extinction; each time even when the winds blowing away from you; tried to entice you ? Do you know how much I perennially longed to see your face; the first thing when I woke up at the crack of dawn; sleep like a king with its ravishing titillation; all throughout the uncouthly perilous night ? Do you know how much I liked you; irrefutably shirking every opulently pleasurable in this world; just to savor a single moment by your marvelously benign side ? Do you know how much I praised you; indefatigably erupting into a fountain of adoration for your enamoring countenance; each time I heard your name being called outside ? Do you know how much I fought with the diabolically belligerent society; just to make them understand the wonderfully stupendous artist fulminating in each of your veins; the poignant enigma hidden magnificently in your glorious voice ? Do you know how much I admired your majestic sound; enlightening each arena of my despairing life with its pungent cadence; like a slave liberating from his satanic cage ? Do you know how much I was attracted towards you; drifting like an untamed volcano in every direction you swished; massacring my very entity from this planet; even at the most inconspicuous of your command ? Do you know how much I died without you; extinguishing like a frigidly soggy matchstick into wisps of remote oblivion; every time you left me to slither aimlessly on my own ? 24

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Do you know how much I trembled without you; pathetically devastated at every step I tread; sinking infinite feet beneath my grave; as you disappeared like a miraculous mirage from my sight? And do you know how much I loved you; immortally bonding with your everlasting Universe of vibrant beats ever since my first cry of birth; even though you kicked me nonchalantly away; like a speck of dust from your sacrosanct side?

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THE SUN OF LOVE WAS OURS…

The silence was solely hers; inscrutably lingering in her mesmerizing eyes, The charisma was solely hers; uninhibitedly dribbling from each of her compassionately divine senses, The vivaciousness was solely hers; as she bounced like a princess in the aisles of unprecedented yearning and tantalizing desire, The enigma was solely hers; enshrouding each of her intriguingly voluptuous eyelashes; like golden rain pelting down from the skies, But the chapter of eternal romance was ours; as we bonded our palms together; unflinchingly rising to each blissful occasion of life; with our souls perennially entwined….

The glory was solely hers; as she frolicked like a queen of unparalleled hearts through the seductively shimmering meadows of longing, The charm was solely hers; embellishing each cranny of her stupendously majestic skin; with magnificently royal enthrallment, The fragrance was solely hers; as she diffused the irrefutable scent of humanity; on each oligarchic step that she tread, The intrigue was solely hers; as she blossomed into a gorgeously brilliant pearl of sunshine; even in the heart of the murderously treacherous night, But the perpetually unconquerable understanding was ours; immortalizing the essence of everlastingly flaming existence…

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The smile was solely hers; as she titillated every object in tangible and intangible vicinity; with the tinkling melody in her vibrantly harmonious throat, The innovation was solely hers; as she evolved a fabulously fantastic web of mysterious clairvoyance; with the profuse bewilderment in the whites of her impeccable eyes, The beauty was solely hers; when she gyrated like an ultimate seductress under the marvelously innocuous moonlight; as the enamoring majesty of the night took complete control, The fire was solely hers; as the untamed passion in her tumultuously vibrant breath; instilled new life in the most stinkingly dead, But the mountain of invincibly unshaken belonging was ours; as we trespassed intrepidly past; cataclysmically hideous storms and enlightenment; alike….

The honesty was solely hers; as she massacred even the most miserly trace of evil; with the emphatically candid solidarity in her delectable conscience, The tranquillity was solely hers; as she pacified the most traumatically agonized of my nerves; with the Omnipotent melody in her integrally rhapsodic sound, The grace was solely hers; as every contour of her heavenly visage; resonated with the immaculately perfect scent of life, The empathy was solely hers; as she diffused an unsurpassably indefatigable ocean of compassion; embracing all those devastatingly deprived; in the religion of ubiquitous humanity, But the immortal Sun of love was ours; as we bonded insatiably together for infinite more births to come; proliferating countless of our very own kind….

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Each ear on this gigantically colossal Universe; was bonded by the beautifully vespered essence; of ingratiatingly alluring sound, Each nose on this marvelously fantastic Universe; was bonded by a overwhelmingly poignant whirlpool; of enamoringly evoking scent, Each eye on this fathomlessly mystical Universe; was bonded by a fabulously emphatic ocean; of everlasting empathy, Each lip on this astronomically mystical Universe; was bonded by a voluptuously mesmerizing battlefield; of tantalizing smile, Each stomach on this incomprehensibly eclectic Universe; was bonded by insatiably augmenting pangs; of frenziedly ecstatic hunger, Each palm on this fantastically gorgeous Universe; was bonded by an inexplicably vibrant flurry of; profusely poignant destiny lines, Each bone on this invincibly boundless Universe; was bonded by a formidably integral mountain; of incredulously resilient strength, Each skin on this bountifully endowing Universe; was bonded by a enthrallingly ebullient meadow; of vacillatingly glorious color, Each finger on this ravishingly seductive Universe; was bonded by an intransigently amicable platform; of philanthropic friendship, Each mind on this wonderfully serene Universe; was bonded by an unrelentingly rhapsodic blanket; of euphorically flaming fantasy, Each blood on this eternally harmonious Universe; was bonded by the irrefutably ubiquitous religion; of marvelously benign humanity, 28

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Each shadow on this vivaciously resplendent Universe; was bonded by an enchanting spell; of inexorably unending enigma, Each throat on this celestially endowing Universe; was bonded by a blissfully divine wave; of effusively ardent sound, Each lung on this insurmountably sacred Universe; was bonded by an indispensably exuberant cloud; of passionately embracing wind, Each eyelid on this stupendously tingling Universe; was bonded by a unbelievably flirtatious radiance; of innocuous charm and frolic, Each armpit on this unsurpassably intrepid Universe; was bonded by a perseveringly golden avalanche; of seductively sizzling sweat, Each nostril on this compassionately united Universe; was bonded by a fervent cloudburst; of inevitably vital breath, Each conscience on this vociferously blazing Universe; was bonded by an irrevocable whiff; of perpetual righteousness, Each voice on this perennially spawning Universe; was bonded by an exhilarating inferno; of inscrutably eluding enthrallment, And each heart on this astoundingly Godly Universe; was bonded by immortally unconquerable threads; of ecstatically proliferating love….

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How could I ever feel sad; let even the most minuscule iota of gloom linger insidiously near my sensitive senses ? As my life blossomed into a garden of voluptuously fragrant roses; each time I uttered your sacrosanct name…. How could I ever feel deprived; stumble inexplicably in a land of frustration and parasitically venomous malice ? As my life lit up into a billion candles of optimistic hope; each time I glimpsed your perennially charismatic smiles…. How could I ever feel an insane lunatic; deliriously chasing the maniacal tunnel of nothingness; which led into the ghastly graveyard ? As my life became a playground of mesmerizing fun and frolic; each time I heard the passionate pulsations; of your seductively heavenly voice…. How could I ever feel without an entity of my own; staggering ludicrously in the corridors of abominably orphaned dilapidation ? As my life escalated to the most spectacularly compassionate summits kissing the clouds; each time I sighted you trespassing like a silken angel; through the mystical hills…. How could I ever feel rotting in the aisles of devastating stagnation; not reaching a single milestone; even though I galloped a countless steps ? As my life glowed more blazingly than the Omnipotently golden Sun; each time I stared innocuously into the poignantly rhapsodic empathy; engulfing your enchanting eyes…. How could I ever feel that I was disastrously penurious; with hostile rats circulating in my pant pockets; instead of shimmering currency coin ? As my life culminated into richest treasure on this earth alive; each time I kissed you ardently; on your marvelously everlasting lips…. 30

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How could I ever feel that I was gruesomely blind; with even the most feeble rays of light; irrevocably refraining from entering into my lame eyes ? As my life fulminated into a fountain of invincible happiness; each time your gorgeously tantalizing breath; blended wholesomely with mine…. How could I ever feel that I was an uncouth murderer of mankind; inevitably surviving in a world profusely entrenched with manipulative and mortifying cowardice ? As my life bloomed into an apostle of celestial peace; each time I bonded my wayward senses; with the magnanimous benevolence enshrouding each element of your immaculate countenance…. How could I ever feel aimlessly loitering; without a single target accomplished in the destined tenure of my impoverished life ? As my life basked in the glory of unparalleled success; each time I took divine refuge; in the magnetically alluring shadows of your stupendous feet…. And how could I ever feel kicked barbarically by the monotonously conventional society; for apparently no fault of mine; and simply because I stuttered to coalesce with their lecherous spirit ? As my life spawned into the ultimate PARADISE OF LOVE; each time I let the beats of your immortal heart; enslave me for fathomless times….

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TRUST ME…. Trust me; and I’ll sacrifice each iota of my blood; to witness you enchantingly smile, Trust me; and I’ll bring the resplendent festoon of stars down on earth; to enlighten each cranny of your disastrously impoverished life, Trust me; and I’ll blend all the lecherously heinous with raw bits of threadbare soil; alleviate your turbulently estranged life of its bizarre sadness, Trust me; and I’ll stand like an invincibly towering fortress beside your side; would behead my scalp but ensure that not even the most minuscule of enemy; transgressed against your blissful snores, Trust me; and I’ll help you pass all your horrendously cumbersome examinations; propelling you irrefutably to forever emerge a euphoric winner in life, Trust me; and I’ll inundate your dolorously drab life with rhapsodically everlasting fragrance; bring the most captivating of paradise on your divinely toes, Trust me; and I’ll wholeheartedly donate all my riches to your desolate soul; indefatigably carry you upon my shoulders; till you achieved your ultimate mission in life, Trust me; and I’ll be your best friend for infinite more births of yours yet to unveil; would massacre even the most infinitesimal trace of sadness; before it dared to linger near your persona, Trust me; and I’ll ignite untamed cloudbursts of desire in your pathetically dreary existence; enrich each of your dreadfully frightening nightmares; with optimistic rays of light, Trust me; and I’ll pacify each of your demands with every ingredient compassionately inhabiting my scarlet blood; weeping a countless deaths but never letting you cry, 32

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Trust me; and I’ll sequester you from the most mightiest storm and rain; incessantly walking on a blanket of acrimonious thorns; while you danced in realms of misty sky, Trust me; and I’ll flood your every morning with the heavenly aroma of ebullient happiness; preparing for you the most ravishing meals of your choice, Trust me; and I’ll metamorphose each step you tread on into a mesmerizing cloud of tantalizing satin; becoming your emphatically poignant voice; whenever you felt like collapsing on the ground, Trust me; and I’ll save you from the clutches of the manipulatively drudged society; liberate you from the inscrutably crippling repertoire of your fearful apprehensions, Trust me; and I’ll construct a castle for you on every space you cast your impeccable sight; embellish your queenly countenance with the most majestic jewels; strewn on this boundless planet, Trust me; and I’ll perpetually become your beam of unconquerable hope; everytime you felt you were inevitably stepping into a land of; hopelessly debilitating darkness, Trust me; and I’ll solve the most astoundingly baffling enigmas of your life; perennially see to it that you bounced and blossomed into bountiful radiance; and insatiably enamoring charm, Trust me; and I’ll wash all your inadvertently sins with every element of goodness levitating in atmosphere; make you intransigently float in the ocean of seductively gorgeous fantasy, Trust me; and I’ll transform each of your philanthropic aspirations into a veritable reality; maneuvering you safely towards unprecedented richness; even after I relinquished my last breath and died, Trust me O! Beloved; and I’ll find you the ultimate love of your splendidly divine life; even though it forever meant; ruthlessly eliminating mine…. 33

LOVE STORY…. It was a story of untamed passion; which escalated higher than the skies; as they kissed each other till eternity; with the Sun descending down the obsolete horizons, It was a story of astounding enthrallment; as they stared relentlessly at each other; for centuries immemorial, It was a story of wonderfully surreptitious flirtation; as they gallivanted in brazen exhilaration behind the misty hills, It was a story that profoundly tantalized even the most dreariest of leaves; as they enveloped their bodies in whirlpools of seductive caress, It was a story of immaculate innocence; as they blossomed into merrily tinkling laughter; stupendously intrigued as the tiniest of petals bloomed into happiness, It was a story that captivated even the most uncouthly manipulative in its divine swirl; as they unrelentingly fantasized in a mystical entrenchment of their own, It was a story of ravishing titillation; as they gyrated their compassionate bodies; cataclysmically under the radiantly shimmering moon, It was a story of unparalleled enigma; as they wandered inscrutably through the dense forests; their shadows evading the satanic world outside; like the voluptuously rustling tree leaves, It was a story of benevolent sharing; as they stood unflinchingly like an invincible rock; in times of distress and supreme joy; alike, It was a story of insatiable dreaming; as they wandered in the land of gloriously golden paradise; profusely teasing the grass blades with their 34

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mischievous toes; as they walked, It was a story of irrefutable triumph; as they perpetually coalesced their spirits as one; defying the acrimoniously lecherous society, It was a story of inexorably euphoric melody; as they let their voices drift ecstatically; into handsome cocoons of free sky, It was a story of astronomical faith in the divine; as they endeavored their best to alleviate shivering humanity; wholeheartedly embracing their fellow comrades in pain, It was a story of profound companionship; as they uninhibitedly laughed and cried together; emphatically expressing their most inner most feelings of existence, It was a story of spell binding faith; as they wholesomely massacred even the most inconspicuous element of evil; trying to venomously perpetuate into their blissfully charming relationship, It was a story that diffused respect for all philanthropic; as they gorgeously blended their impeccable souls; with all those benign marching in this world, It was a story of inexplicably evoking vacillations; as they emerged undefeated; wading through a sea of unfathomable adversities; that viciously attacked them from all sides, It was a story that sprung into a perennially new beginning every time you thought that it had ended; as they took birth an infinite times; to live for one another; once again, Most importantly; it was a story that bonded two throbbing hearts in an aura of Omnipotent love; it was a story of their gloriously sacrosanct passion that caused even the mightiest in the heavens to bow down at their feet; it was their IMMORTAL LOVE STORY….

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OCEANS OF LOVE…. A handful of salt to impregnate flavor in my lackadaisical food; relish the most tantalizingly exotic meal of my life; for centuries immemorial, A handful of smiles to enlighten the trajectory of my derogatorily sullen lips; punctuate my lugubriously dreary entrenchment of solitude; with triumphantly ebullient cheer, A handful of empathy to marvelously pacify my treacherously disheveled eyes; inundate their regretfully stony whites with unfathomable charisma and voluptuous charm, A handful of muscle to stupendously refurbish my flailing arms; grant them the sparkling tenacity to exuberantly surge forward with profound gusto of life, A handful of pristine water to gorgeously placate my traumatically agonizing throat; bountifully replenish even the most infinitesimal of my senses with the most ingratiating gift of God, A handful of flirtation to mischievously titillate my monotonously beleaguered soul; handsomely mitigate me of my apprehensions in the chapter of monotonously uncouth life, A handful of blood to astoundingly rejuvenate my pathetically diminishing nerves; trigger even the most lividly devastated arenas of my visage; on a voyage of poignantly crimson fire, A handful of cloth to fantastically embellish my disastrously shriveled body; beautifully instill a wave of amiable compassion in each of my devastatingly debilitating senses, A handful of fragrance to divinely mesmerize my penuriously staggering countenance; metamorphose me forever and ever and ever into a cloud of mystically ravishing paradise, A handful of inebriation to magnificently tranquilize my preposterously rambunctious voice; blend my disdainfully wavering spirit with the rhythmic pulsations of the divine, A handful of resilience to add boundless sparks to my abominably defeated stride; majestically instilling in me the ability to confront the most horrendously acrimonious of impediments that came my side, 36

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A handful of mascara to vibrantly illuminate my dismally drooping eyelashes; perpetuating me to erupt into an unrelenting festoon of fantasy and spell bindingly gracious rhyme, A handful of truth to irrefutably bless my salaciously pulverized conscience; Omnisciently flood its woefully fretting and stagnating dormitories with the mantra of symbiotic existence, A handful of artistry to regally stimulate each deliberately indolent nerve of my nimble demeanor; deluge the fathomlessly barren canvas of my life; with the profusely fascinating essence of blissful existence, A handful of playfulness to celestially unfurl my ruthlessly mature and tyrannical senses; unbelievably bring out the princely child ardently clinging to each element of my passionate countenance, A handful of river for me to royally bathe off the remorseful disease from my lambasted skin; perennially reinvigorate the manipulatively besieged conglomerate of my bones to coalesce with the rudiments of my sacred existence, A handful of sensuousness to miraculously engulf each cranny of my vengeful brain; with an unsurpassable reservoir of enthrallingly euphoric and vivacious fantasy, A handful of breath to Omnipotently enshroud my forlornly extinguishing nostrils; invincibly bestow my lungs with the charismatically ecstatic chapters of undefeated life, But unfathomable oceans of love to Omnipresently liberate my heart; perpetually bond its beats with the winds of procreation; togetherness; mankind; pricelessly immortalizing the meaning of my impoverished life….

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FROM THE TOOTHBRUSH OF…. Bristles of pathetically nonchalant lacklusterness; insidiously disseminated from the toothbrush of invidiously ghoulish boredom, Bristles of morbidly lackadaisical remorsefulness; abhorrently diffused from the toothbrush of desolately forlorn decay and stagnation, Bristles of spell bindingly ravishing enchantment; bountifully emanated from the toothbrush of unsurpassably overwhelming beauty, Bristles of abominably despicable salaciousness; gruesomely wafted from the toothbrush of diabolically lecherous manipulation, Bristles of indiscriminately unending bloodshed; gorily sprouted from the toothbrush of spuriously non-existent and uncouthly biased racialism, Bristles of ubiquitously enamoring fascination; exotically flowered from the toothbrush of the resplendently intoxicating and gracious night, Bristles of unconquerably unparalleled optimism; irrefutably blazed from the toothbrush of the Omnipotently flamboyant and golden Sun, Bristles of insatiably supreme majesty; poignantly bloomed from the toothbrush of uninhibitedly regale and timeless benevolence, Bristles of indefatigably fathomless ecstasy; stupendously cropped up from the toothbrush of vibrantly tantalizing and melanging compassion, Bristles of jubilantly sensuous wholeheartedness; incredulously sprang up from the toothbrush of philanthropically embellished and triumphantly scintillating humanity, Bristles of intrepidly exhilarating fearlessness; sparklingly bounced from the toothbrush of irrevocably unshakable and altruistic patriotism, Bristles of seductively enthralling and rhapsodic fantasy; ebulliently fulminated from the toothbrush of tantalizingly reinvigorating paradise, Bristles of insanely preposterous melancholia; savagely diffused from the toothbrush of heinously treacherous and ominously disparaging crime, Bristles of horrendously inclement despair; coldbloodedly culminated from the toothbrush of lugubriously slithering discontentment, Bristles of barbarically penalizing and dreary stress; perilously oozed from 38

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the toothbrush of bizarrely besieging and satanically crippling monotony, Bristles of disastrously impoverished and measly stink; perniciously blasted from the toothbrush of hideously dictatorial and viciously adulterated politics, Bristles of unbelievably debilitating and orphaned poverty; miserably dispersed from the toothbrush of ignominiously castigating and pugnacious prejudice, Bristles of perpetually everlasting prosperity and happiness; incessantly luminated from the toothbrush of celestially ever-pervading life, Bristles of Omnisciently sacred enlightenment; marvelously radiated from the toothbrush of eternally unassailable and regally glorious truth, And Bristles of immortally sacrosanct and unconquerable love; timelessly spawned from the toothbrush of resplendently throbbing and passionately philanthropic heart….

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VICTORY WAS FOREVER MINE…. Even the most disastrously crippled states of my persona; had in them an overwhelming scent of irrefutably sparkling and mesmerizing victory, Even the most disdainfully beleaguered and despairingly blood shot eyes of mine; had in them an incorrigible flavor of unconquerably fascinating and indefatigably everlasting victory, Even the most horrendously grotesque contours of my lambasted face; had in them a fathomless rainbow of vivaciously enchanting and spell bindingly blazing victory, Even the most disparagingly staggering stride of mine; had in it an unsurpassable entrenchment of patriotically unshakable and scintillating victory, Even the most diminutively tyrannized of voices that emanated from my throat; had in them a bountiful cloud of unbelievably supreme and blistering victory, Even the most swelteringly unrelenting sweat that poured incessantly from my armpits; had in it an unfathomable garden of beautifully resplendent and harmonious victory, Even the most despicably bleeding and gruesomely disintegrated nerves of mine; had in them an unsurpassable path of flamboyantly charismatic and ever-pervading victory, Even the most treacherously mutilated and severed lips of mine; had in them a celestial paradise of stupendously smiling and enchanting victory, Even the most drearily wavering shadows of mine; had in them an Omnipotent Sun of impregnably gratifying and majestic victory, Even the most abominably shrunken and whipped teeth of mine; had in them a tenacious fortress of philanthropically benign and indisputable victory, Even the most rustically bohemian and sordidly chapped feet of mine; had in them a flaming inferno of boundless glittering and timeless victory, Even the most wretchedly torn and wholesomely threadbare pockets of 40

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mine; had in them an unassailable carpet of fabulously silken and priceless victory, Even the most preposterously shaggy and insanely thrashed hair of mine; had in them an jubilant castle of euphorically gorgeous and ingratiating victory, Even the most rickety decaying and pulverized bones of mine; had in them a perennial cloudburst of blissfully reinvigorating and timeless victory, Even the most traumatically besieged brain chords of mine; had in them a perpetual heaven of regally symbiotic and sensuously overpowering victory, Even the most rambunctiously unruly and debilitating musings of mine; had in them a ubiquitous sky of unflinchingly uninhibited and gloriously embellished victory, Even the most timid voices of my severely penalized and wailing conscience; had in them an immutable cavern of truthfully succeeding and royal victory, And even the most torturously asphyxiated and acrimoniously beaten of my dwindling breaths; had in them an Omniscient cosmos of ebulliently Godly and unparalleled victory, As wholesomely irrespective of how the murderously conventional society tried to assassinate each iota of my body; wholesomely irrespective of the unprecedented anguish that every pore of my countenance had to singularly undergo; wholesomely irrespective of the curse of ghoulish death that confronted me on every step that I tread for not adhering to the norms of salacious rigidity, I knew I would be always triumphant; and victory would always be the Omnipresent glint of my eyes; the ecstasy of my stride; as I followed none other than the voices of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever…..

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RELIVING…. Her bountifully sprouting and vividly tiny lips; made me relive all timeless sweetness that I had ever experienced in the tenure of my penuriously holistic life, Her impeccably glistening and mischievously darting eyes; made me relive all irrefutable innocence that I had ever experienced in the expedition of my timidly wavering life, Her innocuously rubicund and minuscule cheeks; made me relive all heavenly freshness that I had ever experienced in the entrenchment of my nimbly trespassing life, Her poignantly pudgy and silken fingers; made me relive all everlasting compassion that I had ever experienced in the adventure of my tantalizingly vacillating life, Her vivaciously princely and marvelous eyelashes; made me relive all regally unending charisma that I had ever experienced in the path of my celestially persevering life, Her Omnisciently diminutive and fragrant belly; made me relive all gregarious royal softness that I had ever experienced in the undulating terrain of my enchantingly vacillating life, Her irrefutably heavenly and inconspicuously flapping ears; made me relive all unfathomable beauty that I had ever experienced in the fabric of my tirelessly fascinating life, Her resplendently sacred and symbiotic feet; made me relive all Samaritan goodness that I had ever experienced in the travails of my mystically unveiling life, Her insurmountably captivating and invincibly immaculate voice; made me relive all blissfully unending melodies that I had ever experienced in the fountain of my astoundingly dexterous life, Her innocently eclectic and poignant frown; made me relive all ingratiatingly boundless humanity that I had ever experienced in the rainbow of my enigmatically unfurling life, Her divinely synergistic and restlessly exploring neck; made me relive all sparkling righteousness that I had ever experienced in the cauldron of my dramatically unfolding life, Her unconquerably sacrosanct and beautifully radiating 42

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forehead; made me relive all wonderfully enchanting fantasies that I had ever experienced in the palette of my panoramically seductive life, Her infinitesimally non-invasive and profusely philanthropic chest; made me relive all impregnably truthful anecdotes that I had ever experienced in the tunnel of my relentlessly surging life, Her gregariously frosty and satiny tongue; made me relive all affably melanging brotherhood that I had ever experienced in the footsteps of my ebulliently enthralling life, Her piquantly chiseled and snow white nose; made me relive all brazenly flamboyant impetuousness that I had ever experienced in the chords of my blisteringly volatile and high strung life, Her unbelievably soft and rampantly uninhibited hair; made me relive all eternally majestic vibrations that I had ever experienced in the centerspread of my unsurpassably sensitive life, Her unequivocally impeccable and victorious conscience; made me relive all unflinchingly spotless moments that I had ever experienced in the arena of my wonderfully exhilarating life, Her perpetually proliferating and Omnipotent breath; made me relive all ecstatically gratifying embellishment that I had ever experienced in the trajectory of my intricately animated life, And her immortally unassailable and godly heart; made me relive all majestically unbreakable love that I had ever experienced in the tirelessly endeavoring journey of my vibrant life…..

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NO UPDATIONS…. The walls of even the most majestic of castle needed updations from time to time; to replenish their disdainfully grisly surface with coats of vivaciously bountiful paint, The bed of even the most sparklingly celestial river needed updations from time to time; to evict it of manmade adulterations and decaying strands of drifting seaweed, The floors of even the most holistic of abodes needed updations from time to time; stringently scrubbing them of the inevitably abominable carpet of dust sprawled around; extricating the blotches of food and oil that might have inadvertently soiled them, The skins of even the most accomplished of sages needed updations from time to time; harmoniously rejuvenating them with spell bindingly princely water and the balms of fragrantly holistic mother nature, The dogs of even the most aristocratically resplendent pedigree needed updations from time to time; stringently innoculating their fleet footed bodies; with contemporary doses of anti-rabies, The edifices harboring even the most ultra modern amenities needed updations from time to time; blissfully refurbishing their quaint infrastructure with the marvels of astoundingly robotic space age, The lips of even the most robust organism needed updations from time to time; embellishing them with the astoundingly gregarious sweetness of Mother Nature and her bountiful fruits divine, The profiles of even the most impregnably blue chip companies needed updations from time to time; dexterously keeping them in meticulous synergy with the tumultuously vacillating market conditions, The soil of even the most bloomingly fecund of gardens needed updations from time to time; enveloping their trajectory with latest seed and fertilizer; to miraculously optimize their sparkling output, The shoes of even the most fathomlessly rich tycoons needed updations from time to time; replacing their sordidly worn out soles; with fresh linings of tenacious rubber and majestic grace, The hair of even the most blissfully amiable entities needed updations from time to time; symbiotically 44

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abnegating them of horrendously savage outgrowths; harmoniously civilizing them with poignant pints of musk oil, The songs of even the most greatest of musicians needed updations from time to time; vibrantly remixing them with an unfathomable reservoir of passionately pulsating beats; and the rhythm of the enchanting night, The photographs of even the most scintillating dimensions needed updations from time to time; placing them into exotically regale albums to enthrallingly capture the moments of beautifully relishing past, The interiors of even the most stupendously conventional cars needed updations from time to time; refurbishing them with ultra-modern gadgets and silken upholstery; to magnanimously enhance the ebulliently exhilarating drive, The ears of even the most perspicaciously wandering organisms needed updations from time to time; explicitly extricating them of obnoxiously unwanted wax and daily debris; ecstatically adorning them with tantalizing earrings and voluptuous vivacity, The armory of even the most accomplished of doctors needed updations from time to time; jubilantly apprising them of latest technology and miraculously blessing research; to metamorphose all traumatically inexplicable pain into a fountain of everlasting happiness, The shirts of even the most impeccably glorious cotton needed updations from time to time; concisely scrubbing them of disdainful blotches and sweat stains; embodying them with an unfathomable myriad of floral design; to celestially enlighten the complexion of the morbidly dreary night, The nostrils of even the most fearlessly philandering organisms needed updations from time to time; poignantly deluging them with fountains of euphorically revitalizing breath; from all sides, And if there was one thing on this Universe that didn’t need the most minuscule of updation; it was irrefutably the immortally palpitating heart; as its beats continued to perpetually love with the same intensity; even after it had entered its mortal grave…..

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THEIR KISS WAS UNBREAKABLE… Be it the most thunderous of maelstroms; with unrelentingly unstoppable winds swiping past them at truculently tumultuous speeds, Be it the most ominously sinister conglomerate of snakes; viciously tightening their stranglehold upon their impeccably beautiful necks, Be it the most diabolically insane wave of lunatism; that insidiously crept towards their profusely poignant and interlocked entities, Be it the most overpowering of thunderously cacophonic sound; that obnoxiously wanted to drown even the most infinitesimal of sound; in their handsomely celestial vicinity, Be it the most horrendously asphyxiating of stench; lethally poisoning the blissful atmosphere enveloping their compassionately benign senses, Be it the most perilously pernicious of bizarre darkness; abhorrently trying to abnegate their heavenly embrace; from its very formidably unassailable roots, Be it the most unfathomably deep and preposterously treacherous waters; heinously trying to stifle the last iota of their resplendent breath; by satanically drowning them towards the threadbare rock bottom, Be it the most ghoulishly insipid of spirits incessantly hovering around their innocuous persona; vindictively yearning to ruthlessly snap the fangs of their ardently flaming love, Be it the most ferociously cold-blooded lions surreptitiously sauntering by their holistic side; fervently anticipating their opportunity; to salaciously slit their throats into an infinite pieces, Be it the most torrentially intransigent cloudbursts of ballistic lightening; insurmountably desiring to electrocute their timeless souls; into inconspicuously unrecognizable ash, Be it the most hostile superpowers of this boundless unsurpassable Universe; relentlessly raining bombs in indiscriminate tandem; upon their immaculately melanging bodies, Be it the most raunchily bawdy seductresses; sleazily gyrating around their visage’s; venomously enduring their best to drift their spell of intractable 46

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concentration, Be it the most remorsefully morbid fleet of bellicose arrows; darting at devilish velocities towards their impeccably harmonious bodies; to uncouthly stab their divinely sparkling flesh, Be it the most fiercely inclement blanket of thorns; stealthily waiting to bleed them towards an irrefutably ghastly death; the instant they alighted even the most capriciously fleeting sole of their nimble foot, Be it the most lecherously lambasting of conventional society; using every iota of their Herculean strength to disintegrate their romantic sensuousness forever and ever and ever; from the trajectory of this resplendently embellished earth, Be it the most gigantically towering of mountain tips; trying to unsparingly overwhelm every bit of gregariously scintillating empathy between their skins; with raw unprecedented power and impregnably superior force, Be it the most dolorously dwindling dungeons of betrayal; demonically waiting to capsize their eternal friendship; in webs of nonchalantly nondescript nothingness, Be it the most gory chapters of satanic bloodshed and death; blatantly lingering around their seductively enthralling and ebulliently dancing chests, And come what may; even as fathomless landscapes of blue sky mercilessly blended with cocoons of ravishing soil; even as the manipulatively commercial demon abominably overpowered all truth; even as the entire world outside greedily swooned under the scent of currency coil; their kiss grew rose more passionately towards the divine with every unfurling instant; their kiss was immortally unbreakable….

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WORKING WONDERS The exuberantly rustling whirlpools of breeze; worked stupendously miraculous wonders for the drearily morose and lugubriously fretful tree, The torrentially tumbling blankets of ecstatic rain; worked unbelievably miraculous wonders for the hoarsely traumatized landscapes of aridly sweltering land, The bountiful ocean of resplendent scent emanating from the scarlet rose; worked unfathomably miraculous wonders for the remorsefully forlorn atmosphere, The meticulously synchronized tick-tocking of the timeless clock; worked irrevocably miraculous wonders for the invidiously sluggish and laggardly lazing, The ferociously blazing rays of the Omnipotent Sun; worked unprecedentedly miraculous wonders for the disgustingly rotting and perniciously sinister graveyard, The rhythmical jingling of the innocuously shimmering bells; worked astonishingly miraculous wonders for the indefatigably wailing and disconcertingly skittish child, The melodiously everlasting sounds of the royally crested nightingale; worked gloriously miraculously wonders for the manipulatively besieged and bizarrely monotonous corporate buffoon, The entrenchment of celestially immaculate peace; worked timelessly miraculous wonders for the irrefutably pious and unrelentingly meditating saint, The compassionate arms of perpetually amiable friendship; worked spell bindingly miraculous wonders for all those torturously orphaned from the very first cry of vivacious birth, The dexterously crafted canes of poignant red and nimble white; worked incomprehensibly miraculous wonders for the blind men crossing the boisterously rambunctious and foolhardy street, The ravishingly appetizing meals of salubriously gratifying corn; worked unconquerably miraculous wonders for the traumatically impoverished and frantically trembling stomach, The insurmountable titillation of the nubile seductress’s footsteps; worked marvelously miraculous wonders for the man deliberately trying to dig his own corpse and without the most infinitesimal trace of 48

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euphoria for vibrant life, The harmoniously sacrosanct lap of the divinely mother; worked unassailably miraculous wonders for the freshly born and ebulliently frolicking child, The poignantly profuse body of the fragrant photograph; worked impregnably miraculous wonders for the brutally devastated soul; which had nothing but Omnisciently gregarious memories to survive on, The sordidly decaying crevices of the morbidly disappearing gutter; worked sensuously miraculous wonders for mountain of abominably horrific and menacingly stray parasites, The dolorously sullen waters of the ghoulishly stagnating pond; worked bountifully miraculous wonders for the vividly enamoring and iridescently blooming lotus flower, The waves of unflinchingly embellished righteousness; worked triumphantly miraculous wonders for the indiscriminately massacred and salaciously smoldering conscience, The infernos of Omnipresently spawning and charismatic breath; worked ubiquitously miraculous wonders for all those innocent and diabolically whipped; at their very last thresholds of abdicating existence, And the immortally bonding rainbows of unshakable love; worked perpetually miraculous wonders for the salaciously betrayed and a heart throbbing sadly without its pair of priceless beats…

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NEVER EVER BEFORE…. She might be disastrously penurious; treacherously begging with her bizarrely mutilated palms on the solitary streets, But the whites of her impeccably godly eyes; harbored such vibrantly unending compassion for my diminutive persona; that was never ever witnessed on this gigantic earth before…. She might be tyrannically deprived; haplessly slithering on ruthlessly cold ground without even the most inconspicuous stroke of wonderful fortune, But the contours of her magnanimously bountiful lips; harbored such ebullient jubilation for my resiliently advancing footsteps; that was never ever witnessed on this fathomless earth before…. She might be horrendously maimed; gruesomely victimized by unscrupulously torturous elements of the acrimoniously conventional society, But the resplendent festoon of her seductively enamoring eyelashes; harbored such irrefutably unshakable empathy for my wavering soul; that was never ever witnessed on this boundless earth before…. She might be appallingly blinded since the very first cry of her birth; pathetically tip-toeing at every juncture of life; at times horrifically staggering to coalesce with threadbare mud, But the miraculously unflinching chords of her voice; harbored such impregnable conviction for my unconventionally righteous deeds; that was never ever witnessed on this limitless earth before… She might be disdainfully timid; a merely insipid caricature of mercurially minuscule bones; as she sadly stuttered at even the most inconspicuous draught of wind, But the Omnisciently immaculate streams of blood in her body; harbored such affection for even the most evanescent of my shadow; that was never ever witnessed on this gargantuan earth before…. She might be more blacker than abominably sooty charcoal in complexion; with every quarter of the turgidly lambasting society; spitting on her in sardonic nonchalance, 50

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THE HEART AND THE MANNEQUINS…. Mannequins of idiosyncratically insipid nothingness; to relentlessly satiate the minds of all those insanely purposeless and pathetically lunatic, Mannequins of salaciously unending treachery; to insatiably titillate the appetites of all those; uncouthly besieged in the graveyards of bizarrely unforgivable manipulation, Mannequins of sordidly lecherous dust; to intransigently appease the gluttony of all those; lackadaisically slithering in the aisles of nonchalantly debilitating boredom, Mannequins of ludicrously collapsing and frigid matchsticks; to sleazily placate the souls of all those; abhorrently prejudiced in the ruthlessly parasitic shackles of greed, Mannequins of fecklessly worthless and ungainly insomnia; to intractably titillate the eyes of all those; devilishly slandering and massacring; without the most infinitesimal of purpose in vibrant life, Mannequins of cheaply glittering corruption; to surreptitiously trigger the bloodstream’s of all those; tyrannically beheading to catapult to the zenith of baseless power and prosperity, Mannequins of forlornly fretful obsolescence; to incorrigibly pamper the footsteps of all those; deliberating inflicting torturous pain on self and everlasting humanity, Mannequins of satanically decaying blood; to demonishly charm the senses of all those; indiscriminately trampling the trajectory of mother earth; with unsurpassably obnoxious drudgery, Mannequins of blatantly discordant and heinous lies; to dogmatically pump the silhouettes of all those; regretfully incarcerated in whirlwinds of abominably abashing cowardice, Mannequins of egregiously stony silence; to irretrievably pacify the visages of all those; wasting every unfurling moment of their lives; disconcertingly smarting in the gutters of wastrel neglect, Mannequins of diabolically perverted and pugnacious stink; to irrefutably tranquilize the tongues of all those; barbarically wanting to gobble immaculately truthful skin, 52

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Mannequins of savagely lambasting and cacophonic abuse; to truculently please the skins of all those; drifting the spell bindingly fathomless Universe into the corpse of murderously threadbare politics, Mannequins of penalizingly mocking laughter; to irrevocably stimulate the cells of all those; trying to invidiously infiltrate into the web of ingratiatingly celestial peace and unflinching solidarity, Mannequins of traumatically desensitizing death; to disparagingly inebriate the persona’s of all those; wholesomely indifferent to the magnanimously blissful proceedings of this enthralling planet, Mannequins of disastrously impoverished and gory skeletons; to unrelentingly enlighten the bodies of all those; horrifically unbelieving in the chapters of vivaciously mesmerizing existence, Mannequins of inexplicably salacious and unprecedented starvation; to inexorably please the spirits of all those; ghoulishly entangled in webs of insidiousness; without a mind; body or soul, Mannequins of acrimoniously sinister darkness; to indefatigably gratify the ego’s of all those; sinking deeper and deeper into the preposterously ghastly crematorium of hideous crime, Mannequins of lugubriously indolent non-existence; to incessantly cajole the nerves of all those; who cursed even the most bountifully resplendent beauty of God; from their very first cry, But an unassailable garden of love; love and only sensuously timeless love; to perennially immortalize the heartbeats of all those; uninhibitedly wanting to wander in a world of freedom; uninhibitedly wanting to breathe forever in a world of philanthropically unending togetherness….

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I AM ONLY; MY HEART’S SLAVE… I might not earn even an infinitesimal penny in the entire of my lifetime; discordantly wailing on the preposterously penurious streets, I might get ruthlessly kicked at every quarter of the acridly conventional society; for paving an irrefutably sparkling path of my very own, I might disdainfully stumble on every step that I tread; staggering in the aisles of remorseful nothingness as I valiantly followed the path of irrefutably philanthropic righteousness, I might not savor even the most inconspicuous of accolade throughout the tenure of my entire life; being brutally squelched into my grave by the tyrannically thwarted world, Come what may; but I will still keep solely following the inner most tunes of my heart; forever remain a slave of its invincibly mesmerizing and timeless beats; do exactly what it says…… 1….. I might treacherously lose even the most capricious iota of my voice; torturously overpowered by the uncouth globe from all sides, I might get unsparingly maimed for the remainder of my life; as the rampantly marauding devils; snapped the fangs of my existence even before I could emanate my first breath, I might spend every unfurling second of the day in gruesomely morbid darkness; as the parasites of hell invidiously gouged my eyes; for ostensibly no fault of mine, I might find myself incarcerated behind the diabolically sordid prison bars; as all superpowers of the earth incarcerated me for not blending with corridors of spurious ostentation and manipulative malice, Come what may; but I will still keep solely following the inner most tunes of my heart; forever remain a slave of its poignantly seductive and unconquerable beats; do exactly what it says…. 2…. I might pathetically coalesce with ominously threadbare dust for times immemorial; dissipating into an infinite fragments as the planet outside massacred me left; right and sensitive center, 54

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I might disappear forever into realms of nonchalantly lackadaisical oblivion; as elements of the barbarically ostracizing society didn’t tolerate the waves of uninhibited freedom; perpetually enshrouding my soul, I might have to devour savagely coldblooded stones for each of my meals; as the planet preferred to give even the most fetid leftovers of their food; to the dogs in the street instead, I might inadvertently cause anguish to all around me; as they couldn’t bear to see an organism not blending with their barrels of sleazy wine and pompously pretentious cigar smoke, Come what may; but I will still keep solely following the inner most tunes of my heart; forever remain a slave of its triumphantly exhilarating and godly beats; do exactly what it says…. 3…. I might confront boundless wars of gory prejudice; with the entire world outside endeavoring their best to horrifically pulverize even the most non-existent bone of my nimble spine, I might not even get a place to sequester my scalp in the heart of freezing midnight; with every conceivable dwelling on this fathomless earth; scornfully thrusting the door in my solitary face, I might find myself deeper and deeper into my coffin as the minutes unveiled; with even the most intricate of my veins truculently ripped apart by watchdogs of the whipping society, I might waft the last breath of my destined life; with my pockets harboring nothing else but unparalleled love; worthless dust and indescribable poverty, Come what may; but I will still keep solely following the inner most tunes of my heart; forever remain a slave of its tantalizingly fascinating and immortal beats; do exactly what it says….

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LET IMMORTAL LOVE FOREVER STAY…. Let majestically glistening sands forever stay; only in the regally colossal and timelessly sweltering deserts, Let enigmatic whispers forever stay; only in the mystically reverberating and sensuously enchanting forests, Let vivacious rainbows forever stay; only in the center of the fathomlessly resplendent and tantalizingly dazzling sky, Let unblemished innocence forever stay; only in the impeccably divine and exuberant eyes of the righteous child, Let voluptuous seduction forever stay; only in the lap of the marvelously titillating and ravishingly enchanting night, Let embarrassing embellishment forever stay; only in the stupendously enthralling eyelashes of the freshly adorned and nervously nimble bride, Let vibrant boisterousness forever stay; only in the fleet footed visage of the wonderfully frolicking and poignantly delectable squirrel, Let streaks of thunderous lightening forever stay; only in the unfathomably crimson conglomerate of ferociously clashing and rhapsodic clouds, Let whirlpools of fascinating seduction forever stay; only in the charismatically blooming bosom of a gloriously nubile and alluring maiden, Let ingratiating melody forever stay; only in the scarlet crested throat of the magnificently bountiful and everlastingly resplendent nightingale, Let iridescently twinkling stars forever stay; only in the boundlessly silken and astoundingly placating cosmos, Let stupendously enthralling fragrance forever stay; only in the gorgeously blossoming petals; of the harmoniously sprouting and ebullient rose, Let unprecedented euphoria forever stay; only in the beautifully spawning and Omnisciently blessing body of the piquantly salubrious seed, Let blazing immortality forever stay; only in the unflinchingly intrepid chest of the patriotically heroic and selflessly benign soldier, Let philanthropic humanity forever stay; only in the 56

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fabric of eternally replenishing and perpetually melanging mankind, Let celestial equanimity forever stay; only in the winds of serenely endowing and incredulously placating evening, Let innocuous mischief forever stay; only on the inimitable face of the fabulously frolicking and astonishingly dexterous monkey, Let unparalleled Omnipotence forever stay; only in the holistically sacrosanct and impregnable womb of the Godly mother, Let spell binding sensuousness forever stay; only in the magnetic fireballs of uninhibitedly royal and unending passionate breath, And let immortal love forever stay O! Almighty Lord; only in the unassailable beats of the invincibly palpitating and unconquerably ecstatic heart…….

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THE ONLY KISS…. Benign was the rhythm of eternal mankind; Omnipotently diffusing the fragrance of unflinching solidarity; for times immemorial, Melodious was the rhythm of the dainty waterfall; disseminating into an island of unbelievably rhapsodic froth; every unfurling instant of the day, Omniscient was the rhythm of the flamboyantly blistering Sun; filtering a path of vibrant optimism; through the life of even the most derogatorily shivering organism alive, Cacophonic was the rhythm of the discordantly croaking frogs; perniciously infiltrating the blissful atmosphere; with an ominous web of disparagingly dissatisfied sounds, Impoverished was the rhythm of the treacherously coldblooded devils; savagely massacring holistic civilizations; to spuriously satiate their tastebuds with innocuously sacred blood, Ruthless was the rhythm of the unsparingly slicing knife; uncouthly excoriating even the most immaculate of entities; to insidiously gleam well past the heart of devilish midnight, Ingratiating was the rhythm of the stupendously redolent flower; blossoming into a festoon of marvelously exotic scent; every unleashing minute under perennially golden sunshine, Ubiquitous was the rhythm of gloriously altruistic humanity; unassailably bonding every human irrespective of caste; creed or worthless color; in the stream of compassionate sharing; charismatically alike, Phlegmatic was the rhythm of the reticently pot-bellied tortoise; languidly feasting under the profoundly enchanting rays of Sun; blissfully snoozing under its obdurate shell; even in the most horrendously vicious of maelstroms, Rebellious was the rhythm of the brutally incarcerated scorpion; venomously swirling its tail in infinite circles; to whomsoever who dared glimpse its gruesomely tyrannized form, Enigmatic was the rhythm of the flirtatiously dancing spider; interweaving a tale of majestic artistry; 58

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criscrossing through a paradise of boundless silk and sheen, Blazing was the rhythm of the patriotically intrepid soldier; fearlessly embarking upon a mission to relinquish even the very last iota of his breath; for the sake of his magnificently sacrosanct motherland, Garrulous was the rhythm of the indefatigably chattering monkey; rambunctiously perpetuating tranquil carpets of the resplendent forests; with an unfathomable valley of vivacious sounds, Shrewd was the rhythm of the manipulative tycoon; who hideously weaved a trail of artificially sardonic sweetness round all his employees; to eventually extricate the maximum of his bombastic choice, Panoramic was the rhythm of the vividly whistling clouds; euphorically surging forward to jubilantly bask in the glory; of unprecedentedly satiny timelessness, Impeccable was the rhythm of the freshly born child; divinely replenishing even the most sordidly shattered of hearts; with the Omnipresent mantra of vibrantly titillating life, Tantalizing was the rhythm of the chirpily nubile maiden; culminating into a downpour of torrentially everlasting sensuousness; on every nimble step that she sacredly tread, Perpetual was the rhythm of fabulously fecund breath; astoundingly spawning a township of ever-pervading newness; in each cranny of the earth that it magically spread, Irrefutable was the rhythm of unequivocally Godly truth; pioneering a Universe of unending prosperity; in the soul of whomsoever who unflinchingly harbored it, Passionate was the rhythm of the unconquerable thundering heart; fulminating into a sky of amiable togetherness more vociferously; as the day sped into the regally iridescent night, And immortal was the rhythm of symbiotically melanging love; existing as the most priceless flame of life; existing as the only kiss that could invincibly kick death forever away….

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SEARCHING TRUE LOVE…. There were infinite on this boundless Universe; who intransigently searched for fugitive gold; insatiably wanting to replenish even the whites of their eye with the spuriously glittering biscuit, There were infinite on this colossal Universe; who tirelessly searched for tantalizing beauty; tumultuously wanting to embrace every voluptuous vixen on this earth; in their murderously uncouth grip, There were infinite on this gregarious Universe; who relentlessly searched for uninhibited freedom; irrevocably wanting to blend the innermost of their senses with all vivaciously enchanting titillation in the atmosphere, There were infinite on this boundless Universe; who unendingly searched for opulent wine; barbarically wanting to deluge every bit of their disastrously impoverished persona; with the avarice of inebriation all day and night, While my treacherously betrayed heart; perennially searched for true love; unsurpassably wanting to melange every iota of my despairingly dying senses with the magic of heavenly relationship….. 1…. There were infinite on this unconquerable Universe; who incorrigibly searched for bizarre manipulation; insidiously wanting to extract the optimum they could from the earth; in the tenure of their truncated lives, There were infinite on this aristocratic Universe; who dogmatically searched for uncouth crime; salaciously wanting to reach the epitome of unprecedented prosperity; by brutal massacre and beheading tribes, There were infinite on this enamoring Universe; who irretrievably searched for ravishing fragrance; limitlessly wanting to incarcerate every element of stupendous intoxication; impregnably inside their chest, There were infinite on this charismatic Universe; who frantically searched for sleazy entertainment; ethereally wanting to titillate their morbidly withering skin with the reverberations of; gaudily embellished skin, While my forlornly fretting heart; perpetually searched for true love; irrefutably wanting to bond 60

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with the essence of sparkling truth; irrefutably wanting to be the beats of rhythm divine….. 2…. There were infinite on this princely Universe; who unrelentingly searched for mind-boggling enigmas; unequivocally wanting to deluge their ingenious minds into an untamed flurry of rhapsodic activity, There were infinite on this gargantuan Universe; who traumatically searched for negativity; insanely wanting to lambaste all innocuous civilization; with the devil hovering ghoulishly in their soul, There were infinite on this benign Universe; who holistically searched for symbiotic proliferation; vehemently wanting to mate with the partner of their choice; to handsomely bequeath a civilization of ebullient freshness even after their veritable death, There were infinite on this vivacious Universe; who Omnisciently searched for mesmerizing peace; intractably wanting to enshroud every aspect of their truculently traumatic survival; with bountifully benevolent solidarity, While my invidiously thwarted heart; indefatigably searched for true love; miraculously wanting to coalesce with the fabric of eternal goodness; with the spirit of timelessly invincible mankind…. 3…. There were infinite on this synergistic Universe; who ungainly searched for savagely raw power; pruriently wanting to manipulate the lives of countless innocent; with whiplashes of domineeringly threadbare force, There were infinite on this mammoth Universe; who satanically searched for appetizing mutton; uncontrollably wanting to placate their taste buds with palpably bloody meat and immaculate flesh, There were infinite on this Omnipotent Universe; who voluptuously searched for grandiloquent artistry; endlessly wanting to paint the canvas of their existence; with the victoriously gorgeous colors of God’s creation, There were infinite on this unsurpassable Universe; who exhaustively searched for sagacious wisdom; pragmatically wanting to implement all principles of revitalizing life; in each hour of their progressing survival, While my unsparingly whipped heart; humbly searched for true love; unprecedentedly wanting to accept it as the most Omnipresent panacea to lead this; and a countless more spell binding lifetimes…. 61

A SINGLE BEAT…. Just a single smile of her delectably diminutive lips; the heavenly way in which she unveiled those wonderfully impeccable contours, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all traumatically manipulative agony of this planet; the tyrannically lambasting devil who coldbloodedly corrupted the civilization; left; right and full center…. Just a single wink of her marvelously majestic eyelashes; the immaculately celestial empathy that poignantly reflected from them; all sweltering day and enchanting night, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all brutally salacious lechery on this boundless planet; the terrorizing web of bizarre manipulation; which truculently asphyxiated from all sides…. Just a single wave of her immaculately waving palms; that ingratiatingly diminutive fist of hers which she effusively punched through euphoric air, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all morbidly remorseful sadness on this fathomless planet; the diabolically agonizing dungeons of disparaging boredom; which despicably crippled one and all; insidiously alike…. Just a single twinkle of her divinely minuscule feet; the trail of unsurpassably bountiful innocence that she left behind on every step that she holistically tread, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all pugnaciously menacing massacre on this colossal planet; the savage avalanche of blood that barbarically besieged every element of benign goodness in the world outside….. Just a single nod of her infinitesimally sacrosanct forehead; the vivaciously triumphant festoon of ebullience that she diffused; robustly frolicking her pudgy neck, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all acrimoniously penalizing treachery on this gigantic planet; the invidious stem of ominously derogatory lies that had embedded its nails profoundly; into the fabric of the spell binding society….. 62

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Just a single blush of her regally charismatic cheeks; the tinge of profusely exuberant scarlet that encapsulated her tiny visage from all sides, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all dolorously decaying despair on this gargantuan planet; the winds of insanely maniacal solitude that gruesomely proliferated; without the slightest of sagacious consent….. Just a single flap of her magically miraculous ears; the inconspicuously Omnipotent lobes of sparkling freshness that dangled from her face, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all vindictive staleness on this endless planet; the pathetically slithering corpse of hideously surreptitious avarice and greed…. Just a single breath of her ubiquitously godly nose; the stupendously Omniscient fireball of vibrant life that it generated; with every mercurial puff of air that it symbiotically exhaled, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all horrendously slandering pain on this unfathomable planet; the riotous abuse of mankind by disdainfully abominable powerhouses of dictatorial greed….. And just a single beat of her Omnipresently unassailable heart; those royally humanitarian reverberations so pricelessly sparkling with timelessly unflinching life, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all ghoulishly perilous death on this perpetual planet; the graveyard of extinction that inevitably snapped the fangs of blissfully enamoring life….

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LOVE IS… Love is that eternally compassionate fire which never subsides; unrelentingly triggering untamed fireballs of insatiable desire; in every caste; creed; and religion; thunderously alike, Love is that voluptuously silken sky which never ends; torrentially pelting its droplets of divine brotherhood; upon even the most infinitesimally remote cranny of beleaguered earth, Love is that timelessly priceless flower which never withers; ubiquitously wafting its scent of perpetually invincible harmony; to the most fathomless parts of this gigantically mesmerizing planet, Love is that marvelously melodious bird which never plummets; perennially soaring through the clouds of grandiloquently majestic empathy; blessing all those tyrannically deprived; for centuries immemorial, Love is that unassailably towering mountain which never crumbles; intrepidly annihilating even the most minuscule trace of sinister evil; entrenching all those with an impeccable soul in the mists of enchanting symbiosis, Love is that robustly enamoring fruit which never decays; magnificently placating the traumatized agony of the entire earth; with its seeds of celestially unending procreation, Love is that tantalizingly heavenly shadow which never fades; astoundingly weaving a web of spell binding enigma; upon all those brutally asphyxiated with a miserably monotonous and manipulative life, Love is that royally aristocratic feather which never deteriorates; metamorphosing your dreary caricature into one besieged with rhapsodic delight; perennially placing you in clouds above the island of titillating paradise, Love is that impregnably philanthropic fortress which never falls; sequestering all those savagely lambasted in its Omnipotent belly; irrefutably waving the flag of mesmerizing mankind; for infinite more births to unveil, Love is that wonderfully seductive whisper which never vanishes; fabulously instilling in you the beautifully eclectic art of sharing; intransigently teaching you to respect and adore; all impeccably existing living 64

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kind, Love is that Omnisciently royal angel which never wrongs; blissfully bequeathing the carpet of benign goodness; upon all those with a will to tranquilly and synergistically survive, Love is that amicably blossoming light which never extinguishes; perpetuating every dwelling stagnating in horrifically ghastly doom and misery; with the rays of optimistically Omnipotent hope, Love is that resplendently fascinating sparkle which never dulls; candidly portraying to you your innermost self; bestowing the ominously prejudiced parts of your conscience; with the magical rainbow of divine righteousness, Love is that flamboyantly brilliant Sun which never sets; unfathomably blazing a path of radiant courage and everlasting bloom; upon all those disastrously dwindling towards lackadaisical despair, Love is that enchantingly vibrant fantasy which never finishes; abundantly granting all those despicably orphaned an egalitarian right to holistically survive; incinerating a blaze of ardent innovation; even in the heart of the sordidly deadened night, Love is that unshakably patriotic soldier which never staggers; forever glittering like the God’s in the sky in the spirit of proliferating newness; veritably ensuring that life spawned gorgeously; on every advancing footstep, Love is that poignantly crimson blood which never discriminates; blending every single organism across this boundlessly gregarious planet; in the threads of ever pervading humanity, Love is that sensuously passionate breath which never dies; brilliantly evolving the most benevolently formidable of lives; unconquerably ensuring that every immaculate organism bonded with the; Omnipresently divine, And love is that ardently throbbing heart which never stops; immortally uniting all those with a fervent will to live and let live; in an ocean of gratifying togetherness; in a garland of the fragrant divine….

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YOU DIE; I DIE… You sleep; I sleep; as we replenished our dreary bodies with astoundingly rejuvenating sleep; harmoniously together, You eat; I eat; as we consumed ravishing food to magnificently appease the tumultuous pangs of hunger in our famished stomachs; symbiotically together, You paint; I paint; as we sketched the marvelous glory of this mesmerizing planet on the canvas of our impeccable souls; perpetually together, You dance; I dance; as we gyrated our persona uninhibitedly under the resplendently milky moonlight; ecstatically swaying to the beats of the seductive night; eternally together, You smile; I smile; as we rhapsodically rejoiced each moment bequeathed upon us by the Almighty Lord; romantically together, You adventure; I adventure; as we embarked on the most enthusiastically daunting expeditions of our life; embellishing ourselves with all tranquil treasures of Mother Nature; amicably together, You shout; I shout; as we sporadically lost our impeccable equilibrium to the fallacies of the human mind; fought on trivial little things only to find ourselves deeper in love; boisterously together, You cry; I cry; as we commiserated with each other’s agonies; tenaciously confronted each sorrow with our palms intermingled in a fortress of solidarity; understandingly together, You lose; I lose; as we momentarily camouflaged our heads in the cistern of shame; after valiantly endeavoring our best to conquer our goals; synergistically together, You win; I win; as we saluted the deity of Omnipresent Lord in fathomless sky; kissed the soil on ground for being our intransigent inspiration; patriotically together, You flirt; I flirt; as we surreptitiously philandered in the meadows of insatiably untamed desire for times immemorial; mischievously winking as the Sun set behind the horizons; ebulliently together, You gallop; I gallop; as we gushed forward to embrace the winds of intrepid intrigue; mystically unwind ourselves to discover an entrenchment of perpetually flowering beauty; euphorically together, 66

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You sing; I sing; as we melodiously unfurled the chords of our throat to pacify all bereaved humanity and kin; philanthropically together, You fantasize; I fantasize; as we dreamt of infinite vibrantly optimistic tomorrows and blissfully fragrant civilizations; benevolently together, You bleed; I bleed; as we trespassed on the inevitable thorns of inexplicably inscrutable life; unflinchingly together, You speak; I speak; as we emanated the most impregnably glittering voice of humanity alongwith our patriotic comrades; perennially together, You fret; I fret; as we painstakingly crawled through all those lugubriously empty and nonchalant moments of existence; unassailably together, You hear; I hear; as we unfurled the closed wall of our ears to discern every sound in the spellbindingly titillating atmosphere; congenially together, You falter; I falter; as we ludicrously stumbled every now and then upon obdurately cold ground; majestically portraying that we were none other than just humans; gorgeously together, You sweat; I sweat; as we unrelentingly persevered under the austerely golden rays of the midday Sun; harvesting the fruits of our timeless endurance; gregariously together, You freeze; I freeze; as we uncontrollably shivered under the truculently tyrannical fury of brutal maelstroms and snow; fervently waiting for the squall to subside; compassionately together, You joke; I joke; as we triggered unequivocal streams of laughter in all those bereft of a mission and insurmountably gloomy in priceless life; bountifully together, You breathe; I breathe; as we inhaled and exhaled unfathomable carpets of air; pledged in front of the Almighty Creator to exist for an infinite more lifetimes to yet unveil; invincibly together, You love; I love; as we passionately explored every nimbly nubile arena of our countenance’s; radiated the unconquerable essence of timelessly existing as a single spirit; celestially together, And most importantly; You die; I die; as we relinquished our breaths at the very first command from the divine; Omnisciently reminiscing all those sparkling memories when we had lived beautifully entwined with one another; immortally together…. 67

A WORLD OF UNITED EXISTENCE… When I wasn’t looking at her ravishingly tantalizing hair; the vivaciously marvelous strands of silk on her priceless scalp; that royally swayed with the grandiloquent breeze, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still profusely admired her sacrosanct forehead; the irrefutably indefatigable creases of determination; that euphorically sprawled all over… When I wasn’t looking at her majestically sculptured forehead; the princely way in which it drifted with the enchantingly satiny winds, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still ecstatically admired her piquantly poignant nose; the stupendous exhilaration that she miraculously generated; with every exotic breath of hers…. When I wasn’t looking at her boisterously pristine nose; the impeccably charming embellishments of bountiful beauty; that it had inherently adorned, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still unfathomably admired her voluptuously tantalizing lips; the infernos of untamed desire that she triggered; with just a single kiss…. When I wasn’t looking at her incredulously seductive lips; the cloud of relentless fascination that they weaved; on even the most dolorously languid winds of the atmosphere that they caressed, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still intransigently admired her wonderfully blushing cheeks; the crimson streaks of celestial passion that they transited into; with just a single run my groping fingers…. When I wasn’t looking at her marvelously aristocratic cheeks; the overwhelmingly scarlet tinges of innocence embedded within; that unequivocally made her the most beautiful woman on this Universe, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still intractably admired her beautifully immaculate neck; the extraordinarily sensuous wave of imagination that enveloped her Omniscient grace; from all sides… When I wasn’t looking at her blissfully ingratiating neck; the magnetically queenly charisma that fabulously wafted; every time she delectably maneuvered it; to the tunes of the ebulliently 68

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cascading rain, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still uninhibitedly admired her divinely Omnipotent chest; the unflinching thunderbolts of patriotism in her nimble visage; to wholesomely free her murderously besieged motherland….. When I wasn’t looking at her handsomely exotic chest; the oceans of charismatically unending intrigue that overwhelmingly radiated; from her innocently untainted countenance, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still irrevocably admired her tantalizingly rhetoric belly; as she compassionately gyrated it till times immemorial; under the alluringly pearly beams of resplendent moonlight…. When I wasn’t looking at her unsurpassably titillating belly; the unstoppable sparks of vibrant electricity emanating; that profoundly enlightened even the most the remorseful of morbid graves, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still incessantly admired her philanthropically heavenly palms; the unprecedented reservoir of gorgeous destiny lines encapsulated inside; that formidably evolved every aspect of my impoverished existence…. When I wasn’t looking at her sagaciously candid palms; the fathomless sea of sparkling humanity; that they altruistically disseminated for centuries immemorial; and every time this earth was born, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still exuberantly admired her scintillatingly Godly feet; the unshakably glittering path of humanitarian righteousness that they spawned; on every squalid patch of earth they tread…. And when I wasn’t looking at her miraculously ubiquitous feet and any element of her demeanor at all; the astronomical benevolence that diffused magically; in every scented word that she spoke, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still immortally admired her gloriously Omnipresent reflections of unassailable love; her unconquerable fragrance of mankind; that eternally transpired the entire planet; towards a township of endless beauty; towards a world of united existence….

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LIKE THE SACROSANCT HEAVENS… Like a romantically drifting cloud; indefatigably playing hide and seek with the swelteringly simmering Sun, Was her magnificently mischievous and stupendously wandering wink; as she flirted with me in the aisles of untamed desire; behind the majestically moonlit hills….. Like a voluptuously silken angel; descending magically from the island of bountifully wonderful paradise, Was her royally magnificent and ecstatically euphoric stride; as she swished like an ebulliently embellished fairy towards my; mortifyingly impoverished countenance…. Like a melodiously chirping sparrow; boisterously deluging the sullen atmosphere with the sounds of; profusely rhapsodic happiness, Was her sparklingly scintillating and delectable footsteps; as she poignantly galloped with profound empathy in her soul; towards my diminutively impoverished countenance…. Like an innocuous freshly spawned infant; enshrouding every dilapidated cranny of this colossal Universe; with its insatiably jubilant wails, Was her marvelously seductive and ravishingly enthralling smile; as she unfurled the silken cocoon of her lips; uninhibitedly showering her charisma upon my pathetically beleaguered demeanor….. Like an eternally fragrant rose; tantalizingly diffusing its astoundingly ingratiating redolence; to even the most fathomless quarters of this boundless planet, Was her graciously celestial and timelessly priceless sleep; as she unrelentingly fantasized about the mystical aspects of endowing creation and me; in every of her gloriously fantastic dreams…. Like a hive of splendidly golden honey; incessantly oozing the Omnisciently miraculous sweetness of blissful creation, Was her resplendently twinkling and beautiful finger; as she vehemently entwined her palms; for times immemorial and unassailably with mine…. Like torrential cloudbursts of rain pelting enigmatically; from the overwhelmingly handsome carpet of fathomless sky, 70

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Were her spectacularly panoramic and piquantly rubicund cheeks; as she fantastically blushed in the corridors of uncontrollable yearning; ethereally sighting the contours of my; shimmeringly obfuscated shadow…. Like a compassionate fireball of belonging; astronomically augmenting in proportion as each second thunderously zipped by, Was her unfathomably grandiloquent and impeccably harmonious kiss; as she profusely pecked every iota of my; nervously fluttering cheeks…. Like an impregnable fortress of unflinching solidarity; towering tall and aristocratic even against the most ungainly acrimonious of storms, Was her incredulously bestowing and benevolently gratifying embrace; as she intractably clung to my violently throbbing demeanor; more perpetually than a Mother clinging to her new born child…. And like the irrefutably sacrosanct entrenchment of Heaven; radiating for countless more births yet to unveil; with the Omnipotent aura of Almighty Lord, Was her immortally wonderful and gloriously enamoring love; as she perennially bonded every beat of her heart; every philanthropism of her conscience with me; and to be forever mine; mine and only mine…..

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IMPREGNABLY SOAKED… The gorgeously gigantic hills; were profusely soaked with golden fireballs; of melodiously tantalizing Sunlight, The inscrutably mesmerizing forests; were marvelously soaked with an unendingly bountiful flurry; of rhapsodically voluptuous sounds, The fathomless carpets of gregariously silken sky; was ecstatically soaked in an astounding kaleidoscope; of exuberantly twinkling stars, The rambunctiously slithering and vivacious fish; were ebulliently soaked in an undulating ocean of; ravishingly titillating waves and euphoric salt, The endless framework of bones in body; were indispensably soaked in a salubrious river of; exotically scarlet and blissfully bequeathing blood, The aristocratically rubicund pair of royal lips; were celestially soaked in a whirlpool of charismatically exhilarating smiles and enamoring charm, The countless blades of amiably blossoming grass; were profoundly soaked in an Omnipotent cistern of; majestically shimmering and perpetual dewdrops, The enchantingly seductive garden of roses; was piquantly soaked in a exquisitely timeless mist of; overwhelmingly compassionate and divinely scent, The diminutively impoverished palms; were inevitably soaked in an enigmatically inexplicable cloud of; mystically fabulous destiny lines, The uninhibitedly dancing clown; was unsurpassably soaked in a torrentially limitless downpour; of cacophonic comedy and joyously jubilant laughter, The ecstatically frolicking butterfly; was enthusiastically soaked in a fireball of perennially diffusing happiness; and an unfathomable tenacity to vividly soar, The immaculate coat of sparklingly untainted eyes; was insatiably soaked in a compassionate whirlwind of; unequivocally Kingly moisture, The robustly chattering and loquaciously bubbly tongue; was delectably soaked in ingratiatingly frothy oceans of; inherently tranquil saliva, The unflinchingly marching and fearlessly intrepid army; were soaked in an irrefutably immortal entrenchment of; unassailably unshakable patriotism, The magnificently serrated and rustic stemmed tree; 72

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was serenely soaked in an abundantly replenishing waterfall of; congenially sequestering leaves, The incessantly wandering and animatedly sensitive ears; were boundlessly soaked in a eclectically grandiloquent symposium; of eternally drifting sounds, The romantically philandering brain; was endlessly soaked in a tornado of fantastically ardent and gorgeously fulfilling sky of; glittering everlasting fantasies, The twin gallery of vividly vibrant nostrils; were rhetorically soaked in an incomprehensibly fathomless volcano of; piquantly blissful breath, And my tumultuously throbbing and fervent heart; was impregnably soaked in the blessings of your; immortally humanitarian and priceless love….

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COMPANION…. The flamboyantly blazing rays of the marvelously royal Sun; were my passionately piquant companions; for the perseveringly sweltering day, Ravishing beams of mystically resplendent moonlight; were my eternally gratifying companions; for the voluptuously silken night, The tree leaves rustling in spell binding vivaciousness; were my most blissful companions in my times of; disastrously sordid loneliness, Springs of Omnisciently cascading water; were my bountifully quelling companions; when I dreadfully sulked in a whirlpool of abominably horrendous dirt, Pristine shores incessantly rumbling with tantalizingly undulating waves; were my ravishingly tangy companions; in my times of drearily despicable depression, Fathomless carpets of enchantingly grandiloquent skies; were my timelessly invincible companions; in my times of lackadaisically crippling boredom, Hives of melodiously sweet and glitteringly golden honey; were my beautifully enamoring companions; in my times of gruesomely malevolent bitterness, Truculently vibrant tornados of patriotism; were my unflinchingly intrepid companions; in my times of remorsefully morbid stagnation and doleful malice, Innocuously Omnipotent and divinely children; were my unequivocally benign companions; in my times of horrendously manipulative distress, Enigmatically slithering and charismatic snakes; were my enchantingly evoking companions; in my times of maniacally commercial monotonousness, Redolently everlasting and incredulously profuse roses; were my integrally handsome companions; in my times of despairingly staggering melancholy, Whirlwinds of untamed exuberance; were my perpetually bestowing companions; in my times of nonchalantly dwindling towards my gorily sinister corpse, Aristocratically silken and mesmerizing feathers; were my magically symbiotic companions; in my times of irascibly disdainful nervousness, Rhapsodically raining marshmallows of azure clouds; 74

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were my torrentially dynamic companions; in my times of penalizingly sorrowful banishment, Tantalizingly boisterous and fascinating fairies; were my ingratiatingly iridescent companions; in my times of disgustingly orphaned prejudice, Rivers of impeccably glistening milk; were my celestially profound companions; in my times of murderously abhorrent fanaticism, Omnipresently sacrosanct steps of the princely mosque; were my pricelessly ultimate companions; in my times of inexplicably unending and tyrannizing trauma, Fireballs of insatiably untamed breath; were my tumultuously compassionate companions; in my times of dastardly extinguishing into winds of cowardly oblivion, But your immortally impregnable and ebullient heart; was my Omnipotently eternal companion; for each impoverished moment of my present; and countless more optimistically scintillating lifetimes…..

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IMPOSSIBLE TO HIDE…. The way your glorious eyes stared at me; unrelentingly piercing me with their tumultuously electric and untamed fervor, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my profusely rubicund lips; as they trembled uncontrollably in euphorically insatiable frenzy; all sweltering and scintillatingly silver night…. The way your miraculous hands caressed me; tirelessly radiating their astoundingly stupendous compassion; frantically wandering with the insurmountably royal ardor of a tantalizing lioness, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my overwhelmingly mortified flesh; which had nimbly metamorphosed into a perpetual crimson; with an unsurpassable mountain of goose-bumps enveloping it from all ends…. The way your enamoring ears ardently heard me; maniacally maneuvering every iota of their poignantly intricate chords like a ferociously swirling inferno towards me, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my waveringly effusive voice; perennially longing to be magically smooched by the mystical winds of euphoric timelessness….. The way your enchanting toes intransigently tickled me; invincibly straddling their seductive stranglehold over each speck; of my pathetically famished demeanor, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my violently throbbing chest; as it drifted like a magnetically romantic wind; towards the marvelously titillating land of bountiful paradise….’ The way your charismatic belly nudged me; ravishingly dancing for centuries unprecedented; in amazing synergy with my frigidly lackluster countenance, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my cataclysmically erratic stride; as I fulminated into thunderbolts of never ending desire; under voluptuous rays of the milky moon…. The way your vivacious tongue licked me; incessantly raving like an embellished princess; through even the most infinitesimal hair of my 76

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body, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my ecstatically leaping adams apple; as I ebulliently philandered on the waves of fulfilling eternity; for countless more births yet to unveil…. The way your immaculate fingers cuddled me; ingratiatingly tracing my sensuously shrunken contours; to the most incomprehensible levels of spell binding fantasy, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my rhapsodically augmenting fountain of mesmerizing blood; as I felt like an unassailably majestic King; seated Omnisciently on the throne of boundless prosperity…. The way your intriguing brain relentlessly fantasized about me; indefatigably perceiving every iota of my demeanor in an unsurpassable repertoire of; vividly resplendent forms, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my vibrantly swirling whirlpool of unconquerable happiness; as I felt like the most pricelessly blessed organism alive; uxoriously slaving her dynamically fragrant and opalescent breath…. And the way your immortal breath descended over my penuriously staggering nape; gorgeously devouring every element of my persona; in the profound philanthropism of your gregariously bequeathing soul, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my perpetually throbbing heart; as I forever pledged to blend each beat of mine with yours; in every birth I got a chance to take birth as your divine lover; again and again and again….

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BUT NOT WITHOUT ! Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; vanquishing every part of my body into countless bits of; frigidly threadbare ash, But not without her magically celestial smiles; keeping me immortally happy; even after sadistically ghastly and rotten death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; pulverizing every holistic bone in my persona; to pathetically insidious and infinitesimal; squelched mosquito curry, But not without her immaculately Omnipotent voice; which insatiably propelled me to fantasize beyond realms of bountifully eternal eternity; even after morbidly remorseful and tyrannical death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; brutally smashing the poignantly intricate arenas of my countenance; against the chain of satanically blood coated rocks, But not without her ravishingly satiny grace; which made me feel like the most blessedly blissful man alive; even after dolorously vindictive and lecherous death….’ Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; pugnaciously decimating each iota of my blood and vein; into obsolete wisps of devastated chowder, But not without her ardently silken shadow; which made me gloriously assimilate the fathomless treasures on this radiantly unfathomable Universe; even after abominably abhorrent and viciously battering death….. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; heinously deluging even the non-existent parts of my demeanor; with a dungeon of ludicrously crippling darkness, But not without her seductively majestic stride; which made me perennially yearn for languishing in the arms of flaming passion; even after torturously appalling and gory death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; barbarically exploding my robust body; into unsurpassable corpses of unprecedented suffering, 78

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But not without her gorgeously priceless scent; which made me like an irrefutable prince of ubiquitous philanthropism; even after sardonically penalizing and cursed death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; lambasting every pore of my skin; with infinite swords of venomously deadly scorpion, But not without her rustically timeless tradition; which made me handsomely cling to my humanitarian rudiments for times immemorial; even after atrociously bitter and debilitating death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; maliciously blending every bit of my ecstatic jubilation; with inconspicuously perilous ghosts wandering freely in the island of hell, But not without her puffs of vibrantly spell binding breath; which made me feel as if I was reborn a countless times in order to uninhibitedly love; even after disastrously prurient and cold blooded death…. And take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; snapping the fangs of my precious existence; without the tiniest of insinuation; horrifically donating my flesh thereafter to the unsurpassable fleet of diabolical devils, But not without her unassailably passionate heartbeats; which made me feel perpetually bouncing and wholesomely dedicated to the cause of spawning gregariously new life; even after mockingly mortifying and absolute death….

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MY ROYAL RHYTHM…. Your blissful happiness; was my impregnable bridge to transgress upon for centuries immemorial; even after I had died, Your inexplicable anguish; was my invincibly augmenting revolution; to massacre every trace of malice from the trajectory of this colossal planet, Your mesmerizing smile; was my insurmountable tenacity to trigger brilliant beams of optimistic light; in a tunnel engulfed with macabre darkness, Your philanthropic fragrance; was my incessant source of inspiration to ubiquitously disseminate the essence of mankind; to the most remotest corners of this planet, Your poignant empathy; was my Herculean fortitude to assist my fellow comrades; in moments of deplorably dwindling distress, Your enchanting reflection; was my unprecedented fervor to incarcerate the stupendously alluring beauty of this gigantic universe; within the whites of my eye, Your heavenly footsteps; were my unsurpassable strength to propel forward; exhilaratedly embrace every obstacle in life; until I succeed, Your lecherous defeat; was my overwhelming ardor to extricate the seeds of manipulative diabolism from their very ignominious roots; behead them with the sword of irrefutable righteousness, Your enlightening essence; was my sole tool to dedicate my entire life; profoundly towards nurturing and harboring the gift of perennial love, Your valiant victory; was my astronomical conviction; which didn’t buckle the slightest; even under the most invidiously tumultuous of storm, Your melodious voice; was my overpowering exuberance to exist; even with my visage dreadfully sunken beneath the ghastly corpse, Your discerning senses; were my unconquerable waves of prudence; in sagaciously discriminating between the good and the ominously bad, Your unfathomable innocence; was my everlasting reservoir of strength to survive and bear; amongst an uncouth battalion of blood sucking tangible beings, Your never dying spirit; was my Omnipotent whirlwind to blossom like a magnificently glorious lotus; from a 80

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pile of tragically smoldering ash, Your explicitly candid expressions; were my cloudbursts of daunting audacity; even when hanged like an orphaned pig; on the hideously menacing gallows, Your majestic sweat; was my tunnel of unrelenting endeavor; the insatiable compassion in my eyes; to metamorphose god’s planet once again; into a wonderful paradise, Your impeccable conscience; was my undefeated bonding with love which grew more and more fortified; even as the boundless expanse of sky treacherously blended with mundane earth, Your Omniscient breath; was my sacred chapter of divinely life; unveiling into an incredible myriad of new vistas every minute; making me live an infinite exotic lives; in each desire of mine, And your immortal heart; was my royal rhythm to love; live; embrace; transcend and perpetually reign supreme over every devil that lingered in air; over every bad that dared….

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IF ANYONE TRIED TO STEAL HER I might appear to be a diminutive mosquito; but mind you I could stand taller than the colossal mountain; defend myself against the mightiest of attacks; if anyone tried to hurt her in her blissful way, I might appear to be an inconspicuous blade of creased grass; but mind you I could gain proportions befitting the diabolical dinosaur; if anyone sighted her with licentious desire, I might appear to be an infinitesimally squashed mushroom; but mind you I had the unfathomable capacity to become the entire forest deluged with acerbic thorns; if anyone tried to plot heinously evil behind her immaculate back, I might appear to be a non-existent speck of dirt; but mind you I could rise menacingly and more towering than the blue skies; if anyone tried to perilously barge in while she was celestially asleep, I might appear to be a droplet of blotted gutter water lying dilapidated in a remotely obsolete heap; but mind you I had the tenacity to become more tumultuous than the rampantly swirling oceans; if anyone tried to dangerously ogle at her; even within boundless kilometers of her sacrosanct vicinity, I might appear to be a harmlessly distorted chunk of plain glass being ruthlessly kicked on the desolate streets; but mind you I had the overwhelming capacity to become more mammoth than the impregnable fortress; if anyone tried to pummel her to the ground with his fists, I might appear to be just a disdainfully neglected rusty iron nail; but mind you I could become the entire battlefield inundated with pugnaciously hostile arrows; if anyone tried to vindictively embed his unruly nails into her voluptuously dainty skin, I might appear to be just an insipid follicle of hair waiting miserably on the ground to blend with miserably shivering dust; but mind you I possessed the prowess to metamorphose into all tigers of the jungle; savagely trying to rip apart entities into infinite fragments; if anyone tried to perniciously mess up with her sacred life, I might appear to be a profusely crinkled petal of the flower being blown further and further 82

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every instant with each draught of exuberant wind; but mind you I had the capacity to become the viciously circulating cyclone of the deserts; if anyone tried to forcefully blow his satanic breath down her mesmerizing nape, I might appear to be a torn rag of cloth being mercilessly thrashed every day on the washing floor; but mind you I had the capacity to become a demon with barbarically bloodshot eyes; if anyone tried to hamper her divinely progress; refrain her from boisterously surging forward in life, I might appear to be a shattered shell; seeming to be mystically lost amongst the unsurpassable blanket of sands sprawled on the shores; but mind you I had the capacity to become a belligerent battlefield of crabs; ready to stab lethal amounts of poison with my tentacles; if anyone tried to shout murderously loud into her intricately tinkling ears, I might appear to be an frigidly rotting matchstick without flames; but mind you I had the capacity to become a blazing conflagration soaring astronomically high to blend with the clouds; if anyone tried to surreptitiously aim a bullet at her from behind the sleazy bushes, I might appear to be an invisible blob of miserly paint adhering to the ghost walls; but mind you I had the capacity to become the incomprehensibly long python; raring to pulverize succulent prey into bits of bashed mincemeat; if anyone tried to cast a spell of detrimental voodoo upon her impeccably charismatic grace, I might appear to be staggering wisps of smoke coalescing every unfurling second with open space; but mind you I had the capacity to become the meadow embodied with countless gleaming knives; if anyone tried to touch her without her prior consent, I might appear to be a strand of pathetically broken web; but mind you I had the capacity to become a fathomlessly deep dungeon replete with stinging scorpions; if anyone tried to intentionally trespass her in her irrefutably heavenly path, I might appear to be a dismally flickering beam of frivolous light; disappearing in meek submission after daylight; but mind you I had the capacity to become the entire godown stuffed with venomous gas; ready to explode and char individuals to ethereal ash; if anyone ventured to forcefully invade into her dwelling after midnight, 83

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LIVING DEAD Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous eyes, Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the kitchen sink, Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart of the city, Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp; giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread; to forcefully munch for breakfast, Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted horrendously into the steep valley; eventually exploding and charring me into a cloud of black plumes, Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my dreams, Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you had consumed for lunch last afternoon, Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head; instead of the fir coated and silken pillow, Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water; uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines encompassed within my stomach, Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you cherished and adored, Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of your commands even after midnight, Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was released from the operation room, Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to speak for you every time you opened your mouth, Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup stringently clasped in my hands, Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls; displaying them proudly to every visitor who 85

frequented our dwelling, Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files far away from sight, Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely through my sensitive membranes, Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal; when infact I was an ordinary sage, Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last iota of breath trapped in my lungs, Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my hands clinging to my ears, But please O! beloved, don’t ever leave me and go; for this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far less than the living dead I would become; if you suddenly left me…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

SINCE THE TIME Since the time I sighted your mesmerizing eyes; their emphatic blackness shimmering incessantly, I have simply forgotten all darkness; become oblivious to the descending of every night. Since the time I sighted your voluptuous lips; the stupendous pink embodied profoundly on their silhouette, I have simply forgotten all color; have become blind to the millions of scarlet rose protruding from soil. Since the time I sighted your cascading hair; the silken sheen majestically glimmering from them in brilliant sunlight, I have simply forgotten all softness; have become embarrassingly unaware of the fluffy robes that draped my persona. Since the time I sighted your intricate nails; the way you scratched them into your skin when agitated, I have simply forgotten all ornaments; have become completely numb to the most poignant of caress and touch. Since the time I sighted your cheeks; the enchanting tinge of crimson circumventing your skin, I have simply forgotten all complexion; become a perfect alien to the blood circulating in my veins. Since the time I sighted your nose; the moist air diffusing from your nostrils mystically enlivening the dead atmosphere, I have simply forgotten all breeze; the very breath that circulated in my lungs; kept me alive. Since the time I sighted your rosy tongue; the incredulously melodious voice that drifted each time you opened your mouth, I have simply forgotten all sound; have become deaf to the most thunderous of voice permeating into my eardrum. Since the time I sighted your palm; the enigmatic lines bifurcating it splendidly to portray your destiny, I have simply forgotten all designs; treat with abhorrent contempt the most marvelous of painting suspended from royal walls of the palace. Since the time I sighted your scintillating earring; 87

the tinkling noise it made each time you gently nodded your head, I have simply forgotten all shine; was wholesomely drowned into the glow it emanated for times immemorial. Since the time I sighted your heart; the way it violently throbbed every time you confronted me, I have simply forgotten all entities on earth; thoroughly lost in the intensity of its beat; the tremors it ignited on each occasion; and the language of my mind it spoke; as I held it near.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

NOT MADE, BUT UNCONTROLLABLY MAD… Their eyes weren't just MADE for each other; but were uncontrollably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to timelessly disentangle the tantalizing enigmas of life; in each other's affable whites, Their lips weren't just MADE for each other; but were insatiably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to perpetually interlock with each other; and then savor the ultimate sweetness of Omnipotent creation, Their fingers weren't just MADE for each other; but were unceasingly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to unassailably entwine with each other; and then trounce every devil with the power of unshakable compassion, Their palms weren't just MADE for each other; but were unthinkably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to irrevocably print each other's destiny; on the back of their rudimentary hands, Their nape's weren't just MADE for each other; but were unfathomably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to endlessly turn in unison to even the tiniest trace of poignant sensitivity; and then unitedly decipher each intricate strand of time, Their veins weren't just MADE for each other; but were inexhaustibly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to perennially coalesce with each other; and then give birth to one single stream of invincibly humanitarian blood, Their foreheads weren't just MADE for each other; but were intransigently MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to unflinchingly strike each other; and then to drift into a fantasy of unbreakable togetherness for an infinite more lives yet to unveil, Their ears weren't just MADE for each other; but were intractably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to incessantly tingle each other; and then get roused to the absolute hilt of desire; with the most diminutive flutter of breeze, Their feet weren't just MADE for each other; but were incorrigibly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to tread each conceivable step together; and pave of path of celestial yearning wherever they went, Their tongues weren't just MADE for each other; but were unequivocally MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to ardently suckle each other; and then savor the impregnable harmony of existence; for an infinite lifetimes, Their bellies weren't just MADE for each other; but were unstoppably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to undyingly seduce each other; so that the profuse virility of life 89

stayed alive; even in the coffin of death, Their throats weren't just MADE for each other; but were unsurpassably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to mélange into the voice of bounteously undefeated oneness; and then supercede each wail of the hedonistic devil, Their hair weren't just MADE for each other; but were unlimitedly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to rapaciously intermingle with each other; and then rejoice forever in the ravenous hunger to make love, Their skins weren't just MADE for each other; but were unabashedly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to trigger unprecedented euphoria in each other's pores; and then to witness every sensuousness of creation mischievously seeping in, Their shoulders weren't just MADE for each other; but were inconsolably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to hoist every hapless orphan on their united platform; towards the Sun of optimistically blessed light, Their arms weren't just MADE for each other; but were inexorably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to insuperably embrace each other's shivering form; stay like this—most infallible and unperturbed even in the mightiest of storms, Their souls weren't just MADE for each other; but were unendingly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to blissfully overlap each other; even countless centuries after the veritable evaporation of the physical form, Their breaths weren't just MADE for each other; but were untiringly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to undauntedly explore each other's fieriness; and then culminate into the immortally uncurbed volcano's of raw passion,

Their hearts weren't just MADE for each other; but were perpetually MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to bond together and forever and ever and ever into a Heaven of Omnipotent love….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

UNPARALLELED WINNER… Not even when the most majestic palaces on this Universe were copiously laid in the bare of my palms; only to be blown away to infinitesimal dust; to the tiniest of my whims and aristocratic commands, Not even when the most undefeated flamboyant Sun perennially carved a path of infallible victory for me-on every conceivable step that I tread; and even in the heart of murderously wholesome blackness, Not even when the most ravishingly ecstatic clouds in the cosmos knelt in due obeisance at my doorstep; waiting for that single tap of my finger-which'd prompt them to rain or not to thunderously rain, Not even when the most celestially golden dewdrops refrained to be crushed and evaporate; until I had profusely made love and uninhibitedly kissed all of them, Not even when the most invincibly iridescent of stars altruistically became my pillow to sleep; forever transporting an infinite dormitories of my brain into the aisles of unbreakable fantasy and sheer utopia, Not even when the most hideously acrimonious of thorns on this unending Universe—metamorphosed themselves into a carpet of seductive silk beneath my feet; and on each path that I was destined to transgress, Not even when the most boundless gardens of sensuous roses and unabashed flowers; rose towards the highest epitomes in the sky in sheer rhapsody; as I merely exhaled my breath on their dainty stems, Not even when the most jubilantly swaying forests of desire; endlessly showered their flurry of succulent fruit upon my forehead—so that the word 'hunger' never ever crept in the dictionary of my existence, Not even when the most pricelessly inimitable of ornaments cascaded solely upon me and unstoppably from fathomless sky; to make me the richest organism ever to breathe upon the trajectory of planet divine, Not even when the most cadaverously fetid of corpses; became the ultimate elixir of life; as I cast my shadow upon the morbid graveyards for just a single instant, Not even when the most inexhaustibly ticking of time stopped when I said; and then restarted upon my tiniest insinuation from my chamber of unlimitedly eccentric dreams, Not even when the most unassailably vivacious of rainbows; replenished every disastrously frazzled nerve of my impoverished existence; with timeless strokes of enchanting color and unconquerable charm, Not even when the most ferociously undulating and stormy oceans; held each of my advancing footsteps like firm soil; as I ran over their waves to magically rejoice with the cotton wool of voluptuous clouds, Not even when the most unfathomably ghastly devils on this inexhaustible Universe; disdainfully collapsed like a pack of frigid 91

matchsticks at the most invisible of my breath, Not even when the most imperceptible of my caress on fecund soil; gave instantaneous birth to an infinite new sapling of an optimistic tomorrow; insuperably impregnating the atmosphere with pristine and new-found life, Not even when the most coveted honors and awards on this earth were thrown dime a dozen into my lap—kept augmenting all the more as I nonchalantly threw them one by one into the abominable slush pile, Not even when the most dreadfully incarcerating of disease metamorphosed themselves into pure and royal nectar---the moment that they inadvertently entered into my poignant bloodstream, Not even when the entire map—every tangible and intangible nook and cranny of this planet; indefinitely embedded itself into my brain; as I became the world's most fastest and prodigial living computer, But I'd definitely consider myself an unparalleled winner; when irrespective of anything superior happening or not happening to me; true love found its way right into the center of my passionate heart—and then remained there forever and ever and ever---bountifully nourishing and connecting each pulse of my existence directly with the Omnipotent Lord….

