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About The Poetry Book

This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 8 of the Book titled – Life = Death – Poems on Life , Death ( 1200 pages ) . This enigmatic collection of poems explores and equates the boundless possibilities of life and death and delves into each intricate inexplicability of survival. Parekh's roving philosophical eye brings the unconquerable richness of life to the fore and yet at the same time explicitly highlights the veracity of 'death' as the absolute certainty of every existence. The poet joyously celebrates the occasions of both life and death with equal panache in each poetic stanza sewn with the uncanny mysteries of this Universe. The poems within immortalize both life and death as the ultimate victories and the two most contrastingly amazing and divine sides of creation. Catapulting the reader to the threshold of ultimate ecstasy; they bring about an impromptu twist with the closure of breath and what lies beyond. This charismatically woven collection of poetic verse would equally enamor the narcissist as well as the simple humanitarian to the core.

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

CONTENTS

1. LONG LIVE GODLY LIFE
2. GODLY ALPHABET “I”
3. HAPPINESS
4. DEATH WILL ALWAYS REMAIN DEATH
5. DEFINITELY- IMMORTALLY BONDING LOVE
6. NOTHINGNESS
7. LIVING SINGLE-HANDEDLY AND SINGULARLY IN ITSELF.
8. WHAT HAPPENS
9. JUST GIVE ME ONE MEAL
10. BITS AND PIECES
11. BLOOD RED APPLE JUICE
12. BOREDOM
13. BUTTONS
14. WALKING BACKWARDS
15. ARTILLERY FOR SURVIVAL
16. THE DARKER SIDE AND THE BRIGHTER ASPECT
17. DESTINY
18. NEVER ASK
19. THE HEART OF BETRAYAL
20. I CAN’T BELIEVE
21. A LIFETIME
22. I WANTED TO ACCEPT
23. GREED AND SELFLESSNESS
24. LIVE LIFE TRULY KINGSIZE
25. BECAUSE
26. A CARPET OF LIFE
27. MAN- THE MAKER OF HIS OWN DESTINY
28. TOMORROW NEVER COMES
29. ITS ENTIRELY UPTO YOU
30. ONLY TO PROVE
31. I WAS NOT UPSET THE SLIGHTEST
32. THIS VERY MOMENT, TODAY
33. LIFE IN THE HEART OF
34. 2 CENTIMETERS OF BRAIN
35. POETRY; POETRY AND ONLY POETRY
36. WHAT USE WAS IT ? – PART 2
37. NO RETIREMENT.
38. WHO THE HELL EVER SAID; THAT SWEAT STINKS?
39. FRESH BIRTH.
40. BUT ATLEAST LOVE ME WHEN I’M ALIVE
41. TILL THE TIME YOU WERE MAGNIFICENTLY ALIVE
42. LIVING.
43. FIRST – PART 2
44. YOU JUST PERPETUALLY CONTINUE
45. WITH EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART
46. LIMITLESSLY MAGICAL SPICE
47. TOMORROW- THE MOST PERPETUALLY TRUE CHAMPION
48. SLEEP
49. DEATH – A COUNTLESS TIMES BETTER
50. LIFE GIVES BIRTH TO HAPPINESS

1. LONG LIVE GODLY LIFE

Every innocuous step that you have marvelously bequeathed upon my dwindling stride; was unsurpassably more than infinite gardens of spuriously scintillating and penalizing currency,

Every instant of jubilation that you have royally bequeathed upon my miserably fading visage; was overwhelmingly more than infinite treasuries of bombastically malevolent and devastating currency ,

Every tantalizing dream that you have ingratiatingly bequeathed upon my nonchalantly wandering mind; was irrefutably more than infinite cloudbursts of
viciously hurtling and truculent currency,

Every poignant blush that you have celestially bequeathed upon my pathetically abraded cheeks; was unfathomably more than infinite entrenchments of abominably prejudiced and worthless currency,

Every stream of crimson blood that you have gorgeously bequeathed upon my disastrously fatigued veins; was incomprehensibly more than infinite skies of ominously cacophonic and gory currency,

Every unflinchingly tenacity that you have unassailably bequeathed upon my shriveled muscles; was astronomically more than infinite oceans of capriciously obsolete and doomsday currency,

Every inscrutably enigmatic destiny line that you have fabulously bequeathed upon my erringly minuscule palms; was intransigently more than infinite tunnels of abhorrently stinking and imprisoning currency,

Every ingredient of robustly sparkling health that you have gloriously bequeathed upon my debilitating body; was ubiquitously more than infinite whirlpools of insipidly dithering and horrific currency,

Every benevolently philanthropic goodness that you have sacredly bequeathed upon my beleaguered soul; was unconquerably more than infinite mountains of ominously differentiating and victimizing currency,

Every impeccable artistry that you have spell bindingly bequeathed upon my diminutive aura; was unbelievably more than infinite cisterns of lividly acrimonious and insidious currency,

Every integrally gratifying talent that you have blissfully bequeathed upon my penurious countenance; was grandiloquently more than infinite farms of uncouthly massacring and raunchy currency,

Every wave of untamed euphoria that you have heavenly bequeathed upon my ludicrously orphaned senses; was gigantically more than infinite lands of brutally tyrannizing and decimating currency,

Every seductively enthralling shadow that you have fantastically bequeathed upon my capriciously fluttering demeanor; was unbelievably more than infinite caverns of traumatically lambasting and salacious currency,

Every spurt of poignant enthusiasm that you have wonderfully bequeathed upon my irascibly estranged persona; was unshakably more than infinite hurricanes of diabolically pulverizing and crippling currency,

Every enamoring melody that you have uninhibitedly bequeathed upon my indigently dying throat; was invincibly more than infinite wells of horrendously stagnating and adulterated currency,

Every globule of astoundingly golden sweat that you have aristocratically bequeathed upon my lackadaisically indolent shoulders; was colossally more than infinite dungeons of treacherously rotting and invidiously dilapidated currency,

Every iota of eternal truth that you have Omnisciently bequeathed upon my deleteriously hollow conscience; was undoubtedly more than infinite warfields of belligerently ghoulish and assassinating currency,

Every puff of stupendously harmonious breath that you have divinely bequeathed upon my languidly tiny nostrils; was irretrievably more than infinite hell’s of murderously morbid and insane currency,

Every beat of impregnable love that you have Omnipotently bequeathed upon my frantically searching heart; was unprecedentedly more than infinite corpses
of remorsefully forlorn and vindictive currency,

And even if I took birth for a countless more lifetimes O! Almighty Lord and unequivocally liberated all my wealth; I would still be an infinite births too short to repay you back for all sacrosanct goodness; that you have so magnanimously showered upon me,

In the end; I humbly abnegate praying; long live humanity; long live innocence; and most importantly; long live love; and long live GODLY life.

2. GODLY ALPHABET “I”

You might say that alphabet “I”singularly by itself; was disgustingly conceited; and brought alongwith it; only a dungeon of haplessly asphyxiating doom,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was chauvinistically male; and brought alongwith it; only a maelstrom of pessimistically demented energy,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was devastatingly deteriorating; and brought alongwith it; only a gutter of ignominiously fetid malevolence,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was atrociously invidious; and brought alongwith it; only a mortuary of indiscriminately ghastly meaninglessness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was vindictively obstreperous; and brought alongwith it; only a coffin of despairingly treacherous defeat,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was drearily egocentric; and brought alongwith it; only a nightfall of never endingly maiming blackness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was intolerably blasphemous; and brought alongwith it; only a fecklessly oblivious vacuum of ungainly remorsefulness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was robotically insane; and brought alongwith it; only a holocaust of indelibly ribald obsessiveness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was demonically perverted; and brought alongwith it; only a jailhouse of treacherously massacring madness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was tyrannically lambasting; and brought alongwith it; only a carcass of ominously demeaning expletives,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was cadaverously foul some; and brought alongwith it; only tears of inexplicably assassinating gloom,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was lethally crucifying; and brought alongwith it; only a graveyard of doggedly unbearable stench,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was hedonistically slandering; and brought alongwith it; only a preposterously gory shadow of disdain,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was agonizingly incarcerating; and brought alongwith it; only a dust storm of profanely decrepit rebelliousness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was pugnaciously disconcerting; and brought alongwith it; only a haplessly excoriating bed of venomous thorns,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was preposterously ludicrous; and brought alongwith it; only falsely sycophantic winds of wretched wantonness,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was devilishly beheading; and brought alongwith it; only the footsteps of licentiously whipping hell,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was inconspicuously imbecile; and brought alongwith it; only the cancerous blisters of hopelessly disparaging extinction,

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was unacceptably dictatorial; and brought alongwith it; only the ghosts of sinfully plundering selfishness,

But have you ever wondered; that unless and until you don’t endlessly love your ownself; unless and until you don’t commence to timelessly admire every facet of your divinely blessed existence; unless and until you don’t unflinchingly worship the “I” in your very ownself; how can you ever dream of loving and wholesomely embracing others; how can you ever dream of reaching out to and immortally bonding with every echelon of bountiful living kind?

Because for you to dream of; or ever dare of becoming the united “We”; you inevitably needed to start first with your very own self; you inevitably needed to
start with the Godly alphabet “I”.

3. HAPPINESS

Happiness is in sighting the stars that twinkle exuberantly in the sky; profoundly illuminating the treachery of the murderously satanic night,

Happiness is in gallivanting freely through the meandering hills; letting the breeze from the scarlet horizons; tickle you profusely till the ultimate spine down your nape,

Happiness is in benevolently donating; witnessing an invincible smile light up; on impoverished faces submerged in a cloud of derogatory sadness,

Happiness is in bouncing ebulliently on the lap of your sacrosanct mother; completely surrendering your immaculate identity in her magnanimously divine swirl,

Happiness is in inundating barren mountains of canvas with resplendent color; assimilating the mesmerizing beauty of the planet; in astoundingly vivacious shapes and forms,

Happiness is in inhaling the fragrance of soil and ravishing rose; being enthralled till times beyond eternity; as you rolled full throttle on the seductive carpets of lush green grass,

Happiness is in whistling melodiously across the gorgeously fathomless gorge; let the mystical volley of exotic echoes encompass your boisterous visage from all ends,

Happiness is in floating uninhibitedly in the placid lakes; let the animated festoon of incredible dolphins; leap ecstatically by your side,

Happiness is in dancing vibrantly with the impeccable fairies; profoundly relish the marvelously pearly rays of shimmering moon; on each cranny of your drearily devastated skin,

Happiness is in fighting unrelentingly for the ultimate essence of truth; disseminating its Godly virtue to the most farthest and remotest corner of this gigantic earth,

Happiness is in discovering an insurmountable battalion of newness every unfurling second of the day; bemusing the gloomy cells of your mind with unprecedented intrigue,

Happiness is in harboring all whom you encountered in their times of despairing distress; embracing them equally with the candle of humanity; flaming profusely in your soul,

Happiness is in harnessing the fruits of nature to the most optimum limits; watching them perpetually blossom as you traversed through the corridors of tantalizing paradise,

Happiness is in evolving new trends with your own blood; coining a sea of benign philosophies; which benefit the most infinitesimal of living kind,

Happiness is in dedicating your life to the service of the deprived; persevering as the most richest man on this Universe; while your fellow comrades existed under the stupendously magnificent glory of royal Sunshine,

Happiness is in commencing each day as a fresh chapter of life; intrepidly transcending over the miseries of the dolorous past; filtering blissful pouches of space to survive,

Happiness is in breathing for your cherished mission till times immemorial; following the innermost voices of your passionately throbbing heart; even as the uncouth world outside lambasted you insidiously from all sides,

Happiness is in leading life higher than the clouds; affording the same the same to your tangible friends; till the moment Almighty Lord wanted you to wander and survive,

Happiness is in considering yourself to be just a whisker of God’s infinite Creation; and yet feeling the most endowed molecule alive,

Happiness is in caring; Happiness is in sharing; Happiness is in unity; Happiness is in beauty; Happiness is in immortal love; most importantly true Happiness is in  the chapter called LIFE.

4. DEATH WILL ALWAYS REMAIN DEATH

Lies will always remain treacherously lambasting Lies.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the handsomely invincible Everest; or whether you place it amidst the most bountifully proliferating of soil; makes not even the slightest of difference.

Hatred will always remain baselessly abhorrent Hatred.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the enchantingly inimitable clouds; or whether you place it amidst every droplet of tantalizingly mesmerizing rain cascading; makes not even the most infinitesimal of difference.

Terrorism will always remain tyrannically abominable Terrorism.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the tangily undulating waves; or whether you place it amidst the fathomlessly jubilant shores; makes not even the most ethereal of difference.

Indiscrimination will always remain pathetically maiming Indiscrimination.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the poignantly scarlet rose; or
whether you place it amidst the mist of everlastingly burgeoning scent; makes not even the most transient of difference.

War will always remain hedonistically slandering War.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the vivaciously intrepid tree; or whether you place it amidst the compassionately impregnable roots; makes not even the most obfuscated of difference.

Fear will always remain wantonly inexplicable Fear.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the unassailably humanitarian dwelling; or whether you place it amidst the insuperably emollient foundations
of righteousness; makes not even the most obliterated of difference.

Cold-bloodedness will always remain diabolically unsavory Cold-bloodedness. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the pricelessly egalitarian sky;
or whether you place amidst the unconquerably redolent earth; makes not even the most obsolete of difference.

Slavery will always remain preposterously forlorn Slavery.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the vividly victorious rainbow; or whether you place it amidst the ecstatically galloping atmosphere; makes not even the most evaporating of difference.

Hysteria will always remain lividly impotent Hysteria.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the effulgently sparkling meadows; or whether you place it amidst the resplendently sensuous dewdrops; makes not even the most inconspicuous of difference.

Depression will always remain intolerably crucifying Depression.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the optimistically flaming Sun; or whether you place it amidst unflinchingly royal golden rays; makes not even the most insouciant of difference.

Dishonesty will always remain traumatically truculent Dishonesty.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the incomparably voluptuous gorge; or whether you place it amidst the most astoundingly stupefying tranquility; makes not even the most imperturbable of difference.

Politics will always remain sacrilegiously depraving Politics.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the peerlessly unsurpassable moon; or whether you place it amidst the most iridescently twinkling shimmer; makes not even the most fugitive of difference.

Rape will always remain unforgivably sinful Rape.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the eternally Omniscient temple; or whether you place it amidst infinite rivers of miraculous holiness; makes not even the most disappearing of difference.

Corruption will always remain disgustingly deteriorating Corruption.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the unceasingly symbiotic brain; or whether you place it amidst an endless unconquerable dreams of glorious brotherhood; makes not even the most inane of difference.

Prostitution will always remain satanically abject Prostitution.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the impeccably pristine oyster; or whether you place it amidst the most indomitably benign shimmer of innocence; makes not even the most ephemeral of difference.

Laziness will always remain lackadaisically meaningless Laziness.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the tirelessly ever-pervading
paradise; or whether you place it amidst the amiably dancing fairies of tomorrow; makes not even the most nonchalant of difference.

Betrayal will always remain gratuitously demonic Betrayal.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of mellifluously harmonious beehive; or whether you place it amidst all the rhapsodically interminable sweetness of the Universe; makes not even the most feckless of difference.

Devilishness will always remain horrifically penalizing Devilishness.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the undefeatedly Omnipotent saint; or whether you place it amidst every sermon of invincibly coalescing humanity; makes not even the most flickering of difference.

And Death will always remain inevitably torturous Death.
Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of unshakably Omnipresent Heaven; or whether you place it amidst every veritably blessed ingredient on this Universe; makes not even the most hapless of difference.

