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Life = Death volume 2 Poems on Life ,

Death

By
Nikhil Parekh

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publication of my Book as above described , in the
Print form . Published here ; is this Poetry Collection
of mine in its entirety , alongwith the differently titled
Poems contained in the Book . As of the present
moment ; 47 of my Books are available for purchase
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My style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never
ever been written before or experimented on the
mortal planet by any mortal , though my Poetry /
literature is normal and natural . GODS grace on
me . i am nothing infront of GOD . i am nothing
infront of GODS holy messengers . So any victorious
publisher who may want to publish my Poetry in
Paperback without Financial Expenditure to me , can
directly communicate with me at the address ,
nikhilparekh99@gmail.com or
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Parekh , ( born 27 August , 1977 ) , poet and author
from Ahmedabad , India . I am also a 10 - Time
National Record holder for my Poetry with the Limca
Book of Records India , limcabookofrecords.in - which
is Indias Best Book of Records , Ranked 2nd in the
World officially to Guinness Book of World Records .
You can visit me at - nikhilparekh.org ; to browse my
Poetry on GOD , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism ,
Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife ,
Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity ,
Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty ,
Lovers , Brotherhood - at this website you can also
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Author Biography
Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 , 1977 ) , from Ahmedabad ,
India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his
Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India limcabookofrecords.in , which is India's Best Book of Records ,
also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of
World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written
by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length
of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle .

The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never


ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet
by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and
natural .
10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of
Records India are for
( 1 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in
McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's
Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem , Come
Lets Embrace our New Religion
( 2 ) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year
Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's
National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada
( 3 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a
Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is - Aids
doesn't kill . Your Attitude kills .
( 4 ) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best
Poetry EBook
( 5 ) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the
most number of replies from World Leaders and World
Organizations .
( 6 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to
the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace GoodwillTreaty.org .
( 7 ) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made
into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing
website .
( 8 ) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book
- Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace , at
Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and
largest website for reading books on mobile phones .

( 9 ) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on


Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the
Government of South Africa .
(10) "Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and
currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially
selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ".
The Indian Poet has written thousands of poems on - GOD,
Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death ,
Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood ,
Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty ,
Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of
viewers and downloads on the Internet .
Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God
( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) ,
Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love
Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume
10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a
tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part
8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These
Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry .
The Poets Poetry has had the patronization of several World
Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit Nikhil Parekh at
nikhilparekh.org .

About The Poetry Book


This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually
volume 2 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. DESTINED TO BE DEAD. WHEN GOD WANTS.
2. LIFE IS AS OMNIPOTENT AS GOD
3. NEVER LIVE IN DEATH; NEVER DIE IN LIFE
4. LIFES THE WAY YOU SEE IT
5. NO SHORTCUT
6. WHOLESOMELY AND COMPLETELY DEAD.
7. THE DAY I DIDNT BREATHE
8. LIFE- A NON-NEGOTIABLE COMPROMISE
9. TRUTH IS ALWAYS NAKED
10. INFALLIBLY MARRIED. YET YOU SAY THAT IM A BACHELOR!
11. THERES AN ANIMAL IN EACH ONE OF US.
12. THE BEST OF THE BEST OF THE INFINITE BEST
13. WHEN SLEEP INEVITABLY COMES.
14. TRUTH PART 2
15. I MIGHT BE JOBLESS
16. TO KILL
17. DONT
18. PERFECTLY O.K.
19. IN-BORN STRENGTHS
20. TRUE SATISFACTION
21. WHAT IS A POEM ?
22. I PREFFERED TO DIE INFINITE DEATHS

23. DONT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO


24. EVEN IF I WAS BORN DEAD
25. THE BEST - PART 2
26. THE CHAPTER OF VIBRANT LIFE
27. 12.0 CLOCK
28. MONEY
29. GREATEST ART
30. A DEATH MORE HORRIFIC THAN WHAT DEATH COULD EVER BE
31. WHO SAYS ?
32. DELINQUENT LONELINESS
33. THE TYCOON AND I
34. DEVILISHLY DECREPIT ALCOHOL
35. FAILURE
36. WHOLEHEARTEDLY USE DEATH
37. IRREVOCABLY CONVENTIONAL SOCIETY
38. FAVORITE WORKSHOP
39. SPECTACULARLY MAJESTIC LIFE

40. FIRST
41. THE TRUEST KING
42. TIME
43. HOW THE HELL CAN YOU EVER DARE ?
44. THE ULTIMATE LOVE
45. MUSIC: THE FOOD FOR LIFE
46. THE WORLD OUTSIDE
47. CAREERS IN LOVE
48. COMPLETE
49. ON MY OWN FEET
50. JUST A BIG ZERO

1. DESTINED TO BE DEAD. WHEN GOD WANTS.


I didnt know whether it would be flamboyantly optimistic rays of
the Sun; or whether the sky would resemble silver streaks of
monsoon grey- when Id step out of the pitch dark coal mine,
I didnt know whether itd rain unrelentingly; or whether itd
turn out to be a day embellished with the profoundness of
ecstatic light- as I retired for sleep just a few hours before,
I didnt know whether Id meet with several uncouth barricades;
or whether Id reach the finishing line of sweet success like the
flight of a royally unbridled eagle- as I tread on the jagged road
outside,
I didnt know whether the very next person Id encounter would
be a long-lost friend; or a complete stranger with whom Id have
to interact from the infinitesimal scratch so that we became best
friends,
I didnt know whether the waves of the ocean would serenely
undulate under the opalescent Moon- or whether there would be
an undivided wall of fiery water called Tsunami hurtling
towards the crowded township- as I merrily hummed the tunes
of my choice snuggled cozily in my hotel room,
I didnt know whether thered be impeccable landscapes of ice
as I traversed up the hills; or whether what would greet me
would be treacherous barren slopes- with delightful rivulets of
water tumbling by my side,
I didnt know whether the colossal edifice would retain its poise;
or come down crumbling like a pack of frigid matchsticks; as the
earthquake struck without the tiniest of insinuation and with
insurmountable might,
I didnt know whether the bus awkwardly wobbling through the
hills; would reach the summit with all passengers in bliss; or
whether itd skid its way head-on- down into the stillness of the
devouring gorge,

I didnt know whether the tantalizing plain of mud that laid


infront; would facilitate to reach the other end like a royal safarior whether itd perseveringly suck life trying to traverse being
the slippery sand,
I didnt know whether the fresh bundle of life soon about to
leave the womb and entire planet divine- would be an
unequivocally bonding baby girl; or a mischievous little darling
baby boy,
I didnt know whether the stranger walking abreast my window;
lived in a charmed castle of glittering columns and crowns- or
whether he found solace under the open roof of the unassailable
sky; when night inevitably descended by,
I didnt know whether the bird perched on the roof- would
choose to peck at grains strewn in bountiful abundance around;
or whether itd dabble its beak just an insouciant trifle into the
few droplets of water in the bowl,
I didnt know whether the offsprings would abruptly leave their
mother one day; or whether theyd all continue to exist till
destined in their abode replenished with the threads of love,
I didnt know whether the bride and bride-groom who appeared
so wondrously enlightened on solemnization of marriage- would
lead a life further of unhindered joy; mutual bliss and respect- or
whether their existence would mark a new chapter of being
fraught with total discontent; dissimilarities and disparities,
I didnt know whether the flamboyantly roaring lion would
attack the man with savage hostility; or would come near him to
timidly lap up his palm; the same man whod once upon a time
removed a thorn from its profusely oozing wound,
I didnt know whether the vultures would admire their
unfettered flight in the scintillatingly candid mirror; or whether
theyd disintegrate the same into worthless pieces with
nonchalant probes of their legs and beaks,

I didnt know whether the inscrutably exuberant paintings of the


painter would reach him the epitome of mortal success and
fame; or whether hed spend a life in lambasted reclusion and
seclusion from the outside world,
I didnt know whether the kite I flew from my terrace; would
soar placidly as I relished plucking at its lifeless string; or
whether itd fall with an instantaneous thud upon obdurate
concrete; cut by a counterpart string which had more luck that
time,
But irrespective of this or that we did not know what I and
every single one of us living beings definitely and irrefutably
know; is that every mortal life taken birth upon the soil by Gods
grace- is destined to be dead when God wants.

2. LIFE IS AS OMNIPOTENT AS GOD


Life is as sweet as a chocolate; go and greedily crunch it,
Life is as ravishing as the choppy ocean; go and swim in it,
Life is as dense as the deciduous forest; go and voraciously
philander in it,
Life is as perspicuous as the scintillating mirror; go and sight
your reflection in it,
Life is as green as the sprawling grasses; go and exuberantly roll
in it,
Life is as impeccable as frosty cows milk; go and perseveringly
gulp it,

Life is as fragrant as the mesmerizing scarlet rose; go and smell


it,
Life is as warm as the cozy quilt; go and comfortably snuggle in
it,
Life is as voluptuous as brown chunks of mud; go and ebulliently
plough it,
Life is as vivid as the rainbow in the cosmos; go and
surreptitiously perceive it,
Life is as surreal as blissful heaven; go and inexorably fantasize
about it,
Life is as contemporary as the swanky car; go and drive it,
Life is as slippery as the slimy oyster shells; go and intensely feel
it,
Life is as thorny as the gigantic cactus; go and prick it,
Life is as poignant as green chili; go and tenaciously chew it,
Life is as heavy as the mammoth boulder; go and skillfully hoist
it,
Life is as strong as the formidable fortress wall; go and wrestle
with it,
Life is as grandiloquent as the bombastic palace; go and
languish in it,
Life is as brilliant as the dazzling sun; go and bask directly
beneath it,
Life is as dark as the cloistered well; go and dip your persona in
it,
Life is as enchanting as the placid moon; go and profoundly
admire it,