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AND THEN I MET HER… I'd encountered countless women who said they were unimaginably tired—that they'd certainly collapse into an abominable heap; even after getting up from a boundless number of hours of celestial rest and revitalizing sleep, I'd encountered countless women who said they were brutally emaciated—that the pangs of hunger would certainly kill them; even after gobbling virtually every succulent delicacy on this fathomless earth, I'd encountered countless women who said they were miserably shy—that they'd certainly swoon infront of the tiniest of mosquito; even after bathing each conceivable pore of their body; mind and soul under the Sun for times immemorial, I'd encountered countless women who said they were egregiously drowning—that they'd most certainly asphyxiate their last breath under water; even after the endless chain of waves had miraculously and flawlessly transported her to the safe shores, I'd encountered countless women who said they were sinful untouchables—that their religion would never enable them to mélange with the rest of the planet; even after the Lord had himself descended before them and told them that all religions on this earth are equal and one, I'd encountered countless women who said they were abysmally purposeless—that their life would just evaporate into nothingness as it came; even after each royal stroke of destiny unveiled an infinite vistas of newness and opportunity infront of them, I'd encountered countless women who said they were dismally directionless—that their existence was like the hackneyed pauper till their grave; even after the Omnipotent light paved a way clearer than their soul on every step they dared tread, I'd encountered countless women who said they were flagrantly scorched—that their throats would certainly turn to charcoal of thirst; even after merrily guzzling down-infinite a can of fruit beer; wine and spring water on the trajectory of this earth, I'd encountered countless women who said they were inexplicably thwarted—that their life would end this very instant of depression; even after every tangible and intangible happiness of existence was copiously fed to them in a golden spoon each minute, I'd encountered countless women who said they were agonizingly suffocating—that they'd almost forgotten the scent of fresh air; even after inexhaustibly floating in the clouds of desire-where there blew nothing else but the unstoppable wind of euphoric life, I'd encountered countless women who said they were deplorably 93

incomplete—that they'd dolefully look forward now only to the next birth; even after being blessed with an immaculate husband; children and an unendingly boisterous jugglery of kin, I'd encountered countless women who said they were hideously exploited—that their livid bodies would now never fetch heaven; even after being worshipped as nothing else but—daughter; wife; mother; aunt and all the conceivable sacred relations that the planet was bound to, I'd encountered countless women who said they were ignominiously ugly—that they always sequestered their maudlin grotesque face under the cloak to weep; even after ecstatically winning the ultimate glory crown of "Miss Universe" for every successive year, I'd encountered countless women who said they were tawdrily second hand—that they wanted to commit suicide rather than being the consolation prizes of their husbands; even after wantonly philandering themselves with every handsome on the globe—whilst their husbands just stared and tolerated in humble submission, I'd encountered countless women who said they were unfinished wombs—that they unrelentingly cried to seek the blessings of the Creator; even after giving birth to so many a beautiful and bountiful baby girl child, I'd encountered countless women who said they were irretrievably blind—that they saw nothing else but devilish darkness capsizing their innocence every instant; even after astoundingly differentiating the nth shade of their choice-for the fabric they planned to adorn on top of their skimpy outfit, I'd encountered countless women who said they were mercilessly abandoned—that they'd been left amidst a pack of savage wolves to find their non-existent way; even after haughtily ordering a countless of their slaves to lick their floors and walls clean of the last speck of grime, I'd encountered countless women who said they had abruptly ended—that they'd never ever been given a second chance by the chapters of acridly harsh life; even after an infinite heavens of glorious newness had opened at each bit of goodness that they did, And then I met her—who gave up on everything even before anything opportune could happen to her; even before the tiniest insinuation of happiness could bless her; even before the mantra of goodness and miracle could try and help her; even before she could alight a single foot to try and test her true worth on this Omniscient soil…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THE GREATEST SHOCK OF MY LIFE… When I brought her a blissfully bedazzling star; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire fathomless cosmos; perennially studded with a countless amiable stars, When I brought her a beautifully serene leaf; she instantaneously demanded from me entire gigantic tree; ravishingly swaying with a countless enchantingly enigmatic leaves, When I brought her an ingratiating pinch of rain-soaked mud; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire boundless earth; bountifully blessed with countless fields of sensuously virile mud, When I brought her an unbelievably rejuvenating droplet of froth; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire unceasing ocean; ecstatically undulating with a countless droplets of poignant froth, When I brought her a profusely exhilarated epitome of the hillock; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire unfathomable Everest; impregnably fortified with a countless inimitable hillocks and unconquerable epitomes, When I brought her a priceless note of soothing melody; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire ubiquitous atmosphere; burgeoning every royal instant with countless waves of stupendously ameliorating music, When I brought her a profoundly original sketch; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire affable landscape; inherently curled with a countless Omnipotent sketches of mother nature divine, When I brought her an unflinchingly golden ray of light; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire Omnipresent Sun; permeating every ounce of the lugubrious earth with countless rays of optimism; hope and shine, When I brought her a whisper of undefeated sensuality; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire voluptuous night; vividly enriched with a countless flavors and shapes of enthralling sensuality, When I brought her a granule of insuperably glistening sand; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire majestic desert; magically sizzling every sorrow under the blistering Sun; and with a countless granules of inscrutable sand, When I brought her a spell-bindingly romantic poem; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire timeless nature; from which sprouted a countless lines of heavenly poetry-every unfurling instant of the day and magnetic night, When I brought her a compassionately perpetual beat; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire wondrous heart; indefatigably throbbing to the pulse of a countless bonding beats, When I brought her a puff of jubilantly thunderous cloud; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire undefeated sky; 95

bounteously laden with a countless puffs of miraculously enamoring clouds, When I brought her an impeccably frozen cubicle; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire pristine avalanche; adroitly intertwined with a countless frozen cubicles of intrepidly thrilling ice, When I brought a tranquilly fantasizing dewdrop; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire untamed grassland; rejoicing in the true spirit of life at the crack of midnight; and with a countless rivulets of golden dew, When I brought her a bewitchingly scarlet petal of rose; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire everlasting garden; where there swished a countless ebullient rose-breathless in anticipation of every stroke of the invincibly virile breeze, When I brought her an immaculately unparalleled pearl; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire silken moon; perennially enlightening every ounce of perilous blackness with countless pearls of milky light, When I brought her a triumphantly scintillating crown; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire infallible kingdom; the complete queenly control over countless ordinary lives and crowns, Thus, thoroughly familiar with her insatiably greedy mentality—I in advance brought her the entire love on this endlessly fructifying Universe-- but this time I got the greatest shock of my life—as she instantaneously demanded from me only mine--- and forever and ever and ever; only mine…

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24 X 7 X 365 Neither and only when the most astoundingly vivacious of rainbow engulfed each bit of voluptuous sky; with the handsome Sun peeping occasionally to compassionately warm the atmosphere, Neither and only when the most miraculously mellifluous of nightingale; perpetuated every ingredient of sensuous air; with a tune that immortalized the spirit of a royally united existence, Neither and only when the most resplendently beaming stars twinkled to their full might; illuminating the fabric of the frigidly dreary night; with the rays of Omnipresent happiness, Neither and only when the most effulgently bounteous roses; mischievously bloomed under the first rays of the Sun; mesmerizing countless an impoverished nostril on this earth with their scent of insuperable togetherness, Neither and only when the most poignantly intrepid waves of the ocean majestically clashed against the enigmatic rocks; dissipated into such a froth which reinvigorated life back in each corpse stifled in the morose graveyard, Neither and only when the most seductively gregarious of leaves uninhibitedly swished in every conceivable direction; to evolve a whole new unconquerable civilization; of just breeze; breeze and exuberantly blessing breeze, Neither and only when the most unabashedly inimitable globules of rain cascaded from the belly of sky; celestially mollifying the agonizing cry of every obliviously thwarted molecule lying limp on cracked soil, Neither and only when the most inexplicably amorous forests; indefatigably rustled to their heart's content; tickling the carpet of golden dew strewn all around till unassailable eternity, Neither and only when the most perennially affable clouds formed an invincible cocoon in bald patches of sky; stretching every cognizable horizon of the impoverished brain; to beyond the realms of spell-binding utopia, Neither and only when the most untamed streaks of white lightening blended with mundane soil; magnificently fomenting each deadened pore of the skin to stand up in electric alacrity; towards the furthermost point in the heavens, Neither and only when the most philanthropic streams of blood floated on the boundless Universe; when each religion; caste; creed; sect and tribe; forever melanged into a-singleton impregnable color of humanity, Neither and only when the most spectacularly pristine puffs of brilliant snow copiously rolled down the hills; growing and growing larger in size till it almost resembled an unfathomable cosmos of unflinching purity, Neither and only when the most bewitchingly silver of horizons 97

tantalizingly faded from veritable sight; leaving the earth with a desire greater than ever to witness the next princely sunset, Neither and only when the most divinely virile of seeds sprouted into their very first new leaf; which wondrously captivated every eyeball on this gigantic planet; with its unbreakable mantra of Omnipotent freshness, Neither and only when the most fearless swords of truth beheaded even the tiniest insinuation of the devil; wholesomely scrapping every bit of demonic bawdiness from earth-with the soul of righteousness, Neither and only when the most timelessly alluring of mirages drew hordes of organisms from the farthest quarter of the earth; making them ebulliently sing and unrestrictedly sway-in the swirl of unparalleled queenly sand, Neither and only when the most fierily unblemished breath; triumphantly inundated every conceivable cranny of the atmosphere; with undying gorges of fresh optimism and dazzling hope, Neither and only when the most unprecedented pulse of sensitivity completely coalesced with every ounce of existence on this globe; spawning an unbelievable firmament of gloriously inseparable brotherhood, But; I wanted to make unrestricted; unparalleled; unsurpassable love to you O! Beloved; every instant of ethereal dawn/eternal afternoon/sensuous evening and star studded night; which forever remained till the time I survived- as 24 X 7 X 365….

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How on earth??? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I extricate your infinite reflections from the whites of her eyes; which were the sole sublimation of her otherwise impoverished life? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I erase your infinite fronds of desire from her sensuous lips; which were the sole reason behind her every uninhibited smile? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I remove your infinite whispers of adventure from her intricate ears; which were the sole ounces of enlightenment in her otherwise hackneyed way? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I evaporate your infinite praises from her mellifluous voice; which were the sole pillars of strength in her otherwise devastated existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I abolish your infinite fantasies from her astoundingly evolving brain; which were the sole panacea of her otherwise slowly diminishing life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I scrap your infinite infernos of yearning from her amiably resonating spine; which were the sole sensitivities in her otherwise robotically mundane existence? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I annihilate your infinite impressions of destiny from the insides of her blissfully tinkling palms; which were the sole glimmer of hope in the fabric of her otherwise inexplicably withering life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I behead your infinite compassionate pecks from her unabashed ardent cheeks; which were her sole sensations to forever triumph; in the otherwise fading horizons of her existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I massacre your infinite epitomes of artistry from her wondrously wandering fingers; which were the sole insinuations of companionship in her otherwise obfuscated life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I trounce your infinite shades of humanity from her insuperably celestial blood; which were the sole lanterns of friendship in her otherwise miserably betrayed existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I assassinate your infinite pillars of tenacity from her altruistically affable bones; which were the sole Sun of 99

fearlessness in her otherwise despicably slavering life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I vanquish your infinite spell-binding imageries from her innocuously pristine mind; which were the sole spots of untamed brilliance in her otherwise penuriously incarcerated existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I pulverize your infinite recesses of warmth from her voluptuous bosom; which were the sole flames of friendship in her otherwise treacherously obsolete life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I lynch your infinite fragrances of optimism from her impregnably fiery nostrils; which were the sole heavens of victory in her otherwise subserviently defeated existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I extradite your infinite images of truth from her undaunted conscience; which were the sole harbingers of eternal bliss in her otherwise deliriously distorted life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I exonerate your infinite impressions of solidarity from her impeccably unbridled soul; which were the sole skies of ultimate freedom in her otherwise gruesomely penalizing existence? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I slaughter your infinite droplets of healing moisture from her stupendously magnetic eyelashes; which were the sole mists of unexpected miracles in her otherwise deplorably traumatized life? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I eliminate your infinite ecstatically ever-pervading shadows from her passionate breath; which were the sole rainbows of untainted exhilaration in her otherwise disdainfully slithering existence? And my money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I terminate your infinite beats of immortal love from her thunderously throbbing heart; which were the sole rays of contentment in her otherwise fatally premature and truncated life…

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But still loving you and only you… Strip all the inimitably bountiful melody from my voice; heartlessly leaving me to wander; through the aimless streets of cacophonic incongruity and thwarted obstreperousness, Strip all the immaculately enriched artistry from my fingers; uncouthly leaving me to claw my way; through a robotic matchbox of maniacally manipulative and corporate darkness, Strip all the spirit to philanthropically hoist from my shoulders; diabolically leaving me without a singleton mission on this earth; and shirking further and further away from the fabric of miraculous humanity, Strip all the unfathomably passionate yearning from my eyes; parasitically leaving me in a dungeon of vindictive blackness; where all I could sight were the ghosts of monotonous give and take, Strip all the undaunted compassionate from my chest; sinfully leaving me in a slush-pile of pathetically lame meaninglessness; wildly groping in every conceivable direction for the warmth of fresh creation, Strip all the exultating rhythm of adventure from my feet; disastrously leaving me to follow the same treacherous route to shame; every monstrous day and viciously marauding night, Strip all the insuperable temerity from my teeth; hopelessly leaving me to wantonly suck every ounce of benign achievement; from every fathomable bosom that I encountered my way on the trajectory of soil, Strip all the victoriously bedazzling romance from my skin; morbidly leaving me in a coffin of hateful lamentation; with even the most sensuously hilted knives floundering to have the tiniest effect on my soul, Strip all the ubiquitously enthralling fantasy from my brain; grievously leaving me to squander an infinite miles; under the treacherously acrimonious rays of the afternoon Sun; and crippling sinking sand beneath my feet, Strip all the zealous tenacity from my bones; abysmally leaving me to fret and ludicrously regret; tossing like an impotent idiot as the hideous devil massacred and violently rampaged through my motherland, Strip all the untamed ardor from my sweat; preposterously leaving me like the ultimate beggar of my time; unrelentingly staggering on obdurate ground; without the most infinitesimal wings of desire, Strip all the unparalleled sensitivity from my spine; abjectly leaving me to squeak till death; in the gutters of fetid moroseness and deliriously beheading practicality, Strip all the spell-binding humanitarian valor from my blood; wretchedly leaving me to solely sight my reflection in mud; seek solace in the utmost hell's of obscurity; far from the most invisible cry of eternal living kind, 101

Strip all the burgeoning virility from my loins; mercilessly leaving me in victimizing morasses of incarceration; unable to blissfully emboss even a footprint of mine on earth; even after an infinite births and deaths, Strip all the enlivening rhapsody from my lips; agonizingly leaving me to squabble and sob; even as the most unassailable epitomes of success and happiness; profusely kissed my doorstep, Strip all the unshakably divine truth from my conscience; unsparingly leaving me to confront each instant of passing life; abominably entangled in a jailhouse of blood-stained chicanery and thorns, Strip all the unconquerable fieriness from my breath; banefully leaving me to unceasingly gape amongst lividly infertile patches of sky; with the true elixir of my existence evaporating; even before it could be born, Strip all the perpetually passionate ardor of my heart; cursedly leaving me in the graveyards of baselessly penalizing war; where the only diet that existed day and night; was that of symbiotic blood and human breath, And you'll eventually get my body-- living the life of a gruesomely dead corpse; but still loving you and only you O! heavenly beloved; and with an intensity which was an infinite times even greater; than when I was naturally and perfectly alive…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

She Laughed and Laughed and Laughed to Death… When I chattered a nineteen to the dozen about each of my child's astoundingly spell-binding brainwaves; she laughed at me as loudly as the clouds thunderously colliding in the sky, When I snored like a dinosaur the entire sunlit day and inexhaustibly fantasized with my eyes wide open in the night; she laughed at me as loudly as the roaring waves clashing against the cold-blooded demonic rocks, When I voiced even the slightest of my apprehension about casualties that could inevitably occur in today's adulterated world; she laughed at me as loudly as the bombs exploding into fathomless bits of unending atmosphere, When I at times uninhibitedly divulged my pertinently asphyxiating idiosyncrasies; she laughed at me as loudly as the unabashedly screeching power horns in the overwhelmingly traffic laden street, When I indefatigably secluded myself from the rest of the planet to pen an infinite lines of immortal love poetry; she laughed at me like a countless demons marauding the innocent with their unstoppably bohemian feet, When rivers of unceasing tears cascaded from my eyes at the tiniest leaf being ruthlessly chopped; she laughed at me like the endlessly triumphant roar of the mercilessly parading lion, When I crazily followed even the most invisible of her reflection all day and marathon night; she laughed at me like the untamed crackling flames of the vindictively scarlet fire, When I stood like the most impregnable of fortress infront of her-to protect her against the ghastliest of impediment; she laughed at me like the earth uncouthly separating into a boundless craters whilst an earthquake, When I lived each instant of my life like an emotional fool-wholesomely enshrouded by shrewd practicality from all ends; she laughed at me like a witch casting her wicked spell over many an innocuous civilization and life; alike, When I granted true love an importance greater than any denomination of money on this planet; she laughed at me like the unsparingly diabolical rocks; which tumbled unmanageably from the absolute epitome of the hill, When I got up with innumerable beads of frigid sweat all over my chest—after the barbarous nightmare; she laughed at me like devilish volcano which vomited itself in violent spurts from the belly of the earth; and towards the highest cranny of the sky, 103

When I solely listened to the tunes of my passionate heart-though the commercial world gorily stabbed each bone of my persona; she laughed at me like the ghosts unashamedly dancing in the jinxed graveyard, When I pledged in the name of each droplet of my blood--to exist with her for an infinite more lifetimes; she laughed at me like the insatiably carnivorous barking of thunder; before the advent of the actual storm, When I proclaimed my desire to procreate a boundless more of my own kind—stringently adhering to the laws of nature divine; she laughed at me like the broken stars listlessly plunging down a boundless kilometers; from the moonless sky, When I earnestly expressed whatever had happened with me in the course of the tyrannical day; she laughed at me like the unimaginably murderous storm that surreptitiously struck the heart of the effervescent sea, When I fondled my adorable pet as he lapped my face-thanking me profusely for being his master; she laughed at me like the earth shattering scream of the wantonly plundering and pillaging devil, When I told her to heartlessly behead me instead of ruthlessly exploiting several of my sensitivities; she laughed at me like the cannibalistic striking of uncountable blood-stained swords; in the ghoulish battlefield of war, When I skipped many a meal and activity---unbelievably engrossed in my work; which was all for the amelioration of humanity; she laughed at me like the infinite heart-wrenchingly cadaverous cries of hell, When I austerely expressed my desire to divorce her as life had become a sorrow greater than death-with her; she laughed at me like the torrential downpours of blood from freshly split skulls, And when I eventually died not able to take her unbearably heartless nonsense anymore; she died too—losing both her life and balance---uncontrollably laughing now at my lifeless carcass; like the most insane shivering of the corpse…..

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

Solitariness…. Some married for just insatiable financial gain; profoundly exploiting every ounce of the unending wealth of their girl; to replenish each of their desire with everlasting mountains of silver and glittering gold, Some married for just timelessly proliferating their dying kin; so that the sensuous freshness of two bodies; paved the way forward for many a more civilization; of their own blood, Some married for just wholesome and uninterrupted obsession; chasing even the most infinitesimal desire of their girl to the most unprecedented limits; listening to nothing else but the subtlest of her whispers; on this gigantic planet, Some married for just uncannily enthralling recreation; sighting an unfathomable cistern of newness in their girl's face; everytime they needed to refresh themselves from the tyranny of the manipulative corporate world, Some married for just blissfully mollifying fulfillment; catapulting to the absolute realms of seventh heaven; as each impoverished pore of two bodies met; in a thunderously untamed unison, Some married for just celestial recuperation; splendidly healing the most inexplicable wounds of their past with the unconquerable melody in their girl's voice; the magical tunes of inspiration that she sang in their bereaved ears, Some married for just spurious societal status; so that they had a sanctimoniously doll like feminine partner hand in hand with them; at every cocktail and political toast; that they had to attend, Some married for just a perfectly meticulous housekeeper; so that the Spartan hands of their girl forever exonerated those invisible cobwebs and untidiness; gave them the most astoundingly organized life that they'd always dreamt, Some married for just wondrous psychological healing; so that their medically trained girl; slowly and slowly unwinded the disastrously mangled nerves of their brain; to make them overcome their baseless fears; and then rise like the rock of Gibraltar to face any damned obstacle on earth, Some married for just appeasing their perennially starved bowels; with their girl who was an absolute blessing from the heavens; tantalizing the most dwindling of their taste buds; with the aroma of an infinite new dishes and recipes that she cooked every enlightening dawn, Some married for just mere companionship; as all they wanted from the chapter of robotic life; was a girl who could triumphantly break their corpses of mundane solitariness, Some married for just releasing the animal within; utilizing the robust flesh of their girl whenever uncontrolled demonic desire arose; and then disposing her off like pieces of invisible shit, Some married for just an exposure to the opposite sex; after confining 105

almost every single routine day of their treacherous lives; within the precincts of home; school; college and office, Some married for just appeasing countless other members of close kin; placating the unsurpassably frazzled nerves of perennially worrying mothers and staunch grandmothers; by tying the thread with the girl of their choice, Some married for just unrelenting domination; wherein their girl never ever raised her eyebrows even once; though subjected to their infinite acts of dastardly chauvinism; their tyrannical outbursts of thwarted masculine strength, Some married for just the dungeons of esoteric perversion; ruthlessly implementing the most sadistic of their fantasies upon their girl; in the most blackened and whipping corners of this earth; far away from the tiniest scent of living kind, Some married for just emotional security; seeking a perpetual shoulder to lean upon and indefatigably cry—the unending list of their listlessly wastrel and livid idiosyncrasies, Some married for just true and passionate love; paying a deaf ear to even the most inconsolably deplorable abuses of the conventional society; rising as the most powerful force on earth for a humanitarian cause with their girl; at the footsteps of the Lord, Whilst I feel that I married my girl—only to be forever cursed by a spell of undyingly asphyxiating and murderously abominable "Solitariness"….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

If only you'd spent a single minute… If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you dedicated wholesomely to our child; at times deliberately stirring the mischievous devil within it, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you meaninglessly wasted staring into blank bits of space; which led solely to the mortuaries of nothingness, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you obsessively spent ruthlessly scraping and scrubbing those floors; which were already sparkling clean, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you worthlessly whiled reading every ounce of spicy and gossipy news; inundated on the front covers of sensational newspapers and magazines alike, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent ardently listening to the travails and woes; of even the most listlessly decayed bones strewn haplessly on the dusty streets, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent indefatigably searching for the ultimate panacea of happiness and fruition; in your impoverished life, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you dedicated to excessively celestial rest and sleep; which you relished the most; because you could rampantly dream, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in the kitchen burning your fingers unsuccessfully; in trying to learn every conceivable recipe under the flaming Sun, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of thousands of hours; which you fervently devoted to satisfying every religious ritual and spurious ceremony; of the so-called sanctimonious society, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent scrupulously tracking every thread of success; of the richest men and women on this fathomless Universe, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent conversing; releasing your frustration; against the solitary walls and laconic bits of sky, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of 107

those thousands of hours; which you spent in triumphantly proving even the most invisible of your point; even though you were the unabashed ridiculer and were wrong, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent admiring your very ownself; as sitting on the throne of; and reigning as the ultimate queen of nail-on-the-head practicality, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent aimlessly speaking with your friends; relatives and close kin; igniting myriad topics out of sheer nothingness; when there was nothing profound left to talk, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent trying to explore an indefinite number of talents; existing incognito in your brain, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent taking marathon walks and jogs; in order to keep your already agile body; roaring in the topmost gear, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in gross indifference and preposterous shrewdness; towards the chapters of mundane life, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in making fun of even the most evanescent of my idiosyncrasies; upon which you'd accidentally tumbled; in knowing me all these long years, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours you spent wholeheartedly laughing on the other side; whilst I flashed the mightiest tears of my sorrow away; cursed by a spell of perennial loneliness, Then. I'd have loved you more invincibly than I loved anyone on this gigantically inscrutable Universe; as poetry was all I had; all I was made up of in each of my veins; bone and breath; and what I penned was exactly what I thought; was exactly how I was; was exactly my truest identity; irrespective of any caste; creed; status or tribe…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

True and Immortal Lover…. You entered my disastrously impoverished veins; which were staggering on the brink of lame extinction; like the poignantly priceless and ultimate bloodstream; of my solitary existence, You entered my gruesomely empty palms; which were quavering towards the realms of horrendous oblivion; like the invincibly unflinching and ultimate destiny; of my bedraggled existence, You entered my haplessly diminishing eyes; which were painstakingly wailing towards the midnight of irrevocable blackness; like the victoriously undefeated and ultimate vision; of my floundering existence, You entered my devastatingly collapsing shoulders; which were prejudiced by the castrated onslaught of the manipulative society; like the compassionately unshakable and ultimate fortitude; of my deteriorating existence, You entered my pathetically distorted fingers; which were maimed by brutal plagiarism all around; like the triumphantly insuperable and ultimate artistry; of my invisible existence, You entered my ghoulishly parched throat; which was dismally stuttering like a hoarsely dying frog; like the unconquerably blissful and ultimate voice; of my dwindling existence, You entered my deliriously estranged brain; which was ruthlessly imprisoned by nothing else but a corpse of livid meaninglessness; like the beautifully silken and ultimate fantasy; of my preposterous existence, You entered my inexplicably thwarted ears; which were fecklessly bombarded by solely the sounds of hopelessness; like the infallibly symbiotic and ultimate sounds; of my truncated existence, You entered my drearily beleaguered feet; which were aimlessly squandering towards the mortuaries of asphyxiating hell; like the unassailably philanthropic and ultimate mission; of my evaporating existence, You entered my penuriously trembling chest; which was barbarously orphaned by every speck of this commercially treacherous planet; like the inimitably bountiful and ultimate savior; of my incarcerated existence, You entered my lackadaisically amorphous lips; which were divested of the tiniest affinity since decades immemorial; like the miraculously ameliorating and ultimate smile; of my waywardly existence, You entered my severely lambasted cheeks; which were bludgeoned left; right and unsparing center by the infinite kicks of mundane society; like the wondrously enamoring and ultimate blush; of my victimized existence, You entered my agonizingly holocaustic soul; which was cancerously enslaved by the non-existent spirit of the rampaging devil; like the 109

ubiquitously bounteous and ultimate divinity; of my disappearing existence, You entered my inexplicably emaciated skin; which was horrendously frozen to the last bone of the ludicrous spine; like the magically proliferating and ultimate virility; of my condensed existence, You entered my lugubriously flailing chin; which was wantonly leaning infront of the coffins of utterly penalizing despondency; like the unshakably brilliant and ultimate hope; of my indecipherable existence, You entered my nervously fluttering shadow; which was the most glaring exemplification of failure on this fathomless Universe; like the brilliantly unfettered and ultimate Sun; of my ragamuffin existence, You entered my uncannily slavering tongue; which was being rapaciously coerced to slaver for all that is sinful on this parasitic globe; like the undauntedly celestial and ultimate conviction; of my minuscule existence, You entered my maniacally gasping nostril; which inhaled nothing else but unbearably despicable corruption on this cold-blooded earth; like the perennially blossoming and ultimate freshness; of my gaunt existence, You entered my traumatically directionless heart; which had become wholesomely oblivious to the palpitation of unceasing desire; like the resplendently Omnipotent and ultimate friendship; of my thinning existence, And after entering each conceivable pore and cranny of my existence; made me yours and only yours forever; true and Immortal Lover….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

She wasn't bothered…. She wasn't bothered an infinitesimal trifle; if I didn't look at the most seductive of her form; even once in a marathon day; preferred to view the scurrilously untamed growls of manipulative wilderness; instead, She wasn't bothered an ephemeral speck; if I didn't accolade her even for the most triumphantly brilliant of her accomplishments; leant a cold shoulder amidst all other glitterati that she was enshrouded with, She wasn't bothered a transient iota; if I didn't caress the outlines of her ignited lips; nonchalantly looked the other side; even as she burnt infinite times in the inferno of unbridled love, She wasn't bothered an evanescent ounce; if I didn't accompany her to the most important destinations in her life; worthlessly engaged myself in tawdrily licking the floor instead, She wasn't bothered a fugitive bit; if I didn't wish her on her cherished birthday and anniversaries; spuriously pretended to be too entangled in the process of earning money; and thereby forgetting the priceless moments of her life, She wasn't bothered a parsimonious morsel; if I didn't comply the tiniest with even the most brilliantly sagacious of her decisions; drifted on the pathways of sheer and emotional impracticality instead, She wasn't bothered an invisible degree; if I didn't impregnate her glorious existence with my seeds; happily leading her entire life with her maiden prim and trim form with great pleasure instead, She wasn't bothered an impoverished scrap; if I didn't query her regularly about her likes and dislikes; thereby on numerous an occasion trespassing against her wishes; quite innocuously and inadvertently, She wasn't bothered a mercurial shadow; if I didn't devoutly intertwine my fingers fervently within hers; taking vows to lead life compassionately united together; for an infinite more lifetimes, She wasn't bothered a feckless crumb; if I didn't understand and commiserate with her for what she originally was; for every righteous desire lingering passionately in the innermost realms of her soul, She wasn't bothered a diminutive fragment; if I didn't humbly bow down to her knees; even once in my entire lifetime; profoundly thanking her for blessing every conceivable aspect of my measly existence, She wasn't bothered an oblivious tidbit; if I didn't attend to her even in the most inexplicably ghastliest of agony; took her for as much granted as the blue bits of mundanely unending sky, She wasn't bothered a vanishing fleck; if I didn't live up to my promise of being a true lover; after so ardently proposing to her the infinite vows of true love; once upon a time, 111

She wasn't bothered an obliterated freckle; if I didn't invincibly mélange each of my breath with hers; as the most diabolical of maelstroms descended upon us; unexpectedly at each quarter of life, She wasn't bothered a worthless grain; if I didn't embrace her boundless propensities and passions in life; belittling them in my obsessive whirlpool of unparalleled corporate ambition, She wasn't bothered an evaporating smidgen; if I didn't behave properly with the nearest of her kin; deliberately made sure that I was not the tiniest of involved in any of her so called social community groups and gatherings, She wasn't bothered a pathetic tad; if I didn't take her for an intrepid expedition of the entire planet; although was a passenger of every flight that left the ground; than of the scorching land, She wasn't bothered a lackadaisical trice; if I didn't utter her name for countless years on the trot; summoned her most brusquely; by a battalion of uncannily indecipherable gestures instead, And neither was she ever bothered even a teeny trifle to know the cause of my silence, my anger; my indifference; my nonchalance towards her; as long as I kept giving her every comfort of life; as long as she relished the most sanctimoniously extravagant pleasures of life; as long as she saw the desire to become the richest man on this planet lingering unassailably in my eyes; as long as she kept getting her inevitable share of money as my wife…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

Inspired me all the more… Don't you worry sweetheart. Your relentless kicks of ridicule towards my impoverished form; inspired me all the more; to give invincible fortitude to all those infirm on this planet; haplessly deteriorating on every step they tread, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your contemptuously ostracizing stare towards my creative fantasizing; inspired me all the more; to evolve into a whole new unlimited gorge of regurgitating freshness, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your unsparingly lambasting every ingredient of my unparalleled sensitivity; inspired me all the more; to perennially stir the chords of compassion amongst all those with an inexplicably shattered soul, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your snobbishly ignoring even the most genuine screams of my agony; inspired me all the more; to lend a commiserating ear; to all those who had none else than the walls to converse, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your unfathomable disdain towards my writing my own books of poetry at home; inspired me all the more; to spawn rejuvenating verse for all those miserably circumscribed by the walls of the inevitable fodder-yielding; robotic corporate office, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your stony silence towards even the greatest of my triumphs and accomplishments; inspired me all the more; to ebulliently pat my fellow compatriots; as they inched towards their ultimate philanthropic paths in life, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your using me and every ounce of my cherishable assets; inspired me all the more; to unrelentingly look out for all those patrons on this fathomless Universe; who inherently admired me solely for what I was; and as I was born, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your vindictively exploiting some of my inadvertently acquired weaknesses; inspired me all the more; to encourage all those flagrantly depressed; to perpetually conquer the devil in them; with their in-born souls of divine righteousness, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your tyrannical blackmailing me to mollify even the most infinitesimal of your desire; inspired me all the more; to extend my healing hands to all those sinfully divested of the joys and rhapsodies of miraculously vibrant life, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your lividly don't-carish attitude towards each act of my poignantly overwhelming concern for you; inspired me all the more; to tirelessly render every ingredient of my existence to the selfless service of all miserably extinguishing and jailed humanity, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your spurious cleansing of the dust over my heart-felt poems instead of reading them; inspired me all the more; to perpetuate their timeless essence to even the further-most cranny of this boundlessly effulgent Universe, 113

Don't you worry sweetheart. Your envying me from the core of your heart whilst others of your kind kept incessantly chatting of their hubbies; inspired me all the more; to appreciate the richest of the richest philanthropists on this earth; with the greatest of humility, Don't your worry sweetheart. Your viciously abusing me right infront of my very own kin for my sheer innocence of commercial life; inspired me all the more; to become the voice of all those diabolically oppressed by the uncanny vagaries of the uncouth planet, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your lackadaisically turning your head to the direction of the dustbin at every sensuous whisper of mine; inspired me all the more; to coalesce every ingredient of my mind; body and soul; with the ravishingly spell-binding landscapes of mother nature, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your finding time to read and admire even the most meaningless piece of balderdash on this Universe-whilst making a worthless stool of my priceless poetry to sit upon; inspired me all the more; to recite each line of my heart-rendering verse to the Almighty Lord in the sky, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your unabashedly devouring the most appetizing morsels of food on this earth whilst merrily watching me starve; inspired me all the more; to disseminate every penny of my wealth towards the blissful fulfillment of every haplessly deteriorating living kind, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your lifelessly switching over to the other side of the bed -everytime I came with an inferno of unbridled compassion in my eyes; inspired me all the more; to inexhaustibly romance with the voluptuously igniting fabric of the beautiful night, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your over-indulgence in every other conceivable activity on earth-except looking towards my passionate form; inspired me all the more; to uninhibitedly languish on the open streets; indefatigably searching for my ultimate soul mate in life, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your unthinkably divorcing me- just in order to lead a life of unprecedented luxury-seducing the richest kings of your choice; inspired me all the more; to forever surrender each instant of my life to the Creator; marry the innermost tunes of my heart; which were unbreakable and inseparable for an infinite more lifetimes…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

Our Divinely honeymoon… Never before did our lips kiss each other with such unconquerable intensity; unstoppably exploring each other's profoundly exhilarating ravines of sweetness; as if there wasn't going to be another instant to live, Never before did our eyes stare at each other with such unparalleled fervor; celestially deciphering a countless inscrutable enigmas in the ocean of innocuously fluttering white and mesmerizing black, Never before did our fingers intertwine in each other with such unbreakable tenacity; uniting for a boundless more lifetimes yet to unveil; just in those fugitive instants of time, Never before did our cheeks abrade against each other with such unlimited yearning; turn a shade more crimson than the sensuously setting Sun; to yearn even more than infinity for each other, Never before did our napes feel each other with such unfathomable ardor; gloriously plunging into the deepest gorges of untamed exhilaration; to evolve a whole new civilization of companionship, Never before did our navels intermingle in each other with such unmatched yearning; brilliantly transcending over every other conceivable definition of pleasure and pain; on this eternally blessed earth, Never before did our spines lean against each other with such insuperable magic; letting every damned inhibition liberate forever and ever and ever into fathomless bits of reinvigorating blue sky, Never before did our bloodstreams crave for each other with such undefeated vigor; wanting to unite as a singleton signature of unabashed humanitarian compassion; for times beyond an infinite lifetimes, Never before did our eyelashes long for each other with such unshakable temerity; perennially wanting to keep only each other's reflection entrapped within the silken hair; so that even the most tantalizing of alien distraction crumbled to inane ash, Never before did our chests caress each other with such triumphant fire; letting an ocean of overpoweringly undying ecstasy; blissfully mélange with every perceivable ingredient of existence, Never before did our feet tickle each other with such infallible mischief; fomenting us to explode into uninterrupted skies of laughter; even in the most staring face of inexplicable misery and duress, Never before did our elbows nudge each other with such wondrous enthrallment; adroitly executing every cognizable insinuation under 115

the sky; to perpetually attract our spirits to become one, Never before did our palms lock into each other with such unshakable camaraderie; allowing only the lines of our invincibly everlasting friendship; become the ultimate bifurcations of our destiny, Never before did our tongues lap each other with such unending desire; savoring the inimitable melody of our distinct creations; to give fresh birth to even the most wildest dreams of our impoverished lives, Never before did our Adams apple bump into each other with such insatiable madness; leading every moment of life as the very best of mates; standing unflinchingly and laughing against the most ferocious of holocausts, Never before did our shoulders hug each other with such unbridled magnetism; assimilating every miraculously palpable warmth of destined life; in the invisible gap between our breathless bosoms, Never before did our thighs crush each other with such untamed rampancy; exuding into an unsurpassable inferno of untapped virility; romancing till the last star twinkled in the wee hours of dawn, Never before did our nostrils inhale each other with such victorious enthusiasm; wholesomely making the inherent scents of our personalities; the sole mantra and inspiration to fearlessly live and die, Never before did our hearts palpitate for each other with such uncontrollable excitement; with each beat immortalizing the essence of our love towards the furthermost epitome of god's paradise, As they did and perennially continued to do; on our very first and divinely honeymoon…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

When we fell in love… When we fell in love; all I could sight in her eyes was profoundly compassionate innocence; whilst at the same time all that she raunchily saw in mine; was nothing else but the umpteenth reflections of palaces brilliantly lit in lamps of gold, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her lips was wondrously unbridled passion; whilst at the same time all that she unthinkably saw in mine; was nothing else but the remnants of the unfathomably costly royal fruit sticking to its nimble contours, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her palms was every infinitesimal line of my destiny; whilst at the same time all that she licentiously saw in mine; was nothing else but the royal triangles/squares/islands of infinite wealth; prosperity and fame, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her feet was intrinsically poignant and intricate wrinkles of adventure; whilst at the same time all that she tawdrily saw in mine; was nothing else but the golden dust adhering to the soles; which I'd inadvertently carried from my treasuries of gold, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her belly was the ultimate shivers of unparalleled seduction; whilst at the same time all that she flagrantly saw in mine; was nothing else but the aristocratic paste and beads of sandalwood that rose and fell with each of my breath, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her voice was an unbelievably enamoring melody of friendliness; whilst at the same time all that she diabolically saw in mine; was nothing else but the boundless number of places I divulged; wherein I'd invested each penny of my wealth, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her nape was invincibly ameliorating beads sensuality; whilst at the same time all that she carnivorously saw in mine; was nothing else but the unimaginable number of chains of pure diamond; emerald and shimmering silver, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her hair was bountifully silken webs of insatiable magic; whilst at the same time all that she lividly saw in mine; was nothing else but the unconquerably diamond studded crown; fervently alluring every organism alike, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her shoulders was innumerable vignettes of the different inscrutable shades of life; whilst at the same time all that she beguilingly saw in mine; was nothing else but the royal cloak of "His Majesty"; that people had learnt to spuriously bow to, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her ears was a gorge of infallibly priceless sensitivity; whilst at the same time all that she treacherously saw in mine; was nothing else but the countless earrings of princely pearl; that had been so fondly draped upon me by the 117

civilizations under my rule, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her brain was unceasingly intriguing whirlpools of voluptuous fantasy; whilst at the same time all that she salaciously saw in mine; was nothing else but the dynamic visions I harbored to forever survive as the richest man on earth divine, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her flesh was the uncanny way in which it spell-bindingly retracted upon the nimblest of my caress; whilst at the same time all that she parasitically saw in mine; was nothing else but the world's costliest ornaments incorrigibly clinging and clanging all the time, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her fingers was a sky of fathomlessly untainted artistry; whilst at the same time all that she deplorably saw in mine; was nothing else but my signature which adroitly flowed; upon each blank space of the bank and unlimited checkbook, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her forehead was the symbiotic divinity of Omnipotent creation; whilst at the same time all that she wretchedly saw in mine; was nothing else but the birthmark of being the richest; as it was visible to all on the planet except my very own impoverished self, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her underarms was an undefeated ocean of triumphant sweat; whilst at the same time all that she frigidly saw in mine; was nothing else but the fragrance emanating from the best of branded designer and kingly perfumes, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her spine was perennially rekindling electricity; whilst at the same time all that she rapaciously saw in mine; was nothing else but the undyingly glittering and star studded throne; upon which it leaned for countless a lifetime, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her blood was the fire of insuperably united existence; whilst at the same time all that she bizarrely saw in mine; was nothing else but blue blooded nobility; which inexhaustibly circulated through a network of aristocratic veins, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her breath was an inferno of longing that existed even after death; whilst at the same time all that she pathetically saw in mine; was nothing else but the domineering status and authority; to which millions in my kingdom danced all night and day, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her heart was the absolute pinnacle of Immortally celestial love; whilst at the same time all that she sadistically saw in mine; was nothing else but the unimaginable fortune I'd shower solely upon her; in my perpetual state of being an emotional fool….

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Only in my memories…. She was a girl; who wouldn't ever dream of exploiting all those weaknesses of mine; that she'd inevitably come to know after clinging close to my compassionate chest all these years, She was a girl; who knew exactly what to speak to me at the right moment; never even once thwarting my senses with inexplicably stabbing taunts and comments, She was a girl; who wiped each of my tears with her everlasting kisses; standing unflinchingly beside me; in my times of disaster and duress; never making me feel that men hadn't the right to cry, She was a girl; who adroitly knew how to mollify my ravenous palette; cooking every known delicacy under the Sun; to eventually share the same with me; befriending me forever in her silken lap, She was a girl; who never even once criticized me for my bizarrely dwindling finances; stood abreast me like the rock of Gibraltar; when the entire world outside had pounced upon me like an insipid mouse, She was a girl; who listened patiently for hours immemorial to even the most oblivious whisper of my heart; inexhaustibly appreciating me for what I originally was; and not for what the world had made of me in my moments of strife, She was a girl; who idolized my feeling of self respect; never reaching out to even the closest of our kin for help; even though we continued to survive on fragments of rotten measly bread and in the gutter pipe, She was a girl; who left all riches; relatives and everything else on this fathomless Universe; wanting nothing but to only bond with each beat of my fervently wailing heart, She was a girl; who never minded my idiosyncratic shunting of the society and my preposterously eccentric lifestyle; truly commiserating as to what it was like being a fulltime artist and evolving fresh poetic rhyme, She was a girl; who wholeheartedly joined me in my mission of reaching out to every fraternity of living kind; donating even the last ounce of our blood to the betterment of all those breathing under the sky, She was a girl; who wasn't afraid in voicing her opinion if I was unwittingly drifting towards malice; enlightening every subjugated aspect of my existence; with the triumphantly optimistic cadence of her voice, She was a girl; who ardently worshipped me as I did to her; immediately after our prayers first to the Omnipotent Almighty Lord; and to our respective parents who bestowed us with the first scream of life, She was a girl; who would never dream of telling me a lie; never betray me even though I was severely maimed and blind; even as the closest of my blood relation left me for exploring more exciting new 119

vistas of life, She was a girl; who could amazingly comprehend the tiniest of my desires; by glimpsing just for a fraction of a second; into the twinkling whites of my roving eye, She was a girl; who instead of ridiculing me everytime I floundered in life; gave me the invincible Herculean temerity; the inspiration to forever massacre the devil with the undying flame of truth in my soul, She was a girl; who never retaliated even once at the angriest of my outburst; understanding my sporadic frustration; and covering my lips with a billion kisses to metamorphose my fierceness into a cloud of symbiotic love, She was a girl; who gracefully acknowledged my deep and insuperable love for my mother; perfectly knowing that her place was always reigning supreme in each of my immortally volatile heartbeats, She was a girl; who inseparably bonded each breath of hers with mine; whilst it was victoriously living; and even when it started to uncannily stutter to enter into the graveyards of death, She was a girl; who shared my passion of giving birth to as many offsprings as we could; contributing our very best in the newness and ecstatically uninhibited proliferation of the gigantic Universe, She was a girl; who couldn't exist even a minute without my heartbeat close to hers; who most certainly died alive even if I unknowingly drifted my mischievous stare towards another of her kind, She was a girl; who could recognize me wholesomely blindfolded; amongst zillions of other men strolling silently around; just by my fleeting stride; just by the aroma of the most diminutive droplet of sweat on my arms, Unfortunately she was a girl; and would always remain a girl who existed only in my memories-as my ideal life-partner; in today's sacrilegiously robotic and commercially discriminating world outside….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

As you fell into the gorge of Immortal Love… It made you feel as if you were reborn a countless times out of inane nothingness; as the most unassailably euphoric king of all times and with the reins of your compassion brilliantly harnessing the entire planet, It made you feel as if the Sun never ever dolefully set; with the astoundingly ameliorating brightness of exuberant life; perpetually prevailing over every nook and cranny of this majestic planet, It made you feel as if there were fires of untamed passion; profoundly rekindling the surface of lividly limp and frigid water; swirling unfettered towards the highest epitome of fathomless blue sky, It made you feel as if even the most wee hours of morbid midnight; bountifully chanted the mantra of ever-pervading fertility; replenishing each impoverished nerve of existence with the enchantment of creation galore, It made you feel as if each denomination of currency and wealth on the globe was trapped in your outstretched palms; whereas there was nothing but maimed devastation to confront till boundless kilometers of your visage; in pragmatic reality, It made you feel as if even the most aridly acrimonious patches of the desert; bloomed perennially with priceless roses and lilies; and unceasing springs of sparkling water; merrily sprouted from each granule of sweltering sand, It made you feel as if the very definition of inexplicable misery; had forever been erased from the complexion of this boundless earth; although countless of your kind suffered in the agony of horrendous solitariness; just beside your every stride, It made you feel as if there was nothing but the religion of humanity conquering everything on planet earth; although innumerable spat hostile blood on your face every minute; thoroughly quagmired with the discrepancies of religion; caste; creed and kind, It made you feel that there was no significance at all of the word "I" on this motley planet; when infact there was so much to learn and imbibe; from the triumphant goodness lingering in each organisms life, It made you feel that time had come to an absolute standstill; and the most adorable moments of your childhood and life; came galloping back once again to you; to stay for a countless lifetimes, It made you feel that irrespective of whether or not you'd achieved even a single stone in your entire lifetime; you still were the richest organism existing; for speaking the truth and just being your very own original impeccable self, It made you feel the most uncannily inscrutable shivers of adventure; even in the broadest of sweltering daylight; and with the most unscrupulous battalion of cars; traffic and robotically venomous smoke hovering around, 121

It made you feel as if the form of Omnipotent God could be witnessed on every branch; nook; cranny and pebble on earth; though the irrevocably religious society had confined him only to the constraints of the Church; Monastery; Temple and Mosque, It made you feel as if each streak of thunderously silver lightening which fell from sky; reborn you for an infinite births and with the most victorious of visage; wherein all it did was to numb you there and then itself to death before your time, It made you feel as if there was unparalleled sensuality lingering in even the most deadened of corpses; which were nothing but a conglomerate of ghoulishly jinxed bones; fouling in the wretchedly wastrel graveyard, It made you feel as if the entire world ran on the fingertips of the freshly born child; and it was the sheer power in his Omniscient eyes which could melt any heaven or hell; in fractions of seconds alike, It made you feel as if the whole planet was nothing but ramifications of compassion; the voluptuous amalgamation of the male and female form; intertwined invincibly in waves of lust; for centuries unprecedented, It made you feel as if there was nothing beyond your very own breath; as you burnt to a countless tantalizingly excruciating deaths and evolved into a countless forms of benign life; simply in its Omnipotent fire, O! Yes. That's exactly how you and an infinite like you felt; whilst for the first time as you fell; fell and undyingly kept falling into the gorge of Immortal Love…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

Commit this Sin. Again and Again and Again. O! Yes. Entirely and Unstoppably Mad was I . After the inscrutably teasing tresses in your ravishing hair; which inevitably compelled my fingers to come near; caress and timelessly disentangle, O! Yes. Entirely and Fervently Mad was I. After your lusciously inviting lips; which rekindled the fire to live in my scraggily impoverished veins; even as I was buried a countless feet under heartless snow, O! Yes. Entirely and Unsurpassably Mad was I. After your articulately heavenly fingers; which spawned an undefeated gorge of artistry in the complexion of my otherwise robotically bedraggled life, O! Yes. Entirely and limitlessly Mad was I. After the insuperable compassion that enshrouded every ingredient of your blood; for every fraternity and dimension of pricelessly inimitable humanity, O! Yes. Entirely and Unconquerably Mad was I. After your voluptuously enamoring hips; that made even the tiniest element of my persona ecstatically sway; under the impeccably tenacious moonlight, O! Yes. Entirely and Tirelessly Mad was I. After each footprint that you embossed on pristinely moistened soil; which carved the most victoriously infallible trail for me to follow in my penurious life, O! Yes. Entirely and Inexhaustibly Mad was I. After your tantalizingly gyrating belly; which drew me out of my deathly corpse; and into the untamed wilderness to once again sniff freshly exuberant life, O! Yes. Entirely and Irrevocably Mad was I. After your mellifluously tinkling laughter; which made me feel like a prince effortlessly floating in the amiable clouds; for a countless more births of mine, O! Yes. Entirely and Insanely Mad was I. After each droplet of silver sweat that dribbled from your arms; in the transparent mirror of which I could relentlessly stare into the candid intricacies of my life, O! Yes. Entirely and Unrelentingly Mad was I. After each sensuous whisper that emanated from your throat; which quelled even the most truculently unbearable of my misery; into the magical heartbeat of existence, O! Yes. Entirely and Unceasingly Mad was I. After the invincible warmth of your magnetic bosom; in which I found divinely solace; amidst the most tumultuously hideous apocalypses and storms, O! Yes. Entirely and Endlessly Mad was I. After each uncanny goose-bump on your reverberating skin; which triggered the most unassailable infernos of fertility; in all my brain; body and soul, O! Yes. Entirely and Unimaginably Mad was I. After your bountifully Omnipotent palms; in each fold and line of which; was written and rewritten every aspect of my destiny; yet to royally unfurl, O! Yes. Entirely and Bizarrely Mad was I. After your mysteriously intrepid shadow; that fomented me to fantasize beyond the realms of extraordinary utopia; in its shades of insatiably evoking lust, 123

O! Yes. Entirely and Unfathomably Mad was I. After every pinch of soil that you caressed; applying the same consecrated ash now on each of my wounds; to grant them eternal liberation and rest, O! Yes. Entirely and Undyingly Mad was I. After your rustically enchanting simplicity; which forever led me in search of nothing else; but the absolute truth nestling in each ingredient of the planet divine, O! Yes. Entirely and Imperceptibly Mad was I. After your honey laden nape; which made me feel the wealthiest man alive; as I gently nibbled through its nimble catacombs of profound womanhood, O! Yes. Entirely and Unreasonably Mad was I. After your fierily ebullient breath; which never ever let me quit my life; forever enveloping it with rhapsodic desire; blessing it with the invincible essence to survive amongst a pack of wolves; O! Yes. Entirely and Unshakably Mad was I. After every beat that leapt uninhibitedly from your immortal heart; which taught me that there was nothing else but love; in the starting and ending alphabet of life, And now if the worthless world outside says; that falling into madness was committing a dreadfully unpardonable and inconsolable sin; then I for one was ready to commit this sin; again and again and again and again….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

In Return…. I didn't the slightest expect even the most iridescently undefeated of mountaintops; the ultimate apogees of infallibly glittering success; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most majestically twinkling of stars; the unconquerably amiable glimmer that beautifully crowned the night; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most astoundingly proliferating of soil; the tirelessly spawning seeds of eclectically virile freshness; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most inscrutably roaring of oceans; the fathomless swirl of the undyingly towering and insuperable waves; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most torrentially blessing showers of rain; the globules of unparalleled magnificence which mollified every ingredient of emaciated soil; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most tantalizingly nubile seductresses; the rhapsodic wave of enigma which incessantly tingled even the most infinitesimal of my veins; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most indescribably mind-boggling miracles; the amazing evolution of an infinite new civilizations out of sheer and vapid nothingness; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most blazingly unfettered of Sun; the countless rays of Omnipotent light which vanquished every bit of inexplicable disaster; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most boundless granaries of nectar; the exotically unparalleled sweetness which harmoniously quelled every agonizing fire of life; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most unsurpassable stretch of the heavenly sky; the truest miracle depicting the vastness of God's Omnipresent creation; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most endless landscapes of pristine ice; the impeccable garland of priceless white that quintessentially adorned the mountain side; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most inimitably enamoring of pearls; the ecstatically virgin shimmer that granted bounteous fantasy for an unfathomable more lifetimes, in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most gloriously unchallengeable of laurels; the perpetual tunes of plaudits drifting left; right; center and in every conceivable pore of atmosphere; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most unimaginably gigantic territories of land; the footsteps of uninhibited romance emanating from every direction; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most unshakably powerful of 125

fortresses; the rawness of united power demonstrated magnificently at every step; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most undyingly replenished of treasuries; the signature of stinking wealth which could virtually buy anything on this planet today; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most immortal spells of life; the heaven where there was absolutely not the tiniest trace of gorily asphyxiating death; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most blessedly kingly destiny lines of life; the magical routes which led to nothing else but sparkling prosperity; in return for it, If only; you gave me each beat of your immortally compassionate heart; in return for every corresponding beat of my heart; which inexhaustibly throbbed for you and only you; forever and ever and ever in my chest's goldmine…

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True History shall forever be created… No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most ferociously untamed battlefield; where a zillion unflinchingly brave soldiers; were ready to shed their lives anytime for their motherland, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the tumultuously rattling earthquakes; which wholesomely changed the topography of this earth; with mountains and ferocious seas suddenly arising out of sheer nothingness, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most revolutionary charged elections; which promised to dramatize the abysmally dwindling political scenario, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even at the ultimate summit of Mount Everest; with living bodies entirely naked; infallibly greeting the very first rays of royal dawn, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as your past; present and future were foretold; as accurately as the god's had written it; by someone whom you were meeting for the first time in your impoverished life, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as paradise engulfed every cranny of this devastated earth today; with even the most infinitesimal monument of misery transforming itself into a sky of eternal happiness, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of romantically stormy sea; wherein each wave carried the innermost fantasy of your soul; to perennially unite with the seductively enamoring moonlight, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as it torrentially rained for endless number of nights and days; when there was just nothing else but water; to eat; breathe; sleep and exist for every organism alive, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as unparalleled gigantic Dinosaurs ruled this earth; irrefutably perpetuating their supremacy to every perceivable cranny on the globe; nonchalantly pulverizing whosoever who dared came their way; to insipid fragments of ash, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as man reached every existing planet in the cosmos; making full and judicious use of technology; and thereby spuriously feeling as if he were just next to God, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as spiritual leaders unstoppably recited the sacrosanct religious books of every religion on earth; sermonizing the verses of God to fathomless living and dead on the planet, 127

No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as every single tree on this earth was ruthlessly felled by bawdily corrupt man; to erect unceasing jungles of corporate concrete upon the foundations of innocent natural life, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most apocalyptic volcanoes; when countless territories of land and innocent man; evaporated into ludicrous oblivion; under the fury of vindictively unabashed lava, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as devilishly nomadic man; beheaded innumerable live children; sacrilegiously placing their impeccable scalps infront of the deity; in order to immortalize himself with the fabric of life, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as every mirror on the trajectory of this Universe shattered into a billion pieces; as soon as you held it infront of your face; lividly demonstrating yourself to be the most venerated superpower on planet divine, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as man sadistically sold even the carcasses of his century old and dead ancestors; digging their tombs to feed their bones and skull to the monstrously growling; witches and pigs, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as countless women unthinkably plunged themselves into burning pyres soon after their husbands; embracing voluntarily barbarous death in honor of their soul mates who were no longer alive, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as human being articulately maneuvered the nexus of almost everything in this commercial planet; on a singleton minuscule computer microchip, Sadly, whereas it miserably failed to create the slightest in any of the above. True History was; is and shall forever be created everytime you gave the tiniest beat of your heart to others; everytime you melanged with the humanitarian spirit to survive; everytime you tried to altruistically unite the entire planet into the religion of oneness; everytime you fell in love….

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The Dress in Pure and Powerful Black… The dress to unsurpassably thrill her; lift her to infinite altitude from her nimble feet; as she was plaintively traversing through bland patches of erratically cut green grass, The dress to uncannily excite her; metamorphose even the most disparagingly infertile of her moods; into a eternally ardent and royal proliferation, The dress to timelessly enchant her; rouse even the most cadaverously limp follicle of hair on her skin; to beyond the epitome of Everest; in the revitalizing stillness of the atmosphere, The dress to majestically silence her; quell even the most insouciant of her apprehensions; with the invincible magic of profound charisma and compassionate royalty, The dress to perennially magnetize her; perpetuate even the most ephemerally fluttering of shadow; to follow and forever entwine with the essence of your personality, The dress to inimitably impress her; tirelessly evoke the most inscrutable tingling in her flesh; an unstoppable yearning in her chest to embrace every quarter of your demeanor, The dress to uncontrollably triumph her; attain perpetual victory over her silken countenance; as she nimbly surrendered even the most ethereal of her intimate senses to your unconquerably handsome swirl, The dress to timelessly conquer her; leave an intransigent impression of your wondrously fervent personality; upon every globule of fiery sweat that dribbled down her ecstatic skin, The dress to effortlessly liberate her; wholesomely emptying even the most disastrously maiming of her tensions into sheer nothingness; as she solely floated in the aisles of untamed desire, The dress to inadvertently capture her; eventually gather complete control over even the most oblivious insinuations of her shadow; as she helplessly melted deeper and deeper into the blacks of your piercing eyes, The dress to inexplicably provoke her; trigger the dormant labyrinths of creative energy entrapped in her spirit; to unlimitedly fulminate into an unceasing festoon of miraculous innovation, The dress to undyingly fascinate her; foment her to fantasize beyond the realms of the mundane; and till the last cloud that hovered on the blissfully golden horizons, The dress to unchallangably win her; infallibly draw even the most imperturbable part of her persona towards your undefeated masculinity; even in the most invisibly flickering of light, The dress to pricelessly cast a spell on her; make her minutely feel even the most unexplored of your vibrant imagery; through heart-renderingly poignant telepathy, The dress to reincarnate the artist in her; granting fresh life to the 129

haplessly dead tombs of virility in her soul; as she unabashedly let nectar to slip from each pore of her body; and blend with every single ingredient of the atmosphere, The dress to effulgently impregnate her; replenish every aspect of her drearily impoverished existence; with everything that was beautifully and merrily abounding on this uninhibited planet, The dress to insuperably propose her; with a surety of nothing else but 'yes' rebounding back from the swish of her tongue; as majestically kissed the farthest finger of her queenly hands, The dress to phlegmatically reborn her; inevitably make her rise from her languid corpse; unfathomably flustered by the sheer size and enigmatic shades of your larger than life personality, Was. O! Yes undoubtedly was. The Dress in Pure and Powerful Black. In the Pure blackness of the voluptuously embellished and sensuously blessed night….

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TOO ROMANTIC IS TOO GOOD

Too sad is too bad; as it wholesomely annihilates traces of exuberant energy from every domain of the body, Too mysterious is too bad; as it imprisons a boundless myriad of explosive emotions deep within the fast diminishing soul, Too angry is too bad; as it baselessly assassinates all the prudent sagaciousness lingering in your ingenious mind, Too shy is too bad; as it indefatigably tries to conceal the truly flamboyant identity of a man, Too dirty is too bad; as the obnoxiously hovering germs pertinently conflicted with the process of blossoming ebullience, Too starved is too bad; as the unprecedented pangs of hunger in the stomach decimate all chances of plunging forward euphorically, Too fast is too bad; as the Almighty Lord's mesmerizing process of evolution remains incomplete, Too morbid is too bad; as it pulverizes the island of overwhelming bliss into wisps of treacherous nothingness, Too smart is too bad; as it disdainfully kills the immaculate child perpetually floating in your crystalline eyes, Too dependant is too bad; as it ruthlessly rips apart your dynamic integrity from its very indomitable roots, Too hysterical is too bad; as it makes you uncouthly mute to sorrow; during the course of your future life to unveil, Too negative is too bad; as it pathetically massacres the wave of irrefutable optimism immortally enveloping your righteous conscience, Too manipulative is too bad; as it drifts you further and further away from the insurmountably sacrosanct lap of your revered mother, Too nervous is too bad; as it foments you to commit blunders in things; which you could have irrevocably owned above the rest, Too wealthy is too bad; as it perpetuates you to become savagely oblivious to your intrinsic rudiments 131

of existence, Too powerful is too bad; as it engenders you to suck the blood of your fellow compatriots; whom God had created you equal with, Too malicious is too bad; as it relentlessly coaxes you to hate every entity possessing a shade more than you, Too suspicious is too bad; as it triggers you to relinquish and betray the everlasting love of your life, Too punctual is too bad; as it diabolically snaps apart the uncanny excitement descending every unfurling instant; as you walked on the streets, But too romantic is too good; as it makes you feel alive beyond your own self; as it makes you feel alive for the most fulfilling mission for which God sent you upon on planet earth…..

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THE MOST IMMORTAL OF THEM ALL The Sun might be flamboyant; sizzling dilapidated portions of the earth with its festoon of grandiloquently blistering rays; but you are the most flamboyant of them all, The flower might be fragrant; diffusing its stupendously exotic redolence to thoroughly dwindling souls; but you are the most fragrant of them all, The stars might be fabulously resplendent; shimmering their pearly rays in the ocean of perpetual darkness; but you are the most resplendent of them all, The thunderbolts of white lightening might be vivacious; impregnating infernos of insatiable desire into lifeless souls; but you are the most vivacious of them all, The crimson clouds in the boundless cosmos might be mystical; as one sighted them nostalgically reminiscing times of immaculate birth; but you are the most mystical of them all, The protuberant crested sparrow might be boisterous; frolicking in the aisles of uninhibited rhapsody; but you are the most boisterous of them all, The sheets of impeccably glistening ice might be seductive; melting into a melodious stream of voluptuous water; but you are the most seductive of them all, The mountain of unsurpassable salt embodied in the undulating waves might be tangy; disseminating into a fountain of exuberant froth as it bounced on the shores; but you are the most tangy of them all, The summit of the hill might be incredulously fascinating; overlooking into a fathomless myriad of breathtaking scenery; but you are the most fascinating of them all, The fortress of pure stone might be invincible; withstanding the most acrimonious of onslaughts with astounding solidarity; but you are the most invincible of them all, The royally oligarchic castle might be unfathomably majestic; with its walls radiating a profusely captivating sheen under milky moonlight; but you are the most majestic of them all, The shadow might be enigmatically enchanting; incarcerating even the most morose in its inexplicably tingling swirl; but you are the most enigmatic of them 133

all, The sprawling meadows of verdant grass might be romantic; surreptitiously fostering two lovers away from the monotonous world; but you are the most romantic of them all, The webs of golden honey trickling from the beehive might be profoundly sweet; marvelously pacifying the most scorchingly traumatized throats; but you are the most sweetest of them all, The dream might be fantastically innovative; supremely rejuvenating the horrendously dreary nerves of the exhausted brain; but you are the most innovative of them all, The child might be innocent; with his overwhelmingly mischievous smile imprisoning the hearts of even the most diabolically dictatorial; but you are the most innocent of them all, The dog might be incomprehensibly faithful to his master; incessantly following him wherever he went irrespective of his mind-boggling poverty; but you are the most faithful of them all, The breath might be insurmountably Omnipotent; instilling traces of indispensably volatile life in every organism tangible and alive; but you are the most Omnipotent of them all, The Mother might be sacrosanct; bearing me 9 months in her celestial womb so that I could be what I was today; but you are the most sacrosanct of them all, And the heart might be immortal; refraining to cease its fulminating battalion of beats even centuries after its death; but let me tell you O! beloved; that you were the most immortal of them all…….

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SOMETIMES Sometimes more tender than a new born child; nostalgically remembering those moments when it was just born, Sometimes as ferocious as thunderbolts of lightening in the sky; capsizing everyone around; in the tumultuous agony of its insatiable desire…. Sometimes more mystical than the dungeons infinite feet beneath obdurate soil; harboring a festoon of secrets impossible to comprehend, Sometimes as candid as a mirror; blurting out its innermost of feelings like a parrot on a talking spree…. Sometimes more colorful than the resplendent rainbow in the cosmos; disseminating its myriad of boundless colors to every entity on this planet, Sometimes as dolorous as the dying soul; painstakingly withering away towards its inevitably horrendous grave… Sometimes more blistering than the fulminating volcano; casting its enchanting spell on every philanthropic being on this globe, Sometimes as cowardly as the worm; disappearing into its diminutive den; as the slightest insinuation of fading light…. Sometimes more fast than the cyclonic whirlwind; instilling a wave of ebullient euphoria in every pathetically diminishing body, Sometimes as reticent as the infinitesimally silent whisper; which even it didn’t posses the capacity to hear….. Sometimes more fathomless than the entire richness of this world; sharing its priceless forms with all who badly needed it, Sometimes as slithering miserly in the caves of nothingness; begging for mercy; to whomsoever who came its way…. Sometimes more invincible than the most ultimate point of existence; sequestering the righteous from each conceivable acrimonious storm, Sometimes as collapsing like a pack of burnt cards; even before the wind blew a trifle its way…. Sometimes more divinely than the Creator who evolved it; incarcerating all the mesmerizing beauty of this 135

planet in its inner most core, Sometimes as dastardly as the diabolical devil; advancing menacingly towards the destruction of living kind…. O! yes the HUMAN HEART, was Sometimes more passionate than the gift called life; perpetually bonding those who loved each other for immortal times, While Sometimes as treacherous as the satanic scorpion; betraying its own beats; which it once upon a time irrefutably adored….

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I WAS SURE TO FALL IN LOVE I was scared to look into your eyes; as I was sure drown in the river of their mesmerizing enchantment, I was scared to look at your lips; as I was sure to blend with their tantalizingly seductive softness, I was scared to look at your hair; as I was sure to float with their exuberantly vivacious caress, I was scared to look at your cheeks; as I was sure to kiss their rubicund sweetness till times beyond eternity, I was scared to look at your lashes; as I was sure to flirt in the aisles of desire; till the time I wholesomely forgot my own entity, I was scared to look at your palms; as I was sure to make your euphorically adventurous destiny; each part of my life, I was scared to look at your sweat; as I was sure to run my fingers in rampant frenzy through the mystical trails it traversed, I was scared to look at your feet; as I was sure to bow down in timid obeisance till the time I relinquished my most minuscule of air, I was scared to look at your forehead; as I was sure to abdicate all memory and learning; relentlessly trying to decipher the lines between your brow, I was scared to look at your yawn; as I was sure to transit into a unfathomably heavenly reverie; catapulting to the times right back when I was an impeccable child, I was scared to look at your drifting voice; as I was sure to bury myself infinite feet beneath the earth; profoundly absorbed in its enthralling melody, I was scared to look at your belly; as I was sure to emancipate all my appetite for food; indefatigably feeling the enigmatic rhythm of your skin as it celestially rose and fell, I was scared to look at your shadow; as I was sure to leave my soul forever; bonding with its stupendously mystical aura for moments beyond imagination, I was scared to look at your ears; as I was sure to sketch their milky rhapsody in the inner most walls of my conscience; with the blood that surged with newness through my veins, I was scared to look at your neck; as I was sure to wholesomely forget the art of turning; irrefutably 137

agglutinated by the trail of unprecedented fascination it left as it moved, I was scared to look at your smile; as I was sure to become a complete alien to the pragmatic realities of monotonous life; profusely admiring its gorgeously mischievous contours that ran till the sky, I was scared to look at your footprint; as I was sure to cherish it as the most sacred wealth in this Universe; following it till I met my ultimate grave, I was scared to look at your breath; as I was sure to then stop breathing from the atmosphere; inhaling its divinely aroma instead, And I was scared to look at your heart; as I was sure that I would fall in love; which got immortally deeper and deeper as each second unveiled….

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NEVER SAY DIE Say that I was a coward; running faster than the speed of white light; at the most minuscule premonition of danger, Say that I looked horrendously ugly; repugnantly wading off even my reflection away from my entity, Say that I was overwhelmingly penurious; starving to unprecedented limits; in the realms of my dilapidated hutment, Say that I was oblivious of the art of love; staring like an insane moron into bare bits of disdainfully monotonous space, Say that I was astronomically dirty; dissipating an ocean of treacherous filth on every path I tread, Say that I was an inconspicuous mosquito; a transiently fleeting reflection which disappeared even before it had appeared, Say that I was salaciously lecherous parasite; sucking blood indiscriminately from whomsoever who encountered me in my way, Say that I was mockingly blind in the most dazzling of sunlight; tripping pathetically towards remote wisps of oblivion, Say that I was full of malevolent fantasies; wishing insidiously evil as soon as people turned their innocuous backs, Say that I was insurmountably haggard; resembling a hoarsely whimpering beggar; even in the most majestic of my suit, Say that I was appallingly dumb; without a voice of my own; even though provoked beyond the point of satanic control, Say that I was an unscrupulous rascal; philandering aimlessly on the streets; when in reality I toiled even after midnight; to assimilate fodder for the entire house, Say that I was a diabolical assassin; rampantly massacring innocent scalps; for frugal wads of sleazy money, Say that I was a replica of the preposterously fat elephant; evoking everyone to laugh as they sighted my 139

erratically funny caricature, Say that I was an acrimonious desert; without harboring the slightest trace of love or poignant empathy, Say that I was a decayed stalk of shriveled mushroom; being blown worse than a whisker; down the slopes of the lanky mountain, Say that I was a hideously menacing drunkard; mumbling incoherently for times immemorial; even though I drank nothing but pure water all my life, Say that I was the most torturous of all husbands; meting my personal frustration on your rubicund skin; when infact you had incarcerated me in a blanket of blood coated chains; since the time we had tied the nuptial thread, Say that I didn’t know the way to live; howling like an imbecile dog; tearing my hair in the heart of the boisterously bustling lane, And say anything you like O! beloved; condemning me beyond the boundaries of incomprehensible imagination; give me infinite deaths crucifying me with daggers of your hatred; BUT FOR HEAVEN SAKE NEVER SAY DIE……

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JUST A MINUTE AGO Just a minute ago you were bouncing merrily in my palms; shouting euphorically with the full cry of life, While at the present moment you lay without budging a single inch; staring in mute silence towards clouds drifting solitarily in open space. Just a minute ago you were smiling to your heart's content kissing me profusely on my lips; pinching my cheeks in flirtatious excitement, While at the present moment you transited into an invincible slumber; with your mouth partially open; rampantly inhaling all dirt suspended in the gloomy atmosphere. Just a minute ago you were recounting to me innocuous tales of your childhood; the moments of mischief that had their mystical spell forever on your vivacious countenance, While at the present moment you incorrigibly refrained to speak at all; as pools of ghastly saliva dribbled from the corner of your mouth. Just a minute ago you were chanting your cloud of fantasies to me; the dwelling which you so inexorably wished for both of us to stay in together, While at the present moment you stared for eternity into my eyes; with the toys held in your fingers tumbling in incoherent unison on the cold ground. Just a minute ago you were pummeling me in my ribs; cheekily cracking the most weirdest of jokes you could salvage from your repertoire, While at the present moment you embraced the soil like a lackluster leaf; with your conglomerate of hair sprawled into a gruesomely bedraggled heap. Just a minute ago you sang in magnificent tandem with the exuberantly drifting wind; blending your sound superbly with each beat of mine, While at the present moment you wholesomely failed to respond the most thunderous of my shouts; as the color of your skin metamorphosed from a rubicund pink to a gory yellow. Just a minute ago you were rampantly perceiving the names of our first child; with the bulky book depicting the same unveiled handsomely in your petite fingers, 141

While at the present moment you collapsed with a sigh on your knees; with an overwhelmingly heavy layer of dust settling on your enchanting face. Just a minute ago you were proudly assimilating your hard earned possessions; basking in the glory of the scintillating jewelry that adorned your immaculately voluptuous skin, While at the present moment you lay like a scarecrow with ominous vultures in vicinity hovering above you; and the urges in your body now coalescing perpetually with obsolete wisps of oblivion.. And just a minute ago you were securely alive in my compassionate arms; with your tantalizingly soft breath drowning me into whirlpools of exotic desire; with your ravishing demeanor stupefying me to the most unprecedented limits, While at the present moment you had left me forever to rest in the land of Almighty Creator; and no matter how much I cried; I knew you'd only be in my dreams; and not by my side….

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PLEASE COME SOON Sheets of fascination wholesomely blinded my eyes; engulfing them with thunderbolts of exotic excitement, Waves of insurmountable passion flowed rampantly through my blood; permeating me every minute like a quiver full of stinging arrows, An ocean of enchantment lingered insatiably in the corridors of my mind; transiting me into a state of rhapsodic slumber, Springs of sweet honey dribbled tantalizingly down my throat; titillating me beyond the point of no control, Cloudbursts of mesmerizing fantasy enveloped my persona from head to toe; imprisoning me in the swirl of tumultuously poignant desire, A river of perspiration trickled passionately down my chin; escalating me to a place infinite kilometers over paradise, A garden of stupendously fabulous scent descended ferociously down my nostrils; virtually swiping my feet in a surreal dream from the surface of earth, Clouds of overwhelmingly fervent longing encircled my eyelashes; fomenting them to drool down in timid submission, Fountains of astronomical mysticism embedded my soul; drowning me inevitably into a lake of alluring enigma and incomprehensible charm, An inexorable tenacity to explore encapsulated my fists and fingers; evoking me to draw boundless myriad of incoherent forms; with frenzied movements on the glistening sands, A beehive of captivating mirages deluged my imagination; engendering me to think beyond the fathomlessly extraordinary, rainbows of compassion entrenched my conscience; enticing me at a velocity faster than that of light; towards the entirely unknown, Tornado's of unbelievable attraction blew towards my facial contours; making me wholesomely oblivious to the rapid unfurling of time, Pearls of untamed jubilation danced euphorically in my belly; reaching an ultimate crescendo; as I caressed my body lazily on the chocolate brown ground, Dagger heads of poignant belonging drifted down my 143

rubicund cheeks; inundating them with a tinge more voluptuous than the supremely redolent rose, An island of uncanny emotions placidly nestled in my veins; welling up thunderously towards eternity as each second speedily zipped by, A meadow of emphatically seductive feelings possessed every action I executed; propelling me to surge forward with unrestricted exhilaration, And each beat of my violently palpitating heart; cried aloud to witness your ingratiatingly royal countenance, Please do come soon; for I was about to exhale my last breath without you; Please do come soon; bond your breath with mine O! Beloved….

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MY HEART DICTATED ME My legs dictated me to run; chase her reflection till the point it became entirely invisible; blending with the ethereally fading horizons, My eyes dictated me to sight; admire her mesmerizing countenance for hours immemorial; drown myself into the river of voluptuous charm that lay trapped beneath her skin, My lips dictated me to sing; keep on incessantly evolving rhymes and tunes to stupendously please her enamoring visage, My hands dictated me to caress; run rampantly through her mass of supremely seductive hair; shiver with inexplicable excitement as they brushed across her immaculate complexion, My ears dictated me to listen; profoundly blend myself with her enthralling voice; stretch myself to the most mightiest of limits to decipher even the faintest traces of rhapsodic ecstasy in her sound, My mind dictated me to fantasize; try and conceive her in the most incredulous forms that existed on this Universe; philander uninhibitedly with her majestic grace; through mystical lanes sandwiched well beneath the towering mountains, My teeth dictated me to inexorably chatter; tremble in unsurpassable trepidation crouched like a potato on her divinely doorstep; ardently waiting for her to arrive in timid submission, My nose dictated me to smell; profusely coalesce myself with her enchanting fragrance; fill my appetite for marathon hours that unveiled in the day; inhaling the ravishing that wafted from her impeccable countenance, My bones dictated me to dexterously move; in order to save her sacrosanct visage; from the minutest of evil suspended in the air circumventing her, My eyelashes dictated me to bat; render myself in innocuous submission; in front of her heavenly demeanor; transiting me way back into joyfully innocent childhood, My tongue dictated me to lick; clean every iota of 145

path she was about to tread on and celestially purify; with my stream of passionately dribbling and volatile saliva, My nails dictated me to probe; nimbly trail down her nape; to thunderously ignite the waves of unconquerable compassion between our blessed entities, My arm dictated me to dig; adroitly pave the foundations of our dwelling; construct it with formidable brick and stone; for us to blissfully reside during the remainder of our destined life, My shoulders dictated me to carry her philanthropically magnanimous body; protect her from even the most inconspicuous shadow of danger; perilously lurking behind her ravishing form, My throat dictated me to leap and bounce; gasp in incomprehensible ebullience; with its Adams apple swirling more vivaciously than the volcano; the moment it witnessed her fabulously fascinating grace, My lungs dictated me to stay silent; create an ambience of perpetual solitude; so that she didn’t get disturbed the slightest in her spell of unimaginably intense concentration, My skin dictated me to tremble in boisterous excitement; shiver more hysterically than freezing snow in the peak of blazing summer; in order to welcome her Kingly persona with diminutive humility, My conscience dictated me to immortally bond with her sacred soul; stand taller than the skies beside her; whenever she needed me, And my heart dictated me to love her; embed this existing life of hers with so much care; that it was more than what anybody could ever possibly muster; even in infinite lives….

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MORE THAN GOD COULD HAVE MISSED EARTH Your voice seemed to me a supremely obfuscated blur; although you were standing at whisker lengths from my body; screaming hysterically into my sensitive eardrum, Your footsteps seemed to me like a frigidly lazy yawn; although you were tumultuously banging your bohemian feet across the savagely metallic floor, Your laughter seemed to me like lame ducks floating on the docile pond; although you were thunderously chortling into loud guffaws as you watched the clown fall down, Your eyes seemed to me like dark clouds hovering in dull consternation; although you were staring ferociously towards my visage as if planning to eat me for nocturnal supper, Your dance seemed to me like the dead squirrel lying on the stone since ages; although you were vivaciously swishing your bones to stridently blaring sleazy music, Your hands seemed to me like flimsy spider webs; although you were clapping them ardently under the mid day Sun, Your clothes seemed to me like vaguely obsolete shadows; although you had adorned your demeanor in fabulously glittering attire, Your lips seemed to me like squelched and frivolously light pulp; although you had embellished them with garish lipstick; were pursing them indefatigably as each minute unveiled by, Your hair seemed to me like decayed strands of the morbid broomstick; although you flirtatiously fluttered them at thin distances from my cheeks, Your fingers seemed to me like evanescently buried fossils; although you had flooded them with incredulous strings of scintillating diamonds and pearls, Your tongue seemed to me like lifeless tiger skin suspended dolorously from the ceiling; although you cheekily moved it inside your mouth umpteenth number of times in a single minute, Your sweat seemed to me like a transiently fading mirage melting at electric speeds as the seconds unfurled by; although you let it pour poignantly upon my eye as you conversed boisterously by my side, 147

Your feet seemed to me like the miserably evaporating waterfall lasting for only frugal periods after the monsoons; although you had encompassed them in alluring chains of white silver; audaciously struck your big toe in the center of my chest, Your skin seemed to me like fermented milk rotting in open space since ages; although you had inundated it with overwhelmingly austere rose scent; and it glowed more tenaciously than the moon had ever shone, Your nails seemed to me like old frogs croaking in timid submission just before their death; although you had pruned them meticulously with contemporary times; vibrantly cuddled my soft cheeks with your piquantly painted nail polish, Your ears seemed to me like colorless pools of saliva loitering on the dusty street; although you had decorated their dainty periphery with opulent jewelry; dangled them seductively before my face, Your belly seemed to me like charred firewood; nimbly smoldering embers of subsiding fire; although you had enveloped it in mesmerizing silk; gyrated it voluptuously to captivate my attention, Your height seemed to me like the diminutively inconspicuous dwarfs; although you trespassed on spiffy heels; stood at a handsome stature from the nonchalantly flat ground, Your bangles seemed to me like infinitesimal beads of orphaned cotton; although you shook them vehemently near my ears; permeating the still ambience around with volcanic noise, And I am profoundly sorry to say O! beloved that all I was able to make out of you was a blurred and a slim mosquito; unable to appreciate your alluring charisma and royal grace, As I gawked at your persona in open mouthed amazement; missing you perhaps more than God could have missed this earth when you were gone; was infact meeting you after 3 torturously complete days…

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BIND US TOGETHER The moment she was with me I shouted at her stringently; showing her my fists in indignation, But I realized it only when she went off to sleep; that I craved to speak to her; missed the bustling noise of her footsteps. The moment she was with me I teased her unrelentingly; scowled at her making ungainly faces, But I realized it only when she went out shopping; that I longed for her like anything; desperately craved to hear the melody in her voice. The moment she was with me I kept scratching my hair; hardly paying attention to the activities she recited of the day, But I realized it only when she talked the same to her alien friends; that how inquisitive I was to hear it passionately from her mouth. The moment she was with me I castigated all attempts of hers to tie my shoelace; portraying myself to be a perfect man, But I realized it only when she went to mothers place; as to how inevitably I needed her; and what a child I became in her absence. The moment she was with me I shrug the food she made; declaring it to be bland and tasteless, But I realized it only when she fed the same lovingly to the servants; as to how much I cherished each meal she prepared. The moment she was with me I revolted vehemently that she snored; not letting me sleep blissfully for even a single minute, But I realized it only when she slept in the lawns; as to how much I missed her caress; the ardor in her breath that intermingled with mine. The moment she was with me I protruded my tongue at her for not bathing; admonishing her for flooding my nostrils with a smell like rotten tomato, But I realized it only when she walked out of the house in anger; that I found the most exotic of perfume to be raw dirt in front of her perspiration. The moment she was with me I pointed fingers at her eyes; saying that she was horrendously squint, But I realized it only when she closed them abruptly at me; as to how mesmerizing were her lashes; the poignant empathy that they oozed out every unfurling 149

second. The moment she was with me I told her to dismiss off from my presence; leaving me alone to delve in my world of fantasy, But I realized it only when she exited; that my dreams ended there and then; and each pore of my body cried for her in agony. Therefore this is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; please don’t separate us ever, For she was my blood and I was her breath; and we would die a gruesome death to take birth again as lovers; if you didn’t BIND US IN THIS LIFE TOGETHER…

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WHEN I LOST MY LOVE I DROWNED MYSELF in large beer cans of alcohol, Lay the whole night on desolate sands of the beach, Traversed bare feet through scorching territories of stone ground, Sang nostalgic rhymes while kissing the winter breeze, Grew strands of unruly beard on the immaculate skin of my face, Stared unrelentingly all night at the cameo of twinkling stars, Consumed food abstemiously with occasional sips of soiled water, Erupted with volatile outbursts of anger at the slightest of provocation, Walked at languid pace with the acerbic sun filtering through my eyes, Wore pure suits of torn jute blended with cheap pieces of leather, Lambasted myself with incessant strokes of the whiplash at dawn, Distributed all my affluence to the needy and impoverished, Disposed my smoke Grey sedan in fathomless waters of the ocean, Burnt all novels which contained even minuscule traces of romance, Refrained to cast frivolous glances the charismatic passing by, Sequestered myself from pragmatic realities of life, spending life like a relic in a dilapidated barn, Ploughed the earth with my pickaxe shovel; the only means of survival, There was a time I had bounced radiantly; blooming with life, While at the present moment though; I sobbed all day and sinister night, As I no longer possessed the power to win back my love, To shrug of the obliteration's and make her forever mine.

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WHEN IN LOVE Even if you slapped me hard in my cheek; mercilessly whipping the succulent flesh of my body, I would still bow down my head in obeisance; proclaim vociferously to the world that I loved you. Even if you spat on me loads of your tangy saliva; castigating me openly amidst scores of civilians; for the most inadvertent of my mistakes, I would still offer you a glass of spring water to mollify your anger; say audaciously that I loved you. Even if you starved me of food for the entire day; refraining to cast an amicable look in my direction, I would still endeavor my best to make you frivolously smile; trying to enlighten the pallid atmosphere; declare without hesitancy that I loved you. Even if you made me polish the dilapidated floors till they shone like mirrors; dictatorially commanded me to wipe your shoes, I would still worship your feet in due reverence; whisper to the obdurate brick walls that I loved you. Even if you made me iron your ostentatious clothes; dressing me in threadbare sacs of corrugated jute, I would still engulf you with the extra rag on my body; when you were shivering; sobbing hysterically in front of you to convey that I loved you. Even if you shut your eyes when I confronted you; smirking haughtily when I tried to utter the most diminutive of sound, I would still carry you to your bed when your dreary toes floundered to hold their weight on the ground; kiss you gently on your lips to portray I loved you. Even if you deliberately snapped off my car brakes; making sure I met with a ghastly accident the next time I drove, I would still utter your name while lying submerged in pools of greasy blood; shout as hard as I could expend my lungs to say that I loved you. Even if you wished derogatory for me night and day; ominously stared at 152

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me for no fault of mine, I would still pray to the creator to impregnate your life with bountiful riches; ubiquitously disclose that I loved you. Even if you pushed me from the aircraft hovering at an unprecedented altitude in the clouds; waiting anxiously to witness the scenario of my inevitable death, I would still smile compassionately at you; fervently hoping to witness your grace again in the next birth; unanimously declare to all that I loved you before I relinquished breath. Do you want to know the secret behind my blatantly irrational behavior; the cause for my uninhibited sacrifice, Well its simply this darling; that I had loved you intensely since the moment I first saw you, And WHEN IN LOVE; I only knew to chivalrously give; for the moment I asked you to grant me favors in return; I would be christened as the "biggest beggar".

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IN ORDER TO REPAIR In order to repair the broken door; what was required was a plethora of finely chiseled nails; along with an adroit carpenter, In order to repair the tumbledown television; what was required was a maze of intricate wires; and the services of a technician, In order to repair the severely corrugated road; what was required was bountiful amounts of fresh mud; to be scrupulously compacted by the gigantic bulldozer, In order to repair the shoddy shoe; what was required was strong spools of thread; and a metallic bodkin to meticulously stitch the same, In order to repair the fragile economy of the country; what was required was a stringent dictator; who thoroughly refrained from indulging into the most inconspicuous of malpractice; shirked his face away from taking bribe, In order to repair the houses flooded with the onslaught of stormy coastal waves; what was required was to evacuate the afflicted from the tyranny of sea, In order to repair the dilapidated car; what was required was a host of scintillating spare parts; and a drum replete with lubricant oil, In order to repair the punctured tier; what was required was a few bellows of compressed air; which lay incarcerated in the hand pump, In order to repair the contemporary timepiece; what was required was a pair of lead batteries; engendering white current to flow, In order to repair the shattered mirror; what was required was long pieces of pellucid glass; along with a rotund bottle of sticky glue, In order to repair the disheveled painting; what was required was an artist blending it with vibrant colors from his brush; transforming its complexion into virtually new, In order to repair raw wounds oozing blood; what was required was a sprinkle of emollient antiseptic, In order to repair the gaping hole in the wall; what was required was articulately sculptured bricks; which could fill the same to 154

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perfection, In order to repair the discarded aircraft; what was required was to refuel it with gasoline; strengthen its tapered wings, In order repair burnt hair adorning the scalp; what was required was to tonsure the scalp entirely; to facilitate brand new clusters to grow, In order to repair the torn parchment of bonded paper; what was required was adhesive tape which held the sheet in a vice like grip, In order to repair the earthquake stricken edifices; what was required was to dismantle them completely; replacing them with fresh ones having superior resistance to shock, In order to repair the smashed web of the spider; what was required was to feed the beast with lots of insect; thereby granting it strength to spin another one, In order to repair wholesome darkness prevailing on this earth; what was required was the omnipotent light of courage shining unrelentingly, And in order to repair my broken heart; what was required was a girl who could love me intensely; make me oblivious to the horrendous anecdotes and my miseries of the past.

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THE ARROW OF LOVE When an arrow of barbaric iron struck me on my chest; rivulets of blood trickled down rampantly, Soft portions of flesh were brutally invaded; and I emitted loud screams of anguish under my vanishing breath. When an arrow of glittering gold struck me perilously close to my ribs; I initially felt elated at witnessing the opulence embedded, However after a while the beats of my heart reduced dramatically; and an uncanny numbness seemed to be encompassing my persona. When an arrow of acrimonious thorns struck me in my eye; I felt a sudden gush of blindness encroach upon my silhouette, The world now seemed an obfuscated blur of its original self; and I now sighted the dazzling sun in the sky as gruesomely black. When an arrow of piquant chili struck me in the center of my nostrils; I experienced fuming sensations engulf my breath, Eloped as fast as my skinny legs could carry me; to dip my burnt skin in revitalizing water. When an arrow of obnoxious tobacco struck me on my lips; the derogatory odor made me inevitably cough, Some of the derogatory powder had also entered my intricate intestines; and I vomited out the poisonous extract with my inebriated eyes feebly closing down. When an arrow of resplendent silver struck me in my legs; I at the onset appreciated the gleam and accentuated shine, Although after a few seconds had elapsed; collapsed in a bedraggled heap on the stony floor; unable to bear the tyranny anymore. When an arrow of pointed glass struck me in my face; indiscriminately permeating through my cheek, I felt as if stabbed by millions of scorpion tails; lost holistic consciousness instantaneously succumbing to the mighty onslaught. When an arrow of golden honey struck me on my rotund stomach; this time I felt 156

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no pain not even the slightest of discomfort, However with rising of the next dawn; a conglomerate of parasites and leech had camouflaged my skin from the world; greedily sucking the nectar as well as long pieces of my bone. When an arrow of charred wood struck me in my shoulder; it mercilessly ripped apart the protruding muscle, Made sooty indentations on my sparkling complexion; sapping away exuberant sources of energy from my demeanor. And eventually when the "ARROW OF LOVE" struck me in the middle of my forehead; I felt mystical sensations inundate my soul, There was a revolutionary stirring which occurred in my heart; making me completely forgetful to the heaps of tribulation I had suffered just minutes before, Drowning me into an ocean of celestial harmony; a land where there existed nothing else but an insatiable spirit to romantically exist and care.

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GLASS OF LOVE When I drank water in a glass of composite mud; the liquid tasted ravishing; with my reflection wavering erratically in it, However it contained tinges of dissolved sand; and was a trifle salty for my liking. When I drank water in a glass of deplorable copper; the liquid appeared blurred in the prevailing darkness, And when I sipped it; it had a stale odor of the rusty surface it had adhered to for many hours. When I drank water in a glass of pure bamboo; the liquid looked glistening and mesmerizing under the sun, Although even after consuming it completely; I still felt that my bowels were yet famished and incorrigibly demanded more. When I drank water in a glass of yellow molded gold; the liquid inside displayed a scintillating shine; dazzling brilliantly in the most sequestered of room, However it miserably floundered to pacify my thirst; as I was heavily circumspect in devouring the costly water. When I drank water in a glass of hardened plastic; the liquid seemed to be overwhelming still without the slightest of ripple, But the tangy flavor was blatantly absent; and I didn’t relish one sip of what I had just swallowed. When I drank water in a glass of bombastic diamonds; the liquid looked as if shimmering profusely under the moon, Although an uncanny feeling enveloped my stomach; a feeling as if I had eaten the glittering diamonds. When I drank water in a glass of pencil lead; the liquid inside looked obnoxiously black; readily acquiring the color of its vessel, And I felt like puking it out with ferocious intensity; after having dubiously gulped it. When I drank water in a glass of broad green leaf; the liquid inside resembled the perennial pastures sprawling over the valley, But alongwith it there entered a fleet of invisible insects in my 158

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throat; and I shivered inadvertently envisaging the aftermath of disease. When I drank water in a glass of heavy stone; the liquid pretty normal to drink, However lifting the glass proved to be a bit cumbersome; and I felt a bit perturbed by the flimsy effort. And eventually when I drank water in the "GLASS OF OUR LOVE"; blending it with a concoction of her heavenly tears, The water tasted as sweet as never before; as impeccable as sacrosanct god; as exotic as the gyrating fairies in the sky; and it instantly put me into an inevitable slumber.

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THE TENACITY OF MY LOVE Even If you were an obdurate stone; with loads of callousness embedded rigidly in your persona, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transformed you into molten wax rampantly dripping down; eventually blending with the earth. Even if you were the dry desert; harboring a plethora of acrimonious cactus and violently blistering winds, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; inundated you with fresh water; imparting a perennial wetness to your sands. Even if you were the satanic demon; with your armory of brutal teeth scintillating wickedly under the moon, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; brought about a dramatic metamorphosis in you; converting you into an immaculate angel. Even if you were the incorrigible dictator; rebuking all in proximity with your volley of expletives and commands, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; pacified you overwhelmingly; exonerated the bitterness in your voice. Even if you were deadly poison; causing instantaneous death on consumption, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; completely annihilated your venom; making you as sweet as golden nectar. Even if you were pallid paint sticking languidly to the walls; propagating waves of disparaging gloom in the ambience, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; impregnated you with brilliantly vibrant color; made you profoundly smile. Even if you were poignant green chili; thunderously shouting expending supreme capacity of your lungs, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transmuted you into innocuous sugar; irrefutably sweet in taste. Even if you were the viciously lethal reptile; baring your fangs at me with utter hostility, 160

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I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; changed you into the resplendent fish; gliding sedately through the swirling ocean. Even if you were blazing volcano; torching all those who came even centimeters near you; devouring innocent humans in your fiery belly like inconspicuous insects, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transfigured you into the melodious stream weaving its way enchantingly through meadows of soft grass. And even if you were the idol of horrendous hatred; ostracizing humanity severely for its benevolent deeds, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; rekindled in you the essence of sharing; the insatiable urge to caress and care.

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YOU LIVED IN MY HEART You lived in my intricate eyes when I saw the world; taught me to discerningly distinguish between the good and evil, You lived in my ears when I listened to sound; made me stringently aware of the most minuscule of voice in proximity, You lived in my feet when I traversed the parched earth; making sure that my toes remained reinvigorated at all times, You lived in my fingers when I wrote literature; making me chisel sheer magic out of nondescript words, You lived in my stomach when I swallowed food; assisting me to scrupulously digest the same, You lived in my nails when I scratched the wall; imparting me with the tenacity to peel off the pallid paint, You lived in my tongue when I spoke; blessing me with the tact of producing a melodious noise, You lived in my nostrils when I breathed air; seeing to it that the purest part of it entered the jacket of my lungs, You lived in my veins when they pumped crimson blood; ensuring that it flowed rambunctiously all throughout the day, You lived in my throat when I gulped cool water; facilitating it to smoothly cascade down my neck, You lived in my luscious lips when I smiled; making it appear profoundly incarcerating in front of the audience, You lived in my slender bones as I grew; impregnating them with tones of calcium; making me audaciously confront the most bizarre of situation, You lived in my armory of teeth when I masticated my meals; making sure that I crushed each obdurate morsel into silken chowder, You lived in my mind when I tried to contemplate; providing me with the most adept solution to my baffling enigma, 162

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You lived in my scalp every time I felt like caressing it; incorporating the follicles of my hair with resplendent shine, You lived in the wildest of my fantasies; the most weirdest of my dreams; making it wholesomely sure that they didn’t cause me any harm, You lived in the lines embossed on the back of my palm; chalking my destiny to be as bright as possible, You lived in my sweat as it dribbled down my cheeks; inundating it with a perennial shine, You lived in my scent as the day unveiled itself into shivering night; embedding my persona with an everlasting essence, And most importantly you lived in my heart invincibly imprisoned; as it had absolutely no vacancy for any other entity to exist.

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ROPE OF LOVE When they tied me in ropes of slender steel; mercilessly cupping my hands in an airtight embrace, I felt submerged by disparaging despair in the beginning; although after a while I used my ingenuity and managed to wriggle out completely free from my bondage. When they wound me in ropes of sparkling diamonds; the acerbic edges of stone pricked me severely in my veins, I was a blend of tribulation and supreme rhapsody at witnessing the jewels; although after a few hours I astutely succeeded to chisel the same and hastily absconded. When they strangulated me in ropes of threadbare rubber; securely tying my hands and feet, I felt the breath imprisoned in my chest stifling every unleashing minute; although I somehow achieved to find a rusty knife; eloped like the frisky giraffe after chafing my ropes. When they enmeshed me in ropes of acrimonious thorns; the stinging nettles made me profusely bleed, I felt an obfuscated blur encircle my eyes; although after a few determined gasps; I opened my barricades insurmountably flexing my muscles; and decamped surreptitiously via the boundless ocean. When they tethered me uncouthly in ropes of live snakes; with the hooded monster snaring its venomous fangs on my cheek, I felt an armory of Goosebumps creep up on my skin; sweat dribbling like torrential rain from my body; although in the end I was able to defeat my lethal adversary; and fled for my life as fast as those tiny legs of mine could carry me. 164

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When they enslaved me in ropes of thick tree roots; a plethora of worms and pugnacious ants crawled on my body from the same, I initially felt miserable with the insects abhorrently tickling my flesh; although a few minutes of intense contemplation; I was able to unwind the knots; and galloped as speedily as I could from the dense jungle. When they captivated me in ropes of blistering iron; stuffing my mouth with tones of fetid cotton, I thought this was going to be my last day of holistic survival; although within seconds I discovered a gas stove nearby; judiciously used the flames to snap open my chains and then transgressed through the heavy door to escape. When they incarcerated me in ropes of coarse cloth; hanging me upside down with my feet tautly kissing the tall ceiling, I started perceiving the world as being grotesquely distorted; although after a few breaths I used my teeth to acrobatically open my chords; and fled the disdainful scenario; leaping through partially open window. When they bound me in ropes of crude glass pieces; stripping every bit of cloth from my persona, I felt a stream of fresh blood oozing incessantly from my raw wounds; although I still managed to break free vehemently flinging the pointed shards from my arms. And eventually when they imprisoned me in the "ROPE OF LOVE"; with my beloved lying blissfully by my side, I endeavored as hard as possible to scamper away; but this time though the mesmerizing essence of her entity; the invincible power of her devotion for my being; held me incorrigibly on the ground; to bask for centuries unprecedented in the glory of her widespread arms.