5. DEFINITELY- IMMORTALLY BONDING LOVE

Perhaps the dictionary of the rambunctiously gallivanting bumble bee; obstreperously started and ended with solely the words; “Beautifully golden Honey”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the voluptuously crimson clouds; sensuously started and ended with solely the words; “Unceasingly fantasizing rain”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the fathomlessly majestic desert; aridly started and ended with solely the words; “Unsparingly emaciating heat”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the wretchedly devastating earthquake; tempestuously started and ended solely with the words; “Uncouthly endless destruction”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the magically ameliorating leaves; enchantingly started and ended solely with the words; “Vivaciously ardent breeze”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the ubiquitously spell binding forest; uncannily started and ended solely with the words; “Boundlessly unfettered Enigma”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the inimitably indomitable Sun; fierily started and ended solely with the words; “Unflinchingly optimistic blaze”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the mystically sabbatical snake; clandestinely started and ended solely with the words; “Lethally surreptitious venom”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the triumphantly unbridled butterfly; exuberantly started and ended solely with the words; “Jubilantly undying frolic”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the incomparably venerated cow; dedicatedly started and ended solely with the words; “Timelessly fructifying worship”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the indiscriminately marauding dinosaur; atrociously started and ended solely with the words; “Ruthlessly slandering massacre”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the resplendently milky moon; altruistically started and ended solely with the words; “Perennially enlightening shimmer”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the mundanely jaded road; morosely started and ended solely with the words; “Pathetically lugubrious abrasion”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the insuperably infallible mountains; brilliantly started and ended solely with the words; “Undaunted strength galore”

Perhaps the dictionary of the punctiliously ticking clock; perseveringly started and ended solely with the words; “Indefatigably unfurling time”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the unabashedly scarlet rose; inscrutably started and ended solely with the words; “Unlimitedly compassionate fragrance”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the marvelously undulating sea; poignantly started and ended solely with the words; “Timelessly burgeoning adventure”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the monstrously grisly spider; mysteriously started and ended solely with the words; “Eclectically amazing slipperiness”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the obsessively possessive parents; inexorably started and ended solely with the words; “Our own blood/children”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the seductively emollient dewdrop; celestially starred and ended solely with the words; “Eternally emancipating bliss”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the sullenly cadaverous graveyard; forlornly started and ended solely with the words; “Fetidly asphyxiating ghostliness”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the affably moistened nostril; interminably started and ended solely with the words; “Pricelessly undefeated life”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the fantastically rain soaked soil; magnificently started and ended solely with the words; “Limitlessly unshakable virility”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the unbelievably infinite Universe; spectacularly started and ended solely with the words; “Miraculously mitigating creation”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the redolently invincible conscience; irrefutably started and ended solely with the words; “Unconquerably heavenly truth”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the unassailably ecstatic blood; effulgently started and ended solely with the words; “Incomparably sparkling humanity”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the inscrutably sculptured palm; tantalizingly started and ended solely with the words; “Inexplicably unraveling destiny”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the ferociously blood-curling terrorist; barbarously started and ended solely with the words; “Venomously satanic hatred”,

But Definitely; without the most infinitesimal shadow of doubt and universally; the dictionary of every organism living and symbiotically alive; uninhibitedly started and ended solely with the words; Immortally bonding love .

6. NOTHINGNESS

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate caverns of fantastically tantalizing and stupendously reinvigorating; “Beauty”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate clouds of rhapsodically enlightening and indefatigably unbridled; “Fantasy”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate sermons of pricelessly inimitable and insuperably emollient; “Humanity”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate sounds of unsurpassably unhindered and majestically embellished; “Creation”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate oceans of unceasingly undefeated and astoundingly proliferating; “Virility”,

Therefore; how dare you ever proclaim that the word “Nothingness”; was none but a fecklessly rotting gutter of insipidly cadaverous feces; how dare you ever proclaim that “Nothingness” was the sole cause of haplessly deteriorating extinction and death in the world today.

1.

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate fields of eternally emancipating and timelessly bestowing; “Selflessness”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate dewdrops of spell bindinglyfructifying and jubilantly proliferating; “Freshness”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate lines of endlessly titillating and beautifully garnished; “Poetry”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate pathways of irrefutably unconquerable and handsomely ameliorating; “Truth”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate mirrors of wonderfully Omnipresent and ubiquitously embracing; “Righteousness”,

Therefore; how dare you ever proclaim that the word “Nothingness”; was none but an inconsequentially morbid ingredient of helplessness; how dare you ever proclaim that “Nothingness” was the sole cause of sacrilegiously wanton extinction and death in the world today.

2.

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate yearning of symbiotically undefeated and holistically benign “Companionship”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate cradle of invincibly enlightening and triumphantly ecstatic; “Optimism”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate waves of fearlessly impregnable and gloriously altruistic ;“Martyrdom”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate petals of profusely utopian and unlimitedly blessing; “Euphoria”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate winds of irresistibly magnetic and inevitably extraordinary; “Attraction”,

Therefore; how dare you ever proclaim that the word “Nothingness”; was none but a non-existent of corpse of sadistically jinxed decay; how dare you ever proclaim that “Nothingness” was the sole cause of unforgivably murderous extinction and death in the world today.

3.

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate songs of iridescently ebullient and victoriously vivid; “Freedom”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate epitomes of spectacularly mesmerizing and indomitably unfettered; “Courage”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate shapes of timelessly enthralling and fabulously royal; “Creativity”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate foundations of bountifully consecrating and undauntedly unshakable; “Honesty”,

It was out of sheer “Nothingness”; that there arose the most ultimate beats of immortally fragrant and perennially bonding; “Love”,

Therefore; how dare you ever proclaim that the word “Nothingness”; was none but a fugitively deserted oblivion of insane treachery; how dare you ever proclaim that “Nothingness” was the sole cause of flagrantly crucifying extinction and death in the world today.

7. LIVING SINGLE-HANDEDLY AND SINGULARLY IN ITSELF.

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most inimitably priceless accolade; on the trajectory of this enchantingly indomitable earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most triumphantly unchallengeable accomplishment; on the trajectory of this spell-bindingly ubiquitous earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most effulgently indisputable victory; on the trajectory of this eternally fructifying earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unassailably supreme fantasy; on the trajectory of this resplendently new-born earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unbelievably unconquerable artistry; on the trajectory of this blissfully symbiotic earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most Omnipotently sacred preaching; on the trajectory of this celestially mollifying earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unceasingly persevering exercise; on the trajectory of this magnetically enigmatic earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most beautifully untainted desire; on the trajectory of this ecstatically unprejudiced earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unfathomably exhilarating target; on the trajectory of this iridescently benign earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most undauntedly reinvigorating adventure; on the trajectory of this poignantly
charismatic earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most inexplicably unraveling destiny; on the trajectory of this handsomely unbridled earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most undefeatedly majestic melanging; on the trajectory of this vibrantly intrepid earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most indispensably compulsive ingredient; on the trajectory of this incredulously Omnipresent earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most insuperably unfettered power; on the trajectory of this beautifully untarnished earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most efficaciously optimistic vitamin; on the trajectory of this altruistically jubilant earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most emancipating poetic odyssey; on the trajectory of this surreally emollient earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most sensuously inebriating titillation; on the trajectory of this flamboyantly igniting earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most astoundingly proliferating virility; on the trajectory of this benevolently unabashed earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most infallibly timeless inspiration; on the trajectory of this magically mitigating earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unflinchingly efficacious remedy; on the trajectory of this endlessly
enlightening earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most spectacularly ameliorating concession; on the trajectory of this pristinely ebullient earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most limitlessly liberating rebirth and re-incarnation; on the trajectory of this stupendously satiny earth,

And Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most immortally compassionate love; on the trajectory of this marvelously
tantalizing earth.

8. WHAT HAPPENS

What happens when branch leaves wither in freezing winter,
the tree body stands devoid of leafy clothing all day and night.

What happens when frosty cream is sucked from cow milk,
the solution rendered listless, resembles white mineral water.

What happens pure petrol is mixed with stale kerosene,
the car machinery stutters, vomits in pain, unable to budge an inch further.

What happens when a horse is kissed by fiery cigarette butt,
it throws its master topsy-turvy, galloping at mounting spurts of speed.

What happens when the vociferous sea is evacuated of water,
demonic thunder clouds of rain refrain from being formed.

What happens when children are introduced to the nefarious world of crime,
they indulge in rampant massacre, consuming human blood like stream water.

What happens when chunks of bread are left to die,
red ant and a plethora of fungus devour it rapidly.

What happens when body is drenched with rotten tobacco juice,
there develops an everlasting stench of decayed lizard.

What happens when coconut shell is slammed hard on human skull,
the fruit bursts open proving feeble against volatile energy of the brain.

What happens when we swallow a pitcher full of scotch whisky,
the inbuilt body clock remains in heavy sedation all Sunlit day.

What happens when partially blind left are to waver on the busy street,
they guide themselves adroitly, relying solely on sensory touches of touch and smell.

What happens when human beings are replaced by robots,
tasks get executed to immaculate perfection, without palpable emotions of hatred and unbiased love.

9. JUST GIVE ME ONE MEAL

He took shallow breaths at irregular intervals,
was clad in clothes bereft of stitching,
drops of blood oozed when he coughed,
thin bones clattered when he walked,
people dispersed when he perched beside them,
the air had a stench of starved perspiration as he passed,
white stream water transited to garbage Black,
as he dipped his caricature in holy
assemblage of the Ganges,
his feet were bare, diffused into cracks as he tread on thorns,
he hardly had saliva to spit on the earth.

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Harsh Sunlight days sped into sultry nights,
his shoulders drooped further with advancing age,
desires faded in oblivion, with brutal strokes of destiny,
he had stopped seeing dreams since eternity,
his body had turned numb to pain and abuse,
he had a solitary desire to eat one full meal.
it seemed god heard his call,
far off in the park, lay sprawled left overs of bread,
prompting him to run in glee,
he devoured the chunks in flash seconds of time,
made guttural sounds while gulping tap water,
looked at the sky with fingers juxtaposed in recesses of torn flesh,
laboured his way, for a place to sleep in the merciless night.

10. BITS AND PIECES

I accumulated bits and pieces of exquisite cloth,
took surplus spools of thread and slender bodkin,
stitched them all into a rich long articulate fabric,
which I proudly christened as my silken summer suit.

I amalgamated bits and pieces of pliable rubber,
acquired bountiful amounts of glue from bark of tree,
coagulated the curry of glue and rubber, exposing them to the Sun to dry,
the eventual outcome was as enchanting as twinkling stars in the sky,
what I now held in my palms was a pair of solidly punched and angular
cowboy boots.

I gathered bits and pieces of coastal silver sands,
moulded them deftly with soft pressure of my knotted fingers,
engraving intricate designs on the exterior periphery of structure,
embedding the pure sand walls with a plethora of translucent shells,
the sight for me to witness was a feast to my hungry eyes,
a midget sized sandcastle now stood ornately in vociferous currents of ocean
wind.

I assembled bits and pieces of wine red brick,
prepared a blend of cement and crushed chips of granite,
studded vacant spots on the exterior with pure Italian glass,
laid a colossal drainpipe from head to toe,
the aftermath of which saw me in direct confrontation,
with the magnanimous silhouette of the princely edifice.

And finally when I mixed bits and pieces of my tears with hers,
the liquid was resplendent with a mystical aura,
it made us reminiscent of the times of distress and gruelling agony,
when we lived bifurcated by feckless boundaries of class and status,
we still drank the concoction regularly decades after tying the nuptial chord,
it quenched our thirst like God cures all those afflicted with heinous pain.

11. BLOOD RED APPLE JUICE

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

12. BOREDOM

I viewed television for long hours on the trot,
Flickering images of the screen flooding inert regions of my eye,
I suddenly felt my head throbbing like a thousand needles,
And I shut my eyes with ardent fervor; to avoid getting blatantly bored.

I swam with zealous strokes in sapphire blue waters of the swimming pool,
Floating occasionally with my vision riveted to the placid moon,
The exuberance prevalent at the start was slowly dwindling,
And the very perception of crossing parallel stretches of water,
Rendered me feeling dreadful and bored.

I drove my parrot green automobile at breathtaking speeds,
Manoeuvring dexterously through sharp bends of the valley,
With mesmerizing tunes o music piercing me like steel arrows,
Days sped into ghastly nights; the rally was yet far from accomplished,
And I prayed fervently to god to exit from this utterly boring rigmarole.

I sprawled a bunch of dotted cards on the fur topped desk,
Shuffling them with meticulous precision and care,
With a scintillating bottle of rum lying by my side;
As the vigils of dusk took a stranglehold on day,
the once coherent images; struck me as indecipherably blurred,
twin pairs of my eyes were bored; succumbing gladly to indispensable sleep.

I chanted unrelentingly the mantra of God,
Swaying with robust energy to the omniscient personality of the Creator,
Drowned in totality with the essence of celestial rays,
Fulfilling the imperative quota of duties; towards my counterpart human being,
The ritual slaughtered traces of boredom from my life;
Reinforcing exasperated avenues of my mind with the vastness of spiritual
creation.

13. BUTTONS

The colossal deodar tree was embossed with infinite buttons of parrot green,
which swayed frivolously with ravishing currents of enigmatic breeze.

The sky was flooded with buttons of flocculent white,
Dispersed into cocoons of rain yielding humid gas.

The contemporary pistol was embedded with a fleet of compact lead buttons,
Capable of annihilating palpable entities to lifeless souls.

Palatial waters of the emerald ocean were abundant with hordes of fish,
Which swam with acrobatic ease in swirling waters; under the nocturnal moon.

The sizzling agglomerate of continental soup was resplendent with buttons of tubular mushroom,
Which disintegrated into sumptuous splinters when savored by a cluster of teeth.

Pellucid glass of the time piece; incorporated slender buttons of metal,
Which arduously circulated in clockwise journeys throughout decades of survival.

Succulent pulp of the watermelon; held captive a plethora of brown buttons,
Which had sour juice trapped in deep recesses of soft kernel.

The driving wheel of scintillating automobile; possessed a conspicuously protuberant button,
Producing discordant sounds when compressed to supreme angularity.

Mammoth jerry cans of cow milk; consisted of tangible buttons of salubrious cream,
Which reinvigorated dreary mechanisms of the body with unprecedented energy.

The magnanimous jaw of alligator was juxtaposed with an army of acerbic button,
Ready to ferociously strip bountiful flesh from strong bone.

Silver sands of the sea shore were emollient with surplus fillings of mystical buttons,
Which shone brilliantly in the midday Sun; nestled in tranquil under a cameo of stars.

And visual apparatus of my eye was blessed with translucent buttons of vision,
Which envisaged her love in the day; inevitably sighting her on every piece of land,
Sleeping in contentment with her fragrance pilfering my thought flow for the
ruthless night.

14. WALKING BACKWARDS

If humans on land started to abruptly walk backwards,
with their eyes focused towards empty spaces in the front,
they would inadvertently lose their balance tumbling like a pack of cards,
on the obdurate surface of muddy ground.

If cars powered with speed guns traversed backwards,
monumental elevations of buildings would seem fading in oblivion,
it would be eternity before one reached the place of work,
there would be embarrassing accidents at all quarters,
rendering the traffic in disdainful jeopardy.

If thoroughbred stallions galloped backwards,
execute insane behavior while carrying their possessors,
their masters would whip them black and blue,
for not obeying stringent instructions even after consuming with relish,
fresh tendrils of red radish with spicy leaves of coriander.

If saline waves of the ocean receded backwards with outrageous bursts of wind,
the sand on shores would die in parched starvation,
fishes would find it painstakingly cumbersome to swim,
there would be no ships sailing on the erratic persona of the sky blue sea.

If slender needles of the tower clock ticked backwards,
minutes, hours, days would simply fail to proceed,
the youth would exist in resplendent exuberance for decades to come,
all decayed and old would fail to wither, staying alive for times immemorial,
and there wouldn’t be a fresh soul born for centuries to be confronted.

15. ARTILLERY FOR SURVIVAL

The car ate gallons of golden gasoline spray,
the pen survived on compressed mass of carbon ink.

the lizard devoured species of small insects,
the light bulb shone to swift currents of white electricity.

the birds lived on suspended wind in atmosphere,
the rock crevices hungrily gulped salty sea waves.

the tree sucked moisture from interior core of soil,
triangular ice cubes fed on incessant supply of frozen air.

the pigments of green derived fodder through bright Sunshine,
red crested parrot nibbled spicy chunks of homemade pickle.

the cigarette sticks relied solely on milligrams of lethal tobacco,
thick skinned elephant swallowed a truck load of healthy leaves.

the placid night was cooled by strong beams of the tranquil moon,
the marine octopus relished a meal of long fish and crab.

the wall clock functioned due to meticulous unwinding of chains,
the bumble bee rested in jars of natural honey.

the computer processed data from a configuration of microchips,
exhaustion was accentuated further by infinite beads of sweat dripping down.

the humans existing lived on a cascade of currency,
whilst I occupied the soil, entirely listening to tunes of my heart.

16. THE DARKER SIDE AND THE BRIGHTER ASPECT

The darker side of blindness was an unrelenting camouflage of austere black,
while brighter aspect of the same was a sensitive tuning of the hollow ear drum.

The darker side of a wounded bruise was gushing streams of blood flowing,
while brighter aspect of the same; was firm resilience to anguish and pain.