Life is as blistering as the scorching deserts; go and run


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

3. NEVER LIVE IN DEATH; NEVER DIE IN LIFE


There was simply no happiness in inexplicably venomous
sadness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of sadness in
the heavens of jubilantly poignant and
resplendently enamoring; happiness,
There was simply no daylight in morosely sadistic blackness; and
there was simply not the tiniest trace of blackness in the sun of
optimistically unfettered and spell-bindingly perennial; daylight,
There was simply no faith in treacherously slandering infidelity;
and there was simply not the tiniest trace of infidelity in the
skies of unendingly unconquerable and compassionately
everlasting; faith,
There was simply no truth in deplorably sacrilegious lies; and
there was simply not the tiniest trace of lies in the utopia of
eternally sacrosanct and unflinchingly
peerless; truth,
There was simply no melody in venomously discordant
deliriousness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of
deliriousness in the caverns of ecstatically unbelievable and
vivaciously exuberant; melody,
There was simply no humanity in indiscriminately devastating
war; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of war in the
bloodstreams of pricelessly unassailable and fearlessly
Omnipotent; humanity,

There was simply no nature in preposterously robotic monotony;


and there was simply not the tiniest trace of monotony in the
lap of divinely effervescent and
rhapsodically exultating; nature,
There was simply no open-heartedness in lecherously ominous
manipulation; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of
manipulation in the rain of torrentially unfettered and beautifully
panoramic; open-heartedness,
There was simply no innocence in licentiously demented
adultery; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of adultery in
the womb of impregnably divinely and
interminably fructifying; innocence,
There was simply no love in demonically pulverizing terrorism;
and there was simply not the tiniest trace of terrorism in the
heart of immortally burgeoning
and ubiquitously evolving; love,
There was simply no simplicity in despicably marauding
prejudice; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of prejudice
in the cradle of everlastingly bountiful and victoriously
undaunted; simplicity,
There was simply no compassion in mercilessly despondent
indifference; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of
indifference in the clouds of timelessly bestowing and
unconquerably embracing; compassion,
There was simply no fire in nonchalantly decrepit nothingness;
and there was simply not the tiniest trace of nothingness in the
aisles of passionately rejuvenating and royally untamed; fire,
There was simply no brotherhood in tyrannically meaningless
selfishness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of
selfishness in the paradise of bounteously ebullient and amiably
transcending; brotherhood,

There was simply no freshness in egregiously wanton stagnation;


and there was simply not the tiniest trace of stagnation in the
rainbow of unlimitedly triumphant
and mellifluously astounding; freshness,
There was simply no transparency in cadaverously confiscating
politics; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of politics in
the mirror of candidly discerning and righteously radiating;
transparency,
There was simply no freedom in profanely bigoted incarceration;
and there was simply not the tiniest trace of incarceration in the
mists of limitlessly bewitching and undauntedly priceless;
freedom,
There was simply no life in satanically worthless death; and
there was simply not the tiniest trace of death in the throne of
perpetually winning and Omnipresently undefeated; life,
Therefore I say; do not think the slightest of life after youre
crucified to ghastly death; and never ever even utter the word
death whilst profoundly relishing and effulgently romancing;
proliferating; gyrating and adventuring; in the
immortal entrenchment of life.

4. LIFES THE WAY YOU SEE IT


For some it was a garden of bountifully mesmerizing roses; while
some could only indefatigably witness the acrimoniously
pugnacious thorns,
For some it was a surreally rhapsodic cloud showering perennial
enchantment; while some could only relentlessly feel penalized
by the shades of gruesomely
pulverizing black,

For some it was a forest of panoramically evergreen


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

For some it was a iridescently twinkling star of unprecedented


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

5. NO SHORTCUT
The shortcut to reach the towering summit of the building; was
to use the gold embossed escalator,
The shortcut to pass the treacherous waves of the tumultuously
stormy sea; was an electric paced motorboat,
The shortcut to reach the astronomical peak of the colossal
mountain; was a swanky airplane which flew faster than the
speed of light,
The shortcut to topmost fruit suspended from the branch of the
gigantic tree; was a ladder with coherently aligned metal rungs,
The shortcut to painstakingly masticating gargantuan morsels of
food; was to consume equivalent amounts of tiny vitamin
capsules,
The shortcut to walking long distances on bare foot; was the
bombastically haughty and silken complexioned and scarlet
sports car,
The shortcut to assiduously taxing the dainty fingers to pen
down fathomless lines of literature; was the feather tipped and
stupendously contemporary computer,
The shortcut to bathing in cold water at the crack of every dawn;
was to inundate your armpits with exotic scent; fool people as if
you had washed your gruesomely sordid persona umpteenth
number of times in the day,
The shortcut to browsing onerously through the overwhelmingly
bulky book; was to simply read its last page and drift off to
blissful sleep,

The shortcut to surreal fantasy and incredulously haywire


fantasy; was to put abrupt brakes to your wild imagination,
The shortcut to delivering the marathon speech for indefatigable
hours on the trot; was to tell somebody to dub it perfectly in
your voice,
The shortcut to witnessing vivaciously striped lions wandering
through a labyrinth of paths in the dense jungles; was to spot
and profoundly admire them in their locked cage,
The shortcut to waiting for rain to pelt down in harmonious
unison from the sky; was to stand under an incessant stream of
artificial bathroom shower water,
The shortcut to sedulously tying buttons and wearing several
garments every fresh morning; was to not change your previous
attire at all,
The shortcut to pertinently sniffing every now and again infinite
times in a single day; was just one deafening and volcanic sneeze
which nearly brought the roof down with its poignant ferocity,
The shortcut to speaking a hundred lies; is uttering an
irrefutably solitary yet formidably invincible truth,
The shortcut to glancing at the watch every unleashing second
of the day; is to gaze languidly forward to relish the color of
natural light,
The shortcut to crawling miserably on obdurate ground in an
unfathomably enduring endeavor to reach the finishing line; is to
wear a pair of ice skates; travel faster than the speed of light,
The shortcut to prolifically earning quick money; was to marry a
rich mans daughter; and worship him more than the almighty
lord all your palpable life,
The shortcut to speaking relentlessly all day; was to
phlegmatically maneuver your snobbish fingers in thin wisps of
gentle air,

But as a matter of fact there simply was no shortcut to life; as


one had to lead it every second; every minute; every hour; every
day; till the time he was bestowed upon with the divinely
prowess of inhaling breath; till the time the Omniscient Creator
gave the
order to live and love.

6. WHOLESOMELY AND COMPLETELY DEAD.


Neither could it ever wholeheartedly laugh; even as the most
unbelievably effervescent clowns danced in inarticulate unison
around it; and for times beyond
the realms of handsome eternity,
Neither could it ever mischievously twinkle; even as the most
vivaciously nubile maidens; rapturously encircled its
stupendously masculine teats and
uninhibitedly rampant chest hair,
Neither could it ever unabashedly dream; even as the most
tantalizingly surreal mists of heavenliness; profusely enshrouded
it from every conceivable end,
Neither could it ever sensuously romanticize; even as the most
voluptuously enchanting women of tomorrow; indefatigably
traced every of its visibly blessed

vein,
Neither could it ever merrily whistle; even as the most
profoundly euphoric winds of the atmosphere; made a poignantly
enthralling beeline for every bit of open space in its nostrils,
Neither could it ever sensitively hear; even as the most
ecstatically thunderous sounds of mother nature; unleashed
themselves on every barren quarter of this Universe; in the form
of unrelentingly seductive rain,
Neither could it ever celestially eat; even as the most
bounteously panoramic fruits of nature divine; vividly danced till
times beyond infinity; right infront of its eyes,
Neither could it ever effusively empathize; even as the most
wretchedly bizarre sufferings on innocuously untainted
humanity; lambasted at whisker lengths from
its placid contours,
Neither could it ever joyously blush; even as it was ubiquitously
serenaded; by every man and woman alive on the trajectory of
this fathomlessly spell-binding planet,
Neither could it ever perspicaciously prognosticate; even as the
most impregnably divine rays of resplendent clairvoyance;
victoriously blazed through the royal whites of its eyes,
Neither could it ever jubilantly speak; even as the most
mystically pin-drop silence in the fabric of the entire earth
around; fervently and solely waited for nothing else; but being
timelessly consecrated by only his voice,
Neither could it ever symbiotically embrace; even as every
religion; fraternity; color; and tribe on this gigantic earth; came
invincibly close to it after forgetting all differences of caste;
creed; and perennially bonding into the religion of priceless
humanity,
Neither could it ever ardently desire; even as the most
insuperably wondrous dewdrops of effulgent excitement;

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

7. THE DAY I DIDNT BREATHE


The day I didnt wear clothes; I shivered uncontrollably in the
austere breeze of uncouth winter,
They day I didnt eat food; I found myself miserably slithering
towards the
corridors of precarious starvation,
The day I didnt write poetry; I found my fingers virtually
paralyzed; and the blood in my robust veins metamorphosed into
a morbidly colorless liquid,
The day I didnt bathe; I felt pools of disdainfully fetid sweat;
stab my impeccable visage more than a billion treacherous
thorns,
The day I didnt sleep; I felt daggerheads of insurmountably
fatigued exasperation; assassinating each iota of my blissfully
mental peace,
The day I didnt wink; I felt the romantic youth in me die an
obnoxiously famished death; all mischief in the atmosphere
pathetically desert me like a piece of dilapidated garbage,
The day I didnt pray; I felt like a diabolical monster; drifting
further and further away from the sacrosanct countenance of
Omnipotent God,
The day I didnt lie in the lap of my mother; I felt as if the world
had come to a brusque end; there wasnt an iota of humanity
prevailing in any quarter of this colossal Universe,
The day I didnt swim; I felt as if the insatiable exuberance in my
bones had died
a profusely asphyxiated death,

The day I didnt discover; I felt as if my incredulously


augmenting fantasy; had ruthlessly blended with ethereally
dwindling horizons,
The day I didnt dream; I felt that life was a barbarically
monotonous workshop; with each hour of the day relentlessly
restricted to the realms of parasitic office,
The day I didnt realize; I felt horrendously pompous and
pretentiously inflated; with my conscience whipping me to
profusely apologize to the mesmerizing winds outside,
The day I didnt drink water; I felt the tumultuously scorching
agony in my throat; compelling me to swoon like withering fish
on the ground,
The day I didnt tease my sister; I felt as if I sitting astoundingly
close to my grave; although I was just on the threshold to
commence life,
The day I didnt gaze at the resplendent stars; I felt as if my
world was intransigently confined to the four bare brick walls of
my dwelling,
The day I didnt respect my elders; I felt that I was boisterously
irascible fly; about to be inevitably squashed by the sword of
righteousness,
The day I didnt listen to my heart; I felt as if I had horrifically
failed in every attempt of mine; although I stood towering on the
absolute pinnacle of life,
The day I didnt wholeheartedly love; I felt there was no reason
to survive; started prematurely on my journey to the heavens;
without the tiniest insinuation of Almighty Lord,
And the day I didnt breathe; there was no time for me to feel or
romanticize about hell or heaven; for I lay like a wholesomely
mute corpse; infact to cut the story short; I was irrefutably dead.