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THE FIRST TIME The first time when I swam in fathomless waters of the Atlantic; my legs felt dreary with feverish exhilaration; my heart palpitated 100 beats faster, There was an incredulous feeling of confronting the storm; floating abreast the opalescent fish; caressing the drifting corals as I plunged down. The first time when I ate freezing icecream; infinite buds of taste stood up on my tongue in bewildered alacrity, I greedily gulped the blend of protuberant cherry and cream inadvertently smearing some of it on my nose; to satiate my thirst in the scorching winds of summer. The first time when I witnessed an accident; the lifeless form of an innocuous pedestrian lying in a river of crimson blood, Uncanny shivers ran down my spine at swashbuckling speeds; a dark blur obliterated my eyes; and I swooned in a disheveled heap on the ground. The first time when I saw a crackling fire; heaps of logs being incinerated by a tiny matchstick, I felt besieged by waves of curiosity; unwittingly poking my fingers in the sapphire blue flames; although I quickly withdrew them before my flesh got charred to soot. The first time when I smoked a cigarette; I felt something vindictively burning in my throat, There were incessant bouts of coughing; succeeded by clouds of grey air wafting from my mouth. The first time when I drove my car; I felt tumultuous power encompassing me; as I could increase the speed at a mere kiss to the accelerator, However when I did so; the automobile sky rocketed towards the sky; eventually crashing into the bakery full of rotten eggs and cakes. The first time when I sat in the aircraft; I felt overwhelmed by the ostentatious interiors; the trays of plum juice being served in kingly fashion, I thought of opening the translucent glass window as I usually did as I got up from sleep; this time though I was rebuked by the airhostess from doing 166

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so; as it could mean a difference between life and death. The first time when I drank peach flavored wine; there was a massive cyclone that engulfed my mind, I seemed to have lost refined degrees of sophistication; barked a volley of malicious expletives looking my employer straight in his eyes. The first time when I heard the tiger growl in the jungle; the sonorous screeching of the owl; I felt clusters of hair stand like needles on my skin, Also I didn’t need to find a plush lavatory; as I had performed the call of nature in my pants. The first time I attended a bombastic party; with a conglomerate of sparkling lights falling in dispersed beams; I felt awkward reverberations entrench me from all sides, And my situation exacerbated; when my parents introduced me to the ensemble of dignitaries; who sipped beer as casually as they had mineral water from their glass. The first time I held a gun in my hands; they unrelentingly shivered with cold sweat dribbling down my forehead, I knew I had to kill my adversary to save my own life; but in the end succumbed to the tyranny of fate; as I couldn’t muster the tenacity to fire. The first time when I heard my name; the voice of my mother stringently addressing me in her domineering, I felt as impregnable as god in the sky; as I had now been bestowed supreme recognition to my otherwise neglected entity. And the first time when I saw her; sighting her silken hair blowing with the wind; I instantly fell in the dungeon of love, Wanting to be incarcerated with her celestial form; away from the nuances of the world for ever and ever and ever……….

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POLISH I polished my shoe using a blend of molten wax and color; exerting onerous strokes with my hands, As an aftermath they shone brilliantly under the sun; however after a few hours of transgressing through the streets; they were completely covered with squalid mud. I polished the nondescript wall using a canister full of turpentine oil; painting the same with shades of sparkling white, As a result it appeared a stupendous treat to the eye; however after a while I noticed abashing chocolate smudges which the children must have left while playing. I polished the necklace of lackluster silver by dipping it in pure milk; vigorously kneading its periphery applying stringent lemon, As a manifestation it shimmered magnificently under the beams of moon; however when I sighted it after a few days it had again acquired incorrigible stains of black juxtaposed with perspiration. I polished my plate of food submerging it in a bath of foam; then scrubbing it with a cloth of flocculent silk, It glistened marvelously as if brand new; however after consuming my meal of rice and curry; it again got coated with blemishes of black and blue. I polished the windscreen of my car drenching it in tepid water; then massaging it till it emanated a screeching sound, The effect was so incredulous that I could almost spot stars sleeping behind the sun; however after few minutes of driving the glass again looked tainted with a sheet of nascent dust lining its borders. I polished my finger nails using scarlet nailpolish; meticulously applying it to engulf the entire surface, The effect was pretty exotic as they conspicuously glimmered under the lights; however after a fortnight the color seemed to as evanescent as the passing 168

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storms. I polished my teeth using a fat smear of tangy toothpaste; resolutely stroking the brush umpteenth times on their surface, As a consequence the armory of my enamel radiated like scintillating pearls; however as the day unveiled itself into night; I saw a host of germ and bacteria sticking merrily to them. I polished my attire using an antiseptic bar of detergent; brushing away the most minuscule particle of dust from my collar, As a result of which I got profoundly noticed in public; however after a few minutes a speeding car sprayed a drizzle of fetid water while passing; and my immaculate demeanor was now converted to mere shambles. I polished the floor all day using all sorts of modern contrivances; even going to the extent of licking it clean with my tongue, As an inevitable outcome it emitted brilliant ramifications of purity; however after sometime was rendered indescribable; as unruly strangers entered with their dirty feet. But as far as my beloved was concerned she didn’t need the slightest of sparkle; the slightest of ostentation to project her persona, The inner beauty of her heart perennially shone; irrespective of changing seasons and the unleashing of time, She was the only person who by my perception was the most beautiful; the one who didn’t need the slightest of polish.

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IF I WERE TO CHOOSE If I were to choose from; speeding in a motorboat to swimming against choppy waves of the ocean, I would prefer wading across the stormy waters profusely moving my arms; rather than the insipid journey in the cruise liner. If I were to choose from; languishing on the flocculent couch to sleeping on the stone cold floor, I would prefer to caress the ground; roll wildly in unparalleled exuberance; rather than the effeminate comfort of the bed. If I were to choose from; transgressing the desert barefoot to riding on profoundly hunched camel back, I would prefer to walk feeling the tenacity of blistering sun on my back; rather than petulantly torture the innocuous beast. If I were to choose from; reaching the pinnacle of the mountain top on cable car to clambering up using a knotted rope, I would prefer to onerously scramble my way to the top basking in the spirit of paramount adventure; rather than descending on my destination without flexing the slightest of my muscle. If I were to choose from; drinking opulent wine floating in swanky glasses to crystalline liquid extracted from the belly of earth, I would prefer rapidly gulping the scintillating water; rather than collapsing in a disheveled heap on the ground after devouring the inebriating elixir. If I were to choose from; inhaling artificial air from the compact cylinder of oxygen to breathing directly from the atmosphere, I would prefer to expand my lungs to their full capacity in my chest drawing in ravishing puffs of oxygen; rather than respiring the adulterated surroundings. If I were to choose from; watching television to voraciously reading infinite lines of literature, 170

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I would prefer to exorbitantly exert my eyes trying to innovatively perceive in the dormitories of my mind; rather than indolently viewing gaudy images flickering on the silver screen. If I were to choose from; dancing in the sleazy discotheque in an ambience of bombastic lights to swirling on the vast ground, I would prefer to rambunctiously gyrate under the dazzling sun god; rather than consciously moving my body in the realms of nimble sophistication. If I were to choose from; residing in the grandiloquent palace to the rustic interiors of a tumbledown hut, I would prefer to live in the ramshackle barn with boisterous droplets of rain cascading freely through blatantly gaping holes; rather than having a fleet of bodyguards parading around my impoverished persona. If I were to choose from; staying secure in custody of the corrupt leaders den to flinging my life away for the sake of my country, I would prefer; to indiscriminately shed my blood on the battlefield rather than keep leading a life of opprobrious contempt. And if I were to choose from; my beloved and boundless notes of white currency, I would definitely prefer her compounded with our penurious condition to live; rather than leading a lackluster life divested of the desire to struggle; a life utterly bereft of the zeal to live.

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WHEN WE TALK ABOUT LOVE When we talk about the fiery body of sun; it's magnanimous stature in the sky, The cardinal thing that inundates our mind; is its dazzling shine; and the blistering rays that emanate indefatigably throughout the day. When we talk about the placid persona of lake; the plethora of ripples embodied on its surface, The salient thing that floods our mind; is the boats floating on it; the conglomerate of resplendent fish beneath its surface. When we talk about the blossoming flowers in the garden; the wild stalks of grass circumventing them, The chief thing that deluges our mind; is the fragrance that perennially wafts from them; the sweet nectar incarcerated in their core. When we talk about the colossal desert; the sweltering heat permeating the ambience like dagger heads of acrimonious steel, The conspicuous thing that overwhelms our mind; is the astronomical amounts of slippery sand; the hunchbacked camels traversing through its territory. When we talk about the steep mountains; gigantic streams of water plummeting down their slopes, The remarkable thing that imprisons our mind; is its summits standing abreast the clouds; the melodious gurgling sounds of liquid cascading down towards the ground. When we talk about the tenacious wind; turbulent draughts of breeze sweeping the periphery of earth, The prominent thing that encapsulates our mind; is rustling of the tree leaves; the loose granules of mud which fly incoherently in air. When we talk about the preposterously huge whales; their monstrous pair of teeth which pulverize humans to chowder, The main thing that engulfs our mind; is swirling waves of the majestic ocean; the animated aquatic life inhabiting the fathomless waters. 172

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When we talk about the diminutive mosquito; its proliferation in pools of fetid water, The profound thing that envelops our mind; is incessant sounds of cacophonic buzzing; the animosity in sting which painstakingly infiltrates in our flesh. When we talk about gargantuan slices of cheese; the rich and sumptuous odor diffusing from the same, The supreme thing that strangulates our mind; is the sacrosanct cow yielding immaculate milk; the delicious taste it would impart when we revolve it in our mouth. And when we talk about true love; the blissful aftermath of falling in romance, The first thing that inevitably pierces our mind; is the mesmerizing image of our beloved; the celestial reflections of her dainty feet.

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THE ONLY PERSON Even If an inconspicuous particle of dust entered your eye; making you wildly scratch with your tender palms, That very moment I would go completely blind; wholesomely abdicating the ability to perspicuously see. Even if you tripped inadvertently on the floor; slightly bruising the skin on your fragile shoulders, That very moment I would collapse on the ground; developing a series of multiple fracture in my feet. Even if you coughed a trifle; as an aftermath of poignant pepper encompassing your nostrils, That very moment I would have unrelenting bouts of rapid breathing; incessantly sneeze till the time my eyes popped out of their sockets. Even if you perceived a baseless fear; of drizzling rain water disdainfully drenching you, That very moment I would gruesomely drown in the colossal ocean; incorrigibly refraining to steer my way up the surface. Even if you tossed and turned petulantly on the bed for a few minutes; before falling into a sound slumber, That very moment I would irrevocably stare into black space; keeping awake the entire night like a dreaded insomniac. Even if you banged your robust fists softly into the wall; expressing your profound indignation at getting late for office, That very moment I would put my hands under the springing axe; pulverizing them into infinite splinters of bone. Even if you contracted a minuscule infection; with the imbalance in your body disappearing within a few hours of stringent medication, That very moment I would have astronomically high levels of tribal fever; with the entire of my silhouette burning like a piece of red coal. Even if you got an iota pierced; by the irascible mosquito unceremoniously hovering around, That very moment I would be bitten by swarms of stinging bees; 174

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inserting their venomous tentacles into my cheeks. Even if you felt a little suffocated; wading through the claustrophobic queues for the railway ticket, That very moment I would relinquish breath in perpetual entirety; and my heart would cease to throb in its cavity. All this is because you are "THE ONLY PERSON" I have profoundly loved in my life sweetheart; the only deity I worship and adore, And as every breath of yours unleashes; mine gets automatically a million times faster.

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I WOULD STILL CONSIDER MYSELF THE RICHEST Even if you possessed a plethora of thoroughbred horses; galloping handsomely through moist paddy fields, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of drowning my persona into the cascade of her silken hair. Even if you had a palace profusely embedded with gold; dungeons replete with scores of glittering diamonds, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I could tickle the mesmerizing skin of her cheek; sending inexplicable shivers down my spine. Even if you possessed swanky cars to philander across the countryside; a fleet of helicopters following you at close quarters, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had her ravishing breath caressing my neck; catapulting me into waves of tumultuous rhapsody. Even if you possessed a private swimming pool; impregnated with crystal spring water from the mountains to bathe in, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of sighting my reflection in her glistening tears. Even if you possessed a pair of fur coated shoes; with exquisite leather studded commensurately at all quarters, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of lying in complete surrender at the pair of her dainty feet. Even if you possessed a flurry of maids to serve you dinner; ornate glasses embellished with pearls to drink opulent wine, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of masticating boiled rice prepared fresh by her sacrosanct hands. Even if you had a colossal assemblage of people spuriously worshipping you; applauding you wholesomely for your most minuscule of deed, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of witnessing her ingratiating smile; which grew distinctly large as she spotted me. Even if you had a conglomerate of effeminate statues; sculptured to immaculate 176

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perfection; molded out of molten wax and draped with the richest quality of silk, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of embracing her impeccable demeanor in entirety. Even if you had a sword embodied with iridescent jewels; which you placed in a scabbard made of rustic panther skin, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the audacity to confront any power in this world; simply uttering your enchanting name. Even if you had a gargantuan basket of roses; extravagantly stashed with flowers from all round the globe, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of absorbing the essence of golden sweat which dribbled from her body. Even if you possessed flamboyant pairs of sunglasses; embodied with jugglery of enthusing designs; and gaudy strips of plastic, I would still consider myself the richest; as I had the privilege of viewing my reflection in her emphatic eyes. Even if you possessed the tangiest of toothpaste; incorporated in garish interiors of an ostentatious bottle, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of appreciating the scintillating armory of her teeth. Even if you possessed a golden band fudged with sapphire emeralds; dipped in an ocean of honey, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of being slapped by her delectable hands. And even if you procured the entire wealth in this world; owning every dwelling protruding from the surface of earth, I would still consider myself the richest man on earth; as your affluence miserably floundered to purchase her; while I had the privilege of possessing her in mind; body and soul; perpetually till the time she tangibly existed.

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WOULD YOU EVER BELIEVE

Would you ever believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as a vivacious bird soaring high in the sky, Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk of glittering gold, Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with diamonds; as a lump of bedraggled stone, Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a switchboard of pugnacious electricity, Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as a broomstick with incongruous bristles, Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated iron; as a mesmerizing rose growing in the garden, Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a mosquito hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room, Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the undulating waves; as a rustic jungle spider, Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with snow; as an unscrupulous dog on the street, Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a disdainfully fetid shoe, Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a jagged bush of cactus growing in the sweltering desert, Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of delectable chocolate, Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid bubbling in a swanky bottle, Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an inarticulate matchstick coated with lead, Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the ceiling; as a sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat, Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a 178

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dead mans morbid tooth, Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as gaudily colored water emanating from the street fountains, Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered historian; as a slab of tangy peanut butter, Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant pigeon discerningly pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor, Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a camouflaged lizard transgressing through wild projections of grass, Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep gorges; as a gutter inundated with obnoxious sewage, Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict nefariously lurking through solitary streets of the city, Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as a weird tattoo to be adhered to the chest, Would you ever believe if I called a chicken's egg; as logs of sooty charcoal abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse, Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey ; as a ominously slithering reptile in the jungles, Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly tonsured scalp; as a gas balloon floating in insipid air, Would you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal diamonds; as an inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin, Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray containing frozen ice, Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a gargantuan well flooded with water and dead frogs, Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the ceiling; as finely squelched juice of red radish, Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as slime coated fossil lying in close proximity with the sea bed, Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified wall commensurately aligned with burnt bricks, Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp 179

of mango being tossed indiscriminately on the street, Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome machines; as an aromatic seed of plant, Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a rubicund fruit of juicy plum, Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a greeting card fudged with scores of ostentatious lines, Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a disheveled pantry inhabited with clusters of stray mice, Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a preposterously huge whale of the ocean, Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an animated butterfly fluttering at low heights from the ground, Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a mushroom sizzling in the blistering oven, Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an avalanche of snow plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds, Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner; as a curry of decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap, Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe of a striped panther, Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a corrugated assemblage of tree roots, Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier floating harmlessly in water, Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a graveyard sprawled with morbid coffins, Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid peel of paint hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall, Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a zany zebra galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert, Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a frigid contact lens agglutinated to the eye, 180

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Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious profanity, Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly blatant lie, Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of god; as a perniciously diabolical devil, And would you ever believe if I called "true love"; as a spurious product of imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation.

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WHILE PASSING BY HER HOUSE While philandering through the bustling traffic streets; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was obnoxious clouds of derogatory smoke rising in the air, While strolling past the sea shore; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was swirling waves breaking down into infinite granules of froth after striking the rocks, While gallivanting on a horse through the meandering mountain lanes; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was unsurpassable depth of the panoramic valley, While ambling languidly through a lush green cricket field; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was an ensemble of polished stumps well embedded in the ground, While trespassing through the vivacious circus grounds; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was garishly attired ludicrous clowns, While walking gingerly on a frayed rope; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the tall board fluttering high and highlighting finish, While soaring at astronomical heights from the ground in an airplane; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the boundless expanse of misty white clouds, While penning down intricate lines of literature; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was a table of sparkling mahogany wood on which were placed the bulky sheaf of paper, While swimming underwater with an assemblage of opalescent green permeating into my eyes; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the preposterously huge shark gliding past at whisker lengths from my persona, While clambering up the steep mountain; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was fiery body of sun profoundly illuminating the sky, While sipping sizzling tea from the triangular shaped paper cup; the 182

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most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the rustic brown liquid incarcerated within; in gay abandon, While dangling from the elastic branches of a densely foliated tree; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the catacombed hive; inhabited by the obstreperously humming bee, While lying sprawled on a bed of pudgy and redolent grass; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was a blanket of mesmerizing stars scintillating vividly in the crystal clear sky, While riding on a hunch backed camel tightly straddled to its sides; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the blistering expanse of shimmering sands spreading almost till eternity, While traversing up towards the 150th floor in a grandiloquent elevator; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was a impeccable panel of rotund buttons; with a jugglery of numerals embossed immaculately upon them, While praying incessantly in front of the idol of the omniscient creator; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was an ingratiating aura lingering profusely around his sacrosanct forehead, While vigorously kneading chunks of flaccid dough; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was pellucid bottles incorporated with appetizing recipes stashed neatly on the shelves, While rolling voraciously in a pond of fetid manure; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was a fleet of pigs darting rampantly in my direction, While wading through a tunnel engulfed by perennial darkness; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was diminutive beams of faint light flooding intermittently, And while passing by her partially obfuscated house window panes; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was emphatic contours of her enamouring face; the stupendous beauty hidden well within her glistening eyes.

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YOU CAN NEVER BREAK OUR PERPETUAL LOVE In order to break the scented flower; they crushed it indiscriminately with their large and bohemian feet, In order to break the fortified edifice; they blasted it with pugnacious dynamite; to send it crumbling like a pack of silken cards towards the obdurate ground, In order to break the inflated balloon; they pricked it with a rusty iron pin to evacuate tones of stale air incarcerated inside, In order to break the soft mountain of pudgy mud; they punched it hard in the midriff; with their callous hands, In order to break through the computer; they invented ingenious ways and means to decipher its enigmatic password, In order to break the solid log of dried timber wood; they used a serrated edged metallic saw; ruthlessly slicing through its body, In order to break the slender candle of wax; they melted it in crackling flames; leaping rampantly from the kitchen fire, In order to break long shards of pellucid glass; they smashed them against jagged rocks; sending them flying into infinitesimal splinters all around, In order to break a colossal pool of placid water; they viciously struck the same with corrugated twigs; engendering a plethora of waves to creep up on the surface, In order to break stillness of air; they permeated it with strident tunes of discordant cacophony; emanating from the loudspeaker, In order to break the conglomerate of satiny clouds; they marauded the same with poisonous pellets and sharp missiles, In order to break the pointed thorn; they pulverized it to pulp; after boiling it in sizzling water, In order to break triangular cubes of frozen ice; they kept them under stringent light of the sun; and then waited for the inevitable aftermath to follow, In order to break through the fool proof house; they adroitly 184

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deactivated the incredulous burglar alarm; stepped barefoot without making the slightest of sound into the house, In order to break the lethal snake; they snapped apart its venomous fangs; rendering it as innocuous as a domicile rabbit, In order to break the skull; they banged it tenaciously with a crude bludgeon; dismantling it into incommensurate halves, In order to break bonded paper stuck with adhesive glue; they weakened it substantially by applying loads of slippery saliva, In order to break intense concentration; they flooded veins in the body with gallons of inebriating alcohol, In order to break an individuals moral; they incessantly castigated him; made a baseless mockery of his caricature, And in order to break our "PERPETUAL LOVE"; they tried their best attempts possible; however miserably floundered; as it was impossible to accomplish the same without taking our lives; and even if they did that; they would yet be unsuccessful; as we would definitely be reborn again; to love each other more intensely than we ever did before.

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NOSTALGIA The fish slithering in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean, The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously, The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web; dangling from trees in the amazon forest, The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a nostalgia for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky, The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath the ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in fresh air, The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds; had a nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening rain, The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated dungeons; had a nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun, The lifeless panther embodied in the mammoth photograph; had a nostalgia for coming out alive; open his jaws in a domineering growl, The blind man traversing on the streets with a disdainful stick; had a nostalgia for sighting the world; fantasizing it in its most stupendous form ever, The battalion of frogs in the solitary and deep well; had a nostalgia for bathing in pools of monsoon water, The hunch backed camel trespassing through the crowded city streets; had a nostalgia for wandering languidly in the sandy desert, The diminutive flames of wax candle stifling with the slightest of breeze; had a nostalgia for being the escalating flames of a crackling fire, The granules of white salt jailed tightly in pellucid bottles; had a nostalgia for being sprawled on the saline sea shores, The scientists stalling for time on marshy soil; had a nostalgia every minute for inhabiting the opalescent moon, The tones of noxious gas encapsulated in an inflated balloon; had a nostalgia 186

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for whistling past the air at lightening speeds, The pallid milk stored in canisters of rusty iron; had a nostalgia for oozing out from blossoming teats of the sacrosanct cow, The people residing in alien countries; had a nostalgia for returning back as quickly as possible to blend with their native mud, The orphaned child wailing incoherently on the dusty roads; had a nostalgia for embracing his departed mother, And every palpable entity treading on this earth; had a nostalgia for finding its soul mate; languishing in the aisles of desire and perpetual relationship; till the time it inhaled air and blissfully existed.

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ONE MUST LEARN In order to taste the sweet kernel of coconut; one must learn to break open its obdurate shell, In order to experience the ravishing aroma of waves; one must learn to tenaciously swim in the choppy waters, In order to imbibe the splendor of the desert; one must learn to traverse audaciously on the blistering hot silver sands, In order to relish the coolness of ice; one must learn how to scrupulously masticate it, In order to savor the flavor of milk; one must learn to adroitly squeeze it from blossoming cow teats, In order to enjoy the scent of lotus flower; one must learn to bathe in a pond replete with a curry of slushy mud; blended commensurately with creepers sprawling in all directions, In order to hear strident tunes of music; one must learn to keep his ears in close affinity with the rustic country discotheque, In order to bask in pure light; one must learn to sit perseveringly under fiery golden rays of the sun, In order to extract exorbitant amounts of gold; one must learn to dig till unfathomable depths; with hostile blade of pickaxe intermittently brazing against the knee, In order to embellish the body with serrated crocodile skin; one must learn to kill the ferocious beast; then adroitly strip its skin from its diabolical network of bones, In order to uninhibitedly smile; one must learn to flex ones lips profoundly; stretching the cheeks as far as possible, In order to sip delectable tea; one must learn to burn his taste buds profusely; as the steaming liquid came in proximity with the tongue, In order to witness exuberant wails of an innocuous infant; one must learn to deliver the same after undergoing months of painstaking agony, 188

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In order to sketch mesmerizing shapes of the hills; one must learn to commensurately blend root color; vivaciously swishing the brush on sprawling sheets of plain white canvas, In order to envisage celestial fairies and angels; one must learn to exert the tendons of his brain to fullest capacity; and then dream, In order to get bountiful crops; one must learn to sow the right proportion of salubrious seeds, In order to make the morbid surface of walls sparkle; one must learn to whitewash them; with mammoth chunks of chalk powder and paint, In order to feel tangy perspiration trickle down the nape; one must learn to clamber up the mountain barefoot in sweltering waves of heat, In order to survive; one must learn to stand unflinching against the hostile vagaries of this world; prove his true mettle in every sphere of life, And in order to love; one must learn to unselfishly sacrifice; wholesomely dedicate his mind; body and soul to the deity he reveres; the person who made him feel every unveiling minute of the day; that he was breathing; he was alive.

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YOU WERE MY HEART BEAT I was the jewel of your mystical eyes; the infinite clusters of eyelashes drooping down from your lids, While you were my ability to see; my omnipotent power of sight. I was the glow that encapsulated your lips; the luscious color that made them poignantly scarlet, While you were tinkling laughter; the smile that besieged the contours of my face till eternity. I was the unprecedented number of cells that lingered in your brain; the network of membranes that made it function blissfully, While you were my virtue to prudently discriminate; the immortal strength of my memory. I was your rubicund tongue; the gallons of free saliva circulating ecstatically in your palette, While you were my mesmerizing voice; my invincible prowess of eloquent speech. I was your intricate veins; the dainty flesh that entrenched them in entirety, While you were the golden droplets of sweat that oozed from my arms; the crimson blood traversing ferociously through my body. I was your ears; the globules of impeccable flesh dangling nimbly across your cheek, While you were my ability to decipher the most ethereal of sound; my tenacity to hear and tolerate ignominious rebukes of the society. I was your stomach; the conglomerate of intestines incoherently entwined inside, While you were the sumptuous food residing there; putting me contentedly into a tranquil slumber. I was your dainty feet; the spongy toes protruding symmetrically from within deep recesses of your supple skin, While you were my energy to surge forward; my unrelenting fervor to bounce ahead in life. 190

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I was your hands; the delectable armory of fingers which harmoniously moved to accomplish scores of Herculean tasks, While you were the lines embedded in the center of my palm; the path which portrayed and executed my destiny. And I have no inhibitions revealing that I was your heart; the air which you inhaled; the breath that escaped with an exhilarated gasp from your nostrils, While you were the beats that made my heart violently throb; the pulse that trembled placidly in my wrists; the very purpose for which I was breathing and alive this second; and would retain life for many more hours to unwind.

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TOOLS I had a fantasy to write prolifically; inundate every space of bonded paper with exquisite literature, The only tools I had were my knotted fingers; a labyrinth of impeccable tunnels in my brain; to pen down the lines; transform my dream into tangible reality. I had a fantasy to clamber Mount Everest; reach its Herculean summit suspended in thin wisps of clouds, The only tools I had were my strong legs; an overwhelming tenacity in my mind to set my foot on the coveted peak. I had a fantasy to swim amidst the swirling waves; relish the pungent spray of the ocean splashing across my cheek, The only tools I had were my muscular arms; the exhilaration in my body propelling me to surge forward. I had a fantasy to scratch scintillating crusts of gold; from the mammoth chain of underground rocks, The only tools I had were my incongruously extruding nails; the pertinence in my persona to keep peeling; till I found that incorrigible glow. I had a fantasy to drink frosty milk; sip the unadulterated elixir with great relish painstakingly down my throat, The only tools I had were my articulate fingers to extract the same from mother cow; alongwith a canister to fill the same as it oozed out. I had a fantasy to smell the stupendously exotic; drown in its fragrance for times immemorial, The only tools I had were the incredibly red and redolent rose; a pair of supremely sensitive nostrils; drawn inevitably towards the flower. I had a fantasy to ride on the majestic lion; caress my hands nimbly through the beasts nape, The only tools I had were a stick impregnated with tanned leather; loads of unprecedented and daunting courage enveloping my demeanor. I had a fantasy to plummet head on from the aircraft; fly uninhibitedly 192

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in the galaxy of resplendent stars; before reaching the earth, The only tools I had were conventional strings of the parachute strapped to my back; astronomical amounts of resilience in my countenance; to descend like an angel from the heavens. I had a fantasy to voraciously read through a library of books; profusely blend with the history of medieval times, The only tools I had were my insatiable ability to imbibe; crystalline and emphatic eyes bestowed upon me by the creator. I had a fantasy to listen to enchanting music; drift myself wholesomely towards the most mesmerizing and melodious tunes, The only tools I had were insurmountable patience to wait for the nightingale to open its beak; hollow spaces of my eardrum to assist me grasp the rhapsody in the sound. And I had fantasy to philander in the aisles of ravishing romance; burn passionately in the flames of immortal love and desire, The only tools I had were my mightily pounding heart; and my impeccable yet enchanting beloved.

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THE ONLY BEAT I POSSESSED The only sound I heard all day; was your mesmerizing voice, The only color that I fantasized all night; was that of your luscious lips, The only objects I saw; were what you unrelentingly perceived, The only skin that I wanted to kiss till infinity; was the one engulfing your crimson cheek, The only writing I ardently adored; was one that exquisitely flowed from your delectable fingers, The only relation that I profoundly acknowledged; was your magnificent and immaculate visage, The only food that I yearned to consume; was the one already pulverized with your scintillating teeth, The only scent that drowned me into waves of perpetual ecstasy; was one emanating from your ravishing hair, The only tunes I danced too; were the passionate clapping of your dainty hands, The only air I breathed; was the one rampantly diffusing from your nostrils, The only mantra I chanted incessantly; was your irrefutably sacrosanct name, The only reflection I witnessed; was the one pouring harmoniously from your impeccable eyes, The only agony I felt; was saline streams of water trickling down your cheek, The only nostalgia I had for; was poignant memories of your innocuous childhood, The only shadow that submerged me; was one that radiated majestically from your persona, The only exhilaration in my life; was tinkling gasps of your vivacious laughter, The only rest I had; were your fingers silently caressing my forehead, The only obsession I had; was your everlasting fragrance sending shivers of rhapsody down my spine, And the ONLY BEAT I POSSESSED; was the heart incarcerated in your chest; 194

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throbbing turbulently the instant it sighted me; bonding me immortally in the invincible grip of your romance.

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INCOMPLETE Every cloud in the cosmos was incomplete without rain; the water that instilled signs of life in the dead; after cascading down, Every wave in the sea was incomplete without raw salt; the granules of tanginess embedded, that granted it a ravishing aroma, Every pearl incarcerated within the slimy oyster was incomplete without its shine; the scintillating glow that crowned it the king of all gems, Every flower protruding from the soil was incomplete without its petals; the intricate furls of crimson that inundated the air with a rejuvenating fragrance, Every bird soaring in the sky was incomplete without its wings; the slender flaps of skin that engendered it to fly, Every patch of earth was incomplete without mushy grass; the tendrils of enchanting green; which voluptuously tingled the feet, Every mountain was incomplete without its summit; the towering peaks that profoundly distinguished it from the ordinary lumps of mud, Every lion transgressing through the dense jungle was incomplete without its growl; the thunderous sound that petrifies all animals in vicinity; to the last bone of their spine, Every desert was incomplete without its sands; the golden crystals of slippery soil that flew rampantly in the air with the rustic breeze, Every star in the sky was incomplete without its twinkle; the omnipotent shimmer diffusing from its demeanor, Every dungeon was incomplete without darkness; the appalling gloom that encompassed it in entirety, Every cactus extruding from scorched mud was incomplete without its thorns; the acrimonious bristles; which stabbed like infinite burnt needles when caressed, Every snake slithering through the marshy swamps was incomplete without is venom; the poison impregnated in its fangs that strangulated its victim to 196

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ghastly death, Every fire burning was incomplete without its flames; the leaping wisps of blistering smoke that wafted out as an aftermath, Every man was incomplete without a moustache; the black bush of hard hair embodied stringently to his lips, Every temple was incomplete without god; the omnipresent aura inhabiting each space, that created us all, Every mother was incomplete without her child; the innocuous infant that suckled milk from her chest, Every heart was incomplete without its vivacious beat; the throbbing pulse embedded that unleashed life, And every life was incomplete without love; the person who made it feel special; the person who made it feel the reason to be blissfully alive

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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT I didn’t know who she was; what was her veritable name, I had no idea how she looked; the most minuscule perception of her shadow, I was completely oblivious to the color of her hair; the shade of mascara she applied to her eyes, I didn’t know where she lived; the slightest of insinuation regarding her religion, I was wholesomely unaware of the cadence of her voice; the tone in which she spoke, I miserably dithered in guessing her true age; wasn’t apprised the least of the course she was studying, I failed to conceive whether she was rich or indigent; the hierarchy that possessed her, I never could imagine the silhouettes of her lips; the freckles prevalent in tandem on her face, I hadn't the slightest premonition about her nature; whether she was tranquil or loved to menacingly shout, I couldn’t contemplate the people she liked; the hobbies that entrenched her life in her pastime, I had never visualized her stature; whether she was tall or abnormally midget, I didn’t know the rings that adorned her fingers; the texture of the fabric that embellished her countenance, I was at a profound loss of her words to describe her dreams; the things which she fantasized about the most, I appeared imbecile when someone queried me about her looks; whether she was ominous as the diabolical monster; or was a replica of godly white, I hadn't the slightest idea of the food she liked; the appetizing delicacies that titillated her appetite, I was badly befuddled; at a loss for words; when quizzed about the 198

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places she adored; the animals she liked, I couldn’t cogitate the least regarding her hair; whether it cascaded down till the floor; or she had it as short as a man, I didn’t know where she last came from; the next step she was going to tread in town, Yet when we met; banging inadvertently against each other on the crowded street; our eyes seemed locked till infinite times; the words I Love You; just mumbled out themselves; and we were proud to proclaim that it was indeed "LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT".

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I LOVED YOU AND STILL HATED YOU I loved your eyes for they were mesmerizing and beautiful; globules of empathy trickling down their periphery; the instant they witnessed someone in agony and pain, At the same time I hated them for wandering around unwittingly; trying to explore and admire beautiful faces except mine. I loved your hands as they were masculine and tough; caressed through the satiny ensemble of my hair; drowning me into an ocean of perpetual ecstasy, At the same I hated them for inadvertently brushing across someone in the crowd; entwining in a vice like grip with alien fingers; occasionally during the day in a handshake. I loved your smile as it was delectably amicable; making me gasp in utter bewilderment, At the same time I hated it when you flashed the same at cocktail parties; greeted every person on the door with it spreading infectiously across your facial contours. I loved your sonorous voice; the crisp yet enchanting sounds which emanated when you opened your mouth to utter my name, At the same time I hated it when you used the same to appease your confederates; addressed colossal gatherings; emphatically on the mike. I loved your revitalizing aroma; the scent of perspiration that dribbled profusely from your body, At the same time I hated it; when your overwhelming charisma crowned you the king in the office; insatiably drifted your female counterparts in intimate contacts with your persona. I loved your unsurpassable sense of concern; the umpteenth number of times of times you slept on the cold floor; for me to relish the warmth of the 200

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fire, At the same time I hated it; when you displayed it to others; went out of your way to gratify their demands. I loved your ears; the flaccid globes of flesh dangling majestically across your neck swaying nimbly in the air, At the same time I hated them for listening attentively to intricate sounds; instead of being wholesomely engrossed in mine. I loved your hair; the jet black strands of follicles that profoundly embellished your scalp, At the same time I hated them; when they blew rampantly in the direction of wind blowing from the opposite side. I loved your breath; the passion it ignited when It plummeted down the bare skin of my cheek, At the same I hated it; when an infinitesimal portion of it struck the earth; instead of blending completely with my soul. And I loved your heart; was simply enamored to hear it throb turbulently against my palms, At the same time I hated it; as the girl next door wanted to imprison it as badly; as perhaps I could die for it.

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WHAT THE ENTIRE WEALTH COULDN’T PURCHASE What the entire palace wasn’t able to offer; with its towering rooms studded with scintillating jewels, Was imparted by the dingy little seaside hut; with swirling waves of the ocean; intermittently submerging it with coats of rejuvenating spray. What the entire pool of water wasn’t able to offer; with mesmerizing fountains cascading all over, Was imparted by the miserly waterfall; pacifying the thirst of wanderers in the blistering currents of summer. What the entire air-conditioner wasn’t able to offer; gargantuan coolers blowing at full velocity refrained from providing, Was imparted by a single draught of wind; drifting with the rustling branches of the forest; inundating your senses with a serene calm. What the entire electric bulb wasn’t able to offer; with a barrage of lights flickering incessantly throughout the day, Was imparted by solitary rays of the sun; the tenacity in its fire blazing through the corridors of gloomy space. What the entire magic wasn’t able to offer; shows portraying the same held in ostentatious halls; in an ambience of superfluous pomp, Was imparted by the mystical mountain; the echoes reverberating loud and enigmatic through its unfathomably deep gorge. What the entire barrel of wine wasn’t able to offer; sparkling mugs of beer and elixir miserably dithered to produce, Was imparted by a single stream of salubrious milk; oozing painstakingly from the belly of the sacrosanct cow. What the entire bottle of scent wasn’t able to offer; the plethora of blends floundered in making the aroma evoke, Was imparted by a single rose; with the redolence wafting from its petals drowning you in waves of immortal euphoria. 202

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What the entire orphanage wasn’t able to offer; the delinquent nurses deviated from doing, Was imparted by the impeccable mother; the gentle passion in her palms putting the child to blissful sleep. What the entire thesaurus on religion wasn’t able to offer; the sanctimonious priests on umpteenth occasions wavered to deliver, Was imparted by the omniscient creator; the magnetism in his eyes; solving all quandaries besieging life. And what the entire wealth in this world wasn’t able to offer; the dungeons replete with glittering gold and silver failed to imprison, Was imparted by your beloved; that every draught of her breath granting you a thousand lives; that every beat of her heart passionately whispering in your ears to be alive.

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BROKEN HEARTS In order to resurrect the broken nose; one needed to perform adroit surgery, In order to recondition broken hair; one needed to scrub them profusely with silken shampoo, In order to mend the broken mirror; one needed to reinforce it with pellucid strips of glass, In order to remold the broken mountain; one needed to impregnate it abundantly with giant chunks of loose mud, In order to reform the broken sentence; one needed to harness it articulately with coherent words, In order to recharge the broken lake; one needed inundate it open-heartedly with sparkling water, In order to rehabilitate the broken house; one needed to embed its hollow spaces with commensurately burnt bricks, In order to refurbish the broken orchard; one needed to plant foliated trees; embody every barren patch of soil with salubrious seedlings, In order to restore the broken web; one needed to let loose in it an armory of venomous spiders, In order to revitalize broken eyes; one needed to dip them in a tissue drenched with tangy cologne, In order to revive the broken mind; one needed to fantasize unrelentingly night and day, In order to repair the broken nest; one needed to stuff it with a conglomerate of corrugated sticks, In order to reconstruct the broken watch; one needed to synchronize it meticulously with needles and machinery, In order to reform the broken city; one needed to work in tandem and perfect synergy to accomplish this Herculean task, In order to rebuild the broken bones; one needed to consume 204

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astronomical amounts of solid calcium, In order to rejuvenate the broken senses; one needed to listen to enchanting music; dance animatedly under the resplendent moon, In order to remake broken clay; one needed to knead it dexterously into marvelous silhouettes, In order to reshape the broken gutter; one needed to fumigate the fetid rivulets of sewage; under stringent rays of the sun, In order to rekindle broken relations; one needed to live in harmony with evergreen nature, And In order to reinstate a BROKEN HEART; one needed to impart it the love it perpetually desired; blend its pulsating beats with the person whom it longed for; the entity whom it uninhibitedly loved.

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I NEEDED TO DIE So that you could sleep blissfully all night; languish in the aisles of desire with an enchanting yawn engulfing your face, I needed to wake up with my eyes incorrigibly open; fighting valiantly against the most inconspicuous of evil hovering around. So that you could eat appetizing food; masticate ravishing chunks of poignant butter with stupendous relish, I needed to sustain life on bland slices of bread and water; remain famished with a large bandanna stringently encapsulating my stomach. So that you could bathe in crystalline water dribbling from the alps; apply the most bombastic of shampoo on your dainty skin, I needed to be content rolling in a slush of dirty rain water; remained unwashed on the trot; sometimes for days. So that you could fly kites high and princely in the sky; tugging the strings ecstatically with your petite hands, I needed to run helter-skelter in vicinity; trying to capsize all the broken ones entangled on trees; for you to continue your extravaganza. So that you could play in a cool ambience of air-conditioner; caress soft toys and view astounding cartoons, I needed to traverse through the blistering deserts; bear the brunt of disdainful sands right on my face. So that you could wear the best of clothes; embellish you entire flesh with beads of glittering gold, I needed to gallivant naked in the freezing cold; bereft of a single cloth on my body. So that you could watch exhilarating pictures; inundate your ears with enigmatic tunes, I needed to tear every hair from my scalp; in evolving innovative ideas for you to view. So that you could laugh wholeheartedly; smile with passionate charisma all round the clock, I needed to slog it out against the uncouth world; shed tears of 206

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scarlet blood in my unrelenting battle to win. So that you could talk loquaciously; flamboyantly announce your presence in bustling crowds, I needed to inevitably keep myself subdued; stay completely lackluster and dumb in public. So that you could fantasize incessantly; day-dream rampantly about all the wonderful lurking in this mystical world, I needed to exist in pragmatic reality; transgress through a valley of rusted thorns; for you to romanticize in the corridor of pleasure. And So that you could live life like a princess; rule the entire universe with the power of your wealth, I needed to abdicate breath instantaneously; to metamorphose all your dreams into perpetual reality; O! yes I NEEDED TO DIE.

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ONE INSTANT One instant we were scratching wildly; deeply embedding unruly nails in our skins, While the next moment we embraced each other tightly; placidly lying down on the couch. One instant we were pulling our hair; almost uprooting each strand firmly adhered to its scalp, While the next moment we fondled each others palms; intricately tracing the lines that lay deeply embodied therein. One instant we were pummeling ourselves in the stomach; hurling a volley of abashing expletives at one another, While the next moment we stared unrelentingly into each others eyes; drowning ourselves wholesomely into an ocean of mesmerizing dreams. One instant we were kicking frantically; tickling ourselves voraciously in the ribs; and our hands coated with piquant chili powder, While the next moment we whispered nimbly in each others ears; reciting enchantingly true and passionate tales of fantasy. One instant we were making obnoxious faces; scowling at one another with our tongues audaciously peeking out, While the next moment we assisted each other in the kitchen; to harmoniously prepare appetizing delicacies; for nocturnal supper. One instant we were screeching rampantly like savage tigers; inundating our eardrums with thunderous sound, While the next moment we went off to blissful sleep; safely and securely in each others arms. One instant we were rolling in a slush of squalid mud; splashing dirty water fervently on our bare skins, While the next moment we sang in unison with the nightingale; drifted our minds towards sedative sounds; emanating from the dense undergrowths of the 208

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jungle. One instant we were brandishing swords on our bodies; clanging them incoherently against each other, While the next moment we sprinkled dying plants with water; sipping the same gently from our hands. One instant we were fighting like cats and dogs; banging the pillow at one another; till the fluff whizzed out in a frenzy, While the next moment we kissed each other on the forehead; applying antiseptic creams on our bruises. And one instant we looked at one another in sheer hatred; with rays of contempt emitting belligerently from our eyes, While the next moment we confessed that we were madly in love; prayed to the creator to keep us bonded in the strings of immortal romance.

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HOLY MARRIAGE Every thunderstorm in the sky; was accompanied by pelting rain, Every festival celebrated on earth; was accompanied with loads of vibrant color, Every bird flapping its wings in the atmosphere; was accompanied by revitalizing draughts of free air, Every wave clashing against the rocks; was accompanied by gallons of silken froth, Every irritation in the intricate eye; was accompanied by a disdainful redness enveloping its crystalline white, Every tiger transgressing through jungle territory; was accompanied by his thunderous growl, Every entity walking through the land in light; was accompanied by its lanky shadow, Every delicious meal devoured with relish; was accompanied by a discordant burp, Every midnight after a hectic days work; was accompanied by an everlasting yawn, Every slab of ice placed on a granary of sand; was accompanied by sweating of water, Every watch adorned smartly on the wrists; was accompanied by the ticking of its slender needles, Every jewel embellished on the ring; was accompanied by magnificent shine, Every camel gallivanting languidly through the deserts; was accompanied by its obnoxious yet delectable hunch, Every stream placidly situated amidst the mountains; was accompanied by a few ripples, Every car sky rocketing into daylight; was accompanied by the whirring noise of its tiers, Every spurt of wholehearted laughter; was accompanied by gregarious smiles, 210

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Every altercation; hurling of contemptuous abuse; was accompanied by hostile war, Every spell of rain in blistering sunlight; was accompanied by the opalescent rainbow, Every flame of blazing fire; was accompanied by inconspicuous wisps of frigid smoke, Every mother inhabiting the surface of this globe; was accompanied by her darling children, Every god residing in Heaven; was accompanied by omnipotent power, And every anecdote of true love; unprecedented desire for each other; was accompanied by "HOLY MARRIAGE".

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I WANTED TO LOVE I wanted to sleep in a land where there sprang the first rose; the tranquility in the atmosphere pacifying my agitated senses, I wanted to dream in a land where there lingered the first cloud; celestial fairies were bouncing delectably around, I wanted to eat food in a land where there hung the first fruit; the reinvigorating aroma of fresh grass fomenting pangs of raw hunger in my stomach, I wanted to yawn in a land where there twinkled the first star; its placid shimmer; drowning me into waves of enchantment and siesta, I wanted to trespass through a land where there was embedded the first layer of soil; virgin twigs and a conglomerate of fluffy leaves fervently awaiting to be trampled by my feet, I wanted to breathe air in a land where there floated the first draught of breeze; the unadulterated wind besieging me with overwhelming rhapsody; every unfurling second, I wanted to view scenic nature in a land where there flew the first flamingo; mammoth eggs of the ostrich about to hatch; mold and harness themselves into magnificent fledglings, I wanted to play in a land where there hung the fist chimpanzee; clusters of innocuous rabbits merrily traversed in perfect harmony and unison, I wanted to scratch my skin blood red in a land where there hovered the first mosquito; petulant lizards and robust worms wandering about in gay abandon, I wanted to swim in a land where there swelled the first sea; its silken and tangy froth; profoundly rejuvenating my dreary soul, I wanted to chew inebriating leaves in a land where there sprouted the petal of tobacco; languish in the meadows with the aftermath; placing me into a blissfully sedative fantasy, I wanted to sketch mesmerizing lines in a land where there stood the first mountain; its towering summit blending with sky; impregnating an insatiable itching in my fingers to draw, 212

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I wanted to dance in a land where there was gyrating the first dolphin; the mysticism in its eyes propelling me to add strides to my pace; move incessantly to the beats of hissing snakes, I wanted to study in a land where there meditated the first saint; the omnipotent power of his ideals metamorphosing me into the strongest entity, I wanted to smile in a land where there laughed the first clown; the comic distortions of his face inevitably triggering uncontrollable guffaws from my persona, I wanted to fight in a land where there marched the first soldier; the true spirit of freedom in his eyes; and the armor in his hands; annihilating the most minuscule trace of fear from my cowardly visage, I wanted to sing in a land where there appeared the first shadow; the enigma in its obscure silhouette; engendering me to convert my subdued whispers into melodious tunes, I wanted to work in a land where there existed the first mother; the tenacity of her blessings igniting the real stalwart hidden inside me, And "I WANTED TO LOVE" in a land where there lived the first girl; the very first woman who wholesomely loved me; blended her heart; soul and desire with mine.

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THE MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT The most embarrassing moment for a barber was when he inadvertently annihilated all traces of the bushy moustache; alongwith scrupulously trimming scalp hair, The most embarrassing moment for a pilot was when he dozed off for split seconds; only to witness his spacecraft nose-diving towards gruesome blackness, The most embarrassing moment for a doctor was when he unwittingly dispensed the wrong medicine; treated the patient for a running nose; although he was suffering from stomach infection, The most embarrassing moment for a teacher was when she was caught red handed; for giving full marks to a student who had jotted a romantic picture story instead of solving mind boggling sums of arithmetic, The most embarrassing moment for a businessman was when he signed a blank check; presuming it to contain a parsimonious amount of money, The most embarrassing moment for a tailor was when he stitched cloth upside down; evolved a night pant out of the fabric which was supposedly meant for an office shirt, The most embarrassing moment for an acrobat was when he toppled head on from the slender string; collapsed on the obdurate ground like a school kid having just started to learn rope walking, The most embarrassing moment for a tea taster was when he certified inebriating whisky as royal tea; having a mesmerizing aroma and a delectably crackling flavor, The most embarrassing moment for a baby sitter was when she dropped the infant on the ground; envisaging it to be a piece of chocolate wrapped in soft candy paper, The most embarrassing moment for a jeweler was when he added scintillating pearls to his tea; perceiving them to be crystals of sweet sugar, 214

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The most embarrassing moment for an electrician was when he insipidly handed live current wires in the hands of his customer; instead of giving them the compactly molded switch, The most embarrassing moment for a zookeeper was when he opened the cage of the ferocious lion; expecting innocuous birds to fly out in tandem, The most embarrassing moment for a model was when she traversed on the ramp; with disdainful blotches of sewage adhering stringently to her face, The most embarrassing moment for a artist was when he painted the sun effeminate blue and the landscape blood red; lost in passionate fantasy while incoherently swishing his brush, The most embarrassing moment for a singer was when she sang in a tune befitting a crow; the aftermath of a sore throat; drawing squeals of condemnation from the packed audience, The most embarrassing moment for a car rallyist; was when his vehicle intractably refrained to budge an inch further; no matter how hard he tried to compress the accelerator at the start of race, The most embarrassing moment for a cobbler was when he stitched the lace alongwith the threadbare holes in the shoe; profoundly engrossed in viewing the swanky cars passing by, The most embarrassing moment for a photographer was when he snapped the clergymen encircling the ministers; instead of capturing the domineering demeanor of the president, The most embarrassing moment for a writer was when the ink in his pen exhausted; as he started to emboss the very first page of his book, And the most embarrassing moment for a person in love was when an alien girl pecked him frantically on his cheek; boldly embraced him in front of his cherished and angry beloved…

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THINKING OF TOMORROW I didn’t eat food today; as I wanted to wholesomely famish myself; to devour the appetizing chunks of pudding; Tomorrow, I didn’t sleep blissfully today; as I was overwhelmingly excited to run; Tomorrow, I didn’t play mischievously today; as I wanted to reserve every iota of my energy to passionately leap; Tomorrow, I didn’t drink water today; as I wanted to gulp gallons of voluptuous wine; Tomorrow, I didn’t bathe today; as I wanted to drown my persona in flamboyant waves of the salty ocean; Tomorrow, I didn’t see any object today; as I wanted to view the mesmerizing beauty of dawn; Tomorrow, I didn’t move my legs today; as I wanted to dance unrelentingly all night; Tomorrow, I didn’t revolve my fingers today; as I wanted to sketch intricate landscapes with their towering summits in the clouds; Tomorrow, I didn’t study one bit today; as I wanted to read through volumes of mystical tales; Tomorrow, I didn’t go out today; as I wanted to uninhibitedly explore through the wilderness; Tomorrow, I didn’t see the time today; as I wanted to scrupulously count every unleashing minute tomorrow, I didn’t smell the air today; as I wanted to inundate my nostrils with the enchanting perfume of lotus; Tomorrow, I didn’t speak today; as I wanted to scream hysterically for hours on the trot; Tomorrow, I didn’t reside in the house today; as I wanted to live the entire evening in the magnificent castle; Tomorrow, I didn’t sweat today; as I wanted to bask under sizzling rays of the sun; let moisture dribble profusely from all pores of my body; Tomorrow, I didn’t sneeze today; as I wanted to thunderously blow my nostrils; emptying 216

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them in entirety; Tomorrow, I didn’t smile today; as I wanted to sway in sheer rhapsody and jubilation; tomorrow, I didn’t cry today; as I wanted to pour out rivers of heart breaking emotion; Tomorrow, And I didn’t love today; fervently anticipating to be incarcerated in the immortal embrace of my dream girl; "THINKING OF TOMORROW".

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TO WIN HER HEART When I tried to reach her climbing perseveringly on the ladder; poking my head out embarrassingly; after reaching the 9th floor, She gave me an obnoxious stare; thrusted the broomstick on my face; sending me hurtling down on the ground; petrified to the last bone of my spine. When I tried to reach her in my private helicopter; hovering it at inches from her bedroom window, She scornfully hurled disdainful pints off vanity powder at me; thoroughly blinding me; the aftermath of which caused me to crash land in the wilderness. When I tried to reach her masquerading my voice like a female; attempting to fool her on the telephone, She instantaneously deciphered my tone; barked a volley of malicious expletives at me; before ruthlessly banging down the receiver. When I tried to reach her in my swanky car; pretentiously blowing its bombastic horn outside her door, She mercilessly emptied the garbage can on my bonnet; left me in open mouthed consternation; with flies and cockroaches from the sewage crawling all over my body. When I tried to reach her; sending her flowery letters; embossed with romantic lines which I had copied from the Shakespeare, She had a hearty laugh after browsing through the same; snapped it into infinite fragments; throwing it into the remotest corner of her dustbin. When I tried to reach her via the internet; sending her a greeting card; studded with outlines of shimmering silver, She transferred the same into the trash can simply viewing my name; let alone reading the first alphabet of the electronic message. When I tried to reach her on a horse; gallivanting effeminately in the vicinity of her residence, She whispered to her friends to shoo me away; which they executed with supreme efficiency; pelting me with their shoes; and whatever rotten piece of junk that came across their hands. When I tried to reach her through a diamond set; 218

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transferring the same into her jurisdiction alongwith a scintillating necklace of white pearls, She envisaged me to be a rich mans son; distributed the beads amongst the beggars howling on the streets; after scrupulously entangling them from the strings. When I tried to reach her through television; stylishly proclaiming her name; as well as announcing a reward to anyone who would bring her alive to me, She was appalled at my maniacal tendencies; set the police hot on my trail; for pertinently blackmailing her. While it was only when I reached her empty handed; barged through the door of her house in front of the unconventional society, audaciously blurted out "I love you; looking deeply into her eyes, That I was able to "WIN HER HEART" as she now perceived that I really loved her; wanted to imprison her forever in the vice like grip of my romance…

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BUT IMMORTALLY FEARLESS LOVE…. Eternally unshakable “Truth” can only; holistically spawn; astoundingly proliferate; timelessly lead; unassailable diffuse; and impeccable transpire; into nothing else but; Omnipotent “Truth” itself, Unconquerably righteous “Honesty” can only; enchantingly spawn; unstoppably proliferate; indefatigably lead; majestically diffuse; and beautifully transpire; into nothing else but; enamoring “Honesty” itself, Pristinely unfettered “Artistry” can only; bountifully spawn; interminably proliferate; irrefutably lead; aristocratically diffuse; and amazingly transpire; into nothing else but; poignant “Artistry” itself, Pricelessly inimitable “Humanity” can only; stupendously spawn; unabashedly proliferate; magnificently lead; jubilantly diffuse; and resplendently transpire; into nothing else but; ubiquitous “Humanity” itself, Symbiotically benign “Innovation” can only; brilliantly spawn; undyingly proliferate; insuperably lead; triumphantly diffuse; and beamingly transpire; into nothing else but; ingenious “Innovation” itself, Iridescently spell binding “Innocence” can only; celestially spawn; unflinchingly proliferate; indomitably lead; royally diffuse; and victoriously transpire; into nothing else but; bounteous “Innocence” itself, Fantastically unbridled “Passion” can only; synergistically spawn; continuously proliferate; redolently lead; forever diffuse; and uninhibitedly transpire; into nothing else but; unbelievable “Passion” itself, Altruistically ardent “Bravery” can only; handsomely spawn; compassionately proliferate; fabulously lead; ebulliently diffuse; and ecumenically transpire; into nothing else but; untainted “Bravery” itself, Well-deservedly truthful “Perseverance” can only; regally spawn; convivially proliferate; Omnisciently lead; emolliently diffuse; and tirelessly transpire; into nothing else but; undefeated “Perseverance” itself, 220

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Unfathomably sparkling “Melody” can only; ecstatically spawn; seductively proliferate; wholesomely lead; gorgeously diffuse; and indispensably transpire; into nothing else but; ravishing “Melody” itself, Invincibly unparalleled “Candor” can only; beautifully spawn; instantaneously proliferate; serenely lead; magnanimously diffuse; and quintessentially transpire; into nothing else but; magnetic “Candor” itself, Impregnably harmonious “Simplicity” can only; profusely spawn; undeniably proliferate; vivaciously lead; selflessly diffuse; and inevitably transpire; into nothing else but; Omnipresent “Simplicity” itself, Gloriously blazing “Virility’ can only; profoundly spawn; unsurpassably proliferate; vividly lead; serendipitously diffuse; and heavenly transpire; into nothing else but; unlimited “Virility” itself, Unceasingly virgin “Mischief” can only; ecstatically spawn; romantically proliferate; eclectically lead; winningly diffuse; and surreally transpire; into nothing else but; unhindered “Mischief” itself, Innocuously mesmerizing “Beauty” can only; fathomlessly spawn; steadily proliferate; symbiotically lead; heartily diffuse; and perennially transpire; into nothing else but; effulgent “Beauty” itself, Sensuously fiery “Breath” can only; limitlessly spawn; blissfully proliferate; plausibly lead; universally diffuse; and perpetually transpire; into nothing else but; voluptuous “Breath” itself, Fantastically undeterred “Determination” can only; adroitly spawn; incessantly proliferate; gorgeously lead; effervescently diffuse; and passionately transpire; into nothing else but; intransigent “Determination” itself, Magically ameliorating “Holiness” can only; indisputably spawn; undauntedly proliferate; magnetically lead; robustly diffuse; and divinely transpire; into nothing else but; unblemished “Holiness”, But Immortally fearless “Love” has; is and shall forever; mystically spawn; uncontrollably proliferate; effulgently lead; marvelously diffuse; and sacredly transpire; into all of the above and an infinite more than the imperceptible definitions of enigmatic infinite infinity…

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THAT EXACTLY AND PERPETUALLY MEANT… I wasn’t the most infinitesimal iota sad; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was enshrouded by cloudbursts of untamed ecstasy; and was invincibly happy, I wasn’t the most parsimonious iota negative; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was indefatigably embracing the Sun of unflinchingly unbridled optimism; and was triumphantly positive, I wasn’t the most minuscule iota impotent; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was proliferating into astoundingly victorious newness every unfurling instant of the day; and was unassailably virile, I wasn’t the most mercurial iota defeated; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was kissing the most royal epitomes of insuperable success; and was unbelievably victorious, I wasn’t the most infidel iota ugly; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was unceasingly blessed with the heavens of celestial resplendence; and was inimitably beautiful, I wasn’t the most vanishing iota diminishing; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most unconquerable crusader of tomorrow; and was eternally blossoming, I wasn’t the most diminutive iota hapless; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was serendipitously bestowed in every singleton aspect of destined life; and was impregnably fortunate, I wasn’t the most invisible iota weak; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was boundlessly impregnated with the most undaunted of calcium; and was fearlessly strong, I wasn’t the most fugitive iota sacrilegious; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most untainted apostle of sacredness; and was Omnipotently divine, I wasn’t the most abstemious iota wayward; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was unshakably parading towards the path of symbiotic righteousness; and was indisputably straight, I wasn’t the most oblivious iota criminal; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most unconquerable harbinger of humanity; and was miraculously philanthropic, I wasn’t the most inconspicuous iota cacophonic; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was incessantly 222

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of my enchanting life; and would continue to be “Alive” for you; and only you; O! poignantly godly Beloved; even an infinite centuries after my treacherously gory death…

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DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the scent of the poignantly scarlet rose; when mercilessly trapped a countless feet beneath the vituperatively fetid gutter line? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the voluptuously tantalizing globules of rain water; when haplessly licking acrimoniously heartless desert sand; for an infinite kilometers on the trot? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the celestially tranquil meadows of jubilant grass; when traversing via an intransigently vengeful field of blood-soaked thorns? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the Omnipotently blazing Sun; when ruthlessly buried an infinite feet beneath demonically asphyxiating and blackened mud? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the innocuously spell binding lines of untamed artistry; when haplessly incarcerated within the walls of the sacrilegiously robotic and wantonly commercial office? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed impeccably bountiful childhood; when venomously enshrouded by the invidiously crippling battlefields; of manipulative pragmatism? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the ravishingly unabashed waves of the mesmerizing sea; when helplessly sealed in the parsimoniously mosquito laden crevice of the dingy wall? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the indefatigably boisterous noises of the enigmatic forest; when dismally seated beside the inexplicably wailing and inconsolably cadaverous corpse? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the triumphantly twinkling stars; when inexorably tyrannized by the murderously ghoulish blackness; and in the heart of the despondently stabbing moonless night? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the quintessential feel of the beautiful currency coin; when tirelessly begging for every morsel of food; on the lecherously dilapidated road? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the heavenly fantasies of a brilliantly unfettered tomorrow; when barbarously jailed in shackles of 225

heartlessly flaming iron; for not the tiniest fault of mine? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the caverns of victoriously unblemished sleep; when wandering like a deliriously wayward maniac; through the corridors of baselessly sinful prejudice? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the seeds of timelessly proliferating virility; when satanically placed amidst unlimitedly shriveled mortuaries of just lies; lies and forlornly despairing lies? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the brazenly unbridled ardor of enamoring youth; when both my worthlessly old and delinquent legs; uncontrollably trembled only towards lackadaisical soil? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the prayers of mellifluously divinely peace; when carnivorously dragged into the vindictively slandering precipices of ghastly war? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the amiably inimitable lap of Omnipresent mother; when the entire planet started to savagely scourge; even the most holistically nimble of my forward stride? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the pristinely silken flakes of rejuvenating snow; when the winds of unsparingly demonic summer; had torridly scorched every single leaf in conceivable vicinity? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the impregnably altruistic dwelling; when the devilishly profane darkness of the night; had taken wholesomely deplorable control of each of my nerves? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the miraculously ameliorating waterfalls; when every pore of my body was truculently forced to wither and ignominiously slither amongst the worms of ominously ribald nothingness? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed immortally benign love; when each beat of my heart was unrelentingly castrated by the corpses of unforgivably hedonistic betrayal? And do you have any idea; as to how much I missed my Omnisciently beautiful beloved; when every of my breath was purposelessly leading every instant of impoverished life; just to fill in the number of years that destiny had impotently planned for my head…

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WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST OF HINDRANCE SETTING IN… Before I could even realize that it was “Day”; or relish its brilliantly optimistic light; the dolorously maiming horizons of evening set in; leaving me haplessly wandering in inexplicable gloom, Before I could even realize that they were “Shores”; or relish their tantalizingly moistened sands; the ferociously devastating waves of the sea set in; disastrously swiping me from my nimble feet; and into the stormy depths of treacherously bewildering nothingness, Before I could even realize that it was “Night”; or relish its voluptuously enigmatic softness; the horrendous fronds of sleep disdainfully set in; plunging me into a mortuary of unprecedentedly crippling blackness, Before I could even realize that it was “Sun”; or relish its Omnipotently flaming rays; the ominously pillaging clouds dreadfully set in; rendering me with nothing else but lividly asphyxiating pangs of depression, Before I could even realize that it was “Candle-light”; or relish its majestically peerless grandeur; the hedonistically massacring tornadoes set in; blowing me and the flames away into inane wisps of wanton meaninglessness, Before I could even realize that it was “Mystery”; or relish its uncannily enamoring scent; the monotonously pragmatic riddle set in; metamorphosing every of my bountifully unbridled fantasy into robotic despair, Before I could even realize that it was “Child-birth”; or relish its astoundingly pristine mischievousness; the agonizingly bruised cry of accidental death set in; transforming me into an emotionlessly living corpse, Before I could even realize that it was “Food”; or relish its salubriously succulent jugglery of juices; the insouciantly tawdry stream of feces set in; drifting even the most infinitesimal ounce of my mind; body and soul; into cadaverous emptiness, Before I could even realize that it was “Ice”; or relish its royally impeccable demeanor; the vindictively unsparing beams of afternoon set in; 227

melting every iota of my unimpeachable integrity into infinite pools of amorphously pathetic liquid, Before I could even realize that it was “Parenthood”; or relish its compassionately divine belonging; the cannibalistic battlefields of malicious divorce set in; wholesomely shattering every heavenly dream of mine into bizarre salaciousness, Before I could even realize that it was “Sweat”; or relish its timelessly persevering masculinity; the inevitably tantalizing breeze of laziness set in; perpetuating me to snore like an infidel eunuch; instead of gloriously replenishing with the fruits of hard work, Before I could even realize that it was “Humanity”; or relish its unassailably Omnipresent fragrance; the atrociously indiscriminate wail of war set in; fomenting me to tyrannically bleed till my last breath, Before I could even realize that it was “Artistry”; or relish its unabashedly glorious sensitivity; the coffins of deplorably sacrilegious manipulation set in; gruesomely burying every ingredient of my righteousness; into the indescribably crucifying shit-pots of hell, Before I could even realize that it was “Smile”; or relish its insuperably optimistic flavor; the preposterously languid yawn set in; lecherously dragging me into the most obliviously dilapidated maelstroms of boredom, Before I could even realize that it was “Honesty”; or relish its unconquerably unflinching mirrors of truth; the fretfully ghoulish winds of parasitic politics set in; making me rub my nose in inconspicuously worthless dust, Before I could even realize that it was “Perfection”; or relish its undauntedly ecstatic supremacy; the inconsolably bawdy human errors set in; satanically defeating me in the most quintessential processes of my existence, Before I could even realize that it was “Virility”; or relish its fantastically untainted atmosphere of celestial triumph; the indiscriminately trampling footsteps of the devil set in; engendering me to crumble beyond holistic degrees of recognition, Before I could even realize that it was “Breath”; or relish its unassailably fearless exhilaration; the unrelentingly victimizing gallows of death set in; rendering me to nothing else but an invisibly frigid 228

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whisker of worthlessness, But before I could realize or even after I realized it; or whether I actually realized it the tiniest or not; the signature of her immortal love remained perpetually embossed in every beat of my passionate heart; for even an infinite lifetimes after this destined life of mine; and without the slightest of hindrance setting in….

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AFTER WE DIE… If the acrimonious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; wretchedly separating our sensuously titillating lips; perennially bonded in the kiss of effulgently untamed passion, If the salacious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; diabolically separating our jubilantly effervescent cheeks; perennially bonded in the flavor of inseparably righteous togetherness, If the atrocious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; truculently separating our resplendently tinkling feet; perennially bonded in the spirit of indefatigably untainted adventure, If the demented world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; hedonistically separating our unbelievably tantalizing bellies; perennially bonded in the most compassionately unsurpassable fires of virility, If the tyrannically world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; torturously separating our enchantingly holistic nostrils; perennially bonded in the spell binding euphoria of timelessly infallible existence, If the carnivorous world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; sadistically separating our gloriously synergistic palms; perennially bonded in the most inscrutably fructifying winds of destiny, If the ominous world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; cannibalistically separating our bountifully blossoming napes; perennially bonded in the atmospheres of tirelessly unbridled poignancy, If the delirious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; tawdrily separating our immaculately vibrant ears; perennially bonded in the aisles of celestially unparalleled sensitivity, If the sacrilegious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; salaciously separating our intricately seductive spines; perennially bonded in the whirlpools of unassailably fascinating intrigue, If the parasitic world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; bawdily separating our uninhibitedly truthful sweat; perennially bonded in the flames of limitlessly ardent perseverance, 230

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If the cynical world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; licentiously separating our mischievously unabashed eyelashes; perennially bonded in the valleys of surreally pristine fantasy, If the inane world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; devilishly separating our inscrutably triumphant destiny lines; perennially bonded in the swirl of fervently unceasing magnetism, If the foolhardy world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; forlornly separating our invincibly scarlet blood; perennially bonded in the paradise of impregnably altruistic humanity, If the amorphous world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; dreadfully separating our gloriously artistic fingers; perennially bonded in a boundless entrenchment of amiable charisma, If the lambasting world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; heinously separating our bounteously suckling tongues; perennially bonded in a fortress of insuperably virile and unabashedly augmenting desire, If the lecherous world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; horrifically separating our undyingly symbiotic shoulders; perennially bonded in a civilization of beautifully benign philanthropism, If the dogmatic world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; profanely separating our nimbly emollient souls; perennially bonded in a festoon of unflinchingly fearless camaraderie, If the unsparing world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; inexorably separating our compassionately heaving chests; perennially bonded in a meadow of eternally unshakable passion, If the meaningless world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; satanically separating our immortally priceless heartbeats; perennially bonded in the caverns of royally undaunted love, Don’t worry; for if not in blessedly unconquerable life; we’ll still forever and ever and ever become one for an infinite more births yet to unveil; as we’d drag our bodies far far away from the enthrallment of existence; shake hands with the corpse of death; and then lets see who stops us from being unconquerably one; after we DIE…

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IT WAS INDEFINITELY IMPOSSIBLE… It wasn’t the most infinitesimal iota impossible to imagine a sensuously sensitive poet do an infinite things more; other than just writing volumes after volumes of perpetually proliferating poetry, It wasn’t the most diminutive iota impossible to imagine a manipulatively shrewd businessman do an infinite things more; other than just quintessentially pragmatic commercial dealings, It wasn’t the most mercurial iota impossible to imagine an altruistically benign philanthropist do an infinite things more; other than just tirelessly reaching out to every conceivable echelon of blessed humanity, It wasn’t the most ephemeral iota impossible to imagine a righteously persevering cobbler do an infinite things more; other than just efficaciously stitching and mending pairs of sordidly disgruntled shoes, It wasn’t the most ethereal iota impossible to imagine a bountifully gifted artist do an infinite things more; other than just profusely inundating barren sheets of insouciant paper; with unlimitedly enchanting sketches of mother nature, It wasn’t the most oblivious iota impossible to imagine an unabashedly vivacious dancer do an infinite things more; other than just inexorably illuminating the complexion of the drearily ignominious night; with her enchantingly inscrutable tread on nimble soil, It wasn’t the most obfuscated iota impossible to imagine an uninhibitedly fearless entrepreneur do an infinite things more; other than just ingeniously innovating the winds of an brilliantly unfettered tomorrow, It wasn’t the most parsimonious iota impossible to imagine an intriguingly uncanny palmist do an infinite things more; other than just perspicaciously deciphering through the countless mysteries of the human palm, It wasn’t the most fugitive iota impossible to imagine an indomitably victorious scientist do an infinite things more; other than just spell-bindingly harnessing the boundlessly replenishing resources of nature divine, It wasn’t the most mercurial iota impossible to 232

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procreate into a countless more of their own kind; and thereby inexhaustibly continue the chapters of this heavenly Universe, But it was indefinitely impossible to imagine an immortally true lover do anything else; except just inhaling; exhaling and timelessly assimilating the skies of love; love and perennially compassionate love; for an infinite more lives and benignly blessed lifetimes….

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WHILST TODAY SHE HAD SOLELY BECOME… There was a time when she was the most unparalleled flirtation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the mischievously mesmerizing mascara; of my iridescently innocuous eyelashes,’ There was a time when she was the most nubile freshness of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the uninhibitedly unceasing blush; of my pristinely rubicund cheeks, There was a time when she was the most ardent tenacity of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unconquerably burgeoning fearlessness; of my symbiotically harmonious bones, There was a time when she was the most unlimited fantasy of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unabashedly glorious adventure; of my unflinchingly marching footsteps, There was a time when she was the most priceless innovation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the rhapsodically unfettered titillation; of my invincibly indefatigable brain, There was a time when she was the most compassionate belonging of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the fierily clinging sweat; of my sensuously heaving and receding chest, There was a time when she was the most enchanting tale of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unsurpassably uninterrupted lusciousness; of my tantalizingly pursed lips, There was a time when she was the most triumphantly effervescent element of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the magically ameliorating smile; of my blissfully synergistic demeanor, There was a time when she was the most mystical embellishment of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the inscrutably bewitching destiny lines; of my holistically benign palms, There was a time when she was the most humanitarian wand of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unimpeachably philanthropic blood; of my inimitably fructifying veins, There was a time when she was the most enamoring magician of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the celestially replenishing goose-bumps; of my poignantly intricate skin, 235

There was a time when she was the most astoundingly proliferating wind of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the peerlessly heavenly artistry; of my sensitively curvaceous fingers, There was a time when she was the most mollifying moisture of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unbelievably triumphant empathy; of my amiably wandering eyes, There was a time when she was the most altruistically blessing molecule of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the beautifully untainted lining; of my amicably blossoming soul, There was a time when she was the most enviable maiden of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the fantastically unbridled bride; of my inevitably destined life, There was a time when she was the most virtuously discerning wavelength of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the impregnably enrapturing sound; of my effulgently flapping ears, There was a time when she was the most undefeatedly mesmerizing reverberation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unconquerably mellifluous whisper; of my nimbly vacillating voice, There was a time when she was the most passionately ignited spark of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the insuperably emollient breath; of my miraculously bestowed nostril, And there was a time when she was the most perpetual beat of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the immortally redolent love; of my timelessly flowering heart…

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STARK NAKED… You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally austere uniform of the disciplinarian policeman; which contained not even the most infinitesimal insinuation of a salaciously decrepit blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally checkered uniform of the Spartan taxi-driver; which contained not even the most insouciant insinuation of a diabolically slavering blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally impeccable uniform of the persevering butler; which contained not even the most lackadaisical insinuation of a penuriously tawdry blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally shrewd uniform of the negotiating politician; which contained not even the most intangible insinuation of a bawdily ghoulish blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally simplistic uniform of the emotionless waiter; which contained not even the most invisible insinuation of a wretchedly tyrannical blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally hygienic uniform of the clinical doctor; which contained not even the most inconspicuous insinuation of a dingily flagrant blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally stretchable uniform of the unflinching athlete; which contained not even the most parsimonious insinuation of a devilishly imbecile blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally flannel uniform of the laconic clerk; which contained not even the most infidel insinuation of a vindictively truculent blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally navy-blue uniform of the impoverished sweeper; which contained not even the most transient insinuation of a licentiously incoherent blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally professional uniform of the unnerved business magnate; which contained not even the most ethereal insinuation of a satanically incongruous blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally straightened uniform of the stringent school 237

teacher; which contained not even the most ephemeral insinuation of a pugnaciously devastating blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally sanctimonious uniform of the artificial air-hostess; which contained not even the most evanescent insinuation of a devilishly treacherous blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally crisp uniform of the reticent barber; which contained not even the most fugitive insinuation of a wickedly sacrilegious blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally brackish uniform of the obdurate fisherman; which contained not even the most disappearing insinuation of a nonchalantly unsolicited blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally plaintive uniform of the mechanical ombudsman; which contained not even the most oblivious insinuation of a hedonistically lambasting blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally calibrated uniform of the robotic engineer; which contained not even the most obfuscated insinuation of a preposterously delirious blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally grey uniform of the perfectionist cobbler; which contained not even the most diminishing insinuation of a hideously sadistic blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally labeled uniform of the tireless concierge; which contained not even the most sequestered insinuation of a sinfully sordid blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally scented uniform of the nonplussed priest; which contained not even the most obsolete insinuation of a dastardly balderdash blemish, But yet; and inevitably yet; irrespective of the caste; creed; religion; race or the most unsurpassably undefeated aura of the formal uniform adorning it; the heart beneath it was unabashedly free; the heart beneath it was unbelievably emotional; the heart beneath it was insuperably humanitarian; O! yes the heart beneath the chest was stark naked…

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UNCONQUERABLY VIRGIN… Wasn’t it unsurpassably amazing; that her nubile palms still remained unconquerably virgin even after my caressing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh lines of mesmerizing destiny every unfurling instant; by the grace of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it limitlessly amazing; that her royal eyes still remained beautifully virgin even after my peering into them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh droplets of priceless empathy every unfurling instant; by the grace of the ever-pervading Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it undefeatedly amazing; that her passionate chest still remained celestially virgin even after my smooching it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh cloudbursts of spell-binding compassion every unfurling instant; by the grace of the perpetual Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it boundlessly amazing; that her tantalizing feet still remained impeccably virgin even after my teasing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh pathways of unflinching adventure every unfurling instant; by the grace of the Omniscient Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it irrefutably amazing; that her luscious lips still remained timelessly virgin even after my kissing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh epitomes of unparalleled sensuousness every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unshakable Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unbelievably amazing; that her voluptuous nape still remained unimpeachably virgin even after my fondling it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh whirlwinds of inimitable titillation every unfurling instant; by the grace of the everlasting Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it interminably amazing; that her bewitching belly still remained innocuously virgin even after my nibbling it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh atmospheres of stupendous virility every unfurling instant; by the grace of the spectacular Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unfathomably amazing; that her ravishing hair still remained immaculately virgin even after my 239

embracing it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh reverberations of insatiable euphoria every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unquestionable Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it endlessly amazing; that her inebriating shoulders still remained insuperably virgin even after my kneading them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh mountains of bountiful friendship every unfurling instant; by the grace of the triumphant Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unceasingly amazing; that her robust cheeks still remained inimitably virgin even after my tracing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh caverns of incomprehensible exultation every unfurling instant; by the grace of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it inexhaustibly amazing; that her seductive armpits still remained wonderfully virgin even after my inhaling them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh skies of righteous perseverance; by the grace of the indomitable Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it eternally amazing; that her poignant ears still remained indisputably virgin even after my stroking them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh playgrounds of vivacious frolic every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unassailable Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it extraordinarily amazing; that her queenly back still remained sacredly virgin even after my licking it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh flames of unabashed exhilaration every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unfettered Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it tirelessly amazing; that her artistic fingers still remained victoriously virgin even after my interlocking with them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh gorges of bounteous creation every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unprejudiced Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unprecedentedly amazing; that her dainty skin still remained fantastically virgin even after my exploring it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh rain-showers of unbridled sensitivity every unfurling instant; by the grace of the invincible Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unlimitedly amazing; that her thunderous thighs still remained imperturbably virgin even after 240

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my probing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh beads of priceless excitement every unfurling instant; by the grace of the infallible Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unstoppably amazing; that her mellifluous mouth still remained irrefutably virgin even after my suckling it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh tunes of untainted freedom every unfurling instant; by the grace of the ubiquitous Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it fathomlessly amazing; that her effulgent nostrils still remained symbiotically virgin even after my breathing into them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh fires of seamless proliferation every unfurling instant; by the grace of the benign Almighty Lord, And wasn’t it uncontrollably amazing; that her immortal heart still remained virgin even after my loving and bonding with it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh heavens of magical togetherness; by the grace of the irreplaceable Almighty Lord…

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HOW I WANTED OUR VERY FIRST KISS TO HAPPEN With the unsurpassably tangy waves of the fabulous sea wholesomely dictating each of my impoverished senses; and the uninhibitedly pristine shores as my sole and most undaunted savior, With the unbelievably handsome apogees of the timeless mountains wholesomely dictating each of my beleaguered senses; and the intrepidly exhilarating winds as my sole and most fearless savior, With the inscrutably magnetic swirl of the enigmatic forests wholesomely dictating each of my dwindling senses; and the iridescently sporadic twilight as my sole and most inimitable savior, With the unabashedly brazen currents of the stupendous afternoon breeze wholesomely dictating each of my languid senses; and the interminably blazing Sun as my sole and most Omnipotent savior, With the fantastically unfettered swirl of the virgin waterfalls wholesomely dictating each of my deteriorating senses; and the atmosphere of poignant freshness as my sole and most rejuvenating savior, With the pricelessly unconquerable fabric of insuperable oneness wholesomely dictating each of my oblivious senses; and the winds of egalitarian humanity as my sole and most effulgent savior, With the bountifully pungent alacrity of the vivacious rainbows wholesomely dictating each of my inebriated senses; and the gloriously fathomless sky as my sole and most triumphant savior, With the intriguingly inscrutable storms of mesmerizing artistry wholesomely dictating each of my deadened senses; and the mystical labyrinths of mellifluous music as my sole and most victorious savior, With the incredulously mollifying chords of benign selflessness wholesomely dictating each of my evanescent senses; and the chapters of irrefutably unassailable truth as my sole and most jubilant savior, With the tirelessly bewitching cisterns of the enigmatic night wholesomely dictating each of my remorseful senses; and the optimistic beams of the celestial moon as my sole and most impeccable savior, 242

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With the magnificently majestic lines of the profound palm wholesomely dictating each of my penurious senses; and the seductively alluring trails of inexplicable mystery as my sole and most adventurous savior, With the timelessly stupefying serendipity of the euphoric meadows wholesomely dictating each of my thwarted senses; and the rhapsodically undefeated entrenchment of golden dewdrops as my sole and most fascinating savior, With the royally unbridled gush of the ravishing clouds wholesomely dictating each of my parsimonious senses; and the torrential downpour of handsome rain as my sole and most enchanting savior, With the unshakably potent fructification of the blissful seed wholesomely dictating each of my devastated senses; and the amazingly indomitable virility of black soil as my sole and most burgeoning savior, With the incomparably tantalizing reverberations of voluptuous lightening wholesomely dictating each of my cloistered senses; and the immeasurable exultation of dusk as my sole and most effervescent savior, With the unprejudiced heavenly mists of sparkling innocence wholesomely dictating each of my vespered senses; and the indefatigably altruistic harbingers of humanity as my sole and most ebullient saviors, With the unflinchingly perennial bellow of Omniscient breath wholesomely dictating each of my obfuscated senses; and the cloudbursts of unceasingly brilliant life as my sole and most unbiased savior, With the incessantly trumpeting beats of the immortal heart wholesomely dictating each of my dawdling senses; and the bounteously spell binding elixir of infallibly true love as my sole and most liberated savior, Was how I exactly wanted our very first kiss to passionately happen O! blessedly nubile beloved; of course and wholesomely all by the grace of the Omnpresently eternal Almighty Lord….

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OUR LOVE STORY WAS BEING PERPETUALLY WRITTEN… The celestially emollient perspiration might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! spell binding beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our timelessly impeccable perseverance; was being perpetually written by the unassailably Omnipotent Lord Almighty, The lusciously seductive lips might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! magnetic beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our tirelessly insatiable passion; was being perpetually written by the insuperably Omnipresent Lord Almighty, The innocuously untainted eyes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! beautiful beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our bountifully burgeoning empathy; was being perpetually written by the royally unshakable Lord Almighty, The mischievously flirtatious eyelashes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! virile beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our uninhibitedly rhapsodic flirtation; was being perpetually written by the infallibly brilliant Lord Almighty, The inscrutably silken palms might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! pristine beloved ; but fortunately for us; the story of our majestically unfettered destiny; was being perpetually written by the indomitably Omniscient Lord Almighty, The poignantly crimson blood might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! heavenly beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our unconquerably humanitarian relationship; was being perpetually written by the victoriously mesmerizing Lord Almighty, The fearlessly unflinching bones might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! everlasting beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our peerlessly faithful strength; was being perpetually written by the unendingly fructifying Lord Almighty, The artistically nubile whispers might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! enchanting beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our mellifluously impregnable romance; was being perpetually written by the undefeated spectacular Lord Almighty, The unbelievably ecstatic goose-bumps might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! redolent beloved; but 244

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fortunately for us; the story of our unrelentingly amazing excitement; was being perpetually written by the benevolently undaunted Lord Almighty, The blissfully intriguing virility might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! eternal beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our euphorically innocent children; was being perpetually written by the unchallangably priceless Lord Almighty, The effusively restless feet might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! sacrosanct beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our enigmatically blessed adventure; was being perpetually written by the triumphantly unfettered Lord Almighty, The ravishingly fluttering hair might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! poignant beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our bewitchingly unparalleled sensuality; was being perpetually written by the ubiquitously egalitarian Lord Almighty, The tenderly nectar-laden fingers might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! undying beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our incomparably utopian artistry; was being perpetually written by the invincibly ever-pervading Lord Almighty, The seductively rain-soaked napes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! effulgent beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our divinely rekindling electricity; was being perpetually written by the interminably benign Lord Almighty, The congruously exuberant whistles might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! regale beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our unlimitedly boundless happiness; was being perpetually written by the magnanimously Herculean Lord Almighty, The stupendously panoramic brains might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! adorable beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our insuperably unceasing fantasies; was being perpetually written by the ardently venerated Lord Almighty, The fascinatingly reverberating spines might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! resplendent beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our endlessly enthralling titillation; was being perpetually written by the unconquerably truthful Lord Almighty, The fiery passionate breaths might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! inimitable beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our iridescently spell-binding life; was being perpetually written by the perennially ameliorating Lord Almighty, 245

And the fathomlessly compassionate hearts be undoubtedly yours and mine O! tantalizing beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our immortally fragrant love; was being perpetually written by the marvelously all-powerful Lord Almighty…

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BACK IN BUSINESS… As soon as the rain came tumbling tempestuously from crimson sky; the acrimoniously scorching desert sands were blissfully back in business, As soon as tendrils of scrumptiously green grass came upon the treacherously barren slopes; the miserably divested cow was radiantly back in business, As soon as the spellbindingly boisterous bee came to uninhibitedly philander in the disparagingly lambasted garden; the derogatorily squandered rose was ingratiatingly back in business, As soon as invincible blankets of iron came to majestically blend with inconspicuously frigid mud; the pathetically emaciated iron was astoundingly back in business, As soon as skies of unparalleled challenge came to As soon as rhapsodic undulations of sea water came to monotonously nondescript land; the flagrantly slavering fish were celestially back in business, As soon as untamed whirlpools of ebulliently ravishing breeze came to the lugubriously still atmosphere; the egregiously devastated birds were bountifully back in business, As soon as exuberantly iridescent rainbows came to the fathomlessly lackadaisical skies; the disastrously dwindling peacocks were euphorically back in business, As soon as mystically luminescent nightfall came to the torturously bereaved forests; the disdainfully silent snakes were triumphantly back in business, As soon as fireballs of unlimited compassion came to the fabric of manipulatively estranged planet; the derogatorily deteriorating artist was royally back in business, As soon as the mists of relentlessly cavorting mischief came to the sonorously morbid atmosphere; the forlornly trembling butterfly was connubially back in business, As soon as streams of mellifluously vibrant beauty came to every cranny of this murderously bellicose planet; the fantastically fantasizing and holistic brain was gloriously back in business, As soon as the resplendently twinkling circus came to the ghoulishly beleaguered mortuary; the truculently whipped clowns were enthusiastically back in business, 247

As soon as winds of luxuriously opulence came to every dilapidated street of this impoverished planet; the hoarsely extradited beggars were victoriously back in business, As soon as mirrors of unassailably egalitarian selflessness came to this venomously lecherous earth; the traumatically extinguishing flames of truth and pristinely untainted unity; were jubilantly back in business, As soon as shadows of intriguingly princely silkenness came to the jaggedly corrugated periphery of earth; the dementedly delirious fairies were wholeheartedly back in business, As soon as the corridors of unshakable hope came to the corpses of horrendously maiming stagnation; the despondently fading beams of enlightenment were unflinchingly back in business, As soon as fearlessly exotic air came to the gruesomely stuttering jacket of penurious lungs; the diabolically shivering bloodstreams were timelessly back in business, As soon as undefeated infernos of impeccable integrity came to the politically corrupt civilization; the rapidly sagging Sun of patriotism was unconquerably back in business, And as soon as fathomless gorge’s of immortal love came to the preposterously sinful coffins of ghostly betrayal; the haplessly silent and unfortunate heart was perpetually back in business…

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THE FRUIT OF EVER-PERVADINGLY FRUCTIFYING LOVE…. A one to one with her majestically emphatic eyes; and I felt as if dancing in the aisles of pristinely burgeoning paradise; for an infinite more births of mine, A one to one with her lusciously redolent lips; and I felt as if uninhibited exhilaration couldn’t have been ever better; with my desire to survive now more insuperably profound; than the entire wave of existence on this fathomless planet, A one to one with her impeccably royal conscience; and I felt as if there was the Sun of Omnipotent truth; on even the most infinitesimally fugitive cranny of this colossal Universe, A one to one with her magically resplendent palms; and I felt as if I was united in the cosmos of everlasting humanity for times immemorial; as if I was destined to forever bond with every conceivable fraternity of mankind, A one to one with her robustly effulgent cheeks; and I felt as if timelessly singing in the caverns of immaculately unadulterated childhood; wonderfully assimilating every ounce of heavenly mischief from the spell-binding atmosphere, A one to one with her iridescently twinkling feet; and 249

I felt as if unlimitedly fantasizing in the raindrops of untamed sensuality; with life seeming to be the ultimate dance of enriching optimism, A one to one with her flirtatiously winking eyelashes; and I felt as if revived from countless feet beneath my cadaverously morbid grave; with every quintessential life as fresh as vividly poignant ocean salt, A one to one with her euphorically passionate veins; and I felt as if the most emolliently empathizing organism on this boundless earth; invincibly coalescing with every celestial stream of living kind, A one to one with her ravishingly cascading hair; and I felt every ounce of excitement on earth and endless kilometers beyond; had thunderously descended down in glorious unison; upon the treacherously emaciated pores of my dying skin, A one to one with her tantalizingly exotic belly; and I felt as if the unsurpassably enchanting fabric of seductive night had blessedly arrived; even as acrimoniously blistering rays of the Sun stabbed me in the whites and blacks of my eyes, A one to one with her mellifluously endowing voice; and I felt as if the most unprecedentedly ebullient epitomes of mesmerizing paradise; blissfully enshrouded me from every construable side, A one to one with her miraculously benevolent shadow; and I felt as if I had 250

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been wholesomely absolved of even the tiniest of my sins in past and present life; unassailably wrapped in the belly of unflinching compassion for centuries unfathomable, A one to one with her artistically eclectic fingers; and I felt as if the mantra of “United We Stand”; was the only sermon to panoramically survive for a countless births beyond my truncated time, A one to one with her endlessly subliming camaraderie; and I felt as if the power of gregariously bonding oneness; was an ardor greater than the greatest of wealth on this inexhaustibly charming globe, A one to one with her fantastically evolving brain; and I felt as if perennially priceless life spawned out of bizarrely tawdry nothingness; jubilantly embellishing every cranny of the lackadaisically corrupt world; with the fragrance of triumphant fantasy, A one to one with her gloriously golden sweat; and I felt as if the essence of unconquerable honesty; timelessly transcended over even the most infidel whisker of the devil; frivolously transgressing venerated mother soil, A one to one with her Omnipresently godly soul; and I felt as if holistically consecrated by the winds of divine disarmament; with every trace of haplessly deteriorating terrorism; forever and ever and ever evaporating into the coffins of hell, A one to one with her melodiously sweet nape; and I felt as if rainshowers of torrential virility erupted from even the most deadened pores of my 251

skin; as I unstoppably surged forward to continue the Lord’s sacrosanct chapters of procreation, A one to one with her unbelievably exultating bosom; and I felt as if my body was nothing but a gorge of endlessly augmenting desire; harmoniously placated by virgin milk in the kingly atmosphere, A one to one with her victoriously fiery breath; and I felt as if the unshakably intrepid elixir of life could never ever end; with even the most disastrously penalizing trauma on this planet; wonderfully metamorphosing into a cloud of revitalizing happiness, And a one to one with her immortally throbbing heartbeats; and I felt as I was born to do nothing; to say nothing; to dream nothing; to spawn nothing; but just the fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying love; love and only beautiful love…

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WAS IT MY FAULT Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every droplet of my euphorically mesmerizing sweat; and she on the other hand torturously evaporated every ounce of happiness from my life; even an infinite years after we got married ? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my celestially euphoric smiles; and she on the other hand made me unjustly cry a countless tears of murderous hell; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every stream of my quintessentially life-bestowing blood; and she on the other hand inhumanitarianly buried me under a fathomless graveyard of her meaningless deliriousness; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every triumphantly rhapsodic fantasy of mine; and she on the other hand metamorphosed every treasured moment of mine into the most diabolically asphyxiating of nightmare; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ingredient of my untamed sensuality; and she on the other hand heartlessly castrated me of all my virility and vitality; right in the center of the boisterous street; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my pricelessly untainted adventure; and she on the other hand devilishly incarcerated me in the prisons of her hedonistic sadism; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my inimitably seductive whisper; and she on the other hand yelled a boundless volley of abuses at me for no ostensible reason or rhyme; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every element of my altruistically infallible philanthropism; and she on the other hand criminally cremated the last bone of my spine alive; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could 253

have ever loved every of my royally resplendent destiny line; and she on the other hand made me sacrilegiously beg on the sordidly deplorable and orphaned streets; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every line of my perennially compassionate poetry; and she on the other hand blew me away like an obliviously fictitious speck in her spuriously lecherous cigar smoke; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every poignantly enthralling sound that I heard; and she on the other hand truculently numbed each of my senses with her unrelentingly tyrannical wickedness; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every benevolent word that I uttered; and she on the other hand venomously snapped my tongue into an innumerable halves as I was solely praising her; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every molecule of my peerlessly invincible strength; and she on the other hand guffawed her heart out after insouciantly excoriating my hide and feeding it to stray pigs; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every timelessly reinvigorated goose-bump on my flesh; and she on the other hand maniacally dumped me under the most robotically fetid of junkyards; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every artistic fragrance that radiated from my nerves; and she on the other hand ruthlessly trounced and kicked me through the corpses of devastating prejudice; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ray of my truthfully emollient soul; and she on the other hand mercilessly torched every pore of my body with the disparaging hell of lies; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every vein of my pricelessly undefeated life; and she on the other hand left me to 254

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cadaverously shudder and die; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my unconquerably iridescent breath; and she on the other hand gave me the most worthlessly despicable death at her very own hands; even an infinite years after we got married? And was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every beat of my passionately immortal heart; and she on the other hand smooched and mated for times immemorial with another man right infront of my own eyes; even an infinite years after we got married?