The darker side of the ocean was drowning to death,
while brighter aspect of the same was; a cluster of striped fish swimming.

The darker side of squashed vegetable was clouds of insidious stench emanating,
while brighter aspect of the same was blissful manure for an artillery of dead shrub.

The darker side of a computer was a total entropy of handwriting,
while brighter aspect of the same was crisp outlines of calligraphy ornately printed.

The darker side of the twin horned cow was that it was fat and indolent,
while brighter aspect of the same was that it suckled gallons of fresh milk.

The darker side of the Sun was acrimonious rays cauterizing tender patches of skin,
while brighter aspect of the same was complete fumigation of the water logged environment.

The darker side of a candy chocolate was a plethora of cavities in mouth palette,
while brighter aspect of the same was waves of felicity submerging a person in euphoria.

The darker side of moon was that it diffused feeble beams of opalescent light,
while brighter aspect of the same was that it illuminated gruesome darkness with rays of hope.

The darker side of residing in a jungle was immense fear of savage beasts,
while brighter aspect of the same was bathing in crystal waters of the virgin river.

The darker side of being a dog was being treated with loads of contempt and
malice,
while brighter aspect of the same was ferociously growling canine teeth at strangers.

The darker side of death was traumatic pain and tumultuous sorrow,
while brighter aspect of the same was to give someone a chance to live.

The darker side of love was infinite perils lurking in the society,
while the brighter aspect of the same was relishing the feeling of being cared.

17. DESTINY

I blended a considerate proportion of wild sand and water,
smearing the paste with a sweet curry of white fish chowder,
neatly aligning the assembly of bricks to form a wall,
with acrid light beams of the sun fortifying the construction,
I then left destiny handle my twin storied house.

I slogged like a tribal bull all sweltering day,
burnt midnight oil to its unprecedented capacity,
flipping diligently through minuscule literature printed on decaying parchment
of books,
mustered enough tenacity to appear in the examinations,
leaving destiny to decide the outcome of my Herculean effort.

I drove my automobile at languid speeds,
caressing the gears with meticulous precision,
maneuvering the vehicle with coherent strokes imparted to the steering wheel,
applying stringent pressure on the horn before overtaking,
leaving destiny to implement whether i should relinquish breath in a car crash; or live.

I onerously molded my fingers to sketch,
feeding bare bonds of paper with ornate lines of the moist mountain,
vigorously shading fluorescent rays of the sun with my lead tipped pencil,
filling enchanting spots of the lake with crimson color,
left it entirely on destiny to be appreciated by true connoisseurs of art.

I viciously perspired beneath the flaming Sun,
performing routine tasks; catering to activities of monotonous life,
ploughing virgin chunks of clay; sandwiched amidst towering bull,
milking the cow for rich complexioned frothy cream,
left it to mother destiny to chalk plans of action in my life.

18. NEVER ASK

Never ask a man perpetually blind; to desiccate an infinitesimal needle from the unfathomably colossal haystack,

Never ask a bird withering horrendously on the ground; to flap its brutally severed wings and fly,

Never ask a panther growling full throttle; to emanate a melody that would transit human into a blissful slumber,

Never ask an insatiably parasitic leech; to magnificently heal your profusely
bleeding wounds,

Never ask an abysmally sweltering desert; to quench the agonizing flames overwhelmingly engulfing your scorched throat,

Never ask an insurmountably barbaric butcher; to pacify the intransigent wails of  a freshly born infant,

Never ask a horrendously broken pencil; to sketch the most fabulously intricate corners of the Universe,

Never ask a satanically ruthless assassin; to churn unsurpassable lines or mystically romantic poetry,

Never ask a diabolically thorny cactus; to become your voluptuously mesmerizing mattress for the heart of the night,

Never ask a gigantic avalanche of ice; to compassionately ignite your pathetically dwindling and frozen senses,

Never ask a flirtatiously capricious wink; to resolve higher than the summit of the unconquerable cosmos,

Never ask an incomprehensibly squalid pig; to perpetuate the dolorous
atmosphere with enchanting scent,

Never ask the clock ticking at swashbuckling speeds; to transit back into the realms of nascent childhood,

Never ask the stalk of frigidly diminishing grass; to stand like an invincible fortress against the most tumultuous of storm,

Never ask the vivaciously thundering streaks of lightening; to squeak like a kitten; camouflage in the corridors of dormant solitude,

Never ask dungeons inundated with glittering gold; to beg like impoverished urchins on the treacherously deserted street,

Never ask the irrevocably dead stone; to fulminate into rhapsodic spurts of animated laughter,

Never ask a enigmatically heartfelt poet; to function like monotonous clockwork in the periphery of manipulative office,

Never ask a bewitching sorceress; to philanthropically bless humanity with the essence of uninhibited sharing,

Never ask a newly embellished bride; to discard her soul mate like cakes of snobbishly neglected charcoal,

And never ask the lecherously blood sucking devil; to love; taint its immortal essence with the seed of malice proliferating hideously in his heart.

19. THE HEART OF BETRAYAL

The sting of the mosquito; renders just an inconspicuous spurt of pain on
naked flesh,
Whereas the sting of greed; profoundly decimates blissful civilizations into horrendous bits of pulverized ash.

The growl of the panther; transiently paralyzes boisterous traces of palpable life,
Whereas the growl of violence; metamorphoses brilliantly blazing light of the day into a cloud of perpetual darkness.

The sword of piquant iron; renders you ethereally unconscious with its flurry of inevitable wounds,
Whereas the sword of lies; buries you infinite feet beneath your grave; massacring your conscience into sleazy pulp towards the fathomless sky.

The blanket of thorns; foments you to squeal a trifle everytime you tried to tread upon your spellbinding feet,
Whereas the blanket of slavery; makes you a criminal for centuries unprecedented in the court of celestial existence.

The whirlpool of sand; obscured your vision for infinitesimal instants; ephemerally sequestering you from the reality of life,
Whereas the whirlpool of manipulation; irrevocably cursed each organism alive with the most tyrannical of deaths.

The bars of the prison; made irascible inroads into normally unveiling lifestyles,
Whereas the bars of pompousness; made irrefutably sure you kept hovering between heaven and hell even before veritable death.

The tunnel of darkness; temporarily dislocated you; propelling you to stumble towards the ground as you frantically tried to gauge your gloomy surroundings,
Whereas the tunnel of crime stretched beyond realms of infinite infinity; with the only end being your hedonistically distorted corpse.

The clouds of thunder clashed viciously in the sky; dumbfounding you for fraction seconds of time,
Whereas the clouds of discrimination; invincibly ensured that there would not be the tiniest trace of light; even in the most Omnipotent of Sunshine.

And the heart of stress; fluttered nervously every now and again; but still survived on potent panaceas of holistic medicine,
But the heart of betrayal; remained perpetually frozen for infinite births of it to unveil; even though it harbored the most tumultuous of beats.

20. I CAN’T BELIEVE

I can’t believe that there were eyes more beautiful than yours in this entire Universe; the poignant empathy they bestowed on every soul they glimpsed,
And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today.

I can’t believe that there were hair more ravishing than yours in this entire Universe; the voluptuously satin caress they radiated; as they vivaciously swished,
And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today.

I can’t believe that there were lips more enchanting than yours in this entire Universe; the amicable smile that incarcerated the most remotest of alien in their compassionate swirl,
And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today.

I can’t believe that there were palms more mystical than yours in this entire Universe; the labyrinth of irrefutably determined lines that entirely enveloped your flawless skin,
And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today.

I can’t believe that there were footprints more perpetual than yours in this entire Universe; the embodiments of priceless solidarity they left on every path they resolutely tread,
And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today.

I can’t believe that there were expressions more effusive than yours in this entire Universe; the boisterous ardor they embedded in one and all; imparting life at the very tenterhooks of extinction,
And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today.

I can’t believe that there were breaths more passionate than yours in this entire Universe; the immortal virtue with which they metamorphosed lifeless souls beneath the corpse to blissfully alive,
And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today.

I can’t believe that there were beats more romantic than yours in this entire Universe; the unrelenting tenacity with which your heart palpitated; solely for the person it loved,
And if there were indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today.

And I can’t believe that there was a life more fulfilling than yours in this entire Universe; devoting each of its unfurling seconds to the philanthropically uninhibited service of dwindling mankind,
And if there was indeed; then I was prepared to die before death actually occurred; this very moment today.

21. A LIFETIME

A lifetime of sharing; unveiling the most intricate secrets; overtopping the barriers of the disdainfully acrid society,

A lifetime of poignant emotions; with the inner most recesses of the heart effusively portraying their ultimate even in the heart of chilly night,

A lifetime of caring; compounded with the uninhibited spirit of selfless sacrifice,

A lifetime of frolicking in the aisles of untamed desire; with the winds of doom miserably dwindling to curb the flame of perpetual romance,

A lifetime of belief; with the devil of sinister misconception vanishing completely into wisps of obsolete oblivion,

A lifetime of overwhelmingly exuberant adventure; marching intrepidly; with invincible solidarity to achieve our goals,

A lifetime of mesmerizing fantasy; perennially wound in each others arms in a mystical entrenchment of our own,

A lifetime of respecting our revered ancestors; worshipping the path of impeccably righteous ideals which they so diligently persevered till the time they died,

A lifetime of empathy for our fellow compatriots; transgressing shoulder to shoulder with in their moments of ecstasy and inexplicable sorrow,

A lifetime of staring profoundly into our eyes; no matter what evil tried to infiltrate into the carpets of this blissful world,

A lifetime of philandering like newly discovered lovers; tickling each other till tears of incomprehensible freedom trickled down our eyes,

A lifetime of procreating our own progeny; proudly carrying forward God’s most marvelous chapter of existence,

A lifetime of accepting each other; of what we were; and of what we unfortunately couldn’t be,

A lifetime of holding hands with each other; confronting the mightiest of obstacle that came our way; with the wave of our immortal love,

A lifetime of understanding each other; discovering the most minuscule of our likes and dislikes to the boundaries beyond sagacious comprehension,

A lifetime of vows and resolutions; to serve each other till the time we relinquish our breath; match each other step for step,

A lifetime of perseverance; an unrelentingly enduring struggle that saw us eventually clamber up the summit of glittering success,

A lifetime of loving each other so insatiably; that the most treacherous of pain metamorphosed into a million smiles,

And most importantly; a lifetime of life; and a lifetime of death; is how I wanted to lead my life with you O! beloved; till the time Almighty Lord wanted us to be.

22. I WANTED TO ACCEPT

I didn’t want to simply smile; I wanted to accept its fascinating glory and fabulous charm; instead,

I didn’t want to simply cry; I wanted to magnanimously accept its treacherous sorrow; instead,

I didn’t want to simply sleep; I wanted to accept its ravishingly surreal dream till times immemorial; instead,

I didn’t want to simply shiver; I wanted to accept its mysteriously uncanny tingling; instead,

I didn’t want to simply starve; I wanted to its inevitable descending upon my impoverished caricature; instead,

I didn’t want to simply desire; I wanted to accept its stupendously passionate and ardent virtue; instead,

I didn’t want to simply get crippled; I wanted to accept its tyrannical blow as
a beautiful gift; instead,

I didn’t want to simply sweat; I wanted to accept its onerous trickle as the seeds
of incessant perseverance; instead,

I didn’t want to simply admire; I wanted to accept all the planet as a paradise of mesmerizing beauty; instead,

I didn’t want to simply dream; I wanted to accept it as a marvelously enchanting fantasy which blossomed into infinite petals of prosperity every unfurling minute; instead,

I didn’t want to simply achieve the unconquerable; I wanted to accept its poignant triumph as an outburst from the celestial heavens; instead,

I didn’t want to simply metamorphose the definitions of art; I wanted to accept wholeheartedly its indefatigably changing forms; instead,

I didn’t want to simply marry the ultimate love of my life; I wanted to accept its most bountifully perpetual bondage; instead,

I didn’t want to simply memorize; I wanted to accept my brain for its insurmountable labyrinth of intriguing dilemmas; instead,

I didn’t want to simply respect; I wanted to accept its divinely sacrosanct blessings; instead,

I didn’t want to simply gallop; I wanted to accept the incomprehensibly fast pace of life to its fullest; instead,

I didn’t want to simply breathe; I wanted to accept its Omnipotent essence with open hands till times upto which the Creator wanted; instead,

I didn’t want to simply love; I wanted to accept its most immortal element for countless more lives of mine; instead,

I didn’t want to simply create; I wanted to accept everything around me as the most gorgeous organism of God's evolution; instead,

And I didn’t want to simply die; I wanted to accept its unavoidable web with the same smile on my face as when I was freshly born; instead.

23. GREED AND SELFLESSNESS

Greed indiscriminately penalizes,
Selflessness is the ultimate panacea; for uniting all innocuously harmonious; for centuries immemorial and alike.

Greed baselessly tyrannizes,
Selflessness is an Omnipotent fabric; which irrefutably transcends you above the resplendent heavens; to be the unequivocal favorite of the divine.

Greed ruthlessly snatches,
Selflessness is the only road to everlasting prosperity; coalescing even the most salaciously treacherous with the scent of the bountifully bestowing soil.

Greed manipulatively stagnates,
Selflessness is the most priceless core of enthralling existence; enlightening unassailable beams of hope; in all those dwellings miserably impoverished;
without optimism and light.

Greed horrendously massacres,
Selflessness is an Omnisciently miraculous ointment; which heals the most bizarre wounds of the overwhelming rich and pathetically destitute; alike.

Greed uncouthly divests,
Selflessness is a enchantingly silken flower; which disseminates the true spirit of mankind; to even the most infinitesimal parts; of this fathomless globe.

Greed lethally poisons,
Selflessness is a grandiloquently mesmerizing sky; which relentlessly showers the blessings of the Almighty; upon all philanthropically benign.

Greed pulverizes beyond recognition,
Selflessness is a unendingly radiating horizon; which brilliantly sparkles all night and day; with the rainbow of unconquerable righteousness.

Greed maliciously obfuscates all truth,
Selflessness is the most Omnipresent harbinger of celestial peace; unstoppably heading towards the paradise of scintillating success.

Greed insidiously cripples,
Selflessness is a majestically flapping bird that hoists even the most devastatingly deprived; making one perpetually realize his ultimate mission in destined life.

Greed sadistically abhors,
Selflessness is the most candid reflection of every organism’s inner self; the most stupendously supreme richness to be holistically alive.

Greed mockingly whips,
Selflessness is an invincible mountain of humanity; which sequesters the infirm and strong; in its compassionately synergistic belly; alike.

Greed has no beginning; no end,
Selflessness is the most unbelievably blazing road to the enamoring heavens; the most insatiably fulfilling endowment in vivacious life.

Greed rots under the grave for centuries unprecedented,
Selflessness is an eternally bequeathing fruit; which magically ensures that benevolent mercy reigns supreme; till the time there was life on this unsurpassable planet.

Greed is a morbidly decaying stone,
Selflessness is the sole pillar of solidarity that’s stands patriotically amidst a world of dilapidated doom; an astronomical strength that makes every entity achieve its most sacrosanct mission in; impoverished existence.

Greed is a viciously ghastly foe,
Selflessness is like the innocuous cry of a new born infant; without the tiniest of blemish upon its supremely Godly swirl.

Greed incoherently babbles,
Selflessness is a perennially enchanting song of enamoring sagaciousness; which beautifully quells even the most thunderously satanic of squall; with its wave of egalitarian calm.

Greed is the most abominable chunk of garbage in the gutter,
Selflessness is a torrential downpour of endless charisma; unequivocally perpetuating a smile on even the most haplessly maimed faces.

Greed hopelessly annihilates,
Selflessness is the most royal blanket of incredulously euphoric happiness; disseminating the virtue of unshakable togetherness; every time the earth was magnanimously born.

Greed strangulates you without a chance,
Selflessness is emphatically blazing Sunshine; that dazzles into fireballs of divinely light; even after veritable death.

Greed murders your stride even before you could alight a foot,
Selflessness is the most regale conqueror of all prejudiced desires; making you yearn for only the cradle of unsurpassable innocence.

Greed excoriates you into impotent ash,
Selflessness is a river of unbreakable unity; a religion which only knows to chivalrously donate the magnificence of spell binding mankind; upon one and all; bountifully alike.

Greed surreptitiously slaps,
Selflessness is an idol of unbelievable courage; a tenacity that makes you fearlessly overcome; even the most belligerently ominous impediments in pragmatic life.

Greed traumatically imprisons,
Selflessness is an evergreen leaf of Godly freedom; an impregnable will to forever follow the path of the Almighty Divine.