8. LIFE- A NON-NEGOTIABLE COMPROMISE


Whether you face it with exuberantly unconquerable gusto; or
whether you unrelentingly keep fretting for its tyrannical share
of inevitable ruthlessness,
Whether you face it with endlessly triumphant euphoria; or
whether you disdainfully blame even the most nimbly silken step
that you tread,
Whether you face it with bountifully unprecedented charisma; or
whether you wither away like a derogatorily insipid leaf in front
of its sporadically uncouth vagaries,
Whether you face it with ebulliently relentless enchantment; or
whether you keep fretting uncontrollably like a dilapidated
corpse; fed up of its manipulative lambasting,
Whether you face it with stupendously exhilarating ecstasy; or
whether you keep intransigently abusing it for impoverishing

you so barbarously; while at the same time feeding your


egalitarian counterparts in plates of pure gold,
Whether you face it with ardently irrevocable tenacity; or
whether you whether you implacably slander it for rendering you
as insipidly capricious as a forlornly withering leaf; for
ostensibly no fault of yours,
Whether you face it with ingratiatingly timeless fascination; or
whether you keep cursing it with ominously pugnacious
fanaticism; for the baseless bickering it gave you on your
hindside; ever since you were an innocuous child,
Whether you face it with unflinchingly intrepid exultation; or
whether you indefatigably shoot at it for not catapulting you to
the epitome of vibrant prosperity; for even the most heroically
paradigm of your deeds,
Whether you face it with unfathomably impregnable solidarity;
or whether you viciously stab at it with even the most
infinitesimal element of your countenance; for snatching the only
roof from above your desolate head,
Whether you face it with uninhibitedly divinely contentment; or
whether you impudently spit on it for inexplicably crippling you
with insidious disease,
Whether you face it with astronomically aristocratic courage; or
whether you cannibalistically ostracize it for its vicissitude of
precariously uncanny discrepancies,
Whether you face it with unsurpassable unassailable
determination; or whether you perennially hid your nonchalantly
trembling skin; from its flamingly prowling eyes,
Whether you face it with blissfully cavorting happiness; or
whether you weep a billion tears a minute; for it horrifically
divesting you of your pristinely near and dear,
Whether you face it with celestially fructifying enthusiasm; or
whether you assassinate it using every trace of your priceless

blood; for not listening to the inner most tunes of your


passionately mesmerizing heart,
Whether you face it with royally silken graciousness; or whether
you uselessly expend every unfurling minute of your day;
thunderously castigating its winds of gratuitously indiscriminate
inequality,
Whether you face it with everlastingly iridescent eclecticism; or
whether you deliberately sink you pathetic form infinite feet
beneath your grave; just to escape its unending labyrinth of
harsh realities,
Whether you face it with unstoppably patriotic breath; or
whether you tirelessly attempt to entirely snap its ungainly
wings; for not supporting you to transcend to
the ultimate heavenly paradise,
Whether you face it with immortally insuperable love; or
whether you wanted it to diminish away like a gutter of frigidly
futile worm; for parasitically sucking every iota of your amiable
camaraderie and happiness,
For if you are not the Omnipotently Almighty Lord; life was; is
and will always remain to be a tornado of inexplicable
vacillations; a Sun which at times rises
and at times coldbloodedly sets; a flower which at times
blossoms into optimistic fragrance and at times invidiously
crumbles away; an ocean which at times swirls towards the
majestic sky and at times is nothing but a bed of lackadaisically
decrepit stones,
So its better if you faced it smilingly and without the slightest of
cacophonic regret; because for every organism breathing and
blessedly alive and not the Lord Divine; life has been and will
always continue to be a nonnegotiable compromise.

9. TRUTH IS ALWAYS NAKED


Victory is always sweet; a perpetual trouncing of the corpses of
the hedonistically slandering devil; by the winds of eternally
undefeated righteousness,
Honesty is always persevering; an ocean of pricelessly
unflinching sweat; that eventually wins over even the most
infinitesimal anecdote of treacherously prejudiced debauchery,
Friendship is always compassionate; a perennial melanging of
two souls into one; irrespective of caste; creed; color or the
unfurling of astoundingly zipping time,
Childhood is always pristine; an indefatigable culmination into
the most innocuously unfettered fantasies of vibrant tomorrow;
and a fathomless kilometers away from even the most mercurial
of hideous manipulation,
Adventures are always exhilarating; an unabashedly blissful
venturing into the corridors of the uncannily unknown;
rejuvenating every monotonously emaciated
cranny of the body with timelessly mesmerizing spice,
Beauty is always ravishing; a panoramically unbridled triumph of
sensuousness over the sacrilegiously demented corpses of
stagnation; for a countless more births yet
to arrive,
Benevolence is always altruistic; an unendingly selfless wind of
companionship; which embraces every tangible and intangible
entity on this fathomless Universe; in
its impregnably amiable swirl,
Creation is always artistic; an inexhaustible cistern of inimitably
unparalleled energy; which burgeons into the most brilliantly
optimistic shapes of an interminable tomorrow,

Smiles are always inspiring; triggering rays of unassailably


bounteous hope; into the lives of all those deplorably devastated
beyond the threshold of inexplicably hapless despair,
Blood is always humanitarian; coalescing the entire boundlessly
effulgent Universe into a spell bindingly united mass;
irrespective of whether it belonged to a;
Hindu; Muslim; Buddhist; or Christian,
Soul is always uplifting; incessantly continuing to drift into every
ounce of goodness on this endlessly fructifying earth; even after
the last expunging of divinely breath,
Symbiotism is always unconquerable; an untamed inferno of
mutually ebullient desire; which timelessly bonded every
conceivable element of free space; in the threads of benign
holiness,
Yearning is always passionate; indispensably massacring even
the most raunchily indiscriminately of hurdles that ever dared
come in between; its royally tantalizing way,
Hunger is always natural; perpetually differentiating us insipidly
greedy living beings; from the heavens of the insuperably
Omnipotent and fearless Lord,
Flirtation is always mischievous; rekindling the spirit to survive
as the most effervescently beautiful organism; even when buried
an infinite feet beneath
insouciantly meaningless mud,
Sleep is always celestial; replenishing even the most truculently
lambasted arenas of the deteriorating body; with the mists of
everlastingly heavenly rest,
Shadows are always mystical; undauntedly weaving an everpervadingly panoramic gorge of astounding fantasy; which
seductively enshrouded even the obsolete cranny of the invisible
veins,

Breathing is always fiery; perpetuating an unlimited forest of


desire even in the most meaninglessly wanton of spaces;
perpetuating the most veritably dead to euphorically surge
forward in the true fervor of life,
And Truth is always Naked; candidly exposing the most
inconspicuous of ins and outs of your persona; like when the
Omniscient Creator was writing the destiny of this undying
planet; and without the tiniest twitch of the eye.

10. INFALLIBLY MARRIED. YET YOU SAY THAT IM A


BACHELOR!
Invincibly married to each droplet of my golden sweat;
replenishing every miserably emaciated cranny of my wailing
soul; with its virtue of irrefutably spell-binding perseverance;
was I,
Limitlessly married to each intrepid footstep that I traversed;
wholesomely perpetuating every pore of my skin; with the spirit
of timelessly rejuvenating
adventure; was I,
Insuperably married to each bountiful fantasy that I dreamt;
miraculously metamorphosing every ounce of my inexplicable
sorrow in my veins; into a paradise of surreally inexorable
optimism, was I,

Unconquerably married to each poignant blood-drop of mine;


timelessly inculcating in me the egalitarian principles of
inimitably peerless and priceless humanity; was I,
Perennially married to each enchanting destiny line of mine;
enigmatically assimilating the unceasingly untamed thrill of
existence; which magnetically vacillated at every unfurling
instant of bewitching life,
Perpetually married to each follicle of my sensuously ravishing
hair; exuberantly floating with the jubilantly ecstatic currents of
breeze; which transcended me beyond the boundaries of fetidly
gruesome manipulation; was I,
Royally married to each fearlessly handsome of my bone;
supremely exultating in my tirelessly altruistic strength;
wholeheartedly utilizing every iota of the same to the service of
benign living kind; was I,
Triumphantly married to each of my fantastically blessing pulse;
harmoniously existing for centuries immemorial; romancing in
its quintessentially effulgent swirl; was I,
Unlimitedly married to each of my blissfully reinvigorating
smiles; which timelessly catapulted me to the topmost rung of
victorious paradise; which was inhabited by only the aisles of
unfettered desire; was I,
Interminably married to each of my unstoppably burgeoning
ambitions; making me feel the most pricelessly desirous puff of
euphoric breath on every step that I traversed; was I,
Unshakably married to each jubilantly scarlet blush of my cheek;
which made me feel as the most sensitively nubile bride;
shivering wholesomely naked under the full and profound rays of
the midnight moon, was I,
Eternally married to each mischievously dancing of my eyelash;
which endlessly permeated me to frolic in unabashed abandon
behind the magically rain-soaked
meadows with the maidens of my choice; was I,

Unassailably married to each globule of my unpretentious saliva;


which compassionately charged every element of my drearily
flailing persona as it ran down my throat like impregnable
electricity; was I,
Inseparably married to each pore of my brilliantly truthful
conscience; which perennially repudiated every bit of
acrimoniously ungainly lies from my nimble persona; was I,
Majestically married to each of my pristinely titillating goosebump; which triggered unsurpassable thunderbolts of ardently
augmenting lightening in even the most infinitesimal of my
shadow; was I,
Unchallangeably married to each of cistern of empathy that
dribbled from my eyes; engendering me to melt to even the most
inconspicuous wail of all blessed humanity; was I,
Intransigently married to each untamed fireball of virility that
torrentially wafted from my demeanor; which made me feel the
most immortally righteous organism on earth alive; was I,
Infallibly married to each of my gloriously fervent breath;
symbiotically harnessing the fathomless treasures of mother
nature in every inhalation of my destined survival; was I,
Indomitably married to each of my beautifully passionate
heartbeat; endlessly imbibing the bonds of fearlessly
unparalleled love in every aspect of my impoverished existence;
was I,
And yet you still say that I was a penuriously demented bachelor;
yet you say that Im a pathetically impotent bachelor; yet you say
that I would forever remain a ludicrously unmanly bachelor; just
and just because I didnt marry a proper woman; according to
your sets of norms and turgidly baseless idiosyncrasies; in the
entire tenure of my life.