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ROYAL LOVE ITSELF… O! Yes; it was none other Omnipotent love solely by itself and in its most gloriously unimpeachable form; which majestically conquered an infinite more meadows of resplendently burgeoning love, O! Yes; it was insuperable love solely by itself and in its most compassionately unfettered form; which undyingly harnessed an infinite more skies of immortally interminable love, O! Yes; it was royal love solely by itself and in its most charismatically poignant form; which triumphantly suckled an infinite more droplets of sensuously nubile love, O! Yes; it was virgin love solely by itself and in its most pristinely unadulterated form; which irresistibly mated with an infinite more rainbows of vivaciously cavorting love, O! Yes; it was timelessly eternal love solely by itself and in its most ubiquitously untainted form; which unsurpassably evolved an infinite more cisterns of wonderfully emollient love, O! Yes; it was victoriously mellifluous love solely by itself and in its most iridescently magnanimous form; which indefatigably patronized an infinite more harbingers of spell-bindingly heavenly love, O! Yes; it was bountifully ecstatic love solely by itself and in its most euphorically fructifying form; which inevitably invited an infinite more cosmos’s of perennially ameliorating love, O! Yes; it was universally blessing love solely by itself and in its most rhapsodically divine form; which tirelessly perpetuated an infinite more gorges of metaphorically copious love, O! Yes; it was wonderfully Omnipresent love solely by itself and in its most bountifully extemporizing form; which aristocratically transpired an infinite more atmosphere’s of harmoniously egalitarian love, O! Yes; it was unbelievably redolent love solely by itself and in its most humanitarianly priceless form; which ardently worshipped an infinite more temples of unassailably venerated love, 256

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O! Yes; it was unceasingly serendipitous love by itself and in its most gorgeously unshakable form; which intriguingly sketched an infinite more natural landscapes of stupendously inscrutable love, O! Yes; it was ever-pervadingly young love by itself and in its most robustly impregnable form; which limitlessly sung an infinite more songs of beautifully virile love, O! Yes; it was everlastingly seductive love by itself and in its most Omnisciently potent form; which magnetically exuded into an infinite more reverberations of unflinchingly indomitable love, O! Yes; it was blissfully emancipating love by itself and in its most thunderously compassionate form; which irrefutably signed an infinite more bonds of indisputably benevolent love, O! Yes; it was symbiotically fragrant love by itself and in its most spectacularly multiplying form; which infallibly united with an infinite more fortresses of peerlessly fathomless love, O! Yes; it was mystically enamoring love by itself and in its most perpetually invincible form; which unchallangably reincarnated an infinite more mists of celestially endless love, O! Yes; it was magically reinvigorating love by itself and in its most supremely innocuous form; which unstoppably spawned into an infinite more seeds of regally fearless love, O! Yes; it was ebulliently fiery love by itself and in its most rejoicingly transcending form; which perennially breathed an infinite more breaths of passionately godly love, O! Yes; it was surreally tantalizing love by itself and in its most immorally faithful form; which unabashedly tied the nuptial thread with an infinite more brides of effervescently boisterous love….

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YOU. YES IT WAS ONLY YOU O! BELOVED… You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose wonderfully luscious lips; invincibly started and ended; my every passionately ignited and bountifully iridescent; kiss; You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rhapsodically emancipating eyes; spell-bindingly started and ended; my every royally unfettered and victoriously poignant; fantasy, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose intricately silken feet; ecstatically started and ended; my every intrepidly titillating and timelessly reinvigorating; adventure, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose sensuously reverberating spine; unbelievably started and ended; my every interminably voluptuous and beautifully euphoric; caress, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose victoriously effulgent palms; stupendously started and ended; my every stroke of joyously unbridled and inscrutably bewitching; destiny, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravishingly titillating hair; handsomely started and ended; my every unabashedly liberating and vivaciously blessed; dance, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose gorgeously seductive nape; inebriatingly started and ended; my every immaculately wondrous and regally ameliorating; nibble, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose uninhibitedly dimpled chin; marvelously started and ended; my every anecdote of pristinely sparkling and insatiably charismatic; mischief, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravenously effervescent belly; potently started and ended; my every fierily unending and fabulously exultated; lick, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rapturously blushing cheeks; poignantly started and ended; my every odyssey of inimitably undying and victoriously unprecedented; excitement, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose blissfully sweat-laden armpit; irrefutably started and ended; my every trail of truthfully emollient and indefatigably insuperable; perseverance, 258

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You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose mellifluously holistic fingers; ecstatically started and ended; my every impeccably benign and unsurpassably altruistic; artistry, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose flirtatiously flapping ears; indomitably started and ended; my every timelessly augmenting and mystically groping; desire, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose compassionately roused bosom; unflinchingly started and ended; my every vial of peerlessly fecund and blessedly magnetic; virility, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose densely enamoring brow; vividly started and ended; my every enigmatically evoking and serenely serendipitous; whisper, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose thunderously electric thighs; uncontrollably started and ended; my every humanely ardent and eternally emaciated; longing, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose magically ameliorating soul; harmoniously started and ended; my every act of wonderfully egalitarian and unconquerably symbiotic; humility, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose incomprehensibly perennial nostrils; aristocratically started and ended; my every expedition of romantically princely and unimaginably heroic; life, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose immortally throbbing heart; perpetually started and ended; my every beat of divinely blossoming and insuperably uniting; love….

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TO MAKE MY HEART SPECIAL To make my eyes special; I feasted them on the unfathomable repertoire of God’s astounding beauty; recounting the same to my blind mates submerged in a blanket of derogatory despair, To make my hands special; I hoisted innocuous orphans high up in the air; escalating them towards their celestial dreams, To make my feet special; I marched and ran indefatigable kilometers on the trot; intrepidly fighting for my tyrannized motherland, To make my lips special; I uninhibitedly unleashed them into a benign smile; imparting perpetual rays of hope to my impoverished mates in inexplicable pain, To make my destiny special; I wholeheartedly led each instant of my life; relishing every ray of the Golden Sun on my nimble skin; as each minute unveiled, To make my tongue special; I sang the harmoniously philanthropic hymns of humanity; endeavoring my best to unite all alike; with the irrefutable voice of mankind, To make my teeth special; I profoundly savored the fruits of mother nature; propagating the essence of blissful non-violence in every quarter of the manipulatively violent planet, To make my reflection special; I used it to cast spells of rejuvenating exhilaration; upon my dreary compatriots; sinking horrendously towards obdurate soil, To make my bones special; I indefatigably persevered all night and day to achieve the ultimate mission of my life; uplift treacherously withering humanity; to an exotic paradise, To make my hair special; I allowed them to drift freely with the gushing breeze; not restraining them to flow into any religion or creed, To make my mind special; I fantasized intransigently in the aisles of fabulous desire; formidably augmenting my vision to serve planet earth; as the days unfurled, To make my blood special; I drained it out entirely from my veins; enlightening the lives of those relinquishing breath rapidly; to blend with diabolical doomsday, To make my shoulders special; I alighted the revered deities of my divinely parents till times immemorial; 260

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transporting them to the most; inconspicuously remote places that they had always wanted, To make my existence special; I unflinchingly kept performing my flurry of tasks; impregnably entwining my hands with my fellow beings in traumatic distress and agonizing pain, To make my ears special; I absorbed the unsurpassable melody in the exuberant breeze; taught the demons to relish the benign tunes of Almighty God, To make my breath special; I planted an insurmountable battalion of trees; bonding each puff of air I exhaled; perennially with impeccable living beings, To make my conscience special; I adopted the path of everlasting righteousness; irrevocably avoiding the temptations of salaciously lecherous desire, To make my soul special; I left every element of its goodness to wander far and wide across this globe; illuminating unfound beams of optimism; in all lives shattered and satanically buried under mountains of utter helplessness, And to make my heart special; I immortally loved the person of my dreams for infinite more births to come; letting the Omnipotent beats of our love; embrace and exist together with over other tangible being…

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NO REPLACEMENTS Rhapsodic joy replaced; agonizing anecdotes of despairing sadness, Opulent wealth replaced; disastrously impoverished caricatures of; miserably slithering poverty, Impeccably sparkling light replaced; deplorably fetid darkness; a dungeon of parasitic gloom since centuries unprecedented, Tornados of Herculean strength replaced; despicably withering bodies; tottering towards the corridors of extinction, A festoon of torrentially amicable smiles replaced; morbidly frustrating boredom; pulverizing you to raw ash each instant, Voluptuously charismatic blankets of mysticism replaced; stringent monotony; augmenting more hideously than the devils as time unveiled, Nostalgic childhood replaced; lecherous incidents of ghastly manipulation; tyrannizing you to the realms of ultimate doomsday, Incessantly ticking clock replaced; baseless laziness; perpetually massacring the last iota of exuberant energy from your robust body, Invincible conviction replaced; entities stuttering at every step they took; eventually collapsing like a pile of inconspicuous matchsticks, Persevering hard work replaced; lackadaisically nictitating mice; surrendering in meek submission; even before the mission commenced, Prudently sagacious education replaced; hopeless caverns of pathetic illiteracy; pulverizing a person like mincemeat; in today’s acrimonious society, Irrefutable truth replaced; gory corpses of blatant lies; infiltrating like a pertinent leech into blissful quarters of society, Immaculate skies of honesty replaced; heartbreaking encounters of betrayal; utterly devastating an individual to lead a shamefully crippled life, Indefatigable cloud covers of innovation replaced; abhorrent stagnation; rotting treacherously towards the satanic atmosphere of hell, Insatiable simplicity replaced; the unfathomable webs 262

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of bizarre complication; uncouthly stabbing each asset of preciously gifted life, Enchanting rain’s of fantasy replaced; frigidly heinous commercial reality; profusely incapacitating man from; enriching with God’s grace, Resplendently twinkling stars replaced; anguished wounds in inexplicable pain; a terrorizing darkness that enveloped like perilous swords from all sides, Ravishingly exotic ocean’s of fragrance replaced; insurmountably decaying stench of the gutters; inundated with crime; lies and derogatory messengers of mankind, The innocent voice of the conscience replaced; all sinister sins of past; present and future lives, But there was no replacement for Love; as the moment you tried to replace it; it only got substituted by more formidable equations of immortal love; for as long as life on the planet existed; for as long as it took birth again; and again and again…

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LOVE IS NOT JUST A DREAM Love is not just a definition, It is a boundless reservoir of empathy; not yielding the slightest even in the most acrimonious of storm… Love is not just a word, It is an impregnable fortress; which withstands the most mightiest of condemnation and torrential attack… Love is not just a desire, It is an immortal relationship; blossoming into a festoon of benign goodness as each instant unveiled… Love is not just an infatuation, It is an astounding rainbow inundated with infinite colors and charm; bonding in threads of a perpetual relationship for centuries immemorial…. Love is not just a gift, It is the summit of ultimate ecstasy in every living beings life; escalating like an untamed inferno; seductively over the starry skies… Love is not just a philosophy, It is a perennially sacred verse; which miraculously alleviates the most gruesome of suffering; by its mere incantation from the periphery of the lips… Love is not just a spark, It is an everlasting desire which astonishingly proliferates as time passes; transcending over the worst of boredom; misery and pain…. Love is not just a titillation, It is an enchanting caress which makes you feel the richest entity alive; embracing all religion and mankind; in the swirl of its Omnipotent aura…. And love is not just a dream, It is an immortal reality which has been there even before this earth was created; bonding hearts all across the trajectory of this boundless Universe in its enthralling entrenchment; giving them a reason to beat….

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SADLY NO BEATS The most disgraceful thing for the skies; was to have their gorgeously fathomless periphery; savagely encrypted by a battalion of ominously heinous clouds, The most disgraceful thing for the dog; was to have its handsomely harmonious body; brutally kicked by its charismatically revered master, The most disgraceful thing for the deserts; was to have their boundlessly celestial carpet of glistening sands; inundated with Herculean tons of capriciously insipid water, The most disgraceful thing for the discotheque; was to have its bombastically sleazy interiors; holistically invaded by blissfully sacrosanct prayer and painstakingly persevering rhyme, The most disgraceful thing for the forests; was to have their mystically romantic and profusely scented surroundings; heinously perpetuated by obnoxiously acrimonious gas; become a commercial warehouse for monotonously vindictive business magnates, The most disgraceful thing for the sharks; was to impregnate their preposterously mammoth mouths with diminutively worthless vegetables; slither incessantly on frigid soil amidst a mountain of; lackadaisically nonchalant seaweed, The most disgraceful thing for the cow; was to perennially ooze opulently spurious wine from its overwhelmingly divinely teats; replenish its stomach with parsimonious garbage left overs; left by the uncouthly barbaric society for its nocturnal meal, The most disgraceful thing for the ocean; was to have its ravishingly undulating and timeless expanse of waves; salaciously pervaded upon by hideously gargantuan tankers of morbidly murderous oil, The most disgraceful thing for the birds; was to have their rhetorically nimble and flamboyantly boisterous demeanor’s incarcerated behind appalling prison bars; being treacherously bereft of galloping flight, The most disgraceful thing for the old; was to have their devastatingly ailing bodies being treated like pieces of insanely threadbare shit; being 265

opprobriously castigated from their own dwellings; by their irascibly impudent kin, The most disgraceful thing for the corpse; was to have its dolorously dreary interiors sagaciously infiltrated by vivaciously sparkling life; bloom into miraculous resplendence; the very word which was a lethal venom for its perilously sinister ears, The most disgraceful thing for the teacher; was to be belligerently rebuked by his unsurpassable horde of immaculate students; being boycotted with the tag of “Liar”, for ostensibly no fault of his, The most disgraceful thing for the athlete; was to disastrously stumble into obdurately mortifying soil; the instant he alighted his robustly sparkling foot; in electric exuberance from the starting line, The most disgraceful thing for the writer; was to have his most pricelessly countless volumes of spell binding literature; menacingly excoriated apart into a trillion specks of lackluster dust; the very alphabets which he had so ardently harnessed with his very own; crimson blood, The most disgraceful thing for the stomach; was to meaninglessly puke out even the last iota of food synergistically entrapped within; after consuming the most harmoniously blessed ingredients of Mother Nature, The most disgraceful thing for the shadow; was to have its stupendously enigmatic contours lecherously punctured by maniacally concrete civilizations of rigidity; have its silken grace manipulatively trespassed by greedy tycoons, The most disgraceful thing for the conscience; was to be incomprehensibly burdened by a dungeon of blatantly abhorrent lies; wholesomely vanquish its spirit of irrefutably godly righteousness; at the slightest of greedy provocation, The most disgraceful thing for existence; was to be indefatigably enshrouded by precarious hurricanes of stagnating death; perpetually relinquish its Omnipotent aura; to the deplorable hell of non-existence, And the most disgraceful thing for love; was diabolically bellicose betrayal; being viciously slapped by the person it had uninhibitedly devoted its countless lifetimes; being left to wander with solely a remorseful heart; but SADLY NO BEATS….

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WELCOMING HER BACK Gruesome carpets of despairing blindness had set upon her magnificently sparkling countenance; enveloping her perennially in a world of bizarre darkness, But it was my eyes that had veritably lost every iota of sight; as I stumbled like an insane lunatic in every sphere of life; tragically devastated in whirlpools of ghastly depression…. Gory leprosy had descended lecherously upon her marvelously blissful demeanor; brutally incapacitating her in wholesome entirety; for the remainder of her life, But it was my hands and feet that had veritably lost even the most tiniest of ability to hoist; as I haplessly staggered in a tornado of doom; for centuries immemorial…. Barbaric dumbness had salaciously entrenched upon her majestically royal countenance; ruthlessly chopping every cranny of her robustly melodious cadence; into a countless pieces of insipid nothingness, But it was my tongue that had veritably lost even the most remotest of ability to speak; as I pathetically slithered on remorseful spit; without the slightest sound emanating from my tyrannized throat…. Diabolical sadness had fathomlessly enveloped upon her sparklingly robust stride; penalizing her immaculate grace for absolutely no fault of hers, But it was my lips that had veritably relinquished all smiles; as I drunk tears of horrendous solitude each unfurling instant of the treacherous day; trespassing through a battlefield of vindictive prejudice soaked in ghastly blood; all my life… Ominously irascible cancer had cascaded down upon her blisteringly flamboyant visage; murderously asphyxiating all her glorious happiness in destined life, But it was my body that veritably puked everything that I tried to ravishingly swallow; with a tinge of lecherously debilitating yellow; proliferating astoundingly; upon my hopelessly extinguishing senses….. Savage termites had crawled upon from all sides upon her magically glistening persona; barbarically attacking her with contemptuously opprobrious lechery, But it was my veins that veritably lost every 267

ingredient of scarlet blood; as I incessantly floated like a lifeless skeleton; through the corpse of gory death and in the graveyard of malicious abhorrence…. Overpowering darkness had viciously infiltrated upon her gorgeously delectable reflection; crippling her invidiously of all those blissfully romantic moments; in euphorically vibrant life, But it was my dwelling that had veritably abnegated all traces of dynamic light; as I couldn’t find even my own silhouette; decaying into wisps of worthlessly horrific oblivion….. Perfidious paralysis had vindictively gripped her enamoringly scintillating scent from all sides; treacherously overtoppling her from Omnipotent realms of blissfully blessed sleep, But it was my heart that had veritably ceased to function; ludicrously dissolving all its passionate reservoir of beats with domains of penalizing hell; ruthlessly massacring even the most priceless of emotion; and the chapter of immortal love…. And devilishly unforgiving death had stooped perilously upon her daintily tinkling royalty; rendering her meaninglessly at the last stage of her most fabulously priceless existence, But it was my breath that had veritably snapped in wholesome entirety from my deplorably bleeding nostrils; as I reached heaven even before the most ethereal of her shadow could creep through; to welcome her as her unassailable lover; eternally and once again….

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ULTIMATE MESSIAH OF HUMANITY I wanted to dedicate my diminutive eyes; solely to her majestically blooming cisterns of poignant empathy; sleep in her voluptuous eyelashes; for centuries immemorial, I wanted to dedicate my abraded lips; solely to her aristocratically tinkling smile; be profusely assimilated in the silver saliva that she slurped; every time she compassionately pursed her mouth, I wanted to dedicate my withering cheeks; solely to her profoundly crimson blushes; rejoicing in her ebullient whirlwind of happiness; as she ecstatically tread on satiny soil, I wanted to dedicate my penurious palms; solely to her fabulously enigmatic destiny; rhetorically maneuvering every element of my existence; to the vivacious tunes of her magnetic life, I wanted to dedicate my distraught scalp; solely to her ravishingly tantalizing hair; become the marvelously scintillating swish of air that resonated; whenever she seductively swayed her head, I wanted to dedicate my pecuniary chin; solely to her nostalgically titillating reflection; blending every iota of my holistic spirit in entirety; to her overwhelmingly magnetic persona, I wanted to dedicate my fatigued chest; solely to her melodiously unassailable soul; coalescing every cranny of my pathetically dwindling senses; with the Omnipotent magic in her crimson blood, I wanted to dedicate my mutilated feet; solely to her impeccable stride; wholesomely becoming every step that she trespassed on; to evolve a magnificently scintillating tomorrow, I wanted to dedicate my famished hunger; solely to her perennially augmenting yearning for voluptuously charismatic desire; become every ingredient of her piquantly replenished and marvelously alluring grace, I wanted to dedicate my nomadic ears; solely to her ingratiatingly rhapsodic sound; bounce with stupendous exhilaration in the garden of her perpetually ravishing enchantment, I wanted to dedicate my rustically wandering neck; solely to her sensuously drifting and captivatingly euphoric aura; relentlessly cuddle in the ferociously tangy warmth of her divine countenance, 269

I wanted to dedicate my mercurial teeth; solely to her vibrantly nubile back; igniting fireballs of tumultuous longing in every iota of her flesh; as I nibbled tenderly; till the very last of my veritable breath, I wanted to dedicate my countless bones; solely to her irrefutably impregnable cause for philanthropic righteousness; become every vein of her never ending tenacity; to mitigate inexplicable suffering from planet earth, I wanted to dedicate my dolorous shadow; solely to her astoundingly enigmatic and benign voice; eternally tracing the euphorically fantastic cadence; in her gloriously vivacious sounds, I wanted to dedicate my vanquished head; solely to her bountifully sacrosanct feet; intransigently following her sagaciously Omnipotent footsteps; to every cranny of the globe that she went, I wanted to dedicate my flirtatious shoulders; solely to her supremely princely visage; hoisting her grandiloquent body to beyond the land of infinite infinity; at the most infinitesimal of her Godly command, I wanted to dedicate my golden sweat; solely to her untamed wave of unrelenting perseverance; mesmerizing each disastrously exhausted pore of my skin; with the celestial river of humanity fulminating profusely; from her eclectic persona, I wanted to dedicate my truncated breath; solely to her tranquilly bequeathing life; forever become the fragrance of humanitarian righteousness; which she ubiquitously wafted; on her every mystically proliferating step, And I wanted to dedicate my throbbing heart; solely to her immortally bestowing love; bond every beat wailing in my indiscreetly trembling chest with her Omniscient essence; to tower unequivocally as the ultimate messiah of humanity….

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DEVOURED In the bizarre wilderness of the relentlessly dense forests; I intransigently felt as if I was being profoundly devoured; in a world of unending mysticism and uninhibited enigma, In the dolorously dooming graveyard; I incessantly felt as if I was being morbidly devoured; in whirlpools of remorsefully disastrous depression, In the heart of the resplendently ravishing ocean; I euphorically felt as I was being tanigly devoured; by unfathomable spurts of frosty exuberance, In the satiny cover of the opalescently majestic night; I tranquilly felt as if I was being ebulliently devoured; by impregnably enamoring and fabulously fascinating peace, In the unsurpassably redolent garden of gorgeously scarlet roses; I enchantingly felt as if I was being fragrantly devoured; by insurmountable fireballs of royal scent, In the monotonously manipulative domains of the corporate office; I unrelentingly felt as if I was being malevolently devoured; by endless waves of horrendously stagnating boredom, In the entrenchment of discerningly scintillating mirrors; I optimistically felt as if I was being candidly devoured; by the innermost voices of my righteously entrapped conscience, In the ghastly pool of horrifically diabolical crocodiles; I insidiously felt as if I was being salaciously devoured; by gruesomely acrimonious savagery, In the panoramic kaleidoscope of the gorgeously blooming gorge; I timelessly felt as if I was being bountifully devoured; by a whole new civilization of astounding newness, In the impeccably bustling kindergarten of new born infants; I rhapsodically felt as if I was being blissfully devoured; by incomprehensibly compassionate tornado’s; of magnificently divine energy, In the branches of the inscrutably rustling tree; I intriguingly felt as if I was being profusely devoured; by seductively tantalizing carpets of perennially escalating desire, In the flames of the unremittingly blazing fire; I dynamically felt as if I was being ardently devoured; 271

by flames of eternally fathomless passion, In the wings of the overwhelmingly zipping aircraft; I ecstatically felt as if I was being spell bindingly devoured; by a majestically volatile fervor to gallop resurgently; throughout the tenure of my diminutively impoverished life, In the light of the tantalizingly flickering candle; I ardently felt as if I was being uxoriously devoured; by cisterns of intimately infidel electricity; clinging fanatically close to the visage of my blossoming dreamgirl, In the disdainfully abominable pigs hutch; I abhorrently felt as if I was being devastatingly devoured; by sordidly forlorn filth and rotting piles of worthless nothingness, In the land of poetically celestial justice; I romantically felt as if I was being fascinatingly devoured; by limitless caverns of harmoniously tingling contentment; an insatiably philanthropic desire to wholesomely blend with the threads of priceless humanity, In the midst of the vivaciously gregarious rainbow; I magically felt as I was being splendidly devoured; by holistically iridescent beams of voluptuous innovation; as sparkling hurricanes of fresh energy enveloped each cranny of my; beleaguered countenance, In the boundless fountain of mesmerizing breath; I Omnisciently felt as I was being miraculously devoured; by infinite more blessed lives; of my very own amiable kind, And in the unassailably vivid eyes of my ravishing beloved; I immortally felt as I was being beautifully devoured; by the Sun of unequivocally bequeathing love; the rays of a perpetually everlasting relationship; which vehemently refused to die….

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THE MOST PRICELESS THING The most priceless thing that my mother could ever have bequeathed upon me; was her unconditional support and compassion; even in my times of acrimoniously devastating survival, The most priceless thing that my sister could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a kaleidoscope of astoundingly intriguing mischief; making me perennially feel that I was that; unscrupulous child once again, The most priceless thing that my father could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unrelenting dynamism to propel forward come what may; blaze more ferociously than the midday Sun; even in the heart of the perniciously insidious midnight, The most priceless thing that my grandmother could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a fabulously ingratiating tale of my sparklingly revered ancestors; an unparalleled urge in me to trace back my aboriginal rudiments; till the last breath I that I inhaled, The most priceless thing that my neighbors could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an ecstatic spirit of never-dying unity; coalescing every benevolent step of theirs with my; unflinchingly revolution towards righteousness, The most priceless thing that my friends could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unprecedented ardor to gyrate in mesmerizing boisterousness; shrug all tensions of the monotonously sweltering day; to wholeheartedly romance with the winds of the ravishing night, The most priceless thing that my children could ever have bequeathed upon me; was profound whirlpools of immaculate newness; that led me to intransigently grope for fascinating enchantment; on every mesmerizing path that I tread, The most priceless thing that my shadow could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a cloud of voluptuously titillating excitement; enveloping me in a whirlwind of seductively princely imagination; for decades unfathomable, The most priceless thing that my echo could ever have bequeathed upon 273

me; was a bountifully ringing ebullience; an unassailable magnet of mysticism that profusely entrenched each of my drearily bedraggled nerves, The most priceless thing that my pet could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an irrevocably sacerdotal feeling of timeless faith; a fortress of impregnable solidarity to believe forever; in all philanthropic living kind, The most priceless thing that my dwelling could ever have bequeathed upon me; was enchantingly blissful support in my times of disastrously stagnating isolation; a synergistically placating vivaciousness; that kept me bereft of all debilitation and murderous disease, The most priceless thing that my pen could ever have bequeathed upon me; was ubiquitously enthralling words of candid humanity; an astoundingly amiable fountain of gregarious relationships; which grew even more formidable in times of dooming distress, The most priceless thing that my eyes could ever have bequeathed upon me; was the marvelous artistry on the canvas of the fathomless Universe; the gloriously Aristocratic beauty hidden in each tranquil particle; of the handsome atmosphere, The most priceless thing that my ancestors could ever have bequeathed upon me; was such miraculously Omnipotent parents; whose fragrance of stupendously enlightening existence; is what I will always cherish in every diminutive birth of mine, The most priceless thing that my God could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an incessant river of boundless creativity; an unsurpassable energy to magically conceive; beyond the intriguingly extraordinary, The most priceless thing that my conscience could ever have bequeathed upon me; was the immutably unconquerable sword of divine truth; wholesomely extinguishing the very rudiments; of the chapter called lecherous lies, The most priceless thing that my breath could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a tireless ardor to holistically survive; sensuously fantasize beyond the realms of tantalizing paradise; as each puff of ravishing air 274

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entered into my famished nostrils, The most priceless thing that my heart could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a thunderous obsession to chase the innermost voices lingering in my soul; indefatigably resonate in the beats of a majestically melodious existence, And the most priceless thing that my beloved could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unending ocean of immortal love; relentlessly teaching me to affably share and desire; relentlessly teaching me to be always helping humanity; and enthusiastically alive….

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TILL DEATH DO US APART Till death do us apart; we will intransigently continue to harmoniously sing together; deluge every cranny of the gloomily frustrated atmosphere; with ebulliently euphoric sounds, Till death do us apart; we will indefatigably continue to tantalizingly dance together; resplendently trigger the voluptuousness of the exotic night; with untamed fireballs of augmenting compassion, Till death do us apart; we will irrevocably continue to wholeheartedly laugh together; endeavoring our best to ignite the smiles of priceless humanity; on every lecherous face inundated with remorsefully debilitating disease, Till death do us apart; we will relentlessly continue to uninhibitedly philander together; blissfully frolicking in the aisles of rhapsodic desire and benign happiness; for centuries immemorial, Till death do us apart; we will unitedly continue to coalesce all mankind together; try our ultimate best to melange all religions; caste; creed and tribe alike; in the sea of glittering humanity, Till death do us apart; we will sensuously continue to fantasize together; fabulously wander in the lanes of bountifully bequeathing paradise; romancing with every element of the fathomlessly majestic beauty around, Till death do us apart; we will immutably continue to discover together; evolving a fantastically new township of vivacious grace and incredulously astounding intrigue; on every step that we holistically tread, Till death do us apart; we will irrefutably continue to bless together; bestowing an unfathomable whirlpool of philanthropic richness; upon every inexplicably devastated counterpart of ours; whom we encountered in our way, Till death do us apart; we will ardently continue to cry together; unequivocally sharing our triumph as well as ghastly sorrows alike; profusely entrenched in bonds of magically Omnipotent empathy, Till death do us apart; we will relentlessly continue to fight together; assimilating every iota of our surreptitiously entrapped courage and solidarity; to forever drive the ominous traitors; gorily decimating 276

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our sacrosanct motherland, Till death do us apart; we will unsurpassably continue to paint together; delectably capturing the entire beauty of this boundless planet; in the vivacious kaleidoscope of our piquant eyes, Till death do us apart; we will miraculously continue to procreate together; spawning gloriously immaculate offsprings of our very own crimson blood; contributing our very best in continuing God’s most holy chapter of blooming existence, Till death do us apart; we will obsessively continue to learn together; celestially imbibing all the stupendously synergistic goodness that lingered bountifully in the atmosphere; and then disseminating its Omniscient essence to every household asphyxiated with gruesome darkness, Till death do us apart; we will inexorably continue to fly together; exuberantly surge forward with the full fervor of life; to blossom the flower of our benevolently beautiful dreams; into a veritably sparkling reality, Till death do us apart; we will indefatigably continue to march together; blend our innocuously righteous palms in the walls of unassailable solidarity; unflinchingly ready to tackle any diabolical devil; who dared stop us in our truthful way, Till death do us apart; we will insatiably continue to err together; inadvertently commit an unfathomable volley of mistakes; which would timelessly leave our footprints on this earth as pure humans; every time it was given a chance to be born, Till death do us apart; we will perennially continue to eat together; relishing the most gorgeously glorious fruits of Mother nature; cupped symbiotically in our palms and under the seductively milky moonlight, Till death do us apart; we will perpetually continue to breathe together; surviving as a unconquerably single spirit; least bothered about what the acrimoniously tyrannical society; had to spuriously comment on our eternal relationship, And till death do us apart; we will immortally continue to love together; impregnably bonding the beats of our passionately thundering hearts in flames of fulminating romance; drinking; eating; breathing; discovering; exploring and preaching; only the elixir of mankind; to ecstatically survive…. 277

LOVED BY HER LOVE My proudest desire; was to be relentlessly desired by her mystically voluptuous eyes; whether they stared lamely into exotic space; or whether they shut themselves into a boundlessly celestial reverie, My proudest possession; was to be intransigently possessed by her seductively enamoring arms; the compassionate whirlpools of fragrant moisture; that tumultuously encapsulated the inside of her palms, My proudest fantasy; was to be insatiably fantasized by her intriguingly spell binding brain; become an integral part of her every sensuously titillating dream, My proudest philosophy; was to be ardently philosophized by her philanthropically benign countenance; as she disseminated every element of goodness in my impoverished soul; to the most fathomless corners of this enchanting earth, My proudest voice; was to be indefatigably voiced by her melodiously blissful throat; become the poignant rudiments of every sound; that emanated from her rubicund tongue, My proudest certificate; was to be irrefutably certified by her impeccably majestic grace; as she not only made me feel the opulently blessed organism alive; but marvelously vanquished even the most inadvertently committed sins; of my past life, My proudest symbol; was to be unequivocally symbolized by her piquantly perpetual senses; as she tirelessly traced every disastrously trembling contour of my body; till infinite kilometers beyond the land of; bountifully everlasting paradise, My proudest charm; was to be miraculously charmed by her Omnipotent presence; blend every element of my staggeringly debilitated persona; with her magnetically sacrosanct; religion of humanity, My proudest aspiration; was to be irrevocably aspired by her seductively dancing footsteps; become every silken path on which she tread her; fabulously fervent grace, My proudest poetry; was to be unrelentingly poeticized by her ecstatically gushing tears of unprecedented happiness; become every landscape of fantastically flowering beauty; which she magnificently sketched on the; gloriously barren canvas, 278

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My proudest obsession; was to be overwhelmingly obsessed by every droplet of Omnisciently crimson blood that traversed like thunderbolts of white lightening through her veins; become everything that she caressed in the tenure of her; blissfully endowed lifetime, My proudest purification; was to be sagaciously purified by her patriotically marching stride; as she conquered even the most diminutive speck of evil in the atmosphere; with the unfathomable river of empathy; in her mesmerizing conscience, My proudest feeling; was to be incessantly felt by her harmoniously godly fingers; escalate to the most eternal clouds of steaming romance; as she magically spun the web of her untamed yearning; around every famished pore of my dreary silhouette, My proudest perception; was to be timelessly perceived by the unsurpassable flames of belonging in her redolent chest; gyrate as the only angel of her life; in the immaculate whites of her eyes, My proudest teaching; was to be prudently taught by her magnanimously righteous grace; become every ubiquitously priceless principle of mankind; that she diffused like a Goddess; to the remotest corner of this colossal planet, My proudest light; was to be magnetically lighted by the lamp of her perennially augmenting ebullience; as she uncontrollably fulminated into cloudbursts of sheer euphoria; at the tiniest of my caress, My proudest reflection; was to be emphatically reflected in every glimmer that marvelously radiated from her flamboyantly bedazzling sweat; become every line of destiny wonderfully besieging her Omnipresent hands, My proudest breath; was to be impregnably breathed by her ardently blazing nostrils; become every iota of ravishing air which she inhaled; into the realms of her innocuously heaving chest, My proudest love; was to be immortally loved by her unassailably charismatic heart; perpetually live and die; with its handsomely palpitating beats; alike….

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LOVE HAD NEVER SEEMED SO IMMORTAL Food had never seemed better than it did today; when I was profusely famished to the last core of my bedraggled intestines; frantically dithering in dungeons of bizarre starvation, The valley had never seemed so mesmerizing than it did today; when I found every cranny of my devastatingly monotonous countenance; wholeheartedly breaking free; from chains of tyrannical deprivation, Sleep had never seemed so grandiloquent than it did today; when I was indefatigably exhausted to the last bone of my treacherously withering spine; and every beleaguered bone of my body; intransigently refused to go even a step further, Poetry had never seemed so sparkling than it did today; when I uninhibitedly unveiled the disastrously manipulative arenas of my commercially stringent brain; into a fathomless world of fantasy and tantalizingly never-ending desire, Fur had never seemed so compassionate than it did today; when I uncontrollably trembled in the desolate chill; with nothing but ungainly solitariness; camouflaging me insidiously from all sides, Roses had never seemed so exotic than they did today; when I pathetically staggered on every step I alighted; insurmountably asphyxiated by the winds of bizarre bloodshed and satanically vicious lechery, Tears had never seemed so heartwarming than they did today; when I witnessed my long lost mate in robustly blissful form and resplendently bouncing; after centuries immemorial, Artistry had never seemed so exquisite than it did today; when I frolicked in the garden of voluptuous enchantment; far away and wholesomely oblivious to the parasitic vagaries; of this blood sucking planet, The ocean had never seemed so reinvigorating than it did today; when I voraciously blended each pore of my disdainfully squalid body with the tangy waves; after almost a decade of rotting in the viciously dilapidated gutters, Speed had never seemed so exhilarating than it did today; when I reached the dwelling of my perniciously extinguishing kin; just flash seconds before they could bid a royal adieu; to the overwhelming mysticism of this perpetual earth, 280

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Light had never seemed so Omnipotent than it did today; when I despondently transgressed through a tunnel of gruesome blackness; with the lids of my eyes savagely sealed by chains of dolorous prejudice, The pen had never seemed so priceless than it did today; when I churned an unfathomable epic of poignant emotions with its embellished nib; candidly baring out the inner most recesses of my aimlessly loitering soul, Smiles had never seemed so gratifying than they did today; when I felt gorily constipated in a web of blatantly hideous lies; burying my face deep down in dust; to chat with the remorsefully diminutive worms in black soil,’ Rainbows had never seemed so vivacious than they did today; when I venomously stagnated in the aisles of insatiably penalizing depression; counting the last days of my life even in the absolute prime of; scintillating nubile youth, Whistles had never seemed so replenishing than they did today; when I frenziedly groped for the right direction; wholesomely lost amidst the terrorizing maze of; stoically impersonal space age robots, Mirrors had never seemed so congenial than they did today; when I ardently waited for an invincibly philanthropic friend to lean upon; amusing my impoverished senses with my very own minuscule reflection; for infinite more births of mine yet to come,’ Butterflies had never seemed so frolicking than they did today; when I lay penuriously maimed in corridors of devilishly lambasting hell; irrevocably entrenched by a wall of invidious nothingness, Breath had never seemed so Omnipotent than it did today; when I was miserably slithering on the ground without the most infinitesimal trace of heavenly air; about to completely abnegate my senses forever; to disappear into non-existent wisps of tragic oblivion, And love had never seemed so immortal than it did today; when my heart was tumultuously throbbing for the girl whom I had perennially desired; the soul mate for which each beat intensely flaming in my chest; could die this very instant for…..

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PAINT MY HEART Paint the fathomless kaleidoscope of barren sky; with resplendently ingratiating and vivid clouds, Paint boundless kilometers of devastated land; with effulgent roses and bountifully blossoming seeds, Paint countless expanses of lackadaisically dying deserts; with majestic oceans of gigantic cactus and insatiably passionate streams of golden water, Paint pathetically withering and staggeringly leafless trees; with an unfathomable forest of sparkling fruit and melodiously exuberant cheer, Paint uncouthly wastrel and brutally kicked stones; with enamoring charisma; and voluptuously tingling exoticism, Paint acrimoniously ghastly and bloodsucking battlefields; with the miraculously philanthropic ointment of benign humanity, Paint devastatingly orphaned and penuriously stumbling lives; with perennially unsurpassable blankets of compassionate love, Paint ungainly devilish and insanely cold blooded parasites; with an eternally everlasting fragrance of benevolent mankind, Paint the insidiously maverick and doggedly diabolical rocks; with ecstatically tangy spray of the ravishing sea’s, Paint the squeamishly distorted and deplorably cowardish traitors; with brazenly intrepid winds of patriotically scintillating bravery, Paint the obsoletely dilapidated and turgidly monotonous walls; with vivacious streaks of fabulous color and overwhelmingly sporting frolic, Paint the rambunctiously unruly well of stinking frogs; with the curtainspread of blissfully tranquil peace and harmonious synergy, Paint the souls of all those tyrannically commercial; with symbiotic fountains of uninhibitedly gratifying relationships, Paint pugnacious arrows of satanically evil; with irrefutably priceless elements of honesty and astoundingly opulent humanity, Paint the morbidly sullen and remorsefully obnoxious cradle of atmosphere; with an unimaginably Herculean valley of tantalizing sounds, Paint truculently dictatorial and stringently 282

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treacherous brains; with passionately romantic flames of graciously seductive fantasy, Paint the inevitably guilty and ghastily lying walls of the conscience; with the perpetually blistering fabric of sagaciously glittering truth, Paint insurmountably vast graveyards of sordidly dead; with poignantly iridescent waterfalls of vibrantly tingling life, And paint my fanatically wandering and relentlessly restless heart O! Almighty Lord; with the divinely immortal and the most celestial religion existing in this world; called UNASSAILABLE LOVE….

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IMMORTALY RULED Fathomless carpets of voluptuous forests; might be ruled by the royally roaring lions, But it was her ingratiatingly seductive cocoon of compassionate smiles; that irrefutably and immortally ruled; every iota of my scorchingly parched lips….. Boundless winds of vividly free space; might be ruled by the blazingly uninhibited eagles, But it was her voluptuously tantalizing aroma; that invincibly and immortally ruled; every cranny of my frigidly dithering senses…… Astronomically towering summits of the mountains; might be ruled by fantastically sweltering and golden sunlight, But it was her impeccably everlasting shine; that unassailably and immortally ruled; my drearily beleaguered and sagging eyes….. Unfathomable expanses of the ravishingly salty oceans; might be ruled by handsomely gargantuan; and scintillatingly silver striped sharks, But it was her perennial river of enchanting fantasy; that tangily and immortally ruled; every space of my maniacally deprived brain…. Countless kilometers of blistering desert mud; might be ruled by the indefatigably stout and adorably humble hunch backed camel, But it was her astounding kaleidoscope of spell binding newness; that endlessly and immortally ruled; every path of my indolently painstaking existence…. Immeasurably colossal sheets of immaculately white canvas; might be ruled by the rhetorically dexterous artist, But it was her intricately divine fingers; that timelessly and immortally ruled; every part of my languidly stooping flesh…. Unsurpassable blankets of tingling darkness; might be ruled by the Omnisciently milky and mesmerizing moon, But it was her melodiously enigmatic voice; that blissfully and immortally ruled; every dwindling wave of my impoverished soul….. Countless trajectories of civilizations and synergistic townships; might be ruled by the 284

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righteously Godly fireball of unending truth, But it was her impeccably Omnipotent conscience; that miraculously and immortally ruled; every element of my lugubriously lecherous survival….. Unimaginably ecstatic walls of paradise; might be ruled by seductively silken and stupendously exhilarating fairies, But it was her vivaciously boisterous breath; that astoundingly and immortally ruled; every vein of my timidly extinguishing countenance…… And the entire Universe boundless and limitless; might be ruled by the grace of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord, But it was her passionately everlasting love; that relentlessly and immortally ruled; every beat of my capriciously disappearing heart….

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STILL THE RICHEST Not a single cloth to camouflage my devastatingly tottering body; as I trespassed like a ghoulishly grotesque ghost; through the uncouthly chilly winds of vengefully freezing winter, Not a single penny in my brutally bedraggled pockets; as I insanely loitered like a barbaric lunatic; through the lanes of overwhelmingly stinking poverty; and depraving cowardice, Not a single sound in my satanically rotting throat; as I groped like a parsimoniously dumb rat; through the painstakingly debilitated corridors; of dolorous doom and deprivation, Not a single hair to envelop my penuriously gleaming scalp; as I became an unsurpassable mountain of deplorable ridicule for the rich and rustically impoverished; alternatively and alike, Not a single shade to entrench my hopelessly deadened facial contours; as I pathetically stumbled on every step; into a dungeon of ghastly depression and horrendous prejudice, Not a single blush encompassing my haplessly beleaguered cheeks; as I frigidly slithered like colorlessly asphyxiated water; through the deserts of sweltering solitude, Not a single jewel embellishing my capriciously dithering flesh; as I got inevitably spat upon; by even the most despicably nonchalant of pigs, Not a single smile encapsulating my unfathomably cracked and sleazy lips; as I fulminated into an unending volley of remorseful tears; even in the most vibrantly ecstatic moments of vivid life, Not a single fantasy in my lecherously manipulative brain; as I parasitically sucked whatever I could lay my hands upon; to holistically survive, Not a single line on my insidiously lackadaisical palms; as I maniacally groped without the slightest of direction; destiny and ambition; for centuries immemorial, Not a single twinkle in my treacherously withering eyes; as I invidiously sighted nothing but hideously commercial corruption; even in the most majestic land of the handsomely divine, 286

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Not a single muscle in my abominably delirious arms; as I got wholesomely pulverized by even the most minuscule ants; the instants that they nimbly brushed by my disgustingly flailing side, Not a single morsel of food in my tyrannically famished stomach; as I approached veritable extinction more vociferously by the unfurling minute; with a cloud of abhorrent darkness incorrigibly lingering around my bizarrely annihilated persona, Not a single shadow emanating from my profusely penalized countenance; as I aimlessly wandered without an entity of my own; through the lanes of murderously crippling doom, Not a single cheer in my severely deprived demeanor; as I embraced the walls of lugubrious nonchalance; to be worthlessly squelched to piles of inconspicuous ash; on every path that I tread, Not a single fortification in my savagely strangulated senses; as I disappeared into wisps of non-existent oblivion; at the tiniest puff of air that wafted; from the irascibly pertinent mosquitoes mouth, Not a single enchantment in my devilishly maimed veins; as I blended with threadbare granules of insipid dust on the baseless streets; devouring obdurately dreary stones hurled at me by the entire planet; and from every possible side, Not a single breath in my sullenly constipated nostrils; as I relinquished even the most infinitesimal desire to survive; even as I was in the pristine prime of everlasting youth, But still the most richest man on this Universe; as I had her pricelessly invincible heartbeats; the immortal river of her Godly love; perpetually imprisoned in the inner most arenas of my chest; fulminating like a princess unassailable; and forever mine….

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FLAMES OF MIRACULOUS LOVE Her unsurpassable voice; was as tangy as the melodiously swaying oranges; drifting every element of my devastatingly sagging countenance; towards a world of fantastically spell binding enchantment, Her timeless shadow; was as ravishing as a voluptuously seductive cistern of mesmerizing fern; inundating each cranny of my slitheringly monotonous soul; with unparalleled exuberance to gustily surge forward in vivacious life, Her intricate eyelashes; were as silken as the enigmatically swirling clouds in resplendent cosmos; fanatically propelling me to chase the entrenchment of beauty and inexorable charisma; for times immemorial, Her fiery nostrils; were as piquant as boundless farms of ingratiatingly poignant chili; insatiably triggering me to intrepidly leap into the valley of ebullient adventure; be the untamed warrior of philanthropic patriotism; whenever the dungeon of diabolical lechery took its debilitating toll, Her marvelous eyes; were as impeccable as waterfalls of innocuously cascading cotton from the heart of the fathomless skies; nostalgically instilling in me the unprecedented euphoria; to be that untainted infant once again, Her incomprehensible odor; was as redolent as the tantalizingly crimson rose; profusely titillating me into a paradise of blissfully blossoming and perpetually gratifying prosperity, Her nimble toes; were as vibrant as the astoundingly iridescent rainbows; filtering beams of optimistic hope; in my existence plagued with horrifically despairing and inexplicably hopeless gloom, Her pristine lips; were as incredulously rubicund as the blooming apples; splashing every arena of my impoverished existence; with an unfathomable kaleidoscope of color and fabulously eternal charm, Her magnificent fingers; were as scintillating as the flamboyantly ferocious fingers; incinerating fireballs of everlasting passion; even in the heart of my every insidiously deadened night, Her golden perspiration; was as enchanting as gloriously celestial honey; enshrouding each pore of 288

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my overwhelmingly bedraggled demeanor; with the lantern of jubilantly melodious happiness, Her bedazzling stride; was as heavenly as the boisterously rhyming sparrows; engendering me to forever march ahead in my times of immeasurable ecstasy; and dolorous doom; alike, Her intriguing memory; was as fantastically charming as the milky moon; inexorably transpiring me to irrefutably remember; the most benevolently divine contributions; of my revered ancestors, Her delectable belly; was as mystically rejoicing as the poignantly undulating oceans; igniting thunderbolts of flirtatious lightening in every ingredient of my bones besieged with; morbidly despicable sadness, Her magical hair; were as ravishingly delightful as satiny angels frolicking in walls of invincible heaven; perpetuating me to perennially philander in the most grandiloquent palaces; fortified with the religions of ubiquitous humanity and tenacious solidarity, Her twinkling palms; were as magnanimous as the blessedly torrential showers of majestic rain; irrefutably teaching me the art of disseminating the art of ever-pervading mankind; to even the most infinitesimally remote parts of this astoundingly fragrant Universe, Her wonderful cheeks; were as joyous as the virgin shores of shimmering righteousness; indefatigably telling me to solely follow; nothing else but only the inner most fulminations of my passionate heart, Her Godly neck; was as priceless as those droplets of water amidst the acerbically sweltering desert sands; unequivocally encouraging me to wholesomely become; the sounds of those tyrannically deprived, Her tumultuous breath; was as compassionate as the royally roaring lions of steaming romance; embracing every iota of my disastrously trembling visage; with the tornados of an unassailably vivid existence, And her passionate heart; was as immortal as the countless pathways of Omnisciently bequeathing heavens; not only reinvigorating every space of my persona with the unconquerable fortitude to lead life; but bonding me forever and ever and ever; in the flames of miraculous love….

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DIVORCE There was a time when you welcomed me with untamed passion in your eyes into our redolent dwelling; magically applying the ointment of your stupendously ingratiating melody on my; disastrously frazzled forehead, While today there was belligerent viciousness in your eyes as you sighted me; ominously kicking me like strands of orphaned broomstick; into the mountain of baseless shit outside the kitchen window….. There was a time when you incessantly chanted my name; all brilliantly Sunlit day and even more euphorically in the heart of satanic midnight; ardently waiting for me to transit into a celestial reverie before you dared to shut your eyes the slightest, While today you ruthlessly ripped apart every cherished possession of mine; left me to devastatingly wander on the uncouth streets; without even a single cloth on my impoverished body… There was a time when you tirelessly fantasized about the contours of my fanatic persona in despicably solitary gloom; and even the center of the boisterously bustling and overwhelmingly rambunctious marketplace; alike, While today you contemptuously spat on every trace of my fading reflection; compassionately philandering with another man; right in front of my poignantly staring eyes…. There was a time when you intransigently embraced me with insatiable fire wafting from each of your voluptuous senses; following me like an incorrigible shadow; in my moments of jubilation and inexplicable distress; alike, While today you brutally excoriated every cranny of my flesh with your swords of pugnacious malice; roasting them to wholehearted satisfaction; before you sumptuously fed them to stray cats and dogs; alike…. There was a time when you immutably stared in the whites of my piquant eyes; mystically flirting and romancing with my drooping eyelashes; till times beyond eternity, While today you vindictively hurled me like a speck of frigid thread from the unfathomably towering mountaintop; pursing your lips profusely in supreme satisfaction; as my caricature disintegrated into a 290

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billion fragments; before eventually become an integral ingredient of the diabolical rocks…. There was a time when you unflinchingly supported me in the course of every acrimonious impediment that I bizarrely confronted; hugging invincibly to my nimble demeanor like a child entwined tightly; to its mother’s bosom, While today I was the most debilitating parasite for you in your blessed life; as you hired dexterous gunmen from all over the planet; to lethally squelch me into my inconspicuous grave…. There was a time when you conceived me as the most beautiful organism on this entire Universe; profoundly enthused by even the most rustically bohemian gestures that were an intrinsic part of my every footstep, While today you overwhelmingly admired even the most satanically lecherous man on the street; commanding me to scrupulously extricate every iota of abominable grime; from his devilish shoes…. There was a time when you fervently waited for countless hours on the trot; just to hear even an ephemeral trace of my wavering voice; bouncing in unprecedented ecstasy; as I staggeringly stepped back from yet another heinous day in the monotonous office, While today you dictatorially used each part of my shivering flesh to scrub the floors of your ostentatious castle; savagely dumping me into the garbage bin; before you slapped the lid with chains of unsurpassable prejudice…. There was a time when your every expedition was incomplete without me; as you royally frolicked on my shoulders; as I weaved us gloriously through the resplendently enamoring forests, While today you maliciously left me unguarded amidst the battalion of bellicose sharks; almost chortled every organ of your body out; as the monsters thanked you for receiving the best prey of their insidious life….. And there was a time when you were just freshly MARRIED to me; bonding your heart; soul and body in flames of immortal love; pledging to take birth again with my impoverished grace; everytime the planet salvaged a chance to be born; once again, While today you snobbishly paraded through the grandiloquent palaces of the uxorious King; ordering his guards to bury even the last of my veins alive; as you invidiously yelled the dreaded word DIVORCE…. 291

EACH BEAT OF MY HEART

Each part of my disastrously dithering fingers; lived solely for your magical palms; ardently anticipating those cherished moments; when you clasped me in your divinely warmth, Each pore of my devastatingly impoverished skin; lived solely for your compassionately pristine sweat; relentlessly wanting to blend with your scent of timeless perseverance; for centuries unfathomable, Each follicle of my ludicrously sagging eyelashes; lived solely for your marvelously exhilarating flirtation; relishing fathomless moments of rhapsodic jubilation; profusely enthused by the majestic leap in your charismatic stride, Each tinge on my pathetically imprisoned lips; lived solely for your bountifully celestial smiles; indefatigably floating in a magical entrenchment of your voluptuously eluding senses, Each cranny of my bizarrely dwindling toes; lived solely for your gloriously heavenly footprints; ardently dreaming all day and sensuously starry night; of kissing the paths your most philanthropically tread, Each tear of my gruesomely blinded eyes; lived solely for your blissfully poignant and benevolent soul; eternally wanting to sight your reflection in the tenure of my destined life; and even till countless births after my veritable death, Each reverberation of my dolorously dangling ears; solely lived for your unsurpassable ocean of resplendently twinkling sounds; piquantly deluging every aspect of my manipulatively tyrannical existence; with unprecedented vibrancy and emphatic cheer, Each ingredient of my viciously asphyxiated blood; solely lived for your irrefutably triumphant tenacity to unflinchingly face even the most acrimonious of obstacle in life; your spell binding spirit to unitedly survive embracing the religion of priceless mankind, Each shade of my despicably withering cheek; solely lived for your innocuously Godly kiss; which transited 292

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me into a paradise infinite kilometers higher than the seductive clouds; triggering fireballs of untamed ebullience; all throughout my feeble persona, Each chord of my ghastily cacophonic throat; solely lived for your immaculately gorgeous yawns; nostalgically catapulting me back into realms of impeccable childhood; when I bounced uninhibitedly and without the slightest of apprehension; in the sacrosanct lap of my mother, Each element of my nervously fluttering shadow; solely lived for your marvelously imposing and tantalizing countenance; the irrevocably unending spell of ecstatic enchantment that you ravishingly diffused; every time you alighted your nimble foot, Each curvature of my deplorably pulverized spine; solely lived for your irrefutably Omnipotent touch; wholesomely mitigating me of all my inexplicable sorrow; rendering me speechless in a world of everlasting newness and unbelievably swirling happiness, Each wrinkle on my treacherously crinkled skin; solely lived for your stupendously blossoming and piquantly iridescent freshness; as you unfurled into an infinite colors of vivacious life; on every path that your enchantingly tread, Each iota of my murderously depleted and dilapidated muscle; solely lived for your tireless tenacity to surge forward in titillating life; rhetorically maneuvering me from a dungeon of delinquently stagnant darkness into a civilization of eternally gratifying light, Each bone of my lecherously extinguishing body; solely lived for your unbelievably humanitarian cadence; your undaunted struggle to alleviate crippling suffering; incessantly pioneer to uplift all those deprived; in the impregnable chapter of your life, Each wave of my excruciatingly incarcerated soul; solely lived for your miraculously intrepid exultation to synergistically lead life; disseminate the essence of mankind to every dwelling besieged with agonizing pain; and gory darkness, Each corridor of my manipulatively commercial conscience; solely lived for your irrevocably invincible ideals of truth and non-violence; the winds of ubiquitous solidarity on which you unassailably floated; every time the earth was born; once again, Each puff of my staggeringly barbaric breath; solely lived for your melodiously tinkling vivacity; the 293

fearless tranquility on your redolently untainted face; even when you were just about to relinquish your last bit of sagaciousness; and enter your horrific grave, And each beat of my pathetically dying heart; solely lived for your immortally passionate love; the insatiable propensity in your unconquerable chest; that not only granted me a countless benign lives; but didn’t let me die even after my death…..

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EVERY HEART DREAMT OF Every kite; whether gigantic or diminutively short; incessantly dreamt of soaring through the blanket of mesmerizing clouds; melodiously embracing the panoramic festoon of glorious paradise, Every frog; whether monstrous or harmlessly tiny; irretrievably dreamt of swimming in the morbidly cloistered well; croaking to the fullest of its nimble heart’s content; as torrential tumblers of water descended from the sky, Every grass blade; whether lanky or pathetically withering; dreamt of being compassionately kissed by a blanket of unfathomably glistening dewdrops; voraciously tingling it till times beyond realms of marvelous eternity; every majestic dawn, Every lion; whether gargantuan or minuscule cub; relentlessly dreamt of sucking satanic rivers of crimson blood; surreptitiously hoisting the impeccable infant; to profusely titillate its taste buds; at the crack of sinister midnight, Every butterfly; whether huge or infinitesimally babyish; dreamt of mischievously flirting in magically Omnipotent beams of poignant sunshine; disseminating a wave of unparalleled jubilation in every puff of wind; that it exuberantly caressed, Every wave; whether mammoth or ludicrously infantile; tirelessly dreamt of passionately smooching the silver streaked shores; culminating into rhapsodically froth; after handsomely blending with the vibrant sands, Every mosquito; whether big or irascibly inconspicuous; indefatigably dreamt of hovering around the silken angel’s eardrum; ominously stabbing its pernicious hood in robust skin; salvaging even the tiniest of opportunity when the master fell transiently asleep, Every leaf; whether colossal or miserably parsimonious; intransigently dreamt of swinging in ebullient draughts of vivacious breeze; royally experiencing the ravishing winds piquantly tickle its pristinely barren periphery, Every army; whether Herculean or meagerly paltry; immutably dreamt of kicking the viciously diabolical traitors forever from its sacred motherland; patriotically sacrificing its life for its soil; to be immortally crowned as valiant martyrs, 295

Every magician; whether towering or frigidly gawky; inexorably dreamt of enthralling his audience with an endless flurry of spellbinding tricks; solely diffusing simply insatiably inimitable artistry from his dexterously gifted fingers, Every egg; whether colossal or sullenly cramped; dreamt of beautifully evolving into a magnificently scintillating fledgling; being the darling of all race and tribes; with its innocuously blissful mannerisms, Every snake; whether long or ludicrously tiny; dreamt of savagely slithering its way through the cradle of shimmering innocence; stealthily devouring new born offsprings; lethally swishing its abominably poisonous hood, Every writer; whether imposing or rustically bohemian; marvelously dreamt of diffusing the impregnable essence of his cherished words to the most fathomless corner of this Universe; be recognized by every color; religion and age; alike, Every eyeball; whether expanded or despicably half shut; unendingly dreamt of witnessing exotically resplendent beauty; assimilating the unsurpassable multitude of eclectic flavors; wandering celestially upon the trajectory of this boundless planet, Every mountain; whether domineering or obsoletely extinct; continuously dreamt of basking in the full and profoundly untamed glory of the flamboyant Sun; enjoying the ferociously sizzling rays full throttle; before they eventually reached the lackluster earth, Every cuckoo; whether towering or timidly petite; eternally dreamt of inundating every particle of the gloomily desolate atmosphere with its fragrantly blooming tunes; ecstatically enshroud the air with supreme enlightenment; as vespered beams of light crept from the east, Every cloud; whether enormous or ridiculously insignificant; timelessly dreamt of fulminating into tumultuous blankets of golden rain; deluging every single cranny of dreadfully sweltering soil; with the unbelievably soothing magic of heavenly liquid, Every demon; whether massive or incongruously muddled; insurmountably dreamt of parasitically annihilating holistically harmonious living race; placating his treacherous gluttony with honest fountains of; unerring blood, Every soul; whether impregnable or lackadaisically wandering; irrefutably dreamt of tracing back its fascinating roots; having a blessed glimpse into the 296

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space; from where it mystically emanated, And every heart; whether young or miserably old; invincibly dreamt of finding the most immortal love its life; engendering it to survive as the richest entity alive; triggering it to spawn a civilization of astoundingly optimistic light in the absolute center of death and malicious demise….

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I wasn’t afraid of inexplicably gloomy darkness; as I unflinchingly embraced it with the profuse enlightenment to fanatically exist; lingering impregnably in my eyes, I wasn’t afraid of diabolically satanic thorns; as I tread over them without batting a single eyelid; with an overwhelming yearning to survive exuberantly encapsulating each of impoverished senses, I wasn’t afraid of morbidly remorseful solitude; as I blazingly confronted each acrimonious obstacle that dared trespass me in my way; with a wave of unrelenting optimism; encompassing me like an invincible fortress from all sides, I wasn’t afraid of treacherously devastating destiny; as I wholeheartedly accepted the winds of tyrannical doom in my ebulliently gallant stride; kissed the heavens of robust life with an unsurpassable ardor to exist turbulently fulminating; in each iota of my blood, I wasn’t afraid of treacherously blood soaked roads; as I coined a path of benign righteousness on every lane that I tread; with an ocean of unfathomable majesty descending enthrallingly; over single of my enthusiastic bone, I wasn’t afraid of morbidly forlorn boredom; as I enamoringly embraced the curtainspread of vivacious freedom even in my times of malicious prejudice; to triumphantly pioneer a holistic new chapter of fulfilling life, I wasn’t afraid of manipulatively distorted ugliness; as I sculptured immaculately benevolent townships with the blessings of the grandiloquently Omnipotent Lord; astoundingly unfurling into a fascinating kaleidoscope of heavenly color; in timeless life, I wasn’t afraid of horrendously despicable crippling; as I formidably stored a platform of irrefutable truth for centuries immemorial; ecstatically rejoicing and replenishing in the full spirit of; graciously bequeathing life, I wasn’t afraid of parasitically satanic demons sucking blood; as I dexterously dispersed them singlehandedly from mammoth crowds of innocuous peace; flamboyantly marching ahead; with the incomprehensible 298

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ardor of existence, I wasn’t afraid of disastrously freezing and cold blooded avalanches; as I profoundly engrossed my mind; body and spirit in unprecedented clouds of meditation; enveloping each ingredient of my crimson blood with untamed glory; and spell binding fascination, I wasn’t afraid of devastatingly scorching heat; as I magnificently pacified each of my tumultuously withering nerves; with the blissful melody of gorgeously captivating existence, I wasn’t afraid of hideously snobbish and ulterior malice; as I celestially blossomed into unfathomable newness on every rhapsodic hill that I trespassed through; voluptuously caressing every mesmerizing ingredient of fathomless beauty; philandering on this gregarious planet, I wasn’t afraid lecherously savage corruption; as I incorrigibly traversed on the path of harmonious solidarity; existing in divine synergy with the waterfall of euphoric love, I wasn’t afraid of heinously penalizing beasts; as I endeavored my best to maneuver them back on the road to symbiotic intermingling; with an unsurpassable fervor to clamber to the epitome of philanthropically scintillating success; transpiring me ahead; in charismatic life, I wasn’t afraid of gloomily wavering undulations; as I intransigently adhered to all the simplistically redolent philosophies of godly existence; solely and profoundly listening to the inner most voices of my heart, I wasn’t afraid of brutally despairing blindness; as I brilliantly culminated into a tornado of stupendous energy and royalty; wholesomely clinging to the invincible tree; of piquantly vibrant life, I wasn’t afraid of deplorably horrific poverty; as I supremely placated each vein and reflection of mine with the perennially everlasting fruits of magical nature; sleeping under the blanket of bountifully bestowing life, I wasn’t even afraid of rampantly slipping and gruesomely massacring breath; as I was inevitably prepared to face even the most lecherous tryst with gory death; only to perpetually rest in wonderfully Omniscient entrenchment of Almighty God; for times immemorial, But I was immortally afraid of losing her majestically silken grace; of losing her impeccably timeless voice; 299

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LIGHTING THE LANTERN OF MY LOVE I might have miserably floundered to metamorphose wild roots of bohemian tree; into the astronomical summits of the flamboyantly scintillating mountain, I might have ludicrously stumbled in my attempts to; scrupulously blend every iota of fathomless sky; with inevitably priceless granules of patriotic soil, I might have made a pathetic mockery of myself; while incessantly endeavoring to convert the heinously treacherous crocodile; into a celestially fragrant saint, I might have insanely dithered to illuminate the devastatingly ulterior interiors of the gutter; into a garden of bountifully fragrant and voluptuously everlasting rose, But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this boundlessly gregarious Universe; as I had triggered the fire of my unassailable love in her impeccable eyes; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil…..

I might have staggered like a grotesquely cacophonic clown; while inundating every granule of swelteringly acrimonious desert soil; with fountains of resplendent water, I might have crumbled more ludicrously than a pack of insipid cards; as I indefatigably endeavored to quell the most diabolically perilous of hurricane; with the wavering harmony in my impoverished voice, I might have relentlessly hung on the branches of sinister desolation; as I unflinchingly attempted to profoundly rejuvenate; graveyards deluged with a countless corpse, I might have despicably sung the tunes of worthless nothingness; while irrevocably trying to mélange all religions across the mesmerizing Universe; into the unequivocal religion of humanity, But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this endlessly ebullient Universe; as I had impregnably become every element of her marvelously enigmatic destiny; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil…..

I might have tasted venomously inconspicuous dust; while leaping from the spacecraft bare chested; to frolic like an angel in the realms of unprecedented desire; after hitting the uncouthly obdurate ground, I might have been pulverized into indolent bits of infinitesimal tomato curry; while brazenly attempting to stop the satanic tornado of lechery; with the unsurpassable resilience lingering in my patriotic stride,

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I might have intransigently failed in every examination of mine; being ruthlessly kicked like a frigidly disgruntled matchstick; on the lanes of remorsefully abhorrent malice, I might have reduced to a droplet of diminutively indecipherable ice; as I explicitly tried to envisage the contours of magnanimously astounding beauty; in the entrenchment of glimmering mirrors; leaning by the ferocious fireside, I might have obsoletely reconciled to live with the pertinently slithering worms; after being deplorably ostracized by all conventional norms and philosophies; of the murderously morbid society, I might have crucified myself on nails of despondently rotting depression; ignominiously castigated and insidiously rebuked by all fraternities of mankind; as I tried to diffuse the waves of uninhibitedly synergistic freedom; in monotonously slaving tribes, But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this Omnisciently exotic Universe; as I had eternally succeeded in lighting the lantern of my perennial love in the corridors of her immortal heart; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil…..

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THERE WAS SOMETHING There was something in those insatiably poignant eyes of hers; which said that she tumultuously craved for my unrelenting stares, There was something in those ardently passionate lips of hers; which said that she indefatigably longed for me to kiss her; till times beyond infinite infinity, There was something in those ravishingly tantalizing hair of hers; which said that she fervently yearned for my everlasting caress; descending like a timeless angel in each of my wandering senses, There was something in those seductively charismatic eyelashes of hers; which said that she unfathomably desired to be tickled by my groping fingers; triggering her entire countenance into fireballs of unrelenting delight, There was something in those titillating shadows of hers; which said that she relentlessly desired to perennially coalesce with my romantic spirit; compassionately explore every cranny of my flesh; with the untamed tenacity of a freshly born child, There was something in those marvelously piquant feet of hers; which said that she intransigently wanted me to indefatigably chase her till beyond the summits of eternal eternity; irrefutably conquering every iota of her majestically magical aura, There was something in those royal expressions of hers; which said that she incorrigibly aspired to unceasingly gyrate with me under resplendent rivers of milky moonlight; sleep like an innocuously divine angel impregnably snuggling close to my chest; for centuries unprecedented, There was something in those rhapsodic sounds of hers; which said that she unassailably longed for me to frenziedly feel each element of her jubilantly ecstatic happiness; profoundly inviting me to bond with her; fathomlessly enamoring beauty, There was something in those ingratiatingly titillating smiles of hers; which said that she invincibly wished for me to compassionately trace the outlines of her rosy lips; forever exist with her majestically Omnipotent aura; for countless more births yet to unfurl, There was something in those princely cheeks of hers; 303

which immutably cried for me to mischievously pinch them; nostalgically philander with her in meadows of innocent childhood; for countless brilliant days and vibrantly ebullient nights, There was something in those divinely ears of hers; which irrefutably sizzled for me to drift my melodiously captivating enigma into her heavenly nape; tingle even the most inconspicuous trace of her imagery; with the masculinity in my stride, There was something in those exuberantly radiant teeth of hers; which incessantly burnt for me to profusely intertwine all my exhilaration and gloom with her fulminating soul; handsomely alike, There was something in those enchantingly fabulous footsteps of hers; which said that she tirelessly waited for me to enter the door of her fervently trembling conscience; take complete and overwhelming control over each of her galloping thoughts, There was something in those honeysuckle fingers of hers; which said that she insurmountably fantasized about interlocking her vivaciously intriguing destiny with mine; perpetually transposing each rivulet of my crimson blood; with her ,marvelously scented veins, There was something in those magnificently tangy birthmarks of hers; which said that she thunderously perceived me in an astounding kaleidoscope of fascinating forms; ardently stared ghastly death in its deplorable face; to savor just a single delicious whisper from my throat, There was something in those fulminating goose-bumps of hers; which said that she uncontrollably wanted me to celestially hug her for all sides; make her the unequivocal queen of my brain and body; alike, There was something in those glorious paintings of hers; which said that she impregnably conceived me as the only messiah of her priceless life; intrepidly surging ahead with me; to unitedly exist for a countless more lifetimes, There was something in those Godly breaths of hers; which said that she perennially wanted me to feel the wafts of Omnipotent air diffusing from her nostrils; timelessly survive nestling against the congenially joyous warmth of her pristine chest, And there was something in those passionate heartbeats of hers; which said that she wanted me to immortally love her; forever listen to the innocuous cadence of her countenance; forever follow her and make her solely mine…. 304

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FOR ME TO BE EVER POSSESSED Bond your divinely hands so immortally with my disastrously impoverished fingers; that it was incorrigibly impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other hands on this boundless Universe; for centuries immemorial, Bond your magical feet so immortally with my rustically bohemian toes; that it was irrevocably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other feet on this fathomless Universe; for decades unfathomable, Bond your heavenly eyes so immortally with my pathetically devastated lids; that it was intransigently impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other eyes on this tantalizing Universe; for times unsurpassable, Bond your philanthropic smiles so immortally with my ludicrously morbid lips; that it was unbelievably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other smiles on this endless Universe; for limitless fortnights, Bond your ingratiating melody so immortally with my devastatingly dithering throat; that it was immutably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other melody on this fascinating Universe; for countless more years to unveil, Bond your tantalizing fantasies so immortally with my treacherously monotonous mind; that it was irrefutably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other fantasy on this everlasting Universe; for relentless days and nights unprecedented, Bond your ravishing tongue so immortally with my ridiculously cacophonic throat; that it was impregnably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other tongue on this timeless Universe; for infinite more births of mine, Bond your rhapsodic hair so immortally with penuriously entangled scalp; that it was unconquerably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other hair on this majestic Universe; for incomprehensible more moments to tranquilly descend, Bond your twinkling ears so immortally with my brutally punctured lobes; that it was intractably 305

impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other ear’s on this flamboyant Universe; for as long as the earth existed, Bond your uninhibited philanthropism so immortally with lecherously manipulative demeanor; that it was unassailably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other philanthropism on this mesmerizing Universe; for endless more moments to unfurl, Bond your titillating shadow so immortally with my horrifically remorseful reflection; that it was unequivocally impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other shadow on this glorious Universe; for indefatigable more instants yet to be born, Bond your seducing enigma so immortally with my indigently commercial countenance; that it was perennially impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other enigma on this compassionate Universe; for unending more civilizations; yet to evolve, Bond your voluptuous charisma so immortally with my miserably shivering and orphaned senses; that it was perpetually impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other charisma on this panoramic Universe; for countless kilometers; even beyond my veritable grave, Bond your benevolent philosophy so immortally with my despondently greedy visage; that it was eternally impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other philosophy on this mystical Universe; for immeasurable days; even after I was blended with specks of dust, Bond your unflinching strength so immortally with my insipidly sagging and languid bones; that it was doggedly impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other strength on this euphoric Universe; for even after; the sky had wholesomely blended with threadbare mud, Bond your poignant blood so immortally with my heinously adulterated and decaying veins; that it was irreversibly impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other blood on this ecstatic Universe; for billions of kilometers; even after the Sun had set, Bond your Omnipotent aura so immortally with my nonchalantly lackadaisical persona; that it was unimaginably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other aura on this spell binding Universe; for unthinkable more spaces; even beyond the land of infinite infinity, Bond your Omnipresent breath so immortally with my morosely extinguishing existence; that it was inexorably impossible for me to be ever possessed by 306

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any other breath on this blissful Universe; for unending more seconds; even after the clock had completely ceased to tick, And bond your passionate heart so immortally with my capriciously betraying beats; that it was indomitably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other heart on this marvelous Universe; for countless more heavens; even after I reached the island of hell….

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THE ROOF OF IMMORTAL LOVE

The roof of celestially divine peace; irrefutably rested on the miraculous foundations of; bountifully symbiotic and coalesced harmony, The roof of vivacious resplendence; irrefutably rested on the ebullient foundations of; an exuberantly intrepid and exploring survival, The roof of perennially bestowing happiness; irrefutably rested on the charismatic foundations of; tranquilly blissful and serene contentment, The roof of gloriously invincible triumph; irrefutably rested on the patriotic foundations of; unflinchingly unconquerable and perennial solidarity, The roof of insatiably unprecedented thrill; irrefutably rested on the intriguing foundations of; magically tantalizing and voluptuous fantasy, The roof of flamboyantly unstoppable glory; irrefutably rested on the benign foundations of; an unfathomably philanthropic and majestic soul, The roof of mischievously blossoming youth; irrefutably rested on the winking foundations of; timelessly impeccable and ingratiating flirtation, The roof of rhapsodically everlasting prosperity; irrefutably rested on the Omnipotent foundations of; impregnably handsome and unequivocal truth, The roof of enchantingly silken beauty; irrefutably rested on pristine foundations of; a benevolently imparting and uninhibited countenance, The roof of marvelously scintillating healing; irrefutably rested on the Omnipresent foundations of; stupendously fabulous and perpetual faith, The roof of gorgeously dazzling success; irrefutably rested on the godly foundations of; the immaculately divine and sacrosanct mother, The roof of astoundingly baffling enigma; irrefutably rested on the mystical foundations of; inscrutably titillating and seductive whispers, The roof of insurmountably celestial captivation; irrefutably rested on the enamoring foundations of; unfathomably enthralling and fascinating melody, The roof of royally undefeatable honest; irrefutably rested on the candid foundations of; the impeccably taintless and Omniscient conscience, 308

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The roof of tantalizingly inevitable attraction; irrefutably rested on the ravishing foundations of; unsurpassably poignant and alluring seduction, The roof of sagaciously prudent learning; irrefutably rested on the holistically pious foundations of; relentlessly dedicated and self purifying meditation, The roof of incomprehensibly unending wealth; irrefutably rested on the Oligarchic foundations of; eternally infinite and resplendent romance, The roof of inevitably euphoric survival; irrefutably rested on the fathomless foundations of; ecstatically cascading and compassionate breath, And the roof of immortally spell binding love; irrefutably rested on the ubiquitous foundations of; passionately throbbing and priceless heart….

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BLESSEDLY ALIVE I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet fathomless and unfathomably majestic; uncouthly scowled at me; disparagingly disapproving the most celestial of my impeccable gestures, If you smiled at me just an infinitesimal trifle; triggering untamed fireballs of optimistic desire; in my mind; body and devastatingly dithering spirit….. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet gregarious and resplendently bountiful; treacherously plotted against me; to vindictively incarcerate me in; webs of diabolical depravation and manipulative malice, If you just stood unflinchingly for a minute by my side in brilliantly flamboyant light as well as remorsefully ghastly darkness; transpiring me to metamorphose every wish of my impoverished heart; into an impregnably eternal reality…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet boundless and stupendously magical; barbarically nailed me to my morbidly morose grave; although I rhapsodically galloped forward; in the vibrantly pristine prime of life, If you just caressed me tenderly on my forehead with your miraculously fragrant palms; propelling me to soar above the clouds of philanthropic fantasy for times immemorial; take a countless more births amidst benign mankind; in this single lifetime of mine….. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet ravishing and intriguingly fathomless; didn’t crown me with a single accolade; brutally condemning and castigating me; for the most priceless piece of art that diffused from my poignant veins, If you just said “Well Done” from your invincibly Omnipotent mouth; making me feel the most irrefutably opulent man alive; with all assimilated richness lingering on this planet; blissfully descending over each of my disastrously despicable senses…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet timeless and marvelously fabulous; ruthlessly kicked me to realms of deplorably nonchalant submission; relentlessly making me lick nothing but threadbare mountains of dirt; from rotting 310

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soil, If you just gave me an inconspicuous iota of space in your divine lap; not only pacifying my tyrannized agony of a countless years; but perpetually ensuring that I unequivocally mitigated the suffering; of all inexplicably shivering mankind…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet boundless and ingratiatingly glorious; satanically spat on my debilitated countenance; worse than a vulture excoriating apart its gruesomely stinking carrion, It you bequeathed upon me the honor; of feeling just your single breath; which instantaneously transited me into an unconquerably euphoric slumber; making me wholesomely oblivious to the unsurpassably sinister vagaries; of the commercial world outside…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet infinite and voluptuously majestic; mercilessly stole all my incomprehensible ocean of fantastic dreams; drowning me insidiously into a hurricane of despondently conventional rules and regulations, If you just winked for an instant with your Omnisciently beautiful eyelids; ebulliently transiting me back into realms of impeccable childhood; when I uninhibitedly philandered and frolicked; in the divinely warmth of my only goddess; who was my royal mother…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet perpetual and grandiloquently everlasting; parasitically sucked the last iota of blood from my body; and then left me to die in a dungeon of menacing scorpions; while they rejoiced in crimson wine and vixen; merrily outside, If you kissed me just once with your Omnipresently sacred lips; which annihilated the very essence of obsolete sorrow and crippling misery; forever from the chapter of my painstakingly staggering life….. And I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet twinkling and ecstatically gigantic; hated and treated me worse than they could treat their own shit; ominously pulverizing every innocuously benign deed of mine; with bizarre swords of heinous prejudice, If you just gave me a single heartbeat of your immortally palpitating and enchantingly sacrosanct heart; blessing me with unassailable virtue of 311

shedding my life tirelessly for my immaculately afflicted comrades; and yet towering tall from the ashes; as exuberantly bouncing; and BLESSEDLY ALIVE…….

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TANTALISING MY HEART Tantalizing my impoverished eyes; was her ingratiatingly ravishing belly; as she swished like the ultimate seductress of ecstatic fantasy; through the glorious curtainspread of the pristine forests, Tantalizing my diminutive lips; was her fabulously enamoring smile; as she majestically bequeathed upon her magical grace; upon every step that she royally trespassed through, Tantalizing my indigently bedraggled palms; was her sensuously titillating flesh; as she blossomed like an impeccable fairy; disseminating the essence of humanity on every particle of the rhapsodic atmosphere; that she tenderly caressed, Tantalizing my rustically bohemian feet; were her unsurpassably delectable fingertips; as she weaved a trail of poignantly euphoric compassion; to magnificently metamorphose my treacherously beleaguered life, Tantalizing my blearily exhausted eardrum; was her exotically spell binding voice; as she marvelously whispered the secrets of a charismatically enigmatic existence; at the crack of every seductively ethereal dawn, Tantalizing my devastatingly dithering teeth; was her immaculately shimmering nape; as she swirled piquantly in a garden of unfathomably gregarious rose; surrendering herself in wholesome totatlity to the mists of unprecedented desire, Tantalizing my uncouthly estranged tastebuds; was the captivating softness in her melodious touch; as she bounced exhilaratingly on the carpet of untamed yearning; for centuries incomprehensible, Tantalizing my staggeringly famished veins; was her unassailable ardor to propel forward in life; patriotically march towards the corridors of irrefutable triumph; to spawn and sparkle a holistically vibrant tomorrow, Tantalizing my painstakingly withering tongue; was her candidly explicit speech; as she divulged the innermost recesses of her heart; to bloom into a fountain of ubiquitous honesty and unequivocal humanity, Tantalizing my pathetically shriveled spine; was her 313

voluptuously sizzling reflection; as she spun the tale of our everlastingly mesmerizing romance; to blend with the paradise of bountiful glory in blue sky, Tantalizing my ludicrously barren scalp; was the rhythmic cadence of her daintily plodding footsteps; as she frolicked like an impeccable angel behind the inscrutably starlit gorges; with each of her flaming senses; profusely intertwined with mine, Tantalizing my lecherously exhausted brain; was her relentless repertoire of tingling fantasies; as she vivaciously danced in a fathomless myriad of blissful forms; in every divinely dream of mine, Tantalizing my ridiculously sagging shoulders; was her insatiable fervor to unflinchingly confront the most acrimonious of obstacles; tower tall as the fortress of philanthropism for countless more births to fantastically unveil, Tantalizing my worthlessly sinking destiny; was her benign disposition to embrace one and all alike in inexplicable misery; as she dedicated each instant of her immaculately heavenly life; to the service of dwindling mankind, Tantalizing my cacophonically rickety legs; was her profound vigor to stand by the path of impregnable righteousness; as she chanted the miraculous mantras of a united existence; till the time she abnegated her last breath, Tantalizing my despondently dejected conscience; was the invincibly truthful glow in the whites of her Omnipotent eyes; as she sacrificed herself to a billion bizarre deaths; just to wonderfully diffuse the priceless scent of goodness, Tantalizing my worthlessly wandering soul; was her unconquerable imagery of timelessly coalesced brotherhood; as she harmoniously galloped forward with her comrades in distress; bonded in threads of perennial solidarity, Tantalizing my gloomily disappearing breath; was her unbelievable fortitude to excel in every benevolent sphere of life; as she blazed like an ebullient inferno of unstoppable newness; defying the baseless norms of the murderously conventional society, And tantalizing my nonchalantly disgruntled heart; was her ocean of immortally celestial love; as she incarcerated me forever in the realms of her resplendent chest; taught me forever to love; love and boundlessly exist; only for the sacrosanct spirit of holy love…. 314

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TRUE ROMANCE True silence is when you; profusely concentrated for hours immemorial on the mystically lingering voice of your righteous conscience, True adolescence is when you; start feeling that you were no longer that immaculate child frolicking once upon a time; in the sacrosanct lap of your mother, True perseverance is when you; work unflinchingly under sweltering rays of the Sun; earn your bread at the cost of your blood; amidst a pack of hostile wolves, True effervescence is when you; voraciously splash both your hands and feet in euphorically swirling and tangy ocean water, True diligence is when you; remain committed to your mission; even after it was successfully completed, True obeisance is when you; humbly bow down before the people you revere; wholesomely shrugging all your pompously inflated mountain of pretentions, True penance is when you; feel really sorry from the inner most realms of the soul; are ready to do anything to rectify your horrifically treacherous sins, True benevolence is when you; philanthropically donate to your fellow compatriots in inexplicable pain; even you are shivering on the tenterhooks of abrupt extinction, True disturbance is when you; keep murmuring something irascibly pertinent under your breath; while the other person is trying to profoundly emphasize upon his point of view, True pretence is when you; act like an irrefutably unconquerable king; even when you didn’t posses the capacity to hear your own voice, True reverence is when you; insurmountably cherish the memories of your beloved; even countless centuries after their death, True cadence is when you; rhythmically measure every beat you sing; to the most astronomical degree of perfection with the melodious wind, True malevolence is when you; hate a person to the most unprecedented limits; even in your ethereally 315

fading nocturnal dreams, True vengeance is when you; take infinite births to take revenge from the person who traumatized you; if at all this birth proved futile, True fragrance is when you; profusely smelt the exotically blossoming lotus; let its redolence altruistically diffuse in every corner of this Universe, True prudence is when you; contemplated to the fullest capacity of your ingeniously god gifted mind; were able to perceive beyond the most fathomless of times, True renaissance is when you; intrepidly motivated your entire country to rise against the lecherously evil; annihilate even the most tiniest trace of heinous evil from the belly of mother earth, True distance is when you; inevitably cant bond with the love of your life; even when you lived just whisker lengths of breath away, True existence is when you; lead each day of unveiling life to its absolute fullest; instilled the same wave of palpably exuberant life in each of your fellow human beings, And true romance is when you; could do anything for the person whom you loved on this planet; stand beside her even when she was about to enter her grace and you still had countless more births destined of precious life….

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I PREFERRED TO CALL I preferred to call smoke; ONLY SMOKE; as it was disdainfully dirty and horrendously polluted the serene carpets of atmosphere, I preferred to call the stone ONLY STONE; as it was bereft of the slightest of empathy; stared in morbid silence for hours immemorial towards the blanket of stars, I preferred to call the pig ONLY PIG; as it prolifically disseminated and perpetuated filth in every mesmerizing path it transgressed, I preferred to call the knife ONLY KNIFE; as it harbored the virtue of indiscriminate blood; ghastily ripped through innocent flesh at diabolical will, I preferred to call a chunk of obnoxious sewage ONLY SEWAGE; as it punctuated the rhapsodic air with an unfathomably repulsive perfume, I preferred to call a tornado ONLY TORNADO; as it mercilessly annihilated the most minuscule trace of life existing on this planet, I preferred to call an earthquake ONLY EARTHQUAKE; as it gobbled up immaculate entities in the swirl of its viciously reverberating tremors, I preferred to call an avalanche ONLY AVALANCHE; as it impregnated an inexplicable wave of deathly chill in all those tangible scattered around; treacherously engulfed heavenly children in cloudbursts of satanic snow, I preferred to call the thorn ONLY THORN; as it invidiously pierced unsuspecting skin; propelled a flurry of hysterical tears to dribble down the cheeks, I preferred to call the footprint ONLY FOOTPRINT; as it triggered in me an inexorable nostalgia for the past; faded into obsolete wisps of nothingness with the tiniest draught of wind, I preferred to call the frown ONLY FROWN; as it embodied a cloud of pathetic gloom in blissful entities seated around; dreadfully disrupted the harmony of God's divinely creation, I preferred to call vulture ONLY VULTURE; as it insidiously plucked the flesh of my revered 317

compatriots who had celestially relinquished breath to depart for their heavenly abode, I preferred to call the dustbin ONLY DUSTBIN; as it profusely fostered overwhelmingly crumpled fragments; which decimated traces of exuberant energy, I preferred to call the dungeon ONLY DUNGEON; as it ruthlessly abdicated all forms of vivaciously blistering sunlight; rotting in perennial darkness; bringing euphoric man closer to his grave, I preferred to call bombastic slang ONLY SLANG; as it hideously overpowered the rustically holistic rudiments of an individual; made him wholesomely oblivious to even the place where he was born, I preferred to call poison ONLY POISON; as it snapped the fangs of precious existence; with its lethally abominable venom, I preferred to call the devil ONLY DEVIL; as he dared the audacity to raise his savagely senseless head in front of my Omnipresent Creator, But I preferred to call my Mother; as Mom; Mamma; Mummy; Mommy; Ma and an infinite other names from the repertoire of God; as she was the entity who had given me birth to witness and relish this fabulous world, And I preferred to call my Beloved; as sweetheart; darling; revered wife; dreamgirl; poetry; and an infinite other names in the treasury of Almighty Lord; as she was the very reason that I was breathing life this very moment; infact would continue to live even if the planet failed to be born again…….

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BRINGING A SMILE ON YOUR FACE The doctor brought a smile on your face; by his flurry of boisterously potent medicines, The magician brought a smile on your face; by his fathomless myriad of stupendously enchanting tricks, The clouds brought a smile on your face; by showering upon your impeccable persona; with glistening globules of euphoric rain, The farmer brought a smile on your face; by sharing with you a festoon of majestically sparkling rubicund fruit, The grandiloquent pen brought a smile on your face; by embossing boundless lines of exquisite calligraphy on sheets of your treacherously barren exam paper, The birds brought a smile on your face; by soaring vivaciously amidst exuberantly blue bits of silver sky, The waves brought a smile on your face; by dissipating into a cloudburst of poignantly tangy forth; clashing against the chain of cold blooded rocks in overwhelmingly rhapsodic frenzy, The Sun brought a smile on your face; by playing hide and seek with your immaculately fluttering eyelashes; striking your innocuous eyeballs with its marvelously dazzling light, The nightingale brought a smile on your face; by its ingratiatingly captivating voice; filtering a path of irrefutable melody in the vicinity of your intricate ears, The pilot brought a smile on your face; by transporting you through the blissfully ecstatic clouds; with profusely pearly rays of the moon now at whisker lengths from your countenance, The cow brought a smile on your face; by impregnating your demeanor with astronomical spurts of invincible fortification, The lotus brought a smile on your face; by dissipating its incredulously rejuvenating fragrance to every corner of your thoroughly flabbergasted bones, The watchman brought a smile to your face; by guarding you like an unconquerable fortress; while you snored in the realms of mesmerizing fantasy all night, The bee brought a smile to your face; by inundating your palms with unfathomably gorgeous streams of ebullient honey, 319

The horse brought a smile to your face; by embarking you upon your exhilarating expedition; of the supremely verdant and enigmatic countryside, The appetizing morsels of steaming broth brought a smile on your face; by wholesomely placating pangs of hunger fulminating more abnormally than the volcano; every second in your stomach, The pair of voluptuously seductive lips brought a smile on your face; by igniting infernos of insatiable desire in your body; as they brushed across your chest, The mother brought a smile on your face; by giving you birth and the tenacity to unflinchingly confront the most diabolical aspect of tyrannical existence, The Almighty Lord brought a smile on your face; by granting you a right to celestially survive as one of his infinite molecules, And the Beloved brought a smile on your face; by her irrefutably sacred virtue of immortal love; that kept you always smiling for countless more births even after your death….

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DON’T TALK TO TWO LOVERS Don’t talk to the boundlessly barren bits of sky; talk to its garlands of vivaciously mystical clouds; instead, Don’t talk to the fathomlessly deep ocean; talk to its majestically swirling waves; instead, Don’t talk to the lackadaisically stretched desert; talk to its royally blossoming festoon of cactus; instead, Don’t talk to the monotonously sprawled blankets of mirror; talk to its enigmatically alluring reflection; instead, Don’t talk to the gigantically curved stoical tree; talk to its conglomerate of stupendously enchanting leaves; instead, Don’t talk to the sonorously snobbish artist; talk to his myriad of incredulously absorbing paintings; instead, Don’t talk to the insurmountably timid twin horned cow; talk to its pail of impeccably shimmering milk; instead, Don’t talk to the unfathomably tired and grizzly haired old man; talk to his insatiable nostalgia and overwhelming yearning for the past; instead, Don’t talk to the hideously sinister spider; talk to its mesmerizing strands of silken web which swayed exuberantly with the breeze; instead, Don’t talk to the stringently suspended coat of thick skin; talk to its relentless infernos of unsurpassable desire; instead, Don’t talk to the shriveled petals of the indiscriminately trampled lotus; talk to their irrefutably exotic scent that still drifted for times immemorial in the atmosphere; instead, Don’t talk to the country sandwiched as a rigidly aligned dot on the map; talk to its people who transpired its freedom; instead, Don’t talk to the gruesomely morbid and perilous night; talk to its resplendent coat of seductively tantalizing stars; instead, Don’t talk to the rustically indigenous and shaggily 321

attired soldier; talk to his tales of immortal triumph; instead, Don’t talk to the indefatigably treacherous mountain slopes; talk to its grandiloquently sculptured summit; glistening under the golden Sun; instead, Don’t talk to the battalion of inexorably bored and lackluster twigs, talk to their flamboyantly crackling flames of rhapsodic fire; instead, Don’t talk to the monstrously diabolical chameleon; talk to its unbelievable barrage of vividly changing colors instead, Don’t talk to the dictatorial definitions of pragmatic life; talk to its labyrinth of exhilarating anecdotes; instead, And don’t talk to two lovers absconding unrelentingly from the barricades of this miserably conventional society; talk to their poignantly staring eyes; talk to their ardently sensuous breath; talk to their passionately throbbing hearts; which had all bonded for infinite births as one; instead….