Greed savagely pricks you to barbarically bleed,
Selflessness is a wave of artistic aristocracy; that marvelously pacifies every iota of your ditheringly frazzled senses; with the poetry of symbiotic Creation.

Greed hands you instantaneously to the devil,
Selflessness is a blooming wand that altruistically kisses all your acerbic agonies away; propelling you to be born beautifully; a countless times yet again.

Greed plummets into the valley of worthless nothingness,
Selflessness is that heavenly milk of the mother; which ubiquitously feeds every child ruthlessly orphaned; due to diabolical strokes of time.

Greed discordantly wails all the time,
Selflessness transcends the most grandiloquently timeless treasures on this earth; to forever blend with redolently gratifying heavens.

Greed digs your grave deep at every step you tread,
Selflessness wholesomely absolves you from victimizing earthly bondage; liberating your soul to incessantly float in clouds of mystical love.

Greed knives you deep when you turn your back,
Selflessness is an invaluable window of mutually gratifying existence; being the utmost savior of one and all; across this boundless planet.

Greed penalizes you gorily even beyond death,
Selflessness is a wind which astoundingly charms; exquisitely embellishing each of your murderously malevolent veins; with the freshness of unparalleled humanity.

Greed acerbically immolates you in waves of meaningless lust,
Selflessness is the wheel of indefatigably proliferating evolution; immaculately meditating in the aisles of enamoring contentment.

Greed venomously strips you of even the most minuscule of your resources,
Selflessness is a meadow of congenial tranquility; pioneering an unconquerable camaraderie; between man and the ravishing environment.

Greed austerely metamorphoses you into a dreaded animal,
Selflessness is an entrenchment of supremely ever-pervading faith; that looms large as the only messiah; even after sky had tumultuously transposed with muddy earth.

Greed horrifically blinds you even in the most flamingly boisterous of Sunlight,
Selflessness is a magically resonating rhythm of sheer eloquence; an evening of gorgeously replenishing fulfillment.

Greed gobbles you like an inconspicuous mosquito,
Selflessness is a scepter of incomprehensible goodness; always ensuring that you traversed like an undefeated prince; all your life.

Greed diabolically stings you when you think that you’ve conquered the entire world,
Selflessness is the sole mantra for humanitarian success not only in this birth; but every time the Creator thought you worthy; of priceless life.

Greed acrimoniously spits on you as though you were nonchalant shit,
Selflessness is a true stalwart of handsomely rustic motherland; unendingly defending you from all viciously sordid hurdles of ominous existence.

Greed doesn’t pity you the slightest even in the revered lap of your untainted mother,
Selflessness is a tree with countless rejuvenatingly amiable branches; eventually melanging into the tree of immortal humanity.

Greed ludicrously beheads your scalp like a piece of worthless wind,
Selflessness is a jewel which scintillates even after the heart of perniciously savage midnight; illuminating every abode besieged with despicable lechery with beams of fragrant light.

Greed buries you alive without taking even the tiniest permission from your destiny,
Selflessness is the sole elixir that instills astonishing reinvigoration in your capriciously muddled veins; irrevocably perpetuates you to spawn fascinating newness; on every lane that you interweaved through.

Greed only transpires you to sign the signature of gruesomely bellicose death,
Selflessness is the most enchanting mist of true belonging; ebulliently uniting you with your rudiments of nostalgic birth.

Greed disparagingly distorts you beyond holistic proportions,
Selflessness is the most regale sensation that makes you bask in the glory of supremely sensuous timelessness; transforming every anguish of yours into the; fortress of the Creator divine.

Greed admonishingly dictates you worse than a baseless slave,
Selflessness is your most humble compatriot in good times and preposterously bad; majestically replenishing every empty space of your penurious survival; with the gifts of wonderfully Creation.

Greed brutally vandalizes even your lackadaisically nonchalant skeleton,
Selflessness is the most princely element of Mother Nature; profusely oozing oceans of untamed love; onto every organism who intrepidly adopted it.

Greed straddles disgusting brakes upon your fertile reservoir of imagination,
Selflessness is a redolently unfazed scent that envelopes you with unfathomable jubilation from all sides; makes you ecstatically wander through the aisles of incredulously eclectic newness.

Greed uncouthly confiscates your conscience; to hand it over to the blood sucking vampires,
Selflessness is a valley of overwhelmingly unimaginable exhilaration; an expedition which portrays to every living being; the true meaning of existence.

Greed coldbloodedly rains parasites on you; even after you were no more than a ghost sulking in the frigid atmosphere,
Selflessness is idol of Almighty Lord in his most poignantly towering forms; gloriously blessing all those with an immaculate soul; upon the trajectory of this
vast planet.

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

24. LIVE LIFE TRULY KINGSIZE

Dream as big as you can; but huddled in a sordidly devastated corner; will get you astoundingly closer forever; to the cowardly doorsteps of penalizing hell,
While it is only those who take the blazingly blistering Sun directly on their patriotic eyeballs; who eventually metamorphose every benign fantasy of theirs; into an eternal reality.

Talk as valiant as you can; but shriveled manipulatively beside the despicably dolorous graves; will get you for sure to sulk forever; in the shadow of the preposterously diabolical devil,
While it is only those who uninhibitedly shed every iota of their persevering sweat under the sweltering afternoon; who eventually escalate to the ladder of philanthropically glittering success.

Dare as Herculean as you can; but pathetically camouflaged in the maliciously surreptitious belly of the horrifically stagnating dungeons; will find you forever a companionship of the miserably gory skeletons,
While it is only those who fearlessly tread on every path of exhilaratingly intrepid existence; unflinchingly embracing even the most invidious of impediment that confronted them in their benevolent way; who eventually succeed in disseminating the spirit of blissful brotherhood; to the most fathomless corners of this Universe.

Run as thunderous as you can; but indefatigably curled from all ends in disgustingly stale sponge; will land you forever in the despondently dwindling corridors of treacherous sleep,
While it is only those exuberantly gallop forward with the same gusto in their share of bizarre pain and happiness alike; who eventually and irrefutably transform all crippling disease into celestial paradise.

Sing as melodiously as you can; but incarcerated within walls of savagely asphyxiating depression; propels you inevitably to have breakfast with perpetually deadened tones,
While it is only those who harmoniously share the inner most recesses of their unequivocally truthful soul with all sparkling goodness in the atmosphere; who eventually transcend past the dormitories of; the eternally gratifying and resplendent heavens.

Pledge as vehemently as you can; but shrinking to an infinitesimally disappearing minnow; in the lap of the incorrigibly closed and retreating fist; will forever ensure that you remain disastrously famished for times immemorial,
While it is only those who kiss ghastly death in its face to unrelentingly surge ahead in righteously scintillating life; who eventually become the perennial martyrs of mankind.

Smile as wide as you can; but after the heart of sinister midnight and that too relishing behind the acrimoniously salacious cactus; will forever make you
rot in gutters of forlorn loneliness,
While it is only those who altruistically relinquish every speck of their own jubilation to enlighten a ray of unconquerable hope in disparagingly despairing lives; who eventually cherish the most impregnable blessings of the Omnipotent divine.

Breathe as deep as you can; but buckets of murderously blood stained desperation; will gorily curse upon you forever and countless more births to come; a survival more acrid than cloudbursts of hell,
While it is only those who synergistically inhale and exhale the essence of unassailable honesty; who eventually and immortally continue to exist as the priceless leaders of humanity.

And love as unfathomable as you can; but brutally imprisoning your beats in the rat race of stinkingly beleaguered commercialism; will convert you into a lecherous ghost even in the most robustly pristine of your youth,
While it is only those who wholeheartedly open and unite their hearts with unconquerable love; who eventually pioneer the grandiloquent religion of togetherness; who eventually are able to live life truly kingsize.

25. BECAUSE

Because it was torrentially raining from fathomless carpets of crimson sky; I was flamboyantly ecstatic; surging forward many a continent; with unprecedented euphoria in my veins,

Because the Sun was brilliantly shimmering; I was full and profound with dazzling enlightenment; to optimistically lead each instant of vivaciously blissful life,

Because the nightingale was melodiously singing; I felt besieged with whirlwinds of tantalizing enchantment; profusely reinvigorating every iota of my beleaguered countenance; with the celestial cadence in the atmosphere,

Because the ocean was ravishingly undulating; I felt philandering on the most exhilarating expedition of my life; handsomely kissing all benign goodness
uninhibitedly wandering around; with the fervor of an ebulliently untamed prince,

Because the sheep were innocuously chewing grass on the velvety meadows; I felt as if immaculately bouncing through the turnstiles of supreme innocence; harmoniously assimilating all philanthropic graciousness prevalent on this bountiful planet,

Because the kite was soaring majestically through the silken clouds; I felt unequivocally bereft of even the most infinitesimal of tensions in murderously
manipulative life; euphorically galloping forward to embrace the winds of astounding mysticism,

Because perennial rivers of holistic honey dribbled delectably from the hive; I felt like an unassailably priceless prince; romantically enshrouding every cranny of my devastated persona; with fireballs of compassionate yearning,

Because the wind swept the panoramic landscape in tumultuous torrents; I felt unfathomably rhapsodic; boisterously leaping like a new born child; nostalgically reminiscing the most gloriously scintillating moments of my impoverished life,

Because streaks of poignant lightening vividly bludgeoned the misty sky; I felt unsurpassable waves of dynamic patriotism prolifically enshroud my demeanor from all sides; propelling me to relinquish every breath of mine; for the sake of my sacrosanct motherland,

Because the squirrels were fervently bustling through the gregarious kaleidoscope of vibrantly rustling trees; I felt as if existence was endless; chalking my very own path to survive; on every step that I tread,

Because the lions were thunderously roaring; I felt valiantly encapsulated by a wind of unflinching charisma; indefatigably blazing my way forward; on the path of eternal righteousness,

Because the dewdrops were romantically glimmering in the ethereal morning light; I felt like an illuminating beam of fortitude; magnanimously infiltrating into every dwelling entrenched with horrendously inexplicable despair,

Because unconquerably voluptuous scent wafted from the garden of stupendously blossoming roses; I felt as if even the most inconspicuous of misery had wholesomely vanquished from my life; freshly embarking on a trail of gorgeously spell binding newness,

Because the Moon flirted resplendently in the firmament of aristocratic sky; I felt profusely drowned in an enigmatic reservoir of milky fantasy; enthralling every pore of my dead flesh; with the incomprehensible titillation of the starry night,

Because the lids mischievously winked with the beautifully setting Sun; I felt overwhelmingly seduced by nubile maidens whistling in rapturous delight; bequeathing a countless more lives of mine; at their mysteriously pristine feet,

Because my newly born child wailed in immaculately Godly unison; I felt as if the most grandiloquently richest organism alive; marvelously condoning even the most vociferously pertinent of my enemies; yet alive,

Because the shadows inscrutably lengthened with the rampantly fading light; I felt indefatigably stumbling upon a path of innovatively ingenious intrigue; fabulously whispering the innermost desires of my soul; to the radiantly silent leaves,

Because my mother incessantly kept me close to her divinely bosom; I felt the most invincibly blessed man on this gigantic planet; taking birth for times immemorial; only in the impregnable walls of her heavenly womb,

And because the thunderbolts of immortal love perpetually perpetuated into the corridors of my passionately palpitating heart; I felt as if synergistically breathing till beyond the realms of wonderful eternity; felt as if death could not even make the slightest dent on me; and forever alive.

26. A CARPET OF LIFE

I wore a brilliantly orange cloak of vibrant oranges; when I felt I was ardently surging forward; towards the fireballs of untamed exuberance,

I wore a sedately tranquil apron of celestial dewdrops; when I felt a wave of overwhelming contentment wholesomely enshrouding; every iota of my profusely fatigued countenance,

I wore a seductive cistern of rustling tree leaves; when I felt the bountifully enchanting winds of the astoundingly tantalizing night; tickle me like a new
born child,

I wore a mystically fragrant garland of robust roses; when I felt every step of my impoverished existence; unfurling into an unfathomably priceless ocean of
virile dreams,

I wore a thunderously poignant tiger skin; when I felt the insatiable inferno of surreptitious carnal desire; transcend its ebullient spell over each of my; devastatingly beleaguered senses,

I wore a titillating cloud of enamoring velvet; when I felt the skies of profoundly enigmatic mysticism; unrelentingly bequeathing upon me; the spell binding rain
drops of perennial yearning,

I wore a statue of profusely intrepid earth; when I felt the unflinchingly impregnable mountain of blazing patriotism; scintillating unleash from every pore of my nimble visage,

I wore a piquant shawl of tumultuously fiery chili; when I felt irascibly provoked by the uncouthly savage and acrimoniously conventional society; when the spirit of retribution was all that diffused from my diminutive soul,

I wore a gorgeous sheet of emphatically whistling bells; when I felt jubilantly philandering through the aisles of fascinating romance; euphorically hoodwinking the majestic Sun; before it kissed the horizons goodbye,

I wore a sparkling scarf of innocuously radiating pearls; when I felt as if the entire grandiloquence on this Universe; had divinely blended with each droplet of my effusively scarlet blood,

I wore a dilapidated curtain of threadbare cotton; when I felt invidiously stabbed for centuries immemorial; by dolorously depressing coffins of; bizarre loneliness,

I wore a incredulously slim handkerchief of moisture; when I felt the blistering heat of the treacherously sweltering Sun; disdainfully scorch my demeanor to; gruesomely livid ash,

I wore a compassionately warm mattress of sheepskin; when I felt particles of forlorn remorsefulness infiltrate deep down into my soul; when the avalanches of freezing winter unsparingly endeavored their best; to asphyxiate the last breath out of my lungs,

I wore boundless helmets of formidable solidarity; when the sky surrounding me rained down globules of penalizing hell; ruthlessly lambasting my body with
whirlwinds of maliciously disparaging discontent,

I wore colossal jackets of ravishing watermelon skin; when I felt my mind was going insanely berserk; when I felt that I needed to melodiously placate that extra iota of my; vindictive steam,

I wore a robotic map of pragmatic commercialism; when I felt that I was drifting a trifle too much; towards the world of surreally meaningless and lackadaisical nothingness,

I wore an irrefutably unassailable fortress of truth; when I felt that I was blissfully transiting into impeccable childhood; seeking the most mesmerizing of solace in life; in the feet of my divinely mother,

I wore a stupendously grandiloquent entrenchment of breath; when I felt that I was deliberating dwindling towards my morbidly insidious corpse; when I felt as
if I had abnegated all charm to exist,

And I wore an immortal carpet of unconquerable life; when I felt I was falling in sacred love; perpetually entwining every element of my persona with my heavenly beloved; forever and ever and ever.