11. THERES AN ANIMAL IN EACH ONE OF US.


Be it in the form of the zillion ungainly abuses that blatantly
drifted from our mouths; when we got provoked to the most
unprecedented limits; for no ostensible reason
or rhyme,
Be it in the form of the zillion innocuous insects that we
uncouthly trampled upon; in our relentless quest to reach the
absolute apogees of indomitable superiority,
Be it in the form of a zillion morsels of food that we
cannibalistically consumed; in order to just transiently placate
the insatiable hunger of our brutally
emaciated stomachs,
Be it in the form of a zillion egregiously jinxed curses that we
emanated; when the resplendently embellished festoons of luck;
werent running the slightest our
destined way,
Be it in the form of a zillion slaps that we ruthlessly slashed to
our subjugated subordinate mates; for not punctiliously cleaning
our unceremoniously dwindling leftovers,
Be it in the form of a zillion nightmares of the mercilessly
trumpeting devil; that inhabited virtually every sordidly lonely
night; of our impoverished lifetime,
Be it in the form of a zillion droplets of blood that we merrily
feasted upon; of which was composed our most tantalizingly
succulent meal of robustly marinated chicken,
Be it in the form of a zillion goose-bumps of rapaciously
unstoppable desire that crept up on our skins; as we witnessed
the most poignantly alluring nakedness of the nubile opposite
sex,
Be it in the form of a zillion fragments of sordidly devastating
lies that we shrewdly uttered; just in order to save us from the
unsparingly penalizing gallows of truth,

Be it in the form of a zillion guffaws of artificiality that we


culminated into; just in order to be nefariously christened as a
sanctimoniously spurious ingredient of
the chauvinistic high society,
Be it in the form of a zillion dastardly rapes that we fantasized
about day and night; just in order to keep our nimbly peerless
bodies in the most supremely invincible spirits,
Be it in the form of a zillion ghastily crucifying battles that we
unrelentingly fought; erecting palaces of livid gold and silver; on
the foundations of countless an innocent blood,
Be it in the form of a zillion elements of insidious adulteration
that wed unnervingly perpetuated into every quarter of this
fathomless Universe; just so that our pockets always and
inexhaustibly bulged with mindless prosperity,
Be it in the form of a zillion fiasco political revolutions that we
tried to invent; which were just a manifestation of our crazily
distorted imagery; and in the treachery of which millions
suffered and inexplicably succumbed,
Be it in the form of a zillion consumptions of tawdry liquor and
smoke; which we slurped at a speed faster than white light; and
after which we sacrilegiously spat on every fraction of celestially
venerated mother earth,
Be it in the form of a zillion molecules of whimsical deliriousness
that we gave shape to; preposterously deluging every bit of the
ecstatically vibrant atmosphere; with the unforgivable stench of
the plundering diabolical,
Be it in the form of a zillion kicks that we gave to all those
infirm; blind; maimed; poor; orphaned ..etc; blasphemously using
them as invisible pulleys to transport us to the destination of our
sadistic choice,
Be it in the form of a zillion children that we gave birth to and
then left to tirelessly beg on the obliviously dusty streets; just in

order to appease the desire of our satanic flesh; in the first


place,
Be it in the form of a zillion betrayals that we permeated and
underwent in the tenure of our entire lifetime; miserably
shattering the immortally compassionate hearts of innumerable
organisms; pricelessly existing on this spell-bindingly rhapsodic
planet,
O! yes; it could be in any infinite form; size; shape; color;
intensity; but one things irrefutably sure; certified; irrevocable
and unstoppable; that theres an unabashed animal in each one
of us.

12. THE BEST OF THE BEST OF THE INFINITE BEST


I didnt want to be like the best ocean on this Universe;
unrelentingly kissing nothing else but the gloriously pristine
shores,
I didnt want to be like the best mountain on this Universe;
unassailably towering like an unflinching citadel; even in the
most hedonistically acrimonious of maelstroms,
I didnt want to be like the best forest on this Universe;
mystically swishing to the exuberantly enigmatic winds of time;
all night and beautiful day,
I didnt want to be like the best pearl on this Universe;
unconquerably enthralling even the most treacherously alien;
with my resplendently majestic shimmer and shine,
I didnt want to be like the best statue on this Universe;
indefatigably having a gargantuan battalion of impeccable

devotees; flocking my feet in humble obeisance and perennially


round the clock,
I didnt want to be like the best flower on this Universe;
unbelievably pacifying even the most horrendously unlimited
trace of pain; with my stupendously royal scent,
I didnt want to be like the best cloud on this Universe;
perpetually deluging every disconcertingly bereaved cranny of
parched earth; with my exotically tantalizing raindrops,
I didnt want to be like the best watch on this Universe;
nonplussing even
the most astonishingly ingenious of organisms with my
timelessly ticking and
invincible perfection,
I didnt want to be like the best dwelling on this Universe;
assimilating
even the most infinitesimally insipid beauty of this romantically
panoramic planet; in my blissfully compassionate swirl,
I didnt want to be like the best artist on this Universe;
miraculously churning an unfathomable ocean of godliness; even
in the most inanely pulverized scrap of impoverished paper,
I didnt want to be like the best philosopher on this Universe;
with even the most indomitable of superpowers bowing down
like flaccid mice; on my incongruously bohemian feet,
I didnt want to be like the best bird on this Universe; magically
sailing like an impregnable prince through even portions above
azure sky; stooping down with extraordinarily nonchalant ease;
to pluck at the fish of my choice,
I didnt want to be like the best clown on this Universe;
perpetuating even the most drearily dying entity; to fulminate
into a cloudburst of enchantingly newborn laughter,
I didnt want to be like the best prodigy on this Universe;
perpetually shutting the mouths of every single entity elder to
me with my uncannily inimitable charisma; and right since the
very first cry of my life,

I didnt want to be like the best adventurer on this Universe;


intrepidly singing through an indefatigable number of arcane
twists and turns; fearlessly snoozing with the snakes all
throughout the heart of iridescently twinkling midnight,
I didnt want to be like the best lover on this Universe;
altruistically sacrificing my infinite lives and breath; for the
person I so impregnably cherished and loved,
I didnt want to be like the best fragrance on this Universe;
incredulously
titillating one and all handsomely alike; with my eternally spell
binding scent,
I didnt want to be like the best luminary on this Universe;
perennially
radiating and marvelously serenaded; by unshakable cynosure;
cynosure and just relentless cynosure,
I just wanted to be myself; I just wanted to be the human I was
destined to
be; For in the first case no entity tangible or intangible; no
organism or
human on this planet could ever be or ever dream of being the
best; as the Best would perpetually remain the Almighty Lord
who had created them all,
All of them as a holistically symbiotic institutions in themselves;
blissfully proliferating the mantras of his sacrosanct existence;
but still ethereally infinitesimal molecules when compared to his
Omnipotent stature; as HE was the only ULTIMATE; the only
BEST OF THE BEST OF THE INFINITE BEST.

13. WHEN SLEEP INEVITABLY COMES.


Be it the royal realms of the unbelievably embellished king
poster bed; or be it the most treacherously barren slopes of the
heartlessly cold-blooded rock which spat nothing but ostracizing
disdain,
Be it the majestically silken cocoons of sensuously exhilarating
clouds; or be it the unabashedly insect laden shores of the
inscrutably rustic forest; bemoaning in the most unrelenting
nights of wilderness,
Be it the compassionately invincible quilts of kingly fur; or be it
the most fetidly disintegrating pavements; by the tawdrily
asphyxiating gutter side; for which the entire world ended and
started with the word dirt,
Be it the unassailably priceless lap of the timelessly venerated
mother; or be it the most preposterously ghoulish of graveyard;
from which nothing else wafted; but the intransigent curses of
the lifeless ghosts,
Be it the triumphantly pristine meadow of lush green
mesmerizing grass; or be it the most pugnaciously venomous
battlefield of gruesome thorns; which solely led to the corpses of
lecherous extinction,
Be it the uninhibitedly poignant soil profusely soaked in
ubiquitously fresh rain; or be it the bawdily worthless carcasses;
which indefatigably rattled with the sounds of ominously
deteriorating hell,
Be it the invincibly celestial seat of the jubilantly crimson
Mercedes; or be it the balustrades of bizarrely crippling
uncertainty; which vengefully permeated with increasing
proclivity into every bit of the atmosphere,

Be it the intrepidly regal deck of the insuperably kingly luxury


ocean liner; or be it the insanely ribald premises of the soiled
lavatory seat; from which emanated nothing but the stench of
intolerably strangulating malice,
Be it the eternally relaxing interiors of the beautiful sofa set; or
be it the sordidly spit laden streets; from which hurled nothing
else but a flurry of disdainfully wretched impoverishment,
Be it the belly of the most charismatically undulating and frosty
sea; or be it the hideously sweltering sands of the acrimonious
desert; which indiscriminately torched everything to decrepit
meaninglessness,
Be it the wings of unconquerably blessing desire; or be it the
most disastrously apocalyptic path of delinquent hopelessness;
which gave an infinite curses every unveiling instant,
Be it the pillow of magically ameliorating green leaves; or be it
the most worthlessly castigating coffin of charcoal; which
blackened not just the body; but irrevocably adulterated the
soul,
Be it the victoriously breeze laden open roof-top terrace; or be it
the most sinfully strangulating gallows of penurious prison; from
which drifted solely the cries of the barbarously plundering
demon,
Be it the spell-bindingly slow clad apogees of undefeated
Everest; or be it the most ridiculously infinitesimal mole hills of
the ant; which rendered fresh strength to the corridors of
invisibility; every unraveling minute,
Be it the magically rejuvenating rockbed under the iridescently
sparkling waterfall; or be it the sinister witchs abode; which
intransigently screamed nothing but the most diabolical wails of
death,
Be it the fields of flirtatiously liberated corn; or be it the most
robotically disgruntled match-boxed offices of sheer
manipulation; from which arose nothing else but the cries of
haplessly dying vindication,

Be it the rhapsodically spongy cakes of insatiable prosperity; or


be it the most stinkingly depraved carrion; upon which feasted
an unfathomable number of
inconsolably sacrilegious vultures,
Be it the perennially undefeated lions cave; or be it the
miserably clammy rats den; which was inhabited by nothing else
but the derogatorily rebuking spirit of
staleness,
Just doesnt matter the slightest. Because when sleep inevitably
comes; it doesnt see the time; place; circumstance that youre
placed in; simply and invincibly shutting your eyes to even the
most evanescent consternation in the atmosphere; timelessly
ensuring that whenever you awoke; you witnessed every bit of
the fathomlessly undying Universe; in the most optimistically
rejuvenated and Omnipotent of light.