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BUT YOU LOOKED THE BEST You looked more ravishing than the fairies; when I sighted you under flamboyantly fiery rays of dazzling sunlight, You looked more mesmerizing than the heavenly waterfalls; when I sighted you under milky beams of resplendent moonlight, You looked more innocuous than the freshly born infant; when I sighted you under ethereally evanescent shadows of dawn, You looked more tantalizing than the full blossomed vivacious peacock; when I sighted you in the overwhelmingly murky camouflage of dusk, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine…. You looked more celestial than the angels; when I sighted you frolicking flirtatiously in the ocean waves, You looked more enchanting than the myriad of profusely poignant rose; when I sighted you blushing in untamed embarrassment, You looked more seductive than the most voluptuous of nights; when I sighted you gallivanting euphorically upon your golden horse, You looked more immaculate that the crusts of pristine snow; when I sighted you spreading your lips into a spell binding smile, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine…. Your looked more surreally fabulous than the most unfathomable of dream; when I sighted you soaring through the handsomely misty clouds, You looked more exuberant than the thunderously gushing breeze; when I sighted you wholesomely drenched in ebullient globules of fresh rain, You looked more astonishing than royally crackling flames of fire; when I sighted you embellished in a 323

festoon of silver oyster pearls, You looked more fragrant than the field of newly sprouted lotus; when I sighted you philandering barefoot in the wilderness of the enigmatic midnight, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine….

You looked more sagacious than any prudent entity on this planet; when I sighted you communicating with the flock of impeccable pigeons; perched majestically on your rubicund palms, You looked more alluring than the incredulously striped rainbow in the sky; when I sighted you whistling and staring unrelentingly into exotically open space, You looked more dense than most fathomless of forests; when I sighted you batting your eyelids towards the mirror; an infinite times, You looked more special than anybody else on this planet; when I sighted tears of poignant philanthropism; dribble down from your irrefutably sacred eyes, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine….

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LET YOUR HEART Let your eyelids flutter viciously; flirting with all the mesmerizing beauty encapsulated in this Universe to the most unprecedented limits, Let your sweat dribble profusely down your nape; basking the true glory of assiduous perseverance and the true spirit of life, Let your throat sing till fathomless infinity; inundating the morbidly gloomy atmosphere with exuberant beats of pulsating music, Let your nose smell till the most remotest corners of this planet; inhaling the most ravishing scent harbored by mother nature, Let your feet gallop in untamed exhilaration; embossing a path of irrefutable triumph on every soil they tread, Let your fingers write to most unsurpassable boundaries of creation; penning down the myriad of enchanting shades in cosmotic space, Let your lips uninhibitedly smile; profoundly relish the glorious sights; which the Omniscient Lord had bestowed upon this earth with, Let your teeth inexorably chew; savor the most tantalizingly succulent fruits of nature in their impregnable grip, Let your cheeks overwhelmingly blush to a poignant crimson; compassionately rekindle the diminishing urges of your dying skin, Let your tongue speak to its ultimate hearts content; effusively portraying its most candid emotions; as white thunder pelted down ferociously from the skies, Let your hands wander indefatigably through the silver sands; groping for that stupendously reinvigorating cool that voluptuously incarcerated within, Let your mind fantasize incessantly beyond the skies; unrelentingly exploring all the divinely goodness that could ever have been conjured on earth, Let your hair ecstatically embrace the ravishing breeze; dance in rhapsodic fervor as each instant of time unveiled, Let your blood flow faster than the speed of light in your veins; making you feel boisterously alive; even countless centuries after death, Let your eyebrows bounce and fall ardently on your forehead; insurmountably relish the tunnels of 325

inexplicable intrigue generated, Let your shadow swirl as turbulently as the majestically undulating sea; entrench the boundless trajectory of the glistening desert; with mystically seductive darkness, Let your conscience fulminate its inner most feelings; maneuver your countenance through the realms of wrong and right, Let your soul wander ubiquitously through every cranny of this astronomically colossal Universe; propagate its benign happiness in every entity it encountered, And let your heart palpitate more thunderously than anything else in this world; besiege even the most uncouth organism in the wave of its immortal passion; love; love and simply continue to love…..

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BUT I COULD STILL LOVE

I might be living on bare chunks of threadbare soil; with hardly a roof to cover my dilapidated scalp, But I could still perceive infinite kilometers above the sky; to the most unprecedented limits of mesmerizing imagination; in my dreams…. I might be adorned in abysmally tottered clothes; with obnoxious streaks of dirt and disease creeping with sinister effusiveness from my skin, But I could still relentlessly fantasize about the most innocuously ingratiating complexion on this Universe; drown myself perpetually in a paradise of surreally enchanting silk; in my dreams…. I might be incomprehensibly diminutive in stature; being ridicules beyond boundaries of sagacious control by every individual transgressing on the streets, But I could still dance indefatigably with the angels in the sky; basking with them inexorably under satiny rays of the Sun; in my dreams…. I might be horrendously blind; with cloud covers of ghastly darkness engulfing me from all sides; even in the most ferocious of sunlight, But I could still glimpse the most enchanting of angels; incessantly witness the most profoundly Omnipotent light which my sighted counterparts could never even imagine; in my dreams…. I might be inexplicably unfortunate not to get my share of luck in this world; staggering umpteenth number of times as the ruthless society brutally kicked me, But I could still philander in gay abandon through the interiors of the unfathomably grandiloquent castle; explore the most spell binding places on this planet; in my dreams…. I might be wholesomely lonely; with people preferring the most inconspicuous of job; to my abhorrently repulsive facial contours, But I could still talk till times immemorial with the entity I desired; incarcerate even the most alien in the swirl of my untamed passion; in my dreams…. I might be an unsurpassably ancient fossil; lying buried for centuries unprecedented beneath layers of obsolete sand, But I could still gyrate with the most overwhelmingly 327

contemporary form of life; be a part of profusely fascinating and pragmatic present; in my dreams…. I might be an infinitesimally humble personality; withering away worse than a broken leaf at the tiniest draught of gloomy breeze, But I could still win over the heart of every single organism in this world; impregnate my irrefutably truthful impression in their eyes for decades unlimited; in my dreams… And I might be deprive of the love that I had taken birth for on this most wonderful earth of God; being insidiously betrayed by the girl whom I could give my life for, But I could still love her; not only for this life; but for countless more births even after my death; ebulliently blossom and romance with her in the aisles of insatiable desire; in my dreams….

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POWERLESS Powerful to smile; as I heard something abysmally resonating in ludicrous vicinity, Powerful to fight; as I confronted the mightiest of disaster with astronomical fortitude and tenacity, Powerful to sleep; as I snored more thunderously than the demons; resting in overwhelmingly celestial contentment, Power to admire; as I sighted the mesmerizing puffs of clouds floating passionately in azure sky, Powerful to sketch; as I masterfully captured the labyrinth of picturesque sights which majestically dotted the fathomless gorge, Powerful to sing; as I inundated the gloomy atmosphere with everlasting waves of seductively rhapsodic melody, Powerful to mimic; as I possessed the incomprehensibly fascinating virtue to emulate a boundless myriad of voice, Powerful to write; as I deluged a mountain of disdainfully barren paper; with exquisite lines of oligarchic literature, Powerful to fantasize; as I triggered the chords of enigmatic imagination to the most ebulliently unprecedented limits, Powerful to speak; as I silenced unrelentingly menacing mobs of fanatic people; with the domineering authority in my voice, Powerful to dance; as I gyrated my body in insatiable agony under profusely milky rays of enchanting moonlight, Powerful to run; as I galloped like the vivacious panther; through the mystical forests at the unveiling of each ephemeral dawn, Powerful to flirt; as I had this inexplicable tenacity to incarcerate any alien in the swirl of my indefatigable mischief, Powerful to dig; as I impregnated a tunnel of vibrantly optimistic hope; in layers of obdurately infidel soil, Powerful to stare; as I relentlessly looked the sweltering sun without flinching the slightest; for 329

hours immemorial, Powerful to chew; as I masticated the most resilient morsels of food into handsome bits of pulverized chowder, Powerful to forsee; as I perspicaciously tackled each aspect of pragmatically monotonous life; measuring each step of mine as I walked, Powerful to breathe; as I lived each moment of life to its most unbelievable capacity; with the euphoria to perennially discover fervently besieging me, But powerless to face her; as I wholesomely submitted my humble countenance to the wave of her turbulently swirling love; bonding my heart; body and soul with the immortal essence of her sacred existence….

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WHEN I LISTENED TO MY HEART When I used my mind; I sagaciously manipulated the various nuances of clambering up the treacherous mountain; as the chances of survival were bizarrely slim, While when I listened to my heart; not only did it clamber up the jagged periphery with exhilarated zeal; but emerged triumphant on the astronomical summit; with the Sun streaming across my eyes in its dazzling shine…. When I used my mind; I contemplated several times of venturing out in the gruesome darkness; the deathly chill that awaited to incarcerate me; as I alighted my foot on the deserted streets, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I trespass through the entire planet bare foot; but thoroughly enjoyed the exotic rhapsody of the enchantingly pearly moonlight…. When I used my mind; I ruminated till eternity before plunging into the undulating ocean; equating the chances I had to survive; amidst a battalion of hostile sharks and whales, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I swim ebulliently against the voluptuously mesmerizing waves; but profusely admired the beauty of God's fathomless creation of froth…. When I used my mind; I trembled in inexplicable fear of wading through the dense jungles; the overwhelmingly torturous death that would come inevitably; as the Lion pulverized me to infinitesimal pieces, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I bounce exuberantly with the Kangaroos; but inhaled in my lungs the freshest air ever; that could be found on the trajectory of this Universe…. When I used my mind; I vehemently shrugged off the prospect of standing in the rain; perceiving the cloudbursts of satanic lightening creeping diabolically to assassinate traces of my vital life, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I bathe in the seductively tantalizing droplets; but slipped into a land of fabulously gorgeous fantasy for 331

decades unfathomable…. When I used my mind; I felt a wave of repulsion engulfing myself; as I knew my ugly facial contours would shatter any glass when sighted into, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I stare relentlessly into the mirror; but bowed down to the Creator in meek submission; for the incomprehensibly beautiful looks he had bestowed me with…. When I used my mind; I deliberately closed my nose with repugnant abhorrence; spurious ruminating upon the myriad of venomous smells that would strangulate me to realms of perennial death, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I breathe with a fervor more than any entity trespassing; but insurmountably relished the unfathomably wonderful scents that loitered in free space…. When I used my mind; I sat crouched in one obsolete dilapidated corner; cognizing the barricades that I was likely to encounter at each stage of life; the blanket of thorns that I would have to trespass upon to escalate to the corridors of success, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I stretch my persona to more than its complete height; but metamorphosed each of my dreams into a trend-setting reality….. When I used my mind; I always shirked from proclaiming my love to the girl I loved; feeling myself buried boundless feet beneath my corpse; as the society would brutally squelch me for violating their irrefutable choice, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I achieve the love of my life; but bonded for times immortal in the swirl of majestically soaring passion; in the swirl of timelessly enchanting romance….

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I WAS STILL SKEPTICAL TO LEAVE YOU OUTSIDE Even if the gigantic tree shrunk miserably in size; metamorphosing into an inconspicuously shivering seedling, Even if the colossal oceans swirling handsomely towards the sky; reduced to a solitary stream; trickling more lackadaisically than the tortoise, Even if the conglomerate of sinister clouds in the cosmos; condensed to bare bits of dilapidated plain sky, Even if the incomprehensibly colossal edifice; converted into a wretchedly fluttering and crying stone, I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace…. Even if the flamboyantly escalating fire; became a piece of forlorn and thoroughly obsolete coal, Even if the insurmountably towering mountains; transformed into a festoon of ants with disdainfully fractured legs, Even if the indefatigably unending fantasy; got pathetically pulverized into monotonous bits of pragmatic reality, Even if the profoundly poignant streams of scarlet blood; reduced to insipid bits of overwhelmingly stale water, I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace….

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Even if the unsurpassably huge swarming battlefield; became a breeding ground for diminutive glow worm and mice, Even if the richest entities transgressing upon this Universe; ironically started begging bare chested on the rampantly busy streets, Even if the unfathomable flock of satanic vultures; were now just stripped to a bizarrely mocking caricature of balding feathers, I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace….

Even if the boisterously bouncing Kangaroos; became infinitesimally stony reflections embodied deep within clammy cocoons of soil, Even if the incredulously redolent lotus flower; now became a shriveled petal being kicked viciously farther and farther away; with every draught of timid wind, Even if the most mesmerizing of voices on this planet; reduced to dying whispers; profusely battered to complete absolution in the atmosphere, Even if the entire globe functioning dynamically under the sweltering Sun; came to an abrupt halt; changing wholesomely into obscure dew drops trapped inside an obnoxiously corked bottle, I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace….

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THEIR IMMORTAL LOVE Even as the most immaculately placid rivers; truculently metamorphosed into ruthlessly lambasting fires of diabolical hell, Even as an unfathomable corpse of lethally penalizing bullets rang inclemently all round the atmosphere; with indiscriminate devils marauding at free will, Even as the most majestically towering mountains crumbled like a pack of frigidly insipid cards; pathetically kissing horrendous particles of threadbare dust, Even as the fountain of salaciously treacherous lechery reigned supreme in the gigantic planet around; with the graveyard of hideous manipulation embedding itself deeper and deeper into holistic soil, Their immortal love remained as fragrant as the pristine flower of perennial peace; perpetually glowed with the spirit of irrefutably sparkling righteousness; with the blessings of the Omniscient Almighty Lord…… 1…. Even as man parasitically sucked his counterpart man; savagely devouring every ingredient of his innocuous bloodstream; to replenish his own treasuries with malicious discontent, Even as the handsomely blistering Sun intractably refrained to shimmer; portraying its unsurpassable anger upon satanically erring mankind, Even as pragmatic time morbidly deadened in its very roots; gruesomely convoluting with the heinous traitors and gory death; fulminating uninhibitedly around, Even as the most viciously tumultuous thunderstorms of acrid dust; dreadfully obfuscated the entire civilization in whirlwinds of abhorrently vengeful sledging and slandering, Their immortal love remained as eternally sacrosanct as the celestial heavens; philanthropically radiating the religion of gloriously everlasting mankind upon one and all alike; with the blessings of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord….. 2…. Even as an unfathomable entrenchment of innocent eyes; were sordidly blinded with waves of irascibly derogatory commercialism, 335

Even as ominously stinking gutters of bizarre ruthlessness cut loose upon the unwitting cities; ingloriously inundating every particle of the atmosphere with brutally horrific despair, Even as avalanches of coldblooded slavery transcended past the era’s of truth; as every living organism became a barbarically untamed criminal; rampantly massacring innocent lives, Even as the torturous tyranny of fate unceremoniously penalized the fathomless world; with the essence of the devil invidiously lingering in the disparaging solitude that smarted around, Their immortal love resplendently blossomed like the harmoniously twinkling stars in the gargantuan sky; benevolently disseminating the mantra of pricelessly effulgent existence; with the blessings of the unassailably marvelous Almighty Lord….. 3…. Even as pugnacious lizards of gory infidelity stabbed their rebellious venom; into the unequivocally virgin fabric of this colossal Universe, Even as dungeons of tyrannical desperation enveloped the limitless cosmos; with every human despicably transforming into insidiously plagiarized shit, Even as the most diminutive bit of enchanting melody; became a perfidiously whipping expletive of disgusting extinction; excoriating all voluptuous sensuousness with the sword of conventionally robotic turgidity, Even as heinously perilous death overruled the chapter of scintillating life; as even the most royally aristocratic of human life; became a fickle headed commodity being disdainfully pulverized; by power politics, Their immortal love bloomed more tantalizingly than ever before; impregnably bonded in the cradle of unflinching solidarity for infinite more births yet to unveil; with the blessings of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord….

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NO PERMISSIONS The clouds didn’t need even the most capricious of permission whatsoever; to torrentially diffuse into unrelenting thunderbolts of ecstatically golden rain, The rose didn’t need even the most infinitesimal of permission whatsoever; to grandiloquently culminate into a fountain of ebullient scent; stupendously mystify every iota of the bedraggled atmosphere, The grass didn’t need even the most spurious of permission whatsoever; to euphorically tingle traumatically dreary soles; miraculously metamorphose all swelteringly dolorous into a cistern of rhapsodic freshness, The sheep didn’t need even the most mercurial of permission whatsoever; to leave behind a trail of immaculate belonging; profusely inundate the disastrously commercial arena with meadows of glorious innocuousness, The stars didn’t need even the most parsimonious of permission whatsoever; to resplendently twinkle all night; timelessly deluge the ghastly curtainspread of sullen darkness; with whirlwinds of optimistic light, The Sun didn’t need even the most diminutive of permission whatsoever; to flamboyantly blaze through every quarter of this colossal Universe; ubiquitously disseminate its spell of enchanting optimism to every dwelling besieged with horrendous despair, The mountains didn’t need even the most tiniest of permission whatsoever; to compassionately sequester the infirm in their affable belly; tower majestically as harbingers of irrefutable solidarity; for centuries immemorial, The bees didn’t need even the most obfuscated of permission whatsoever; to evolve into royal whirlpools of bountiful honey; infiltrate the lugubrious complexion of the dusty afternoon; with melodiously spell binding honey, The waves didn’t need even the most insignificant of permission whatsoever; to culminate into tantalizingly reinvigorating froth; unrelentingly ooze a ravishing entrenchment of poignantly heartfelt salt, The nightingale didn’t need even the most measly of permission whatsoever; to stupendously titillate each dying nerve of the disdainfully frazzled body; with an 337

ocean of unsurpassably everlasting enchantment, The squirrel didn’t need even the most oblivious of permission whatsoever; to frolic impeccably through the mists of untamed desire; uninhibitedly fulminate into an astounding kaleidoscope of vivacious color as it gallivanted through the handsome trees, The leaves didn’t need even the most nonchalant of permission whatsoever; to seductively rustle into silken carpets of exuberant breeze; profusely solemnize the complexion of the disastrously decaying air; with reflections of insatiably unending happiness, The hands didn’t need even the most insipid of permission whatsoever; to wholeheartedly clap at every blissful occasion of existence; effusively express their jubilant enthrallment to the most unprecedented limits, The waterfalls didn’t need even the most non-existent of permission whatsoever; to ingratiatingly placate drearily scorched travelers; bequeath a legacy of sparkling togetherness upon all those murderously pinched by the corpse of bizarre commercialism, The butterflies didn’t need even the most evanescent of permission whatsoever; to gorgeously flutter in exotically regale sunshine; manifest into an unfathomable sky of eternal mischief all marathon day, The true martyrs didn’t need even the most ethereal of permission whatsoever; to audaciously fight for their sacrosanct motherland; relinquish every iota of their breath for the sake of their beautifully revered country, The rainbows didn’t need even the most transient of permission whatsoever; to Omnisciently engulf every withering cranny of this Herculean planet; with fabulous infernos of ardent companionship, The infant didn’t need even the most remotest of permission whatsoever; to holistically savor divine milk from the chest of its Godly mother; unleash into a string of Omnipotently incoherent wails; as the Sun disappeared in wholesome entirety from blue sky, And the Heart didn’t need even the most microscopic of permission whatsoever; to ecstatically liberate its incomprehensible river of passionate beats; immortally bond them with the soul mate of its existence; perpetually unite them with the entity it solely loved….

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YOU JUST FALL IN LOVE There was no age stringently defined to fall in its heavenly swirl; embrace its cistern of majestic enchantment for centuries unprecedented, There was no time irrevocably defined to experience its exuberant timelessness; catapult to the ultimate summit of its gloriously enthralling victory, There was no color intransigently defined to entice its stupendous aroma; possess its magically augmenting wave of sensuousness; for as long as earth was destined to exist, There was no moment intractably defined to savor its glorious titillation; exotically be the most integral element of its ravishingly tantalizing stride, There was no mantra incorrigibly defined to incarcerate its compassionate caress; preserve its incredulously immaculate touch close to your soul; for infinite more births yet to unveil, There was no religion conventionally defined to bond with its ubiquitous essence; relentlessly bathe in its marvelously voluptuous pool of ebullient belonging, There was no trail irrefutably defined to chase its magnificently silken charm; be its ecumenically gorgeous cascade of spell binding prosperity, There was no entrenchment precisely defined to conquer its spirit of everlasting seduction; wholeheartedly embrace its kaleidoscope of boundlessly ingratiating color, There was no price inexorably defined to purchase its romantic incantation; be incessantly spell bound by its spell of redolently dancing vivaciousness, There was no boundary austerely defined to achieve its scintillatingly handsome peak; bask in the unbelievably majestic scent of its optimistically healing breath, There was no voice inclemently defined to impress its impeccably frolicking embodiment; unassailably imprison its holistically sacrosanct beauty; in the center of your impoverished chest, There was no direction monotonously defined to follow its mystically unconquerable splendor; be the most ultimate slave of its celestially resplendent shadow, There was no dimension dogmatically defined to measure its fathomless ardor; beautifully enshroud every element of your penuriously dwindling existence; with 339

its royal beads of profuse togetherness, There was no power concisely defined to snatch its Omnipotent crown; be the sole jewel of its profound fervor to regally lead life; to bounce exuberantly in placating paradise, There was no portrait irretrievably defined to highlight its exquisite treasury of amiable symbiosis; poignantly divulge its astronomically endless goodness; to the entire Universe traumatically crippled outside, There was no blood meticulously defined to belong to its Godly countenance; melange with its stream of ubiquitously glistening humanity; for unsurpassable more decades yet to come, There was no breath punitively defined to inhale its panoramically eclectic contours; exclusively relish its astoundingly princely tale of unending exhilaration, There was no heart specifically defined to posses its marvelously Omnipresent beats; be the only one to eternally dance to its tunes of melodiously blessing mankind, And there was no preparation specifically defined to execute its lovely rhythm; as you just inadvertently stumble into its immortal light of goodness; you just unknowingly accept it at some stage of life as the greatest elixir for survival; YOU JUST FALL IN LOVE….

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LOVE WAS IN THE AIR Every rose in the bountiful gardens profoundly bloomed with it; blissfully assimilating its enchanting goodness in each of its vivaciously redolent petals, Every beam of the miraculously Omnipotent Sun profusely blazed with it; triumphantly pronouncing its unflinchingly spell binding impression upon the colossal Universe, Every droplet of the ravishingly mesmerizing waterfall marvelously glimmered with it; casting an irrefutably unconquerable spell of divine exoticism upon each organism alive, Every leaf of the mystically corrugated tree exuberantly swirled with it; ebulliently leaping towards celestial paradise; in the swirl of its compassionately poignant caress, Every seductively tantalizing nightingale timelessly sung it; gorgeously portraying its astoundingly unfathomable charisma; to the entire beleaguered planet outside, Every enamoring rainbow in the fathomless cosmos danced euphorically to its tunes; culminating into an incredulously amazing kaleidoscope of panoramic beauty; and rejuvenating color, Every blade of harmoniously nimble grass ecstatically swayed to it; innocuously fulminating its sensuous cascade of golden dewdrops; as vibrant dawn overtook the complexion of the ghastly night, Every ingratiatingly silken web insurmountably dazzled with it; divinely dissipating its unassailably Omnipotent glow; to all those miserably dithering towards the aisles of treacherous nothingness, Every exotically crimson cloud torrentially showered it; engulfing bizarrely barren landscapes of malicious prejudice; with incomprehensibly unending spurts of holistic symbiosis, Every amiably philandering meadow gregariously harbored it; harnessing the tree of invincible humanity; with its perennial tributaries of uninhibited freedom, Every wonderfully soaring bird affably encapsulated it; flooding each element of the dolorously sultry atmosphere around; with waves of unbelievably Omniscient charisma, Every mystically chanting cuckoo majestically 341

whispered it; ubiquitously disseminating its relentless glory; to the most obscurely ethereal regions of this limitless planet, Every voluptuously scented root proudly possessed it; unequivocally depicting to one and all alike; that it was the most quintessential rudiment of every organism to survive, Every boisterously bubbling bee made it the honey of its hive; ecumenically oozing its entrenchment of perpetual sweetness; overtoppling the hideous devil with its melody of; everlasting togetherness, Every serenely pacifying dusk pricelessly encompassed it; entirely metamorphosing every heinously barbaric into an apostle of peace; with its impregnable chapters of eternal contentment, Every rhapsodically drifting wind intransigently embraced it; basking in the unprecedented aura of its timeless sensuousness; for centuries immemorial, Every holistically truthful soul indefatigably lived it; naturally letting its immaculately godly elements; take wholesomely gratifying control for infinite more births yet to unveil, Every resplendently jubilant breath stupendously relished it; insatiably suckling unsurpassable fireballs of inspiration from its Omnipresent grace; to forever emerge a philanthropic winner in the chapter of vivid existence, O! Yes love was profusely there in the air; Love was profusely there in every synergistically beautiful element of this gigantic earth; Love was profusely there in every human poignantly existing, And more exclusively than anything; Love had taken an immortal bondage of their hearts tonight; with their innocent spirits amalgamating as a singleton idol of unconquerable timelessness; under the milky downpour of the sacrosanct Moon….

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REFERENCE The most priceless thing that the clouds in fathomlessly crimson sky could ever refer you to; was tantalizing globules of golden rain, The most priceless thing that sweltering sands of the desert could ever refer you to; was acrimonious tornadoes of painstakingly persevering heat, The most priceless thing that the unfathomably voluptuous blades of grass could ever refer you to; was an enchantingly everlasting carpet of silken dewdrops, The most priceless thing that the bountifully rustling leaves could ever refer you to; was unrelenting entrenchments of euphorically exotic breeze, The most priceless thing that the indomitably scintillating mountain peaks could ever refer you to; was the Omnipotently ferocious blaze of the majestic Sun, The most priceless thing that the inscrutably untamed forests could ever refer you to; was the profoundly regale crest; of the thunderously poignant lion, The most priceless thing that the insurmountably choppy ocean could ever refer you to; was a profusely tangy waterfall; of spell bindingly rejuvenating salt, The most priceless thing that the flame of sparkling truth could ever refer you to; was the unassailably grandiloquent religion of mankind, The most priceless thing that the seductively titillating rose could ever refer you to; was a relentless fountain of stupendously endowing scent, The most priceless thing that the fascinatingly pristine oyster could ever refer you to; was a gloriously delectable whirlpool of resplendently mesmerizing pearls, The most priceless thing that the disdainfully impoverished beggar could ever refer you to; was indispensable morsels of divinely appetizing food, The most priceless thing that the marvelously iridescent rainbow could ever refer you to; was the emphatically boisterous spirit of supremely astounding vivaciousness, The most priceless thing that the penuriously orphaned could ever refer you to; was the compassionately sequestering walls of the harmoniously placating dwelling, 343

The most priceless thing that the silver droplets of redolent sweat could ever refer you to; was unendingly persevering timelessness, The most priceless thing that the charismatically sensuous lips could ever refer you to; was an incredulously gregarious sky of fabulously fantastic smiles, The most priceless thing that the indefatigable patriots could ever refer you to; was the flag of unconquerably magnificent; and triumphantly blazing victory, The most priceless thing that the fleet footed squirrel could ever refer you to; was an insatiably unbelievable river of ebullient frolic, The most priceless thing that the marvelously rubicund nostrils could ever refer you to; was intransigently passionate maelstroms of reinvigoratingly tingling breath, And the most priceless thing that the perpetually bountiful heart could ever refer you to; was an immortally royal Universe of impregnable love; love and only celestial love….

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ALL THAT WE COULD DO The color of her impeccably radiant eyes had already formed in the womb; with even the most intricately poignant of their shades having taken irrefutably consolidated proportions, All that we could do was profusely embellish them with the astronomical beauty of this gargantuan Universe; inculcating in them profound empathy towards the religion of humanity…. The shape of her immaculately divine fingers had already formed in the womb; with even the most infinitesimal of nails sprouting up holistically from the nimble edges, All that we could do was poignantly paint them with the stupendous charisma of this spell binding Universe; impregnate in them the solidarity to confront even the most acrimonious of impediments that dared come their way….. The contours of her amiably princely lips had already formed in the womb; with even the most capriciously evanescent tinges of red piquantly reflecting at her innocuous birth, All that we could do was indefatigably make them smile; triumphantly caress all bountifully heavenly goodness; that sumptuously encapsulated the enchanting atmosphere….. The pristine curvatures of her resplendent feet had already formed in the womb; with even the most sensitively pointed of her toes taking wholesome proportions, All that we could do was Omnisciently maneuver them towards the path of scintillating righteousness; teaching her to traverse shoulder to shoulder; with all mankind; one and ubiquitously alike….. The complexion of her robustly blossoming skin had already formed in the womb; with even the most inconspicuously enamoring of her dimples glistening like fireballs of the Sun; as the emanated her first breath, All that we could do was perpetually ensure that it remained untainted like that for times immemorial; timelessly enshroud her cheeks with all gregarious benevolence that uninhibitedly floated in the 345

atmosphere…. The cadence of her emphatically unblemished voice had already formed in the womb; with even the most incoherently inherent of her expressions magically visible; as she winked open her eyes to salvage the first sights of this planet, All that we could do was pragmatically teach her to use it for philanthropic humanity; disseminate its ingratiatingly vibrant melody; to each quarter of this Universe enveloped with bizarre solitude…. The trajectory of her immaculately godly ears had already formed in the womb; with even the most inaudible nerves of her lobes; miraculously visible as she gyrated in her cradle to the first sounds of this globe, All that we could do was perennially ensure that even the slightest trace of diabolism stayed infinite kilometers from her impeccable visage; and all that she could ever hear was the tunes of beautifully egalitarian mankind…. The lines on her Omnipresently innocent palms had already formed in the womb; with even the most ethereal insinuations in her life explicitly highlighted; as she ecstatically bounced in the lap of her grandmother, All that we could do was celestially drift her towards the lanes of unprejudiced righteousness; evolve her into being the ultimate messiah of all disastrously anguished humanity…. And the rhythm of her heavenly heartbeats had already formed in the womb; with even the most tiny palpitations of her chest throbbing with effervescent intensity; as she diffused her very first breath, All that we could do was unassailably embody them with the spirit of immortal love; unequivocally ensure that they coalesced with nothing else but sparkling truth till the time they lived; and even countless births that they exuberantly took life once again; thereafter….

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NOBODY AS PASSIONATE There was nobody on this fathomless Universe as passionate about poignant rain; as the thunderously reverberating conglomerate of crimson clouds, There was nobody on this colossal Universe as passionate about sweltering sands; as the majestically sprawling islands of the tenaciously glistening deserts, There was nobody on this gigantic Universe as passionate about exuberant wind; as the vivaciously rustling leaves of the magnificently blossoming tree, There was nobody on this boundless Universe as passionate about piquantly rejuvenating salt; as the unsurpassably glorious and ravishingly undulating oceans, There was nobody on this unfathomable Universe as passionate about astoundingly bedazzling light; as the tumultuously fulminating fireball of golden Sun, There was nobody on this gregarious Universe as passionate about silken scent; as the enchantingly everlasting rose; unveiling its whirlpool of untamed artistry; under the resplendent light of the milky moon, There was nobody on this unending Universe as passionate about handsomely gurgling froth; as the mystically wonderful waterfall; mesmerizing one and all in the swirl of its princely cascade, There was nobody on this Herculean Universe as passionate about regale evening; as the ethereally inscrutable horizons; diffusing the essence of synergistic equality to far and wide across this celestial earth, There was nobody on this amiable Universe as passionate about slithering mysticism; as the marvelously gliding serpent; rhetorically coiling into surreptitious folds; to entice the heart of the night, There was nobody on this limitless Universe as passionate about innocuous mischief; as the impeccably vibrant child; unrelentingly discovering an incomprehensible entrenchment of newness on every step that it charismatically tread, There was nobody on this eclectic Universe as passionate about wavering enigma; as the uncannily vivid shadow; aristocratically tingling every sagging visage; with cisterns of exotic wonderment, 347

There was nobody on this divinely Universe as passionate about sacrosanct motherland; as the patriotically blazing soldier; unflinchingly towering upon the diabolical traitors; till the very last iota of his blessed breath, There was nobody on this timeless Universe as passionate about united strength; as the tenaciously towering mountains; symbiotically withstanding the most acrimonious of storms; sequestering millions of innocent masses from agonizing pain, There was nobody on this redolent Universe as passionate about expressing emotions; as the compassionately heartfelt writer; incredulously weaving a tale of superbly effusive artistry; portraying the inner most feelings of his heart, There was nobody on this charismatic Universe as passionate about the freshly born baby; as the godly mother; who miraculously nourished it with her very own blood; for a persevering 9 months, There was nobody on this astronomical Universe as passionate about immaculate milk; as the sacredly munching cow; surviving itself on nimble grass; to bequeath upon the world the most priceless elixir of life, There was nobody on this endowing Universe as passionate about scintillating pearls; as the fantastically pristine oyster; harboring it for centuries immemorial; from even the most diminutive trace of malice, There was nobody on this vast Universe as passionate about spell binding breath; as the chapter of tirelessly ebullient life; sprouting into a fountain of melody as each instant royally unleashed by, And there was nobody on this twinkling Universe as passionate about immortal love; as the ardently throbbing heart; unassailably bonding each of its magical beats with beauty and freshness; sensuously lighting the trail of an insatiably uncurbed romance….

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I REALLY DON’T KNOW I don’t know what else could I have so stupendously cherished for; without your majestically seductive and iridescently twinkling eyelashes ? I don’t know what else could I have so wonderfully fantasized for; without your fantastically vibrant and timelessly sensuous stride ? I don’t know what else could I have so bountifully felt for; without your compassionately divine and spell bindingly blissful caress ? I don’t know what else could I have so unrelentingly wished for; without your celestially fragrant and supremely sacrosanct lips ? I don’t know what else could I have so intransigently aspired for; without your philanthropically enchanting and invincibly mellifluous essence of symbiotic mankind ? I don’t know what else could I have so timelessly yearned for; without your magnificently shimmering and flamboyantly fiery inferno’s of passionate desire ? I don’t know what else could I have so unstoppably leapt for; without your beautifully fluttering and vivaciously mischievous shadow ? I don’t know what else could I have so uncontrollably slavered for; without your everlastingly heavenly and pristinely poignant; gorge of sweetness ? I don’t know what else could I have so endlessly strived for; without your synergistically godly and ebulliently extraordinary spirit of righteousness ? I don’t know what else could I have so fanatically obsessed for; without your majestically handsome and marvelously resplendent smiles ? I don’t know what else could I have so indomitably hoped for; without your perennially ecstatic and aristocratically opalescent artistry ? I don’t know what else could I have so boundlessly prayed for; without your magnanimously humanitarian and magically blessing ideals ? I don’t know what else could I have so fathomlessly endured for; without your ubiquitously unlimited and synergistically fructifying voice ? I don’t know what else could I have so ardently dreamt for; without your enigmatically uncanny and princely philandering demeanor ? I don’t know what else could I have so patriotically 349

blazed for; without your altruistically unflinching and fearlessly impeccable conscience ? I don’t know what else could I have so effulgently sung for; without your freshly embellished and newborn bride; crimson cheeks ? I don’t know what else could I have so perpetually loved for; without your charismatically incarcerating and pricelessly infinite heartbeats ? I don’t know what else could I have so immortally exhaled for; without your Omnipotently reviving and optimistically enlightening; fireballs of breath ? And I really don’t know what else could I have so unconquerably lived for; without your undefeatedly godly and Omnisciently benign life ???

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O! IMMORTAL BELOVED… My humble salutations to you O! Tantalizing Beloved; for so magnanimously tolerating my eccentrically esoteric repertoire of idiosyncrasies; my marathon hours of sky gazing in the heart of spell bindingly ravishing midnight, My eternal salutations to you O! Beautiful Beloved; for so chivalrously toleration my congenital habits of challenging conventional society; my unsurpassable ocean of intrepid opinions; which were solely and profusely my very own, My priceless salutations to you O! Eternal Beloved; for so open heartedly tolerating my inherent tendencies to flirt and philander; romanticize in the aisles of surreally tantalizing desire; till infinite more births of mine, My unflinching salutations to you O! Pristine Beloved; for so handsomely tolerating my bizarre antagonism from the conventionally turgid society; my principles irrevocably discarding every other religion on this planet; except the religion of unconquerably Omnipotent mankind, My endless salutations to you O! Celestial Beloved; for so pioneeringly tolerating my sporadic bouts of exasperating nonchalance; my wholesome delineation from the monotonously outside world, My boundless salutations to you O! Majestic Beloved; for so blissfully tolerating my infuriatingly lambasting anger; my unsurpassable mountain of baseless whims and uxoriously incarcerating habits, My indefatigable salutations to you O! Inimitable Beloved; for so astoundingly tolerating my disparagingly crucifying agonies; my horrendously harrowing nightmares which at times rendered me worse than lividly cadaverous mortuaries; even in the shimmer of the brilliantly sunlit day, My intransigent salutations to you O! Mellifluous Beloved; for so magically tolerating my dictatorially chauvinistic ego; my lecherously bohemian demeanor and shaggily uncut toenails, My unfathomable salutations to you O! Heavenly Beloved; for so miraculously tolerating my disdainfully abusive tongue; my incongruously abstruse babbling like a newborn child; as I snored in the aisles of profoundly solitary sleep, 351

My triumphant salutations to you O! Immaculate Beloved; for so regally tolerating my fastidiously pernicious obsessions; my unendingly esoteric titillations and tastes of the tongue, My everlasting salutations to you O! Unblemished Beloved; for so magnificently tolerating my abhorrently prejudiced odor; my outlandishly obsolete way of dressing even as I trespassed amidst the imperially exquisite society, My timeless salutations to you O! Gorgeous Beloved; for so enchantingly tolerating my ominously dribbling perspiration; my inscrutably inexplicable aura which enshrouded me like a draught of irrevocable wind from all ends, My ubiquitous salutations to you O! Adorable Beloved; for so patiently tolerating my disastrously stuttering and maimed stride; my hands that smelt of ghoulishly foul fish all day; as I aimlessly sauntered amongst the piles of lifeless crabs and desolate sand, My godly salutations to you O! Effulgent Beloved; for so wonderfully tolerating my irascibly sneezing nose; my perennial fits of discontentment; which never ever got placated even with the most aristocratic of wealth, My victorious salutations to you O! Iridescent Beloved; for so fragrantly tolerating my disastrously penurious demeanor; my rotten juggernaut of hollow luck; which venomously marauded my pockets with more and more holes; as the instants zipped by, My spell binding salutations to you O! Sacrosanct Beloved; for so sagaciously tolerating my uninhibitedly exotic fearlessness; my uncanny slips into the unfettered wilderness from time to time; without even leaving the tiniest of innuendo behind, My ardent salutations to you O! Unconquerable Beloved; for so opulently tolerating my erotically decrepit fantasies; my unstoppably brute masculine force; which at times was more tempestuous than raw thunderbolts of lightening to confront, My convivial salutations to you O! holistic Beloved; for so remarkably tolerating my inevitably decaying breath; my viciously cancerous presence all day and even after the clock hours gallivanted well past; the strokes of invidiously sinister midnight, And my tireless salutations to you O! Immortal Beloved; for so synergistically tolerating me as your diminutively impoverished husband; bonding even the most infinitesimal element of your heart; soul and 352

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conscience with mine; even though I was just an undeservingly scurrilous stranger trying to parasitically creep into your blessed life…

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BUT YET I SURRENDERED The most pernicious of mountains on this Universe miserably failed to deter me; as I euphorically surged like an untamed prince; without batting even an infinitesimal eyelid; beyond the summits of eternal paradise, The most lecherous of oceans on this Universe disdainfully failed to drown me; as I vivaciously flew like an inimitably majestic eagle; over the fathomlessly priceless carpet of this astoundingly panoramic earth, The most abstruse of forests on this Universe pathetically failed to scare me; as I uninhibitedly raced like an impregnable panther through the poignantly regale paths; of the spell bindingly sunlit hills, The most vindictive of cannibals on this Universe ludicrously failed to devour me; as I timelessly slept in the caverns of unprecedented exhilaration; enchantingly fantasizing about the fathomless treasures of solidarity; for infinite more births of mine, The most avaricious of parasites on this Universe lugubriously failed to suck me; as I tirelessly sang like a mellifluously golden nightingale all exotic night; only to embrace realms of profoundly unassailable sleep; the entire swelteringly sunlit day, The most diabolical of prisons on this Universe harrowingly failed to incarcerate me; as I sailed in harmoniously princely unison with the gorgeously gregarious atmosphere; blending even the most diminutive of my senses with the religion of symbiotically priceless mankind, The most fetid of traitors on this Universe disparagingly failed to harm me; as I bountifully blazed in an unrelenting saga of immortal bravery; altruistically serving my sacrosanct mother soil; till I abdicated my very last breath, The most simpering of deserts on this Universe stupidly failed to scorch me; as I celestially floated 354

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in a paradise of magnanimously unending goodness; uniting tumultuously estranged souls across this boundless planet; in the threads of irrevocably handsome truth, The most licentious of venoms on this Universe preposterously failed to asphyxiate me; as I radiantly proliferated into a river of sensuously enamoring happiness; every unfurling minute of my diminutively delineated lifetime, The most acrimonious of thorns on this Universe ingloriously failed to perpetuate me; as I galloped like thunderbolts of profusely vibrant lightening; through the corridors of blissfully heavenly prosperity, The most sinister of witches on this Universe insipidly failed to jinx me; as I unconquerably permeated through even the most ephemerally treacherous norm of the acridly abhorrent society; metamorphosing every bit of salaciously derogatory lies into the island of; blessed righteousness, The most tumultuous of sunrays on this Universe repeatedly failed to stifle me; as I fearlessly blossomed into the most rhapsodically effulgent fruits of God’s creation; since the very first cry of my beautiful birth, The most unfathomable of superpowers on this Universe disastrously failed to tame me; as I irrefutably vanquished even the most evanescent trace of evil on this globe; philanthropically crusading for the cause of symbiotic peace; by the grace of the Almighty Lord, The most hedonistic of maelstroms on this Universe ridiculously failed to shake me; as I exhaled into a fireball of intransigently dazzling exuberance; optimistically enlightening the lives of one and all; aristocratically alike, The most truculent of scorpions on this Universe flagrantly failed to sting me; as I triumphantly emerged from the aisles of inconspicuously obsolete nothingness; as the ultimate harbinger of resplendently robust humanity, The most remorseful of graveyards on this Universe stupefyingly failed to haunt me; as I culminated into the rainbow of holistically gifted existence; indefatigably kissing the freshly formed golden dew, The most adverse of tyrannical agonies on this Universe grotesquely failed to overpower me; as I spawned into an unsurpassably benign entrenchment of happiness; diffusing the mantra of contentment on 355

every path that I nimbly tread, The most devilish of deaths on this Universe dastardly failed to annihilate me; as I mushroomed into an endless festoon of eclectically wonderful lives; every unleashing instant on this earth and beyond, O! Yes; All of the above and incomprehensibly more was unquestionably there with me by the grace of the Omnipotent Lord; But yet I fell on her divinely feet like a speck of frigidly parsimonious wind; But yet I uncontrollably shivered like a diminishing destitute in her perpetual palms; But yet I lost all direction of my life in her impeccably twinkling eyes; But yet I forever surrendered myself as the ultimate slave of her immortally beating heart….

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YOUR GODLY SWEAT

Just an infinitesimal droplet of its mesmerizing golden upon my lips; was enough to irrefutably perpetuate the corridors of ardently untamed longing in my diminutively disheveled persona, Just an inconspicuous droplet of its enchanting golden upon my eyelashes; was enough to catapult me beyond the aisles of unprecedented fantasy; for centuries pricelessly immemorial, Just a mercurial droplet of its spell binding golden upon my palms; was enough to bless me as the most unconquerably symbiotic human existing; disseminating the essence of eternal truth on every quarter of this fathomless Universe, Just a parsimonious droplet of its glorious golden upon my tongue; was enough to celestially reinvigorate each of my drearily dying and estranged nerves; replenish my countenance with the mantra of synergistically divine existence, Just an evanescent droplet of its exotic golden upon my cheeks; was enough to metamorphose the most traumatically tyrannized suffering of my survival; into a rivulet of unsurpassably unending happiness, Just an ephemeral droplet of its timeless golden upon my ears; was enough to resplendently enlighten my despondently quavering sensitivity; into a sky of unassailably bountiful dreams, Just a fugitive droplet of its handsome golden upon my fingers; was enough to enthrall me more iridescently than the vivaciously dancing peacocks; as if the entire exuberance of this panoramic planet had become the whites of my impeccable eye, Just a disappearing droplet of its stupendous golden upon my belly; was enough to unfathomably evolve me into an entrenchment of unlimited sensuousness; for infinite more births yet to unveil, Just an obsolete droplet of its ebullient golden upon my tongue; was enough to make me wholesomely oblivious to even the most impregnably enticing titillation on the trajectory of this boundless Universe; profusely drowning every bone of my body into an ocean of heavenly tanginess, Just an insipid droplet of its bounteous golden upon my shadow; was enough to limitlessly tingle me till 357

the epitome of unparalleled voluptuousness; as I tirelessly slavered on the slippery sand; feasting every pore of my skin in the milky moonlight, Just a fleeting droplet of its ingratiating golden upon my nape; was enough to perennially drift me towards the cocoons of inimitably jubilant ecstasy; every unveiling instant of my impoverished life, Just an infidel droplet of its majestic golden upon my shoulders; was enough to beautifully transpire me to incessantly augment the threshold of my artistry; unceasingly replenish my every bone with the countless treasures of this wonderfully holistic Universe, Just a minuscule droplet of its rhapsodic golden upon my conscience; was enough to enrich my depravingly beleaguered existence; with the perpetually magnificent colors of unshakable solidarity, Just an effervescent droplet of its everlasting golden upon my chest; was enough to triumphantly tantalize till even after the veritable end of my time; and as every ingredient of niceness around me withered and obnoxiously died, Just an incongruous droplet of its emollient golden upon my foot; was enough to instill in me the insurmountably intrepid tenacity of an unflinching adventurer; as I patriotically blazed like an inferno of scintillating righteousness; upon every prejudiced trace of the devil, Just an inarticulate droplet of its supreme golden upon my soul; was enough to make me ardently persevere for the cause of benevolent humanity; decimate even the most frigid speck of indiscriminate racialism; forever and ever and ever from this innocuously vivid planet, Just a fugacious droplet of its ever-pervading golden upon my nostrils; was enough for me to assimilate all felicity of a limitless more lifetimes; exist as an undefeated prince even in the most satanically devilish of winds, Just an obfuscated droplet of its poignant golden upon my heart; was enough for me to fathomlessly feel the astounding freshness of life to its most indomitable fullest; palpitate more thunderously than the unequivocal clouds; now for the ultimate love of my life, O! Yes; such was the Omnipotent power of just that ethereally vanishing droplet of heavenliness that dribbled from your newly wedded skin; such was the incomprehensibly eternal fragrance of just that 358

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incoherent droplet which oozed from your immaculate arms; such was the efficacious effulgence of just that tiny droplet of your Godly sweat

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WHAT I WAS UNCONQUERABLY SURE ABOUT What tomorrow would bring for me in its exhilaratingly blissful winds; I didn’t care; nor did have even the tiniest of longing to know, But what I was unconquerably sure about was that; each ingredient of my emaciated eye ardently wanted to witness your divinely silhouette this very moment; without the slightest of hindrance in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its graciously bountiful lap; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most diminutive of longing to know, But what I was unassailably sure about was that; each droplet of my trembling blood fervently wanted to blend with your philanthropically handsome goodness this very moment; without the slightest of impediments in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its ingratiatingly inexplicable horizons; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most parsimonious of longing to know, But what I was unfathomably sure about was that; each line of my impoverished palm insatiably wanted to entwine with your majestically unfurling life this very moment; without the slightest of darkness in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its royally resplendent swirl; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most mercurial of longing to know, But what I was invincibly sure about was that; each cracked contour of my lips triumphantly wanted to intermingle with your sensuously iridescent senses this very moment; without the slightest of morass in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its enigmatically philandering breath; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most remote longing to know, But what I was boundlessly sure about was that; each vein of my abysmally faltering legs zanily wanted to coalesce with your benevolently humanitarian stride this very moment; without the slightest of duress in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its celestially vibrant fabric; I didn’t care; nor did have even the 360

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most oblivious longing to know, But what I was indefatigably sure about was that; each chord of my preposterously scorched throat tumultuously wanted to slaver your Samaritan sweetness this very moment; without the slightest of treachery in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its vividly coruscated dawn; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most cloistered of longing to know, But what I was impregnably sure about was that; each miserably bereaved bone of mine unrelentingly wanted the compassionate caress of your magical palms this very moment; without the slightest of embroilment in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its spell bindingly enamoring resplendence; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most insipid of longing to know, But what I was limitlessly sure about was that; each sordidly estranged pore of my flesh perennially wanted to bond with your rhapsodic melody this very moment; without the slightest of bedlam in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its enchantingly fragrant corridor; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most infidel of longing to know, But what I was fathomlessly sure about was that; each devastatingly diminishing breath of mine perpetually wanted to entwine with your altruistically fearless life this very moment; without the slightest of inhibition in between and the recital of NO…. And what tomorrow would bring for me in its redolently euphoric wave; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most ephemeral of longing to know, But what I was supremely sure about was that; each beat of my gratuitously feckless heart immortally wanted to entrench with your love this very moment; without the slightest of hesitation in between and the recital of NO….

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PLEASE DON’T EVER LEAVE ME Even if you didn’t glimpse an infinitesimal iota towards me the entire sweltering day; neglecting me like a chunk of threadbare shit; as you wholeheartedly flirted with your surreptitious paramour right in front of my eyes, Even if you didn’t appreciate my worldclass accomplishments an inconspicuous trifle; sadistically preferring to feed the wood on my scintillating trophies; to your fleet of obnoxiously indolent termites, Even if you didn’t cuddle my innocuously trembling chin an infidel bit; blasphemously drenching my impoverished persona with acrimonious cauldrons of diabolical acid, Even if you didn’t clap for me the slightest as I triumphantly kissed the glorious pinnacles of Everest; ignominiously ridiculed me for looking like a frigid scarecrow; from the point where she sighted me on robust earth, Even if you didn’t kiss me on my passionately slavering cheeks; satanically diverting all gruesomely grisly lizards of the house; to insidiously crawl on them instead, Even if you didn’t mischievously cavort with me through the bountifully sun soaked hills; truculently lambasting my nimbly shivering skin with whiplashes of devilish hatred instead, Even if you didn’t regally cajole me in my times of disparagingly deteriorating duress; using my tears instead of table salt; for titillating your spuriously roasted meat; instead, Even if you didn’t rejoice with me as I assimilated every speck of celestial enlightenment on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; heinously preferring to clandestinely gallop with ghoulish corpses in sinister darkness; instead, Even if you didn’t respect the most benevolent of my deeds an ephemeral trace; saluting the lascivious dungeon of sleazy parasites with profound admiration in your eyes; instead, Even if you didn’t pay heed to the most despairingly traumatic of my cries; uninhibitedly dancing to the tunes of my horrific agony; violently smooching your boyfriend; instead, Even if you didn’t empathize the tiniest with my 362

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overwhelmingly dreary bones after I acridly faced the onslaught of the remorsefully manipulative society; gagging a mortuary of torching needles into my mouth as I holistically snored, Even if you didn’t fantasize about my regally brandishing sword and patriotic scepter; ludicrously chortling your breath out; as I valiantly stepped into the rampaging battlefield; to defend my very own sacrosanct motherland, Even if you didn’t relentlessly walk by my side as I trespassed through all the good and sordidly bad in life; vengefully laid the most lecherously bawdy barricades in every of my advancing paths; instead, Even if you didn’t cook tantalizing morsels of food for my miserably emaciated stomach; ruthlessly extricated my mass of intricately poignant intestines; to feed the cacophonically wailing eunuchs outside; instead, Even if you didn’t mesmerize my uxoriously livid nerves with mellifluously ebullient sound; mercilessly left the horde of salaciously victimizing wolves upon my naked flesh; when I was snoozing; instead, Even if you didn’t believe one bit in the most sagaciously righteous of my preachings; maliciously blowing the rambunctiously blowing horns of your car full throttle; the instant I attempted to open my nimble mouth, Even if you didn’t like it an evanescent speck if I took your name; barbarously slashed the rosy pink of my lips with the malevolently prejudiced butcher’s knife; if I dared to praise your enamoring countenance, Even if you didn’t respect me an ethereal iota for all my immortally compassionate love; tirelessly kept expurgating your feces upon my skull; envisaging it to be your favorite lavatory seat, Nevertheless; Your mere presence itself has and will forever inspire me; making me feel the most pricelessly blessed entity alive; miraculously metamorphosing every element of my grief into a paradise of unconquerable happiness, So therefore it is my humble request to you O! eternal beloved; execute whatever conceivable torture you could upon my diminutive persona; crucify me with all the badness that exists on this Universe; blind me with all the hatred in your life; but please don’t leave me to lead a life more penalizing than death; please don’t ever leave me… 363

NO EXPERIMENTATION I indefatigably experimented with my clothes; at times aimlessly wandering in skimpily bedraggled shorts; while at times majestically embellishing even the most lackadaisical bone of my impoverished body; with a paradise of unendingly coruscating satin, I unrelentingly experimented with my food; at times plaintively surviving on inconspicuously threadbare morsels of dolorous bread; while at times regally titillating my emaciated taste buds with Imperial slices of Italian cheese and sensuously exotic champagne, I limitlessly experimented with my dwelling; at times ludicrously residing in preposterously stinking gutter pipes; while at times enchantingly snoring in castles of exquisitely Oriental gold and resplendently twinkling pearls, I tirelessly experimented with my makeup’s; at times coating my diminutively trembling skin with sleazily libidinous mascara; while at times vivaciously painting my entire visage with celestially voluptuous blackberry juice, I relentlessly experimented with my slang’s; at times conversing in an incongruously unruly rustic accent which only the dogs could understand; while at times unassailably silencing one and all on this gigantic planet; with the power of my eloquently mesmerizing speech, I unfathomably experimented with my temperament’s; at times laconically floating like a cadaverously silent graveyard in the aisles of insipid nothingness; while at times tempestuously fulminating into a boundless cosmos of insatiably heart-rendering passion, I incessantly experimented with my footwear; at times nonchalantly trespassing through the eccentrically skewed dungeons barefoot; while at times encapsulating my ebulliently protruding toes; with the most exorbitantly supreme snake leather skins, I continuously experimented with my perfumes; at times smudging every speck of my languishing demeanor with a bizarre concoction of tomatoes and indolent mushrooms; while at times bathing in a heavenly pond of blissful musk till times immemorial, 364

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I unstoppably experimented with my languages; at times fanatically absorbing myself into the fathomless literary volumes of my very own native tongue; while at times ubiquitously disseminating the essence of global peace and eternal brotherhood in; iridescently International English, I unlimitedly experimented with my toothbrushes; at times ruthlessly brushing across the consortium of my decaying yellow with stringently inclement tree twigs; while at times using a myriad of contemporarily world class brands to bounteously enlighten the bedraggled cavities in my mouth, I zanily experimented with my smells; at times disastrously snoozing the entire day inhaling squalidly rebuked attic air; while at times triumphantly dancing till spaces beyond eternity; to the redolently mesmerizing scent of the divinely atmosphere, I unsparingly experimented with my women; at times losing all interest in life with girls full of sardonically barbarous criticism; while at times jubilantly dancing with the ultimate nubile angels having descended from the lap of beautifully blessed heaven, I countlessly experimented with my jewelry; at times wearing esoterically jinxed necklace’s of gruesomely infidel bones; while at times handsomely draping my shivering persona with aristocratically poignant cascades of brilliant diamond, I ardently experimented with my desires; at times withering away like a stoically feckless leaf even in the most spellbindingly rhapsodic of winds; while at times uncontrollably spawning into a thunderbolt of insuperably blistering passion; swiping every trajectory of mother earth with everlastingly unfettered energy, I obsessively experimented with my colors; at times choosing the most dirties shade of brown to woefully lambaste my penalizing coffin; while at times blossoming into eclectic rainbows of glorious prosperity; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil, I unceasingly experimented with my titillations; at times using monotonous rockets of fretful paper to stimulate my treacherously dying pores; while at times wonderfully assimilating the most panoramically exotic treasures of this earth; to blend with the invincible enthuse of my bloodstreams, 365

I timelessly experimented with my fantasies; at times tyrannically envisaging only about matchbox shaped corporate offices with potbellied tycoons wasting marathon hours in sonorous cigar smoke and the robotically disdainful mobile phone; while at times intransigently dreaming all day and night about the chapters of enriching proliferation and philanthropic goodness on the fabric of this gigantic Universe, I uninhibitedly experimented with my philosophies; at times conceiving the prejudiced manipulation was quintessential to exist amidst the pack of horrifically bloodsucking wolves today; while at times pioneering the mantra of selfless sacrifice in even the most mercurial quarter of this world, And if there was indeed one thing on this planet; which I never did or would ever want to experiment with; then it was our immortal love; for my heart was forever yours O! Godly Beloved; right since the time it first euphorically leapt out for you; and till the time death do us apart; without the slightest of baffling experimentation in between…

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JUST SO THAT I endlessly kept committing a pathetic graveyard of flagrant idiosyncrasies; just so that you could correct me; with the eternally magical righteousness in your bountiful voice, I endlessly kept tossing and turning on the coldbloodedly laconic floor; just so that you could put me to heavenly sleep; with the compassionately timeless sensuousness in your tantalizing fingers, I endlessly kept speaking derogatorily insipid lies; just so that you could Omnipotently enlighten me; with the essence of unassailably glorious truth in your unflinching stride, I endlessly kept myself egregiously emaciated; just so that you could majestically placate my every desire; with the fortress of invincible camaraderie in your impeccable eyes, I endlessly kept nonchalantly staring at meaningless bits of barren sky; just so that you could stupefy me to the most unprecedented limits; with the mesmerizing cadence in your magnetic senses, I endlessly kept maliciously abusing whosoever I encountered in my way; just so that you could teach me to be civilized; with the principles of priceless humanity ubiquitously disseminating from your every breath, I endlessly kept fretting and fuming at everything that was laid my way; just so that you could marvelously quell all my lunatic restlessness; with the regally silken charisma of your soul, I endlessly kept executing the most abashing of spelling mistakes; just so that you could aristocratically enrich me; with your insuperably magnificent power of linguistics, I endlessly kept myself drearily dirty and languishing like a chunk of insipid shit; just so that you could rejuvenate even the most infinitesimal of my traumatized senses; with the insatiable exuberance in your victorious leap, I endlessly kept bruising myself without the slightest rhyme or reason; just so that you could perennially anoint my disastrously slavering wounds; with the religion of impregnable humanity in your divinely palms, I endlessly kept agnostically repenting every 367

beautiful moment of my life; just so that you could ingratiatingly drift me towards the skies of the unconquerably Omniscient Lord; with your spirit of patriotically blazing freedom, I endlessly kept impudently slandering my revered elders; just so that you could royally mitigate me from the crutches of crucifying mercilessness; with the unbelievably altruistic tranquility enshrouding your humble existence, I endlessly kept ridiculing the most handsomely symbiotic ideals of creation; just so that you could make me blend with the celestial rudiments of my creation; with the goodness of your magnanimously sacred spontaneity, I endlessly kept skeptically surmising about even the most harmonious of saints; just so that you could beautifully filter the acrimonious dirt from my mind; with your undauntedly untamed conviction, I endlessly kept sadistically victimizing my own self; just so that you could perpetually guide me towards the most wonderfully replenishing salvation of my life; with the carpet of your resplendently embellished desires, I endlessly kept uncontrollably shivering under the deathly chill of the scurrilously vindictive night; just so that you could entwine me in your splendidly humanitarian warmth; with the inferno of boundless desire rampantly simmering in every pore of your skin, I endlessly kept preposterously indulging myself into a plethora of imperiling vices; just so that you could metamorphose my entire personality into that of a synergistically innocuous organism; with the mantra of ebullient triumph radiating unstoppably from your eyelashes, I endlessly kept forgetting even the most quintessentially vital things; just so that you could pamper the child in me to the most unfathomable fullest; inundate my diminutively impoverished life with the limitless happiness in your everlasting soul, And I endlessly kept trying to extinguish every speck of my beleaguered existence; just so that you could incarcerate my penuriously quavering senses in the entrenchment of your immortally blessing love; blissfully uniting our lives in holy matrimony; for times even after infinite more births of ours yet to come…

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MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU My life without you; was like the resplendently exotic rose left disdainfully estranged; amidst an acrimonious battalion of ballistically pugnacious cactus, My life without you; was like the brilliantly vibrant eye left penuriously staggering; amidst a venomous graveyard of invidiously sinister darkness, My life without you; was like the astoundingly aristocratic Sun left miserably sulking; behind a treacherously penalizing coffin of shaggily disheveled and adulterated clouds, My life without you; was like the regally bountiful pearls left inexorably fretting; in the sordidly gory interiors of the raunchily fetid gutter pipe, My life without you; was like the exuberantly triumphant bird left hopelessly wailing; behind the diabolically victimizing and satanically gleaming prison bars, My life without you; was like the pinnacle of the unassailable mountain left dreadfully defeated; under a frigidly threadbare avalanche of feckless ice, My life without you; was like the patriotically blazing warrior left relentlessly cursing his luck; amidst the manipulatively parasitic politicians, My life without you; was like the euphorically victorious ocean left to lugubriously slaver; amidst the dastardly cockroaches of the diminutively soiled lavatory seat, My life without you; was like the fantastically eclectic artist left to unstoppably asphyxiate; obnoxiously imprisoned within the walls of the monotonously matchbox shaped and wastrel office, My life without you; was like the newly embellished bride left hysterically sobbing; amidst insurmountably punitive layers of cadaverously widowed white, My life without you; was like the blissfully wedded couple left to enjoy their iridescent honeymoon; amidst the rambunctiously dusty and discordantly begging streets, My life without you; was like the intrepidly young man left to miserably deteriorate; amidst heavy numbered 369

glasses; forlorn crutches and a bedraggled walking stick, My life without you; was like timelessly ticking clock left to vindictively weep; amidst the infinitesimally worthless dwelling of the invisible ghosts, My life without you; was like the exquisitely redolent and feather tipped pen left to become delirious; amidst the mordantly corrugated periphery of the jaggedly cold-hearted rocks, My life without you; was like the unflinchingly handsome panther left to disparagingly growl; amidst lackluster blades of nimbly vegetarian and teasingly evanescent grass, My life without you; was like the unfathomably mellifluous nightingale left to bang its beak; amidst the brutally stuttering horde of the hedonistically stone deaf, My life without you; was like irrefutably scintillating truth and humanity left to march; in the land of the ignominiously scurrilous and baselessly devilish hell, My life without you; was like rhapsodically insatiable breath left to perniciously wither; under the hood of the dolorously damned and strangulating coffin of extinction, And my life without you O! Eternal beloved; was like the passionately immortal heart heartlessly left; amidst the sadistically unsavory scorpions of severely jinxed betrayal….

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NO POWER EVER BORN They could perhaps ruthlessly snatch our eyes; horrifically blinding us with their derogatory barbarism; for the remainder of our impoverished lives, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the unfathomable whirlpools of compassionate empathy; that we harbored for each other; in our everlastingly insuperable and brilliant hearts… They could perhaps mercilessly snatch our ears; lecherously annihilating them from our face; with their satanically blood stained swords, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the unprecedented fascination that we harbored for each other; in our bountifully timeless and philanthropic hearts…. They could perhaps indiscriminately snatch our bellies; deliriously extricating even the last bit of our intricately blissful intestines, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the insurmountable magnetism that we harbored for each other; in our beautifully vivid and eclectic hearts…. They could perhaps perfidiously snatch our legs; tyrannically incarcerating and maiming us in chains of maliciously unending torture; till the time we relinquished our last breath, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the inexorable passion that we harbored for each other; in our resplendently twinkling and unconquerable hearts…. ‘ They could perhaps lethally snatch all our dreams; truculently bludgeoning our brains on coldblooded rock; replenishing their parasitic stomachs with the gruesomely grotesque and pulverized curry, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the unflinching solidarity that we harbored for each other; in our iridescently burgeoning and panoramic hearts… They could perhaps irascibly snatch our arms; hedonistically forcing us to discordantly beg on the 371

threadbare streets; so that their pockets perennially glittered with sanctimoniously sleazy silk and gold, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the tirelessly ardent longing that we harbored for each other; in our gloriously effulgent and diligent hearts…. They could perhaps salaciously snatch our smiles; venomously infiltrating even the most inconspicuous iota of our happiness; with perverted mortuaries of uxoriously sadistic prejudice, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the majestically royal camaraderie that we harbored for each other; in our sensuously galloping and impeccable hearts…. They could perhaps brutally snatch our shadows; ignominiously extraditing us from the civilization outside; just to lick the floors of their already spick and span dwelling, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the spirit of sacrifice that we harbored for each other; in our passionately impregnable and unparalleled hearts…. And they could perhaps gorily snatch our wealth; rendering us to stagger in the aisles of uncouth nothingness; while they spuriously cavorted in the glory of our perseveringly righteous prosperity, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the immortally inimitable love that we harbored for each other; in our magnetically bonded and celestial hearts….

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RELAX RELAX. Let the whole world outside crazily Run. As you’re the only one who’s eventually destined to bond with her perpetually sacrosanct fragrance; by the grace of the Omnisciently Almighty Lord, RELAX. Let the whole world outside desperately Run. As you’re the only one with whom she had insatiably desired to bond; since the very first cry of her everlastingly mesmerizing birth, RELAX. Let the whole world outside bizarrely Run. As you’re the only one who care’s for her; more than anyone else on this gigantic earth could ever cogitate; or ever could, RELAX. Let the whole world outside pugnaciously Run. As you’re the only one whom she unrelentingly fantasized about; all blisteringly sunlit day and every unfurling minute past the heart of fantastically voluptuous midnight, RELAX. Let the whole world outside disastrously Run. As you’re the only one whom she congenitally likes to court; keep perennially embedded as the most priceless jewel in the center of her impeccable eyes, RELAX. Let the whole world outside ludicrously Run. As you’re the only one who’s dedicated to even the most infinitesimally fugacious cause of her vibrant life; embracing every obnoxious impediment that came her way without a tear in your victorious eye, RELAX. Let the whole world outside lunatically Run. As you’re the only one whom she intransigently prayed for since she emanated her very first breath; immortalizing you as her eternal mate even before her brain had the power to think, RELAX. Let the whole world outside fanatically Run. As you’re the only one whom she tirelessly sketched on the pristine seas shores; even as the truculent waves irritatingly swiped your impressions umpteenth times in a single minute, RELAX. Let the whole world outside disparagingly Run. As you’re the only one whom she considered as revered as her godly parents; to bountifully harness the chapter of her iridescently beautiful life, RELAX. Let the whole world outside deliriously Run. As you’re the only one whom she indefatigably serenaded; even as the most hedonistically torrential of maelstroms; lambasted the earth from every construable 373

side and space, RELAX. Let the whole world outside preposterously Run. As you’re the only one whom she irrefutably considered her every destiny line; the fascinating litany of events timelessly unveiling in her blessed life, RELAX. Let the whole world outside egregiously Run. As you’re the only one whose name she chanted even in the realms of unconsciously deep sleep; Omnisciently witnessing your portrait in every goodness that she poignantly caressed, RELAX. Let the whole world outside insipidly Run. As you’re the only one whom she unflinchingly patronized; even as corpses of bawdily indescribable savagery asphyxiated her from all sides, RELAX. Let the whole world outside baselessly Run. As you’re the only one whom she envisaged as the ultimate prince of her destitute life; unassailably enlightening the lamps of her fretfully withering existence, RELAX. Let the whole world outside superfluously Run. As you’re the only one whom she sensuously cavorted with in every wink that she mischievously took, RELAX. Let the whole world outside remorsefully Run. As you’re the only one whom she marvelously solemnized for your articulately astounding versatility; insuperably blending with the blood that flowed through your artistic veins, RELAX. Let the whole world outside fecklessly Run. As you’re the only one whom she impregnably wanted to be a quintessential ingredient of her existence; the pinnacle of successful fragrance in her truncated life, RELAX. Let the whole world tyrannically Run outside. As you’re the only one whom she had perpetually coalesced with even the most mercurial breath that she diffused; for infinite more births yet to unleash, And RELAX. Let the whole world barbarously Run outside. As you’re the only one whom she had immortally given all her heart and love to; unconquerably enveloping herself in your embrace so passionate; that even the God’s considered it sinful to break….

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REMARRIAGE O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the majestically tantalizing shadow; of my eternally enchanting wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the impeccably embellished smile; of my bountifully spawning wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the Omnipotently blazing stride; of my amiably enthralling wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the unflinchingly altruistic solidarity; of my compassionately cuddling wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the ingratiatingly fantastic charisma; of my eclectically panoramic wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the Omnisciently exotic splendor; of my immaculately heavenly wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the ubiquitously unending timelessness; of my exhilaratingly ebullient wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the philanthropically benign graciousness; of my ecstatically triumphant wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the jubilantly spell binding vivaciousness; of my astoundingly sacred wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the boundless fascinating fantasies; of my iridescently perennial wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the euphorically vivid aura; of my sensuously celestial wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the intrepidly brazen 375

chested spirit; of my ecumenically effulgent wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the profoundly intoxicating enigma; of my limitlessly enthusing wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the exultatingly marvelous fragrance; of my gloriously mysterious wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the beautifully vibrant synergy; of my fantastically humanitarian wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the symbiotically harmonious ramifications; of my congenially intriguing wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the irrefutably unassailable transparency; of my charmingly mellifluous wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the romantically blessing breath; of my innovatively princely wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the unshakably godly demeanor; of my pristinely piquant wife; once again, And O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the unconquerably immortal heart; of my unabashedly loving wife; once again….

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ON THE STATION OF LOVE The train of profoundly spine tingling mysticism stopped only on the station; of astoundingly fantastic and uncannily tantalizing bewilderment, The train of symbiotically coalescing philanthropism stopped only on the station; of eternally resplendent and timelessly bountiful mankind, The train of poignantly unending compassion stopped only on the station; of perpetually unshakable and gloriously unconquerable friendship, The train of blazingly truthful expression stopped only on the station; of majestically blissful and implacably kingly artistry, The train of altruistically uninhibited sharing stopped only on the station; of perennially burgeoning and euphorically triumphant happiness, The train of mischievously philandering flirtation stopped only on the station; of enchantingly ebullient and serendipitously clandestine seduction, The train of unflinchingly intrepid bravery stopped only on the station; of boundlessly revered and unconquerable immortality, The train of panoramically eclectic beauty stopped only on the station; of stupendously benevolent and undefeated graciousness, The train of Omnipotently scintillating optimism stopped only on the station; of gloriously embellished and impregnably inimitable victory, The train of intransigently exploring intrigue stopped only on the station; of ingratiatingly mesmerizing and ecstatically vibrant innovation, The train of synergistically united existence stopped only on the station; of irrefutably invincible and jubilantly unlimited righteousness, The train of divinely sacrosanct worship stopped only on the station; of congenitally blessed and indomitably Omniscient motherhood, The train of beautifully unblemished sacrifice stopped only on the station; of profusely fascinating and unsurpassably regale benevolence, The train of harmoniously creative energy stopped only on the station; of vividly burgeoning and immaculately unassailable newness, The train of insatiably untamed passion stopped only on the station; of unequivocally limitless and fantastically effulgent embrace, 377

The train of innocently heart rendering playfulness stopped only on the station; of unrestrictedly iridescent and gorgeously oblivious childhood, The train of indefatigably experimenting style stopped only on the station; of radiantly fructifying and ubiquitously blossoming freshness, The train of Omnipotently blessed life stopped only on the station; of bounteously spawning and magically unfurling adventure, And train of unstoppably throbbing hearts stopped only on the station; of immortally godly and wonderfully uninhibited love….

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IMMORTALLY OVERPOWERING Immortally overpowering; were her majestically seductive and ingratiating lips; over the lackadaisically chapped contours; which were diminutively mine, Immortally overpowering; were her tantalizingly ravishing and swirling hair; over the uncontrollably trembling scalp; which was parsimoniously mine, Immortally overpowering; was her stupendously fragrant and bountiful belly; over the insatiably starved folds; which were humbly mine, Immortally overpowering; were her poignantly crimson and Omnipotent cheeks; over the pathetically freckled skin; which was stingily mine, Immortally overpowering; was her celestially mellifluous and rhapsodic voice; over the uncannily quavering cadence; which was miserly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her fantastically embellished and articulate neck; over the ruggedly penurious flesh; which was emaciatingly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her royally philanthropic and timeless graciousness; over the rampantly vacillating emotions; which were quintessentially mine, Immortally overpowering; was her irrefutably insuperable and unflinching faith; over the fabric of untamed sensuality; which was ethereally mine, Immortally overpowering; was her enchantingly spell bindingly and glorious fragrance; over the onerously oozing armpits; which were intricately mine, Immortally overpowering; was her charismatically magical and unassailable grace; over the incessantly shivering goose-bumps; which were nostalgically mine, Immortally overpowering; were her fascinatingly dangling and immaculate earlobes; over the obsoletely deafened senses; which were minutely mine, Immortally overpowering; was her divinely mesmerizing and vivacious dance; over the profusely famished rhythm; which was nonchalantly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her beautifully heavenly and enigmatic shadow; over the desolately destitute stride; which was haplessly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her benevolently egalitarian and sacrosanct humanity; over the maliciously manipulated whisper; which was sleazily 379

mine, Immortally overpowering; were her miraculously healing and unconquerable feet; over the nervously skittish uncertainty; which was sporadically mine, Immortally overpowering; was her blazingly altruistic and self made destiny lines; over the despicably withering frigidity; which was hopelessly mine, Immortally overpowering; were her magnanimously bestowing and patriotic shoulders; over the tumultuously proliferating uncanniness; which was inherently mine, Immortally overpowering; was her intransigently righteous and innocuous conscience; over the web of derogatory malice; which was forcibly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her magnetically invincible and Omniscient breath; over the unsurpassably asphyxiating hollowness; which was truculently mine, And Immortally overpowering; was her perpetually magnificent and endless love; over the preposterously diminishing heart; which was ungainly mine….

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IF YOU REALLY LOVED HER Don’t try to ruthlessly imprison her majestic eyes; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally ooze uninhibited rivulets of insurmountably ecstatic and bountiful empathy; solely for you instead, Don’t try to baselessly imprison her poignant lips; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally fulminate into a festoon of compassionately eternal and vibrant smiles; solely for you instead, Don’t try to derogatorily imprison her bountiful cheeks; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally twinkle into an astoundingly effulgent and fructifying camaraderie; solely for you instead, Don’t try to maliciously imprison her spell binding eyelids; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally flutter into an unfathomable gorge of irrefutable adulation; solely for you instead, Don’t try to abhorrently imprison her unflinching footsteps; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally advance like avalanches of unfettered and unconquerable passion; solely for you instead, Don’t try to truculently imprison her sensuous shadow; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally grope like an eternally silken and nubile princess; solely for you instead, Don’t try to diabolically imprison her harmonious thoughts; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally tower like the clouds of mesmerizing and supreme timelessness; solely for you instead, Don’t try to perniciously imprison her regale smiles; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally flow in a river of impregnable and priceless solidarity; solely for you instead, Don’t try to disastrously imprison her altruistic identity; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally blaze into a fathomless sky of Omnipotent and everlasting shine; solely for you instead, Don’t try to hedonistically imprison her mellifluous voice; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally sing an unsurpassable entrenchment of amiably bonding and effervescent rhyme; solely for you instead, Don’t try to savagely imprison her ecstatic sweat; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally 381

exude into a fountain of fantastic and enigmatic vivaciousness; solely for you instead, Don’t try to bizarrely imprison her heavenly fingers; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally grope into whirlwinds of uncontrollably untamed and implacable passion; solely for you instead, Don’t try to satanically imprison her egalitarian neck; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally attune itself towards a fortress of invincibly magnificent and fearless solidarity; solely for you instead, Don’t try to treacherously imprison her ravishing senses; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally cavort ebulliently and in insatiable energy; solely for you instead, Don’t try to hedonistically imprison her impeccable conscience; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally spawn into a sky of euphorically triumphant and blessed righteousness; solely for you instead, Don’t try to salaciously imprison her unparalleled exuberance; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally evolve into an incomprehensibly gorgeous reservoir of victorious exultation; solely for you instead, Don’t try to brutally imprison her unequivocal freedom; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally bounce in every construable and panoramically exotic direction; solely for you instead, Don’t try to dictatorially imprison her celestial breath; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally waft till times beyond infinite infinity and tirelessly; solely for you instead, Don’t try to devilishly imprison her unblemished pristinity; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally yearn and sizzle in royally intransigent desire; solely for you instead, And don’t try to chauvinistically imprison her immortal heart; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally liberate and endlessly throb; solely for you instead….

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SAME REQUIREMENT Different requirements of food for infinite stomachs; some preferring gargantuan mountains of ingratiatingly appeasing fruit; while some blissfully satiating themselves with rustically plain bread and brine, Different requirements of bravery for infinite chests; some preferring Herculean amounts of unflinching fortitude; while some wholesomely content whiling away their lives in the realms of disdainfully dastardly dilapidation, Different requirements of empathy for infinite souls; some preferring to be uncontrollably deluged with the chapters of compassionately eternal togetherness; while some wanting to be let obnoxiously aloof even as maelstroms of hell vindictively blended with the trajectory of earth, Different requirements of embellishment for infinite demeanor’s; some preferring to be profusely adorned with unfathomably iridescent jewelry; while some loving to be left obsoletely plaintive on the lackadaisically barren hills, Different requirements of hearing for infinite ears; some preferring to be indefatigably enshrouded with naturally enchanting rhyme; while some wanting to tirelessly lambaste themselves with thunderously unending euphoria of the sleazy discotheque, Different requirements of moisture for infinite eyeballs; some preferring to be amiably flooded with unsurpassable rivers of celestially sparkling moisture; while some phlegmatically shrugging apart the excess liquid into wisps of insipid nothingness, Different requirements of strength for infinite shoulders; some preferring to embrace the whirlwinds of boundlessly augmenting tenacity; while some wanting to languish in dungeons of moderate timidness; for the remainder of their lives, Different requirements of hair for infinite scalps; some preferring to be relentlessly enshrouded with silken carpets of unsurpassable black; while some utterly disdainful about unruly outgrowths projecting sanctimoniously from their heads, Different requirements of blood for infinite skins; some preferring a turbulently uninhibited catharsis of it incessantly in their body; while some wanting the wonderfully scarlet elixir to serenely flow like 383

fading sunshine, Different requirements of fantasy for infinite brains; some preferring to panoramically dream about even the most diminutively capricious element of existence; while some austerely incarcerating their minds in graveyards of abhorrently manipulative monotony, Different requirements of destinies for infinite palms; some preferring to have an astoundingly insurmountable repertoire of forks and lines on the back of their hand; while some insatiable desirous of a life more plainer than the horrendously flat hills, Different requirements of voice for infinite throats; some preferring to fulminate into an exuberantly unending and evergreen song every unfurling minute of the day; while some more inclined towards a nonchalantly laconic reverie; even as life didn’t give them a second chance, Different requirements of air for different armpits; some preferring an intransigently endless blast of ebulliently reinvigorating breeze till the very last step of existence; while some inexorably wanting to break into tornado’s of cold-bloodedly insane sweat, Different requirements of saliva for different mouths; some preferring to incessantly slaver into fructifying whirlpools of untamed ecstasy; while some wanting themselves as dry as horrifically grassless and squelched charcoal, Different requirements of truth for different conscience’s; some preferring to irrefutably blaze into an insuperable inferno of righteousness for infinite more births yet to unveil; while some inevitably falling prey to the corpse of scurrilously invidious lies, Different requirements of flirtation for infinite eyelashes; some preferring to mischievously culminate into a flurry of surreptitious winks every now and again; while some reticently agglutinated to the brow in dogmatic sternness and indomitable concentration, Different requirements of breath for infinite nostrils; some preferring to effulgently inhale as much of resplendent air as conceivable on this Universe till the time majestic life palpitated; while some deliriously snapping the very fangs of existence; with their very own parasitically deleterious hands, But same requirement of immortal love for infinite organisms; with every religion; caste; creed; color; sect and tribe limitlessly wanting to encompass every step that they alighted with its Omnipotently heavenly 384

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radiance; limitlessly wanting to make its vividly majestic rhythm the sole beats of their impoverished lives…

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WILL NEVER LOSE The Sun might slowly and slowly lose all its ferociously blazing rays; remorsefully withering behind the languid horizons; for times immemorial, The stars might slowly and slowly lose all their scintillating shimmer; eventually appearing as nonchalantly lackadaisical stones in the firmament of fathomlessly barren sky, The oceans might slowly and slowly lose all their ravishingly tangy salt; sullenly metamorphosing into boundless kilometers of corrugated dry rubble and worthlessly invidious sand, The deserts might slowly and slowly lose all their regally fascinating majesty; disdainfully transforming into obsolete mirages of derogatorily dilapidated despondence, The mountains might slowly and slowly lose all their unconquerably shimmering peaks; being transited into capriciously fugitive dust; as ghastly earthquakes tumultuously plundered them, The roses might slowly and slowly lose all their enchantingly enamoring redolence; limply shedding all their bountifully burgeoning petals into a livid heap; for the wastrel parasites to devour, The forests might slowly and slowly lose all their enigmatically jubilant trees; ludicrously shriveling into a cadaverously macabre heap; as the onslaught of inclement drought austerely tightened its pugnacious grip, The Moon might slowly and slowly lose all its resplendently milky shimmer; eventually succumbing like a diminutive mosquito; to the thunderously diabolical conglomerate of obnoxiously grey clouds, The soldier might slowly and slowly lose all his irrefutably dazzling integrity; uxoriously yielding the secrets of his motherland; in order to save his skin from hedonistically indescribable torture, The nightingale might slowly and slowly lose all its astoundingly mellifluous charisma; pathetically plummeting into an eternal slumber out of sheer tiredness; even as the atmosphere outside died a billion times every minute; without its golden voice, The mirror might slowly and slowly lose all its unequivocally righteous sparkle; shattering into an infinite pieces of grotesquely cacophonic distortion; 386

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at the slightest cry of the satanically rampaging devil, The fortress might slowly and slowly lose all its invincibly Herculean strength; obnoxiously crumbling like a pack of frigidly lugubrious cards; as its foundations inexplicably gave away, The sky might slowly and slowly lose all its beautifully iridescent effulgence; being horrifically adulterated by monotonously venomous spacecrafts and indiscriminately pulverizing missiles, The bones might slowly and slowly lose all their unflinchingly altruistic tenacity; eventually falling a lame prey to the vagaries of the maliciously parasitic and ruthlessly conventional society, The clocks might slowly and slowly lose all their meticulously fantastic essence of time; as the electric pace of maligned viciousness in the colossal planet today; insatiably overshadowed them with their bane, The clouds might slowly and slowly lose all their voluptuously tantalizing moisture; dreadfully vanishing into the corpses of insipidly fretful meaninglessness; as the blanket of panoramically fructifying green disappeared from the trajectory of this fathomless Universe, The conscience might slowly and slowly lose all its magnificently aristocratic armor of spell binding truth; to inevitably survive amidst the pack of vengefully marauding and manipulatively decrepit wolves, The nostril might slowly and slowly lose all its vivaciously exuberant breath; with the graveyards of truculently penalizing death perniciously creeping in from every conceivable side, But come what may; the doors of my passionately fulminating heart will always be open for you ; and even if I had to take an infinite births yet again; I will never lose even an evanescent iota of my patience; I will forever wait for you; you and till the time you make me your breath; forever make me only you….

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I’D DEFINITELY COMMIT SUICIDE I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was infertile; not able to bear my innocuously blissful progeny till the time she existed, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was preposterously maimed; with her severely mutilated feet; not even able to move an infinitesimally ethereal inch ahead, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was cannibalistically non-vegetarian; excoriating apart through impeccable sheep and chicken; to mollify her rapaciously thunderous gluttony, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was disgustingly dumb; not able to transcend past the boundaries of junior school; even after an infinite attempts, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was surreptitiously criminal; malevolently coalescing with atrociously vulgar smugglers; to catapult to unprecedentedly dizzy heights of stardom, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was stone deaf; not able to hear the most ferocious thunderballs of desperation emanating from her throat; wholesomely oblivious to the essence of sound, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was cold-bloodedly heartless; indiscriminately trampling over literally anything that came in her dogmatically tyrannical way, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was treacherously sullen faced; not culminating into the most ethereal of smile; even as the invincible mists of paradise were laid at her celestially nimble feet, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was obnoxiously prejudiced; salaciously trying to overtopple every entity beside her; to forever feel like the very best, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was horrifically cacophonic; shooing away even the most obsolete trace of life around her; the instant she opened her amorphously livid mouth, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she indefatigably hurled a gutter of invectives every unveiling second; at even the most holistic of entity 388

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for ostensibly no reason or rhyme, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she unceremoniously started to curse life; since the very first instant that she opened her snobbishly swollen eyes, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was egregiously enshrouded by a sea of disgruntling nonchalance; preferring to diabolically snore even in the most brilliantly fructifying of sunlight, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she smelt of acridly dilapidated feces all day and night; intractably refrained to take quintessential bath; as every other being in the civilization took, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she baselessly wailed every unfurling second; vicariously acted as if the entire planet castigated her with whiplashes of devilishness; while in actuality they perennially showered nothing buy symbiotic harmony, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she aimlessly loitered without the tiniest of mission in life; kept sky gazing for hours immemorial; while the rest of the planet galloped in unparalleled exuberance outside, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she sporadically broke into fits of maniacal depression and epilepsy sporadically; deliriously smashing even the most costliest object around her in her bouts of irascibly uncontrollable anger, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she sadistically taunted me on even the most triumphantly blazing step that I took; dismissing me like a non-existent speck of tawdrily threadbare dust from the top drawers of her memory, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was as diminutive as a miserably slavering rat in stature; going always unnoticed in the pragmatic marketplace of sensuously burgeoning human beings, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was morbidly blinded since the very first cry of her birth; not possessing the tenacity to alight even a single step; as the planet round her was nothing but a graveyard of heinously obfuscated darkness, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she her face was more hideously distorted than the cadaverously parasitic spirit; not a soul on this colossal Universe; could dare to come abreast of her demonically pulverizing countenance, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she 389

snored more ferociously than an ominously upbraiding panther; sordidly disrupting my every enchantingly celestial night; beyond the most unsurpassable limits, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she asphyxiated the very last breath out of my nimble body; just because I compassionately sequestered her from the most nefariously unbearable of maelstrom and torrential rain, But I’d definitely commit suicide that very instant I knew she was flagrantly infidel; merrily flirting and cavorting with boundless men behind my back; after wholeheartedly acknowledging that she loved none other but me on this fathomless planet; after bonding every beat of her heart; immortally with mine….

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JUST ONE GIRL There were an infinite fraternities of scents available to wonderfully mollify just one of my disdainfully agitated armpit; wholesomely transcend over the dreadfully preposterous stench emanating, There were an infinite shades of mascara available to stupendously enthrall just one of my obnoxiously beleaguered eyelash; engender it to marvelously outshine every maelstrom; tornado or the fiercest of inexorable rain, There were an infinite colors of lipstick available to fantastically embellish just one my fretfully grotesque lip; grant it the status of a gloriously uncrowned fairy; for centuries unprecedented, There were an infinite shapes of swords available to majestically brandish my just one of my disparagingly bereaved bone; make it feel like patriotically blazing and invincible warriors; even against the most acrimoniously cannibalistic of attack, There were an infinite synchronizations of music available to sensuously titillate just one of my hedonistically emaciated eardrum; replenish its compassionate hollows with the most unbelievably mellifluous and rhapsodically tantalizing sounds, There were an infinite textbooks of sagaciously perspicacious literature available to beautifully enlighten just one my horrendously illiterate senses; blissfully metamorphose even the most inconspicuous trace of lecherous nothingness in my soul; into a fountain of Omnipotent learning, There were an infinite varieties of exotically iridescent pearls available to handsomely adorn just one of the gorily sinister contours of my hapless neck; transform it into a royal queen’s necklace for as long as this planet existed, There were an infinite curvatures of sun-glass available to incredulously sequester just one of my truculently blood-shot eye; hypnotize it into a paradise of arcane seduction; even under the most savagely blistering rays of the sweltering mid-day Sun, There were an infinite forms of titillating wine available to liberate just one of my satanically incarcerated senses; foment me to uninhibitedly express my miserably lambasted inner self, 391

There were an infinite fabulous dreams available to profoundly rekindle my just one part of my hedonistically whipped mind; catapult me to a land more higher and handsome than unbelievably celestial paradise, There were an infinite scrumptious delicacies available to marvelously placate just one pang of rapaciously growling hunger in my stomach; making me feel as the most pricelessly contented organism on this Universe; after I consumed the same with untamed gusto, There were an infinite dials of luminously trendy watches available to regally adorn just one of my uncontrollably quavering wrist; enthrallingly binding it in the righteously punctilious definitions of discerning time, There were an infinite silhouettes of bewitchingly titillating vixens available to timelessly arouse just one cranny of my drearily despondent flesh; transport me into the corridors of Kingly cloud nine; for countless more births of mine, There were an infinite molds of aristocratic candles available to beautifully enlighten just one of my disparagingly dolorous and ignominiously slandering night; make me feel like the ultimate silken Moon shimmering brilliantly on the trajectory of boundless earth, There were an infinite cylinders of quintessentially artificial blood and breath available to Omnipotently reinvigorate just one of my horrendously dying form; bestow me upon with cardinal pints of divinely life, There were an infinite brands of astounding blades available to stringently scrap just one whisker of unceremoniously bedraggled beard from my cheeks; rendering them more immutably sparkling than the candidly scintillating mirrors, There were an infinite springs of redolent water available to bathe and amazingly quench just one element of my sordidly disheveled skin; annihilate even the most mercurial speck of unsolicited alien dirt from my disgustingly crumbling persona, There were an infinite types of state-of-the-art fabric available to compassionately embrace just one of my impoverishedly trembling caricature; impregnate in it the tenacity to face even the most wretchedly freezing of circumstance, Paradoxically; just one girl on this entire unending Universe; none other but just one girl out of 392

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countless girls symbiotically existing; was available; was enough to bless and insuperably bond with an infinite beats of my unsurpassably passionate and relentlessly wandering heart; for an infinite more births of mine…

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THE VERY 1ST ONE Never ever 1st at emolliently fructifying artistry; delinquently squandering countless sheets of brilliantly bonded paper; and vibrantly ecstatic paint, Never ever 1st at blissfully mellifluous whistling; preposterously bellowing like a rabid dog; instead of diffusing into stupendously mesmerizing music, Never ever 1st at adroitly cunning business; insanely hobbling into mists of utter meaninglessness; at even the very tiniest insinuation of dexterously prejudiced manipulation, Never ever 1st at insurmountably rapacious titillation; bizarrely floundering to be even a mercurial iota aroused; even as boundless tawdry seductresses danced in gay abandon all around, Never 1st at the inter-college competitions; disintegrating into an infinite particles of clammy nothingness; even before alighting a single foot on the star studded stage, Never ever 1st at ingeniously eclectic mimicry; not even able to remember the cadence of my very own voice; just an evanescent instant after I wholeheartedly spoke, Never ever 1st at exotically tantalizing dance; penuriously ending up licking deliriously rotten dust on the floor instead; as the entire world beautifully cavorted and flirted upon the same, Never ever 1st at fantastically enamoring magic; clumsily erasing every bit of line from my own palm; instead of marvelously portending the future of countless others instead, Never ever 1st at exuberantly adventurous mountain-climbing; sinking an infinite feet beneath my grave; the moment I tried to clamber up the very first jaggedly ebullient stone, Never ever 1st at spreading the essence of timeless humanity; as the instant I unfurled my mouth to lecture; indiscriminately communal racialism mercilessly perpetuated every echelon of the unsurpassably sensitive society, Never ever 1st at engendering people to uninhibitedly laugh; with the entire atmosphere breaking into oceans of hysterical tears; the instant I tried cracking one of my best mugged jokes, 394

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Never ever 1st at brilliantly outclassing my compatriots; being ruthlessly massacred into worthlessly inane ash; even before I could dream of venturing into intrepidly exhilarating territory, Never ever 1st at explicit elocutions and debates; egregiously shooing away every speck of audience infront of me; as I disdainfully stuck on the very first alphabet for hours immemorial, Never ever 1st at punctiliously synchronizing my surroundings; with the ambience around me always resembling a gutter of squalidly abhorrent and disgustingly rotten tomatoes, Never ever 1st at vociferously cheering my comrades; with even the most thunderously reverberating of my voice miserably stuttering to reach even the chamber of my sordid mouth; as the entire planet around me broke into unequivocally untamed celebration, Never ever 1st at replenishing my bones with luxury; as even before they holistically stretched themselves for the same; its silken caress was already gobbled in entirety by a bunch of parasites around, Never ever 1st at astoundingly memorizing; as unprecedented cloudbursts of impregnable sleep transcended over other conceivable speck in my brain; making me yawn till even after horizons of infinite infinity, Never ever 1st at taking quintessentially euphoric breath into my lungs; as I obnoxiously wavered and quavered in the race for “ Survival of the fittest”; wholesomely devoured by infinite organisms in near vicinity even before I could blow a single whistle, But the very 1st one in the boundlessly enchanting Universe who unassailably conquered every beat of your heart; the very 1st one on this planet who irrefutably captured you in the swirl of immortally endless romance; the very 1st one on this earth who took your magnificently philanthropic signature on every blood-drop of mine; was I; was I; and would for infinite more births I pray and by the grace of God; always be I….