27. MAN- THE MAKER OF HIS OWN DESTINY

It was perhaps natural if the deserts blamed the flaming Sun for acrimoniously blistering into tumultuous heat; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just relentlessly whirling into a pool of disdainful dust and mirage; all night and brilliant day,

It was perhaps natural if the trees blamed the vengeful hurricanes for devastating their blissful entity into an inconspicuously bedraggled heap; as they were perpetually unable to anything; other than just incessantly embedding their roots deeper and deeper into stony cocoons of lackluster soil,

It was perhaps natural if the crops blamed the torrential floods for wholesomely disorienting them into pools of frigidly soiled banana skins; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just obediently sway in the direction of the  nimble winds,

It was perhaps natural if the frogs blamed the despondent well for perniciously incarcerating them into dungeons of despair; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just loquaciously leaping within the interiors; for countless more births yet to unveil,

It was perhaps natural if the oceans blamed the fleet of ominously advancing ships for profusely adulterating their ravishingly tantalizing waters; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just tirelessly undulating into a fountain of rhapsodically tangy froth,

It was perhaps natural if the roses blamed the abominable gutters for insidiously tarnishing its mystical island of ebullient scent; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just blossom into eternal fragrance with the unfurling of ethereal dawn,

It was perhaps natural if the grass blamed the treacherously trampling juggernaut of trucks for squashing them indiscriminately into graveyards of horrendous death; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just fluttering in unbelievably aristocratic unison; to the commands of the seductively enthralling breeze,

It was perhaps natural if the mountains blamed the brutally freezing snow for making them ludicrously shiver even in the heart of the flamboyantly boisterous day; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just gigantically tower into the handsome gorge of clouds; for boundless more births yet to unveil,

It was perhaps natural if the dungeons blamed the ominous blackness for barbarically asphyxiating them in galleries of unsurpassable doom; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just being timelessly submerged infinite kilometers; beneath the surface of jubilant earth,

It was perhaps natural if the nightingale blamed the ferocious lion for satanically massacring the celestial melody in its fascinating sound; as it was perpetually unable to do anything; other than just beautiful unveil the mesmerizing chords of its throat; to incomprehensible ecstasy,

It was perhaps natural if the photograph blamed euphoric vivaciousness for continuously teasing it to beyond the threshold limits of endurance; as it was
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just stare in patient innocuousness; infinite hours on the trot,

It was perhaps natural if the spider blamed the wildly whirling winds for decimating its web into a pulverized junkyard; as it was perpetually unable to do anything; other than just frantically run and suspend itself nervously from the silken strands,

It was perhaps natural if the honey blamed the lethally venomous snake for salaciously marauding its township of ebullient sweetness; as it was perpetually
unable to do anything; other than just ooze into a enchantingly spell binding harmony; every unveiling instant of the day,

It was perhaps natural if the rainbows blamed the viciously clandestine clouds for snobbishly obfuscating their vibrantly resplendent sparkle; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just vividly sprout up and stringently adhere to the sky; in times of both Sunshine and bountiful rain,

It was perhaps natural if milk blamed stagnatingly dilapidated water for rendering its immaculately salubrious persona into a worthless pool of insipid nothingness; as it was perpetually unable to anything; other than just cascade in synergistic harmony from the sacred teats of Mother cow,

It was perhaps natural if the parrots blamed cages for surreptitiously imprisoning their compassionately uninhibited freedom; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just cheekily chirp in innocently holistic tandem,

It was perhaps natural if the ants blamed the savagely marching elephants for squelching them to countless kilometers beneath their veritably stinking graves; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just harmlessly squirm in collective troops and symbiotically upon cold soil,

It was perhaps natural if the fruits blamed the capricious branches of the tree for hurling them uncouthly towards the apathetic ground at the slightest draught of breeze; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just robustly augmenting in shape and size; as time merrily elapsed by,

But it was unfathomably preposterous if man blamed the Almighty Creator for his unrelenting string of ridiculous failures; for although the Omnipotent Lord
had majestically spawned him with passionately crimson blood and bone; he was himself and irrefutably the maker of his own destiny.

28. TOMORROW NEVER COMES

I will blossom into an island of sparkling newness; diffusing a river of profusely humanitarian empathy,
But only at the crack of marvelously voluptuous dawn; tomorrow.

I will ubiquitously waft a wave of irrefutable righteousness; annihilating every trace of salacious lechery entrapped within my persona,
But only at the first rays of ethereal Sunrise and beauty; tomorrow.

I will diligently assimilate all principles of holistically sagacious life; spawn into an eternal flower of uninhibited mankind,
But only at the primordial unfurling of brilliantly royal morning and cheer; tomorrow.

I will flamboyantly march towards the most bedazzling targets of tranquility; incinerating the candle of humanity in every household besieged with miserably
asphyxiating darkness,
But only at the unraveling of timeless sunshine and rhapsody; tomorrow.

I will exuberantly race towards the ravishingly tantalizing finishing line; wholeheartedly embracing every cloud of philanthropically glittering success,
But only at the unveiling of silken light and heavenly boisterousness; tomorrow.

I will enthusiastically adore every benevolently animate and inanimate entity; with profound empathy in my impeccable soul,
But only at the whispering of scintillating morning and exhilaration; tomorrow.

I will compassionately blaze into a perennial fireball of titillating seduction; magnificently enamoring all nubile maidens of my dreams,
But only at the fulminating of crusading brightness and patriotism; tomorrow.

I will dance with unprecedented euphoria under the blanket of resplendent stars; unequivocally surging forward with my comrades in the voice of unflinching existence,
But only at the commencement of bountifully mystical light and ecstasy; tomorrow.

I will rhetorically encapsulate all fathomless artistry lingering in the spell binding atmosphere; on the vivacious kaleidoscope of my barren canvas,
But only at the evolution of vibrant illumination and enchantment; tomorrow.

I will celestially uplift all those bereaved and gruesomely orphaned children; towards the corridors of gloriously unsurpassable happiness,
But only at the approaching of immaculately white light and poignant newness; tomorrow.

I will wholesomely emancipate from even the most infinitesimal of evil; shrugging every iota of ludicrously pathetic delinquency from my countenance,
But only at the shimmering of optimistic light and romantic fragrance; tomorrow.

I will ebulliently party with all my mates in inscrutably traumatizing pain and withering; blissfully maneuvering them towards the footsteps of Omniscient prosperity,
But only at the very first chirp of the melodious cuckoo and dynamism; tomorrow.

I will flirtatiously wink behind the gorgeously Sun soaked gorges; innocuously reminiscing my most revered moments as a child in the sacrosanct lap of my mother;
But only at the rising of Orange light in the cosmos and torrentially endless life; tomorrow.

I will profusely write countless lines of aristocratically Oligarchic literature; entrenching every bit of fabulously serene beauty of this gigantic Universe,
But only at the unfolding of enthralling scintillation and incredulous transpiration; tomorrow.

I will amicably sequester one and all under my spotless roof; wipe the tears of all those disastrously maimed and sprouting with spurious richness alike,
But only at the radiating of miraculously Omnipotent morning and dewdrops; tomorrow.

I will condone all those who I might previously penalized for inadvertent fallacies of theirs; commence my humble expedition to metamorphose this planet into a perpetual paradise,
But only at the holy shimmering of dazzling light and golden honey; tomorrow.

I will indefatigably pray with all my heart; soul and conscience; for God to bless all those mothers having unfortunately lost their children at war,
But only at the nascent unfurling of vividly astounding brightness and melodious tranquility; tomorrow.

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

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

29. ITS ENTIRELY UPTO YOU

God has given you a perfect pair of arms; passionately circulating with a fountain of poignantly crimson blood; dexterously maneuvering in umpteenth directions; dissipating tons of exuberant energy,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to ruthlessly massacre civilizations; or whether you bequeath an irrefutably immortal cloud of love; with the compassion entrapped within their holistic fists.

God has given you a perfect pair of eyes; blissfully sighting fathomless kilometers of ravishing beauty on the trot; assimilating all mesmerizing beauty of the atmosphere in an infinitesimally single wink,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to salaciously discern solely the diabolical hovering since centuries immemorial; or whether you uninhibitedly cast a spell of their marvelously philanthropic softness; to even the tiniest cranny of this colossal Universe.

God has given you a perfect pair of fingers; articulately flexing to the most unprecedented degrees; miraculously hoisting for you all those ingredients that you desired; to execute the remainder of your lifetime,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to savagely perpetuate into gruesomely exacerbated wounds; or whether you profoundly engrossed them all night and brilliant day; to sketch the unfathomably unending charisma of this
bountiful planet.

God has given you a perfect pair of feet; ebulliently galloping ahead with exhilarated tenacity; to resplendently rejoice in profuse admiration of royally spell binding life,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to mercilessly pulverize the innocuously innocent; or whether you evolve a scintillating pathway of unassailable righteousness; on every step that you harmoniously tread.

God has given you a perfect pair of lips; voluptuously enticing even the most lackluster cloud in the sky; with the insatiably ardent charisma in their rubicund
periphery,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to parasitically suck blood of all those tyrannically divested; or whether you majestically stretch their circumference to affably harbor all religion; caste; creed; color; in whirlpools of ecstatic happiness;  and alike.

God has given you a perfect pair of shoulders; celestially sparkling in the unsurpassably untamed fervor of vibrant life; unflinchingly romancing
through even the most acrimoniously ghastliest of times,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to invidiously carry the ghosts of prejudiced malice towards the land of infinite infinity; or whether you stoop them benevolently to embrace all those insipidly maimed and withering; in perennial winds of mankind.

God has given you a perfect pair of ears; prudently discerning even the most inconspicuous iota of euphoric sound; lingering serenely in the magnanimously princely atmosphere,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to insidiously absorb the voices of horrendously pathetic crime and treacherously gunning bullets; or whether
you beautifully blend them with the synergistically united tunes of existence; for infinite more births yet to unveil.

God has given you a perfect pair of teeth; piquantly slicing through all replenishing fruits of Mother Nature; to most wonderfully placate your ever augmenting gluttony,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to brutally bite the gloriously coalesced fabric of heavenly survival; or whether you immaculately chatter them in rhythmic tunes; to trigger off a festoon of blossoming smiles; on the faces of orphaned children.

And God has given you a perfect pair of nostrils; Omnisciently inhaling fireballs of passionately palpitating existence every unfurling instant; impregnating the body with the ardor to live for centuries unprecedented,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to incessantly expunge ominously abhorrence upon the innocently symbiotic world; or whether you dedicate
and bond every breath of yours; with countless of your harmless kind; in the wave of perpetual solidarity and friendship; alike.

30. ONLY TO PROVE

If you smile only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of smile; then you never smile wholeheartedly; pathetically curbing the compassionately fabulous sparkle; that naturally sprouted on your poignant face,

If you dance only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of dance; then you never dance wholeheartedly; stringently adhering to an intractably dogged repertoire of beats and rhythms; brutally asphyxiating the gloriously free energy radiating
uninhibitedly through each pore of your ecstatic body,

If you fight only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of fight; then you never fight wholeheartedly; stumbling like a pack of frigidly soggy cards in front of the salaciously enemy camp; as you had ludicrously sold all your inherent patriotism; to the textbooks of bizarrely insipid rigidity,

If you sing only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of singing; then you never sing wholeheartedly; indefatigably humming only a fixed set of cadence and music; barbarically incarcerating the stupendously melodious melody in your blissfully boundless throat,

If you wink only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of wink; then you never wink wholeheartedly; trying too hard to get that meticulously monotonous perfect closure of an eye; savagely annihilating the untamed spirit of rhapsodic flirtation in your; mystically spell binding countenance,

If you dress only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of dressing; then you never dress wholeheartedly; always making a mockery of your entire persona; disdainfully suppressing the gorgeously artistic temperament embracing each cranny of your sensuously drifting skin,

If you pray only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of prayer; then you never pray wholeheartedly; profusely enshrouded by an inexplicable dilemma as to worship which entity on this fathomless planet; whereas the Creator resided bountifully in every goodness of your philanthropically benign soul,

If you learn only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of learning; then you never learn wholeheartedly; relentlessly trying to imbibe only what was there in authentically printed textbooks; not listening to the fathomless sounds of Mother Nature; which by themselves evolved into a whole new chapter of euphoric existence,

If you sleep only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of sleep; then you never sleep wholeheartedly; intransigently trying to rehearse the right combination of movement and gruesomely pitch darkness for times immemorial; while all that your dreary senses wanted was motionless and eternal rest,

If you donate only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of donate; then you never donate wholeheartedly; capriciously whiling away your time in capriciously discerning the varied denominations of your wealth; whereas true humanity glistened profoundly in your marvelously egalitarian heart,

If you dream only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of dream; then you never dream wholeheartedly; measuredly fantasizing in a stubborn set of directions; whereas the incomprehensibly unending beauty of the immortal planet lingered around you; to be celestially assimilated,

If you yawn only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of yawn; then you never yawn wholeheartedly; fanatically concentrating upon the degree curvature upto which your mouth opened; disastrously massacring the moment to savor your surreal laziness,

If you teach only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of teaching; then you never teach wholeheartedly; perennially succumbing to the heinous onslaught of the overwhelmingly bored students; as you inexorably chanted the same guidebook; for centuries unprecedented,

If you eat only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of eating; then you never eat wholeheartedly; lunatically ensuring that not the slightest morsel of food got insidiously entrapped between your teeth; whereas your tongue uncontrollably slavered to relish the magical flavor of an unrestricted existence,

If you drive only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of driving; then you never drive wholeheartedly; ridiculously contemplating the explicitly precise distance between the tyre tread and hill; abominably shunning the wonderfully panoramic sceneries of the scintillating gorges ahead,

If you persevere only to spuriously prove the dictionary meaning of persevere; then you never persevere wholeheartedly; incessantly busy in producing countless droplets of painstaking sweat on your shriveled demeanor; whereas true perseverance lay in unflinchingly following the innermost voices of your soul; metamorphosing all your benevolent dreams into an immortal reality,

If you enjoy only to spuriously prove the dictionary meaning of enjoy; then you never enjoy wholeheartedly; always putting baseless hurdles to your gratifying fulfillment; not drowning yourself completely into the river of everlasting ecstasy,

If you admire only to spuriously prove the dictionary meaning of admire; then you never admire wholeheartedly; being irrevocably content on sighting the very first beautiful object that confronted you in your way; whereas as the planet was an astounding kaleidoscope of unbelievably unending color and ravishing charm,

If you breathe only to spuriously prove the dictionary meaning of breathing; then you never breathe wholeheartedly; insanely calculating the tons of air that entered your princely nostrils every minute; whereas the entire atmosphere was willing to become your exuberantly vivacious breath,

And if you live only to spuriously prove the dictionary definition of living; then you never live wholeheartedly; murderously refraining your heart to beat a shade too fast or slow due to the fear of cardiac attacks; whereas the flames of passionately unassailable love lay a begging near your voluptuous chest; to bestow upon you an infinite more divine births.

31. I WAS NOT UPSET THE SLIGHTEST

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world kicked me brutally on my hindside; for ostensibly not the slightest fault of mine,
Infact I harbored insurmountable pride in my eyes; that you profusely loved every element of my impoverished persona; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world satanically lambasted me with swords of bizarre commercialism; ruthlessly ripping apart my art into a countless pieces of infinitesimal ash,
Infact I felt it an irrefutably astronomical honor; that you marvelously enlightened me with your spell binding voice every unfurling minute; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world tyrannically spat upon my hideously exacerbated wounds; stabbed my enchanting existence with austere chains of monotonous manipulation and malice,
Infact I felt perpetually gratified and stupendously contented; that you cast your spell of Omniscient righteousness upon my devastated conscience; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world never could comprehend the sensitive poet in my poignantly crimson veins; heinously snubbed my artistry as threadbare pieces of meaninglessly worthless and insanely languid shit,
Infact I felt the most blessed organism existing on this colossal Universe; as you unassailably embossed my impression upon the royal canvas of your soul; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world used me as a inconsequentially canister for disposing their mountain of spuriously bombastic sweat; ludicrously jeered me to the most unprecedented limits; for the most scintillatingly perfect stride of mine,
Infact I perceived myself to be the richest person breathing and exuberantly alive; as you perennially longed to compassionately caress me with your divinely palms; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world barbarically annihilated even the most tiniest of my rudiments; penalized me more than the cross of Christ; for adulterating their conventionally stringent fabric; with my whirlpools of blissful fantasy,
Infact I encountered bountiful paradise on every step that I alighted; as your celestial fragrance impregnably descended in torrential frenzy down my nape; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world chopped me into an infinite pieces of raw chowder; hung my hide upside down to eternally protect their dwellings stuffed with; capricious ostentation,
Infact I profoundly relished the most invincibly grandiloquent fruits of creation; as you philanthropically stared and admired every hidden attribute of my demeanor; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world acridly abused me for solely following the innermost voices of my heart; thrashed me like an orphaned bundle of frigidly insipid dust to the walls of horrendously diabolical oblivion,
Infact I felt like the most formidably ecstatic force on this Universe; as you wholesomely engulfed me in your unconquerably celestial shadow; immortally
accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine .

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

32. THIS VERY MOMENT, TODAY

Yesterday was a thing of the acrimoniously disheartening past; melting insipidly into wisps of nonchalantly obsolete oblivion,
C’mon let’s march unflinchingly forward with untamed fervor; blaze like the Sun of righteous ebullience; this very moment; today.

Yesterday was a thing of the remorsefully sordid past; treacherously dissolving into horizons of meaningless nothingness,
C’mon let’s embrace the winds of unequivocally philanthropic humanity; coalesce all mankind irrespective of color; creed and religion; in threads of unending compassion; this very moment; today.

Yesterday was a thing of the morbidly disillusioning past; being ruthlessly annihilating by swords of indiscriminately ghastly prejudice,
C’mon let’s bloom into a fountain of resplendently twinkling newness; ubiquitously wafting the scent of eternal mankind on every path that we tread; this very moment; today.

Yesterday was a thing of the devastatingly gruesome past; penalizing you to the most unprecedented of limits; for ostensibly no fault of yours,
C’mon let’s magnanimously sparkle into the flower of blissful togetherness; dedicate a countless lifetimes to the service of despicably impoverished mankind; this very moment; today.

Yesterday was a thing of the dolorously tyrannical past; eventually vanquishing into the graves of desolation; like an infinitesimally wounded mosquito,
C’mon let’s miraculously bequeath a civilization of celestial contentment; upon all those shivering in murderously savage malice; this very moment; today.