14. TRUTH PART 2


Initially as much as it might sting you like a billion acrimonious
thorns,
Eventually it blossomed into the most fragrant flower of
prosperity; inundating each of your senses with unprecedented
happiness.
Initially as much as it might lethally pierce you like a thousand
knives; strangulating you forever in its explicitly candid swirl,
Eventually it emerged as the most Omnipotent warrior in this
Universe; pacifying your every apprehension; with its divine
ointment of life.
Initially as much as it deluged you with profusely debilitating
winds of despair; stealing your last hope of blissful survival,
Eventually it put you to an eternal slumber; making you
fantasize unfathomable kilometers beyond the land of rhapsodic
paradise.

Initially as much as it separated you from the ones you dearly


loved; pinching you pertinently at every step you alighted to
survive,
Eventually it immortalized the spirit of your celestial existence;
bonding your soul for centuries unsurpassable; with the
Omnipresent aura of the Almighty.
Initially as much as it lambasted you on your nakedly shivering
skin; whilst your manipulative comrades snored in cloud covers
of opulent luxury and wine,
Eventually it granted you; your every philanthropic desire;
making you the richest man alive on the trajectory of this never
ending planet.
Initially as much as it melted you like an inconspicuous pancake;
whilst your lecherous fellow mates danced in the aisles of
seductive jubilation and exotic excitement,
Eventually it enlightened every stage of your life with invincible
light; savoring for you; all the immaculate goodness that lay
hidden on mother earth.
Initially as much as it slaughtered all your energy to breathe;
viciously kicking you like a dog; beyond the summit of
disgruntling nothingness,
Eventually it showered upon you the entire power trespassing on
soil; saw to it that your every benevolent dream ripened into an
enchanting reality.
Initially as much as it pulverized you to soggy bits of frigid ash;
devouring every iota of your conviction; like an untamed horde
of ruthless crocodiles,
Eventually it cast a spell of perennially mesmerizing innocence
in your eyes; which won you the most cherished love of your life.
And initially as much as it devastated you left; right and center;
reducing your robust caricature to an impoverished corpse; as
the world sung and merrily laughed outside,
Eventually it ensured that you were the sole winner; towering
over the monotonous definitions of a stale yesterday; ebulliently
bouncing and alive to face; a countless more fantastically

righteous tomorrows.
O! yes its upto you to believe it or not; implement the same in
your lives,
But I for one live for truth all night and day; will salute it above
the most influential of living kind; even centuries after I die.

15. I MIGHT BE JOBLESS


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

I might be jobless; not polishing the shoes of my seniors; as they


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

16. TO KILL
Rays of glorious optimism; to kill the treacherously ghastly
darkness of the sullen night,
Avalanches of tantalizing mysticism; to kill dreadful chapters of
fetidly rotting monotony,
Dewdrops of philanthropic benevolence; to kill the bloody war of
indiscriminate hatred,
Pearls of perpetual wisdom; to kill the famished tyranny of
hopelessly debilitating illiteracy,
Cloudbursts of rhapsodic fantasy; to kill the painstaking agony of
mutilating boredom,
Fountains of mesmerizing scent; to kill the disdainfully traumatic
odor of manipulative prejudice,
Tornados of Herculean strength; to kill devastating laziness;
slithering baselessly on chocolate brown wisps of mundane soil,
Fabulously sweet cocoons of honey; to kill ruthless animosity;
parasitically sucking
all tribes,

Fireballs of untamed passion; to kill cold blooded frigidity;


irrevocably refusing the web of mystique and love,
Mountains of astronomical conviction; to kill disastrous
diffidence; deluged perennially in mournful remorse,
Rainshowers of irrefutable truth; to kill satanic chains of
hideously ostentatious lies,
Swords of patriotic triumph; to kill traitors beheading their
divinely sacrosanct motherland,
Volcanos of unprecedented ecstasy; to kill self inflicted wounds
of gory sorrow; tumultuously proliferating after caressing land,
Winds of insurmountable ambition; to kill utterly nonchalant
staring into murky space; for centuries immemorial,
Voices of impeccably boisterous activity; to kill everlasting hours
of compellingly abominable sleep,
Nostalgic reflections of childhood; to kill inevitably advancing
age; and the fear of relinquishing all energy,
Romantic clouds of majestic art; to kill savage corruption and
irate blasphemy of the living; in the stringently conventional
society,
Perpetually augmenting thunderbolts of love; to kill insidiously
capricious and perilous hatred,
And immortal rainbows of Godly life; to kill the heart of cowardly
death; even before it could even nimbly arise.

17. DONT
Dont enchantingly smile; and then speak of hopelessly diabolical
destruction,
Dont vivaciously dance; and then think of life beneath the
morbid coffins,
Dont wholeheartedly embrace; and then insidiously plot against
the lives of orphaned children,
Dont tantalizingly dream; and then talk of being lambasted by
commercial whips of manipulative reality,
Dont gallop like an untamed tornado; and then perceive of
spending life in eccentrically reclusive seclusion,
Dont sow the seeds of blossoming fertility; and then step into
the tunnel of perennially stinking darkness,

Dont immaculately wink; and then behave like an uncouth


bartender on the boisterous streets,
Dont uninhibitedly thank; and then pierce a menacing knife into
the back of your philanthropic comrades,
Dont melodiously sing; and then infiltrate like a hideous devil;
into all sects of the wonderfully impeccable society,
Dont mystically intrigue; and then form an eternal bondage;
with monotonously lecherous business tycoons,
Dont ardently pray; and then start to indiscriminately
assassinate unsuspecting
civilizations; like diminutive mosquito and inconspicuous prey,
Dont worship your mother; and then satanically devastate tiny
infants; from their cozy dwellings and divinely parents,
Dont reside in harmonious solitude; and then disseminate the
most treacherously fearful voice; into serene air lingering
outside,
Dont sacredly bless; and then devilishly paralyze every
organism alive; with your ominously abhorrent spell,
Dont paint beautifully; and then abominably bludgeon and
pulverize the panoramic landscape; with your wickedly
bohemian feet,
Dont fruitfully evolve; and then blow your decayed breath;
polluting the symbiotically functioning planet,
Dont say I love you; and then shatter the threads of holy
matrimony; of all couples passionately married and alive,
Dont compassionately care; and then rain tumultuously acrid
maelstroms of hell; on people breathing and full of exuberant
life,
And dont blissfully live; and then blame the Creator for ruining
each moment of your crippled life; incessantly think of collapsing
into the sinister grave and die.

18. PERFECTLY O.K.


Laziness is perfectly O.K.; as long as you ensure a world of
dream and tantalizing fantasy for your fellow mates; engulfed
with hopeless despair,
Overwhelming frustration is perfectly O.K; as long as you
ensure; blissfully smooth pathways; for your Nation marching
towards everlasting prosperity,

Weakness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure Herculean


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

Dithering to a mute shadow was perfectly O.K; as long as you


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

19. IN-BORN STRENGTHS


Romance indefatigably and with piquant enchantment; to your
most unassailably integral mountain; of in-born strengths,
Dance ingratiatingly and with tantalizing charisma; to your most
fabulously impeccable repertoire; of in-born strengths,
Fantasize intransigently and with incessant fascination; to your
most fathomlessly intrepid ocean; of in-born strengths,
Gallop patriotically and with unflinching brazenness; to your
most invincibly blazing Sun; of in-born strengths,
Donate benevolently and with unequivocal humanity; to your
most spellbindingly colossal kaleidoscope; of in-born strengths,
Listen ardently and with insatiable fervor; to your most
gloriously glimmering fountain; of in-born strengths,
Sleep sensuously and with blissful contentment; to your most
blisteringly dynamic goalhouse; of in-born strengths,
Laugh wholeheartedly and with ebulliently emollient gusto; to
your most divinely unsurpassable armory; of in-born strengths,
Sing harmoniously and with unprecedented artistry in your
voice; to your most ubiquitously endless river; of in-born
strengths,

Walk flamboyantly and with an unfathomable urge to reach


philanthropic targets; to your most gloriously synergistic cocoon;
of in-born strengths,
Philosophize humbly and with ecstatically untamed belief; to
your most poignantly celestial stream; of in-born strengths,
Discover gallantly and with overwhelming enigma; to your most
resplendently twinkling sky; of in-born strengths,
Serve irrevocably and with the unconquerable spirit of mankind;
to your most passionately Omnipotent idol; of in-born strengths,
Invest judiciously and with astounding pragmatism; to your most
grandiloquently intrinsic castle; of in-born strengths,
Write candidly and with intricately silken graciousness; to your
most irrefutably honest treasury; of in-born strengths,
Pray fearlessly and with a wave of benign calm enveloping the
soul; to your most scintillatingly sacrosanct candle; of in-born
strengths,
Evolve intriguingly and with incomprehensibly bountiful vigor; to
your most beautifully tranquil civilization; of in-born strengths,
Breathe compassionately and with the overpowering elixir to
lead life; to your most stupendously fortified fortress; of in-born
strengths,
Love immortally and with impregnably never dying tenacity; to
your most celestially vivacious river; of in-born strengths,
Over and above all; Live symbiotically and with the relentless
aspiration to conquer an infinite deaths; to your most
magnanimously bestowing lamp;
of in-born strengths.