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BELIEVABLE Unbelievable. Were her gorgeously embellished eyelashes; tantalizing even the most deadened of corpses; with their magnetically flirtatious and celestially nubile swirl, Unbelievable. Were her lusciously charismatic lips; weaving a tale of unsurpassably unceasing seduction; as they enthrallingly stroked even the most infinitesimal pore of my body, Unbelievable. Was her majestically unflinching stride; as she unassailably marched on the pathways of Omnipotent humanity; peerlessly facing even the most Herculean of Holocausts that dared came her way, Unbelievable. Was her incredulously mellifluous voice; perpetuating a wave of ubiquitously divine harmony; in even the most salaciously beleaguered ingredient of the atmosphere, Unbelievable. Was her blissfully redolent sweat; timelessly radiating the essence of truthfully insuperable perseverance; wonderfully coalesced with quintessentially sacrosanct yearning to euphorically surge forward in life, Unbelievable. Was her sensuously artistic nape; awakening me like a new-born infant from realms of my invincible sleep; as she magnetically swished it in the profoundly pearly moonlight, Unbelievable. Were her bounteously dangling ears; triggering infernos of unlimited desire as they royally fluttered; with the passionately untamed and ebullient breeze, Unbelievable. Were her intricately silken feet; regally purifying every speck of treacherously adulterated soil; that they fearlessly tread upon, Unbelievable. Were her synergistically emollient palms; perennially bonding with one and all alike; in the unassailable bond of pricelessly impeccable humanity, Unbelievable. Was her marvelously mollifying shadow; miraculously placating even the most disastrously delirious of my urges; with the balm of timelessly blessing friendship, Unbelievable. Was her uninhibitedly cavorting silhouette; as she tirelessly bounced like an angel descended from the heavens; on the aristocratically rain soaked hills, 396

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Unbelievable. Was her endlessly fantasizing brain; harnessing the most brilliantly fructifying of camaraderie; out of inconspicuously worthless and decaying bits of lackadaisical space, Unbelievable. Was her unfathomably titillating belly; as she brilliantly metamorphosed even the most inanely colorless liquid in my veins into poignantly crimson blood; with her enchanting midnight dance, Unbelievable. Were the immaculately twinkling whites of her eye; radiating an unending ocean of unconquerable honesty; even as unstoppable maelstroms of hell blended with raw soil, Unbelievable. Was the exhilaratingly rubicund tinge in her cheeks; perpetuating a cistern of never-ending freshness in every bit of fathomless sky and earth, Unbelievable. Was her infallibly unfettered attitude towards inexplicably arcane life; greeting even the most acridly satanic moment of her destined time; with wholeheartedly ecstatic enthusiasm, Unbelievable. Was her symbiotically fragrant breath; making me feel as impregnably triumphant and alive as I felt at the very first cry of my life; even when I was inevitably dying, Unbelievable. Was every of her perpetually bonding heartbeat; invincibly coalescing in wholesome entirety with the spirit of my impoverished existence; even though I was hiding infinite continents apart, But Believable. Dependable. Reliable. Was her Immortally heavenly love; whose godly scent had not only nurtured me so far in my life; but whose relentlessly sacred belief; whose Omnisciently proliferating timelessness; would forever let me live as the most pricelessly blessed organism; without an iota of disbelief and for infinite more births of mine…

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EVERY TIME I TOOK BREATH I remembered exotically scrumptious food; only when unceremoniously thunderous pangs of hunger reverberated louder than the apocalypses of hell; in my disdainfully impoverished stomach, I remembered stupendously reinvigorating bath; only when the squalidly distorted pores of my diminutive body; started to exude treacherously horrendous and grotesquely vituperative dirt, I remembered perennially golden droplets of rain; only when I felt every miserably beleaguered bone of my body; rotting in the dungeons of sadistically lambasting monotony, I remembered Omnipotently mellifluous voice; only when my ears felt brutally desolate; entrapped in a mortuary of estranged politics and salaciously pulverizing prejudice, I remembered unsurpassably titillating seductresses; only when each bizarrely emaciated pore of my skin; intransigently cried to be timelessly caressed; to be mollified to the most unprecedented limits; in the silken camouflage of the surreptitiously moonlit night, I remembered compassionately rhapsodic sheepskin and wool; only when mercilessly whipping snow pelting all around me; made me uncontrollably shiver till the very invisibly last bone of my spine, I remembered aristocratic mugs foaming with uninhibitedly euphoric beer and wine; only when I’d returned home blazingly triumphant; and in the midst of an everlasting fiesta with my kin and friends, I remembered vivaciously enthralling kites and gaudy strings; only when the breeze eternally blew in ebulliently gusty currents; and every gruesomely bereaved nerve in my palms rapaciously rared to soar in handsomely pristine sky, I remembered celestially fragrant sleep; only when the pressure on my drearily fatigued lids; seemed to be more crippling than the maelstroms of disgustingly penalizing hell, I remembered convivially never-ending boisterousness; only when ribald corpses of forlorn nothingness; 398

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invidiously asphyxiated me beyond the threshold of horrifically unbearable pain, I remembered ingratiatingly mesmerizing pearls and the best of exquisite jewelry; only when I surrendered myself like a relentlessly yearning bride; on my very first wedding night, I remembered the most morbidly appalling of invectives; only when someone stared lasciviously at the grace of my divinely invincible mother, I remembered the most gloriously fructifying moments of my truncated existence; only when I was about to abdicate the very last breath of my life; was about to inevitably die, I remembered to endlessly scratch; only when the inconspicuously pernicious battalion of mosquitoes; clandestinely attacked me on my robustly supple flesh, I remembered to unrelentingly cry; only when my near and dear kin and mates suffered the wrath of this acrimonious planet; whenever pricelessly everlasting humanity was manipulated like a worthless currency coin, I remembered to voluptuously whisper; only when the cisterns of sensuousness played hide and seek with my uncontrollably throbbing soul; in the merrily twinkling curtainspread of the emolliently jubilant midnight, I remembered to unflinchingly walk; only when the coffins of unemployment and gory meaninglessness; had commenced to indiscriminately squelch my bones after sucking the last iota of blood from my intricate veins, I remembered to victoriously breathe; only when the disastrously shrunken jacket of my lungs; was just about to plunge into the gorge of abysmally decrepit extinction, I remembered to patriotically brandish and blaze; only when the venomously hedonistic enemy camp; ruthlessly molested the Omnipresently sacred soil of my revered motherland, But I remembered you every time I took breath; I remembered you with even the most non-existent beat of my heart; I remembered you at every step that I alighted and slept; I remembered you every time my eyes unavoidably flashed themselves; I remembered you every unfurling instant of my life and an infinite births even after reaching the mists of heaven; O! Perpetual Beloved… 399

GRAVE PROBLEMS There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to bathe; scrupulously scrub every pore of your nimble skin; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to speak; vehemently inundate the silent granaries of the atmosphere with your obstreperously indignant voice; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to admire; tirelessly hum praises about Natures enthrallingly bountiful gifts; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to joke; sadistically tyrannize all those disparagingly suffering with your unceremoniously cacophonic guffaws; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to blaze; unflinchingly brandish the most supreme tips of swords on your belly; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to manipulate; astutely extract the optimum benefit from conceivably every echelon of the society; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to flirt; philander with ten titillating vixens at a single time; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to sleep; thunderously perpetuate the celestial air with your never-ending snores; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to wink; cavort beyond the realms of infinite infinity with alien seductresses; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to triumph; blisteringly gallop past the boundaries of castrated malice; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to eat; monstrously deluge the 400

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inexorably rapacious tank of your stomach with the most tantalizing of delicacies; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to innovate; intrepidly evolve a civilization of unfathomably fascinating intrigue; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to brush; punctiliously cleanse the periphery of your already scintillating teeth; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to astoundingly memorize; cram spell binding lines of literature and mathematics to the most unprecedented of your capacity; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to walk; mercilessly pulverize fathomless molecules of holistic mud as you marched; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to mesmerize; stupendously enchant every cranny of this Universe with your inborn talents; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to splurge; lasciviously proclaim your overwhelming affluence to the entire planet outside; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to drink wine; insatiably inebriate even the most ethereally oblivious of your senses with vivid elixirs; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to breathe; greedily trying to capture every speck of air in the atmosphere into your lungs; every once in 24 hours, But there were grave problems; infact there were the most treacherous apocalypses of extinction waiting to devour you; there were the most sinister hell’s of deceitful lies and preposterously decaying chicanery waiting to rip you apart into a countless pieces; if you didn’t love an infinite times in a single day; diffuse its Immortal essence to one and all of your kind; ubiquitously alike…

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THE IRRETRIEVABLE CULPRIT It was not the unbelievably long road that criminally tired you; the grain of nonchalantly sluggish sand in your dastardly shoe; was the quintessential culprit instead, It was not the fathomlessly endless sky that parasitically nonplussed you; the cloud of decrepit isolation in your fecklessly spurious brain; was the cardinal culprit instead, It was not the limitlessly sweltering desert that disdainfully charred you; the heat of treacherously pulverizing prejudice in your soul; was the dogmatic culprit instead, It was not the unfathomably towering mountain that entirely gobbled you; the slope of baselessly slavering fear in your bones; was the invidious culprit instead, It was not the inexhaustible wind of winter that disastrously squelched you; the chill of deathly isolation in every ingredient of your blood; was the irrevocable culprit instead, It was not brilliantly unending sunshine that tanned and perplexed you; the ray of worthless snobbishness in every of your stride; was the immutable culprit instead, It was not the boundless swirl of the ocean that preposterously drowned you; the salt of acrimoniously lecherous hatred in the dormitories of your conscience; was the vituperative culprit instead, It was not the unceasing graveyard that venomously jinxed you; the ghost of balderdash fear in your fretfully quavering persona; was the untamed culprit instead, It was not inexhaustibly overwhelming midnight that insidiously frightened you; the blackness of uxoriously insane insecurity infront of your eyes; was the massacring culprit instead, It was not continuously barren land that ludicrously withered you; the infertility of holistic expression enshrouding your countenance; was the intransigent culprit instead, It was not relentlessly vociferous storms that derogatorily uprooted you; the cataclysmically uncontrollable spirit of betrayal in your reflection; was the clandestine culprit instead, 402

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It was not the jet black fleet of cats that unstoppably cursed you; the meow-meow of sleazy superstition in every aspect of your existence; was the incarcerating culprit instead, It was not the unsurpassably arcane forest that defeated you; the wilderness of salaciously cannibalistic desire in your imagination; was the diabolical culprit instead, It was not the stupendously tall lavatory seat that shooed you; the stink of maniacally decrepit politics in each globule of your unceremonious sweat; was the barbarous culprit instead, It was not the indefatigably revolving ceiling fan which unsparingly excoriated you; the blades of depravingly sadistic chauvinism in the center of your chest; were the murderous culprit instead, It was not tirelessly diffusing sound that decimated you; the noise of deliriously obsessive idiosyncrasy radiating from every element of your conscience; was the notorious culprit instead, It was not inexorably patriotic war that swiped you; the battlefield of hedonistically decrepit corruption on which you stupidly transgressed; was the surreptitious culprit instead, It was not timelessly unfurling life which crippled you; the breath of untruthfully tyrannical deceit emanating from your beleaguered nostrils; was the cowardly culprit, And it was not fathomlessly never-ending love that lethally melted you; the beat of maliciously profane betrayal lingering in your vindictively bellicose heart; was the irretrievable culprit instead…

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STOP To stop the raucously speeding train; all you needed to do was to pull the stringently wound up chain, To stop the uncontrollably advancing river; all you needed to do was to close the impregnably stolid gates of the dam; to the maximum of their capacity, To stop the disastrously scorching desert of acrimonious sands; all you needed to do was to sprinkle a bountiful cistern of tantalizing water; under the roof of the celestially fathomless sky, To stop the menacingly growling lion; all you needed to do was to place a playground full of blood red meat; right infront of his salaciously rapacious and gruesomely squandering eyes, To stop the rebelliously augmenting avalanche; all you needed to do was to place a lackadaisically flat and inanely nimble road; at the rock bottom of the perilously diabolical hill, To stop the watch from tirelessly tick-tocking; all you needed to do was to austerely remove its pair of punctiliously revolving needles; forever and ever and ever, To stop the ferociously slapping seawaves; all you needed to do was to put a chain of unsurpassably regale rocks in their way; as they rose high and handsome to a triumphantly ultimate crescendo, To stop the demonically cold-blooded criminal; all you needed to do was to metamorphose even the most infinitesimal trace of vengeance in his brutally estranged conscience into a gorge of compassionately unparalleled love, To stop the venomously hissing and satanic snake; all you needed to do was to let loose the astoundingly fleet footed mongoose upon him; like a trice of white lightening diffusing from crimson sky, To stop the viciously swerving car; all you needed to do was to sagaciously compress its pair of twin brakes; to the most unprecedented of your body capacity, To stop the unsavory traitors and beguiling enemy; all you needed to do was to transcend over every aspect of their disparagingly treacherous identity; with the mantra of unflinchingly fearless righteousness, To stop the parasites from unstoppably wailing; all you needed to do was to place them in a mortuary of 404

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ghoulishly fretful and perfidiously rotting skeletons, To stop destructively advancing technology; all you needed to do was to transport the uncouthly marauding devils; into the sacrosanct lap’s of their heavenly mothers, To stop lecherously lazy sleep; all you needed to do was to keep your eyes wide open solely towards the most symbiotically benign mission of your diminutively impoverished life, To stop unceremoniously devilish stench; all you needed to do was to inclemently usurp every bit of its disgruntled persona with the fragrance of priceless humanity; even before it could arise, To stop indiscriminately squelching torture; all you needed to do was to ubiquitously apply the balm of philanthropically miraculous empathy and untainted brotherhood, To stop the freshly born and inexhaustibly weeping infant; all you needed to do was to feed in its mother’s eternally mollifying breast, To stop gorily crucifying death; all you needed to do was to perpetually continue god’s chapter of blessed procreation; proliferate into infinite more of your humble kind, And to stop the perennially overflowing heart; all you needed to do was to find another heart with whom its beats uninhibitedly bonded; and then remained united as the apogee of altruistic companionship; for countless more births to come…

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A DEATH MORE TREACHEROUS Till the time you told the mountain to invincibly defend; it felt as if the most pricelessly blessed entity on this fathomlessly enamoring planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a civilization of manipulatively estranged and decrepit politicians; it died a death more treacherous than what the most insidiously ghastliest of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the sea to tantalizingly undulate; it felt as if the most euphorically fascinating entity on this bountifully exhilarating planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a boundlessly sweltering desert; it died a death more diabolical than what the most treacherously torturous of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the star to resplendently twinkle; it felt as if the most blissfully unconquerable entity on this timelessly endowing planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a whirlpool of relentlessly blistering heat; it died a death more morbid than what the most satanically shriveled of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the rose to eternally disseminate royal scent; it felt as if the most poignantly mollified entity on this fathomlessly burgeoning planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a monotonously concrete jungle of bricks; it died a death more sordid than what the most parasitically cannibalistic of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the dog to cacophonically bark; it felt as if the most miraculously mitigated entity on this unbelievably limitless planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a mellifluously voluptuous nightingale; it died a death more hedonistic than what the most demonically truculent of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the soldier to patriotically blaze; he felt as if the most divinely ameliorated entity on this wonderfully enigmatic planet, But the instant you dictated him to metamorphose into cisterns of languidly squandering sleep; he died a death more savage than what the most perfidiously 406

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rampaging of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the mother to altruistically feed; she felt as if the most Omnipotently insuperable entity on this boundlessly exotic planet, But the instant you dictated her to metamorphose into tawdrily lackadaisical damsel; she died a death more horrific than what the most devastatingly indiscriminate of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the eye to panoramically sight; it felt as if the most sensuously placated entity on this regally entrancing planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into venomously paralyzing blindness; it died a death more pathetic than what the most barbarously terrorizing of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the conscience to irrefutably diffuse the wave of ubiquitously undaunted truth; it felt as if the most triumphantly ebullient entity on this limitlessly eclectic planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a corpse of gorily crucifying and squalidly debilitating lies; it died a death more remorseful than what the most lecherously unworthy of death; could ever perceive to be.. Till the time you told the nostril to inhale uninhibited air; it felt as if the most blessedly emollient entity on this timelessly enchanting planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into lifelessly amorphous skeleton; it died a death more deplorable than what the most pugnaciously rancid of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the dew-drop to fantastically mesmerize; it felt as if the most unsurpassably kingly entity on this unfathomably majestic planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into uncouthly chauvinistic blood; it died a death more sadistic that what the most deliriously lambasting of death; could ever perceive to be… And till the time you told the heart to immortally love and let live; it felt as if the most perpetually undefeatable entity on this beautifully redolent planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a mortuary of forlornly cursed betrayal; it died a death more insane than what the most raunchily threadbare of death; could ever perceive to be…

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DEAD BEYOND DESCRIPTION Dead beyond description are those living eyes; which tirelessly harbor the swords of indiscriminately terrorizing hatred and satanic prejudice, Dead beyond description are those living ears; which rapaciously yearn to hear the brutally asphyxiated cries of the pricelessly innocent; every unfurling minute of the day as well as in the ingredients of blackened night, Dead beyond description are those living lips; which remain as frozen as heartlessly white ice; even as enchantingly golden rays of the blazing Sun; compassionately embraced every organism on earth; handsomely alike, Dead beyond description are those living feet; which ludicrously rot in the corpses of cowardice; even as the earth on which they tread was being unsparingly molested by hedonistically torturous traitors of mankind, Dead beyond description are those living fingers; which mercilessly strangulate the divinely silhouette of newborn life; in order to reign spuriously supreme for an infinite more non-existent lifetimes, Dead beyond description are those living teeth; which barbarously pulverize wonderfully evolving life of the womb; on the sadistic pretext of it not belonging to their vindictively castigating religion, Dead beyond description are those living veins; which salaciously betray even the most perpetually bonding of relationships; for just an infinitesimally tawdry bundle of feckless currency notes, Dead beyond description are those living shoulders; which listlessly while away every blessed moment of their existence; carrying the coffins of unsurpassably massacring lies, Dead beyond description are those living eyelids; which bat down in due obeisance to the world of anarchically decrepit corruption and the mortuary of wickedly wastrel politics, Dead beyond description are those living shadows; which devilishly pretend as parasitically delinquent ghosts; scurrilously scaring holistically breathing mankind without any ostensible reason or rhyme, Dead beyond description are those living nails; which diabolically erase every effulgently mesmerizing 408

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destiny line of the palm; with insidiously traumatizing slavery of the most unprecedented degree, Dead beyond description are those living cheeks; which metamorphose into fretfully lackadaisical and amorphously decaying skeletons; even when embraced by the most perennially coalescing of camaraderie, Dead beyond description are those living intestines; which solely feast on other’s happiness; menacingly waiting their moment to devour every trace of unparalleled ebullience into the unforgiving pyre of murderous hell, Dead beyond description are those living nostrils; which waft venomously pugnacious blood; endlessly wanting to curse even the most mercurial speck of civilization with worthless insanity and ominously castigated malice, Dead beyond description are those living tongues; which relentlessly wail for the cause of vituperatively bawdy injustice; egregiously marauding the fabric of eternally resplendent truth from every conceivable side, Dead beyond description are those living skins; which are unimaginably numb to even the most effusively heart-rendering cries of whipped humanity; celebrating till fathomless heights above the heavens even as the closest of their kin evaporated, Dead beyond description are those living souls; which unrelentingly foster the spirit of cannibalistic war and rampant bloodshed; uncouthly baying for their compatriot’s blood; even when the Creator afforded them with a majestic survival to thrive, Dead beyond description are those living arms; which intransigently dig graves of malevolently treacherous fanaticism all day; instead of gloriously perspiring under the Omnipotently golden Sun, And dead beyond description are those living hearts; which throb unceasingly and till the very end of their destined times all right; but from whom culminated only the beats of savagely slandering betrayal; in whom there resided nothing but vultures of emotionless hell…

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SOLELY MINE I insatiably loved the fragrance of the ingratiatingly ebullient rose; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my diminutively penurious kind, I ardently loved the euphorically uninhibited chirp of the celestial nightingale; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my treacherously tottering kind, I insurmountably loved the mystically inscrutable rustle of the vivid forests; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my disastrously staggering kind, I unsurpassably loved the effulgently undulating waves of the untamed sea; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my ethereally obsolete kind, I limitlessly loved the unflinchingly blazing patriotism of the peerless soldiers; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my remotely disappearing kind, I eternally loved the corridors of resplendently untainted and majestic paradise; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my preposterously slavering kind, I unconditionally loved the first showers of Omnipotently mitigating rain; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my horrifically thirsty kind, I tirelessly loved the vivaciously effervescent rainbow in fathomless sky; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my monotonously decrepit kind, I relentlessly loved the indomitably towering apogees of the intrepidly glorious mountain; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my ludicrously dastardly kind, I irrevocably loved the Omnisciently nascent sparkle of victorious dawn; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my abjectly depressed kind, I immutably loved the quintessentially heavenly droplets of the 410

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sacrosanct cow’s milk; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my vindictively diseased kind, I intransigently loved the blissfully cavorting terrain of the pristine countryside; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my remorsefully subservient kind, I endlessly loved the impeccably shimmering stars in the heart of blackened midnight; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my dreadfully decaying kind, I unconquerably loved even the tiniest innuendo’s of magnificently burgeoning freshness and innovation; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my manipulatively usurped kind, I selflessly loved all those horrendously bereaved and torturously lambasted; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my mercurial Samaritan kind, I irretrievably loved the timelessly panoramic valleys and their exhilarating echoes; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my brutally emaciated kind, I unequivocally loved the fabulously unfettered birds royally soaring in the cosmos; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my unceremoniously incarcerated kind, I unfathomably loved Medieval heritage and anecdotes of handsome Kinsmanship; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my surreally discovering kind, I intractably loved irrefutably righteous breath; happiness and perennially bestowing life; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my boundlessly greedy kind, And I immortally loved the redolently blossoming girl next door; but although after realizing an instant later that the same was also loved as much; by an infinite more of my forlornly isolated kind; I could for the first time in my life see that the love wonderfully spawning in each beat of 411

her unassailable heart was solely for me; wanted to insuperably imprison only me; was forever of none other xyz’s but solely mine…

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AT YOUR GODLY FEET Profusely embracing the resplendently glistening stars; perpetually feasting in the inimitably unparalleled glory for times immemorial, Uninhibitedly embracing the fathomlessly blessing skies; letting the exuberantly romantic clouds weave valleys of exhilaration in every bereaved cranny of my diminutive body, Timelessly embracing the panoramically sensuous meadows; endlessly cavorting with the beautifully golden dewdrops; for centuries unprecedented even after my very last breath, Irrevocably embracing the magically rejuvenating waterfalls; astoundingly blending each of my deliriously deranged nerves with stupendously unsurpassable ecstasy, Unassailably embracing the slopes of immaculately mollifying ice; bestowing Omnipotent reprieve to my brutally scorched and pathetically sweltering senses, Unceasingly embracing opulently inebriating majesty; letting the fabric of silken royalty evolve me into a civilization of magnificently unlimited charisma, Unstoppably embracing inscrutably tantalizing forests; tirelessly frolicking in the ravishingly euphoric entrenchment of bountifully untainted wilderness, Unlimitedly embracing peerlessly brilliant rays of the Omnipresent Sun; beautifully enlightening every flagrantly blackened arena of my life with the rays of undefeatedly ebullient optimism, Immutably embracing ubiquitously egalitarian humanity; melanging even the most infinitesimal ingredient of my crimson blood with the perpetually emollient religion of pricelessly unconquerable mankind, Entirely embracing marvelously amber hives of innocuous honey; slowly slurping the miraculously heavenly sweetness till an infinite unfettered births of mine, Indomitably embracing unflinchingly altruistic patriotism; proudly brandishing every cranny of my penurious countenance; with the armor of honesty to forever serve my motherland, Unfathomably embracing Omnisciently transcending tranquility; mitigating even the most ethereal speck of my monotonously decrepit persona; with the mists of eternally placating solitude, 413

Irretrievably embracing uncannily tingling smog’s; letting the inexplicably unknown fantastically perpetuate into my manipulatively commercial and torturously turgid soul, Unprecedentedly embracing the celestially pelting globules of silvery rain; letting every trajectory of my emaciated flesh; effulgently sparkle with the ultimate blessings of Omniscient Almighty God, Intransigently embracing the caverns of fabulously blooming seduction; galloping through the lanes of unhindered mischief; with countless triumphantly nubile maidens by my impoverished side, Unrestrictedly embracing the songs of everlastingly regale unity; coalescing every conceivable beat of my existence with the spirit of invincibly compassionate camaraderie, Victoriously embracing benign goodness in its every construable form; unequivocally enabling the oceans of selflessness to majestically diffuse from each pore of my magnanimously blessed silhouette, Impregnably embracing quintessentially radiant breath; wonderfully letting whirlpools of charismatically free air; drift into my ephemerally asphyxiating nostrils, Immortally embracing the chapters of unconquerable love; embossing their unshakable signature upon every beat of my unrelentingly throbbing heart, But forever and ever and ever at your Omnipotent toes; leading each aspect of my destined life as well as abnegating the very last trace of air in my disdainfully stuttering lungs; solely at your Godly feet O! Divinely Beloved; O! Pristinely Priceless Beloved…

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FOREVER IN LOVE Once a failure; not necessary that always a gorily disoriented failure; being lambasted in the aisles of horrendous nothingness, Once a loss; not necessary that always a hideously unsavory loss; crucifying you beyond the realms of pricelessly impregnable existence, Once an abusing; not necessary that always a derogatorily unceremonious abusing; brutally kicking you like an infinitesimally frigid matchstick; towards the coffins of morbid hell, Once an isolation; not necessary that always a remorsefully dastardly isolation; abjectly obfuscating you from the quintessentially glorious fabric of the symbiotic planet outside, Once a sidelining; not necessary that always a preposterously delinquent sidelining; incarcerating you in chains of disastrously ominous despair while the entire earth uninhibitedly freaked outside, Once a torture; not necessary that always a sadistically cacophonic torture; making every unfurling instant of your fantastically embellished existence worse than a countless hapless deaths, Once a betrayal; not necessary that always a fretfully tyrannizing betrayal; burying you wholesomely alive in the parasitically decaying grave, Once a criminal; not necessary that always a vindictively insane criminal; cadaverously perpetuating into the sky of fathomlessly invincible truth, Once a cannibalistic; not necessary that always a turgidly decrepit cannibalistic; ruthlessly excoriating apart innocuously celestial flesh; into a boundless bits of inconspicuous oblivion, Once a backbencher; not necessary that always a lugubriously inane backbencher; unsurpassably yawning in indolent ignominy while the earth burgeoned into a spell bindingly golden tomorrow, Once a tail; not necessary that always an egregiously shy tail; curled a limitless kilometers inside the legs; at even the most ethereal innuendo of enchanting thunder, Once a laggard; not necessary that always a licentiously heinous laggard; slavering like a salacious leech at every aspect of inscrutably 415

resplendent life, Once an unemployed; not necessary that always a fragrantly baseless unemployed; nonchalantly staring into lackadaisical bits of skull-less space for hours immemorial, Once a corpse; not necessary that always a treacherously ghoulish corpse; fecklessly quavering in the mortuaries of intransigently endless and dismally asphyxiating despair, Once a stone; not necessary that always an languidly lackluster stone; crumbling in lecherously dumb silence till the last puff of enchantingly iridescent life, Once a curmudgeon; not necessary that always a scornfully wailing curmudgeon; irrevocably tossing and turning in uncontrollably maniacal frustration and clamminess, Once an impotent; not necessary that always a vituperatively laconic impotent; squelching the brakes of the perfidiously whipping devil upon the Omnipotent Lord’s chapters of; unbelievably blessing creation, Once a teardrop; not necessary that always a banefully agonizing teardrop; carnivorously circumscribed by a gutter of misery throughout every unleashing moment of fantastically effulgent life, But once in love; means forever and ever and ever embracing its immortally altruistic swirl; means forever and ever and ever letting the winds of its magically mitigating goodness caress your impoverished soul; means forever and ever and ever existing as the most priceless organism ever alive; means forever and ever and ever and for an fathomless more births of yours; always in LOVE….

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STILL SEARCHING FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE Her views for me; were like the reproachful views of the hideously cold-blooded snake; for the swiftly articulate and timelessly boisterous mongoose, Her views for me; were like the cannibalistic views of the gorily invidious gutter; for the valley of enchantingly mesmerizing cleanliness, Her views for me; were like the acrid views of the vindictively emaciating desert’ for the untamed cloudbursts of relentlessly blessing and celestially mollifying rain, Her views for me; were like the pugnaciously indescribable views of treacherous blood; for the Omnipotently endowing rays of the majestically unassailable and righteous Sun, Her views for me; were like the unceremonious views of the lazily wastrel tortoise; for the indefatigably tick-tocking arms of the punctiliously infallible clock, Her views for me; were like the ghastly views of salaciously asphyxiating terrorism; for the mists of symbiotically ecstatic and vivaciously effulgent happiness, Her views for me; were like the parasitic views of horrifically crippling blackness; for the brilliantly unfettered and unconquerably blazing day, Her views for me; were like the malevolent views of the satanically abominable cockroach; for the unsurpassably ebullient redolence of the tantalizingly fresh rose, Her views for me; were like the prejudiced views of the fecklessly dumb stone; for the insuperably regale strings of the uninhibitedly soaring kite, Her views for me; were like the inconsolable views of the amorphously terrorizing corpse; for the chapters of marvelously benevolent and inimitably unparalleled life, Her views for me; were like the ribald views of acrimoniously strangulating venom; for the impeccably wonderful and quintessentially fortifying cow’s milk, Her views for me; were like the rabid views of the inanely dastardly ghost; for the limitless civilization of euphorically chirping living beings, Her views for me; were like the tawdry views of intolerably squelched infertility; for the skies of 417

boundlessly enthralling and invincibly enlightening procreation, Her views for me; were like the slandering views of the diabolically corrupt politicians; for the irrefutably glorious and altruistically truthful man, Her views for me; were like the vengeful views of nonchalantly drugged perspiration; for the unflinchingly peerless and perennially fructifying sword of patriotism, Her views for me; were like the heinous views of dogmatically incarcerating glue; for the explicitly emollient mirror of perpetually radiating truth, Her views for me; were the like derogatory views of insidiously crucifying betrayal; for the heart of immortally glorifying and magnanimously blessing love, Her views for me; were like the chauvinistic views of the manipulatively mechanized robots; for the fathomless cornucopia of God’s astoundingly created emotionally responsive organisms, And though we had been forcefully married for a countless lifetimes; and within the devoutly conventional norms of the tyrannically whipping world outside; she was nothing else than my incessantly cursing and fault-finding wife; while remember O! adorably nubile maidens outside; that I was still resplendently young and searching for the true love of my life !!!!!!

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BLESSEDLY IMMORTAL If you stretched the already magnanimously inflated balloon beyond a point; it would vindictively burst; perpetuating the incredibly celestial atmosphere with unrelentingly thunderous gasps and treacherously cacophonic moans, If you stretched the already fathomlessly roaring ocean beyond a point; it would ominously drown quintessentially breathing trajectories of civilization in mortuaries of salt and extravagant froth, If you stretched the already boundlessly sweltering desert beyond a point; they would acrimoniously scorch the fabric of compassionately moistened existence; into inanely threadbare ash, If you stretched the already mercilessly overworked body beyond a point; it would traumatically disintegrate into graveyards of treacherously evaporating nothingness, If you stretched the already fantastically discovering artist beyond a point; he would lamely surrender the unsurpassably endless creative energies of his brain to the doldrums of disparagingly lecherous commercialism, If you stretched the already vividly iridescent rainbow beyond a point; it would ludicrously distort into a pit of amorphously decrepit meaninglessness, If you stretched the already patriotically blazing soldier beyond a point; he would lugubriously collapse to blend with lackluster worthlessness; instead of peerlessly marching for his insurmountably sacrosanct mother soil, If you stretched the already magnanimously milking cow beyond a point; it would start to ooze torturously flagrant blood and worthless water; instead of diffusing into a cistern of inimitably unparalleled milk, If you stretched the already tirelessly ticking clock beyond a point; it would abruptly cease to function; miserably staggering in the hell of inexplicably maniacal insecurity, If you stretched the already ferociously roaring lion beyond a point; it would vituperatively vomit out the most scrumptiously tantalizing of its prey; in utterly unbearable frustration, 419

If you stretched the already spellbindingly blossoming tree beyond a point; it would abhorrently diffuse the stench of bizarre rottenness; nonchalantly shedding its fruit by the dozen; instead of evolving into a heaven of glorious freshness, If you stretched the already wholesomely blackened night beyond a point; it would waft nothing else but a maelstrom of despairingly penalizing misery; in every symbiotically living organism alike, If you stretched the already rhapsodically mellifluous nightingale beyond a point; it would culminate into nothing else but dolorously beleaguered cacophony for an infinite more moments yet to unveil, If you stretched the already earnestly perspiring body beyond a point; it would resort to a plethora of shortcuts to thrive ensure its survival as the fittest; amongst the devilishly cannibalistic pack of wolves, If you stretched the already intransigently flaming candle beyond a point; it would insipidly melt into a pool of capriciously wanton wax; repulsively shirking away from even the most mercurial trace of light, If you stretched the already unfathomably embellished castle beyond a point; it would belligerently transform into a corpse of satanically monotonous boredom and inexorable hopelessness, If you stretched the already beautifully ripened mango beyond a point; it would raucously excoriate apart into a countless bits of meaningless pulp; tirelessly cursing the stupidly bizarre environment around, If you stretched the already smiling face beyond a point; it would luridly dissolve into livid prejudice; spreading nothing but preposterously castigating enmity around, It you stretched the already irrefutably righteous conscience beyond a point; it would inadvertently make way for a hurricane of hideously derogatory lies, But if you stretched the already handsomely breathing spirit of love beyond a point; it would altruistically envelop countless more in its compassionately godly swirl; it would become a cascade of perennial enlightenment for every organism symbiotically existing; it would unconquerably metamorphose even the most evanescent iota of pain into a fountain of resplendently blessed happiness; it would forever and ever and ever become BLESSEDLY IMMORTAL…

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WITHOUT MY PRICELESS BELOVED The Sun outside was flaming; blistering into infinite shades of grandiloquent crimson as the clouds drifted by, Yet the interiors of my dwelling were engulfed by a perpetual darkness; the most minuscule shimmer irrevocably refusing to enter; without my priceless beloved…. The trees outside swayed exuberantly; as the vivaciously exotic storm descended full throttle upon the dolorously gloomy atmosphere, Yet the rooms of my dwelling were flooded with satanic globules of blood; and time catapulted back instead of ticking forward; without my priceless beloved…. The stars in the sky outside twinkled to the most unprecedented glow; illuminating every alley of the fathomless planet with profusely enchanting songs of romance, Yet each wall of my dwelling wept tears of untamed sorrow; a ghastly solitude entrenched the handsome backdrop of furniture; traumatized by the absence of my priceless beloved…. The wind outside titillated itself to the most unfathomable horizons of heaven; as cloudbursts of sparkling rain tumbled rhapsodically from the sky, Yet the windows of my dwelling intransigently refrained from opening; sulking in the realms of profound boredom; without my priceless beloved… The peacocks outside on the grass danced to their ultimate hearts content; blossoming their feathers into an incredulous festoon of gorgeously vivid color, Yet there was unsurpassable boredom in my dwelling; with an eerie wave of silence cascading till the last bone down my spine; without my priceless beloved…. The panthers outside in the jungle gallivanted majestically up the hills; with a crown of marvelous glittering royally on their heads, Yet there was a cloud of barbaric death loitering in every corner of my dwelling; my tongue abdicated to speak even my very own name; without my priceless beloved…. The planet outside brimmed with overwhelming activity; as the wails of boundless newly born stole the hearts of the most treacherously diabolical wandering around, 421

Yet the floors of my dwelling culminated into a horrendously pugnacious fragrance; with even the parasitic fleet of mosquitoes not interested in sucking blood; as they inevitably missed my priceless beloved… The battalion of soldiers outside marched invincibly forward for their country; with an immortal spirit of glorious matrydom poignantly diffusing from their eyes, Yet the shadows inside my dwelling immutably refused to subside; lengthening their sinister cover even under the most dazzling of daylight; as they waited in anticipation for my priceless beloved… And the world outside spawned into a new beginning as each day transcended over the resplendent night; with the prolific winds of change taking an optimistic stranglehold on the brutality of the previous day, Yet the oligarchic space of my dwelling kept crawling towards an inevitable blackness; kept dying the most heinous death in a mist of fading oblivion; without my priceless beloved….

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ONE STEP FORWARD When I took one step forward towards the Sun; I fell back like thunderbolts of lightening; charred to an inconspicuous speck in the swirl of its stringently sizzling rays, When I took one step forward towards the Moon; I transited into a stupendously ravishing reverie in its profound shimmer; staggering inevitably towards realms of inevitable unconsciousness, When I took one step forward towards the volcano; I wafted into infinitesimal corridors of remote oblivion; thoroughly whipped by its gruesomely fulminating aura, When I took one step forward towards the well; I abruptly found myself engulfed by a fleet of hostile crocodile; the diabolically forlorn waters trying to strangulate my body from all sides, When I took one step forward towards the mirage; I soon realized I had been horrendously tricked; and all that I was able to capsize was sultry currents of sweltering blank atmosphere, When I took one step forward towards the thorn; I pierced the intricately rubicund skin of my foot; and a stream of crimson blood began to profusely ooze from my despairing caricature, When I took one step forward towards the ghost; I was encapsulated by a severely debilitating fever; with a wave of inexplicable disease lingering incessantly around my innocuous persona, When I took one step forward towards the dinosaur; he pulverized me till my last bone had blended wholesomely with soil; blowing my existence forever from this planet; like bristles of the broomstick, When I took one step forward towards sinking sand; I felt myself plummeting down towards the innermost belly of satanic mud; before even I had time to speak; the names of whom I overwhelmingly loved, When I took one step forward towards the waves; I inadvertently stumbled into the tumultuously violent storm; and soon witnessed the menacing jaws of shark marching down my throat, When I took one step forward towards the rainbow; I 423

found myself so profoundly entrenched by an infinite myriad of colors; that I almost forgot my original identity in pragmatic life, When I took one step forward towards the shattered glass; I glimpsed all contours of my countenance distorted hideously beyond the realms of ugliness; propelling me to swoon on the ground in sheer disbelief, When I took one step forward towards the evening; I discovered nothing but morbid darkness; and an uncouthly eerie silence that confronted me; in whichever direction I transgressed, When I took one step forward towards treacherous lies; after a while I found myself so pathetically entangled by the blanket of heinous lechery; that I even forgot the pronounce my name correctly, When I took one step forward towards the serpents den; the blood in my veins froze in its very roots; as the venomous monster slapped me viciously with its mystical tongue, When I took one step forward towards the ant; the diminutive parasite suddenly coalesced with infinite more of its kind; metamorphosed the skin of my cheeks into a perpetual crimson; making my head bow down before my teacher in shame, When I took one step forward towards the whispering leaves; each part of my visage was inundated with unfathomable frustration; as I simply couldn’t make head or tail of the message they were trying to convey, When I took one step forward towards the grave; I rebounded back countless feet in fraction seconds; as the unbearable agony of seeing my loved ones buried; made me relinquish all traces of life, While when I took one step forward towards my beloved; it was for the first time that each step of mine transformed into boundless more; and I kept marching with an invincible conviction; chanting the virtue of immortal love; till the last breath from my body flowed….

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HOW CAN I EVER LOVE ?? How can I ever hear anybody else's voice; when infact I have wholesomely surrendered all my power of hearing to your enchanting melody, when infact I sighted my face in your eyes; indefatigably all day and night, How can I ever emulate anybody else's movements; when infact I irrevocably followed your intricate footsteps; right since the time I uttered my first cry, How can I ever sketch anybody else's countenance; when I had immortally embossed your sacrosanct visage in the inner most arena of my chest, How can I ever embrace anybody else's body; when infact I was an indispensable part of your every majestically royal caress, How can I ever dream about anybody else's reflection; when infact I floated in the swirl of your stupendously passionate and charismatic breath, How can I ever smile for anybody else's looks; when infact you were perennially perched all over the contours of my rubicund lips, How can I ever wait for anybody else to arrive; when infact your incredulously enamoring footprints were all that I could recognize, How can I ever kiss anybody else's cheeks; when infact your sacrosanct body was all that I took breath for, How can I ever frolic with anybody else's hair; when infact I was each minuscule portion; which entirely encapsulated your magnanimous forehead, How can I ever write poetry for anybody else's life; when infact you were poignantly present in every alphabet that unfolded from my tongue and hands, How can I ever hoist anybody else's belongings; when infact your intriguingly innocuous visage clung compassionately to my shoulders since decades immemorial, How can I ever cry for anybody else's absence; when infact my eyes had forgotten to flutter beside your impeccably startling persona, How can I ever yearn for anybody else's presence; when infact even the most infinitesimal globule of your golden perspiration; meant to me more than my life, How can I talk with anybody else's face; when infact I 425

was left dumbfounded forever witnessing your ravishingly Omnipotent grace, How can I ever sing about anybody else's demeanor; when infact your name was all that diffused like thunderbolts of volatile lightening; whenever I made the most inconspicuous of effort to open my lips, How can I ever breathe; in anybody else's anticipation; when infact your mesmerizing benevolence was all that unrelentingly flowed through my jacket of tenderly handsome lungs, How can I ever live for anybody else's whim and fancies; when infact I was the blood which transgressed through your veins; as the Sun flamed and faded the unfathomable expanse of blue sky, And how can I ever love anybody else's body; when infact your incomprehensible beauty poured out from each of my heart beat; metamorphosing each portion of earth it cascaded on; into a celestial paradise…..

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PRICELESS LOVE Drink it; or become a droplet of its enchantingly golden wave, Climb it; or become a rock of its fabulously mesmerizing slope, Admire it; or become a jewel of its philanthropically magnanimous beauty, Whisper it; or become an echo of its ubiquitously spreading poignant aroma, Follow it; or become a footprint of its seductively enigmatic trail, Worship it; or become an idol of its invincibly immortal blessings, Feel it; or become an entrenchment of its voluptuously satiny and profoundly magnetic caress, Succumb to it; or become the ethereal contours of its majestically enlightening shadow, Philander with it; or become the winds of its ravishingly exhilarated and unconquerable journey, Dream it; or become a cloud of its beautifully everlasting fantasy, Preach it; or become a chapter of its divinely sacrosanct and perpetually fragrant philosophies, Proliferate it; or become a molecule of its perennially multiplying creation, Relish it; or become a comrade of its tantalizingly euphoric countenance, Dance with it; or become the rhythm of its never ending infinite beats, Embrace it; or become the shyness of its unrelentingly bonding caress, Smile at it; or become the lips of its exuberantly tingling and rhapsodic laughter, Consecrate it; or become a grandiloquent bell in its irrefutably sacred shrine, Sacrifice for it; or become the ideal of its unflinching undefeated convictions, Breath it; or become a minuscule draught of its stupendously Omnipotent air, And live it; or live for its unfathomable Godly spirit; and remember it till the last time you ever saw this planet; and even centuries thereafter; as PRICELESS LOVE….. 427

WITH THE BLESSINGS OF ALMIGHTY GOD We met on the boisterously bustling traffic streets; casting an evanescent glimpse amidst the juggernaut of bulky truck and traffic, We flirted on the profusely foliated tree tops; winking at each other to the most unprecedented of our hearts content, We stared unrelentingly under the creamy moon; trying to decipher our destinies sandwiched within the sparkling whites of our eye, We flaunted our majestically robust skins under the dazzling Sun; basking in the flamboyant glory of its festoon of magnificently enchanting rays, We fantasized to realms beyond fathomless eternity; tossing ardently on the astronomical summit of the gigantic mountain, We shouted till the last breath down our lungs; profoundly relishing the mystically enticing voice which reverberated past boundless continents; after clashing against the gregarious rocks, We merrily munched through a conglomerate of tantalizing fruit; sitting beside the rambunctiously quacking ducks in the farm, We bathed indefatigably in the seductively dribbling gorgeous waterfall; profusely enjoying it every unleashing minute; as reinvigorating pints of liquid gushed past our skins, We danced rhapsodically in the heart of the jungle; gyrating exuberantly to the vivacious rustling of the leaves; the royally spell binding tunes of the nightingale, We kissed in the aisles of insatiably augmenting passion; engulfing our shivering flesh with compassionate blankets of breath, We chased each other through the incomprehensible labyrinth of enigmatic tunnels; squealing like new born infants as the blackness took a vindictive stranglehold of the light, We euphorically pulled our hair in the poignantly undulating sea; inundating our limp bodies with tons of piquantly pepped up salt, We philandered in gay abandon on the golden stallion; sequestering our clandestine venture to the best of 428

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our ability from the uncouthly satanic society, We discovered each other in the perpetually solitary dungeons; understanding the inexplicably varied aspects of bountiful existence, We mischievously slapped each other on the bed covers of grandiloquently frozen ice; instilling a frenzied ardor in our lifelessly chilled veins, We admired each other on the temple steps; fervently incarcerated by the stupendously fabulous creation of the Almighty Lord, We slept under the island of opalescently shimmering stars; whispering the nostalgic tales of impeccable childhood in our intricately sensitive eardrums, We proposed to each other at the crack of surreally obscure dawn; so that the first rays of the flaming morning stood an invincible testimonial to our sacred love, And we married in the realms of the immortally divine heavens; with the blessings of Almighty God; ensuring that we stayed united in threads of holy matrimony for times beyond what life could ever foresee….

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Just touching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were brutally forcing her, Just winking at her doesn’t mean; that you were perpetually proposing her, Just playing with her voluptuous hair; doesn’t mean that you compassionately cared about her, Just staring into her rubicund eyes; doesn’t mean that you understood every iota of her pain, Just sitting beside her enchanting grace; doesn’t mean that you audaciously shouldered all her miseries in life, Just tightly clasping her dainty palms; doesn’t mean that you understood what she actually desired from life, Just mischievously pinching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were making her feel like an immaculate child, Just taking her out in your swanky car; doesn’t mean that you were pacifying every need of her existence, Just inscribing her name with a knife on your chest; doesn’t mean you were more passionate about her; than the angels in the sky, Just uttering her name umpteenth number of times in a minute; doesn’t mean that you made her every dream manifest into a reality, Just traversing behind her like a shadow; doesn’t mean that you could read what was incessantly going on in her heavenly mind, Just philandering with her on the romantic mountains; doesn’t mean that you were the greatest lover born on this earth, Just gifting her with some conventionally sleek contraptions; doesn’t mean that you had veritably stolen her heart forever, Just pacing around her seductive countenance; engulfed by a river of nervous sweat; doesn’t mean that you could wholesomely commiserate with her proliferating sorrow, Just wishing her the earliest on her birthday; doesn’t mean that you topped her list of boundless admirers, Just wholesomely applauding her melodiously 430

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captivating voice; doesn’t mean that you comprehended the agony besieging her soul, Just frequenting her dwelling insurmountable number of times in the day; doesn’t mean that you were the closest to her; till the time she breathed, Just emulating her every impeccable action; doesn’t mean that you were her greatest connoisseur, And just marrying her in the most grandiloquent fashion on this earth; doesn’t mean that you really loved her; had made her yours for times even beyond; what you could contemplate….

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FOR ME TO BREATHE For me to smile; it was indispensable that her laughter punctuated profoundly beyond; the realms of fathomless sky, For me to transiently think; it was indispensable that she unrelentingly fantasized; transgressed through the corridors of profusely enigmatic enchantment, For me to read; it was indispensable that she had mastered all the scriptures on this boundless planet; already written the wordings of handsome tomorrow, For me to chew; it was indispensable that she had tasted the most voluptuously exotic fruits that were laden on the trees; filling her majestic belly; bountifully beyond the realms of unprecedented contentment, For me to win; it was indispensable that she was the invincible emperor; incarcerating every living being in the swirl of her celestially captivating countenance, For me to whisper; it was indispensable that she sang the most stupendously ingratiating rhymes of the forest; mesmerized infinite entities on earth with her rhapsodically mesmerizing voice, For me to flirt; it was indispensable that she loved till times beyond this globe existed; languished in the aisles of insatiable desire with her soul mate, For me to walk; it was indispensable that she had exuberantly explored every cranny of astronomically gigantic cosmos; tread her dainty foot on the most tantalizing blankets of vibrant yearning, For me to clap; it was indispensable that she euphorically thumped the air infinite number of times; incessantly bounced on the drums of palpable life for centuries immemorial, For me to admire; it was indispensable that she had captured all incredulously fabulous beauty on land in her impeccable eyes; nostalgically reminisced those moments when she took her first cry as a child, For me to enjoy; it was indispensable that she relentlessly floated on cloudbursts of mystically surreal imagination; far away from the vagaries of this uncouthly monotonous society, For me to run; it was indispensable that she fell like streaks of royally white lightening from the sky; 432

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instilling a wave of insurmountable passion in every entity lifelessly withering away towards the grave, For me to feel good; it was indispensable that she relished every unfurling minute of spell binding existence; lived the day to countless hours even beyond the inevitable sunset, For me to be innocent; it was indispensable that she perennially remained that immaculate angel; ebulliently playing in her mothers lap, For me to wish; it was indispensable that she acquired all richness that lay embedded in the colossal atmosphere; metamorphosed her every evanescent perception into reality, For me to adore; it was indispensable that she was the nearest to the Almighty Creator; thoroughly astounded by his unsurpassably vast chapters of creation, For me to rest; it was indispensable that she possessed the magical prowess of sleeping even when entrenched by heinous viciousness; perpetually remained in a heavenly slumber; which none around could ever break, For me to foresee; it was indispensable that she was the ultimate master of her own destiny; lead each instant of her life; to the most unprecedented of her hearts content, And for me to breathe; it was indispensable that she lived for unfathomable more lives even if I failed to take birth again; benevolently consolidated my attempts of making this earth a better place to live in; even after I lay stone lipped in my grave…..

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LOVE, LOVE AND ONLY LOVE When I was trespassing through the profusely verdant lawns; I waited for the rain to pelt down in tumultuous fury; drench every agonized pore of my skin with mesmerizing globules of water, When I was wandering through the dungeons; I waited for the serpent to crawl up my nape; mystically whisper its tales of ingratiating enchantment into the chords of my sensitive eardrum, When I was loitering through the aisles of the grandiloquent hotel; I waited for my fellow compatriot waiter to serve me dinner; and invite me wholeheartedly inside, When I was lying on the temple doorstep; I waited for the sacrosanct bells to ring; God's approbations to the new expeditions of my unveiling life, When I was digging sandcastles on the shores; I waited for the tangy waves to engulf me in entirety; catapult and wholesomely encapsulate in the realms of exuberant fantasy, When I was contemplating on the 100th floor of the colossal edifice; I waited for the conglomerate of voluptuously seductive clouds to majestically sweep past my rubicund cheeks, When I was pathetically strangulated in the monotonous office; I waited for those moments when I would race out like a volcano; thump my fists in unprecedented exhilaration towards blissful carpets of breeze, When I was tossing in inexplicable nervousness on my king poster bed; I waited for my revered mother to give me a peck on my cheek; make me feel like the most invincible entity on this Universe, When I was incarcerated by the winds of thunderously snoring sleep; I waited for unfathomably gorgeous dreams to perpetuate into my mind; transport me into a land of insatiable ecstasy, When I was haplessly brooding over my brutal destiny on the cold ground; I waited for my mischievous sister to pummel me in the ribs; make me shrug all responsibility to be a new born child once again, When I was on the astronomically mammoth summit of the mountain; I waited for the first rays of the Omnipotent Sun to kiss me; completely annihilate even the most minuscule trace of devil lingering in my countenance, 434

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When I was in the heart of the jungle; I waited for the royally undaunted lion to arrive; instill in me loads of incomprehensible conviction; with just his single solitary roar, When I was overwhelmingly tense and frazzled beyond capacity under the mind-boggling work load; I waited for a magnanimous yawn; releasing me uninhibitedly from corridors of desperation, When I was seated abreast the golden mellow of the ornate candle; I waited for infinite lines of romantic poetry to flow in torrential downpours from my fingers; encompassing all the fragrant beauty whispering on this planet, When I was staring unrelentingly towards the cosmos; I waited for the resplendent moon to arrive; illuminate the profound darkness of my soul with its festoon of immaculately shimmering rays, When I was relentlessly marching on my path to save dwindling humanity; I waited for blessings to shower from the sky; to metamorphose my humble mission into a perpetual reality, When I was dozing under the gigantic tree; I waited for the coconut to trip down; pacifying the traumatized valleys in my throat with its stupendously rejuvenating water, When I robustly inhaling and alive; I waited for the divine light to prudently guide me; engender me to sacrifice my life for irrefutable justice to every living kind, When I was traversing past the morbid graveyard; I waited for breath to relinquish me in entirety; bond me forever with my mates sleeping blissfully beneath the soil, And when I was in front of my immortal beloved; I waited for her to say I LOVE YOU, making me entirely oblivious to the most treacherous of pain on my body; making me speak, worship; and die for ; LOVE, LOVE AND ONLY LOVE…..

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ONE HEART Bestow me with infinite hands to conquer; invincibly incarcerate every area on the trajectory of this earth in my vice like grip, Bestow me with infinite eyes to sight; admire every single bit of enchanting charisma embodied in this colossal planet, Bestow me with infinite legs to walk; reach even the most far off places in this world; explore and ebulliently wander to the most unprecedented limits of my minds content, Bestow me with infinite fingers to write; so that I could emboss the most boundless scriptures that people couldn’t conceive; even in the most rampantly frenzied of their nocturnal dreams, Bestow me with infinite brains to fantasize; fomenting me to perceive what lay camouflaged within the exotic conglomerate of voluptuously silken clouds, Bestow me with infinite tongues to talk; so that I could converse in an unsurpassable myriad of eclectic languages at once; with just a inconspicuously tiny stroke of my mouth, Bestow me with stomach's to eat; so that I could unrelentingly keep on devouring appetizing food; strewn in bountiful abundance and on every lane I tread, Bestow me with infinite bones to fight; valiantly stand beneath the ferociously blazing Sun; annihilate treacherous evil all across the world into threadbare ash, Bestow me with infinite lips to smile; congenially spread the message of philanthropic humanity; to far and distant across the mighty Universe, Bestow me with infinite droplets of sweat to romance; so that I could bask in the untamed glory of ecstatically exuberant and handsomely escalating passion, Bestow me with infinite eyelashes to flirt; engendering me to inevitably wink at the most beautiful damsels; gallivanting with gay abandon on varied parts of this earth, Bestow me with infinite noses to smell; propelling me to submerge myself into incredulous exoticism; sniffing even the most diminutive of fragrance emanating in bliss from the beneath soil, 436

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Bestow me with infinite ears to hear; deciphering the melody in countless voices at a time; with an abruptly nonchalant nod of my head, Bestow me with infinite necks to dance; gyrate under milky rays of the moon; for centuries immemorial without the slightest of fatigue or exasperated respite, Bestow me with infinite teeth to chew; masticate succulent berries laden on each area of the gigantic mountain with overwhelmingly astounding joy and blissful relish, Bestow me with infinite shadows to mystique; drown myself into an unfathomable island of enigma and tantalizing mystery, Bestow me with infinite nails to scratch; defend myself and my fellow beings against the most diabolical power that trespassed on the surface of this fathomless Universe, Bestow me with infinite breaths to survive; exist beyond the most deplorable gloom that had precariously engulfed this colossal planet, But make sure you bestow me with only One Heart to live O! Omnipotent Creator; and over and above all do make sure that you gave it only to the ultimate girl of my dreams; the entity whom I would love forever and immortally know as my beautiful beloved….

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COUNTLESS LIVES It takes countless droplets of liquid to fill the empty bucket; grant its disdainfully dilapidated persona the stature of heavenly water, It takes countless beams of sunlight to stringently fumigate the entire planet; deluge a myriad of shattered lives with rays of optimistic hope and blissful happiness, It takes countless streams of crimson blood; to make the body celestially function; surge forward with unsurpassably arduous vigor in life, It takes countless pinches of golden sands; to evolve the awe-inspiring and colossally magnificent royal desert, It takes a countless battalion of voluptuously swirling waves; to evolve the boundlessly majestic and saline ocean, It takes countless alphabets to write a book; mystically portray the spirit of adventure lingering perpetually for fathomless times to unveil, It takes countless steps of overwhelming tenacity; to reach the astronomically towering pinnacle of gigantic mountain, It takes countless roots embedded formidably under loose soil; to form an incomprehensibly tall and brazenly Oligarchic tree, It takes countless blades of seductively green grass; to evolve a fathomlessly mesmerizing and divinely meadow, It takes countless number of blood stained tears; to achieve what you really want in currently treacherous existence, It takes countless petals of poignantly scented flower; to evolve a harmoniously synchronized and grandiloquent garland, It takes a countless artillery of articulate bones; to dexterously manipulate the intricate movements of robustly transgressing human body, It takes countless seconds of the rhythmically ticking clock; before the austerely blazing fireball of Sun; actually unfurls into the heart of the stupendously enchanting night, It takes countless births before we actually dream of taking birth as insurmountably blessed man; having the privilege of being crowned the most superior in the 438

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fraternity of living kind, It takes countless dreams and an unfathomable ocean of relentless fantasy; before waking up in absolute tranquil harmony at the crack of ephemeral dawn, It takes countless hours of indefatigable turmoil; to achieve unprecedented corridors of meticulous perfection, It takes countless draughts of exuberant air; to metamorphose the diminutively burning candle into an incredulously handsome fire escalating unstoppably towards bits of blue sky, It takes countless days of innocuous childhood; to mature and harness into professional youth, And it takes countless lives to find the sacrosanct love of your heart; the love that makes you feel immortally breathing; the love that imparts in you an irrevocable desire; to be forever alive….

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A HEART PALPITATING WITH MINE I have never seen eyes more mesmerizing than yours; the majestic seduction with which they fluttered under brilliant sunlight, I have never seen lips more rubicund than yours; the way they smiled unceasingly even in the most bizarre of affliction they were circumvented with, I have never seen hair more voluptuous than yours; the stupendously ravishing swirl in which they imprisoned every onlooker who transgressed by, I have never seen a skin more resplendent than yours; the way it immaculately sparkled right since the first ray of ephemeral dawn; to the deathly hour even well past after chilly midnight, I have never seen a nose more piquant than yours; the astounding ability it was bestowed upon to smell; profusely relish and enjoy each fragrance in the placid atmosphere, I have never seen sweat more passionate than yours; the astronomically alluring vivacity it was endowed with; to drive away somebody's breath; like a meteor shot from the blue sky, I have never seen cheeks more flirtatious than yours; titillating me to the most unprecedented limits and even beyond fathomless eternity, I have never seen a voice more melodious than yours; the ingratiating aura which it radiated profoundly as it rose and fell with the silken clouds drifting in the sky, I have never seen a shadow more fascinating than yours; the enchanting trail of mysticism it left for centuries incomprehensible; as it lingered on even after the Herculean day had subsided, I have never seen a smile more gorgeous than yours; the incredulously ecstatic virtue in it; that made it the irrefutable darling of all tribes, I have never seen a conviction more firmer than yours; the tumultuously resilient ease; with which you rose up dauntingly to every task of life, I have never seen hands more impeccable than yours; the dainty caress with which they spread their magic to every object they laid oligarchic demeanor on, 440

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I have never seen a stomach more pristine than yours; the overwhelmingly fabulous way in which it nimbly swished; as the moist carpet of grass made you wonderfully yawn, I have never seen a character more spotless than yours; the insurmountably floating unbiased empathy in your spell binding conscience, I have never seen a mind more ingenious than yours; relentlessly fantasizing every unleashing minute; perceiving the most celestial of angels infinite feet above the cosmos, I have never seen blood more crimson than yours; euphorically traversing through your body at lightening speeds; imparting all surrounding you with spurts of boisterous life, I have never seen ears more enamoring than yours; the delectable string of feathery sounds they had this uncanny ability to decipher; while the world outside just kept delving into monotonous business, I have never seen breath more fiery than yours; the unsurpassable ardor and tenacity with which it flowed like a fulminating volcano down your nostrils; bonding me inseparably with its royal grace, And let apart seeing; I am sure that there doesn’t exist a heart more compassionate than yours; a heart which loves me above all entities trespassing through this Universe; a heart which has since times immemorial always remained and palpitated with mine….

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Before marriage she used to keep me handsomely like a king on her lids; dancing them every now and again to rejuvenate my overwhelmingly harried senses, While after marriage she hardly opened her eyes; kept sleeping like an untamed monster all day; despite the most passionate of my appeals. Before marriage she harbored me like the most prized ring on her finger; scrubbing it umpteenth number of times with the ointment of her sensuous love, While after marriage she locked her ornament in her dilapidated rusty safe; leaving me in the realms of obsolete oblivion to contend with the dust and demons. Before marriage she possessed me like a cherished rose in vase of her heart; harnessing me with the crimson blood that flowed profusely through her veins, While after marriage she ruthlessly ripped me apart; left me to decay with the stinking pile of garbage and the sweeper blowing me in nonchalant disdain; with the bristles of his threadbare broomstick. Before marriage she chanted my name infinite times in a single minute; refraining to commence any activity without its irrefutably sacred presence on her lips, While after marriage she stared like a complete stranger into my innocuous eyes; austerely asking who I indeed was with an unheard abuse. Before marriage she offered me a place to sit; even if that meant that she stood for mind-boggling hours on the trot, While after marriage she sat on top of me with her battalion of fat friends; started to thunderously laugh without the slightest of gasp or respite. Before marriage she remained starved till the time I didn’t eat; famishing her dainty persona to unprecedented limits till the moment I fed her the first morsel of food with my very own fingers, While after marriage she finished breakfast; lunch; dinner at a single shot; made me run for my life before she decided to set her gigantic intentions on my robust skin. Before marriage she hummed mesmerizing tunes in my ear before I went off to sleep; blessing my dreary countenance with divinely reinvigoration and celestial peace, 442

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While after marriage she woke me the very next instant with her volcanic flurry of snores; commanded me to stand guard on the shivering gate to guard her until she awoke sometime past brilliant afternoon. Before marriage she bathed under the heavenly springs; adorned her neck with the most stupendously scented flowers; to astonishingly take my breath away from its very roots, While after marriage she kept stubbornly lying like a corpse at one place; ordering me to snap the flies wandering past her month long unwashed cheeks. Before marriage she imprisoned me in her breath like the most precious jewel that ever existed; immortally holding me close to her chest as it rose and fell harmoniously; in blissful tandem with the wind, While after marriage she blew me away like a speck of inconspicuous dirt; attaching a price tag to my neck for auctioning me in the commercial junkyard. Before marriage she kept compassionately kissing me till eternity; igniting dormant infernos in my visage to leap upto the fathomless sky, While after marriage I made a dash for safer havens with my tail beneath my legs; as I sighted the entire jugglery of kitchen forks menacingly tighten in her hands. And Before marriage she made me feel like the King of the Universe; applauding me insurmountably even for the most blatant blunder that I might have committed, While after marriage she gave her heart to the stone miserably wailing on the streets; wholesomely kept me only to convert it specially for her; into a fountain of new life….

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FOREVER ALIVE It was in the light of the candle; that I found mystical enchantment, It was under the austere rays of Sunlight; that I found my lost ardor to exist, It was in the realms of the gurgling waterfall; that I found heavenly rejuvenation and an everlasting bliss, It was under pearly beams of moonshine; that I found overwhelming threads of voluptuous fantasy, It was in the immortal stillness of the forest; that I found my most intricate of senses, It was with the resurgent winds of autumn; that I found my mesmerizing prowess to sing, It was within the dungeons infinite feet beneath; that I found baffling enigmas striking me at astounding speeds, It was sighting the vivacious peacock; that I found my lost ability to animatedly leap and ecstatically dance, It was in the island of pearls; that I found majestically royal fantasy of the most astronomical decree, It was on the summit of the towering mountain; that I found my valor to audaciously confront evil beings, It was in the tawny cats coat of fur; that I found nostalgic childhood; an insurmountable wave of heavenly mischief, It was in the blanket of perennially green meadows; that I found an insatiable urge to shut my eyes tightly and celestially sleep, It was in the heart of the rhapsodically leaping fire; that I found flames of untamed passion and wild romance, It was in the wisps of satiny clouds; that I found my desire to reside forever in the lap of Almighty lord, It was in the foundation of the mammoth building; that I found Herculean strength; an inevitable invincibility to single handedly take on the entire world, It was riding on the back of a fox; that I found uncanny cunningness; the adroit manipulation to exist in this uncouth world, It was beneath the shell of the tortoise; that I found incomprehensible laziness; a thunderous propensity to rest for several lives, 444

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It was in the sacred lap of my mother; that I found that I was always young; without a trace of fatigue in my severely bloodshot eyes, And It was in the arms of my beloved; that I found that I was breathing; I was still living after gruesome death; I was forever exuberant and alive…..

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UNFASTENING THE BUTTONS OF HER HEART When I unfastened the buttons of the sky; there came cloudbursts of rain turbulently pelting down on the parched ground, When I unfastened the buttons of the soil; all that lay there was fecund chunks of mud blended with ravishing worm and mystical light, When I unfastened the buttons of the towering castle; there unfolded a grandiloquent extravaganza before my eyes; oligarchic tapestry and an insurmountably royal ambience was all that touched my innermost senses, When I unfastened the button of the voluptuously brown cola; there was a fountain of tangy spray that blasted out; to impart incomprehensible rejuvenation to my dreary soul, When I unfastened the button of the gargantuan grandfather clock; the watch abruptly stopped to function; and time seemed to come to a virtual standstill although it was well past dawn, When I unfastened the buttons of the majestically descending parachute; there lay nothing but a flurry of broken bones on the ground; as I hurtled towards the obdurate soil at a speed faster than that of white light, When I unfastened the buttons of the ocean; there was an exquisite treasury of coral reef and vivaciously slithering shark that left me in spells of dumbfounded consternation, When I unfastened the buttons of the television; a myriad of enthusing tunes and vibrantly tantalizing pictures left me agglutinated to the silver screen for hours unprecedented, When I unfastened the buttons of the ancient dungeon; I found myself suddenly encompassed by a festoon of glittering gold and biscuits of shimmering silver; as I collided with an uncanny thud just inches beside the sacrosanct serpent guarding them with its fangs, When I unfastened the buttons of the delectable dwelling; my vision became all the more sacred as I sighted my unsurpassably cherished mother, When I unfastened the buttons of rubicund skin; poignant droplets of blood oozed out in torrents of rampant frenzy, 446

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When I unfastened the buttons of the colossal ship; the boat eventually lost its synchronized balance; sank to the rock bottom of the ocean like a bullet fired from the sky, When I unfastened the buttons of the cloistered bedroom window; a stringent beam of dazzling sunshine crept inside in splendid unison; shrugging off all the languid exhaustion that had uselessly circumvented my soul, When I unfastened the buttons of the sleeping lotus; there wafted a stupendously seductive odor of rose in the air; deluging my morbid life with tons of excitement and enthralling happiness, When I unfastened the buttons of the slippery web; a potbellied black spider brusquely fell on my robust palms; sending me into waves of ecstatic rhapsody, When I unfastened the buttons of the gorgeous valley; an thunderously loud echo reverberated incessantly; piercing the soft carpet of wind to clash like violent sparks into the hills, When I unfastened the buttons of my office shirt; I was left freezing on the snow clad streets; audaciously portraying my shriveled muscle like a deplorable skeleton pole, When I unfastened the buttons of painstakingly creeping time; I astoundingly found myself perched near my grave; when infact I hadn't even matured past the threshold of impetuous youth, But the best happened when I unfastened the buttons of her heart; for all that I found there was only my picture; an immortal love and craving for me passionately pulsating; for many more centuries to blissfully unfold…

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THE ONLY DON’T Do abuse me every unfurling second; blurting a string of unheard expletives; for apparently no fault of mine, Do slap me hard on my cheeks every day as I got up in the morning; spilling blistering tea deliberately on my daintily nimble skin, Do thrust your foot vindictively in my way; bursting into a volley of thunderous laughter; as I fell head-on on my rubicund nose, Do stash all your foul garbage as my pillow; evoking me to inevitably sneeze and cough all enchanting night, Do poke out your tongue in disdainful cynicism; spitting blatantly on my scalp in front of all who wandered with alacrity on the boisterously brilliant streets, Do shout to your absolute hearts content in my intricate ears; ruthlessly rupturing all my senses to hear and decipher melodious sound, Do add overwhelming pints inebriating shrub in my coffee at dawn; so that I slept like a giant the entire day; while you gallivanted like a vamp through the lanes displaying your flamboyant flesh, Do keep incessantly humming irascible tunes; disrupting my spells of intense concentration; engendering me to forget even the last work which I had spoken; just a moment ago, Do hurl green chili in my crystalline eyes; making me intransigently emancipate blissful shades of life yielding sight, Do pummel me hard in my robust stomach; trying your newly learnt boxing skills on me; making me gasp for huge breathfulls of precious life, Do embarrass me to unprecedented limits as I sat in the midst of the mammoth crowd; savagely snatching the mike away from my palms; as I started to utter the first word of my speech, Do severe the brakes of my car as I was just about to commence for my exhilarating expedition; triggering my wagon to explode into a ball of pugnaciously golden flames; charring me to raw saw dust; as I plunged like an inconspicuous mosquito into the perilously unfathomable valley, Do make me polish the shoes of all your friends till 448

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they glistened profoundly under sun shine; giving me only stale chunks of threadbare bread to consume for lunch as well as midnight dinner, Do emboss your dog's name on my naked chest with your satanically gleaming kitchen knife; rubbing potent doses of salt on my wounds; even before they could heal the slightest, Do lambaste me wickedly with a scorpion whip; causing me to shriek in inexplicable anguish; making my day a treacherous nightmare along with my every night, Do whistle flirtatiously to other boys in the street; with a mischievous twinkle on your face; even as I stared in utter disbelief, Do give me your worn out clothes to wear; sending people in the town into uncontrollable guffaws; as they perceived me to be half a muscular man; half a ravishing woman, Do emulate my signature; withdrawing my entire armory of unsurpassable wealth at a single stretch from the banks; rendering me penurious; begging and bizarrely homeless on the streets, O.K. and while I would infact tolerate the most astronomically long and unending list of your diabolical do's; it would be on a singular condition of my ONE AND ONLY DON’T, For that is actually not me; but my heart saying; "PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME”…….

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BUT AT LEAST ALLOW ME I won't mind it at all if you didn’t allow me inside with you; when you went to attend the glamorous party, But at least allow me to sit outside on the steps; engross myself rhapsodically in your faint tunes; that nimbly floated in the atmosphere. I won't mind it at all if you didn’t offer me a ride behind your flamboyant bike; zipped ahead like an untamed tornado without slackening your speed or respite, But at least allow me to watch you from my window; pray for you relentlessly to God; asking him to wade off the tiniest of evil that might be transgress viciously across your persona. I won't mind it at all if you didn’t invite me for dinner; when infact you had called even the most bedraggled of beggars to attend the bombastic fiesta, But at least allow me to collect the left over’s of your food; cherish and enjoy your ethereal essence for times immemorial. I won't mind it at all if you didn’t speak my name even once in your entire lifetime; remained profusely lost and captivated in wholesomely surreal fantasy of your own, But at least allow me to chant yours till the time I died; overwhelmingly remember your fabulous countenance till I inhaled my last breath. I won't mind it at all if you miserably failed to recognize me even when I passed at whisker lengths from your body; made an insurmountably scornful face; shrugging your nose in disdain towards open space, But at least allow me to keep a blurred photograph of yours close to my heart; perceive you in the most stupendous forms possible every unleashing minute of the sweltering day. I won't mind it at all if you spat ruthlessly on my face; kicked me in my rear like a football; trying to hurl me in a hurry towards my ultimate place in the heavens, But at least allow me to admire the sweat that trickled prolifically from your nape; in your ominous attempts to make me disappear forever from this planet. I won't mind it at all if you turned your back in dreariness as soon as you saw me; instead talked to 450

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unprecedented limits with the other man who was perpetually blind, But at least allow me to caress your mesmerizing and fleeting shadow; which lingered transiently for a while; and then thoroughly lost itself in the granules of earth. I won't mind it at all if you charred my bones to inconspicuous raw ash; punctured my robust body with a flurry of pugnaciously hostile bullets, But at least allow me to sketch your enchanting contours on slippery sea soil; savor your incredulously glorious memories all my life. I won't mind it at all if you barbarically blinded me; piercing my intricate eyeballs with gleaming rods of scarlet fire, But at least allow me to feel the winds that kissed you while drifting; not only imparting me with the unsurpassable exuberance to lead the day; but to audaciously face my entire life. And I won't mind it at all if you didn’t give me a position in your heart; blowing me off like an infinitesimal speck of dirt into obsolete oblivion, But at least allow me to listen to your passionately palpitating beats; which I had an irrefutable feeling would someday throb only for me; would someday be always mine….

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STAMP Every envelope needed a stamp of indispensable denomination; in order to successfully deport and proficiently reach its consummate place of destination, Every writer needed a stamp of is publisher as well as his consortium of ardent admirers; in order to gain profound inspiration and surge ahead with flamboyance in life, Every mountain needed the stamp of blistering Sun; in order to feel pompously elated and tower handsomely towards open patches of blue sky, Every dog needed the stamp of its master; in order to incessantly wag its tail in exuberant happiness; loyally guard colossal property that lay perilously vulnerable all throughout the treacherous night, Every mother needed the stamp of her innocuous child; in order to make her life complete in all respects; in order to make her realize that she was indeed the richest woman alive, Every palm needed the stamp of enigmatic lines; in order to provide it the unfathomably mystical and rich luxury of destiny, Every horse needed the stamp of its rider; in order to gallop majestically through undulating expanse of boundless land; win the race amidst countless other of its kin and kind, Every pen needed the stamp of its manufacturer; in order to optimistically emboss unsurpassable lines of exquisite literature; keep indefatigably writing with tumultuous confidence, Every ocean needed the stamp of its vivaciously swirling waves; in order to portray to the world that it was turbulently tangy and a stupendously magnificent sight, Every chest needed the stamp of impeccable fabric; in order to accentuate its robustly bulging contours to the outside world; present itself congenially and blend superbly with the intricacies civilized society, Every day needed the stamp of date; in order to depict its overwhelmingly vital significance; keep in tandem with the exact unleashing of whirlwind time, Every meadow of green grass needed the stamp of the sacrosanct cow; in order to prove that it was indeed the most exotic food found on this planet; had 452

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encompassed in its blades all the inevitable ingredients to sustain life, Every web woven with slimy thread needed the stamp of the long legged spider; in order to cast its mystically enigmatic impression on the aliens who faintly witnessed it, Every boat needed the stamp of a captain; in order maneuver adroitly through the stormy waters; transport its scores of insurmountably nostalgic passengers; safely to the welcome shores, Every jeweled throne needed the stamp of a prince; in order to continue its lineage of oligarchic legacy; look incredulously royal even under the most diminutive rays of moonlight, Every skeleton needed the stamp of rubicund flesh; in order to tenaciously move; rise up with inexorable resilience to each horrendous barricade of life, Every kettle needed the stamp of reinvigorating sizzling brown tea; in order that people caressed its glistening periphery with loads of compassionate warmth, Every shoe needed the stamp of bohemian foot; in order to kick rhapsodically in ebullient atmosphere; hurl itself with rampant freedom to every nook and cranny that it liked, Every eye needed the stamp of sparkling vision; in order to profusely engross and admire the unfathomable number of sights that existed bountifully in this world, Every tongue needed the stamp of commanding voice; in order to make its presence felt amongst a horde of wolves; and celestially survive, And every heart needed the stamp of immortal love; to passionately palpitate not only in life; but even infinite years after inevitable death….

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YOU ARE MY BELOVED You are a mesmerizing fairy; that keeps incessantly coming in each of my dreams, You are an innocuously sweet angel; making me bask in the glory of my blissful childhood, You are a delectably enchanting cloud; which floats poignantly all day; encompassing each corner of my eye, You are a star that keeps indefatigably shining in the azure sky; profusely illuminating my every single night, You are a voluptuous carpet of scarlet roses; that wafted stupendously exotic scent for me to inhale each hour, You are a majestically clashing ocean; which inundates every unleashing minute of my life with unprecedented ecstasy, You are an incredible painting; which blesses my life with vivacious shades of effusively vibrant color, You are tantalizing droplets of rain; which imparts me with an indomitable ardor to surge forward audaciously in every aspect of existence, You are a field of impeccably shimmering cotton; that generates the sacred virtue of honesty in my wretched conscience, You are a brilliant beam of unconquerable sunlight; that filters with divinely grace into my cloistered and gloomy heart, You are a golden globule of honey; that makes me profoundly glisten in the sweetness of omnipotent life, You are a ravishing peacock; that entices me every instant; into cloudbursts of fantasy as you unveiled your coat of silken feathers to a complete blossom, You are a spring of celestial water; that pacifies my overwhelmingly parched senses; with heavenly love and perpetual care, You are a astonishingly seductive and cheeky nightingale; which permeates my dreary soul; with enchanting tunes for times immemorial, You are an island of rejuvenating spice; which doesn't leave any scope in my life to be the slightest despondent or dejected, You are a festoon of royally scintillating pearls; that foments me to rhapsodically philander across 454

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every nook and cranny of this colossal earth, You are an idol of irrefutable truth; whom I leaned upon in my times of inexplicable distress and traumatized pain, You are an sacrosanct entity; who has nothing but unfathomable love in your turbulently palpitating heart, But more importantly than anything; you have a distinction perhaps even more than god in my life; as YOU ARE MY BELOVED……

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LIKE NOBODY ELSE I admired your immaculate eyes every unleashing minute; for drowning me in the glory of their stupendously emphatic moisture, I caressed your voluptuous coat of black hair for times immemorial; feeling their softness tingle me till the last bone down my spine, I entwined my palms with your heavenly fingers; bonding my impoverished soul with yours for centuries unfathomable, I passionately kissed your seductively rosy lips; absorbing their sweetness with relentless ardor and charm, I floated handsomely in your tantalizing dreams; philandering audaciously on cloud nine with your countenance resting on my shoulders, I ardently smelt the fiery breath that descended like a volcano from your nostrils; feeling that unprecedented enthusiasm swelling prolifically in your pulse, I profoundly engrossed myself into the cadence of your mesmerizing voice; blending completely with the mystical enigma that enveloped your every stride, I ran like an untamed panther behind your enchanting shadow; intricately following its contours till I collapsed on the hard ground in a drearily bedraggled heap, I lay on your stomach for marathon hours of the day and for every instant of the tumultuously stormy night; my head rising and falling with each breath of yours which was now wholesomely mine, I stood like an invincible fortress by your side; trying my Herculean best to wade off the most minuscule of evil hovering by your divinely side, I wrote your name with my blood infinite times in a single day; making it an immortal epitome for every lover transgressing fanatically on the trajectory of this planet, I voraciously rubbed your fabulously silken skin in freezing whirlwinds of snow; imparting your majestic visage with incomprehensible loads of compassionate warmth, I stared like a child into the contours of your vivacious face; exploring something new and incredulously rejuvenating; as you winked innocuously 456

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under the milky moonlight, I worshipped your celestial feet every dawn; as the first beam of sunlight timidly filtered through my gloomily obfuscated window, I tickled you uncontrollably in your ribs; supremely relishing the astoundingly tinkling charisma in your tangy laughter, I patiently waited for your footsteps to arrive; completely lost in a gorgeously romantic fantasy; moving my head nimbly towards the handsomely setting amber sun, I confided to you even the most weirdest perceptions of my mind; sharing with you each embarrassing moment of my life, I sketched enamoring shapes of your oligarchic persona with articulate strokes of my paint brush; imprisoning your unparalleled beauty on the blank canvas of my body, And I loved your heart LIKE NOBODY ELSE could ever dare to do; not only in this birth; but for fathomless more births to unfold and evolve into new life….

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COMPLETE CONTROL I didn’t want to capture her eyelashes; the ostentatious mascara delectably embellishing her nimble lids, I didn’t want to capture her skin; which glowed to an overwhelmingly voluptuous crimson under the impact of garishly personified talcum powder, I didn’t want to capture her lips; which had profuse coating of pretentiously sleazy lipstick, I didn’t want to capture her hair; which had bombastic coatings of contemporary hair dye, I didn’t want to capture her waist; which danced tantalizingly enveloped by chains of haughty silver, I didn’t want to capture her earlobes; swishing daintily with opulent emeralds of sapphire green; procured fresh from the sea, I didn’t want to capture her palms; embossed with mystical designs available rampantly in the contemporary market, I didn’t want to capture her breath; which was now blended with the most alluring of artificial sandalwood perfume, I didn’t want to capture her fingers; which were adorned with a myriad of pompously glittering rings, I didn’t want to capture her voice; which had profound traces of a deliberately pernicious slang embedded in it, I didn’t want to capture her teeth; which had prominent encapsulations of the most expensive paste adhering them, I didn’t want to capture her muscle; which had evolved over a period of time; after her voracious consumption of exorbitantly costly steroids, I didn’t want to capture her shadow; as it meekly coalesced with obsolete oblivion without the most minuscule of prior notice, I didn’t want to capture her sweat; which was incredulously scented with the boundless repertoire of body lotions she used; literally every unfurling minute of the marathon day; every time before she closed her eyes for the sultry night, I didn’t want to capture her cheeks; which were indiscriminately inundated with truck loads of pertinent chemical sprays, I didn’t want to capture her saliva; which had 458

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obnoxious traces of foreign chewing gum and cherry, I didn’t want to capture her nails; which were painted with the most gaudily conventional nail polish available in the trendy market, I didn’t want to capture her conscience; which had inevitably become manipulative; as she struggled for her existence in this uncouth world, Although each part of her body appeared artificial; there was definitely one thing that I wanted to capture; and that was her heart; longing and thunderously throbbing wilder than the most wildest of storm; more importantly than anything rendering me the complete control of its passionate beats….

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TEARS OF IMMORTAL LOVE When I saw the ocean swirling ecstatically towards the sky; trying to touch the Sun in its profoundly untamed glory; There were tears of sheer adventure that dribbled from my eyes; transiting me into a land of fabulously enchanting fantasy…. When I saw the moon creeping nimbly into vibrantly blue cosmos; making way for the magnificently star studded night, There were tears of placid contentment that trickled from my eyes; and my whole body commenced to prepare itself for a celestially satisfying nocturnal sleep…. When I saw the silhouette of the preposterously diabolical giant menacing full throttle towards me; ready to gobble upon my innocuous form, There were tears of uncanny fear that oozed from my eyes; as each part of my skin got engulfed with profusely nervous sweat…. When I saw my fellow compatriots in tumultuous pain; with uncouth wounds of hopeless despair encompassing the periphery of their cracked lips, There were tears of inexplicable sorrow that poured from my eyes; as I took a resolution to once again transform God's created earth into a veritable paradise…. When I saw the potbellied spider fall infinite times; yet rise again to eventually accomplish weaving its cozy web, There were tears of fortified conviction that flowed from my eyes; as each bone in my impoverished demeanor; got ready to confront the most mightiest of challenge on this planet… When I saw the boundless conglomerate of pigeons pecking each other passionately; in wee hours of the wonderfully ravishing night, There were tears of uninhibited passion that crept out of my eyes; as a cloudburst of insatiable desire shot through cabin compartments of my brain… When I saw the festoon of red ants clambering on the towering elephant; fomenting him to fall like a box of soggy matchsticks on obdurate ground, There were tears of awe inspiring self confidence that gushed out of my eyes; as I realized suddenly that true power lies solely in the mind…. 460

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When I saw the sacrosanct virtue of truth being massacred indiscriminately on all quarters of this Universe; being weighed with a platter of spurious currency all the time, There were tears of utter hopelessness that shot out of my eyes; as I spat my wholesome best on disastrously dwindling mankind… When I saw the divinely countenance of my mother parading by my side; bustling around in thorough anticipation of my well being, There were tears of overwhelming gratitude that drizzled from my eyes; as I touched her feet in due obeisance; poignantly kissed her palms for bringing me into this fathomless world… And when I saw the vivaciously enchanting visage of my beloved; her incomprehensibly alluring fragrance that took complete control over my every breath, There were tears of immortal love that cascaded from my eyes; as I embraced her perpetually in my arms; obscuring our entities forever from this manipulatively blood thirsty planet…..

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EXCEPT THE GIRL The mesmerizing tunes of the voluptuous nightingale; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which emanated from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who came every unfurling minute in my ocean of dreams…. The boisterously buzzing tunes of the queen bee; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which diffused from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who tantalized me unrelentingly with the fragrance of her mystical breath…. The melodious tunes spiraling handsomely from the delectable piano; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which oozed from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who cast an enigmatic spell on each path I tread… The cacophonic tunes of croaking frogs; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which flowed from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who left me astoundingly dumbfounded; with the crimson color of her innocuous cheeks…. The tunes of tumultuous thunder pouring from sky; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which sky rocketed from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who conjured me into a spell of celestially unending sleep…. The treacherously satanic tunes of the monster approaching; were heard by everybody,’ But the tunes which cascaded from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who maneuvered me into a land of incomprehensibly beautiful fantasy…. The vivacious tunes of the giant drum; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which descended from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who granted me the astronomical conviction to confront every aspect of life…. The ominous tunes of the hideously hissing snake; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which shot from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who made me feel perpetually young; with insurmountable mischief lingering on her 462

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face…. The passionate tunes of the ocean clashing against the rocks were heard by everybody, But the tunes which dribbled from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who drowned me profusely in the ingratiating aura of her divinely voice… And the vital tunes of existence on this planet; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which crept from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who impregnated new life every second in my impoverished persona; the girl who infact I proudly called my beloved….

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LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE I couldn’t talk non stop; for after a while; the chords of my intricate throat started to hurt; and a gruesome hoarseness besieged my persona, I couldn’t walk non stop; for after a while; the soles of my feet started to ache; and the conglomerate of dreary bones in my body demanded celestial rest, I couldn’t write non stop; for after a while; my fingers swelled like a plump tomato; and the disdainful sweat on my palms started to drip obnoxiously on barren sheets of white paper, I couldn’t stare non stop; for after a while; my voluptuously soft cushion of lids fell down with a sigh; and the whites of my eye were desperate to get rid of the tumultuous stinging, I couldn’t eat non stop; for after a while; the tunnels of my stomach threatened to puke; and the buds of my tongue abhorrently repulsed the most exotic of taste, I couldn’t dance non stop; for after a while; the fantasy in my mind wholesomely subsided; and I inevitably collapsed on soil for my nocturnal slumber under the resplendent stars, I couldn’t plough non stop; for after a while; the acrimonious rays of the Sun stabbed me like a billion needles; and the gallons of golden sweat which dribbled; made me loose holistic degrees of control, I couldn’t swim non stop; for after a while; the tenacity in my arms seemed to be diminishing; and the fathomless expanse of waters made me return back to the heavenly shores, I couldn’t party non stop; for after a while; the pretentious smoke of cigar took its toll on my natural nerves; and the sonorously manipulative style of talking; assassinated all my raw exuberance in its premature buds, I couldn’t study non stop; for after a while; beads of exasperation began to entrench me from all sides; and life became nothing but a series of disastrously monotonous equations to confront, I couldn’t sing non stop; for after a while; all tunes existing seemed to be puncturing me like fulminating volcano's; and I lost complete identity of my very own voice, I couldn’t dream non stop; for after a while; the 464

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pragmatic realities of life started to pinch me overwhelmingly; and the penurious conditions which currently engulfed me; obstructed me in my path of transforming all my perceptions into a perpetual reality, I couldn’t fight non stop; for after a while; realization dawned upon me that it was all baseless; and I needed to contribute something towards deteriorating mankind, I couldn’t sleep non stop; for after a while; I felt the blistering mid day sunshine filtering unbearably through my eyes; and the framework of my countenance became restless to be on the move, I couldn’t drive non stop; for after a while; the world outside became an incessantly revolving whiz; and I frantically wanted to trespass at normal speeds once again, I couldn’t rule non stop; for after a while; I felt as if I was completely losing my indigenous identity; and the voice of my conscience commanded me to rest blissfully in the lap of my revered mother, I couldn’t focus non stop; for after a while; the insurmountably restless urges in my soul got the better of me; and I found myself pondering on everything else; other than what I was supposed to concentrate, I couldn’t play non stop; for after a while; the will to majestically survive made me march dynamically towards the summit; slither with uninhibited passion; to achieve all my goals in life, I couldn’t hate non stop; for after a while; the inexorably omnipotent voice of my mind condemned me for my cowardly behavior; and the blood circulating in my veins fomented me to embrace my fellow mates in pain, I couldn’t lie non stop; for after a while; an astronomically ardent desire to disentangle myself from this web of lechery; and my tongue candidly conveyed its explicit set of ideals, But there was only one virtue which I could do non stop; and which not only I; but every entity with a throbbing heart has been doing since centuries immemorial; a virtue which even the greatest of God's have bowed down too; a virtue which has its immoral essence dissipated in every nook and cranny of this boundless planet; O! yes I feel the richest man on this earth to proclaim it as LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE……. 465

FOR INFINITE LIVES Let a magician come in front of you; trying to cast a spell on your mesmerizing countenance; with his unfathomable flurry of ingenious tricks, Let the clouds be attracted inevitably towards your voluptuous voice; trying their best to impress you upon with tantalizing globules of rain, Let a battalion of handsome snakes slither around you; endeavoring to entrench you in the swirl of their mystically enchanting hood, Let the mightily colossal waves of the ocean clash against your divinely form; trying to engulf you in the aura of tumultuously tangy froth, Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine….

Let the desert sands fly in rampant frenzy; insatiably wishing to stick on your immaculately glowing skin, Let majestic eagles in the sky build their nest above your dwelling; trying to have a surreptitious glimpse of you; after pearly midnight, Let the turbulent breeze deliberately kiss you as it passed; basking in the glory of its spuriously passionate rendezvous, Let the needles of the grandiloquently colonial clock stop in anticipation of you to awaken; tick at wild velocities when you wanted time to fly, Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine…. Let the Sun try and incarcerate you in its web of flamboyantly fiery rays; trying to blind you wholesomely with the astronomical tenacity of its light, Let the grass voluptuously tickle your soles; secretly enjoying your ravishing warmth as you trespassed like an angel through its green stalks, Let the owl stare unrelentingly at you for hours 466

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immemorial; trying to hypnotize you with its enigmatically crystalline eyes, Let the avalanche of snow melt in torrential frenzy; to evoke sympathy; as you cast your impeccable eyes upon its manipulative demeanor, Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine…. Let all the mouths on this planet shout to their hearts content; trying to win you by the overwhelming domination in their tone, Let the society starve you to unprecedented limits; in order to enforce upon you; the partner of their dictatorial choice, Let the streams cascading down from the mountains change their direction; to flow across the sacred paths you celestially tread, Let every activity on this Universe come to an abrupt standstill; every tangible eyeball rivet to your irrefutably poignant visage; trembling in uncontrollable agony to make you the queen of their hearts, Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine….

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BUT YOU WOULD STILL FAIL You could mercilessly snatch my eyes; engender a blanket of gruesomely debilitating darkness to wholesomely engulf me till eternity, You could make me dismally dumb; with my tongue refraining to utter even the most tiniest of sound, You could maim me worse than a dying dog; fomenting me to slither pathetically on the ground; as I tried to surge the slightest of distance forward, You could starve me more brutally than the scorching desert; savagely drying the last drop of blood circulating in my body, But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was perpetually mine…..

You could make me haplessly beg on the boisterous streets; shiver uncontrollably in the freezing night; adorning me in rags of disdainful barbed wire, You could satanically smash my scalp into infinite fragments; making me swoon in a bloody heap towards profusely dusty ground, You could incarcerate me in a dungeon replete with lethal scorpion; and even the most obscure beam of Sunlight; being an insurmountably far cry, You could make me treacherously transgress over a blanket of sizzling embers; making me inevitably shrug holistic degrees of blissful control, But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was perpetually mine…..

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island of serrated skinned alligators, You could shoot me right through the head; with a battalion of boundless bullets hurling at unsurpassable speeds from your murderously gleaming revolver, But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was perpetually mine…..

You could crucify me to bodily submission; nailing my nimble persona with an incomprehensible armory of barbaric thorns, You could use me as food for the preposterously gigantic whale; tossing me like a chunk of dilapidated vegetable; right into the moaning monsters mouth, You could squelch me to inconspicuous pulp against the chain of blood curling rocks; before eventually dumping me countless kilometers beneath my corpse, You could make every step of my life more tyrannical than infinite hell's combined together; stabbing me every unfurling second with astronomical amount of unbearable pain, But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was perpetually mine…..