Yesterday was a thing of the salaciously turgid past; pathetically dissipating into a lackadaisical mirage of non-existent worthlessness,
C’mon let’s dance ecstatically under the Omnisciently pearly moonlight; to harmoniously deluge all hearts bereaved and desolately disgruntled; with royal jewels of stupendous enthrallment; this very moment; today.

Yesterday was a thing of the acridly abominable past; lugubriously juxtaposing with the penuriously pertinent dungeon of indolent insects,
C’mon let’s unitedly swirl into an inferno of insatiable desire; inevitably allure fathomless orphaned in the magnetism of our unparalleled charisma; this very moment; today.

Yesterday was a thing of the wretchedly sinister past; ultimately being ruthlessly kicked like a howling devil; by every element of the spell binding atmosphere,
C’mon let’s profusely blend ourselves with indispensable elements of amiable mankind; metamorphose all dithering stagnation and agony into a land more bountiful than fabulous paradise; this very moment; today.

And Yesterday was a thing of the brutally shattered past; lecherously destroyed into capricious shells of rotting dilapidation; as the minutes unfurled by,
C’mon let’s intrepidly gallop forward with the full fervor of vivaciously fertile life; procreate countless more of our kind to continue God’s most sacred chapter of existence; evolve an immortal township of love; love and only unassailable love with our very own poignant blood; this very moment; today.

33. LIFE IN THE HEART OF

Life in deserts was sandy,
Life in caves was lonely,
Life in ocean was salty,
Life in stars was resplendent,
Life in car was modern,
Life in mountains was exhilarating,
Life in Sun was brilliant,
Life in forests was mystical,
Life in shadows was enigmatic,
Life in battlefield was belligerent,
Life in pearls was exotic,
Life in office was monotonous,
Life in sky was breezy,
Life in submarine was voluptuous,
Life in trees was mischievous,
Life in roses was fragrant,
Life in grass was intoxicating,
Life in webs was silken,
Life in paradise was divine,
Life in temples was sacrosanct,
Life in gutter was abhorrent,
Life in dirt was deplorable,
Life in rain was seductive,
Life in beehives was vivacious,
Life in wine was sensuous,
Life in computers was brazen,
Life in nests was sequestering,
Life in statues was stationary,
Life in icebergs was freezing,
Life in anthills was irascible,
Life in lakes was placid,
Life in locks was invincible,
Life in photographs was still,
Life in gardens was pleasant,
Life in mousetrap was asphyxiating,
Life in fists was curled,
Life in prison was disdainful,
Life in whirlpool was spinning,
Life in theater was dramatic,
Life in art was enchanting,
Life in boats was undulating,
Life in diamonds was glittering,
Life in moon was milky,
Life in kitchen was appetizing,
Life in beauty was ravishing,
Life in titillation was enticing,
Life in fantasy was stupendous,
Life in mothers lap was blissful,
Life in medicine was healing,
Life in corpse was standstill,
Life in lavatory was pathetic,
Life in seedlings was blossoming,
Life in horseback was gallivanting,
Life in snakeskin was slithering,
Life in oven was sizzling,
Life in greenery was sedative,
Life in rebellion was evoking,
Life in discrimination was appalling,
Life in benevolence was gratifying,
Life in humanity was God,
Life in cheese was tangy,
Life in achievement was exultating,
Life in ambition was propelling,
Life in eyelashes was flirtatious,
Life in palms was dependant,
Life in fashion was bombastic,
Life in recluse was esoteric,
Life in keyhole was inconspicuous,
Life in kites was exuberant,
Life in glass was reflecting,
Life in tea was rejuvenating,
Life in sheep was impeccable,
Life in rocks was jagged,
Life in chains was abominable,
Life in feathers was tickling,
Life in egotism was preposterous,
Life in dawn was brandnew,
Life in dewdrops was mesmerizing,
Life in intrigue was electrifying,
Life in eloquence was mystifying,
Life in clock was pragmatic,
Life in childhood was nostalgic,
Life in robots was mechanical,
Life in fabric was shielding,
Life in soul was stupefying,
Life in roots was entangling,
Life in chains was hedonistic,
Life in bareness was lascivious,
Life in haziness was romantic,
Life in knives was lethal,
Life in chili was piquant,
Life in swings was fascinating,
Life in lechery was insane,
Life in rhythm was celestial,
Life in pulse was frantic,
Life in lies was cowardice,
Life in superstitions was non-existent,
Life in revenge was pugnacious,
But life in the heart of your beloved; was; is; and
will always be love; love and only love.

34. 2 CENTIMETERS OF BRAIN

As much as it could stupendously perceive; it had the power to brutally devastate,

As much as it could magnanimously harbor; it had the power to corrupt the
most sagacious of truth,

As much as it could devotionally dedicate; it had the power to conceive the most unprecedentedly lecherous existing on this planet,

As much as it could intriguingly fantasize; it had the power to parasitically drain out every iota of glorious memory,

As much as it could magically evolve; it had the power to swipe traces of blissful civilization; in lightening fractions of seconds,

As much as it could fantastically tantalize; it had the power to disastrously famish the most invincible; for centuries immemorial,

As much as it could unfathomably grasp; it had the power to diabolically relinquish; within a single wink of an eye,

As much as it could reside in perpetual realms of solitude; it had the power to fulminate more treacherously than infinite volcano’s trapped beneath the earth,

As much as it could disseminate the fragrance of philanthropic mankind; it had the power to diabolically crush the immaculately impeccable in the swirl of its menacing manipulation,

As much as it could majestically accomplish; it had the power to rampantly deteriorate well beneath the rudiments of its roots,

As much as it could formidably heal; it had the power to gruesomely exacerbate the tiniest of wounds; beyond the corridors of infinite infinity,

As much as it could blossom into an island of enchanting paradise; it had the power to insidiously melt; transcending over boundaries of the most obsolete oblivion,

As much as it could divinely meditate; it had the power to indefatigably swim in torrential sea deluged with preposterously ominous sharks,

As much as it could overwhelmingly pacify; it had the power to trigger malicious fireballs of discrimination; in religions bonding as united on this earth,

As much as it could bask in the grandiloquent splendor; it had the power to recede immortally into its grave; even though it was animatedly alive,

As much as it could aristocratically relax; it had the power to tumultuously inundate benevolent goodness; with insane mad,

As much as it could ravishingly romance; it had the power to sow the seeds of despairing betrayal; in every heart it met,

As much as it could unbelievably dream; it had the power to drown in cloudbursts of cacophonic manipulation,

As much as it could unsurpassably exist; it had the power to vanish like pathetic devil; before even the winds could transgress in azure sky,

And as much as I called it my mind; believe me it had the ubiquitous power to be anybody’s 2 centimeters of brain; entrenched well within the skull and shivering
inside.

35. POETRY; POETRY AND ONLY POETRY

Telling me to go to office; spending marathon hours of the day under menacing eyes of my disgustingly manipulative boss,
Was like asking a man to gallop to the absolute pinnacle of Everest; without fingers on his hands; toes on his bohemian feet.

Telling me to go to office; tolerating the spurious mountain of smiles besieging my boss’s face; behind which sprouted the satanic devil,
Was like commanding the crystal blue expanse of brilliantly empty sky; to shower upon torrential cloudbursts of majestically pelting rain.

Telling me to go to office; incorrigibly adhering to each instruction of my boss; which could infact imperil the ambience of the celestially blissful surrounding,
Was like the world’s richest man not getting the object he badly wanted; even as his treasury overflowed with glittering gold and superfluously satanic silk.

Telling me to go to office; bowing down with obeisance infront of the unsurpassable battalion of blood sucking clients who frequented; the abominable interiors day  in and day out,
Was like leaving the most preposterously gigantic fish; in heart of the overwhelmingly sweltering desert.

Telling me to go to office ; singing an incessant fountain of praise for my boss in front of the treacherously conventional society; when infact my beloved fervently awaited my presence; with tears welling in her eyes,
Was like asking a soul wholesomely dead since centuries unprecedented; to bounce with euphoric exhilaration; just like a new-born child.

Telling me to go to office; breathing in monotonous space indefatigably round the clock; when infact my impeccably struggling comrades; desperately wanted my help outside,
Was like placing the most appetizingly succulent meals on this globe before the roaring lion; when ironically he didn’t posses a single tooth in his colossal mouth.

Telling me to go to office; yes-bossing my hideously uncouth seniors; as they kicked me relentlessly on my hindside; for apparently no fault of mine,
Was like expecting a garden of mesmerizing roses to blossom on cold blooded chains of bare rock; without a droplet of rock; without a chunk of fertile soil.

Telling me to go to office; cuddling my boss’s pertinently pampered son; amiably caressing the festoon of glorious jewels on his snobbish persona; as if he was my
own blood,
Was like asking the belligerent martyr to shoot an arrow in the birds eye; without a bow in his fingers; a robust thumb on his palms.

Telling me to go to office; lick the already glowing paths with my tongue; so that the most infinitesimal speck of dirt didn’t stick to my boss’s designer class shoes,
Was like asking the flamboyantly flaming Sun; to deluge every corner of this planet; with a blanket of morbidly deplorable darkness.

So it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; to make me quit horrendous office forever; relinquish its corridors of insatiable greed and malice till the time I lived,
Keep writing; evolving, fantasizing; breathing; eating; sleeping; dying and taking an infinite more births; for just poetry; poetry and just poetry.

36. WHAT USE WAS IT ? – PART 2

You might be having the most powerful arms on this Universe; harboring Herculean strength in their formidable biceps,
But what use were they when you utilized them to indiscriminately trample the innocent; instead of defending your fellow comrades withering towards the
tenterhooks of absolutely despicable extinction ?

You might be having the most mesmerizing eyes in this Universe; majestically shimmering under profuselygolden rays of the Sun,
But what use were they when you utilized them to sight and blend with the evil; instead of helping innocent beings when hell rained down severely upon their
spotless countenance ?

You might be having the most magnificent smiles on this Universe; blossoming into a festoon of stupendous grandiloquence; as the moon cast its resplendence on mundane mud,
But what use were they when you utilized them to appease the hideously manipulative; instead of embracing orphaned children; trembling without their
parents and benevolent mankind ?

You might be having the most robust complexioned palms in this Universe; impregnated with a myriad of destiny lines which were veritably unconquerable from all sides,
But what use were they when you utilized them to behead immaculate scalps like frigid matchsticks; instead of wiping of the tears from all those mothers; completely shattered and devastated in life ?

You might be having the most talented brain in this Universe; astoundingly remembering even the first alphabet you spoke at birth; even while you about to
relinquish your last breath,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to evolve weapons of deadly destruction; instead of metamorphosing God’s planet once again; into a splendid paradise ?

You might be having the most spell binding voice on this Universe; engendering boundless heads to rivet towards you; the instant you unveiled your mouth,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to uncouthly abuse the old and depriving; instead of soothing the trauma in bereaved hearts with the ingratiating melody in your sound ?

You might be having the most mystical shadow in this Universe; fluttering like the heavens at the onset of charismatically seductive twilight,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to stealthily creep and strangulate your impeccably sleeping mates; instead of profoundly enlightening the lives of those brutally drugged with monotonous malice ?

You might be having the most tenacious conscience on this Universe; absorbing even the unfathomably sinister in your obdurately resilient swirl,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to disseminate tornado’s of ungainly guilt; instead of guiding the despairing world outside towards optimistic light ?

And you might be having the most passionate heart on this Universe; throbbing more ardently than the brilliantly flaming Sun,
But what use was it; when you utilized it satanically to assassinate celestially divine relationships; instead of bonding people of different tribes all across the fathomless continent; with threads of immortal love.?

37. NO RETIREMENT.

You can disdainfully retire a man from his job; but not from his eternal work of creating spell bindingly effulgent newness; on even the most inconspicuous step that he tread,

You can treacherously retire a man from his job; but not from his fathomless festoon of fantasies; which reigned supreme in every cranny of his brain; an infinite centuries even after veritable death,

You can unceremoniously retire a man from his job; but not from his perennial desire to embrace every sensuously enthralling entity on this Universe; discovering his ultimate sublimation in his companion’s compassionate breath,

You can tawdrily retire a man from his job; but not from his unceasing longing to royally replenish every ounce of his body; with the most blissfully fructifying fruits of nature’s creation,

You can parasitically retire a man from his job; but not from his indefatigable yearning to mate with his eternally majestic beloved; witness his seeds spawn
into the most indomitably resplendent fields of an optimistic tomorrow,

You can diabolically retire a man from his job; but not from his most quintessentially ardent instinct; to jubilantly survive amidst a pack of sadistically howling wolves,

You can preposterously retire a man from his job; but not from his uncanny ability to magnetize countless audiences; with his unbelievably enigmatic persona and mellifluously triumphant voice,

You can cynically retire a man from his job; but not from his untamed spirit of timelessly burgeoning adventure; the fervently tantalizing goose-bumps of mystery that cropped up on his skin,

You can horrifically retire a man from his job; but not from his philanthropically synergistic bonding with the boundless planet outside; his unconquerable
melanging with every echelon of inimitably priceless humanity,

You can ignominiously retire a man from his job; but not from the infinite passions that he harbored; towards every evanescent ray of the Sun; towards every beautifully redolent particle of the atmosphere,

You can salaciously retire a man from his job; but not from his irrefutably fearless steps marching towards; the victory of peerlessly unshakable truth over the wantonly terrorizing devil,

You can insouciantly retire a man from his job; but not from his poignant desire to procreate a countless more of his own holistic kind; registering his very best effort at continuing the chapters of Universal existence,

You can tyrannically retire a man from his job; but not from his pricelessly artistic embodiments; all those amorphously inane shapes and forms to which he’d added undefeated color; with his very own blessed palms,

You can unsavorily retire a man from his job; but not from his endless penchant to attain newer and newer heights; in whatever was most emolliently appeasing to his soul,

You can foolhardily retire a man from his job; but not from his astoundingly unflinching memory; his power to perpetually imbibe even the most ethereal trace of goodness suspended profusely in the atmosphere,

You can irascibly retire a man from his job; but not from his unendingly righteous perseverance; the unassailably golden sweat that dribbled from his arms; whilst he galloped forward to make this estranged world; once again a better place to live,

You can ruthlessly retire a man from his job; but not from his entrenchment of interminably ameliorating peace; the divinely contentment that naturally flowed
through even the most obsolete of his veins,

You can demonically retire a man from his job; but not from his everlasting yearning to breathe; victoriously inhale an impregnably celestial meadow of breath; each  time his lungs dismally shrunk inside his chest,

And You can baselessly retire a man from his job; but not from his inborn ability to fall in love at any stage of his life; immortally bonding each of beat of his heart with the person he adored; the Omnipotent beloved who granted him an infinite
more lives and lifetimes.

38. WHO THE HELL EVER SAID; THAT SWEAT STINKS?

It was the most irrefutably truthful essence of your persona; the most blissfully honest fructification of your majestic soul,

It was a stream of indefatigably golden brilliance; that celestially dribbled down the skin of the richest and poorest on this fathomless planet; symbiotically alike,

It was the ultimate scent of your unconquerable righteousness; a royal cascade of iridescent tranquility; that mollified even the most traumatically frazzled of nerves,

It was the most fantastically tantalizing sensation on your skin; a feeling that transcended you beyond the meadows of paradise; as it uninhibitedly gushed from head to toe of your body; in unabashedly electric fervor,

Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was preposterously clumsy; Sweat was a worthlessly obnoxious piece of shit; Sweat was lividly repulsive; O! yes; who the
hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”.

(1).

It was the most invisible fabric of every pore of your delectable skin; yet the most insuperably replenishing; naturally air-conditioning every of your acrimoniously agitated senses; under the ferociously blistering rays of mid-day Sun,

It was the most irretrievably sure source of your vitality; fearlessly proclaiming your inner temerity and conviction to the planet outside; at every rapidly ticking hour of the day,

It was the most holistic thing that could have ever happened to your body; in perfect symbiosis with the magically ameliorating environment and at the same time distinguishing you to be an infinite shades lesser than the Lord Almighty,

It was an emotionally fired rivulet that carried all your tensions and inexplicably motley emotions; to be eventually evaporated into the firmament of the atmosphere,

Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was tyrannically incarcerating; Sweat was a fecklessly asphyxiating; Sweat was abysmally smelly; O! yes; who the hell ever
said that “Sweat Stinks”.

(2).