20. TRUE SATISFACTION


True satisfaction lies in feeding the devastatingly deprived; not
in ruthlessly snatching the last morsel of food from their
pathetically starved stomachs; just to tantalize your spuriously
non-existent buds of baseless taste,
True satisfaction lies in educating the ludicrously illiterate; not
in barbarically extricating their last iota of discerning
consciousness; just to meaninglessly tingle the soles of your;
sordidly treacherous feet,
True satisfaction lies in uplifting the disastrously maimed to the
ultimate destination of their choice; not in savagely excoriating
the mercurial conglomerate of flesh and bone on their
staggering body; just to uselessly placate your skin; with
bombastic warmth,
True satisfaction lies in philanthropically assisting the blind to
cross the rambunctious street; not in invidiously climbing over

their hapless shoulders; just in order to meet your boss on the


other side; before your manipulative colleague could,
True satisfaction lies in becoming the profuse source of sound
for the unfathomably deaf; not in ecstatically occupying their
horrifically debilitated eardrum; just in order to profoundly
mystify your commercial senses; with the carpet of darkness
inside,
True satisfaction lies in speaking vociferously for the
horrendously dumb; not in insidiously maneuvering their
innocence towards the diabolical gallows; just in order to save
your murderously stinking life,
True satisfaction lies in rescuing the innocuously orphaned
infant drowning uncontrollably in the satanic waters; not in
using his impeccable countenance as a lifeboat; just in order to
reach invincibly to the other side of the; gloriously shimmering
shores,
True satisfaction lies in placating the dreadfully dreary senses of
a fatigued traveler; not in perennially resting and parasitically
feasting on his wavering shadow; just to pacify the already
supremely satisfied elements in his blood,
True satisfaction lies in sowing seeds of invincible peace in
resplendent soil; not in mercilessly massacring fathomless
forests of beauty with swords of heinous corruption; just in order
to embellish your pompous castles; with biscuits of
extra silver,
True satisfaction lies in; marvelously becoming the voice of the
tyrannically molested; not in ominously snatching every word
before it even crept up their nimble throat; just to be
thunderously heard; by all powerhouses and kingdoms in the
world; alike,
True satisfaction lies in; benevolently embracing all those old
and despondently struggling; not in satanically plucking out the
tender hair from their witheringly fragile bodies; just in order to
fill in the bald portions of your; inconspicuously frigid wig,

True satisfaction lies in; enveloping all those uncouthly


trembling in bizarre cold in blankets of eternally mesmerizing
humanity; not in parasitically sucking even the most infinitesimal
droplet of poignant blood from their body; just in order to fill in
your empty glasses of solitude,
True satisfaction lies in; disseminating unprecedented happiness
in all those despicable hutments besieged with inexplicable
gloom; not in extinguishing the slim
flames of hope in their interiors; just in order to illuminate your
disgustingly sleazy world; of ghastly lechery and crime,
True satisfaction lies in; uninhibitedly freeing all those savagely
incarcerated in chains of treachery; not in tumultuously
inflicting all your frustration of the day upon their miserably
diminutive caricatures; just in order to spuriously relax the
surplus tension;
in your overwhelming agitated nerves and bones,
True satisfaction lies in; incessantly endeavoring to coalesce all
discriminating religions into the immortally impregnable religion
of humanity; not in perpetuating malicious feuds in civilizations
melanged with symbiotic solidarity; just to snobbishly appease
your taste buds; at the sight of viciously raining blood,
True satisfaction lies in; indefatigably marching on the invincible
pathways of benign unity; not in maliciously shattering the
fortress of mankind; just to impart that baseless bit of extra
reinvigoration; to your foundations of non-existent prejudice,
True satisfaction lies in; astoundingly proliferating newness to
synergistically continue Gods chapter of priceless existence; not
in venomously annihilating the innocuously divine; just in order
to pugnaciously survive; for a countless more lifetimes,
True satisfaction lies in; benevolently sacrificing every iota of
rhapsodic breath to nourish unequivocally spell binding
goodness; not in sinfully burying a robustly sparkling organism
infinite kilometers beneath drab soil; just in order to stand
with laughably meticulous precision; upon your own dwindling
feet,

And true satisfaction lies in; perpetually bonding broken hearts


all across the fabulously fathomless Universe; not in
malevolently stealing passionately palpitating beats with gay
abandon; just in order to keep your body; pathetically and
forever alive.

21. WHAT IS A POEM ?


A poem is; an everlasting ocean of poignant empathy; that
envelops you in winds of insatiable euphoria and tantalizingly
rhapsodic caress,
A poem is; a marvelous compilation of majestic art; cascading
like the most opulent river of happiness; in your times of
morbidly murderous gloom,
A poem is; a cloudburst of tumultuously piquant emotions;
forever and irrefutably ensuring that; you kept gallivanting
ahead with the delectably pristine ardor of life,
A poem is; a fathomless canvas of vivacious color and
ingratiating charm; deluging every cranny of your ludicrously
impoverished existence; with all mesmerizing goodness;
stupendously overpowering the atmosphere,
A poem is; a wave of glorious royalty that romantically sweeps
across your dreary nerves every dawn; titillates you into fireballs
of untamed imagination; all throughout the fabric of the
voluptuously enchanting night,
A poem is; the most grandiloquently flaming epitome of triumph;
harboring you in its invincible belly of endless fantasy;
nourishing each iota of your blood; like a sacrosanct mother,
A poem is; a boisterously humming bee of ecstatic jubilation;
diffusing the profound sweetness of mystical existence; on
whichever path you chose to
philanthropically tread,

A poem is; an unfathomable myriad of enigmatic undulations;


intriguingly weaving through unsurpassable joy and inexplicable
gloom in life; alike,
A poem is; the most embellished form of written expression;
catapulting you to infinite kilometers above the divinely
conglomerate of celestial clouds; to bask in the unprecedented
glory of priceless learning,
A poem is; an incomprehensible mountain of intrepid philosophy;
the most turbulently ebullient portrayal of the mind; body and
blissfully philandering soul,
A poem is; a symbol of ubiquitous harmony; uniting civilizations
irrespective of caste; creed or color from all across the
fathomless planet; in its invincible blanket of humanity; alike,
A poem is; an unequivocal path of righteousness that transpires
you to wholeheartedly pursue your gorgeous curtain spread of
benevolent dreams; your spice to passionately embrace life and
lifeless sleep; romantically and alike,
A poem is; an unrelenting thunderbolt of perennial desire;
encapsulating your diabolically dwindling bones; with the
eternal fervor to exhilaratedly leap
forward in vibrant life,
A poem is; the sacrosanct constituent of a writers imagination;
his intransigent propensity and heavenly fodder; to
compassionately lead a countless more
exotic lives,
A poem is; a boundlessly ardent craving for harmonious bliss to
impregnably descend; incarcerating all those disastrously
devastated; with the incredulously
ingratiating melody in its rhythm,
A poem is; a resplendently twinkling sky of perpetual yearning;
showering its rain of unparalleled enthusiasm; upon every
quarter of this earth; besieged with horrifically debilitating
darkness,

A poem is; a magical whirlpool of fervently diffusing breath; that


instills Omnipotent life; even in the most languidly ungainly and
satanically maimed,
A poem is; a tantalizingly seducing princess; grandiloquently
culminating into a mist of fascinating desire and astoundingly
bountiful grace; on every iota of space; she blessedly blended
with,
Over and above all; A poem is; the innermost fulmination of the
immortally throbbing heart; transcending well above the
boundaries of conventionally parasitic form; rule and structure;
every true artists desire to take indefatigably breath for;
abnegating his last trace of life for it; only to rejoice with it
perpetually in realms of Omnipresent heaven.

22. I PREFFERED TO DIE INFINITE DEATHS


I preferred standing barechested under sweltering rays of the
Sun; profusely basking in a pool of gloriously golden sweat,
Rather than rotting away like a piece of dilapidated dirt
incarcerated well within the dungeons; in fear of how the world
would look outside.
I preferred plunging intrepidly into the vindictive; valiantly
clashing my sword in the supreme exultation of defending my
priceless integrity,

Rather than listening to unsolicited abuse as the days unveiled


by; petrified to venture outside in fear of being uncouthly
assassinated.
I preferred swimming in full fledged fervor against the
tumultuously turbulent waves of the ocean; taking the
rhapsodically tangy spray full throttle on my cheeks,
Rather than sitting like a disheveled banana on the shores;
ruminating unsurpassable number of times; upon the aftermaths
after being devoured by the sharks.
I preferred clambering up the treacherous slope of the mountain
head on against the exuberant breeze; with the soles of my
robustly sturdy feet the only respite,
Rather than waiting countless decades for a golden helicopter to
descend; catapult me to the absolutesummit within lightening
flashes of the eye.
I preferred walking boundless kilometers in the astronomically
dense forest; searching for the glamorous fruits of nature which
I savored even in my dreams,
Rather than wait like a frigidly parasitic mosquito on the ground;
for destiny to place the fathomless festoon of berries; languidly
in my lazy lap.
I preferred wholeheartedly embracing the euphorically crackling
flames of fire; profusely relishing the flamboyant warmth that
rejuvenated every dreary bone in my persona,
Rather than running a million kilometers away from the blazing
inferno; dreadfully afraid of being scorched to the corpse.
I preferred blurting out whatever was fulminating in the topmost
compartment of my mind; candidly expressing even the most
infinitesimal iota of my feelings,
Rather than plotting a battalion of insidiously lethal ideas; like a
trembling coward behind the back of my compatriots.
I preferred speaking the perpetual truth at the cost of my
rubicund flesh; although it blended the sky and the earth
together in the swirl of its irrefutably overwhelming agony,
Rather than camouflaging my words with the cloud of deceitful
lies; manipulatively evolving every word I spoke.