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FIERY PASSIONATE The color of the moon was pure white; with its pearly rays illuminating the profoundly ghastly night, The color of the sky was crystalline blue; with its conglomerate of silken clouds playing hide and seek with the sunlight, The color of the lips was rosy pink; with their voluptuous periphery making even the most diabolical of entity succumb to their knees, The color of the night was gruesome black; with its enchantment casting a mystical spell on all animate and inanimate hovering around, The color of gold was glittering yellow; and its glow besieging every eye that sighted it with an immortal longing for impregnable supremacy, The color of the rainbow was vivaciously vivid; with the world staring at it in unfathomable fascination, The color of the deserts was timidly brown; with its colossal expanse of sands absorbing unsuspecting travelers in its slippery swirl, The color of hair was as dark as the eerie tunnel; with its boundless fibers swishing in waves of enigmatic euphoria, The color of farm chili was parrot green; with its piquant spice fomenting tears to ooze at random from the eyes, The color of blood was handsomely scarlet; with its stains irrefutably refraining to erase once applied, The color of the ocean was royally sapphire; with its ravishing waves striking gleefully against the jagged chain of glistening rocks, The color of the infant was amicably pearly; with its incessant cries making it the unconquerable darling of all who passed by, The color of the savage convict was steel grey; with his eyes burning fire and profuse vindication at being jailed for long years, The color of soil was majestically bronze; with its stupendous layers of fertility blossoming into robust crop; ensuring that mankind never dwindled; never died, The color of the mother was sacredly frosty; 470

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sequestering her baby from the most inconspicuous of evil lurking about in this world, The color of the fish was delectably silver; gliding its way tantalizingly through the deep expanse of obscure waters, The color of ice was stringently transparent; with its astounding prowess to cool providing reprieve to millions of adventurers in scorching heat, The color of water was austerely plain; with its sparkling globules pacifying the thirst of fathomless beings every unleashing second of the day, The color of fire was incredulously golden; with its crackling flames imparting unsurpassable warmth to every human shivering on the streets in acerbic winter, The color of the creator was a blend of all colors existing on this earth; the most magnificent shade of them all; silencing everyone his supremely Omnipotent power and invincible grace, And the color of love was FIERY PASSIONATE; imprisoning every human; imprisoning every breathing organism in the flame of its agony; the cloud of its incomprehensible desire…

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3 COMPLETE DAYS, 3 COMPLETE NIGHTS Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I dreadfully shivered; collapsing in utter nervousness on the obdurate ground, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I forgot to normally blink; stared unrelentingly into open space as if somebody had stabbed me in my chest; the entire world outside had come to an abrupt end, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I felt all hunger die a ghastly death in my stomach; with my body refusing all food and tepid water, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; the blood flowing through my veins froze midway; with the hair on my body standing up in unfathomable gloom, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; my skull relinquished all memory; floundered to function harmoniously with the commercial world outside; wholesomely lost in the realms of your mesmerizing fantasy; the compassionate moistness in your breath that used to flow when you were close by my side, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; all words tumbled mumble-jumble from my mouth; with a severely 472

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debilitating coma crippling each corner of my brain; and my heart palpitating like a missile about to deafeningly explode, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; my body started perspiring more than the most tumultuous of storm; an ocean of tears welled up my eye; poured indefatigably beyond the most sagacious of my control; my soul went berserk with incomprehensible hysteria, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; my teeth started to inexorably clatter even in the most acerbic of Sunlight; infinite goose-bumps crept up on my palm in morbid exhilaration; everything outside my window seemed to be diabolical and profusely poisoned, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; all my fantasies and dreams got buried boundless feet beneath the corpse; every part of me started to vehemently hate the society; with a feeling of assassinating every entity traversing on this earth slowly creeping in my persona; as my bouts of boiling anger rose to the peak, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I abdicated even the most tiniest of urge to live further; forcefully closed my eyes and breath to blend my heart and soul with the Omnipotent creator, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights.

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YOUR LOVE FOR ME Your love for me was not like the disloyally changing shape of the Moon; which blatantly metamorphosed its pearly body at the onset of every night, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the resplendent blanket of shimmering stars which shone for countless decades; illuminating my gloomy household with enchanting light. Your love for me was not like the tumultuous storm; which devoured even the minutest of entity in its thunderous swirl, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the delectable draught of wind; which arose every evening; mystically tingling the camouflage of dense leaves with its dainty charm and grace. Your love for me was not like the poignantly burning candle; which diminished wholesomely; a few minutes after ferociously igniting into a ball of flames, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the fire which burnt unrelentingly towards the sky; becoming more and more passionate as the pinnacle of darkness encroached every space. Your love for me was not like the swanky bottle of expensive scent; which started to rot away soon after initially flooding every bit of scorched atmosphere, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the stupendously fragrant lotus; which spread its essence without distinction; captivated me for many births yet to unveil in the aura of its enigmatic redolence. Your love for me was not like the callous bird mother; who deserted her children a few days after they had hatched from the egg; and after adeptly teaching them to fly high, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the human mother; who harnessed and nourished her baby for marathon years even after he attained maturity; catered to the most inconspicuous of his demand till the time she found herself on her inevitable deathbed. Your love for me was not like pelting drops of violent rain; which gave just momentary pleasure to my flesh and then left me dry and mourning as the blistering Sun crept up in the sky, Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was 474

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like the colossal ocean with piquantly escalating waves; which provided warmth and rejuvenation to my dirty body; at the unleashing of dawn every morning. Your love for me was not like a sleazy television commercial; which sent ravishing chills down my spine as the instant I viewed it; and then left me longing for more as the boring news came by, Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the mesmerizing fable that had an unprecedented impact on my destiny; bequeathed a moral to my life. Your love for me was not like slippery granules of sand; which seductively caressed my skin for fraction of seconds; and then unavoidably trickled onto the boiling soil, Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the century old Banyan tree which had its roots firmly impregnated in ground; was almost invincible to dismantle even when the entire army tried to tear it down. Your love for me was not like the swashbuckling aircraft which transported the passenger at electric speeds from one destination to another; made him feast on the magnificent cocoon of white clouds as he sipped wine seated on the plush upholstery; before eventually leaving him to crawl miserably towards his destination on naked feet, Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the divine fairy wandering in the cosmos; who inundated my senses every unfurling second with all the pleasure and fantasy that existed on this planet. And your love for me was not like the throbbing heart which palpitated beyond the point of no control at one instant, and relinquished breath the other; abandoning me in a condition of complete disbelief and disarray; Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the soul which was timeless; which would continue to live for unfathomable number of years even after the last entity on this earth had died; which strangulated me entirely in its perpetual grip; which gave my life a new beginning every time I felt I was dead.

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STEALING MY HEART It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my car; whizzed past the meandering slopes of the valley at roaring speeds; and blended profusely with the spirit of adventure, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my swanky perfume bottle; flooded your entire entity by prolifically sprinkling the same; basked in the aisles of unsurpassable fragrance that emanated as a ramification, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my shoes; audaciously clambered up the mountains; tightly fitting them to your nimble skinned soles, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my drum replete with glistening jewels; embellished your entire body with scintillating garments portraying them bombastically to the outside world, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my appetizing morsels of food; feasted on the same sipping delectable pints of red wine on the verdant slopes of the ecstatic waterfall, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my entire wardrobe of clothes; philandered through the rustic fields adorned in cowboy boots; audaciously brandishing your tomboyish attire, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my feather tipped pen; sketched exquisite shapes of the voluptuous stars lingering in the cosmos; emptied all the ink entrapped within to sign the bulky chequebooks, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my books; had a smashing time in browsing through the majestic ensemble of beautiful words; drowning yourself wholesomely into the tantalizing fantasy imprisoned within, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my colossal dwelling; leaving me scorched and dry on the streets to uncertainly weave my way around, It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my children; frolicked and enjoyed with them on the sea shores; while I brooded incessantly in moments of gruesome silence, 476

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It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my diamond studded sword; swished it violently around; pretentiously pretending to inhabit the royal throne, It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole by bushy beard and moustache; tossing my hair around in unprecedented glee; after plucking them from my skin furtively in the night, It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole every single penny of my wealth; absconded away with the gargantuan conglomerate of currency that I had perspired for all my life, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my entire fleet of teeth; adroitly removing them after injecting me with unfathomable doses of sedation; giving them as a special bone to your pet dog to relish and chew, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my fame; perfidiously bad mouthed about me to as far and wide as you possibly could in this world; trying to abysmally look me down in front of people whom I irrefutably revered and adored, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my infectious smile; whipping me indefatigably with your acerbic string of sardonic comments; made me cry by hurling at me abuses which I had never come across in the most wildest of my dreams, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my ideals; inevitably compelling me to act against my own wishes; blackmailing me indiscriminately by exploiting my supremely sensitive points, And it really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my life; made me relinquish precious breathing; secretly poisoning the water I gulped; viciously adulterating my big tumbler of morning milk with snake venom, As all these things were too trivial to bother me; for you had already committed a robbery even greater than this stealing my heart when you met me several years ago; making me a slave of your immortal love; And today whatever else you stole did not impact me the slightest; simply and miserably failed to bother me at all.

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THE PERFECT MALE ATTIRE Gloves of sensuality; to caress the skin with unprecedented relish; send shivers of untamed exhilaration down the spine, Shoes of invincible victory; marching on the remotest of land; waving the flag of triumph in flamboyant spurts of fervor, A tie blended with flirtatious mischief; used to blindfold the eyes in wholesome entirety, A watch of incessant speed; ticking indefatigably round the clock; in wee hours of the midnight; as well as in the peak of the brilliantly sunlit day, A shirt of stupendously woven designs; ruffled majestically at the collar; to captivate the attention of every ravishingly wandering damsel, A necklace of daintily scintillating pearls; extracted freshly from the oyster; drowning every entity in the ocean of its profoundly pearly shine, A pair of astoundingly stitched socks; imparting compassionate warmth to the feet; enticing every eye towards the petite leg, A tantalizing shade of mystical mascara; conjuring every breathing soul around with the magic in its enigmatic charm, A trouser of pure jute; with mesmerizing rings of denim and golden buttons to engulf the sensuous belly, Rings of holistic diamond shimmering in tandem on the finger; painstakingly luring every fairy in the unfathomable resplendence of its shine, A perfume of exotic sandalwood shrub; wafting a supremely seductive aura from the perspiring armpits, An oil that glistens even under placid rays of the moon; radiates boisterously in pugnacious daylight, A belt studded profusely with delectable biscuits of opalescent silver; granting the visage a terrifically marvelous shape, keeping the entire demeanor in perfectly synchronized condition, Sunglasses embodied with vivid fossil shells; engendering females to gasp in open mouthed consternation; metamorphosing the acerbic color of polluted air into enchanting green, An oligarchic coat embellished with royally sculptured beads; standing out incredulously amongst the group the wild gypsies, 478

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A fountain of redolent rose powder; lingering voluptuously on the robust cheeks; flooding the nose with a poignantly tangy freshness, An overwhelmingly spiffy hairstyle; and each follicle of the scalp impregnated with rudimentary grass root oil, Ornamental cufflinks to bond the sleeves; sometimes an alluring tool for visitors to sight their own reflection; admire themselves till timeless eternity, A grandiloquent pen fitted dexterously to the waist coat pocket; a symbol of unprecedented sophistication; and signing a plethora of autographs on every lady's hands, Was all that I required to dress in from head to inconspicuous toe; encompass my body in the most fascinating clothing that I could ever dream off or intransigently perceive; infact what I would like to term succinctly as THE PERFECT MALE ATTIRE…

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ALL THAT I COULD EVER DREAM OF When I lived in the beer bottle; all that I could ever dream of was an ocean of inebriating alcohol; streams of frothy booze putting me to everlasting sleep, When I lived in the conventional television; all that I could ever dream was a myriad of sleazy characters; uttering a festoon of ostentatious dialogues; trying their best to trigger the gloomy audience into hilarious smiles, When I lived on the pugnacious fire body of the blazing Sun; all that I could ever dream of was unprecedented heat; sizzling rays of golden light stringently entrenching every iota of my skin, When I lived in the refrigerator; all that I could ever dream of was frozen crusts of white ice; silver streams of chilled liquid cascading down painstakingly over my naked chest, When I lived in the steep well; all that I could ever dream of was morbid darkness; the slime coated frog bouncing euphorically; flooding the solitary ambience around with its discordant croaks, When I lived in the birds nest; all that I could ever dream of was a cocoon of shimmering white eggs; pairs of innocuous young fledglings squealing ecstatically in new born life, When I lived in the ocean; all that I could ever dream of was gargantuan loads of salt and frothy spray; scores of delectable fish gliding vivaciously gliding past my nose; spreading unfathomable waves of fantasy in my heart, When I lived in the veins; all that I could ever dream of was crimson blood; gushing in sheer rhapsody through the conglomerate of tender bone and dainty flesh, When I lived in the country gutter; all that I could ever dream of was fetid sewage; the horrendously obnoxious stench of decaying garbage infiltrating every instant in my nose, When I lived in the deserts; all that I could ever dream of was unsurpassable territories of sweltering hot sands; the belligerent thorns of cactus staring in animosity at the travelers who traversed by, When I lived in the handle of the gleaming butcher knife; all that I could ever dream of was the merciless assassination of several innocent sheep; 480

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shearing apart their succulent body in order to appease the demons gluttony, When I lived in the fields of fathomless cotton; all that I could ever dream of was immaculate pieces of silken cloth; an infinite ensemble of gaudy cloth hung tantalizingly in the showrooms, When I lived in the voluptuous coagulation of ominous black clouds; all that I could ever dream of was tumultuous streaks of thunder lightening; ferocious droplets of sparkling rain pelting incessantly on the trajectory of this earth, When I lived in the pristine oyster; all that I could ever dream of was the boundless assembly of glowing pearls; the exorbitant opulence and glamour encapsulating the neck of every princess, When I lived in the scalp; all that I could ever dream of tons of animated hair drifting in the direction of the breeze; incomprehensible granules of disdainful dandruff feasting merrily on the skull, When I lived in raw mud; all that I could ever dream of was clusters of grass sprouting out in rampant tandem; the hideous snakes and worms crawling furtively into their respective burrows at night, When I lived in the automobile tyre; all that I could ever dream of was several bellows of freshly trapped air; electric speeds enveloping me every second as the car galloped into the jagged necklace of hills, When I lived in the lap of my mother; all that I could ever dream of was my nostalgic childhood; the moments of inexorable mischief that I had executed while pulling her nose; incorrigibly refraining to study when she scolded me, When I lived in the Omnipotent statue of the Almighty creator; all that I could ever dream of was the entire Universe; the magnificent beauty that he had evolved to admire; the astounding prowess that he had endowed upon every human being to create an entity possessing his own blood, And when I lived in the heart of my beloved; all that I could ever dream was pure love; drowning in the aisles of her ravishing romance; blending my impoverished soul in the stream of her passionate breath to exist blissfully in this life; as well as many more lives to come…

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YOUR HEART WAS THE BEST Your hair were as vivacious as the pelting drops of rain; cascading tantalizingly over your petite shoulders, Your eyes were as voluptuous as freshly extracted red wine; drowning me in an ocean of unparalleled enchantment, Your feet were as intricate as the daintily glistening stars; engendering me to worship them incessantly in meek obeisance, Your hands were the sole source of my destiny; with their resplendent softness sending shivers down my spine as they gently caressed me, Your lips were like mesmerizing fountains of golden honey; putting me into a celestial stupor with their fleet of enigmatic tunes, Your skin was as silken as pure cow milk; metamorphosing into tinges of passionate scarlet as you strolled past my side, Your fingers were as beautiful as the rudimentary tree roots; exotically igniting unburned fires in my persona as they weaved through my scalp, Your teeth were a formidable fortress of magnificent ivory; prominently depicting the most fascinating of smiles that I had ever perceived in this world, Your voice was sweeter than the most melodious of cuckoo; pacifying my conglomerate of profoundly agitated nerves better than the best of painkiller, Your cheeks were as tangy as the ravishing cluster of crimson cherries; portraying your incredulously sweet aura even in the most horrendously appalling darkness, Your neck was as flexible as the undulating waves of the ocean; turning instantaneously to even the most minuscule of my command, Your sweat was as golden as the glittering slabs of gold; sparkling gorgeously under belligerent rays of the fiery Sun, Your stomach was as sensuous as the bathing shark; fomenting me to wake up in utter bewilderment; even from the midst of impregnably deep sleep, Your ears were as sharp as the mystically beaked owl; intricately deciphering even the most incoherent of my whispers, Your armpits were like the entrance to divine heaven; enticing me incorrigibly to take shelter under their 482

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stupendously alluring grace, Your tongue was like the fabulously redolent rose; flooding my dead veins with inexorable exhilaration as it slurped white pints of titillating champagne, Your blood was like the flamboyant island of Sun; incinerating the inferno of love simmering in my veins to animatedly leap towards the sky, Your countenance was like the Royal princess; immortally bonding me in the invincible arms of your unfathomable desire, And your heart was the best in the entire cosmos; throbbing indefatigably without the slightest of rest; throbbing relentlessly even in the most gruesomely dismal of situation; more importantly than all; throbbing louder than ferocious thunder in the sky when it witnesses me; as it only and irrefutably mine…

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SIMPLY NOT ENOUGH When I held a fat slab of wax in blistering fire; it painstakingly melted as the passionate flames kissed its dainty periphery; eventually reducing to a pool of solitary liquid,’ When I held a trunk of seasoned wood in blazing waves of orange fire; the timber mercilessly charred into embers of raw ash; as the seconds unveiled by and the heat augmented to tumultuous proportions, When I held a mountain of blank paper in the menacing swirl of the pugnacious fire; all that was left of them was profoundly black soot; inconspicuous threads of fluff as the vicious plumes licked them from all sides, When I held a field of silky cotton in the sweltering ball of fire; the magnificent cloth evaporated into a thick cloud of white smoke; blended with the open sky as the fire galloped at the fire galloped at fierce pace, When I held a dungeon of gold biscuits and jewels in the belligerent hell of fire; all that remained after a few seconds; was a golden stream of orphaned pale yellow; that floated unceremoniously through the granules of soil, When I held a cluster of ravishing fruits and succulent berries in the heart of the vindictively escalating fire; there was onerous difficulty to search even for the seeds; a few minutes after the hostile flames attacked from all sides, When I held a conglomerate of coiled wires in the ominous conflagration of unrelenting fire; all that was left after a while was dilapidated fragments of shattered metal; overwhelmingly disrupted by the towering heat, When I held a cabin of scintillating glass in the forest of inexorably savage fire; the same people who used to throng it incessantly to admire their tantalizing silhouettes; now ran miles away after sighting their horrendously distorted reflection, When I held a fleet of swanky automobile in the center of the whirlwind speed fire; there was a deafeningly thunderous bang that occurred; and what once seemed to be the princely cavalcade of cars now exploded and 484

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disappeared into plumes of black smoke, When I held a festoon of scarlet roses in the repugnant blanket of brutal fire; all that remained after fractions seconds of time was inconspicuous globules of ash; and the scent which was once supremely redolent now resembled that emanating from the morbid graveyard, When I held an ocean of sweet milk in flamboyant wisps of fire; an obnoxiously burnt stench blended with the still atmosphere; and the solvent which once was ubiquitously known all round the globe for its superlatively salubrious properties; the impregnable strength it imparted after consuming it; now appeared like threateningly dark paint dribbling down slowly from the walls, When I held a sac of robust potatoes in the thick of fulminating fire; all that I got to eat after an hour was gruesomely charred stone; pathetic slices of dust that arose in bountiful amounts all around, When I held the majestic tusks of elephant in the throes of the animatedly leaping fire; all that remained after a day was diminutive shells of utterly hopeless despair; being swept away with even the most tiniest draught of wind, When I held the royal castle in the middle of the agonizingly volatile fire; the place replicated a barren farmland after a few days; and people trespassing around thought that something fresh needed to be constructed; that some crops needed to be freshly sowed, When I held the exorbitantly opulent bank in the agitated island of springing fire; the unfathomable notes of currency wailed in inevitable gloom; and what was once a colossal storehouse for satisfying the most infinitesimal of people's needs; now lay buried several feet beneath the dust, When I held an insurmountably long rope of tangy toothpaste in the entrenchment of boiling fire; there initially wafted an incomprehensibly poignant aroma in the air; soon to be replaced by winds of rotten fish scent, When I held a mammoth box of matchsticks in the body of venomously rising fire; there reverberated a noise that was greater than a thousand bombs; as the sticks incinerated instantaneously into a cloudburst of unending flames; irrevocably refraining to subside, When I held a billion follicles of mesmerizing hair in the belly of acrimoniously stringent fire; the 485

resultant fibers that came out were so profoundly scarred; that even the ghoulish faced witch refrained to adorn them, But when I held me and my beloved in the core of the same treacherous fire; its flames no doubt pulverized our bodies to a pair of frugal bones; but were simply not enough make even the slightest of dent on our immortal love; the perpetual harmony and bliss in which our souls existed for unsurpassable times together; even after our death…

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LIVING DEAD Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous eyes, Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the kitchen sink, Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart of the city, Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp; giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread; to forcefully munch for breakfast, Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted horrendously into the steep valley; eventually exploding and charring me into a cloud of black plumes, Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my dreams, Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you had consumed for lunch last afternoon, Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head; instead of the fir coated and silken pillow, Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water; uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines encompassed within my stomach, Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you cherished and adored, Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of your commands even after midnight, Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was released from the operation room, Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to speak for you every time you opened your mouth, Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup 487

stringently clasped in my hands, Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls; displaying them proudly to every visitor who frequented our dwelling, Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files far away from sight, Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely through my sensitive membranes, Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal; when infact I was an ordinary sage, Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last iota of breath trapped in my lungs, Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my hands clinging to my ears, But please O! beloved, don’t ever leave me and go; for this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far less than the living dead I would become; if you suddenly left me…

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YOU WERE REALLY VERY BEAUTIFUL Everyday I admired your enchanting lips a 1000 times; wholesomely drowning myself into the voluptuous sheen of their luscious excitement, Everyday I admired your silken hair a 1000 times; profoundly lost in their ravishing swirl as they mystically swished, Everyday I admired your dainty fingers a 1000 times; envisaging them to be the sweetest honey ever existing or found on the trajectory of this earth, Everyday I admired your rosy tongue a 1000 times; perceiving its supremely tantalizing taste; the tons of tangy saliva it encapsulated in its delectable chamber, Everyday I admired your emphatic eyes a 1000 times; witnessing my reflection as pellucid as scintillating diamonds in their compassionate moistness, Everyday I admired your seductive voice a 1000 times; thoroughly astounded by the unsurpassable eloquence in your words; the stupendous cadence in your sound, Everyday I admired your immaculate ears a 1000 times; possessing an insatiable urge to whisper into them gently as time unveiled, Everyday I admired your captivating belly a 1000 times; exploring its titillating contours voraciously with my slender hands, Everyday I admired your incomprehensibly alluring eyelashes a 1000 times; kissing them nimbly with my lips; their incessant fluttering engendering me to go right back into my nostalgic childhood, Everyday I admired your petite toes a 1000 times; incredulously relishing the tinkling sound of your silver chains; the moon white disposition of your majestic nails, Everyday I admired your celestially sculptured shadow a 1000 times; bathing my impoverished persona in the enamoring intrigue it generated as soon as I transgressed it by, Everyday I admired your superlatively piquant nose a 1000 times; adored it for indefatigable number of hours; blending myself wholesomely with the moist breath that fervently flowed across my cheek, Everyday I admired your compassionately tiny fists a 489

1000 times; trying to decipher my destiny in the lines impregnated firmly within, Everyday I admired your inevitably magnificent skin a 1000 times; sighting your flesh metamorphose from stark white to profusely crimson; on boundless number of occasions in a single day, Everyday I admired your ingratiatingly imprisoning stare a 1000 times; locking my eyes for eternity into the ocean of invincible agony that you harbored, Everyday I admired your majestically royal yawn a 1000 times; besieging my cowardly demeanor with waves of unparalleled excitement; as infinite shivers passed down my spine, Everyday I admired your irrefutably golden sweat a 1000 times; relishing its poignant odor to the pinnacle of my hearts content, Everyday I admired your flirtatiously dimpled chin a 1000 times; enticing me like a shooting star from the galaxy; to uncontrollably plummet down from the sky, Everyday I admired your natural perfume a 1000 times; basking in its glorious aroma till I transited into a heavenly stupor; waking up only to find it tickling me all over again, Everyday I admired your heartbeat a 1000 times; unprecedentedly enthralled at the turbulent flames they evoked in my chest, And I have no inhibitions whatsoever in saying that as I got up the next day; I still admired your beautiful countenance a 1001st time; as you were the only girl of my dreams; you were really very beautiful…

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MAD The dog was mad after the bone; could run any degree of distance to capsize it in his greedy mouth, The fish was mad after salty water; was ready to fight the preposterously mighty shark in order to swim in an ambience of coral and glistening coral weeds, The squirrel was mad after the succulently delicious nut; nibbling it with great fervor after she had firmly entangled it between her famished jaws, The vulture was mad after satanic chunks of dead meat; soared unrelentingly in circles over the morbid graveyard; all throughout the day and each minute of the starlit night, The ant was mad after orphaned bits of fermented bread; crawling on the same with a whole army of its friends; tearing apart its body with untamed gusto, The desert sands were mad after sparkling water; made the ominous conglomerate of black clouds their best friends; wailed in unison to shower upon their disastrously parched surface; with torrential sheets of rain, The pen was mad after pools of sapphire blue fountain ink; harbored a perennial desire to embed barren paper with boundless lines of free verse, The bird was mad after its cluster of innocuous eggs; inexorably stayed awake the entire night guarding them against the tiniest of evil; imparting them the compassionate warmth to hatch into mesmerizing fledglings, The watch was mad after its pairs of needles; which incessantly ticked all day and night; producing a daintily gurgling sound as each second unleashed by, The chimpanzee was mad after the raw sheaf of green bananas; peeling a second one of its salubrious pulpy skin; even before he had properly gobbled down the first one down, The cat was mad after its bowl of frosty milk; surreptitiously waited in the dark ceiling; for its chance to guzzle down the liquid at insane speeds, The mongoose was mad after the venomous snake; tremendously relishing even the slightest of opportunity to imprison one in its jaws; rip apart the diabolical hood and the river of venom; to have a feast under the tenacious moon, The veins were mad after scarlet streams of blood; 491

wanted them at any cost to circulate rampantly through their body; render them with robust health and overwhelming gratification, The tongue was mad after voice; had this insatiable urge to speak every minute; bask in the pompous glory of the flurry of sounds it generated, The sky was mad after its iridescent blanket of stars; wanted every divinely night of its to be studded with infinite shimmering jewels of their kind, The witch was mad after new born children; slurped its mouth in unfathomable ecstasy when she saw a healthy baby being born on this globe, The drunkard was mad after opulent bottles of cherry wine; banging his feet; uncouthly tearing his head apart in frustration when he was denied access to his favorite elixir, The mosquito was mad after ripe flesh; indefatigably tyrannizing blissfully sleeping angels with its obnoxiously repelling sting, The cow was mad after leafy mountains of green grass; painstakingly munching it all throughout the day to wholesomely appease its sacrosanct senses, The mother was mad after her child; starving her stomach to unprecedented limits; in order to feed her impeccable infant, The Creator was mad after this entire Universe; articulately synchronizing and governing the movement of each tangible and intangible being; ensuring that the essence of life remained for immortal times, And I was mad after my beloved; wildly captivated in the bonds of her flamboyantly fiery love; blending with her moist breath since countless births gone; and countless more births to unveil…

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JUST ONE STARE OF HERS Just one smile of hers; was enough to make me forget my ocean of unprecedented sorrow, Just one tear of hers; was enough to make me melt in meek submission on the cold ground, Just one word of hers; was enough to make me perceive the entire Universe; drown into an ocean of boundless enchantment, Just one dimple of hers; was enough to make me profoundly admire beauty; uninhibitedly engulf myself into a fabulous paradise, Just one shadow of hers; was enough to make me solve all enigmas of life; immensely simplify my incredulously complicated existence, Just one finger of hers; was enough to make me become oblivious to my entire body; become completely immune to the most bizarre of pain, Just one hair of hers; was enough to make me imagine the most spell binding images incarcerated in this world; the ravishing softness and poignant melody lingering in the atmosphere, Just one lip of hers; was enough to make me swirl in tumultuously passionate desire; make me perpetually long for sweet nectar entrapped in the golden beehives, Just one shout of hers; was enough to make me forget all my fears; stand like an invincible fortress in the way of whatever was trying to invidiously harm her, Just one leg of hers; was enough to make me astoundingly gasp; ignite dormant infernos sleeping lazily in my soul, Just one whistle of hers; was enough to make me ecstatically dance; gyrate my body uncontrollably under the pearly midnight moon, Just one tongue of hers; was enough to make me gruesomely famished; long for all the tantalizing food that sizzled on this planet, Just one fist of hers; was enough to make me envisage about all the muscle that wandered on this globe; generated impregnable power in my supremely dreary bones, Just one eye of hers; was enough to make me indulge in astronomically flirtatious mischief; tease the grass stalks and whatever else came my way; as I languidly trespassed on chocolate brown soil, 493

Just one look of hers; was enough to make me to forget my reflection; profusely blend myself with the titillating mascara adorning her lashes, Just one scent of hers; was enough to make me to condemn all other perfume; inhale her enamoring persona for fathomless decades to unleash, Just one breath of hers; was enough to make me swoon on the ground; transform into a celestial reverie for times immemorial, Just one heart beat of hers; was enough to make me overwhelmingly love; gather all the strength and tenacity required to fight for existence, And just one stare of hers; was enough to make me relinquish palpable life; pack my bag for the royal heavens and die…

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THE CAVITY WAS PURELY MINE Each building had boundless floors; but for me the best floor was the floor on which she resided; danced in tireless exuberance and untamed passion every unfurling hour, Each city had boundless roads; but for me the best road was the one on which she trespassed; purifying the soil on which she tread with her sacrosanct footsteps, Each garden had boundless roses; but for me the best rose was the one she caressed; left her exotic perfume lingering mystically upon its enchanting persona, Each tree had boundless branches; but for me the best branch was the one on which she sat; imparting it her compassionate warmth and stupendously charismatic grace, Each dictionary had boundless words; but for me the best word was the one she uttered; explicitly pronounced it with majestic authority, Each cloud in the cosmos showered boundless droplets of rain; but for me the best droplet was the one that drenched her completely; made her look even more voluptuous in the creamy shine of the moonlit night, Each kite had boundless strings; but for me the best string was the one which she adroitly pulled; fomenting the canvas to escalate with handsome supremacy in the boisterous packet of fervent air, Each day had boundless minutes; but for me the best minute was the one in which she smiled; profoundly illuminated the abysmally dreary atmosphere with the rhapsody circulating in her countenance, Each light had boundless rays; but for me the best ray was the one which fell on her gorgeously hazel eyes; providing my miserably defeated body with the inevitable rejuvenation and tenacity it badly wanted, Each mountain had boundless slopes; but for me the best slope was the one on which she ebulliently wandered; metamorphosing its barren demeanor into one with fecund and bountiful fertility, Each bank had boundless notes; but for me the best note was the one which she hoisted; granting it the magical prowess of proliferating at electric speeds on its very own, Each river had boundless streams; but for me the best stream was the one in which she bathed; sending 495

uncontrollable shivers down my spine when I sighted her tantalizingly ravishing hair, Each cactus had boundless thorns; but for me the best thorn was the one she inadvertently pricked; as I got an infinitesimally minuscule chance; the supreme privilege of bonding with her droplet of poignantly crimson blood, Each train had boundless windows; but for me the best window was the one in which she sighted her royal reflection; gave a new definition to beauty as she uninhibitedly admired the fabulously fleeting scenery, Each hand had boundless lines; but for me the best line was the one she traced; deciphered its deeply enigmatic meaning; the bearing it would have on future life, Each rainbow had boundless shades; but for me the best shade was the one which she adored; bounced with unprecedented jubilation as it pilfered in through her pellucid bedroom glass, Each school had boundless children; but for me the best child was the one she lifted in her egalitarian arms; deluging its innocuous ears with tales of mystical mankind, Each skin had boundless hair; but for me the best hair was the one she ardently stroked; triggering a catharsis of fiery emotions to naturally emit out, Each showroom had boundless clothes; but foe me the best fabric was the one she wore on her superlatively impeccable body; the one which diffused her mesmerizing fragrance for centuries unsurpassable, And each heart had boundless cavities; but for me the best cavity was the one which immortally incarcerated her love; and as a matter of fact I was irrefutably proud to state that in this case; the cavity belonged only to me; the cavity was purely mine…

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I KNEW HER BETTER THAN I KNEW MY BREATH I knew her better than I knew the lines of my palm; which I sighted unrelentingly each minute of the day, I knew her better than I knew my ability to voraciously talk; explicitly uttering more than a million sentences a day, I knew her better than I knew the complexion of my skin; the rubicund tinge and the robust glow that I had overwhelmingly enjoyed since many years, I knew her better than I knew my shadow; the inscrutably enchanting form that had been following me since eternity; in brilliant shades of sunlight, I knew her better than I knew the food trapped in my dainty stomach; the appetizing blend of roasted vegetables and fruit juice that I had consumed just a few minutes ago, I knew her better than I knew my conglomerate of fortified bones; incorporating loads of impregnable strength, I knew her better than I knew my eyes; the unfathomable hours they could remain awake; sight and prudently discern astounding beauty wandering in this vast Universe, I knew her better than I knew my crimson blood; the voluptuous stream that painstakingly gushed out; when I scraped against an acrimonious thorn, I knew her better than I knew my legs; the robust pinches of exhilaration encapsulated inside; the fervent longing besieging them to shrug all inhibitions and thunderously run, I knew her better than I knew my silver sweat; the rhapsodic perspiration that ran down my arms; every time I conquered new summits in life, I knew her better than I knew my mystical whisper; the hushed tones in which I furtively communicated with my sacrosanct Creator every morning as I woke up from sedate sleep, I knew her better than I knew my deafening yawn; the laziness that rampantly permeated my persona; after toiling the entire day under sweltering rays of the pugnacious Sun, I knew her better than I knew my ambitions; the 497

insatiable urge in my demeanor to blatantly trespass over acrid milestones, I knew her better than I knew my luscious lips; the tantalizing charm that camouflaged them; made them the darling of whomsoever who caressed their lingering softness, I knew her better than I knew my fortress of scintillating teeth; the inevitable tenacity they possessed to scrupulously crunch the meal of their choice, I knew her better than I knew my ability to relentlessly write; emboss spell binding verses of blossoming poetry every early morning and late night, I knew her better than I knew the noise produced when I clapped; harmoniously united both hands of mine to inundate the still ambience with triumphant sound, I knew her better than I knew my heart beat; the infinite number of times in a day it turbulently palpitated; the volatile energy it imparted to my dreary soul to inch forward and holistically survive, And I knew her better than I knew my breath; the very minuscule draught of air which I had inhaled unsurpassable number of times since the time I was born; infact the very reason that I was merrily writing and living today….

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GAME OF LOVE I played a game of soccer; kicking the rotund football with rampant frenzy; when I felt the muscles in my feet were pertinently aching, I played a game of cricket; swishing the cherry shaped ball boundless feet out of the oval ground; when I felt that the disdainful cluster of knots building up in my hands were raring to be wholesomely released, I played a game of basketball; levitating my feet countless inches from the ground to find the sweet spot of the crisscrossed net; when I felt an insatiable urge in my persona to be as tall as the lanky building, I played a game of cards; manipulatively dealing the resplendent paper across the furry table; when I felt that the currency in my pocket was rapidly diminishing; and I didn’t want to slog it under the sweltering heat of the midday Sun, I played a game of long tennis; articulately maneuvering my gaudy racket all round the court; when I felt that an unrelenting urge to defeat my horrendous adversary, I played a game of wind sailing; dexterously steering my long clothed boat against a battalion of turbulently tangy ocean waves; when I felt the exhilaration evaporating at swashbuckling speeds from my veins; an incorrigible spell of dull sleep besieging my slender framework of bones, I played a game of chess; ingeniously moving my pieces on the enigmatically checkered board; when I felt that the dead cells in my mind; the dolorous stagnancy in my demeanor needed that captivating rejuvenation, I played a game of hide and seek; flirtatiously camouflaging myself behind the bushes away from the sight of my girl; when I felt mystical pangs of naughty mischief mildly caress my soul, I played a game of table tennis; bashing the hollow plastic with fervent intensity virtually into my opponents face; when I felt that my ears were dying to hear that ping pong sound which so delectably made them oblivious to this mundane world, I played a game of swimming; passionately waving my arms to emulate a silver dolphin in the pool; when I felt that the skin enveloping my body was dying a premature death; the hair on my back had slept long 499

ago, I played a game of long jump; escalating my whole body to stupendous heights over the flimsy bar; when I felt a tingling sensation in my mind to conquer the acrimonious flurry of hurdles, I played a game of hockey; careening the round marble with my stick right into the heart of the goal; when I felt that the food in my stomach was rotting to hell; needed some indispensable activity to be harmoniously digested, I played a game of ice skating; gliding as smoothly as a white eagle across the frozen coat of scintillating snow; when I felt that an celestial urge to cover marathon miles without a single walk or run, I played a game of sword fighting; audaciously clanging pugnacious metal with metal under the pearly rays of the full moonlight; when I felt that my senses wanted to duplicate the royal king; adopt his supremely oligarchic techniques to savor the flavor of majestic life, I played a game of crossword puzzle; meticulously synchronizing and arranging a fleet of alphabets in chronological rows in order to make prudent sense; when I felt that I needed to inevitably brush up my fading vocabulary; before it entirely disappeared with the passing clouds, I played a game of staring; looking inexorably into my partners eyes till God himself descended on this earth ordered them to close; when I felt that the tenacity in vision was getting hazier by the unfurling minute; the lazy obscurity could almost make me blind, I played a game of billiards; stroking the white beacon handsomely with my rosewood stick; when I felt wanted to uninhibitedly feast my eyes on the island of fur coated green; make the table compassionately resonate under the weight of my magnificent ivory rod, I played a game of whistling; melodiously deluging the perpetually still ambience with a compendium of ravishing tunes; when I intransigently felt that my lips do the talking instead of my fat tongue, I played a game of screaming; shouting explosively over the contemporary mike; when I felt that my nimble voice took decades to be heard; and people turned an abysmally deaf ear; everytime I spoke, I played a game of snakes and ladders; wistfully tossing the dice to climb the perilous mountain; when I felt that I had become overwhelmingly mature; needed to revive my nostalgic memories; go right back into 500

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innocuous childhood, And I played a game of love; ardently embracing my beloved; drowning myself in mind; body; spirit and soul into the cloud of her enchanting romance; to live life blissfully; allow several others of my kind to do the same in the infinite moments yet to unveil; the years still to come….

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IN ORDER TO SIGN THE BOND OF LOVE In order to sign the bombastic chequebook; I used an ink resembling pure sapphire pearls, In order to sign the hotel guestbook; I used an ink suckled from freshly tantalizing Mountain mud, In order to sign the dreaded terrorist's death sentence; I used an ink extracted from venomous reptile skins, In order to sign the blissful peace treaty between neighboring continents; I used an ink extracted from poignantly delectable raspberry, In order to sign my best friends palm; I used an ink withdrawn from astoundingly tangy lemon, In order to sign on the innocuous student's annual examination paper; I used an ink extracted from the austerely scarlet rose, In order to sign in the official company register; I used an ink of nimble light blue, In order to sign on the ragged village wall; I used an ink suckled from indigenous cowdung, In order to sign on the baby's cheeks; I used an ink of wholesomely impeccable and sacrosanct cow milk, In order to sign on the dead man's will; I used an ink extracted from the perpetually silent and ghoulish owl, In order to sign on the ingeniously written scientist's thesis; I used an ink of contemporary silver and slippery mercury, In order to sign on the celestially embossed marriage invitation; I used an ink extricated from the fabulously gorgeous pink lotus, In order to sign on my salary increment application; I used an ink of intractably adhering black paint, In order to sign on the overwhelmingly confidential presidential document; I used an ink of glittering emerald green; evacuated from the fossils loitering in tandem on the century old ocean bed, In order to sign the artist's majestic painting; I used an ink extracted from royally curled oligarchic peacock quills, In order to sign the horrendously corrupt politician's ordeal; I used an ink of exorbitantly cheap and stinking gutter water, 502

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In order to sign the aristocratically woven recommendation letter; I used an ink imprisoned in the heart of the marvelously radiating oyster, In order to sign the gardeners pending bills; I used an ink extracted from ravishingly fresh green grass, In order to sign the feeble patient's crisp hospital vouchers; I used an ink of the most stringent antiseptic, In order to sign the film star's swanky autobiography; I used an ink resembling glamorous diamonds sparkling tenaciously in the garish showroom, In order to sign the birth certificate of the immaculate tied orphan for securing admission in playtime nursery; I used an ink extracted from the vividly vivacious cluster of red cherry, In order to sign the magicians insurmountably enigmatic visiting card; I used an ink extracted from mystical blueberry herb, And in order to sign the bond of love; the pact of immortal romance between me and my beloved; I used an ink of my very own and profusely passionate crimson blood…

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THE WAVE OF LOVE It was a wave that besieged me with the agony of supremely passionate desire; augmenting violently as every second unfurled, It was a wave that embedded in me unprecedented exhilaration; fomented me to dance ecstatically under tenacious beams of silvery moonlight, It was a wave that uncannily struck my senses; induced in me an insatiable yearning to stare into open space, It was a wave that engendered me to sweat incessantly; dream bombastically all throughout the lengthy night, It was a wave that made me run barechested on the crowded street; shrugging all my sanctimonious inhibitions into thin air, It was a wave that made me completely oblivious to the unveiling of time; made me relinquish all prospects of spurious growth in the profoundly professional and mundane world, It was a wave that made me bask in the glory of the stupendously cool atmosphere; the air which I previously considered to be disastrously sultry and hot, It was a wave that enveloped my impoverished persona like an overwhelmingly turbulent cyclone; gobbling me unsparingly in its impregnable swirl,’ It was a wave that took away all my hunger; and yet rendered me craving for more and more morsels of food, It was a wave that triggered me to bathe in passionate perspiration; even in the midst of the austerely cascading snow, It was a wave that made me abdicate all my prudence and discerning ability; propelling me to walk enthusiastically even on the diabolically toothed shark, It was a wave that made me wholesomely immune to the most deadliest of snakes crawling in vicinity; fervently awaiting an opportunity to strike me with their dangerously venomous fangs, It was a wave which stole all my sagacious memory; made me entirely forget my delectable surrounding; my very own complete name, It was a wave which pierced me like an electric bullet; jolted me from the thick of blissful sleep; well past after wee hours of the lonely midnight, 504

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It was a wave which caused me to make several trips to the mental asylum; as I was utterly unable to speak any other word except one, It was a wave which drowned me totally into an ocean of seductive fantasy; one which simply didn’t seem to have a definite end, It was a wave which blended with my blood faster than any liquid or food could coagulate; imparting me with a Herculean stamina that no force on this earth could ever dream to curb, It was a wave which viciously increased the pace of my heart; made it audible to even the birds perched right on the summit of the colossal treetops, It was a wave which voluptuously tantalized me till my last breath; evoked infinite gooze-bumps to creep up my body as each day stumbled into fiery night, It was a wave which mesmerized me so deeply; that I literally forgot that I had an entity of my own; that there was a melodiously enthralling voice blatantly subdued in the chamber of my moistened throat, It was a wave which had no caste; religion; color or ostentatious creed; swept me off the ground like a frigidly timid broomstick, It was a wave which had no dimension or length; instilled in my blood a robust cheer that amplified leaps and bounds by the unfolding minute, It was a wave which perpetually swelled; kept on igniting the inferno of uncontrollable desire; for countless centuries to unveil in the center of my heart, It was a wave which had made me deplorably blind; as I tripped embarrassingly on every step that I took; even before I could hoist my tender feet, It was a wave which had no head; no tail; no significant entity; yet had the unfathomable prowess of luring me with its charm; the instant it nimbly caressed me, It was a wave which enticed me from the pinnacle of solitary boredom; set my life to a heavenly blissful and happy pace, It was a wave which imparted my eyes with a divinely glow; that levitated to unimaginable heights as the clock sped by, It was a wave which made time tick past at astounding speeds; and the stages of gloomy remorse which once stabbed me like a million needles; not got replaced by a wistful longing for more moments in every day, It was a wave which never crashed against the chain of 505

satanic rocks; immortally kept titillating me with its poignant ebullience, It was a wave which made me pathetically flounder at every little aspect of life; yet emerge out victorious as the supremely unconquerable winner, It was a wave which taught me to embrace a person; trespassing intrepidly across pompous barricades of the orthodox society, It was a wave which initiated me to believe in things that I had nonchalantly dismissed before; more importantly made me believe in the Omnipotent aura of God, It was a wave which had the indefatigable power to defeat the entire Universe single handed; reign supreme over all the wealth and power for times immemorial, It was a wave which made me stagger on just one thought for eternity; exasperated all those around me; wherever I went, It was a wave which was more fragrant than the most incredulous of scent; ardently tickled the inner most rudiments of my reckless conscience, It was a wave which impregnated my demeanor with spell bounding magic; metamorphosing everything I felt and softly brushed into glittering gold, It was a wave which gave me the freedom to speak what I wanted; perceive the most unconventional conditions engulfing monotonous life, It was a wave which made me realize that I had a definite purpose to fulfill; induced in me an unsurpassable desire to lead life, And the most special thing about it was; that it was a wave which inevitably cast its ingratiating charm on every youth of my kind; incarcerating trembling bodies in the current of its fathomless volatile energy; for it was none other than THE WAVE OF LOVE….

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I WANTED TO IMMORTALLY RESIDE I didn’t want a place in your ostentatiously embellished fabric; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your violently throbbing heart instead, I didn’t want a place in your voluptuously lingering mascara; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your mesmerizing eye instead, I didn’t want a place in the pompous vermilion coated on your forehead; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your ingenious brain instead, I didn’t want a place in your sleazily glittering nailpolish; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the center of your palm instead, I didn’t want a place in the delectably fluffs of shampoo overflowing seductively from your scalp; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your tantalizingly black and ravishing hair instead, I didn’t want a place in the resplendent chain encapsulating your belly; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the cushioned interiors of your robust stomach instead, I didn’t want a place in the golden glasses of wine which were kept on your mantelpiece; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the stupendously fragrant sweat which oozed down your arms instead, I didn’t want a place in your alluringly deceptive lipstick; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your lusciously pink lips instead, I didn’t want a place in your slender network of boundlessly huge veins; I infact wanted to reside in the crimson streams of your blood instead, I didn’t want a place in the smoke that engulfed you at all times of the day; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your ardently passionate breath instead, I didn’t want a place in your exorbitantly costly designer shoe; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your celestial feet instead, I didn’t want a place in your opalescent pair of vanity earrings; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your daintily dangling ears instead, I didn’t want a place in the armory of diamonds which incessantly glowed on your petite fingers; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your tightly clasped and fervent fists instead, I didn’t want a place in the voice that floated from 507

your persona for a few seconds and then disappeared into obsolete oblivion; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your incredulously rosy tongue instead, I didn’t want a place in the shimmering chain of silver enveloping your elongated neck; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the profoundly mystically valley of your throat instead, I didn’t want a place in the grandiloquently jewel studded watch camouflaging your wrists; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the pulse that indefatigably palpitated beneath your sparkling skin instead, I didn’t want a place in the astoundingly appetizing granules of food you consumed several times in a single day; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your immaculately scintillating teeth instead, I didn’t want a place in the spuriously spongy car seat in which you sat; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the most volatile of your fantasy; the most fabulously titillating of your dreams instead, And I didn’t want a place in every person whom you encountered on the streets in your struggle for existence each day and night; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your euphorically palpable life instead…

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THE NIGHT WAS STILL ALIVE The butter was still fresh; with adorable crusts of cream oozing poignantly from its molten persona, The rose was still blossoming; with its ravishing redolence reinvigorating everything around in dull atmosphere, The stream was still gushing at electric speeds; with its gurgling waters diffusing into spell binding froth after clashing against the chain of ecstatic rocks, The peacock was still dancing; with its feathers spread wildly wide to a completely full and exotically animated plumage, The grass blades were still awake; with glistening dew drops now enigmatically caressing their intricate visage, The stars still twinkled in the sky; with the magnificent white beams of light casting a majestic spell on the body of pathetically scorched earth, The leaves still vibrantly rustled with the wind; inscrutably whispering their nostalgic tales of day; their stupendously enamoring anecdotes of the past, The lion still roared euphorically; puncturing the sedate ambience with an uncanny thrill that was never experienced before, The nightingale still sang its melodious rhymes; captivating every tangible and intangible entity with the fascinating melody in its sound, The clouds still collided in the sky; pelting droplets of rejuvenating rain in tumultuous fury, The ducks still floated in the serene pond; fomenting blissful ripples to spread infectiously around; profoundly enlightening the night with their flurry of boisterous quacks, The chameleon still fluttered its ominous tail; tantalizingly changing color; splendidly blending with the surrounding it went, The mammoth stacks of green chili were still flaming; violently embodying the area around with a distinctly piquant odor; a scent that could bring life into the dead, The Moon still shone a tenacious white; with its creamy rays filtering a path through the stringently dolorous darkness, The chill still lingered pertinently; perpetuating infinite goose-bumps to inevitably creep up the body, 509

The horde of impeccable rabbits still frolicked in their burrows; playing hide and seek with the drifting clouds and shine, The preposterously fat python still slithered through the marshes; furtively awaiting to gobble its prey; in the clandestine darkness concealing his belly, The spider still spun its web; running at astounding speeds from one end to the other; producing marvelously shimmering silk with its slime, C'mon let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest O! beloved; bask in the aisles of uninhibited desire and romance; for the night was still young; the darkness had set blazing fire to our senses; the night was still alive…

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YOU WERE IN MY EVERY HEARTBEAT You were in every step that I took; caressing the earth softly with my indigenously sculptured feet, You were in every smile that I executed; spreading a wave of unprecedented cheer in an atmosphere laden heavily with inexplicable gloom, You were in every promise that I made; impregnating impoverished demeanor's with heaps of fortification and rejuvenating assurance, You were in every challenge that I undertook; unequivocally proving my flamboyantly Herculean mettle in this world, You were in every kiss that I blew; deluging the drearily starved ambience with an ocean of passionate fantasy and fiery romance, You were in every image that I witnessed; marvelously embellishing and adorning even the most hideously insipid of sights wandering on this planet, You were in every yawn that I produced lazily at ethereal dawn; fomenting me to start the heavenly day with unparalleled exuberance in my body, You were in every word that I embodied with my own blood; making it more valuable than any amount of wealth ever found on this globe, You were in every tear that I shed; blissfully purifying the area you fell with the irrefutably philanthropic essence lingering in your soul, You were in every line that I sung; driving the last ounce of despair from my miserably shriveled and exhausted life, You were in every mischief that I played; transiting me back to my days of innocuous childhood; the unfathomable naughtiness circumventing my persona even today, You were in every punch that I imparted with my palms; augmenting my strength to astounding limits when I faced the ominously vicious and bad, You were in every tale that I had to recite; intransigently captivating the most ruthless of personality in the fervent intensity of our immortal love, You were in every droplet of my blood that flowed through my veins; giving it the status of being more cherished than the most boundless of ocean; more revered than the most holiest of liquid trickling in 511

this Universe, You were in every dream that I envisaged; making me the richest man on soil; sitting merely on my dingy hut's doorstep, You were in every scripture that I imbibed in life; metamorphosing me from a simple illiterate; to the most knowledgeable entity ever born, You were in every morsel of food that I ate in my quota of limited years; placating my uncontrollable hunger; with the mesmerizing grace of your tantalizing charm, You were in every breath that I inhaled; deluging and wholesomely encapsulating my lungs with the ardor to live, And you were in every beat that my heart took almost infinite times in a single day; triggering me with the insurmountable tenacity to fight life; find a place of my own to live amongst the pack of wolves that surrounded me every instant; the acrimonious bed of thorns surreptitiously waiting to gobble me; the moment I tread…

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I STILL FAILED To get out of the towering building; I used the golden escalators; slipping down like a harmoniously dying fountain, To get out of the dingily dark well; I used a thick rope as a tenacious pulley to hoist me from the imprisoned ambience into tangy free air, To get out of the flying aircraft; I used a buoyant parachute to blissfully cascade down on the verdant and perpetually green lawns, To get out of diabolical prison; I used an ingeniously intricate key to open the impregnably looming and savagely gleaming doors, To get out of the treacherous cave; I used the slim ceiling outlet timidly visible like frugal specks of dirt; from the place where I hopelessly crawled, To get out of the miserably stranded shores; I used a boat of overwhelmingly strong wood; and a swift pair of maneuverable oars, To get out of the blazing flames of blistering fire; I used umpteenth pails of water to douse them in rapid succession, To get out of the labyrinth of enigmatic tunnels and halls; I used the profoundly distinct chalk markings embossed on the walls; the shimmering magnetic compass which I held securely in my palms, To get out of the commercially busy and boisterous market; I used an ergonomically molded squashed bicycle to escort me into free space at astounding speeds, To get out of the spell binding ocean of sedative fantasy; I used a pail of abysmally freezing water to splash on my wholesomely lost and dreamy face, To get out of the baffling web of incredulous complications; I used the idol of my Sacrosanct Creator as the last and final respite, To get out of the obnoxiously hurting pair of claustrophobic shoes; I dexterously decoded the onerous armory of black lace lingering from its body, To get out of the perennial state of gloom hovering incorrigibly around my body; I used pulsating music to inundate my forlorn life with unprecedented ebullience and cheer, 513

To get out of the repetitive chain of thoughts which incessantly kept stabbing my mind like a million volcano’s; I blurted a simple word called "No"; banging it vociferously into the atmosphere, To get out of the intractably dark stains of dirt adhering to my flawless skin; I used a stringent carbolic to evaporate them into the land of worthless nothingness, To get out of the bottom of the deep ocean; save myself from the tyranny of ruthless drowning; I used my hands and legs prolifically to adroitly manipulate my way; smile merrily and swim, To get out of the bountifully blossoming scent of passionate rose; I used my nostrils to optimum effect; closing them intransigently with my fingers; to block my nose to the most inconspicuous of fragrance, To get out of this planet forever; I used a gleaming knife to slit my throat; eternally end the chapter of my baseless existence, But no matter how hard I tried; implemented infinite steps of veritable barbarism including the ones mentioned above; I still failed to get her out of my mind; and for each time I tried to forget her; her image became a million times more embedded in the very center of my mind; the very center of my life…

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HAD LEFT ME FOREVER The fires outside might be blazing ferociously towards the sky; charring even the most inconspicuous particle around in its tumultuously scorching swirl, But the fire inside my blood was simply unbearable; made me inevitably collapse towards the hard ground every minute. The temperature engulfing the atmosphere might be freezing below abysmally low limits; with ominous avalanches of snow hurtling like an augmenting balloon down the treacherous mountain slopes, But the enveloping my bones was simply unbearable; numbing me disastrously in every single aspect of blissful life. The thorns laden on the jungle soil might be staring acridly towards the dark blue sky; furtively awaiting innocuous feet to inadvertently trample over them; bleed and hurt, But the thorns in my chest were simply unbearable; viciously trying to strangulate me into ghastly emptiness every second. The voices lingering in the island of hell might be too appalling to describe; permeated the boundless expanse of cosmos with the wail of gruesomely wicked and salacious beasts, But the voices circulating in my mind were simply unbearable; fomented me to disdainfully stutter a billion times; on every thought I perceived; on every sentence I spoke. The images radiating out of the morbidly shattered mirror might be horrendous depictions of the diabolical devil; ready to pounce upon and uncouthly rip through innocent mankind, But the images that barbarically encompassed my brain were simply unbearable; drowned me into an ocean of blood; a sea of inexplicable misery; which I found virtually impossible to swim in and save my life. The darkness savagely embracing the day might be an unavoidable form of Gods creation; besieging the mesmerizing sights on this planet in its satanic shades of monstrous black, But the darkness which entrenched my eyes was simply unbearable; made me lead my days worse than the most severely blind; even though I had the most incredulously brilliant and perfect sight. 515

The smell emanating from the perpetually dead body might be profoundly stinking; causing one to vomit out all what he had consumed in the tenure of his life, But the smell encapsulating my rubicund skin was simply unbearable; suffocating me this very instant; when infact doctors had proclaimed me to be in perfect health; and for apparently no sin of mine. The businessman might have suffered gargantuan losses as the economy abruptly crashed down; sadly parting with his fathomless treasury of wealth; all what he had earned in life; within flash instants of time, But the losses that I incurred were simply unbearable; having all the wealth of the world stored in my castle's overflowing with biscuits of gold; and yet crawling in hopeless despair on the streets; starving for tranquility more horribly than the most impoverished of beggar. And perhaps the man buried infinite feet beneath the earth in his coffin might be without breath; celestially smiling in the arms of the Omniscient Creator, But the tyranny that I underwent inspite of living infinite feet above earth was simply unbearable; killing my soul every moment; piercing me like a thousand knives through my hollow heart; as the entity whom I had loved more than my life no longer existed; the person who was more important to me than anything else on this planet HAD LEFT ME FOREVER…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

LETS FORGET THIS SOCIETY We were just a stone throw distance away from each other in reality; yet the norms and spurious pretensions of this orthodox society; separated us like clouds and the boundless earth, We were just talking distance away from each other in reality; yet the staunch attitude of this supremely conventional society; separated us like the deserts and sparkling water, We were just whisker lengths away from each other in reality; yet the disgustingly narrow focused attitude of this hollow society; separated us like remote continents on the body of the globe, We were just a fine thread away from each other in reality; yet the rigidly baseless definitions of this hierarchical society; separated us like a compassionate mother and her dead son, We were just a breath away from each other in reality; yet the horrendously disdainful perceptions of the acrid society; separated us like the blistering Sun and the celestially placid Moon, We were just a single step away from each other in reality; yet the stringent rules and regulations of this uncouth society; separated us like the morbid graveyard and the stupendously blossoming fresh rose, We were just a slim shadow away from each other in reality; yet the incorrigibly gruesome views of this monotonous society; separated us like the passionately fulminating volcano and the tunnel engulfed in perpetual gloom, We were just an emphatic tear away from each other in reality; yet this overwhelmingly prejudiced society; separated us like the summit of the towering mountain and the worm slithering miserably on the ground, We were just a feeble pulse away from each other in reality; yet the stubborn and tyrannical ideologies of this ruthless society; separated us like truly crimson volatile blood and colorless water, We were just a thin eyelash away from each other in reality; yet this profusely dictatorial and sanctimoniously religious society; separated us like appalling sadness and unprecedented joy, We were just at colliding distance away from each 517

other in reality; yet the vicious swirl of meaningless formalities which this society was preaching since years; separated us like the pulverized bone and the athlete who had already crossed over the finishing line, We were just minute centimeters away from each other in reality; yet the treacherous boundaries which this ostentatious society had set since centuries; separated us like fantasy and the acrimonious present, We were just embracing lengths away from each other in reality; yet the sardonic opinions and diabolical tones of this bombastic society; separated us like the resplendently twinkling stars and austere daylight, We were just kicking distance away from each other in reality; yet the cavalcade of inflated philosophies of this dismal society; separated us like the animatedly roaring Dinosaur and the shuddering piece of small twig, We were just sighting distance away from each other in reality; yet the prison of nonexistent policies which this society had evolved; separated us like the hungry dog and his piece of meaty bone, We were just a ravishing lip away from each other in reality; yet the emotionless and cold blooded society; separated us like the crown prince and the beggar counting his last minutes on cold street, We were just a languidly incomplete yawn away from each other in reality; yet the domineeringly unyielding society; separated us like impeccably silken white and dilapidated blocks of black, We were just a frigid swish away from each other in reality; yet the barbaric inclination of this perilously ominous society; separated us like the handsomely soaring speedy bird and the pathetically slow tortoise, We were just a heart beat away from each other in reality; yet the ulterior motives and incessant manipulations of this callous society; separated us like Omnipotent God and the ruthlessly satanic devil, So c'mon O! beloved; lets once and for all forget this unfathomably idiotic society; come lets unite together in an invincible fortress of our own; come lets unite together in an unconquerable paradise of our romance; where there was only you; me and our immortal love bonded forever…..

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IMMORTAL LOVERS As long as we smile; I promise you that we will both smile together; profoundly admiring the glory of the stupendously brilliant Sun, As long as we play; I promise you that we will both play together; poking each other innocuously in the tender ribs, As long as we eat; I promise you that we will both eat meals together; masticating a basket replete with succulent cherries with gay abandon and unprecedented relish, As long as we rest; I promise you that we will both rest together; entwining our arms invincibly and stare unrelentingly at the pearly island of Moon, As long as we run; I promise you that we will both run together; exuberantly galloping through the verdant countryside; voraciously exploring and discovering the unfathomably colossal Natural life, As long as we punch; I promise you that we will both punch together; caressing silken draughts of air with tons of vibrant energy; exhilarating in the aisles of uncanny excitement, As long as we write; I promise you that we will both write together; flooding page after page with the essence of whatever we had sagaciously imbibed and gathered on the trajectory of this planet, As long as we sing; I promise you that we will both sing together; permeating the gloomy ambience; with the enthrallingly buoyant cadence in our voice, As long as we dance; I promise you that we will both dance together; violently gyrating our bodies in ecstatic jubilation to the hidden tunes that lingered in the air, As long as we study; I promise you that we will both study together; memorize cumbersome stanzas; solve mind boggling enigmas of routine life; with our minds focused single focusedly to achieve our sole mission, As long as we cry; I promise you that we will both cry together; mutually sharing the unsurpassable agony that uncouthly besieged our souls, As long as we scream; I promise you that we will both scream together; inundating the perennially still ambience with the stringent roar that fulminated in our throats, As long as we teach; I promise you that we will both 519

teach together; unequivocally propagating the religion of humanity in whomsoever we encountered in the tenure of our lives, As long as we yawn; I promise you that we will both yawn together; lazily languish in the realms of surreal fantasy till the first rays of ethereal dawn furtively crept up from the sky, As long as we lick; I promise you that we will both lick together; greedily slurping sparkling streams of water from the boundlessly deep well, As long as we climb; I promise you that we will both climb together; assiduously clamber up the treacherous slopes with our bodies leaning stunningly close to each other; and the resplendent festoon of stars maneuvering us towards the incomprehensibly towering summits, As long as we dream; I promise you that we will both dream together; fantasize the most bizarre possible of things ever perceived on this planet; philander every second into a garden overwhelmed with poignantly scented roses, As long as we joke; I promise you that we will both joke together; erupting into a volley of tangy laughter which voluptuously struck the air, As long as we breathe; I promise you that we will both breathe together; inhale blissful wind; incessantly deluging our lungs with all the fresh breath that we could salvage from the atmosphere, And as long as we take birth on this soil; I promise you that we will both take birth together; continue to exist as immortal lovers not only in this birth; but for many more births together…

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WHY DON’T YOU SEE Why do you always gauge me just by the complexion of my lips; Why don’t you see the blistering passion fulminating passionately inside? Why do you always gauge me just by the color of my mascara; Why don’t you see the overwhelming empathy lingering in my eyes? Why do you always gauge me just by the height I possessed; Why don’t you see the unsurpassably towering perceptions of your enchanting persona that circulated in my mind? Why do you always gauge me just by texture of my skin; Why don’t you see the profusely crimson blood flowing inside in my veins; the compassionate ardor impregnated within for your magnificent form? Why do you always gauge me just by the shades of my nail polish; Why don’t you see the poignantly sprouting edges ready to fight for you and defend you at any time? Why do you always gauge me just by the wealth I had stashed; the cars I drove; Why don’t you see the astronomical affluence stored in my soul; ready to help you even after my death? Why do you always gauge me just by the gloss of my hair; Why don’t you see the intricate brain embodied inside evolving fantasies concerning only you all the time? Why do you always gauge me just by spurious slang in my voice; Why don’t you see the effusive agony uncontrollably gushing out the instants I spoke? Why do you always gauge me just by the jewelry I adorned; Why don’t you see each droplet of tear which oozed out of my eye; each globule of silver sweat which dribbled from my arms; was profoundly dedicated to your divinely grace? Why do you always gauge me just by the number of places I had traveled to by air; Why don’t you see the infinite expeditions I was willing to undertake under the scorching heat of sweltering Sun; hoisting you on my bare shoulder? Why do you always gauge me just by the bodyguards and cavalcade that relentlessly followed me; Why don’t you see the life I was ready to sacrifice this very moment; in order to save you from the tiniest of evil? Why do you always gauge me just by the scintillating 521

shine of my teeth; Why don’t you see the ghastly shell I was ready to break and chew; so that you drank the stupendously sweet water? Why do you always gauge me just by the design of my garish shoe; Why don’t you see my feet which were ready to walk absolutely naked on a blanket of acrid thorns; so that you slept celestially on the golden couch? Why do you always gauge me just by the contours of my swanky watch; Why don’t you see my pulse that ticked faster than the speed of light; sped more turbulently than the shark in the ocean the very instant it witnessed your mesmerizing countenance? Why do you always gauge me just by the scent I sprinkled; Why don’t you see the incredulously fervent aroma that diffused from my nostrils when you were standing at whisker lengths across my shoulder? Why do you always gauge me just by the business acumen I possessed; Why don’t you see that I was ready to unflinchingly take on the mantle of this entire world; to savor a chance of perpetually hovering around your voluptuous demeanor? Why do you always gauge me just by the fraternity of food I consumed for each meal in the day; Why don’t you see the infinite hours that I was prepared to remain starved; so that you relished the tantalizing cherry of your choice? Why do you always gauge me just by the pen I stuck to my persona; Why don’t you see the overwhelming zeal in my fingers to write a book on your fascinating life; all on my own? And why do you always gauge me just by the shirt I wore to engulf my visage; Why don’t you see the madly throbbing heart inside my chest; whose each beat was profoundly yours; whose each throb wanted to immortally capture your love and make it for always mine?

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THE RICHEST OF ALL When I saw her; my heart became an passionate ocean of love; throbbing more violently than the volcano fulminating mercilessly beneath hot soil, When I saw her; my eyes became a paradise of emotions; with an insatiable propensity to wildly love now encompassing every cranny of their plain white, When I saw her; my lips became gargantuan islands of spongy chocolate; diffusing an aroma of profuse sweetness in whatever they kissed and caressed, When I saw her; my palms became mountains of invincible strength; ready to take on the mantle of the entire world and the most gruesomely acrid of thorns, When I saw her; my speech became a gushing river of mesmerizing songs; capturing all the beauty entrenched in this world in the melody of its voice, When I saw her; my teeth became a colossal fortress; with an astoundingly formidable tenacity to squelch even the most obdurate of nut into a million pieces, When I saw her; my nose became a vivaciously flowing fountain; diffusing into a stream of enchantingly vibrant color and shades, When I saw her; my feet became unfathomable tunnels of exotic energy; galloping at speeds never perceivable by any mankind, When I saw her; my thoughts became a fascinating cloud of immortal romance; floating fervently through surreally alluring space, When I saw her; my stride became a stupendously blossoming pond of lotus; sprouting into infinite petals of overwhelming fragrance and grace, When I saw her; my muscles became the fathomless battlefield; marching forward with boisterous audacity; ready to demolish and swipe the tiniest trace of evil from the periphery of this earth, When I saw her; my ears became the boundlessly unsurpassable sky; profoundly deciphering and imbibing every possible sound hovering in this Universe, When I saw her; my stomach became a gigantic tree; able to handsomely assimilate any amount of food and water visible till far and wide, When I saw her; my cheeks became a garden of redolent roses; blushing a splendid crimson till the onset of eternity, 523

When I saw her; my skin became an incredulously gaudy rainbow; impregnating in it virtually all possible shades that existed on this earth, When I saw her; my sweat became a delectable beehive inundated with divinely nectar; wafting an aroma which had the ability to placate even the most sacrosanct of angels, When I saw her; my blood became a waterfall of voluptuous seduction; circulating rampantly and triggering a blazing trail of ardent desire all throughout my crisscrossed veins, When I saw her; my whole body became a mirror of scintillating rays; a mirror which explicitly portrayed to me the very reason of my precious existence, And when I saw her; my breath became even more purer than when I was just born; infact I could say with insurmountable pride; the richest of all amongst every living kind…

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ALL THAT I WANTED TO SEE

All that the fish wanted to see; was a colossal assemblage of salty water inundated with a flurry of undulating and tangy waves, All that the bird wanted to see; was the gigantic expanse of blue sky packed with an voluptuous ensemble of misty clouds, All that the crocodile wanted to see; was disdainfully garbled slurry of mud; a profoundly sticky track on which people slipped even before they could have walked, All that the rat wanted to see; was a tunnel engulfed with perennial darkness; a pile blended with sewage; cheese and garbage lying scattered on the streets, All that the mountain summit wanted to see; was a festoon of ominous clouds; with sometimes glimpses of brilliantly sizzling hot sunshine, All that the carrot wanted to see; was a blanket of clammy mud; varied piles of debris coalesced perfectly with soil, All that the miserly caterpillar wanted see; was a trail of fresh farm crops; sprouting in splendid harmony on farm land; for it to nibble and chew, All that the ducks wanted see; was placid pools of water around; an enchanting serenity lingering profusely in the atmosphere, All that a starved dog wanted see; was a meaty piece of bone; crumbs of delicious bread left inadvertently on the bakery window, All that the lizard wanted see; was a battalion of slimy insects pertinently hovering around the artificially dingy and dim light, All that the mighty elephant wanted to see; was a stream of exotic water; which it could splash with heavenly strokes of its trunk on its parched body, All that the bull wanted to see; was a fiery red cloth; evoking it to ferociously charge and wade forward unrelentingly, All that the deserts wanted to see; was thunderous cloudbursts of rain; gargantuan droplets of water majestically caressing their brutally scorched 525

demeanor, All that the spider wanted to see; was a valley of silken thread; on which it could rampantly philander and dance under enchanting beams of moonlight, All that the shivering skin wanted to see; was compassionate rolls of furry cloth; lanky strands of resilient fabric which would protect it from austerely chilly winds of winter, All that the blinded eye wanted to see; was the faces of the ones around who stood by it in times of inexplicable distress; the sacrosanct palms of the mother who gave it birth, All that the mind wanted to see; was the mesmerizing beauty of this boundless Universe; the stupendously vivacious traces of life that existed in bountiful on this fathomless planet, All that the vividly striped peacock wanted to see; was royally oligarchic sunset blended astoundingly with frugal globules of rain; fomenting it to spread its wings to a full blossom under the sky, All that the fleet of irascibly loitering mosquitoes wanted to see; was supple and succulent pockets of ripe skin; inevitably inviting them to perch upon and suckle blood to their hearts content, All that the badly tied stomach wanted to see; was heaps of appetizing food; transiting it into waves of tumultuous rhapsody and uncontrollable euphoria, All that the dilapidated dungeons wanted to see; was mammoth boxes of scintillating diamonds and silver permeating their eerie dark and profound gloominess, All that the elderly grandparents wanted to see; was their little children bouncing with ebullience and fresh signs of robust life, All that the burnt tongue wanted to see; was tantalizingly pulverized white slabs of freezing ice, All that the overwhelmingly feverish body wanted to see; was stringent cabinets replete with powerful antiseptic; magically healing its gruesomely ailing parts, All that the Creator wanted to see; was the earth that he had evolved blissfully functioning; human beings of each race and fraternity embracing each other in the spirit of unbiased brotherhood, And all that I wanted to see; was her ravishing form every second; every minute; every hour; every day; every fortnight; every year; for countless more centuries and births to unveil…. 526

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PASSING THROUGH HER HEART As I tried to pass through the flamboyant Sun; its blistering rays wasted no time at all in charring me to inconspicuous bits of stray ash, As I tried to pass through the pearly Moon; its tenacious beams permeated through my spell of profound concentration; and it was difficult for me to recognize my own entity as I got out, As I tried to pass through the valley of silken clouds; I had tumultuous difficulty in opening my eyes; miserably failed to recognize my cherished ones in the obfuscated haze that engulfed me in wholesome entirety, As I tried to pass through pugnacious plumes of black smoke; I wildly vomited all what I had consumed for breakfast at dawn and succulent supper at night, As I tried to pass through a river of bubbling acid; all what I found was a conglomerate of my own pulverized bones after exuberantly reaching the banks, As I tried to pass through the morbidly dark tunnel; I felt my voice ghoulishly echo; fomenting the last hair down my spine to stand in electric unison, As I tried to pass through the virgin sea shores; I winced in tumultuous anguish as an obnoxious cluster of crabs stung my flesh with deadly poison, As I tried to pass through the densely camouflaged jungles; my heart and soul nearly sank into my boots; and I found my trousers profusely wetted as the thunderous roar of the tiger crept stunningly close to my skin, As I tried to pass through the pitch dark street; I experienced the worst encounter of my life; when a gang of thieves satanically stole all my possessions; left me stranded without a single cloth on my body, As I tried to pass through the sliding lift doors; I felt a sudden spasm in my hand; and before realization could dawn upon the barbaric metal had already taken several of my innocuous fingers, As I tried to pass through the scintillating mirror door; infinite shards of acrimonious glass hurtled out in frenzy; and I settled with a terrified gasp on the floor with blood oozing from virtually every cranny of 527

my body, As I tried to pass through a cotton factory; I found myself sneezing unrelentingly with deafening snorts; as invisible threads voraciously tickled sensitive arenas of my robust nose, As I tried to pass through lanky slopes laden with overwhelming avalanches of snow; I felt my teeth rattling like a woodpecker; and each bone of mine died a gory death punctured by the vicious cold, As I tried to pass through the sooty coal mine; my complexion metamorphosed to worse than a black cat; and people around me ran helter-skelter; envisaging me to be an dreadful alien from the third world, As I tried to pass through the freshly constructed wall; the end result found me wearing a coat of obdurate cement on my face; half a brick on my scalp; with a mountain of mud burying me without prior notice into my grave, As I tried to pass through completely full cylinders of heavy gas; after a while I found countless bits of my flesh blown away like specks of compressed dirt in the atmosphere; the ingenious cavities of my brain shooting like an untamed fountain towards the sky, As I tried to pass through the overflowing bath of fragrant shampoo; I found myself sputtering and stuttering without control; and gigantic balloons of froth wafted from my mouth everytime I ventured to open my mouth, As I tried to pass through the wire entrenched walls of the formidable fortress; I catapulted like an insipid butterfly for miles on the trot; and the shock that occurred nearly electrocuted to ghastly death, But when I tried to pass through her enchanting heart; I found myself trapped for immortal times bonded with threads of invincible love; and not only did I regain back my previous one; but was bestowed upon with fathomless more blissful and spell binding lives….

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PLATFORM OF LOVE When I tried running on a platform of white ice; I scornfully slipped; and in the end all that I was able to taste was incredulously frozen water, When I tried running on a platform of tangy salt; I inevitably lost my footing; and there was nothing but vivaciously ominous powder all over my trembling skin, When I tried running on a platform of brilliantly yellow and pure butter; I hurled forward with a stifled gasp after some time; with the follicles of my hair incorrigibly sticking to each other like the gigantic tree and its flimsy roots, When I tried running on a platform of scintillating glass; I abysmally floundered; tripped head on to have my supple skin ruthlessly punctured and in pools of ghastly blood, When I tried running on a platform of feathered silk; I dismally broke the bones of my dainty nose; and my eyeballs popped out like bouncy springs reverberating incessantly in free space, When I tried running on a platform of silver sands; I collapsed with a thunderous thud on the obdurate floor; with my shoe flying over my shoulder and all my expensive pair of clothes ripping apart mercilessly at their sensitive seams, When I tried running on a platform of slimy oyster shells; I heard a deafeningly banging noise inundate the atmosphere; winced in incomprehensible amount of agony after twisting my knee to unprecedented limits, When I tried running on a platform of astoundingly smooth talcum powder; I fell 10 steps backward instead of marching towards realms of irrefutably victory, When I tried running on a platform of disdainful grease; I kept intractably jogging at a single spot for hours on the trot; while infact all my adversaries had already reached the voluptuous strings of the finishing line, When I tried running on a platform of satiny white paper; there were infinite obstreperous and unruly voices that deluged the soft ambience; and all that resulted as an outcome was prominently gaping holes in the body of the sheet which now fitted snugly on my scalp, When I tried running on a platform of rolling marbles; all that was heard after a while was my horrifically 529

petrified screams and gasps as I found myself plunging towards an ocean of gruesome blackness blended with dilapidated nothingness, When I tried running on a platform of freshly green banana skins; I banged on my hindside with a force greater than the force of Nature; and the complexion of my cheeks metamorphosed to an embarrassingly childish crimson, When I tried running on a platform of spongy rubber balls; I successfully managed to crush a few in my initial conquests of reaching my mission; but soon shuddered overwhelmingly before kissing dust on the ground; dug partial graves for myself in loose soil, When I tried running on a platform of lifeless whale skin; I inadvertently shouted beyond hysterical boundaries as if the monster was alive; collided terribly on my ribs as I took just a few steps forward, When I tried running on a platform of insurmountably red cherries; all I accomplished doing was finely pulverizing the succulent fruit; while the inconspicuously tiny seeds fomented me to tremble hopelessly towards the cold floor, When I tried running on a platform of pure Cadbury chocolate; my feet primordially enjoyed transgressing through the supremely soft bed; but after a while got horrendously entangled in the mess; felt as if deplorably sinking into the valley of death, When I tried running on a platform of glittering diamonds; in the beginning I felt insatiably delighted at possessing such lavish amounts of opulence; but soon regretted my decision tremendously; as their pointed surface uncouthly infiltrated into my heart; satanically assassinating the tiniest traces of tangible life, When I tried running on a platform of congenital lies; I landed up in such a hell; that it was profoundly sickening to bear with the aftermath's that unleashed thereafter in my life, When I tried running on a platform of salacious lechery and malice; I ended up being imprisoned in my own sinful trap; a prison which infact had a gleaming lock without a single key, While it was only when I tried running on a platform of immortal love; that my life gained full fledged momentum; irrevocably refrained to look backwards; transited to blissfully bouncing and wholesomely alive….. 530

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ALL DAY AND NIGHT The deserts waited all day and night; for fat globules of mesmerizing rain; crystalline streams of water to pacify their overwhelmingly parched belly, The dog waited all day and night; for a meaty chunk of bone; masticating the sumptuous meat to appease the pangs of hunger thunderously knocking his tiny stomach, The ocean waited all day and night; for the rampant maelstrom; swirling its vivacious waves high and handsome towards the sky; clashing with stupendous passion against the black chain of rocks, The beggar waited all day and night; for that inevitable rush of swanky cars; desperately anticipating a flurry of shimmering coin to cascade into his hollow bowl, The camel waited all day and night; for a thorny shrub to appear before its eyes; perennially rest on dry soil; painstakingly chewing the thorns of its choice, The shark waited all day and night; for a gigantic ship to sail above its head; so that it could satanically pulverize innocent flesh in its jaws; wretchedly overturning the boat without the slightest of thought or respite, The valley waited all day and night; for a deafening echo; producing an eerie sound that horrendously jolted the entire planet, The snow waited all day and night; for blistering sunshine; perpetuating into streams of divinely water; basking in the glory of compassionate warmth and velvety grace, The doctor waited all day and night; for the speedy recovery of his patients; incessantly praying to the Creator to cure them of inexplicable pain, The lizard waited all day and night; for a festoon of mosquitoes; greedily gobbling them with untamed relish and unprecedented gusto, The shoe waited all day and night; for its master to adorn it; audaciously kick it in free space; to generate colossal draughts of exuberant breeze, The dungeons waited all day and night; for the most minuscule ray of light; illuminating its dreary caricature with astoundingly optimistic beams of 531

boisterous brightness, The lips waited all day and night; for an incomprehensibly mystical kiss; triggering waves of vibrant euphoria in their ardently starved and pinkish persona, The mother bird waited all day and night; for her innocuous cluster of eggs to hatch; the manifestation of her very own blood to soar uninhibitedly through the open sky, The soldier waited all day and night; for his country to indispensably win; penalize the perilous traitors to the most unfathomable degree; for spreading violent terror in his blissful territory, The cow waited all day and night; for meadows of bountifully green grass; slowly ambling with its irrefutably sacrosanct form through the carpet of sedate soil, The bomb waited all day and night; for someone to release its menacingly glistening pin; for it murderously explode into a fountain of unsurpassable devastation, The writer waited all day and night to be ubiquitously recognized by the world; harmoniously propagate the essence of his work to masses far and distant on this earth, The dreadfully empty coffin waited all day and night; for a person to breathe his last; occupy its interiors as it savagely sank down to unimaginable depths beneath soil, And my heart waited all day and night; for the girl of my dreams to say "I love you"; jump infinite feet far from its imprisoned chest; to profoundly bond with the chords of immortal love; the chords of immortal romance…..

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WITHOUT HER HANDS IN MINE In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended almost magically with the mundane mud, In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly remaining, In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was to purse them passionately with my tongue; then see for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce in entirety with my saliva, In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did was to paint them afresh with loads of scintillating whitewash and poignant color, In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I did was slice off that chunk of guilty wood; with effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky pocket knife, In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all I did was to gobble it with an insatiable frenzy; guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients adhering to my throat; over a glass of cool water, In order to erase my name from a bonded sheet of white paper; all I did was to use a gargantuan rubber; caressing it arduously across the squalid sheet; to make the stain vanish into thin oblivion, In order to erase my name from the transparently sparkling mirror; I applied few pints of stale liquid; got rid off the same with incredulous ease; rubbing it with a soft blanket of sponge, In order to erase my name from the greasy kitchen table; all I did was to nonchalantly dismiss off the pool of oil; languidly towards the hollow sink, In order to erase my name from my diabolically bald scalp; all I did was to grow a new mass of hair; which beautifully camouflaged it and shimmered magnificently under the river of pearly moonlight, In order to erase my name from the artificially embossed pencil tip; all I did was to chew it phlegmatically; and at the same time triggered the dormant cells of my brain to imagine till unprecedented limits, 533

In order to erase my name from the passionate sea shores; all I did was wait for the waves to swirl ecstatically; joyfully slap the sands and brutally dismantle the synchronized alphabets, In order to erase my name from the swanky car windshield; all I did was to switch on the long wipers; which swiped off even the most diminutive trace of dirt; metamorphosing its demeanor as if I had just purchased it from the showroom, In order to erase my name from my eye; all I did was to simply wink; see for myself as to how insipidly it disappeared along with my volatile film of emphatic tears, In order to erase my name from the regional town map; all I did was to substitute it with the initials of an entity more proficient than me; more versatile than me in all respects, In order to erase my name from the records of heinous crime; all I did was drift my life away from the most obsolete shadow of evil; spend the remainder of my breath left in philanthropically serving all mankind, In order to erase my name from the cheque; all I did was adroitly replicate it with the profound seal of my bohemian thumb, In order to erase my name from my friends heart; all I did was neglected him a trifle in his times of unsurpassably hopeless distress, In order to erase my name from the robust bone; all id did was to offer it to the famished stray dog; who pulverized it within seconds into raw chowder; with the insurmountable tenacity in his teeth, But when I tried to erase my name from hers; that very instant I transformed into worthless streams of condemnable ash; left for my heavenly abode; brutally penalized by the Almighty; and this time without her hands in mine….

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IF YOU LISTENED TO MY HEART If you sighted my shadow; which had nonchalantly formed under sweltering rays of sunlight, Then you'd come to know how tumultuously it wavered; the insatiable longing in its contours to trespass past your stupendous grace. If you glimpsed my lips; which glistened incredulously into vivacious shades of lotus pink, Then you'd come to know how solitary they were; the unprecedented urge in them to kiss your divinely name. If you heard my voice; which rose and fell with an uncanny mysticism in the perpetually still air, Then you'd come to know how hopeless it was; how much it wanted you by its side; searching for you frantically in the fathomless wilderness. If you felt my tears; which trickled down all day and night through my cheeks, Then you'd come to know how lifeless they were; the overwhelming desire in them to occupy an immortal position beside your tinkling feet. If you caressed my skin; which resembled a frigidly lackluster ashen white, Then you'd come to know how freezing it was; how much it longed for your company; to trigger it vehemently into astronomical loads of compassionate warmth. If you stood beside my breath; which morbidly cascaded down my nostrils; Then you'd come to know how lackadaisical it was; the thunderously volatile intensity lingering in it; to drift down your fabulous nape. If you ran your fingers through my scalp; which pathetically slept even under a wave of unimaginably blistering heat that encompassed it from all sides, Then you'd come to know how much it wanted to be majestically massaged; the unsurpassable agony in it to be kissed by your heavenly form. If you peered deep down into my eyes; which had lost their ability to see; even though they were blissfully alive, Then you’d come to know how much they were clouded with inexplicable sadness; how inexorably they missed you and craved for you to whisper and dream by their side. And if you listened to my heart; which uncontrollably 535

palpitated without the tiniest of respite; whether I walked or lazily slept on the star studded night, Then you'd come to know how much it remembered you every unleashing second; the invincible tenacity pounding upon it to imprison you forever; in each of its everlasting beats….

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IN THE REALMS OF SACROSANCT MARRIAGE There was a time when we talked in hushed whispers behind the bushes; endeavoring our best to camouflage our bodies from the extraneous world, While today we sat closely beside each other under brilliant daylight; entwining our palms formidably against each other; blatantly in the midst of the bustling streets. There was a time when we waited for marathon hours to meet; anxiously anticipating the sun to set down in the hills before we started for our clandestine expeditions, While today we spent each moment together; with our breaths drifting down passionately without the slightest of synchronized control. There was a time when we painstakingly craved to hear each others voices; trying to frantically search our memory as far as possible to salvage the last word we spoke, While today we indefatigably talked till our tongues ached; conversed about the weirdest topics in this world; our eyes locked immortally with each other. There was a time when we cordially smiled in front of the society; to depict that we were nothing else but good friends of after school, While today we laughed to our hearts content philandering euphorically through the labyrinth of mystical valleys; leaving the civilized planet forever; well behind our times. There was a time when we yearned to see all rays relinquish completely in our dwellings; so that we could surreptitiously meet and sight each other for a short while under milky moonbeams, While today we admired each other to the most unprecedented capacity of our minds; in tenaciously fiery and flamboyant full house lights. There was a time when we witnessed each other with stooping eyes; profoundly mortified by each others presence in front of our revered elders, While today we danced in ebullient energy even after midnight; with our lids incorrigibly refusing to bat the tiniest; gazing wide open till unsurpassable times. There was a time when we ate our food in separate plates; ardently remembering each other; with tears 537

welling up in our eyes as we nostalgically reminisced our playful times, While today we fed each other with our own hands; sat at whisker length distances with our lips profusely intermingled; entirely oblivious to the unfurling of rapid time. There was a time when we were petrified to see to each other without prior permissions; as we knew that the ramifications of that could be punishment upto the highest decree, While today we waved at everybody on the roads with uninhibited freedom; audaciously proclaiming to the world the tales of our invincible romance. And there was a time when we had newly met; said "I Love you" to each other; were groping to find our veritable places; blend with the Herculean struggle to blissfully survive in this colossal globe, While today we had just tied the nuptial thread; bonding our mind; body; soul for centuries immemorial; drifting in a world wholesomely of our own; in the realms of sacrosanct marriage…

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MELTED The candlewax castle melted like a pack of soft cards; under blistering rays of flamboyantly fiery sunshine, The panther melted at its mouth; when it sighted a robust fleet of deer galloping rampantly through the wilderness, The desert sands inevitably melted in scorching summer; at the sight of the celestially rejuvenating pool of shimmering mirage, The clouds in the cosmos melted thunderously; as they hovered over a blanket of profusely green trees and mystical shrub, The dog's tongue melted insatiably; as it cast its greedy eyes upon the juicy chunk of bone poking alluringly from its masters pocket, The beggar melted in mind; body and soul; as he perceived a dungeon inundated with opulently glittering gold in his nocturnal dreams, The lips melted in unsustainable passion; as they saw the person of their most stupendous conceptions; right before their rubicund periphery, The giant melted in wholesome entirety; as it witnessed the colossal kingdom of fleshy molecules wandering helplessly without an iota of caution or sagacious calm, The mirror melted in a million pieces; as it confronted the ghastly skeleton of a man; who once upon a time used to admire himself in the same, The snow melted on the boundless hills; as fireballs of pugnacious light caressed it vindictively; from every conceivable side, The voice melted into a trickle of its original self; as an atmosphere of satanic terror; abruptly snapped the melody of its heart, The conglomerate of gigantic leaves melted to bits of inconspicuous raw ash; as flames of pugnaciously golden fire escalated high and handsome towards the sky, The thunderously deafening echo melted into gruesome nothingness; as it clashed umpteenth number of times against the chain of cold blooded rocks, The blatantly audacious footsteps melted into infinitesimally remote space; as they were besieged by the blood curling sound of menacing death, The slabs of brilliantly sparkling yellow butter 539

melted into a curry of slim grease; when brutally spread with a gleaming knife on the periphery of supremely handsome and sizzling toast, The pair of vivaciously emphatic eyes melted into diminutively shrunk plastic; as they sighted the lifeless body of the person they vehemently adored and loved, The boisterous chirping of sporty birds melted submissively; as the last beam of brightness disappeared brusquely behind the cocoon of scarlet sky, The life of a tangible individual melted in wholesome entirety; as and when the Creator waved his hand and wanted, And my heart melted into an island of tumultuously tantalizing paradise; at the tiniest whisper of my beloved; the most faintest cry of her enchantingly everlasting romance….

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LEAVING MY PAST WELL BEHIND Just give me your hand; and I'll get ready to face the mightiest of challenge; with an irrefutable scent of victory lingering profusely in my every stride, Just give me your hand; and I'll escalate higher than the azure skies; to snatch the festoon of overwhelmingly glittering stars for the delights of your impeccable lap, Just give me your hand; and I'll become an inferno blazing with the most omnipotent of light; refraining to dwindle a trifle even in thunderous rain and bizarre storm, Just give me your hand; and I'll stay awake to euphorically dance all day and night; relinquish the last iota of gloomy dreariness from my bleary pair of eyes, Just give me your hand; and I'll spawn a mesmerizing fountain in the heart of the sweltering desert; pacify infinite granules of gruesomely parched sand with supremely rejuvenating water, Just give me your hand; and I'll illuminate even the most horrendous patch of morbidly despairing space; with profound beams of stringent light, Just give me your hand; and I'll stand taller than the clouds even as the earth reverberated; staring intransigently into your countenance as you danced in my palms, Just give me your hand; and I'll transit back into exuberantly nostalgic childhood; intrepidly ride on the striped panthers back; without a single strip of cloth on my barren chest, Just give me your hand; and I'll conjure stupendous magic on every path I transgressed; metamorphosing dead chunks of stinking wood into monumental pillars of glistening gold, Just give me your hand; and I'll levitate to the summit of the mountain in one step; ebulliently breathe with insurmountable compassion; and dynamic light filtering through the frightened whites of my eye, Just give me your hand; and I'll float till eternity 541

like a fragrant petal in the air; wafting my exotic redolence to whomsoever who needed it the most, Just give me your hand; and I'll trespass bare soled even on blistering red embers of flamboyant fire; swallow the most treacherous droplets of misery without the slightest gasp in my throat, Just give me your hand; and I'll ignite vivacious flames even in a lifeless pond of water; instill traces of immortal love in the ghastliest of entities entrenching me, Just give me your hand; and I'll ecstatically bounce as if the richest man in this Universe; doughtily wade past even an ocean of fulminating acid to achieve the most unbelievable of my dreams, Just give me your hand; and I'll leap into the valley of death; rise inexorably high above the ashes with optimistic traces of breath invincibly incarcerated within the dormitories of my heart, Just give me your hand; and I'll make a grandiloquent castle out of obsoletely thin air; evolve a paradise for all humans to exist; in the midst of satanic barbarism that inundated each part of the atmosphere, Just give me your hand; and I'll sing till times immemorial; granting reprieve to countless entities from their unrelenting string of tyrannical woes, Just give me your hand; and I'll blend all fabulous beauty with mundane mud; transform this sacred land of Almighty God; into a veritable paradise, And just give me your hand O! enchanting beloved; and I'll rise as the most powerful human from infinite feet beneath the corpse; surge forward with an insatiable ardor in my bones; reinstating a smile back in whomsoever I encountered in my way; leaving my hopeless past well behind; to celestially lead boundless more sunlit days…

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I'M THE ONE I'm one who's crazy about you; fantasizing you in the most stupendously fabulous forms ever conceivable, I'm the one who's passionate about you; insatiably craving to blend your heart with mine till times immemorial, I'm the one who's greedy about you; wanting to incessantly witness your enchanting grace as each second unfurled into a complete minute, I'm the one who's supremely overwhelmed by you; unable to perceive about anything else except your twin pairs of magnificently sparkling eyes, I'm the one who's fanatically ardent about you; sitting for indefatigable hours by your side; to hear the tales of your innocuous childhood, I'm the one who's insurmountably sensitive about you; would try every feasible method existing on this Universe to make you mine, I'm the one who's always ready for you; uninhibitedly accepting you in the invincible swirl of my arms; even when the planet had rejected you, I'm the one who's relentlessly working for you; endeavoring my absolute best to sketch you in the most enamoring repertoire of forms; lingering bountifully in the cosmos, I'm the one who's immortally desiring you; giving you a position grater than the Ultimate Creator; in the realms of my palpitating heart, I'm the one who's unprecedentedly impressed by you; intransigently iterating your string of benevolently exotic virtues to whomsoever I encountered, I'm the one who's inexorably possessive about you; mercilessly annihilating the minutest trace of salacious spirit; hovering stealthily round the contours of your impeccable face, I'm the one who's wholesomely stupefied by you; drowning myself till times beyond eternity into the mesmerizing cadence of your heavenly voice, I'm the one who's profoundly sympathetic with you; unequivocally commiserating with you; even as the society outside savagely kicked you for no fault of your immaculate soul, I'm the one who's perpetually remembering you; incorrigibly sealing my mind to all thoughts; other than your incredulously alluring smile, 543

I'm the one who's unsurpassably pampering you; ensuring that the most inconspicuous of your wail; was compassionately catered to, I'm the one who's optimistically wistful about you; wishing you nothing less than the very best in every aspect of your life; the days in your destiny yet to blissfully unveil, I'm the one who's frantically searching for you; not sparing even the most darkest corner of earth; in my incomprehensible attempts to retrieve you, I'm the one who's tirelessly fighting for you; in order to irrefutably ensure you assimilated the maximum happiness; in God's creation of boundless paradise, And I'm the one; infact the only one who loves you; dedicating each of my tumultuously throbbing beats to your celestial form; bonding you forever with the body above my bones; and the soul underneath; which had already given its love to you….