It was a perennial river of compassionate brotherhood; that trickled in ever-pervading unison from the chest of every living entity on this boundless earth; unhindered and alike,

It was the most handsomely enamoring spectacle to sight; as it glistened more spectacularly than ever; under the very first rays of amber dawn and the very
last rays of impeccably milky moonlight,

It was the most mute vibration on the human body; yet conveying a boundlessly unbridled civilization of emotions and feelings; like the wail of a freshly born child,

It was more mischievously tangy than the most tangiest of salt; drifting you towards an unsurpassable tunnel of profound mysticism; as you traced each of its stream with your delicate fingers; till the very end,

Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was ignominiously slavish; Sweat was amorphously licentious; Sweat was diminishingly foolish; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”.

(3).

It was the most enchantingly transparent liquid that your body could ever exude; from which reflected the very true persevering spirit of your blessed existence,

It was the most inimitably priceless garland of silken pearls; as its globules naturally swelled in size to irrevocably cling to every aroused pore of your; uncontrollably exhilarated body,

It was more indispensable than your breath; heartbeat and soul; as in its absence you felt a tornado of haplessly disparaging frustration; boil to the tumultuous limits inside your lifelessly livid skin,

It was the most immortal of all substances tangible or intangible; as a singleton droplet of it in soil; sowed the seeds of tirelessly fragrant effort; embracing every echelon and dimension of invincible humanity,

Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was diabolically tawdry; Sweat was abnormally anomalous; Sweat was disgustingly unholy; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”.

39. FRESH BIRTH.

Almost every person on this fathomlessly enchanting earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; inimitably venerated mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unconquerably stared into the whites of my impoverished eyes; giving my unfinished optimism; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this boundlessly spell binding earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; impregnably divine mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first interlocked her magical fingers with mine; giving my
flagrantly unfinished conviction; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this magnetically jubilant earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; celestially sacred mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first ardently kissed me on the contours of my destitute
lips; giving my haplessly unfinished sensuality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this unlimitedly emollient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; bountifully Godly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unrestrictedly surrendered her chastity to me; giving
my hopelessly unfinished fertility; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this unbelievably ecstatic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; innocuously Omnipotent mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first rescued me from the mortuaries of suicide; giving my
treacherously unfinished desires; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this unabashedly ebullient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; spell-bindingly Omniscient mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first sensuously traced her tantalizing fingers through
every bone of my spine; giving my brutally unfinished vitality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this ubiquitously blessing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; triumphantly unflinching mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first embraced me in her insuperably mitigating grip; giving
my despairingly unfinished footsteps; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this timelessly endowing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; Omnipresently vibrant mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first astoundingly sketched my nimbly shrunken form; giving my unsparingly unfinished identity; fresh birth; for an infinite more my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this limitlessly enthralling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; unshakably faithful mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first blown her fierily immortal breath on my cheeks; giving my lividly unfinished deliriousness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this interminably majestic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; blessedly unparalleled mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first mischievously cavorted with me through sparkling ponds of rain; giving my egregiously unfinished monotony; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this beautifully bounteous earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; indomitably Godly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uttered my name from her unfettered tongue; giving my pathetically unfinished integrity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this inscrutably tingling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perpetually altruistic mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first inseparably mated with me; giving my treacherously
unfinished manhood; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this poignantly candid earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; incomparably benign mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first proposed me as her ultimate lifepartner; giving my
unbearably unfinished hysteria; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this eclectically egalitarian earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perennially towering mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first cast her venerated shadow upon mine; giving my
insouciantly unfinished stride; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this gigantically blessed earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; enchantingly ameliorating mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uncontrollably tickled me with her big toe; giving my
deplorably unfinished ashes of intensity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this unsurpassably undying earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; beautifully unadulterated mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first signed her every impression upon my blood; giving my indescribably unfinished cowardliness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this incredulously vivacious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; wonderfully unprejudiced mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first made me sleep in her selflessly humanitarian lap; giving my indiscriminately unfinished restlessness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this untiringly victorious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; undefeatedly queenly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first placed her miraculously emancipating palms on my
frazzled head; giving my ruthlessly unfinished frustrations; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

And almost every person on this amazingly proliferating earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; unshakably royal mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first bonded every beat of her heart with mine; giving my
cursedly unfinished love; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

40. BUT ATLEAST LOVE ME WHEN I’M ALIVE

I really wouldn’t mind it even an infinitesimal trifle; if you salaciously chose to and forever buried my body an infinite feet beneath the surface of tawdrily fetid earth; after my breath had died and my wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an inconspicuous trifle; if you barbarously chose to and forever kept my body in the cold-bloodedly heartless freezer; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an insouciant trifle; if you mercilessly chose to and forever kept my body on the treacherously vulture laden terrace; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a diminutive trifle; if satanically chose to and forever kept chopping my body into a countless pieces of nothingness; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an ethereal trifle; if you diabolically chose to and forever burnt my body on the most vindictively smoldering embers of iron; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an evanescent trifle; if you demonically chose to and forever cemented my body into the asphyxiatingly penurious hollows of the
wall; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a teeny trifle; if you sadistically chose to and forever trampled my body with your uncouthly bohemian shoe; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a mercurial trifle; if you intolerably chose to and forever kept submerging my body into the most violently blistering of acid; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a fugitive trifle; if you venomously chose to and forever bombarded my body with the most ruthlessly excoriating of bombs; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a vespered trifle; if you sinfully chose to and forever fed my body to the most pugnaciously stinking of pigs; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an obfuscated trifle; if you ominously chose to and forever spat on my body the most ignominiously ludicrous of your spit; after
my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a teeny trifle; if you tyrannically chose to and forever crushed my body under the most atrociously rampaging bulldozer; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a transient trifle; if you hedonistically chose to and forever kept my body pathetically strangulated in the most wretchedly preposterous of coffin; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an oblivious trifle; if you forlornly chose to and forever stitched every pore of my body with the most horrendously bellicose of thread; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a flickering trifle; if you wickedly chose to and forever plundered my body with an infinite blood-curling nails; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a truncated trifle; if you dementedly chose to and forever dissected every minute cranny of my body to tingle your perverted
senses; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a cloistered trifle; if you viciously chose to and forever suspended my body ridiculously upside down from the scorpion studded ceiling; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a pallid trifle; if you horrifically chose to and forever tossed my body to the unsurpassably emaciated sharks; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a non-existent trifle; if you deliriously chose to and forever ate every bone from the skeleton of my body for nocturnal supper; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an invisible trifle; if you criminally chose to and forever kept my body in a region of haplessly disoriented vacuum; where there existed no land or holistic space; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

O! Yes; I really wouldn’t mind it even a quavering trifle; if you unforgivably chose and forever did whatever you wanted with every part of my body after my breath had died and wholesome death; whether you torturously crucified me in ghastly hell or stabbed me an infinite times; an infinite kilometers even beyond its amorphous realms,

But atleast love me when I’m alive.

41. TILL THE TIME YOU WERE MAGNIFICENTLY ALIVE

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely threadbare and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this fathomless Universe;
were the sermons of truthfulness that you selflessly disseminated; till the time you were holistically alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely balderdash and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this boundless Universe; were the rays of righteously unparalleled optimism that you ignited on every step that you tread; till the time you were symbiotically alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely nonsensical and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this incomprehensible Universe; were the pathways of egalitarian justice that you insuperably ensured; till the time you were blissfully alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely salacious and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this limitless Universe; was the celestial instinct to live and let live that you ubiquitously preached; till the time you were unabashedly alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely rubbish and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this gregarious Universe; were the seeds of majestically virile proliferation that you sowed; till the time you were unassailably alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely evanescent and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unceasing Universe; was the bond of philanthropically compassionate friendship that you interminably spread; till the time you were royally alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely lugubrious and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this spell binding Universe; were the hymns of mellifluously emancipating piousness that you sing; till the time you were bounteously alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely morbid and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this triumphant Universe; was the tirelessly augmenting empathy in your eyes for every caste; creed; fraternity of living; till the time you were vivaciously alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely decrepit and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this astounding Universe; were the pathways of unflinchingly fearless humanity that you pave; till the time you were redolently alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely foolhardy and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this heavenly Universe; was the magic of benign togetherness that you invincibly hissed; till the time you were unconquerably alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely crippling and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unfettered Universe; were those indomitably subliming smiles from your lips in good times and bad; till the time you were beautifully alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely debasing and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this gigantic Universe; were those swords of impregnable truth that you used to assassinate the ruthlessly blasphemous devil; till the time you were jubilantly alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely pulverizing and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unfathomable
Universe; were those enamoring words/symbols/drawings of immortal love that you’d so inimitably sketched; till the time you were undefeatedly alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely feckless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this spectacular Universe; were those pearls of priceless enlightenment that you’d bestowed upon countless haplessly deprived; till the time you were indisputably alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite was entirely baseless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this resplendent Universe; was the mirror of divine righteousness that reflected from even the most obfuscated cranny of your shadow; till the time you were fantastically alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely useless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unending Universe; was the foundation of fragrantly undying perseverance that you built; till the time you were handsomely alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely tawdry and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this everlasting Universe; was that you timelessly followed the innermost tunes of your heart for the betterment of all mankind; till the time you were iridescently alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely hopeless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this mesmerizing Universe; was the innumerable orphans that you serenaded and accepted as a quintessential ingredient of your very own family; till the time you were poignantly alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely purposeless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this ever-pervading
Universe; were the countless hearts which you endlessly united in the threads of Immortally Omnipresent love; till the time you were magnificently alive.

42. LIVING.

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the unbelievably voluptuous clouds; sensuously replied; that they were extremely busy pelting majestically unfettered globules of golden rain,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the beautifully foliated trees; brazenly replied; that they were extremely busy producing astoundingly reinvigorating currents of vivid breeze,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the uninhibitedly glorious ocean; tangily replied; that it was extremely busy culminating into an endless wave of unabashedly mischievous froth,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the inimitably scarlet roses; celestially replied; that they were extremely busy disseminating vibrantly stupefying fragrance; to far; and fathomless wide,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the eternally resplendent forests; enigmatically replied; that they were extremely busy in triggering untamed cloudbursts of newness and unhindered enthrallment; all throughout the day and poignantly star-studded night,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the unflinchingly indomitable epitomes; fearlessly replied; that they were extremely busy in sequestering every fraternity of living kind from even the most evanescent onslaught of the diabolically squelching devil,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the unconquerably virile soil; peerlessly replied; that it was extremely busy proliferating into boundless civilizations of miraculous newness; every unfurling instant that the Universe ticked,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the seductively emollient meadow; blissfully replied; that it was extremely busy blossoming into a heaven of ubiquitously panoramic dewdrops,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the incessantly chattering bumble bee; vivaciously replied; that it was extremely busy in profusely inundating each recess of its hive; with spectacularly priceless honey,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the blazingly Omnipresent Sun; blisteringly replied; that it was extremely busy in permeating the rays of unassailable optimism; to even the most remorsefully obfuscated arena of this everlasting earth,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the jubilantly enamoring waterfall; effulgently replied; that it was extremely busy in serenading the frazzled nerves of countless; with the perpetually liberating cascade of its kingly water,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the victoriously unceasing sky; aristocratically replied; that it was extremely busy harnessing and protecting every element of symbiotic goodwill; upon this handsomely emphatic Universe,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the iridescently shimmering Moon; beamingly replied; that it was extremely busy in metamorphosing every ounce of the sordidly crucifying night; into a sea of triumphantly unscathed and enchanting milk,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the ecstatically eclectic desert; aridly replied; that it was extremely busy in timelessly evolving into the most gorgeously unstoppable whirlpools of magically silken dust,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the insuperably charming mountains; undauntedly replied; that they were extremely busy in generating waves of invincible compassion to perennially envelop every shivering organism alive; in their wholeheartedly friendly belly,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the amazingly dexterous rainbow; magnetically replied; that it was extremely busy in igniting that indispensably missing spark of life; even in the most unsurpassably sweltering of daylight,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the incredulously multiplying atmosphere; intrepidly replied; that it was extremely busy in becoming that inevitably quintessential puff of breath; that an infinite million organisms so desperately needed to exist; every unveiling instant of destined life,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the blessedly rejuvenating stars; unanimously replied; that they were extremely busy in perpetuating even the most invisible bit of nocturnal blackness; with undying figments of sacred hope,

And when humbly interrogated as to what was I doing; I instantaneously and without the slightest of thought; rumination; or further investigation replied to
whosoever who ever dared to ask me; that I was simply living.

43. FIRST – PART 2

All of us on this fathomlessly enchanting Universe; might be of wholesomely and unimaginably different; colors. But that’s really insignificant and comes NEXT.

All of us on this bountifully brilliant Universe; might be of wholesomely and spell-bindingly different; heights. But that’s really nonsensical and comes NEXT.

All of us on this fantastically eclectic Universe; might be of wholesomely and astoundingly different; physiques. But that’s really inconspicuous and comes NEXT.

All of us on this boundlessly resplendent Universe; might be of wholesomely and unsurpassably different; strengths. But that’s foolhardy and comes NEXT.

All of us on this gregariously proliferating Universe; might be of wholesomely and incredibly different; philosophies. But that’s really worthless and comes NEXT.

All of us on this beautifully embellished Universe; might be of wholesomely and entirely different; castes. But that’s really meaningless and comes NEXT.

All of us on this handsomely unbridled Universe; might be of wholesomely and indescribably different; urges. But that’s really insouciant and comes NEXT.

All of us on this poignantly fructifying Universe; might be of wholesomely and implausibly different; dialects. But that’s really unthinkable and comes NEXT.

All of us on this endlessly mesmerizing Universe; might be of wholesomely and incomprehensibly different; fortunes. But that’s really preposterous and comes NEXT.

All of us on this timelessly embracing Universe; might be of wholesomely and irretrievably different; psyches. But that’s really livid and comes NEXT.

All of us on this stupendously enthralling Universe; might be of wholesomely and inconceivably different; feelings. But that’s really non-existent and comes NEXT.

All of us on this redolently blessed Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexpressibly different; skins. But that’s really ethereal and comes NEXT.

All of us on this miraculously alleviating Universe; might be of wholesomely and irrevocably different; tribes. But that’s really disappearing and comes NEXT.

All of us on this perennially royal Universe; might be of wholesomely and unutterably different; signatures. But that’s really feckless and comes NEXT.

All of us on this majestically untainted Universe; might be of wholesomely and incommunicably different; weights. But that’s really purposeless and comes NEXT.

All of us on this triumphantly mellifluous Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexplicably different; premonitions. But that’s really oblivious and comes NEXT.

All of us on this Omnisciently bestowing Universe; might be of wholesomely and perplexingly different; brains. But that’s really transient and comes NEXT.

All of us on this magically healing Universe; might be of wholesomely and unfathomably different; dreams. But that’s really fleeting and comes NEXT.

All of us on this magnetically multiplying Universe; might be of wholesomely and unceasingly different; nationalities. But that’s really subjugated and comes NEXT.

But all of us on this eternally egalitarian Universe; have been; are and will forever and ever and ever; symbiotically continue to be God’s most pricelessly unconquerable “HUMANS/LIVING BEINGS”. Now that’s really and irrefutably immortal and comes “ FIRST ”.