I preferred to proclaim my love for my beloved in front of the


entire acrid world; in the face of rebuke and the most severest
penalty from the society for my act of unconventional audacity,
Rather than strangulating my senses painstakingly; bit by bit; as
I watched them bonding her sacrosanct countenance with the
mate of her choice.
And I preferred to die infinite deaths this very instant with my
head held high; and the voice of my impeccably righteous
conscience dictating me to execute every action of my existence,
Rather than leading a life slaving for another molecule of my
kind; bowing down my persona to a diabolically lecherous entity;
whom even the Lord had rejected since immemorial times.

23. DONT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO


My eyes popped out in overwhelming exasperation; my sockets
dancing restlessly on the floor,
My lips distorted themselves to incomprehensibly horrendous
contours; biting themselves satanically as the moon blossomed
to a perilously sinister glow,
My hair stood up like thunderbolts of stringent electricity;
blazing fireballs of despondency towards the sky,
My fists curled into an insurmountably formidable punch; aching
to thunderously batter arid wisps of breeze painstakingly
blowing around,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that
besieging you my friends; when we just dont have; anything to
do.
My sweat dribbled down in cyclonic frenzy; proliferating by the
unfurling minute; into fathomless oceans clashing against the
walls of nothingness,
My teeth locked themselves in an immortally peevish embrace;
chattering countless times in an indefatigable search for
spurious solace,
My skin developed boundless goose bumps of profound disdain;
shivering incessantly in the inexplicable trauma lingering in
placid air,
My ears heard a volley of sounds which were entirely nonexistent; kept inexorably iterating tunes which hovered
countless feet beneath the graves,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that
besieging you my friends; when we just dont have; anything to
do.
My yawn reverberated more diabolically than the demons; as I
tossed unrelentingly on my lackadaisically strewn four poster
bed,
My shadow fluttered miserably in the domains of hell; shrinking
its robust proportions to more inconspicuous than an ant; in its
quest for treading on the
unexplored,

My eyelashes withered ferociously towards unruly soil; wanting


to rejuvenate themselves thoroughly in the fabulously rain
soaked mud,
My throat blurted a myriad of obnoxiously hoarse tunes;
permeating through the realms of normalcy with its relentlessly
hysterical shrieking,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that
besieging you my friends; when we just dont have; anything to
do.
My stomach belligerently puked out foul matter from the inner
most recesses of my intestines; contracting to as thin as an
infinitesimal whisker; struck by body blows of mind-boggling
desperation,
My fingers scribbled an unfathomable battalion of nonchalantly
incoherent literature; swished menacingly to emboss the most
hideously invidious forms in loose sand,
My neck swirled in infinite directions as the clock ticked;
profusely confused by the happenings that unleashed themselves
in the surrounding,
My heart sank all its beats in my acrimoniously pointed boots;
my breath and soul searched frantically for the paths on which
the Sun austerely shone in its fiercely flamboyant shine,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that
besieging you my friends; when we just dont have; anything to
do.

24. EVEN IF I WAS BORN DEAD


I could relinquish all my clothes this very moment; shiver
hysterically as turbulent cloud covers of snow tumbled
ferociously from the sky,
I could relinquish all my fantasies this very moment; stare in
mockingly dumb ridicule towards abstruse bits of solitary air,
I could relinquish all my spurious pride this very moment; start
hoarsely begging on the streets; with my profusely bedraggled
hair cascading disdainfully over my cheeks,
I could relinquish all my overwhelming courage this very
moment; surrender in meek submission to even the ants
transgressing near the lavatory seat,

I could relinquish all my smiles this very moment; weep till times
immemorial; even though the Sun outside glowed brighter than
when it was born,
I could relinquish all my blood this very moment; mercilessly
extricate the indispensably life yielding fluid horrendously from
its very roots,
I could relinquish all my teeth this very moment; uncouthly
abrading them against obdurate biscuits of acrimoniously thorny
steel,
I could relinquish all my taste this very moment; surviving
wholesomely on stale left overs of insurmountably decaying
bread blended with the bland desert sands,
I could relinquish all my memory this very moment; frantically
groping my way like a new born child amidst the myriad of
boisterously whipping traffic,
I could relinquish all my daintily gifted features this very
moment; brutally ripping apart each part of my robustly
voluptuous skin,
I could relinquish all my astronomically earned wealth this very
moment; licking the mud in insatiable hunger as the stomach
cried beyond the realms of no control,
I could relinquish all my nerves this very moment; slithering in
tumultuously painstaking agony as the vultures descended to
confiscate my skeleton,
I could relinquish all my ambitions this very moment; loiter
aimlessly with the sword of desperation penetrating me deeper
and deeper by the unveiling minute,
I could relinquish all my prudently sagacious ability to think this
very moment; incurring a billion bomb blasts incessantly in the
corridors of my tenderly
palpable brain,
I could relinquish all my melodious voice this very moment;
persevering to eternity to blurt even a single alphabet; although

I possessed the most ingratiatingly fabulous island of rosy


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

25. THE BEST - PART 2


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

Philanthropic are those who congenially harmonize,


Obsessive are those who dogmatically habitualize,
Lovers are those who tirelessly immortalize,
Insects are those who remorsefully advice,
Monotonous are those who unreasonably legalize,
Visionaries are those who sagaciously
Institutionalize,
Blessed are those who holistically collectivize,
Alluring are those who chant moonrise,
Abominable are those who ingloriously immobilize,
Victorious are those who honestly rise,
Exhilarating are those who ebulliently surprise,
Perfectionists are those who intricately synchronize,
Meticulous are those precisely systemize,
Persevering are those who chronologically itemize,
Devout are those who blissfully traditionalize,
Cold Blooded are those who barbarically polarize,
Dictatorial are those who chauvinistically mercerize,
Unpardonable are those who satanically brutalize,
Divine are those benevolently synthesize,
Charismatic are those who humanitarianly symbolize,
Vindictive are those who unsurpassably tyrannize,
Entrepreneurs are those who coherently channelize,
Anarchists are those who rougishly agonize,
Prudent are those who quickly summarize,
Lackadaisical are those who disdainfully mechanize,
Derogatory are those who worthlessly demoralize,
Abhorrent are those who frigidly desensitize,
Opportunists are those unequivocally maximize,
Insane are those who sinfully pressurize,
Enthusing are those who spell bindingly surprise,
Gimmick are those who sleazily advertize,
Gifted are those who unbiasedly memorize,
Humane are those who naturally mortalize,
Indescribable are those who incessantly demonize,
Remarkable are those who heavenly conceptualize,
Lackluster are those who nonchalantly neutralize,
Affable are those who wholeheartedly socialize,
Corpselike are those who purposelessly sterlize,
Unpredictable are those who atrociously disguise,
Melanging are those who synergistically franchise,
Intelligent are those who poignantly familiarize,

Discerning are those who perceptively characterize,


Fairies are those who unbelievably mesmerize,
Perfectionists are those who comprehensively totalize,
Martyrs are those who selflessly actualize,
Comrades are those who uninhibitedly solemnize,
Ungainly are those who truculently terrorize,
And The best are those who sportingly realize.

26. THE CHAPTER OF VIBRANT LIFE


At times a river of sensuously everlasting happiness; while at
times an inexplicable thorn stabbing you with pints of
traumatized anguish,
At times a mesmerizing cloud of blossoming prosperity; while at
times an incorrigible impediment engendering you to
preposterously stagger towards the aisles of hopelessness,
At times a fountain of unbelievable resplendence; while at times
testing you against the most horrendously ominous storms;
which unrelentingly seemed to have not the slightest of respite,
At times a euphorically surging bird flapping in the realms of
ebullient jubilation; while at times inevitably making you trip
towards the dungeons of frantically bizarre desperation,
At times a melodiously enchanting song placating even the most
murderously diabolical of your nerves; while at times
asphyxiating your visage; with precarious
testaments of painstaking perseverance,
At times an ultimate harbinger of celestial peace; while at times
marauding your brain with a boundless mountain of;
compulsively crippling thoughts and prejudice,
At times a waterfall of voluptuously seductive glory titillating
you till times beyond eternity; while at times an ominous
maelstrom of intractable difficulty; penalizing you from every
ostensible side,

At times a thunderbolt of ingenious innovation; while at times a


disastrously insane wastrel; infiltrating you with daggerheads of
insipidly debilitating nothingness,
At times a garden of stupendously enthralling vivaciousness;
while at times an unsparingly acrid blade that menacingly
greeted you; at every step that you transgressed,
At times a gorgeously enthralling paradise of bestowing scent;
while at times an assiduously testing examination of the severest
of odds; making you wither into a penurious shadow of disdainful
remorse and neglect,
At times an ecstatic whirlpool of rejuvenating freshness entirely
metamorphosing the complexion of your abominably bedraggled
life; while at times a corpse of baseless tensions; depriving you
of even the most infinitesimal wink of sleep,
At times an irrefutably triumphant medallion of blazing victory;
while at times insidiously lambasting you with swords of
monotonously mundane
commercialism and abhorrent malice,
At times the most candidly blissful reflection of your impeccable
soul; while at times tumultuously besieging your entire
countenance; with heinously incarcerating
beads of impeding sweat,
At times the tantalizingly exotic carpet of the gregariously
twinkling night; while at times a vociferously crumbling sea of
disparaging despair; viciously hurtling you from your most
unequivocally consolidated place in pragmatic existence,
At times a mountain of unconquerably Herculean strength
safeguarding you against the most treacherously salacious evil;
while at times an inscrutable cistern of black magic; invidiously
transforming your every wish into a mirage of meaninglessness,
At times an unassailable inferno of divine righteousness
transcending you above the most immaculate angels in
fathomless sky; while at times a savagely tyrannical panther;
instilling in you an insatiably unending flame of lecherous greed,

At times the most priceless elixir to ebulliently bounce in every


instant of rhapsodic survival; while at times vengefully slapping
you with whirlwinds of defeat; staring with uncouth barbarism in
your innocent eyes,
At times a resplendently robust fruit culminating into rays of
revitalizingly Omnipotent hope; while at times more slippery
than the surreptitiously perilous eel;
triggering you to plummet headon on a snake of slithering
nonchalance,
And at times an immortal bonding of existence bountifully
coalescing you with all those whom you pricelessly loved; while
at times more sardonically bitter than venom could ever have
tasted; such was the vacillating chapter of vibrant life.