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MY HEART RELIED ON The tree relied overwhelmingly on soil; those trapped granules of spell binding moisture; to make it bountifully blossom towards the Kingly Sun, The tongue relied inevitably on slippery saliva; basked in the glory of voluptuous softness for times immemorial; as it pursed itself passionately on the scarlet lips, The ocean relied insurmountably on its undulating festoon of ravishing waves; the tantalizing globules of wild salt incarcerated within; which propelled it to swirl in uninhibited frenzy, The watch relied indispensably on its pair of slender needles; to indefatigably traverse round the clock; portray explicit shades of accurate time, The eyeball relied inevitably on its lids; the rejuvenating blankets of tears they oozed; with poignant intensity every unfurling second, The pencil relied tumultuously on its handsomely bonded lead; to emboss boundless lines of exquisite literature; deluge the surface of barren paper with exotic calligraphy, The dog relied profusely on its tail; to portray its flurry of candid emotions; the state of being which it was blatantly circumvented with, The envelope relied irrevocably on its set of contemporary stamps; the meticulous strings of denomination riveted on its body; that transported it at swashbuckling speeds to far and distant across the globe, The mountain relied intransigently on its towering summits; which ensured that it leapt in vivacious glory towards azure bits of golden sky; majestically loomed large above everything else in vicinity, The whale relied incorrigibly on its battalion of pugnacious jaws; which bestowed upon it the power to rip apart the most mightiest of entities into inconspicuous bits of pulverized chowder, The boat relied profoundly on its twin set of oars; to dexterously maneuver it like a price even in the most ominously turbulent of storm, The lips relied compassionately on a gregarious smile; the ingratiating aura which it imparted to their pathetically parched demeanor, The spider relied unsurpassably on silken strands of 545

its velvety web; running to its hearts content across the labyrinth of threads without the slightest of shame or respite, The peacock relied unrelentingly on droplets of sparkling rain; the heavenly water which cascaded from the sky; evoking it to spread its oligarchic feathers into a royal bloom and dance, The arms relied incomprehensibly on bulging bits of muscle; to impregnate in them the power to doughtily fight; the power to audaciously survive, The brain relied unfathomably on memory; those nostalgic reminisces of the past; which triggered it to gain unstoppable momentum and surge forward with ecstatic reflections lingering enchantingly for times, The diamond relied tirelessly on shine; that queenly glint which made it the unprecedented darling of all tribes, The body relied perpetually on tangible breath; which instilled in it the tenacity to valiantly fight for its rights; and blissfully survive, And my heart relied solely on immortal love; the omnipotent essence of which made it passionately throb even centuries after veritable death…..

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GIVE HER MY LIFE Give her each droplet of blood flowing rampantly through my body; rejuvenating her persona with indispensable energy, Giver her each smile that encapsulated my lips; deluging her majestically mesmerizing countenance with astronomical happiness, Giver her each dream that circulated fabulously in the corridors of my brain; catapulting her into a land of ecstasy and unfathomable paradise, Give her each ray of hope that engulfed my existence; stupendously enlightening her string of infinite more unveiling tomorrows, Give her each droplet of poignant empathy that lingered insatiably in my eyes; impregnating in her the essence of benevolent mankind, Give her each muscle embedded indomitably in my arms; imparting her with the tenacity to resiliently encounter the most disastrous situation in life, Give her each ounce of mysticism that enveloped my shadow; overwhelming her life with enigmatic spice and divinely happiness, Give her each wave of my voice; bestowing upon her the power to indefatigably express herself; at all moments of the adventurously unveiling day, Give her each iota of luck that encompassed my silhouette; manifesting her every unfinished dream into a perpetual reality, Give her each trace of vivaciousness that entrenched my conglomerate of bones; propelling her to ecstatically bounce forward with exuberant enthusiasm in life, Give her each globule of tumultuous rhapsody that permeated my skin; making her experience the myriad of vibrant colors in existence, Give her each sigh of immortal satisfaction that circumvented my conscience; fomenting her to perceive that her flurry of tasks were accomplished with supreme gratification, Give her each bit of cloth that intricately sequestered my entire visage; embodying her impeccable demeanor with loads of compassionate warmth, Give her each source of wealth that I had assimilated in the tenure of my life; facilitating her to purchase the most exotic things of her very own choice, 547

Give her each morsel of food that was destined to be masticated by my mouth; granting celestial peace to the famished realms of her thunderously resonating stomach, Give her each whistle that emanated from my lips; blessing her existence with unsurpassable euphoria on every step which she ebulliently alighted, Give her each fantasy that I kept envisaging about even in the heart of the brilliantly blistering day; keeping her spirits escalating towards the sky; till times immemorial, Give her each beat that passionately palpitated every unfurling instant in my heart; imparting her with the unrelenting ardor to relish life to its most incomprehensible capacity, Give her each breath that diffused in magnificent unison from my nostrils; engendering her to lead even my quota of destined life, For although I possessed all the sagacious qualities described above O! Lord; I was still of no use to this colossal world and society; being viciously strangulated every instant by the horrendous lechery of my mind; while angels like her needed forever to exist; needed forever to be alive….

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KEEPING HER LOVE I kept the reinvigorating pints of soda securely in a transparent bottle; tightly clasping the lid with screws of scintillating steel, I kept the cubes of exotically transparent ice; in the inner most dormitories of the freezing refrigerator; overwhelmingly engulfed by a chilling calm, I kept the conglomerate of stupendously redolent flowers in a grandiloquent vase; as they wafted their heavenly scent to every cranny of my profusely amicable dwelling, I kept the battalion of gaudy shirts in cloistered interiors of my bedroom closet; wholesomely sequestered from even the most minuscule trace of alien light, I kept the festoon of glittering jewels in the invincible realms of the bank locker; ensuring their perpetual safety against the deadliest of invasion, I kept the bulky wallet in the back pocket of my handsomely jaded trousers; meticulously safe guarding the crisply bundled notes of currency; against disdainful dirt and storm, I kept the swanky automobile in the delectably compact garage; shielding it from salaciously ogling eyes and acrimonious beams of sweltering Sunshine, I kept the germicidal tablet of stringent soap in proximity with the lavatory seat; to wholesomely annihilate even the last bit of stench adhering intransigently to my palms, I kept scattered sheaf of random papers compiled safely in a cardboard file; ensuring that they appeared in a scrupulously chronological order; whenever the whites of my eye tried to glimpse them, I kept the obnoxious buts of ash extruding from my cigar in an emerald ashtray; insurmountably seeing to it that the smoke died a ghastly death; there in itself, I kept the fabulously studded designer belt on the shimmering hook; gliding like a majestic snake; kissing carpets of seductive air as it cascaded down like an angel, I kept the cartons of appetizing fruit pulp on the sparkling kitchen slab; feasting my eyes profoundly on the bunch; each time I felt even the tiniest pang of hunger reverberate in my stomach, 549

I kept the sounds of the melodiously chirping cuckoo; impregnably imprisoned in my ears; cherishing the mesmerizing tunes in my mind; in times of unfathomable distress, I kept the pet rabbits in their amicably warm kennel; sheltering them from the vicious onslaught of wildly frenzied wolves, I kept the gruesomely orphaned eggs in the compassionately moist nest; for them to blossom into blissful fledglings of vibrant tomorrow, I kept the mystically enamoring and checkered chessboard close to the lawns; maneuvering the royally embellished pieces while transgressing through a blanket of glistening dew drops, I kept the sachet of tangy peppermints in the topmost compartment of my shirt; popping a pill every now and again into my mouth; to impart that reinvigorating spice to my monotonously treacherous life, I kept the idol of my sacrosanct mother in my conscience and my mind; leaning upon it in my times of insurmountably escalating tension; times when I was about to embark on any new expedition in life, And I kept her love always deep inside my heart; bonding my impoverished soul with hers for countless more births; bonding my breath with hers for fathomless more lives to unveil….

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IF THE HEART EVER HAD A TONGUE If the broken wall ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the disdainfully inferior quality of cement used in its construction; that had fomented it to crumble appallingly towards soil, If the mercilessly chopped down tree ever had a tongue; then the first thing it uttered; would be about the barbaric humans; who ruthlessly cut it down to illuminate their every superficial night, If the hazy river waters ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the tyrannically obnoxious industries; which polluted their heavenly persona profusely every unleashing second, If the orphaned tooth ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about diabolical monsters who had so uncouthly ripped it apart from the cozy realms of its masters mouth, If the sands of the tumultuously blistering desert ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the horrendous life they were bestowed upon with; without the most minuscule droplet of sparkling water, If the shattered petal ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the cowardly satanic way in which the flower shed it; when confronted with the tiniest wind of storm,’ If the pathetically deflated balloon ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about its royally oligarchic times in the sky; the acrimonious bullet which pierced it through its protuberant belly; rendering it sadly into the corpse which it currently was, If the overwhelmingly bashed egg ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the ominously wretched snake which stole it surreptitiously when its mother was fast asleep; splitting apart its nimble body into infinite halves, If the rusty piece of jewelry ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about its hideously vain mistress; who hurled it to rot in the sinister dungeons; meting out her insurmountable frustration on its impeccable demeanor, 551

If the disheveled rags of cloth ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the treacherous rioters who grappled them devilishly; disorienting them from their handsomely stoical posture, If the brutally trampled whisker ever had a tongue; then the first thing it uttered; would be about its majestic times while embedded to the lion’s snout; the nonchalant way in which it had fallen on the ground; when the beast was thunderously snoring, If the bone lying morbidly in the interiors of the obsolete castle ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the robust body of the prince it once upon a time inhabited; the gory moment when its master breathed his very last; to leave it decaying even centuries after his death, If the disastrously melting mountains of ice-cream ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the acerbically dictatorial rays of the Sun which had compelled them to completely loose their identity, If the dismally corroded mouse-trap ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about how much it abhorred imprisoning filthily stinking mice; how much it desired to be placed in flamboyantly dazzling sunshine, If the sleazily colored bundles of cotton ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the unfathomably commercial farmer; plucking them indiscriminately from their immaculate buds; selling them at a price when infact they were priceless, If the blanket of grass blades ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the demons transgressing indefatigably on their voluptuous carpet; pulverizing their silken softness with indigenous feet, If the splattered splinters of glass lying forlorn on the floor ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the pertinently irascible hordes of children; who had made them taste dust; with their obdurate cricket balls, If the solitarily wandering soul ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the inexplicable agony it was besieged with; the utter helplessness that it was thoroughly engulfed with; when it simply couldn’t help its loved ones in distress, And if the broken heart ever had a tongue; the first 552

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thing it uttered; would be about how much it craved to be loved; how much it craved for that immortal love in its life once again; which it unfortunately couldn’t get…..

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I SALUTE YOU I salute you for your majestic speech; the authoritative flurry of spell binding words which emanated royally from your mouth, I salute you for your impeccable stride; the magnanimous poise in your stature that portrayed you irrefutably as the greatest, I salute you for your astoundingly mesmerizing sight; your uncanny ability to decipher the most inconspicuous of evil loitering ominously in the crowd, I salute you for your ravishingly rubicund complexion; the ingratiating aura you generated on every piece of soil you voluptuously caressed, I salute you for your insurmountably stoical passiveness; the unsurpassable equanimity with which you confronted the deadliest of disaster without a ruffle to your whiskers, I salute you for your unflinching sense of responsibility; the ghastliest of times you had borne; just to see a smile lighten up on the face of your compatriots, I salute you for your astute acumen of dealing dexterously with the uncouth world; marching relentlessly on your path to undeniable success, I salute you for your inexorably poignant eyes; the heart rendering empathy you harbored within; for your fellow beings in inexplicably horrendous distress, I salute you for your incomprehensibly adjusting temperament; the incredulous way in which you slept even on bare brick walls; if the hour so commanded, I salute you for your stupendously reinvigorating aroma; the blissful waves of sheer ecstasy it spread ubiquitously to every cranny of this planet, I salute you for your streams of passionately circulating crimson blood; the unfathomable ardor they generated in lifeless souls wandering solitarily around, I salute you for the vivacious laughter that entrenched your lips; the cloud of benign congeniality it propagated in whomsoever it cast; even an ethereal glimpse, I salute you for your nose; which smelt only the profoundly good from even amidst a dilapidated pile of horrifically fetid garbage, 554

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I salute you for your bohemian feet; which kept traversing indefatigably to reach their ultimate goal; even in the most acerbic of storm and murderous rain, I salute you for your incredulously alluring charisma; the mystically enigmatic look in your eyes which attracted the most alien at your doorstep; even from the most obsolete corner of the globe; like a trice of a bullet, I salute you for your resolutely undeterred determination; the insatiable fervency in your demeanor to stand only by what you felt was right, I salute you for your tumultuously adventurous zeal; the spirit of conquering the unknown profusely embedded in your brain; placing you an eternal shade above the rest, I salute you for your tremendously transparent conscience; the sacrosanct feeling of righteousness which lingered around it for centuries immemorial, And my wholehearted salutations to you O! beloved !! for your ability to uninhibitedly love; your incessant endeavor to make this planet of God once again a paradise; blessing each molecule of his creation with the greatest wealth you could ever posses; your greatest virtue called "The religion of mankind"………

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FOR EVERY BEAT OF HERS

I wanted to live for each smile of hers; the laughter that uninhibitedly emanated from her throat; that made me feel greater than the God's, I wanted to live for each tear of hers; the poignant river of empathy which oozed from her mesmerizing eyes; catapulting me into a paradise beyond realms of mundane earth, I wanted to live for each word of hers; the majestic sounds that wafted from her mouth when she spoke; propelling me to float in the surreal clouds with the cadence of her seductive voice, I wanted to live for each whim of hers; the fastidious festoon of intricacies that enveloped her persona; making me admire her for her profoundly babyish attitudes, I wanted to live for each footstep of hers; the stupendously exotic rhythm that drifted as she caressed the soil; making me oblivious to all other sounds that existed in this Universe, I wanted to live for each finger of hers; the rubicund tinge which encompassed her dainty fists; that fomented me to stare wildly till times beyond eternity, I wanted to live for each wink of hers; the uncannily enigmatic way in which her eyelashes fluttered flirtatiously; inundating my life with waves of insurmountable ecstasy and the dance of sheer euphoria, I wanted to live for each dream of hers; the cloudbursts of vivacious fantasy in her eyes as each minute unveiled; which made me blinded to the most brilliantly dazzling Sunlight, I wanted to live for each passion of hers; the 556

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unrelenting ardor that besieged her countenance with as she marched towards triumph; making me rise above the ashes to discover my soul, I wanted to live for every vein of hers; the tumultuous fervency with which an ocean of scarlet blood flowed through her body; making my conviction in self more fortified than the colossal mountains, I wanted to live for every shadow of hers; the mystical way in which her contours nictitated with changing shades of light; wrecking the last iota of sleep from my insatiably wandering sight, I wanted to live for every cry of hers; the insurmountable innocence that reflected profusely in her voice; transiting me way back to the times when I had just tread my first foot on mother earth, I wanted to live for every yawn of hers; the ravishingly ingratiating aura that encapsulated her visage; which made me collapse like a box of lifeless matchsticks on blankets of cold ground, I wanted to live for every sigh of hers; the supreme contentment that celestially settled on each pore of her body; which made me relinquish all my volcano of overwhelming greed in life, I wanted to live for every dance of hers; the tantalizing way in which she swished her heavenly demeanor in torrential rain; making me exist far beyond my destined quota of years, I wanted to live for every snore of hers; the delectably immaculate island of fairies which resided in her luscious lips; flooding my life with unsurpassable ebullience and cheer, I wanted to live for every nod of hers; the irrefutably assertiveness with which she said "no"; augmenting my tenacious determination to face each hurdle of acrimonious life, I wanted to live for every breath of hers; the Omnipotent grace with which it diffused from her nostrils; instilling in me an invincible power to live, 557

And over and above all I wanted to live for every beat of hers; the indefatigable number of times her heart palpitated passionately; fortifying my faith in dying existence; fortifying my faith in dying mankind….

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THERE WERE TIMES There were times when the breeze didn’t need air to flow; gush in torrential fervor towards the handsome sky, There were times when the rose didn’t need fragrance to blossom; transit into the most unprecedented realms of voluptuous desire, There were times when the tongue didn’t need words to speak; express its emotions as vociferously as a new born child, There were times when the fish didn’t need water to swim; ebulliently bounce and gallivant in the full fervor of existence, There were times when the lips didn’t need a smile to be happy; exult in the grandeur of the mesmerizing beauty; lingering on this Universe all around, There were times when the eyes didn’t have to close to dream; fantasize beyond the boundaries of infinite infinity, There were times when the church didn’t need bells to ring; poignantly express the irrefutably divinely consent of the Almighty lord, There were times when evening didn’t need the Sun to set; metamorphose into overwhelmingly seductive and transient dusk; before the onset of perpetual night, There were times when the birds didn’t need wings to fly; soar astronomically high in vivacious bits of fabulously blue sky, There were times when the palms didn’t need lines to be destined; live the most incredulously wonderful existence that could ever be conceived on this earth, There were times when the throat didn’t need sound to communicate; reach the individual boundless kilometers away in lightening fractions of seconds, There were times when the body didn’t need muscle to 559

fight; conquer the most invincible of heights with the stupendously majestic ease of a crown prince, There were times when the storm didn’t need thunderbolts of white electricity; to incarcerate the soil in its mystically enigmatic swirl, There were times when the matchstick didn’t need flames to burn; escalate the most unsurpassable limits of the cosmos; where no entity had ever tread, There were times when the diamonds didn’t need stringent light to shine; glisten gorgeously to unleash infernos of insatiable passion, There were times when the veins didn’t need blood to survive; trigger insurmountable compassion and an unequalled ardor to lead life, There were times when the snow didn’t need heat to melt; evolve into a spring of profoundly enchanting froth; blessing countless with its heavenly charm, There were times when the nostrils didn’t need air to live; exist beyond the boundaries of inevitably unfurling fate, And there were times when the heart didn’t need a voice to proclaim; dedicate its passionately palpitating flurry of fervent beats to the person it loved; the person it wanted to incarcerate for fathomless more births to come….

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POWERLESS

Powerful to smile; as I heard something abysmally resonating in ludicrous vicinity, Powerful to fight; as I confronted the mightiest of disaster with astronomical fortitude and tenacity, Powerful to sleep; as I snored more thunderously than the demons; resting in overwhelmingly celestial contentment, Power to admire; as I sighted the mesmerizing puffs of clouds floating passionately in azure sky, Powerful to sketch; as I masterfully captured the labyrinth of picturesque sights which majestically dotted the fathomless gorge, Powerful to sing; as I inundated the gloomy atmosphere with everlasting waves of seductively rhapsodic melody, Powerful to mimic; as I possessed the incomprehensibly fascinating virtue to emulate a boundless myriad of voice, Powerful to write; as I deluged a mountain of disdainfully barren paper; with exquisite lines of oligarchic literature, Powerful to fantasize; as I triggered the chords of enigmatic imagination to the most ebulliently unprecedented limits, Powerful to speak; as I silenced unrelentingly menacing mobs of fanatic people; with the domineering authority in my voice, Powerful to dance; as I gyrated my body in insatiable agony under profusely milky rays of enchanting moonlight, Powerful to run; as I galloped like the vivacious panther; through the mystical forests at the unveiling of each ephemeral dawn, 561

Powerful to flirt; as I had this inexplicable tenacity to incarcerate any alien in the swirl of my indefatigable mischief, Powerful to dig; as I impregnated a tunnel of vibrantly optimistic hope; in layers of obdurately infidel soil, Powerful to stare; as I relentlessly looked the sweltering sun without flinching the slightest; for hours immemorial, Powerful to chew; as I masticated the most resilient morsels of food into handsome bits of pulverized chowder, Powerful to foresee; as I perspicaciously tackled each aspect of pragmatically monotonous life; measuring each step of mine as I walked, Powerful to breathe; as I lived each moment of life to its most unbelievable capacity; with the euphoria to perennially discover fervently besieging me, But powerless to face her; as I wholesomely submitted my humble countenance to the wave of her turbulently swirling love; bonding my heart; body and soul with the immortal essence of her sacred existence….

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NO HEART SHOULD EVER MISS No bird should ever miss the exuberant breeze; the unsurpassable bits of vivacious sky; which triggered it to shrug all inhibitions and perpetually fly, No panther should ever miss the exotic wilderness of the fathomless jungle; the kingly ambience of the royal den which passionately awaited its oligarchic personality, No butterfly should ever miss flamboyant sunlight; those vividly boisterous rays that unveiled its grandiloquent beauty; fomented it to gleefully fun and frolic, No fish should ever miss the ravishingly swirling sea; the unfathomable depths of emerald water which made them magnificently glide like a prince; till times ahead of eternity, No cloud in the cosmos should ever miss the torrential fountain of rain; the incomprehensible sea of golden water which tumbled down in ecstatic frenzy; upon disastrously parched ground, No mother should ever miss playing with her most cherished child; tossing it amicably in air; after harnessing it with her blood and milk, No glowworm should ever miss the stupendously alluring night; the voluptuous blanket of blackness that aptly propelled it to emanate its dazzling glow, No eyelid should ever miss a flirtatious wink; the infinitesimally inconspicuous action which sparked of; a flurry of mischievously animated smiles, No lip should ever miss an insatiably passionately kiss; the ardent caress which made it float in realms of impregnably fascinating fantasy, No tortoise should ever miss the sprawling meadow of plush grass; the astoundingly remarkable bliss it was blessed to laze in; along with pecking at a festoon of innocuous insects wandering carelessly around, 563

No pen should ever miss to marvelously scribble and write; the insurmountable grandiloquence it imparted to simple words; granting them a stature beyond the kings, No fruit should ever miss the tantalizing bedcover of succulent leaves; the boundless network of chocolate brown tendrils which sequestered it from the most turbulent storm and rain, No serpent should ever miss guarding an unprecedentedly colossal treasury of gold biscuits; protecting perseveringly earned wealth with the power of its irrefutably sacred hood, No valley should ever miss the ingratiatingly spell binding echo; the enigmatic tunnel of reverberations that diffused thereafter; the captivating tunes which had so much to say, No mind should ever miss a relentlessly proliferating fantasy; the indefatigably enchanting reverie it placed the body in; to exist even beyond infinite births, No ear should ever miss the fabulously gorgeous tunes of the nightingale; the overwhelmingly seductive melody in the rhapsodic sound; which made the soul oblivious to all inexplicable misery and sadness, No throat should ever miss heavenly mountain water; the divinely liquid that cascaded down gently from the pristine slopes; imparting ultimate contentment to the viciously struggling conscience, No nostrils should ever miss compassionately volatile breath; the cloudbursts of rejuvenating air flowing incessantly into the lungs; pioneering fresh traces of life every unfurling instant, And no heart should ever miss the immortal river of love; which made just one singular life of tangible existence; equivalent to countless more lifetimes…..

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CANDID IMPRESSION

When I asked the serrated skinned crocodile to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely pulverized shape of my celestial form, When I asked the clouds in the cosmos to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an evanescent image of my countenance; which faded sooner than it had evolved, When I asked the lecherously silken spider to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an inconspicuous thread like image; of my huge visage, When I asked the profusely buried tree roots to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an overwhelmingly blotted caricature of my entity; strewn with fathomless tons of dust, When I asked the hideous vultures in the sky to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; adding a pair of diabolical wings to my body; which made people around me run for their lives, When I asked the army of abominable rats to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making cocoons of fetidly stinking cheese; of my magnanimously philanthropic facial contours, When I asked the ominously savage stray dog to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a deliciously meaty bone of my exorbitantly heavy weight body, When I asked the vivaciously striped croaking frog to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a lanky blade of wild grass and blackness; of my robustly sculptured agile framework, When I asked the infinitesimally diminutive mosquito to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a squalidly diseased form; of my supremely redolent demeanor, When I asked the resplendent blanket of stars to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a 565

wildly flickering flame; of my emphatically sonorous presence, When I asked the mammoth plumes of ghastly bellowing smoke to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a unbelievably hostile portrait; of my impeccable persona, When I asked the gigantic elephant to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an insurmountably opprobrious mushroom; of my majestically domineering form, When I asked the satanically wading sharks in the ocean to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an enigmatic octopus; of my most unsurpassably pragmatic form, When I asked the melodiously ticking cuckoo clock to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an incomprehensibly pathetic numeral; of my insatiably mystical and surreal brain, When I asked the seed scattered rampantly on soil to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a magical tree producing more of its kind; of my irrefutably pristine visage, When I asked the thunderously roaring panther to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a spuriously blowing whisker; of my boundless conglomerate of authoritative bones, When I asked the obnoxiously thorny cactus to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely blistering desert; of my lusciously blossoming body, When I asked my inimitably sacrosanct mother to sketch me; all she ended up doing was; making an innocuously sleeping child; of my completely grown up form, But when I asked my divinely immortal beloved to sketch me; she didn’t sketch me at all; ripped apart her heart instead; to show me my candid impression; which had been there since centuries unfathomable; and which she was sure would be always there; everytime she took birth as a human again…. 566

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LADEN The tree in the pristine forest; was laden with overwhelming quantities of succulent berry and rhapsodic fruit, The fathomless expanse of barren sky; was laden with an enchanting conglomerate of seductively silken clouds, The flower extruding from the delectable farm; was laden with bountiful petals; blossoming into a myriad of tantalizingly colorful forms, The incomprehensibly huge dictionary; was laden with a battalion of exquisite words; explicitly portraying infinite situations of pragmatic life, The magnificently shimmering egg; was laden with life yielding yolk; which evolved over a period of time into a mesmerizing offspring, The trajectory of the majestically swirling ocean; was laden with a festoon of voluptuously undulating waves; spraying profusely handsome salt on the rocks as well as the shores, The toweringly colossal mountains; were laden with bed sheets of ingratiatingly scintillating ice; cascading into waterfalls of melodious froth as the Sun flamed to its full shine, The boisterously swarming beehive; was laden with golden honey; dribbling in splendid harmony towards chocolate brown territories of soil, The grandiloquently striped flamingoes perched on the river banks; were laden with a sheath of fabulously satin feathers; propelling them to soar like a pompous prince in the sky, The flamboyantly escalating fire; was laden with a flurry of poignant flames; which profoundly illuminated the morbidly dreary and starless night, 567

The incredulously oligarchic castle; was laden with scores of intricately alluring furniture; an extravagantly jeweled throne on which sat the crown king, The framework of articulately dexterous bones; was laden with rubicund layers of flesh; granting it thereby the formidable tenacity to surge forward in unprecedented exuberance, The valiant landscape of the pugnacious battlefield; was laden with innumerable soldiers; ready to sacrifice their life any instant for the sake of their revered motherland, The boundlessly glistening blackboard; was laden synchronized lines of raw chalk; portraying vital points of survival to earnestly learning students, The robust periphery of tongue; was laden with gallons of euphoric saliva; instilling in it tangy traces of exotic taste, The fathomless land of the desert; was laden with infinite tons of stupendously sparkling sand, The flamboyantly vivacious calendar; was laden with an armory of months and dates; candidly divulging the extraordinary rapid unveiling of time, The dome sculptured crystalline scalp; was laden with silken curls of voluptuous hair; which imparted a compassionate cushioning against repugnantly vindictive blows, The profoundly impregnable conscience; was laden with optimistically enlightening ideals; that provided astronomical tenacity to the persona to ecstatically plunge forward in life, And the passionately palpitating heart; was laden with invincible love; which kept proliferating towards the sky as the seconds unfurled; kept getting more and more fortified with each stroke of palpable existence….

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LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE

I couldn’t talk non stop; for after a while; the chords of my intricate throat started to hurt; and a gruesome hoarseness besieged my persona, I couldn’t walk non stop; for after a while; the soles of my feet started to ache; and the conglomerate of dreary bones in my body demanded celestial rest, I couldn’t write non stop; for after a while; my fingers swelled like a plump tomato; and the disdainful sweat on my palms started to drip obnoxiously on barren sheets of white paper, I couldn’t stare non stop; for after a while; my voluptuously soft cushion of lids fell down with a sigh; and the whites of my eye were desperate to get rid of the tumultuous stinging, I couldn’t eat non stop; for after a while; the tunnels of my stomach threatened to puke; and the buds of my tongue abhorrently repulsed the most exotic of taste, I couldn’t dance non stop; for after a while; the fantasy in my mind wholesomely subsided; and I inevitably collapsed on soil for my nocturnal slumber under the resplendent stars, I couldn’t plough non stop; for after a while; the acrimonious rays of the Sun stabbed me like a billion needles; and the gallons of golden sweat which dribbled; made me loose holistic degrees of control, I couldn’t swim non stop; for after a while; the tenacity in my arms seemed to be diminishing; and the fathomless expanse of waters made me return back to the heavenly shores, I couldn’t party non stop; for after a while; the pretentious smoke of cigar took its toll on my natural nerves; and the sonorously manipulative style of talking; assassinated all my raw exuberance in its 569

premature buds, I couldn’t study non stop; for after a while; beads of exasperation began to entrench me from all sides; and life became nothing but a series of disastrously monotonous equations to confront, I couldn’t sing non stop; for after a while; all tunes existing seemed to be puncturing me like fulminating volcano's; and I lost complete identity of my very own voice, I couldn’t dream non stop; for after a while; the pragmatic realities of life started to pinch me overwhelmingly; and the penurious conditions which currently engulfed me; obstructed me in my path of transforming all my perceptions into a perpetual reality, I couldn’t fight non stop; for after a while; realization dawned upon me that it was all baseless; and I needed to contribute something towards deteriorating mankind, I couldn’t sleep non stop; for after a while; I felt the blistering mid day sunshine filtering unbearably through my eyes; and the framework of my countenance became restless to be on the move, I couldn’t drive non stop; for after a while; the world outside became an incessantly revolving whiz; and I frantically wanted to trespass at normal speeds once again, I couldn’t rule non stop; for after a while; I felt as if I was completely losing my indigenous identity; and the voice of my conscience commanded me to rest blissfully in the lap of my revered mother, I couldn’t focus non stop; for after a while; the insurmountably restless urges in my soul got the better of me; and I found myself pondering on everything else; other than what I was supposed to concentrate, I couldn’t play non stop; for after a while; the will to majestically survive made me march dynamically towards the summit; slither with uninhibited passion; 570

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to achieve all my goals in life, I couldn’t hate non stop; for after a while; the inexorably omnipotent voice of my mind condemned me for my cowardly behavior; and the blood circulating in my veins fomented me to embrace my fellow mates in pain, I couldn’t lie non stop; for after a while; an astronomically ardent desire to disentangle myself from this web of lechery; and my tongue candidly conveyed its explicit set of ideals, But there was only one virtue which I could do non stop; and which not only I; but every entity with a throbbing heart has been doing since centuries immemorial; a virtue which even the greatest of God's have bowed down too; a virtue which has its immoral essence dissipated in every nook and cranny of this boundless planet; O! yes I feel the richest man on this earth to proclaim it as LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE…….

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I PREFERRED TO CALL I preferred to call smoke; ONLY SMOKE; as it was disdainfully dirty and horrendously polluted the serene carpets of atmosphere, I preferred to call the stone ONLY STONE; as it was bereft of the slightest of empathy; stared in morbid silence for hours immemorial towards the blanket of stars, I preferred to call the pig ONLY PIG; as it prolifically disseminated and perpetuated filth in every mesmerizing path it transgressed, I preferred to call the knife ONLY KNIFE; as it harbored the virtue of indiscriminate blood; ghastily ripped through innocent flesh at diabolical will, I preferred to call a chunk of obnoxious sewage ONLY SEWAGE; as it punctuated the rhapsodic air with an unfathomably repulsive perfume, I preferred to call a tornado ONLY TORNADO; as it mercilessly annihilated the most minuscule trace of life existing on this planet, I preferred to call an earthquake ONLY EARTHQUAKE; as it gobbled up immaculate entities in the swirl of its viciously reverberating tremors, I preferred to call an avalanche ONLY AVALANCHE; as it impregnated an inexplicable wave of deathly chill in all those tangible scattered around; treacherously engulfed heavenly children in cloudbursts of satanic snow, I preferred to call the thorn ONLY THORN; as it invidiously pierced unsuspecting skin; propelled a flurry of hysterical tears to dribble down the cheeks, I preferred to call the footprint ONLY FOOTPRINT; as it triggered in me an inexorable nostalgia for the past; faded into obsolete wisps of nothingness with the tiniest draught of wind, I preferred to call the frown ONLY FROWN; as it 572

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embodied a cloud of pathetic gloom in blissful entities seated around; dreadfully disrupted the harmony of God's divinely creation, I preferred to call vulture ONLY VULTURE; as it insidiously plucked the flesh of my revered compatriots who had celestially relinquished breath to depart for their heavenly abode, I preferred to call the dustbin ONLY DUSTBIN; as it profusely fostered overwhelmingly crumpled fragments; which decimated traces of exuberant energy, I preferred to call the dungeon ONLY DUNGEON; as it ruthlessly abdicated all forms of vivaciously blistering sunlight; rotting in perennial darkness; bringing euphoric man closer to his grave, I preferred to call bombastic slang ONLY SLANG; as it hideously overpowered the rustically holistic rudiments of an individual; made him wholesomely oblivious to even the place where he was born, I preferred to call poison ONLY POISON; as it snapped the fangs of precious existence; with its lethally abominable venom, I preferred to call the devil ONLY DEVIL; as he dared the audacity to raise his savagely senseless head in front of my Omnipresent Creator, But I preferred to call my Mother; as Mom; Mamma; Mummy; Mommy; Ma and an infinite other names from the repertoire of God; as she was the entity who had given me birth to witness and relish this fabulous world, And I preferred to call my Beloved; as sweetheart; darling; revered wife; dreamgirl; poetry; and an infinite other names in the treasury of Almighty Lord; as she was the very reason that I was breathing life this very moment; infact would continue to live even if the planet failed to be born again…….

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BRINGING A SMILE ON YOUR FACE

The doctor brought a smile on your face; by his flurry of boisterously potent medicines, The magician brought a smile on your face; by his fathomless myriad of stupendously enchanting tricks, The clouds brought a smile on your face; by showering upon your impeccable persona; with glistening globules of euphoric rain, The farmer brought a smile on your face; by sharing with you a festoon of majestically sparkling rubicund fruit, The grandiloquent pen brought a smile on your face; by embossing boundless lines of exquisite calligraphy on sheets of your treacherously barren exam paper, The birds brought a smile on your face; by soaring vivaciously amidst exuberantly blue bits of silver sky, The waves brought a smile on your face; by dissipating into a cloudburst of poignantly tangy forth; clashing against the chain of cold blooded rocks in overwhelmingly rhapsodic frenzy, The Sun brought a smile on your face; by playing hide and seek with your immaculately fluttering eyelashes; striking your innocuous eyeballs with its marvelously dazzling light, The nightingale brought a smile on your face; by its ingratiatingly captivating voice; filtering a path of irrefutable melody in the vicinity of your intricate ears, The pilot brought a smile on your face; by transporting you through the blissfully ecstatic clouds; with profusely pearly rays of the moon now at whisker lengths from your countenance, The cow brought a smile on your face; by impregnating your demeanor with astronomical spurts of invincible fortification, 574

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The lotus brought a smile on your face; by dissipating its incredulously rejuvenating fragrance to every corner of your thoroughly flabbergasted bones, The watchman brought a smile to your face; by guarding you like an unconquerable fortress; while you snored in the realms of mesmerizing fantasy all night, The bee brought a smile to your face; by inundating your palms with unfathomably gorgeous streams of ebullient honey, The horse brought a smile to your face; by embarking you upon your exhilarating expedition; of the supremely verdant and enigmatic countryside, The appetizing morsels of steaming broth brought a smile on your face; by wholesomely placating pangs of hunger fulminating more abnormally than the volcano; every second in your stomach, The pair of voluptuously seductive lips brought a smile on your face; by igniting infernos of insatiable desire in your body; as they brushed across your chest, The mother brought a smile on your face; by giving you birth and the tenacity to unflinchingly confront the most diabolical aspect of tyrannical existence, The Almighty Lord brought a smile on your face; by granting you a right to celestially survive as one of his infinite molecules, And the Beloved brought a smile on your face; by her irrefutably sacred virtue of immortal love; that kept you always smiling for countless more births even after your death….

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NO COMBATS In order to combat the arrow of abhorrently maiming prejudice; I used the wave of bountifully compassionate and beautifully celestial; companionship, In order to combat the arrow of baselessly dastardly fear; I used the mountains of unsurpassably fearless and peerlessly unblemished; courage, In order to combat the arrow of libidinously penalizing raunchiness; I used the scent of righteously scintillating and divinely benign; humanity, In order to combat the arrow of venomously acrid manipulation; I used the sword of exuberantly unflinching and altruistically blistering; patriotism, In order to combat the arrow of lasciviously terrorizing drought; I used the cloud of inimitably crimson and gregariously perennial; rain, In order to combat the arrow of fecklessly frigid depression; I used the sea of rhapsodically untamed and fragrantly effervescent; happiness, In order to combat the arrow of turgidly brutal monotony; I used the sky of fathomlessly ingratiating and timelessly triumphant; freedom, In order to combat the arrow of egregiously fetid laziness; I used the mist of spell bindingly exhilarating and blessedly proliferating; newness, In order to combat the arrow of irrationally indiscriminating greed; I used the mantra of eternally fantastic and benevolently tranquil; selflessness, In order to combat the arrow of hedonistically salacious slavery; I used the rainbow of vivaciously victorious and irrefutably unassailable; freedom, In order to combat the arrow of deliriously diabolical insanity; I used the inferno of harmoniously seductive and perpetually symbiotic; mankind, In order to combat the arrow of lackadaisically directionless dereliction; I used the Sun of timelessly ticking and everlastingly blazing; truth, In order to combat the arrow of torturously tormenting chauvinism; I used the meadows of holistically placating and impregnably priceless; simplicity, In order to combat the arrow of vindictively fretful debauchery; I used the tunes of uninhibitedly embracing and ubiquitously uniting; poetry, In order to combat the arrow of bizarrely estranged 576

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commercialism; I used the panacea of vividly efficacious and invincibly bonding; brotherhood, In order to combat the arrow of treacherously asphyxiating boredom; I used the cisterns of fantastically fantasizing and tantalizingly silken; sensuousness, In order to combat the arrow of invidiously incarcerating betrayal; I used the tonic of irretrievably unending and tirelessly unfettered; faith, In order to combat the arrow of poisonously pernicious death; I used the carpet of surreally enigmatic and bounteously heavenly; life, But in order to combat the arrow of immortally unshakable love; I didn’t use; not did I ever wanted to use even the most infinitesimal of defense; as I let it wholeheartedly pierce the corridors of my penuriously slavering heart; let it liberate me forever and ever and ever; from the tensions of greedy life; from the aftermaths of ghastly death…..

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HAD ROOM FOR NONE ELSE Even if the entire world disdainfully shrugged you; dismissing you as a piece of inconspicuously threadbare shit, Even if the entire world lecherously whipped you; mercilessly hurtling you in a dungeon of ominous scorpions for ostensibly no fault of yours, Even if the entire world impugned you of being bawdily adulterated; although your soul was as pristine as the godly mother’s milk, Even if the entire world indefatigably jeered at you; for solely following the voices of your immaculate conscience, The beats of my heart still throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside cruelly lambasted and castigated; and the corridors of my impoverished life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Eternal beloved…. 1… Even if the entire world hedonistically spat on your sparkling honesty; ghoulishly yearning to jinx every righteous step that you tread, Even if the entire world fretfully blinded your immaculate integrity; with corpses of acrimoniously pugnacious manipulation, Even if the entire world salaciously molested every trace of your sacrosanct shadow; relentlessly trying to metamorphose all your insatiable jubilation into a wisp of infidel nothingness, Even if the entire world invidiously obfuscated your path to philanthropism; wanting you to perilously coalesce with the mortuary of delinquent politics instead, The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside satanically cursed and wailed; and the corridors of my truncated life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Priceless beloved…. 2… Even if the entire world incessantly shrugged at you in bizarre skepticism; impugning you of the most cannibalistic crimes; which you had never ever dreamt or committed, 578

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Even if the entire world treated you as a diminutively feckless dustbin; giving you only lackadaisical stone to eat; while they profusely bathed in waterfalls of crimson wine, Even if the entire world heinously hissed at your innocuous dwelling; making each unfurling instant of your existence; more venomously diabolical than the scorpion sting, Even if the entire world horrendously slashed your stupendously mellifluous voice; with parasitically blood-stained chains of delirious immorality, The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside baselessly crucified and burnt; and the corridors of my destined life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Omnipotent beloved…. 3…. Even if the entire world barbarously torched you to the last bone of your spine; meting out their dastardly graveyards of frustration; upon your innocently shimmering skin, Even if the entire world mordantly toyed with your river of uninhibitedly spell bidning emotions; maliciously exploiting your irrevocable honesty; to construct the foundations of their hideous cowardliness, Even if the entire world ghastily tormented you beyond the thresholds of sagacious sanity; overshadowing the wave of your blazing patriotism with opprobrious retribution, Even if the entire world lethally adulterated every aspect of your brilliantly beautiful life; incarcerating you like a miserably chained puppet; in the dungeons of disparaging depravation, The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside sadistically tyrannized and mutiliated; and the corridors of my minuscule life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Immortal beloved….

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LICENSE TO LOVE

It was none other than the stupendously enamoring and timeless fragrance of the crimson roses; that beautifully gave me the license to uninhibitedly smell, It was none other than the enchantingly gregarious and celestial festoon of bountiful clouds; that exuberantly gave me the license to uninhibitedly fly, It was none other than the flirtatiously tantalizing and insatiably seductive mountain tip; that euphorically gave me the license to uninhibitedly fantasize, It was none other than the rhapsodically undulating and enigmatically leaping ocean; that resplendently gave me the license to uninhibitedly adventure, It was none other than the melodiously chirping and enchantingly voluptuous nightingales; that beautifully gave me the license to uninhibitedly romanticize, It was none other than the unflinchingly blazing and Omnipotently golden Sun; that limitlessly gave me the license to uninhibitedly triumph, It was none other than the uncannily vibrant and blissfully tranquil forest; that unrestrictedly gave me the license to uninhibitedly dance, It was none other than the magnetically alluring and unfathomably titillating seductress; that gave me the license to uninhibitedly enchant, It was none other than the impeccably milky and fathomlessly iridescent Moon; that fascinatingly gave me the license to uninhibitedly sleep, It was none other than the indomitably heavenly and sacrosanct Mother; that perennially gave me the license to uninhibitedly frolic, It was none other than the patriotically undaunted and intrepidly righteous soldier; that altruistically gave me the license to uninhibitedly blaze, It was none other than the majestically parading and fearlessly galloping lion; that impregnably gave me the license to uninhibitedly express, It was none other than the convivially twinkling and mischievously sensuous star; that fantastically gave me the license to uninhibitedly 580

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enlighten, It was none other than the artistically extraordinary and spellbindingly mollifying cradle; that unimaginably gave me the license to uninhibitedly reminisce, It was none other than the brilliantly emulating and immaculately ingenious chimpanzee; that wonderfully gave me the license to uninhibitedly innovate, It was none other than the panoramically Omniscient and endlessly proliferating chapter of life; that divinely gave me the license to uninhibitedly discover, It was none other than the irrefutably righteous and unassailably spotless conscience; that aristocratically gave me the license to uninhibitedly consecrate, It was none other than the poetically charismatic and unshakably unstoppable breath; that perpetually gave me the license to uninhibitedly live, And it was none other than the passionately thundering and effulgently rhythmic heart; that immortally gave me the license to uninhibitedly love….

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AT LEAST ONCE It really doesn’t matter whether you dressed up like a majestically unconquerable prince an infinite number of times; or whether you indolently wandered into the aisles of fecklessness without the most infinitesimal of fabric to drape your trembling form, It really doesn’t matter whether you digested the most scrumptiously tantalizing meals an infinite number of times; or whether you torturously emaciated every single of your intestine; till the last iota of breath that you exhaled, It really doesn’t matter whether you indefatigably sailed in the most swankiest of aircrafts an infinite number of times; or whether you preposterously slithered on obdurately cold-blooded ground; pathetically decaying every day of your existence like a frigidly orphaned leaf, It really doesn’t matter whether you insatiably fantasized about the fathomlessly unending beauty of this Universe an infinite number of times; or whether you deliriously stared into a corpse of jinxed baselessness for centuries immemorial, It really doesn’t matter whether you uninhibitedly danced in the heart of the vivaciously moonlit night an infinite number of times; or whether you withered like an infidel piece of insipid chalk at the most diminutive draught of wind, It really doesn’t matter whether you philanthropically smiled at your every comrade who came your way an infinite number of times; or whether you despicably fretted and fumed in your cocoon of insanely mundane commercialism, It really doesn’t matter whether you restlessly innovated a valley of unsurpassable freshness an infinite number of times; or whether you decrepitly stagnated in the dungeons of hedonistically prejudiced malice, It really doesn’t matter whether you supremely embellished every cranny of your persona with an unfathomable ocean of pearls an infinite number of times; or whether you bathed in disdainful cowdung curry as the minutes painstakingly unveiled by, It really doesn’t matter whether you enchantingly sang 582

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till endless eternity for an infinite number of times; or whether you discordantly croaked in the graveyards of ignominiously rebuking oblivion for ostensibly no reason or rhyme, It really doesn’t matter whether you forever stood first in even the most evanescent of tasks that you attempted an infinite number of times; or whether you disastrously stuttered to nimbly amble a single step, It really doesn’t matter whether you astoundingly nurtured every aspect of your life to irrevocably inimitable perfection an infinite number of times; or whether you callously pillaged and blundered on even the most easiest of lanes that greeted you in your way, It really doesn’t matter whether you made patriotically blazing victory your daily cup of reinvigorating morning tea an infinite number of times; or whether you collapse like a pack of incongruously livid pancakes; morbidly within the realms of your sleep, It really doesn’t matter whether you indefatigably chased newer dimensions of prosperity an infinite number of times; or whether you dastardly discarded every moment of your survival; aimlessly admiring the delinquently irascible ants, It really doesn’t matter whether you philandered amongst the highest echelon of society an infinite number of times; or whether you lackadaisically shriveled in the dungeons of purposelessly solitary oblivion, It really doesn’t matter whether you celestially snored under the rhapsodically voluptuous quilts an infinite number of times; or whether you haplessly salivated on the dusty streets; with the salacious begging bowl outstretched from your unruly bohemian palms, It really doesn’t matter whether you compassionately garnered International acclaim and cynosure of the highest degree an infinite number of times; or whether you insidiously retreated in your shattered cocoon at the tiniest ray of alien light, It really doesn’t matter whether you spawned into a rainbow of invincible versatility an infinite number of times; or whether you lead every unraveling second of your life; like a penuriously middle-class man, And it really doesn’t matter whether you joyously executed an infinite number of things in the odyssey of your enigmatic life for an infinite number times or 583

whether you nonchalantly discarded your every hour into the mortuaries of barren nothingness, But it is my humble plea to one and all of you on this colossal Universe alike; that do unassailably dedicate every passionate beat of your heart to the person you love at least once in your life; do definitely fall and gloriously fructify into the branches of immortal love; at least once in your entire lifetime…

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MR. AND MRS. OMNIPOTENT LOVE When Miss Voluptuously Enchanting Rain met Mr. Spell Bindingly Effulgent Earth; they insuperably became; Mr. & Mrs. Eternal fructifying Prosperity, When Miss Boisterously Frolicking Bumble Bee met Mr. Unbelievably Fragrant Louts; they perpetually became; Mr. & Mrs. Eternally Sparkling Vivaciousness, When Miss Ingratiatingly Royal Sensitivity met Mr. Uninhibitedly Fulminating Freedom; they impregnably became, Mr. & Mrs. Unflinchingly Unbelievable Patriotism, When Miss Exhilaratingly Timeless Fantasy met Mr. Unsurpassably Eternal Seduction; they perennially became; Mr. & Mrs. Tantalizingly Effulgent Proliferation, When Miss Charismatically Symbiotic Smiles met Mr. Effeminately Poignant Valley; they unassailably became; Mr. & Mrs. Ubiquitously Unparalleled Artistry, When Miss Intimately Convivial Sweetness met Mr. Holistically Symbiotic Wind; they unshakably became; Mr. & Mrs. Regally Priceless Mankind, When Miss Ferociously Austere Anger met Mr. Profusely Unlimited Honey; they timelessly became; Mr. & Mrs. Eclectically Vivid Tanginess, When Miss Enthrallingly Pristine Blackness met Mr. Flamboyantly Flaming Sun; they tirelessly became; Mr. & Mrs. Exuberantly Mollifying Evening, When Miss Marvelously Insatiable Compassion met Mr. Fearlessly Altruistic Fortitude; they irrevocably became; Mr. & Mrs. Everlastingly Unblemished Unity, When Miss Surreptitiously Philandering Mist met Mr. Bewitchingly Esoteric Adventurer; they indomitably became; Mr. & Mrs. Fathomlessly Stupefying Enigma, When Miss Unrestrictedly Expressive Tigress met Mr. Phlegmatically Reticent Air; they unstoppably became; Mr. & Mrs. Celestially Pleasant Atmosphere, When Miss Aristocratically Ingenious Rainbow met Mr. Artistically Fantastic Poetry; they harmoniously became; Mr. & Mrs. Unrelentingly Exotic Adventure, When Miss Inexorably Profound Concentration met Mr. Limitlessly Luminiscent Dedication; they exultatingly became; Mr. & Mrs. Inimitably Ecstatic Victory, 585

When Miss Resplendently Discovering Freedom met Mr. Dazzlingly Unconquerable Truth; they unceasingly became; Mr. & Mrs. Supremely Enamoring Paradise, When Miss Astoundingly Ingenious Punctuality met Mr. Incomprehensibly state-of-the-art Precision; they infallibly became; Mr. & Mrs. Gloriously Unassailable Picture-Perfect, When Miss Panoramically Virgin Beauty met Mr. Mellifluously Priceless Rudiments; they invincibly became; Mr & Mrs. Sensuously Heavenly Mother-Nature, When Miss Fascinatingly Relentless Dreamer met Mr. Gregariously Synergistic Philosopher; they inevitably became; Mr. & Mrs. Unbreakably Unlimited Friend, When Miss Vibrantly Untamed Breath met Mr. Passionately Vivid Enthusiasm; they unrestrictedly became; Mr. & Mrs. Sacredly Blessing Life, And when Miss Divinely Thundering Heart met Mr. Unimaginably Burgeoning Freshness; they immortally became; Mr. & Mrs. Endlessly Omnipotent Love….

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UNCEASINGLY SIZELESS Every foot on this wonderfully colossal Universe had a specific size; some as large as the untamed bohemian giants; while some as small as intricately delectable mushroom sprouts, Every hand on this insatiably resplendent Universe had a specific size; some as large as boundlessly rustic tree-trunks; while some as small as exotically petite ice-candy cones, Every waist on this beautifully bountiful Universe had a specific size; some as large as haplessly sailing parachutes in fathomlessly azure sky; while some as small as an infinitesimally infidel ant’s nest, Every lip on this wonderfully timeless Universe had a specific size; some as large as replenishing coconut shells; while some as small as cherries ripped apart into a zillion pieces, Every finger on this gigantically iridescent Universe had a specific size; some as large as brilliantly towering mountain peaks; while some as small as an orphaned globule of evanescent water, Every ear on this timelessly endowing Universe had a specific size; some as large as an uninhibitedly flapping banana leaf; while some as small as the stray cat’s soggily curled whisker, Every neck on this limitlessly luminescent Universe had a specific size; some as large as uncontrollably galloping Kangaroo; while some as small as the miserably decrepit pebble on the street, Every head on this tirelessly triumphant Universe had a specific size; some as large as dinosaurs unblemished egg; while some as small as the boisterously buzzing bumble bee, Every tooth on this exuberantly victorious Universe had a specific size; some as large as jagged caves of compassionate snow; while some as small as the fascinatingly broken pencil tip, Every eyeball on this exotically effulgent Universe had a specific size; some as large as fields of rampantly sprawling corn; while some as small as pinches of diminutively disappearing salt, Every wrist on this majestically mitigating Universe had a specific size; some as large as King’s patriotic army; while some as small as the caterpillar shivering 587

inexplicably inside his shell, Every bone on this unbelievably rhapsodic Universe had a specific size; some as large as the inscrutably undulating sea-wave; while some as small as the parsimoniously pulverized shells on the estranged shores, Every nose on this harmoniously fructifying Universe had a specific size; some as large as the ultimate pine tree tip; while some as small as the disdainful worm slithering haplessly on cold ground, Every personality on this gregariously opalescent Universe had a specific size; some as large as the fathomlessly sparkling sky; while some as small as the truculently battered and cacophonically wailing beggar’s bowl, Every hair on this altruistically undaunted Universe had a specific size; some as large as the waterfall of immeasurable silk; while some as small as the mercurial dot of white in the moonless night, Every tongue on this convivially eclectic Universe had a specific size; some as large as the profoundly full blossomed plumage of the enamoring peacock; while some as small as the ethereally alluring and inconspicuously incongruous dewdrop, Every shadow on this unlimitedly blessing Universe had a specific size; some as large as the backdrop of Mount Everest; while some as small as the passage of trapped air within the lackluster keyhole, Every dream on this perpetually divine Universe had a specific size; some as large as the unrelenting whirlpool of freshly born desire; while some as small as the crow’s obnoxiously abstemious and unsavory feather, But every heart on this invincibly Immortal Universe was unceasingly sizeless; selflessly radiating symbiotically passionate rivers of love; till times even after life on the planet had stopped to be; and forever and ever and ever…

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LOVE --A PERPETUAL POISON Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a valley of unendingly rhapsodic freshness, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an enamoringly miraculous prince; of symbiotically fragrant togetherness, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an impregnable civilization of propitious beauty and unfathomably unceasing charisma, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a radiantly bounteous garden of; limitlessly altruistic scent, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a vivaciously euphoric rainbow; of unconquerable timelessness, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an eternal fairy of divine graciousness; ardently embracing one and all; redolently alike, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a rapaciously untamed inferno of unparalleled sensuousness; profoundly enlightening every cranny of your despairingly macabre life, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a cloud of vibrantly inebriating desire; ubiquitously showering the blessings of philanthropic mankind; till even beyond you abnegated your last breath, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as thunderbolts of unsurpassable excitement; with the untamed ecstasy to discover lingering profusely in the whites of your impeccable eyes, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a mist of endlessly silken yearning; fervently blending you with winds of uncontrollably exuberant triumph, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an insurmountably tantalizing seductress; unraveling a sky of fathomless enchantment; on every step that you tread, 589

Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as the epitome of gloriously unfettered prosperity; and for a countless more rhapsodically unconquerable lifetimes, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as the ultimate darling of all tribes; with the magic of effulgent harmony; coalescing you forever and ever and ever with every holistic ingredient of the atmosphere, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an insuperably majestic harbinger of priceless truth and humanity; to unite every speck of disgruntled hatred with the knots of unflinching solidarity, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a poignantly undulating sea of exhilarating adventure; a benevolent fantasy that unstoppably culminates into dewdrops of unrestricted sensuality, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as the most charismatically favorite molecule of Omnipotent Lord Almighty; the most prized possession next to the sacred toe of his ever-pervading feet, Love is a perpetual poison that kills al right; but only to reborn you once again; as an undefeated Sun of optimistically blazing hope; in the corridor of every despairingly shattered and traumatic life, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a boundless Universe of everlasting proliferation; the magically untainted tenacity to evolve infinite more of your own synergistic kind, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a selflessly immortal soldier; timelessly mitigating your venerated motherland; from the clutches of salaciously incarcerating prejudice, And Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a breath of blessedly fantastic life; such a fearlessly invincible existence that not even the most diminutive of devil on this entire Universe; could ever dream to destroy or devilishly dismantle…

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FOREVER AND ONLY YOURS One minute I may be perched well above the blazing island of Omnipotent Sun; while the very next instant I may find myself slavering penuriously on dead soil, One minute I may be rhapsodically adventuring in a valley of exuberantly burgeoning flowers; while the very next instant I may find myself brutally incarcerated in chains of ghoulishly abhorrent prejudice, One minute I may be floating in the aisles of desire like a majestically uncrowned prince; while the very next instant I may find myself buried amidst inconspicuously infidel and vicious garbage trash, One minute I may be royally consecrated for my artistic accomplishments; while the very next instant I may find myself being satanically kicked; by unceremoniously dastardly parasites, One minute I may be ingeniously contriving plans to blissfully change the complexion of all flagrantly estranged mankind; while the very next instant I might find myself trembling naked; under unsparing avalanches of frigidly cold-blooded ice, One minute I may be articulately channelizing congenitally brilliant talent on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; while the very next instant I might find myself hopelessly staggering in graveyards of defeat; at a profound loss of words to express even my own name, One minute I may be bountifully garnering all enchanting cynosure that lay on this boundless planet; while the very next instant I might find myself in vindictive clutches of depravation and dereliction; asphyxiating the breath out of me for times immemorial, One minute I may be prolifically penning down countless lines of exotically triumphant poetry; while the very next instant I might find myself slithering beside the venomously delirious scorpions, One minute I may be embracing the winds of vividly euphoric timelessness; while the very next instant I might find myself imprisoned by unfathomable coffins of darkness and miserable solitude, One minute I may be handsomely liberating myself of all agony on the wings of unstoppably enamoring sensuousness; while the very next instant I might find 591

myself preposterously swallowing blood stained thorns; as my only lunch and indigent breakfast, One minute I may be swirling like a whirlwind of unflinchingly inimitable success; while the very next instant I might find myself in shambles of egregiously derogatory nervousness; hardly able to alight a singleton foot from cold ground, One minute I may be uninhibitedly dancing under the magically venerated milk of resplendent moonlight; while the very next instant I might find myself; uncouthly slitting my veins in intolerably devastating desperation, One minute I may be innocuously cavorting with nubile maidens of my choice on the ingratiatingly rain soaked hills; while the very next instant I might find myself begging on the discordantly rambunctious streets; with the skeleton of my impoverished form being attacked by hedonistically unscrupulous termites, One minute I may be unrelentingly fantasizing beneath the regally opulent delights of my compassionate quilt; while the very next instant I might find myself mordantly chained next to the stray dog’s collar; for not coagulating with my employer’s whims and insane delights, One minute I may be weighed in gargantuan mountains of aristocratically glistening gold and silver; while the very next instant I might find myself sinking deeper and deeper into the coffins of quaintly obsolete and horrifically decaying nothingness, One minute I may be outclassing every other organism on this gigantic Universe with the enlightening dynamism in my countenance; while the very next instant I might find myself frenetically struggling for breath; like an infinitesimal mosquito in the mouth of the diabolical shark, One minute I may be blossoming as a harbinger of ubiquitous solidarity and humanity; while the very next instant I might find myself profanely plagiarized and attacked by the devil for ostensibly no fault of mine; nor reason nor rhyme, One minute I may be undauntedly soaring in miraculously Omnipotent clouds; while the very next instant I might find myself being grotesquely manipulated like a lame puppet; in the hands of blood-sucking politicians and forlorn malice, One minute I may be spawning into an inscrutably fructifying forest of invincibly glorious life; while the very next instant I might find myself bizarrely 592

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depleted of every single layer of oxygen in my lungs; ardently wanting nothing else but the signature of ghastly death, O! Yes; Life is a tumultuously arcane odyssey; and I really don’t know where its going to take me; in what form was I going to unfurl every cascading minute of my survival; and what lay exactly forward for me in my destiny, But this is my eternal promise to you O! Immortal Beloved; that wherever I am; in whatever shape the Lord wanted me to exist; my compassion will forever continue to throb in your priceless heart; our spirits shall forever be one even infinite births after I cease to physically exist; AND MY LOVE WAS; IS AND WILL FOREVER REMAIN YOURS; YOURS; AND ONLY YOURS…

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WHOLESOMELY EMPTYING When you wholesomely emptied the rhapsodically fathomless sky; all that blissfully poured out was nothing else; but an unfathomable galaxy of panoramic beauty and everlastingly Omnipotent enchantment, When you wholesomely emptied the ravishingly undulating ocean; all that euphorically gushed out was nothing else; but a fabulously tangy gorge of poignantly exhilarating salt, When you wholesomely emptied the ignominiously fetid gutter; all that scurrilously hurtled out was nothing else; but a vapidly morbid mortuary of sewage and preposterously cadaverous stink, When you wholesomely emptied the mellifluously blossoming lotus; all that pristinely disseminated out was nothing else; but an invincibly celestial meadow of inimitably unparalleled scent, When you wholesomely emptied the ghoulishly invidious corpse; all that mordantly diffused out was nothing else; but a frigidly pulverized curry of traumatically disgruntled nothingness, When you wholesomely emptied the indomitably towering mountain; all that unitedly exploded out was nothing else; but an unstoppably eternal reservoir of handsomely Herculean and unflinching strength, When you wholesomely emptied the nefariously gratuitous parasite; all that ballistically blasted out was nothing else; but a stream of ghastily devoured and innocently priceless blood, When you wholesomely emptied the boisterously bubbling beehive; all that ingratiatingly dribbled out was nothing else; but a valley of fantastically exuberant energy and divine sweetness, When you wholesomely emptied the manipulatively prejudiced politicians house; all that vicariously tumbled out was nothing else; but a sonorously decrepit graveyard of profanely clandestine devilishness, When you wholesomely emptied the blissfully venerated cow; all that benevolently crept out was nothing else; but a fountain of impregnably enamoring and godly milk, When you wholesomely emptied the satanically menacing dinosaurs; all that derogatorily fulminated out was nothing else; but an unrelentingly sadistic curry of preposterously squelched and uncontrollably slavering 594

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organism, When you wholesomely emptied the belly of the inscrutably majestic forests; all that royally floated out was nothing else; but a wonderfully tantalizing breeze of exhilaratingly ecstatic adventure and timeless freshness, When you wholesomely emptied the jubilantly newborn eyes; all that innocuously drifted out was nothing else; but an egalitarian empathy for all echelon of motley mankind; symbiotically bonding with the heavenly rudiments of existence forever and ever and ever, When you wholesomely emptied the corporate tycoon’s glass of tea; all that salaciously wafted out was nothing else; but a flagrantly surreptitious scheme to unreasonably over topple his competitor; for even the most evanescent trace of the currency coin, When you wholesomely emptied the Omnipotently fearless Sun; all that gloriously dazzled out was nothing else; but an unsurpassably insuperable civilization of optimistic enlightenment and vividly blazing patriotism, When you wholesomely emptied the lethally insidious scorpions den; all that devastatingly diffused out was nothing else; but threateningly acrimonious and bawdily asphyxiating poison, When you wholesomely emptied the resplendently sparkling oyster; all that robustly culminated out was nothing else; but charismatically burgeoning rain-showers of beautifully glistening pearls and effulgent prosperity, When you wholesomely emptied the coffins of dolorously decaying betrayal; all that hedonistically ricocheted out was nothing else; but the gallows of truculently torturous and fiendishly strangulating death, And when you wholesomely emptied the sensitively passionate and uninhibitedly palpitating heart; all that timelessly liberated out was nothing else; but the rainbow of immortally blessing and unbreakably bonding love; love and sensuously fiery love…

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EXPECTATIONS MASSACRE LIFE It was only when you started to insatiably expect; that every stranger on the street would wholeheartedly smile; altruistically enshroud each dreary aspect of your beleaguered existence with unprecedented happiness, That it terribly hurt you; when he unsparingly abused you; excoriating you apart like inconspicuously frigid shit; for ostensibly no reason or plausible rhyme; instead… It was only when you started to inexorably expect; that the conglomerate of voluptuous clouds in the cosmos; perpetually inundated every emaciated cranny of parched earth with enchantingly golden rain, That it unsurpassably hurt you; when they immutably refrained to shower even an evanescent trickle even after drifting centimeters close to soil; metamorphosed every conceivable tuft of exotic green; into a graveyard of bizarrely disparaging sand; instead…. It was only when you started to rapaciously expect; that the boisterously cavorting bee; would handsomely bless and enlighten the drearily lambasted roses around you, That it limitlessly hurt you; when it acrimoniously hurtled right towards the whites of your impeccable eye and vengefully stung you; instead…. It was only when you started to endlessly expect; that the neighbor would chivalrously reciprocate your congenital kindness; unflinching standing by you in your times of horrendously inexplicable and cancerous distress, That it hedonistically hurt you; when he ghoulishly smattered every speck of preposterous dirt in his dwelling; with lethal disdain on your face; instead…. It was only when you started to unbelievably expect; that every inch of soil that you timelessly transgressed; would seductively tantalize and compassionately greet the haplessly staggering soles of your fatigued feet, That it intransigently hurt you; when the ground perpetuated you to fretfully bleed and crumble; transforming into a battalion of cadaverously acerbic thorns even before you could alight a single foot; 596

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instead… It was only when you started to tirelessly expect; that the very first rays of brilliantly Omnipotent Sun next morning; would miraculously mitigate you of even the most infinitesimal iota of your torturous agony, That it tyrannically hurt you; when the mordantly main and viciously livid smog; hazily obfuscated every trace of light; instead…. It was only when you started to passionately expect; that the indomitably intrepid mountains; would perpetually sequester you in their unshakably peerless aura, That it unimaginably hurt you; when they ignominiously buried you alive under an avalanche of incongruously untamed ice; instead… It was only when you started to unconquerably expect; that the immaculate woman on the turnstiles; would invincibly treat you like her venerated son, That it disconsolately hurt you; when she lasciviously crept towards you and tawdrily offered you her profanely sundry body; instead…. It was only when you started to unceasingly expect; that every wave of the undulatingly frosty ocean; would transcend you to above the realms of veritably blissful paradise, That it traumatically hurt you; when the waters savagely drowned you to the rock bottom without giving you the tiniest of subtle innuendo; instead…. And it was only when you started to unrelentingly expect; that the girl for which your heart throbbed more everlastingly than the corridors of eternal eternity; would irrefutably become the sole partner of your existence, That it intolerably hurt you; when she came to tantalizingly kiss you every moonlit evening; and then bonded in threads of perennial matrimony with your most dreaded enemy; choosing you for the night and him for life; instead….

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DYING IN YOUR PERPETUAL LAP An honor more indomitable for me; than euphorically catapulting to the most handsomely embellished summit of the invincible Himalayas, An honor more Herculean for me; than resplendently relishing every ingredient of my blood; with the eternally fructifying fruits of venerated mother nature, An honor more unsurpassable for me; than engendering the entire gigantic Universe to nimbly dance; on my harmoniously symbiotic fingertips, An honor more unlimited for me; than assimilating every conceivable trace of affluence; from the panoramically mesmerizing treasuries of this fathomless planet, Was breathing the last breath of my impoverished life in your divinely arms O! Eternal Beloved; profoundly reminiscing those ardent moments when we had just first met; and then dying in your beautiful lap only to be reborn; as yours and only yours IMMORTAL LOVER… 1. An honor more unfathomable for me; than rejoicing my life as a rapaciously embellished prince; every unfurling minute that I insuperably lived, An honor more limitless for me; than imbibing every bit of ingenious proliferation; that bountifully flowered on the trajectory of this unbelievably eclectic Universe, An honor more boundless for me; than leading every instant of my existence as the wind of aristocratically blazing patriotism and philanthropic selflessness, An honor more momentous for me; than being consecrated as a temple of heavenly righteousness; for my indefatigable pioneering of the religion of humanity, Was breathing the last breath of my truncated life close to your enchanting lips O! Enamoring Beloved; poignantly reminiscing our clandestine flirtation away from all conventionally tyrannical society; and then dying in your perennial lap; only to be reborn as yours and only yours IMMORTAL 598

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LOVER… 2…. An honor more victorious for me; than reigning as an inferno of unassailably unflinching authority; over every construable bit of space on this relentlessly unceasing earth, An honor more unending for me; than being worshipped as an irrevocably altruistic martyr; by all echelon of iridescently motley mankind, An honor more memorable for me; than impregnably illuminating as a singular flame of Omnipotently optimistic hope; in every household besieged with ghoulishly disparaging despair, An honor more enlightening for me; than relentlessly feasting my eyes on the corridors of peerlessly undefeatable and blissfully timeless paradise, Was breathing the last breath of my destitute life staring into your ingratiatingly pristine eyes O! Bountiful Beloved; compassionately reminiscing those moments when our lips met in torrentially ecstatic frenzy for the very first time; and then dying in your inimitable lap; only to be reborn as yours and only yours IMMORTAL LOVER… 3.. An honor more tremendous for me; than unrelentingly drenching myself in the rain of tirelessly blessing prosperity, An honor more versatile for me; than being prolifically written about; serenaded to the most unprecedented limits of cynosure; all across the hi-tech world, An honor more towering for me; than being christened as the most splendidly sacred; humanitarian saint alive, An honor more fragrant for me; than coalescing even the most mercurial cranny of my countenance with the blessedly untainted religion of unshakable mankind, Was breathing the last breath of my unsolicited life nibbling at your silken ears O! benign Beloved; effusively reminiscing that instant when we were bonded by all religions in threads of connubial matrimony; and then dying in your ubiquitous lap; only to be reborn as yours and only yours IMMORTAL LOVER…

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ON THE GALLOWS OF On the gallows of blisteringly everlasting patriotism; hung the unflinchingly venerated; martyr, On the gallows of disastrously unforgiving hell; hung the mercilessly massacring and ruthlessly cold-blooded; tyrant, On the gallows of brutally delirious insanity; hung the disdainfully dilapidated and reclusively shunting loner, On the gallows of perpetually glistening truth; hung the blissfully iridescent and beautifully blessed; harbinger of humanity, On the gallows of disheveled dastardliness; hung the viciously decrepit and salaciously invidious parasite, On the gallows of eternally fructifying pricelessness; hung the shadows of celestially invincible and euphorically triumphant; simplicity, On the gallows of ominously disappearing non-existence; hung the indiscriminately pulverizing and heartlessly victimizing; murderer, On the gallows of flagrantly orphaned stink; hung the mortuaries of sadistically torturous and debasingly criminal; bigotry, On the gallows of cadaverously sinister ignominy; hung the graveyards of perniciously bizarre and lividly maiming; retribution, On the gallows of venomously besmirched treachery; hung the vapid coffins of hideously vituperative and fecklessly banal; laziness, On the gallows of intransigently egregious abuse; hung the ghost of criminally derogatory and atrociously simpering; lies, On the gallows of pathetically diminishing insult; hung the baselessly abysmal skull of the worthlessly deteriorating and horrifically manipulative; politician, On the gallows of severely asphyxiating accident; hung the carcasses of ruggedly infidel and demonically callous; carelessness, On the gallows of unstoppably victimizing boredom; hung the parsimoniously unsavory crevices of penalizingly truculent and indefatigably iconoclastic; poverty, On the gallows of infinitesimally two-pence sordidness; hung the ant hole of maliciously 600

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adulterated and preposterously decadent; chicanery, On the gallows of continuously stabbing misery; hung the dungeon of unsparingly molesting and heinously beheading; crime, On the gallows of lethally sinful banishment; hung the thorn of obsoletely contumacious and pruriently disillusioning; racialism, On the gallows of stonily wastrel death; hung the jinxed hood of jejunely jailing and haplessly disorienting; atheism, And on the gallows of gloriously fragrant immortality; hung the silhouette of Omnipresently endowing and divinely enamoring; love; love and only immortal love…

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WHAT USE WAS IT ??? What use was it to give an infinite exuberantly salty waves of the undulating sea; to the nimbly grazing cow; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the impregnably celestial fields of bountiful grass ? What use was it to give an infinite unending skies to the boisterously bubbling bee; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the mellifluously enchanting walls of its tiny little rhapsodic hive ? What use was it to give an infinite mists of surreally tantalizing laziness to the blisteringly patriotic soldier; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the blazing battlefield of war fearlessly fighting for his venerated motherland ? What use was it to give an infinite disdainfully monotonous and corporate clocks to the sensuously untamed poet; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the dreamland of uninhibitedly unending and ecstatic wilderness ? What use was it to give an infinite bombastically ebullient racecourses to the treacherously maimed; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but his reclusively darkened room with quintessential morsels of water; humanity and food ? What use was it to give an infinite incomprehensible scripts of aristocratically fantastic literature to the majestic bird; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but untainted bits of pristinely magnanimous sky ? What use was it to give an infinite castles of glistening gold to the newly born infant; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the Omnipotently sacrosanct lap of its heavenly mother ? What use was it to give an infinite regale deserts to the effulgently leaping fish; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the waves of the unceasingly tangy sea ? What use was it to give an infinite battalion of swanky cars to the royally parading lion; for whom the ultimate was in nothing else; but the rapaciously tantalizing outgrowths of the wonderfully arcane forests ? 602

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What use was it to give an infinite idols of the Omnipresent Lord to the contumaciously cold-blooded murderer; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but innocent blood barbarically spewing around ? What use was it to give an infinite jars of honey to the rambunctiously slithering spider; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but resplendently silken strands of the unbelievably articulate web ? What use was it to give an infinite thrones embellished with mesmerizing diamonds to the tirelessly sauntering camel; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the vividly shimmering sands of the insatiably sweltering desert ? What use was it to give an infinite firmaments of unconquerable truth to the disgracefully delinquent politician; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the ghoulishly decrepit maelstroms of diabolical bloodshed and manipulative prejudice ? What use was it to give an infinite spiffy pop songs to the torturously estranged and kicked dog; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the cacophonic bark which emanated congenitally from his mouth; and the compassionate feet of his master ? What use was it to give an infinite harmoniously salubrious vegetables to the hideously hungry crocodile; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the scent of effusively reinvigorating and insanely pulverized human flesh and bone ? What use was it to give an infinite perspicaciously terrestrial preachings to the frigidly century old corpse; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but performing penance in the aisles of Heaven or Hell; wherever the Lord placed it with the unraveling moment ? What use was it to give an infinite well’s of exquisitely immaculate curd to the hedonistic termite; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but obsoletely dilapidated pieces of orphaned and clammily deteriorating wood ? And what use was it to give an infinite civilizations of currency coin to the passionately thundering heart; for whom the ultimate paradise was 603

in nothing else; but the unassailable beats of immortal love; love and solely immortal love ?

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WHERE WERE YOU ???

Where were you when I was relentlessly slithering on freezing ground; rapaciously fantasizing about your voluptuously silken hair ? Where were you when I eclectically sketched you in a countless shapes and exuberant forms; envisaging you to be the most sensuously untamed female on this colossal planet ? Where were you when I lunatically chatted with barren space for times immemorial; insatiably wishing that my compassionately quavering voice; reached you through thin air ? Where were you when I was tyrannically being drowned by the monstrously cyclonic sea wave; perceiving nothing else but your magically effervescent smile; even as preposterously diabolical sharks and water; haplessly sunk me down ? Where were you when I desperately needed fathomless skies of conviction; when I fervently desired nothing else but your invincibly humanitarian embrace; in my times of gruesomely bizarre dereliction ? Where were you when each devastatingly emaciated pore of my flesh; uncontrollably sought for nothing else but your; tantalizingly ingratiating caress ? Where were you when I spent each unfurling second of the day; enigmatically inscribing your name on every wall of my house and my ecstatically reverberating heart ? Where were you when I euphorically penned boundless lines of perpetual poetry on your brilliantly magnanimous grace; sporadically wailing as I unstoppably craved for your mischievously uninhibited laughter ? Where were you when I was being truculently whipped by the indiscriminately unforgiving and iconoclastically orthodox society; and every tear oozing from my eye; engulfed profusely with nothing else but your immaculately divine soul ? Where were you when I was shivering even beneath the most opulently flocculent of quilts; as every cranny of my countenance unsurpassably yearned for nothing else; but your Omnipotently miraculous warmth ? Where were you when I frantically wandered for a countless days on the frigidly dusty streets; fanatically searching for your Omnisciently 605

magical essence without even knowing an alphabet from your heavenly name ? Where were you when I wholesomely surrendered my impoverished form to the satanic lions of the jungle; acquitting my form of all beautiful life; without your majestically benign fragrance ? Where were you when I deliriously screamed for help towards the enchantingly endless sky; hopelessly unable to sight your lusciously venerated lips; even in the most flamboyantly dazzling light of the afternoon ? Where were you when I unfurled like a vivacious peacock into the aisles of unceasingly vibrant desire; with even the most infinitesimal ingredient of my blood unlimitedly wanting to dedicate itself to your divinely form ? Where were you when I disconsolately wept like a new-born infant for ostensibly no reason or rhyme; inexplicably missing your congenitally blessing rhythm; in even the most evanescent puff of air that I inhaled ? Where were you when I zealously tried to stop every unraveling second on the dials of my luminescent watch; wanting every fraction of the planet to come to an absolute standstill; and only you to reign unassailably supreme ? Where were you when I inexhaustibly fantasized about you in my every dream; when the whites and black’s of my eye garnished no other image; except your insuperably queenly form ? Where were you when I about to abdicate my very last breath at the impromptu command of the Omnipresent Lord; when the last wish that I breathed from my nostrils was to hear your mellifluously eternal voice ? Where were you when I timelessly proposed my immortal love for you; limitlessly wanted to propound the condition of my passionately enslaved heart infront of your indomitably fearless grace ? And where were you when I was getting Married to a complete alien on this earth; just to fulfill the last wish of my dying mother; as there was not the most diminutive trace of you in front of her weary eyes; and all that she wanted to see before she died; was me in bonded in perennially connubial bliss and blithe…. 606

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IS ANYBODY LISTENING ??? I am relentlessly asphyxiating in a world of derogatorily stinking politics; with sinfully dastard manipulation invidiously creeping like an inevitable parasite; into the poignantly fresh blood of my veins. Is anybody Listening ? I am being ruthlessly stabbed by preposterously banal maelstroms of boredom; with the gutter of bizarrely unending corruption; transforming me into a hapless eunuch; although I was born as blazing as the Omnipotently blistering Sun. Is anybody Listening ? I am feeling like a frigidly inconspicuous mendicant of gruesome shit; in the atmosphere adulterated with venomous cigarette smoke and heinously vicious dust outside. Is anybody Listening ? I am penuriously depleted of even the most ethereally infinitesimal of my desires; as brutally tyrannical savagery and crime incessantly kept excoriating; priceless life around. Is anybody Listening ? I am vindictively stagnating even in the most opulently garnished of castles; as every stone on which its foundation lay was devilishly erected on innocuously pristine blood. Is anybody Listening ? I am uncouthly reeling under conventionally chauvinistic malpractices; with macabre demons indiscriminately trampling over my nimble form; to transcend beyond the skies of fathomlessly ultimate success. Is anybody Listening ? I am hedonistically drowning under the waters of blatantly maladroit lies and insane perfidiousness; with absolutely none on this earth today radiating a philanthropically truthful smile. Is anybody Listening ? I am squirming intransigently on diabolically shivering ground; with my naked skin being satanically lambasted by cleavers of barbaric corruption. Is anybody Listening ? I am experiencing each unraveling instant of priceless life through the eyes of an insane lunatic; with the germs of cold-blooded communalism being abjectly perpetuate into every cranny of my impoverished soul. Is anybody Listening ? I am worthlessly wasting precociously innovative moments of my life staring meaninglessly at the abysmal skies; as the chains of indigently ostracizing 607

unemployment strangulated one and all alike on this colossal planet today. Is anybody Listening ? I am helplessly slavering on unlimited trash cans of orphaned garbage; frantically searching for those quintessential droplets of compassionate empathy; in eyes which had become sadistically estranged and dried. Is anybody Listening ? I am inexplicably deteriorating like a diminutively extinguishing matchstick on lackadaisical soil; circumscribed and uxoriously castrated by the bawdiness of spurious religion today. Is anybody Listening ? I am inexhaustibly begging on the acrimoniously wastrel streets; fervently waiting for those symbiotically unconquerable bonds of brotherhood which had so pathetically diminished from the planet today. Is anybody Listening ? I am being obnoxiously blown like a molecule of besmirched dust; by powerhouses of wealth; wine; vixen and rapaciously decrepit greed. Is anybody Listening ? I am being subjected to the most horrifically apocalypses even under brilliantly fearless sunshine; as man roasted another of his blissfully harmonious kind; for just parsimonious wads of tawdry currency coin. Is anybody Listening ? I am being truculently marred by iconoclastically debasing debauchery from every conceivable end on this gigantic planet; disdainfully stuttering towards ominously flagrant dereliction on every prejudiced step that I transgressed. Is anybody Listening ? I am fraught with unceasingly maiming anxiety; with the dreadfully ungainly monotony of threadbarely pulverizing office paralyzing every ounce of exhilaration in my bones. Is anybody Listening ? I am uncontrollably weeping beside the unfortunate graves of my parents and kin; with raw blood dribbling from my eyes as I reminisced the ghastly mob who torched them alive in the name of religious fanaticism and martyrdom. Is anybody Listening ? And I am exhaling the very last puffs of breath in my life; as the girl to whom I had immortally dedicated every beat of my passionately thundering heart; left me forever for a man who had a coin extra in his pocket than mine. Is anybody Listening ?

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WHILE TODAY When she wasn’t there in my life; my hands were just hands; painstakingly staggering in flagrant incoherence to engross themselves with the mundane activities of routine life, While today; they artistically evolved a civilization of bountiful newness; sketching the unbelievable vividness of this colossal Universe even on barren bits of lackluster mud; as her magically unflinching body nestled on my chest When she wasn’t there in my life; my feet were just feet; vengefully cribbing to clamber even a single step; feeling like a fretfully unbearable mountain of stones and horrendously debilitating thorns, While today; they euphorically surged past the ultimate epitomes of benign victory; triumphantly trampled even the most evanescent trace of evil on this planet; as her innocuously celestial eyes interlocked themselves impregnably with mine…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my lips were just lips; inanely muttering lackadaisical monosyllables; to procure quintessential elements of life, While today; they tirelessly sung the songs of everlastingly enchanting togetherness; majestically chanted the essence of Immortally spell binding love and camaraderie to the most fathomless quarters of this planet; as her altruistically humanitarian shadow; intrepidly circumscribed me from all sides…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my blood was just blood; congenitally enriched with poignantly crimson shades of scarlet; but metamorphosing more and more rampantly into an amorphous coffin of tears; bearing the whiplash of the truculently conventional society, While today; it became an untamed inferno of indomitable righteousness; invincibly towering above every other thing on this gigantic Universe; as the egalitarian fragrance of her impeccable soul; unassailably wafted into my conscience…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my brain was just brain; insidiously indulging in all nefarious shortcuts to earn indispensable livelihood; wholesomely succumbing to the satanically bombarding devil, While today; it spell bindingly fantasized to the most 609

insuperably regal limits; beautifully assimilating every trace of humanity and goodness on this limitless globe; as her voluptuously enamoring hair surreally tantalized my naked nape…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my eyes were just eyes; dreadfully sullen and morose every unfurling minute of the day; plunging themselves into a cadaverously obfuscated and disparagingly disoriented blur; with the unraveling of midnight, While today; they vivaciously danced like the fireballs of immaculately untamed mischief; unceasingly flowed with empathy for all of my synergistic kind; as her Omnipotently mesmerizing voice conquered even the most emaciated pore of my senses…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my flesh was just flesh; without even the most ethereally infidel of desire; disdainfully rotting like ghoulishly indescribable feces emanating from the pigs hindside, While today; it incredulously catapulted beyond the walls of seventh heaven and paradise at the crack of tantalizing dawn; as her seductively rubicund fingers; traced very last impoverished bone down my spine….. When she wasn’t there in my life; my ears were just ears; abjectly numbing themselves in sadness and profanity; even as the most thunderous of apocalypses resonated cannibalistically on this boundless planet, While today; they philanthropically unfurled to even the slightest bereavement of living kind; running continents apart to the cries of the haplessly decrepit; as her unconquerably ebullient spirit lingered by my diminutive side…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my breath was just breath; pathetically slavering and slithering like a treacherously rabid dog; to carry on till the time it was destined on this endlessly royal earth, While today; it transformed into the cosmos of perennially ecstatic and undefeatable life; as her virtue of eternal truthfulness and religion of humanity; kissed me from head till the last nail of my hide…. And when she wasn’t there in my life; my heart was just heart; mechanically pumping blood to every cranny of my torturously depleted countenance; as if it were the most despairingly acrimonious activity on this eclectic planet, While today; it solely and effulgently coruscated with the beats of Immortally unshakable love; as her mantra 610

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of selflessly godly existence; transcended over even the most obsolete element of my mission and life….

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LOVE PERPETUALLY Run exuberantly and with such unprecedentedly untamed exhilaration in every conceivable of your veins today; as perhaps there might not be even the most diminutive insinuation of brilliant tomorrow; to run once again, Sing tirelessly and generating such ebulliently unfathomable enchantment in the dolorously decrepit atmosphere today; as perhaps there might not be even the most infinitesimal unfurling of optimistic tomorrow; to sing once again, Work indefatigably and with such unsurpassable ardor in each globule of your endlessly dribbling sweat today; as perhaps there might not be even the most inconspicuous horizon of enlightening tomorrow; to work once again, Fantasize unrelentingly and with such extreme enthusiasm in every ingredient of your brain today; as perhaps there might not be even the most ethereal unraveling of spell binding tomorrow; to fantasize once again, Philander unceasingly and with such unparalleled gusto through the landscapes of resplendently panoramic nature today; as perhaps there might not be even the most minuscule mention of unflinching tomorrow; to philander once again, Smile unlimitedly and with such stupendously fervent yearning in the rubicund periphery of your lips today; as perhaps there might not be even the most evanescent ray of inimitable tomorrow; to smile once again, Achieve inexorably and with such ecstatically insatiable temerity in every of your valiant bones today; as perhaps there might not be even the most frigid shadow of celestial tomorrow; to achieve once again, Discover unstoppably and with such profoundly unconquerable euphoria in every ingredient of scarlet blood that flowed handsomely through your veins today; as perhaps there might not be even the most obsolete feather of royal tomorrow; to discover once again, Learn unhindered and with such Omnipotently untainted diligence in your soul today; as perhaps there might not be even the most wastrel innuendo of bountiful tomorrow; to learn once again, Triumph impregnably and with such blazingly fearless patriotism in your conscience today; as perhaps there 612

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might not be even the most dilapidated shell of heavenly tomorrow; to triumph once again, Concentrate irrevocably and with such fathomlessly blessing dedication today; as perhaps there might not be even the most cloistered realm of majestic tomorrow; to concentrate once again, Donate philanthropically and with such altruistically impeccable godliness today; as perhaps there might not be even the most disappearing caress of priceless tomorrow; to donate once again, Mesmerize eloquently and with such victoriously magnetic sensuousness today; as perhaps there might not be even the most inane burgeoning of blazing tomorrow; to mesmerize once again, Sleep tranquilly and with such compassionately invincible coziness in your countenance today; as perhaps there might not be even the most fugitive complexion of benevolent tomorrow; to sleep once again, Joke inexhaustibly and with such unequivocally bounteous freedom in every nerve of your persona; as perhaps there might not be even the most ephemeral voice of dazzling tomorrow; to joke once again, Express poignantly and with such artistically undaunted effusiveness in every element of your visage today; as perhaps there might not be even the most transient sunrise of flamboyant tomorrow; to express once again, Flirt tantalizingly and with such boundlessly overpowering rapaciousness behind the honey draped hills today; as perhaps there might not be the even the most shimmering iota of insuperable tomorrow; to flirt once again, Breathe an infinite billion times and with such unimaginable greed in your nostrils today; as perhaps there might not be even the most vagabond speck of miraculous tomorrow; to breath once again, But Love perpetually and with the inferno of uncontrollably effulgent desire towering slowly and slowly to an unassailably fantastic crescendo; as by the grace of Omnipresent Almighty Lord; for love there were not only an infinite more undefeated tomorrows; but an infinite glorious poetic rhymes; an infinite heavens of benign paradise; an infinite more immortal lives…

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WHEN THE TENDER skinned cub was innocuous and small; he played frivolously all day in his cage; sequestered from the ominous attack of vicious predators, However when the same kid matured into the majestic lion; it was indispensable to leave him in the dense jungle. When the buds were minuscule in size; they were kept in clusters in the contemporary vase; shielding them from the tenaciously blowing wind, However when they blossomed into crimson flowers; proliferating at amazing speeds by the unveiling day; it was indispensable to let them spread on sprawling acres of farmland. When the river was new oozing parsimonious rivulets of water intermittently; it inhabited the obscure regions between the valley, However as torrential rain unrelentingly pelted down; the stream swelled astronomically in size; and it was now indispensable to blend the same with the colossal ocean. When the fish were small; they were scrupulously kept in a grandiloquent tank; impregnated with loads of coral and sea food, However when they speedily augmented in size; it was indispensable to place them beside the preposterously huge whale. When the eggs were pearly white with their shells wholesomely intact; the mothers sat on them incessantly harnessing them with their effeminate warmth, However when they hatched out into slender beaked fledglings; it was indispensable to teach them the art of flying high in the sky. When the pup was just born wailing incoherently in the air; it slept like an angel leaning against the belly of its mother, However when it started frisking around the garden; it was indispensable to make him realize the importance of his bark. When the venomous spider aimlessly loitered on the ground; it took shelter for many hours in cocoons of wet mud, However the minute it had spun its web; it was indispensable for it to trap its prey; before strangulating the same with its slimy juices. 614

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When the honeybee just took its first breath; it buzzed inexorably against the eardrum of its queen mother, However as it developed its wings rampantly flying in the air; it was indispensable for it to produce fresh honey. When the child lay in its cradle he emulated the most impeccable form of life existing on this earth; effusively crying for milk and attention, However when he grew up into a complete individual; it was indispensable for him to earn his own bread; exploring different arenas of the monotonous world. And when two lovers witnessed each other; they were incorrigibly mesmerized by each others presence; romanced and languished in the aisles of desire, However after a marathon period had elapsed; and their relationship had culminated into one of perpetual understanding; it was indispensable for them to get united into threads of holy matrimony; to eventually get married

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WHEN SHE BLUSHED WHEN SHE BLUSHED she looked as mesmerizing as the sparkling oyster shell; as impeccable as the moon, Driving me into waves of stupendous rhapsody; inundating my persona with overwhelming exhilaration. When she blushed she appeared as ravishing as freshly prepared crusty chocolate; as tantalizing as the crimson rose, Catapulting me to unexplored arenas of enchantment; taking my breath away for a few seconds from its very roots. When she blushed she looked as innocuous as a newly born child; crying incessantly for its mother, Prompting me to shut down all other avenues of work; keep on admiring her until eternity. When she blushed she appeared as poignant as green chili; as rustic as the primordial tree roots, Sending a plethora of shivers right down to my veins; imparting my sullen face a prominently mystical smile. When she blushed she looked as vivacious as the colored rainbow in the sky; as resplendent as the twinkling stars, Impregnating in me inexplicable sensations; ones which I had never experienced in my life before. When she blushed she appeared as pellucid as the crystal mountain stream; as innocent as an incongruous birthmark, Making me erupt effusively with spurts of exuberance; shouting loudly as far as my voice could reach; in the middle of the dead night. When she blushed she looked as enticing as chilled tangy juice; as majestic as the kingly peacock blossoming its feathers, Knocking all apprehensions from top drawers of my mind; remarkably transforming the monotonous outlook of my thoughts. When she blushed she appeared as voluptuous as the pelting rain; as perennial as the lush green blades of grass, Placing me in a state of speechless ebullience; as she caressed me gently on my bearded cheek. When she blushed she resembled the radiating reptile rampantly traversing through the jungle; the scarlet winged parrot bathing in the gurgling river, Engendering my eyes to virtually pop out of their sockets; clenching my fists 616

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to salute her in due adulation. When she blushed she seemed like a celestial fairy having descended from the sky; the most perfect messenger of spontaneous love, Making me profoundly oblivious to the disparaging world; making me clearly cognize my sole purpose to live; having taken birth on this earth in the form of a man.

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TO WIN HER BACK TO WIN HER back was as impossible; as thunder clouds in the cosmos not showering unrelenting rain, To win her back was as impossible; as squeezing back tangy toothpaste back into the tube, To win her back was as impossible; as scrupulously straightening a dog’s incorrigibly curved tail, To win her back was as impossible; as plummeting face down from the 100 floor; and yet desiring to stay alive,

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To win her back was as impossible; as typing alphabets on the swanky computer screen without the intricately chiseled keyboard, To win her back was as impossible; as escaping the sting of the mosquito incessantly buzzing its cacophony in the ear, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to tenaciously sneeze without making the tiniest of noise, To win her back was as impossible; as attempting to walk without using twin pair of feet, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to cultivate a tree without indispensable water, To win her back was as impossible;