44. YOU JUST PERPETUALLY CONTINUE

Victory or Defeat are merely and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to fearlessly march forward; on the path of eternally spell-binding righteousness,

Victory or Defeat are inconspicuous and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue in your mission to metamorphose every bit of arid stagnation on this planet; into a valley of enchantingly fructifying green,

Victory or Defeat are immaterial and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to disseminate the essence of insuperably redolent peace; on every conceivable path you dared tread,

Victory or Defeat are insouciant and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to tirelessly sermonize the mantras of unassailably pristine humanity; to every tangible cranny of the planet and even beyond,

Victory or Defeat are infinitesimal and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to embrace organisms of every caste; creed; color; religion and tribe; as compassionately as one of your invincible kin,

Victory or Defeat are inconsequential and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to behead even the most non-existent trace of the vituperative devil; with your sword of unconquerable truth,

Victory or Defeat are fugitive and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to reign supreme as the ultimate harbinger of blissfully peerless humanity,

Victory or Defeat are ephemeral and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to soar high and handsome in the skies of heavenly fantasy with each of your holistically breathing mates; and with Lord as your ultimate savior,

Victory or Defeat are unimportant and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to unabashedly continue the chapters of venerated proliferation; using every ounce of indomitable virility trapped in your royal stride,

Victory or Defeat are transient and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to sleep in the lap of your Omnipotent mother; although the entire Universe outside spat and indefatigably ridiculed at your childish hide,

Victory or Defeat are inveterate and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to evolve into a fountain of everlastingly synergistic goodness; although all that showered around you was nothing else but the truculently victimizing devil’s rain,

Victory or Defeat are penurious and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to optimistically enliven even the most infidel iota of brutally ignominious monotony; with your philanthropic smiles,

Victory or Defeat are preposterous and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to be the triumphantly guiding beacon; for every drearily
lambasted traveler; in the throes of the ghastly midnight,

Victory or Defeat are secondary and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to bring an unflinchingly blazing renaissance in every perversely subjugated sphere of life; timelessly ensuring that every echelon of living kind; forever and ever and ever liberated into the gloriously free skies,

Victory or Defeat are intermittent and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to be the sole magician in every haplessly devastated orphans soul and ecstatically ameliorating his disastrously empty life,

Victory or Defeat are feckless and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to altruistically render even the most oblivious cranny of your mind; body and soul; to the unshakable service of your celestially blessed motherland,

Victory or Defeat are evaporating and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to become the sight of all those who were hopelessly blind; undyingly drifting them towards a freshly blazing Sun of hope,

Victory or Defeat are absconding and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to sow the seeds of divinely truth; on every vindictively barren patch of soil on this fathomless planet,

Victory or Defeat are inexplicable and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to garland the ideals of simplicity; and make them an integral element of your conscience; breath; soul and life,

Victory or Defeat are ethereal and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to fight for the cause of egalitarian justice; with bounteous non-violence as the only weapon of your nimbly prostrating shadow,

And Victory or Defeat are evanescent and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to immortally throb for the winds of selfless love; and
thereby let each impregnable beat of your heart; forever bond with every bit of panoramic goodness on this unshakably captivating earth.

45. WITH EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART

Not even the most voluptuously sensuous of clouds; surreally wandering till eternity in fathomless cosmotic space; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most tantalizingly nubile of dewdrops; profoundly shimmering in nocturnal moonlight like the ultimate queen’s garland of exotic pearls; had the
slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most invincibly Herculean mountaintops; unflinchingly towering towards the heavens in the face of the mightiest of attack; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most royally undulating seas; timelessly blessing the pristine shores with gloriously unassailable froth; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most perennially overflowing of treasuries; from which rained solely a torrentially unstoppable cascade of mystically resplendent silver and gold; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most mellifluously rejuvenating of nightingales; perpetuating the unlimitedly dreary atmosphere with miraculously ameliorating sounds; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most boundlessly burgeoning of skies; celestially reflecting an ocean of bounteously virile crystalline blue; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most vivaciously cascading droplets of rain; metamorphosing every tawdrily sinister patch of aridness on earth into a paradise of mesmerizing beauty; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most ubiquitously silken strands of the inscrutable spider’s web; aristocratically glimmering in opulently milky moonlight; had the slightest of
inspiration,

Not even the most amazingly vivid of rainbows; filtering fresh rays of optimism and hope in the forlornly dreary sky; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most redolently proliferating of soil; the magical virility which unfathomably multiplied in lightening seconds of time; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most beautifully poignant of roses; synergistically radiating their handsomely scarlet personality to every conceivable cranny of this boundless Universe; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most triumphantly blazing of Sunshine; blistering a path of irrefutably fearless righteousness in the most bashful face of blemishing defeat; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most victoriously iridescent of moonlight; unceasingly enlightening the sordidly hedonistic fabric of the wretchedly incarcerating night; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most effulgently undefeated of blood; indefatigably diffusing the spirit of intrepidly exhilarating camaraderie; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most boundlessly unfettered of deserts; the flamingly impregnable expanse of poignant golden granules; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most tranquilly bewitching of shadows; the uncannily titillating tinge of timeless mystery that they incessantly emanated; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most fierily magnetic of breath; the endlessly insuperable cavern of seduction that it ignited in every tangible and intangible open space which it wholesomely enshrouded; had the slightest of inspiration,

Whilst with every beat of my heart; there unlimitedly triggered unconquerably sparkling fantasy in even the most obsolete dormitory of my brain; and I inevitably and inspiringly wrote an infinite lines of Immortal Love Poetry; till even beyond the definitions of veritably ultimate and hopelessly silencing death.

46. LIMITLESSLY MAGICAL SPICE

In every sensuously enamoring woman that I philandered with; timelessly flirting and cavorting behind the freshly rain soaked hills of paradise,

In every beautifully intrepid lane that I traversed through; leading every uncontrollably exultating pore of my body; into an unceasing gorge of interminably burgeoning adventure,

In every salubriously scintillating meal that I rapaciously devoured; to celestially mollify the haplessly disgruntling pangs of hunger; shooting like thunderbolts of lightening in my emaciated intestines,

In every jubilantly effulgent droplet of dew that I held in my outstretched palms; profoundly reinvigorating each of my haplessly impoverished senses; with the profuse bewilderment of bewitching mother nature,

In every conceivable open patch of sky that I sighted with my naked eye; as the Sun unrelentingly sizzled a handsomely inimitable golden,

In every sip of bounteously crystalline water that I poignantly sipped; letting the quintessential liquid uninhibitedly soothe every treacherously mangled chord
of my discordant throat,

In every living being that I wholeheartedly embraced in my walk towards eternally fructifying success; by the grace of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,

In every tangible and intangibly rhapsodic tune that drifted into my obliviously trembling eardrums; alleviating me of all my misery and inexplicably asphyxiating pain,

In every blade of grass that I endlessly frolicked with; unabashedly tossing and turning; under the mischievously twinkling carpet of pristine stars,

In every triumphantly ecstatic mirror that I sighted my reflection; candidly unraveling each bit of goodness and inevitable badness in my life; like the cry of an impeccably newborn child,

In every robustly fascinating fruit that I plucked from the gargantuan tree; whose unbelievably ubiquitous juice I relished; till times beyond infinite infinity,

In every frostily undulating sea that I indefatigably swam; of course inevitably and in the end; miserably floundering to kiss the boundless opposite end; with my  singular hands and feet,
In every barren sheet of innocuous paper that I inundated with my writings; not preferring the slightest to leave even a singleton speck of open space; between the lines I perpetually embossed,

In every bit of rustically chocolate brown soil that I ploughed; to sow the seeds of fantastically divine virility; and upon which I made my royal bed every iridescently beaming night,

In every piece of quintessentially Spartan cloth that clung to the contours of my nimble body; unflinchingly sequestering me all night and day; from the acrimoniously intolerable heat; inconsolably unbearable cold; storm and rain,

In every aristocratically painted brick that I used in the foundation of my compassionately comforting dwelling; that bore my weight fearlessly; against the mightiest of mayhem and vindictive maelstrom,

In every spell-bindingly pungent fantasy that my ignited brain perceived; which was infact my sole and the most ardent source of blissfully leading each destined moment of my priceless life,

In every heartily exuberant slap of wind that embraced me uncalled; tirelessly engendering me to romanticize in a land more bountifully replete than; victoriously blossoming paradise,

In every passionately fiery kiss that I indulged into; making me feel the most extraordinarily virile and unassailable organism; on the trajectory of this fathomlessly resurgent Universe,

If not anything; and I really really don’t care even an ethereal trifle; but I definitely; and at even a cost greater than every of my perennially rejuvenating breath; wanted spice; spice and limitlessly magical spice.

47. TOMORROW- THE MOST PERPETUALLY TRUE CHAMPION

“Yesterday”; was bizarrely pessimistic; morosely lingering into the treacherously inexplicable past; for no ostensible rhyme or reason,

“Today”; is stringently pragmatic; reminding you of your definitive set of responsibilities; towards your kin and every harmoniously spell-binding echelon of mankind,

“Just now”; is stupendously exhilarating; with the unstoppably inevitable whirlwinds of action; celestially unfurling right infront of your eyes,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most indomitably optimistic of them all; with invincible horizons of hope; charting undyingly brand new pathways of unfettered success; on every step that you would ever dare to undertake.

1.

“Yesterday”; was threadbarely pessimistic; fretfully reminiscing into the sinfully dolorous past; which was of the most unsurpassably nonsensical value to every
living being holistically alive,

“Today” is astutely pragmatic; triggering every tangible and intangible pore of your skin; to tirelessly fight for survival of the robustly fittest,

“Just Now” is innovatively exhilarating; with the panoramically untainted valleys of adventure; profoundly romanticizing with the intrepidly vivacious whites of your eye,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most brilliantly optimistic of them all; with a whole new uninhibited civilization of ardent hope;
knocking victoriously upon every impoverished rib of your chest.

2.

“Yesterday” was deliriously pessimistic; maniacally clinching to the morbidly incarcerating past; which had already disappeared like the lame dogs tail; into
the sadistically sinful corpses of oblivion,

“Today” is irrefutably pragmatic; perpetuating you to solely walk forward; into the quintessential routines of the world; and as straight as the blazingly fiery
rays of the Sun,

“Just Now” is fearlessly exhilarating; wherein even the most magnetic bolts of thunder from the sky; cascaded at your weary feet; before you emanate your very  next breath,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most unassailably optimistic of them all; when every fresh ray of rhapsodically triumphant dawn;
reinvigorates life into even the most hopelessly motionless and dead.

3.

“Yesterday” was diabolically pessimistic; forlornly brooding into the past; and letting its lugubrious jinx; insouciantly dull even the most ecstatically jubilant of your nerves,

“Today” is unconquerably pragmatic; confronting even the most ghastliest of situation; with the boundless valor of a poignantly unabashed warrior,

“Just Now” is amazingly exhilarating; when the winds of instantaneous romance and timelessly unbridled fantasy; swept you of your resplendent feet; like a majestically Omnipotent prince,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most undefeatedly optimistic of them all; wherein your every philanthropically humble desire; has an insuperable chance of metamorphosing into Omnipresent reality.

4.

“Yesterday” was hopelessly pessimistic; wantonly burrowing into the maiming past; and wholesomely allowing the most intolerably hedonistic spasms of negativity; to rule supreme in every pore of your lambasted form,

“Today” is beautifully pragmatic; giving you no option whatsoever of wailing over your battered destiny; as each stroke of oncoming wind; vociferously commands you to symbiotically acclimatize to the current moment,

“Just Now” is compassionately exhilarating; as you immediately witness all the burgeoning virile and truculently bad; unfurling right infront of your eyes;
and happening handsomely live on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most sparklingly optimistic of them all; as the chapters of everlastingly proliferating life royally
replace the coffins of inevitably gory and lackadaisical death

48. SLEEP

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost dormitories of your brain to think of nothing else but; disdainfully decrepit and
treacherously sluggish; laziness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost caverns of your brain to think of nothing else but; impotently tormented and ignominiously lecherous; dormancy.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost shelves of your brain to think of nothing else but; hopelessly extinguishing and inexplicably blackened; oblivion.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost hollows of your brain to think of nothing else but; nonchalantly embarrassing and indefatigably slandering; yawns.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost gorges of your brain to think of nothing else but; transiently hapless and morbidly darkened; incarceration.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost molecules of your brain to think of nothing else but; inexplicably torturous and diabolically penalizing; waywardness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost cisterns of your brain to think of nothing else but; ominously unsolicited and wantonly crucifying; frustration.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost maps of your brain to think of nothing else but; inconsolably unforgivable and inexorably feckless; nothingness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost tunnels of your brain to think of nothing else but; uncannily crippling and hedonistically reverberating; fear.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost epitomes of your brain to think of nothing else but; insurmountably maiming
and quintessentially criminal; wastage.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost labyrinths of your brain to think of nothing else but; wretchedly bewildering and psychotically hapless; amorphousness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost ingredients of your brain to think of nothing else but; ephemerally sinister and
hideously threatening; blindness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost festoons of your brain to think of nothing else but; unwontedly obsolete and unsurpassably embarrassing; snores.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost nerves of your brain to think of nothing else but; ludicrously non-existent and meaninglessly oblivious; impotency.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost impressions of your brain to think of nothing else but; gruesomely stinking and
indelibly sacrilegious; stagnation.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost lanterns of your brain to think of nothing else but; evanescently self-induced and devilishly resonating; impoverishedness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost trajectories of your brain to think of nothing else but; salaciously decaying and
lividly imperiling; disease.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost bowels of your brain to think of nothing else but; ethereally morose and sadistically moaning; corpse.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost figments of your brain to think of nothing else but; unfortunately lambasting and fervently nostalgic; goodbye.

But I ask all of you living beings on this fathomlessly iridescent and Omnipotent Universe; that can you remain unconquerably awake without divinely sleep.

49. DEATH – A COUNTLESS TIMES BETTER

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of tawdrily inconsolable isolation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of resplendently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of murderously ungainly abuse; an infinite times every unfurling instant of beautifully destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of unforgivably criminal torture; an infinite times every unfurling instant of vivaciously destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of acrimoniously ribald humiliation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of bountifully destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of hedonistically abominable slavery; an infinite times every unfurling instant of symbiotically destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of atrociously cannibalistic vindication; an infinite times every unfurling instant of iridescently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of baselessly trembling fear; an infinite times every unfurling instant of redolently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of inexplicably tormenting disease; an infinite times every unfurling instant of celestially destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of cannibalistically sacrilegious uncertainty; an infinite times every unfurling instant of mellifluously destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of horrifically wanton impeachment; an infinite times every unfurling instant of jubilantly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of horrendously asphyxiating oblivion; an infinite times every unfurling instant of triumphantly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of unceremoniously treacherous debauchery; an infinite times every unfurling instant of effulgently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of intolerably filthy stench; an infinite times every unfurling instant of poignantly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of preposterously pathetic decay; an infinite times every unfurling instant of eclectically destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of inanely meaningless infertility; an infinite times every unfurling instant of compassionately destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of venomously decrepit stagnation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of effervescently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of worthlessly demonic prejudice; an infinite times every unfurling instant of sparklingly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of bawdily worthless manipulation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of majestically destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of truculently lambasted frustration; an infinite times every unfurling instant of beamingly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of indefatigably nonchalant hopelessness; an infinite times every unfurling instant of symbiotically destined life,

And it was a countless better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of perpetually maiming cowardice; an infinite times every unfurling instant  of victoriously destined life.

50. LIFE GIVES BIRTH TO HAPPINESS

Clouds give birth to tantalizing droplets of rain; pacifying the murderous agony
of scorching desert sands,

Rose gives birth to stupendously ravishing fragrance; casting a spell of unconquerable happiness in those lives; deluged with horrendous despair,

Sun gives birth to magnificently flamboyant rays; filtering a path of profuse optimism in every space; tottering towards helpless extinction,

Soil gives birth to rhapsodic fountains of fruit and water; ensuring that none remained disastrously famished; for centuries immemorial,

Ocean gives birth to tantalizingly tangy globules of salt; inundating drab existence with cloudbursts of spice and insurmountable poignancy,

Stars give birth to an incredulously serene calm; miraculously metamorphosing the complexion of the ghastly night; into one shimmering with milky pearls,

Leaves give birth to exuberantly fluttering breeze; enveloping dreary souls in its ebulliently vociferous swirl; as it merrily whipped by,

Benevolence gives birth to invincible humanity; incessantly reigning as the supreme leader; even as the planet entangled in webs of lechery and salacious malice,

Freedom gives birth to the innermost expression; the mesmerizing fulmination of a persons senses; which propels him to blissfully lead an infinite more lives,

Mother gives birth to the perpetually divine; the immaculately wailing offspring for which; God’s specially descended down from fathomless cosmos to bless,

Truth gives birth to harmonious unity; organisms from all across the unfathomable planet; embracing each other irrespective of prejudice; caste or creed,

Honesty gives birth to intransigent conviction; an astronomical within the most feeble of entities; to catapult to the pinnacle of ultimate success,

Fantasy gives birth to turbulently seductive desire; relentlessly exploring and absorbing the unsurpassable beauty lingering on this planet,

Perseverance gives birth to glorious rays of newness; evolving and achieving even the most inconspicuous of your philanthropic dream; as golden perspiration trickled under the sweltering Sun,

Faith gives birth to the incomprehensibly unbelievable; with man successfully shooting to the summit of the impossible; uttering the name of the entity he adored,

Conscience gives birth to irrefutable righteousness; which the even the entire wealth on this spuriously bombastic world; miserably failed to purchase,

Eyes give birth to profoundly caressing empathy; wholeheartedly commiserating and bonding; with even the most remotest of alien in devastating pain,

Love gives birth to indispensably precious survival; the everlasting spirit to celestially exist; beyond ones ordinary time,

And life gives birth to perennial happiness; an unconquerably sacred joy and bliss that makes each birth; exist in symbiotic synergy with the bountifully divine.

The End .