27. 12.0 CLOCK


12.0 Clock. A moment when the voluptuous seduction of
ingratiating blackness; enshrouded each frazzled nerve of mine
with silken sensuousness,
12.0 Clock. A moment when overwhelmingly enchanting melody;
whispered a tale of profound mysticism in my frantically insane
and bereaved ears,
12.0 Clock. A moment when a carpet of rejuvenating serenity
blissfully infiltrated into my lunatically manipulative life;
celestially placating every inexplicably traumatic thought of
mine,

12.0 Clock. A moment when the entire Universe outside seemed


to be a mesmerizing paradise; with an unfathomable ocean of
benign goodness; profusely encapsulating every ingredient of my
tyrannically lambasted blood,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the resplendently milky light of the
charismatic Moon titillated me till times immemorial; bathing me
in a cistern of wonderfully enamoring beauty,
12.0 Clock. A moment when an unsurpassable garden of
reinvigorating scent encompassed my disastrously staggering
stride; triumphantly urging me to embed the
flag of philanthropic victory; on the path of righteous mankind,
12.0 Clock. A moment when tantalizingly cool breeze
exuberantly brushed through my dolorously dwindling eyes;
transpiring me to fantastically erupt in an unrelenting cocoon of;
spell binding fantasy,
12.0 Clock. A moment of unbelievably rapturous delight; when
the rustling of the vivacious trees; seemed like the eternal
heavens had bountifully descended down,
12.0 Clock. A moment which metamorphosed the complexion of
my beleaguered lips to a poignant crimson; triggering in me the
insatiable urge to blend with all sensuously exotic beauty
around,
12.0 Clock. A moment when aristocratic waves of tranquility;
miraculously changed the definition of my haplessly shattering
life; to a civilization of perennially blossoming freshness,
12.0 Clock. A moment that blissfully redefined every aspect of
my monotonously mundane survival; enlightening each of my
hopelessly crippling footsteps; with a reservoir of unconquerably
heavenly newness,
12.0 Clock. A moment which regally painted the impoverished
kaleidoscope of my dithering existence with an
incomprehensible valley of vibrant color; making me

wholesomely believe in the harmoniously benevolent principles


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

28. MONEY
You could metamorphose into an impeccable saint; and then
incessantly castigate it; for its salaciously treacherous and
hideously ungainly intent,
You could step into the shoes of an immaculate angel; and then
indefatigably rebuke it; for corrupting the fabric of the
celestially blissful atmosphere,
You could transform into a bountifully blessing cloud; and then
irascibly condemn it; for its baseless proportions of abhorrently
stinking malice,
You could wholesomely blend with harmonious goodness; and
then unrelentingly pulverize it; for its heinously malicious waves
of insidious remorsefulness,
You could uplift your soul to the bountifully everlasting heavens;
and then relentlessly ostracize it; for its lecherously vindictive
swirl; that perfidiously infiltrated the fabric of innocuous
humanity,
You could catapult to the summit of patriotically blazing
freedom; and then unrelentingly abuse it; for its spell of
disdainfully abominable commercialism and
horrifically ghastly captivity,
You could blissfully traverse on a blanket of unequivocally
scintillating pearls; and then unstoppably slander it; for being a
pertinently perilous insect; satanically sucking blood from all
living beings,
You could embellish yourself with flames of stupendously
unassailable honesty; and then timelessly decimate it; for its
waves of discordantly unwarranted prejudice,

You could reach the corridors of rhapsodically eternal paradise;


and then intractably slash at it; for it being an intolerable
impediment; that traumatically poisoned one and all; in their
way to holistic righteousness,
You could drown yourself in the winds of enchantingly sensuous
melody; and then ruthlessly crucify it; for its nonchalantly
monotonous caress of the; radiantly blooming society,
You could become a fulminating ray of dazzling Sunshine; and
then tirelessly exonerate it with your candid voice; for not
functioning according to the principles
of the; Almighty divine,
You could transcend beyond the realms of benign goodness; and
then unsparingly whip it; for diffusing a path of murderous war;
all across Gods most ravishingly splendid continent,
You could dance in the aisles of marvelous empathy; and then
savagely shoot it; for lethally disobeying the ideals of symbiotic
existence; diffusing vindictive hatred in the hearts of one and all;
alike,
You could chant the most sacred mantras on this Universe; and
then unflinchingly squelch upon it; for its merciless ways of
leading life; for the sinister darkness of ill will that it instilled in
passionately palpitating hearts,
You could synergistically epitomize all resplendently beautiful on
this colossal planet; and then tyrannically distort it; for being so
brutal on all those innocuously wandering; under the carpet of
heavenly life,
You could bask ingratiatingly in the glory of profoundly
impeccable moonlight; and then intransigently demolish it; for
its icicles of cowardliness; that degraded the existence of every
organism alive,
You could intrepidly clamber up the slopes of exhilarating
adventure; and then fearlessly bang it; for its stench of
surreptitious badness; acridly pilfering into the lives of
innocuous mankind,

And do what you could; rebuke it; perennially annihilate it;


diabolically spit on its cacophonically bereaved soul; excoriate it
apart into an infinite pieces,
But you knew as much as I did today; that it was the cardinal
reason of our existence; with the rest of the planet following us
unequivocally on the same footsteps,
For all those who proclaimed that they were fathomless miles
away from it; still indispensably needed it; as every speck of
luxuriously opulent cloth on their
bodies; every bit of resplendently replenishing meal in their
famished stomachs; every bit of bullet proof roof sequestering
their heads; was partly due to it; such was the power of hateful;
yet pacifying money.

29. GREATEST ART


The greatest art was not in clambering unsurpassably
coldblooded mountains; with overwhelmingly poignant and
adroit precision; barefoot,
The greatest art was not in stupendously encapsulating the
beauty of the fathomless cosmos; in threadbare sheets of barren
paper; singlehandedly,
The greatest art was not in racing swanky cars on avalanches of
heartless ice; dexterously swerving an indefatigable number of
times to degrees of extraordinarily beautiful precision; naked
bodied,

The greatest art was not in flying umpteenth kites at a single


time; celestially maneuvering countless strings of infinitesimal
thread in gusty sky; towering
on the tip of your big toe,
The greatest art was not in erecting majestically palatial edifices
in lightening seconds of time; inundating boundless kilometers
of arid landscape with indomitable concrete jungles; in just a
single breath,
The greatest art was not in astoundingly memorizing limitless
jargons of patriotically blazing literature; tirelessly reciting them
to the entire planet; in just a single
flash of an eye,
The greatest art was not in adventurously diving to the rock
bottom of the truculently stormy ocean; sustain life amidst the
satanic battalion of sharks and crabs beneath; for times
immemorial,
The greatest art was not in impeccably prognosticating the
destiny of one and all on this endless earth; astonishingly
chronicling even the most minuscule of event to yet unfurl; in
bleary eyed dawn,
The greatest art was not in eclectically controlling an
unfathomable horde of rampant serpents; fearlessly entwining
them all around your scarlet cheeks; without the
tiniest bead of sweat,
The greatest art was not in staring relentlessly at the profoundly
blistering Sun; dazzling into a patriotic saga of Herculean
bravery; handsomely unfettered,
The greatest art was not in emulating every conceivable voice on
this enamoring Universe; with unconquerably marvelous artistry
in the innermost chords of your throat; like supreme
Omnipotence sweeping all evil,
The greatest art was not in grazing insurmountable flocks of
innocuous sheep in a harmoniously single row; to the

enigmatically magical movements of your nimble fingers; in


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

30. A DEATH MORE HORRIFIC THAN WHAT DEATH


COULD EVER BE
I didnt know whether to plunge into the well of treacherously
vindictive scorpions; or whether to hang myself insanely upside
down from the cadaverously gleaming gallows,
I didnt know whether to chop my skull into an infinite fragments
with the merciless butcher knife; or whether to let every
conceivable parasite on this boundless planet to uninhibitedly
suck blood from my derogatorily diminishing veins,
I didnt know whether to stand bare-chested in the way of the
unrelentingly unsparing avalanches; or whether to lecherously
drown to the rock bottom of the deep ocean; with an
unsurpassable battalion of sinister crabs in my mouth,
I didnt know whether to torch my skin alive in a gutter of
insidiously adulterated kerosene; or whether to ruthlessly
excoriate every iota of my nimble skin; from the top of my
brutally emaciated bones,
I didnt know whether to lethally gouge my eyes with ghoulishly
blood coated thorns; or whether to shatter my entire
countenance into a countless fragments; sadistically banging my
body against the venomously cold-blooded rocks,
I didnt know whether to bury myself alive infinite feet beneath
sinking soil; or whether to surrender myself to every construable
bit of disparagingly convoluted badness; on the trajectory of this
gigantic planet,

I didnt know whether to indefatigably sip vials of hedonistically


ghastly poison; or whether to get gored full throttle; by the
acrimoniously piercing thorns of the savagely marauding bull,
I didnt know whether to barbarously slash the trembling veins
of my palm with perfidiously criminal blades; or whether to
make a ludicrously grotesque barbecue of myself for the
unscrupulously wandering termites,
I didnt know whether to lividly wither like a despondently
crackled leaf; or whether to leap naked fleshed from the
pinnacle of the sky; to crunch my every bone with stray pebbles
and rocks on earth beneath,
I didnt know whether to let the demons crucify me on the
sacrificing altar torturously sucking every speck of my
exuberance under the acridly sweltering Sun; or whether to
raunchily take every pistol bullet that hurtled pugnaciously in
serene air; right in the center of my head,
I didnt know whether to timelessly incarcerate every cursed
breath of mine in chains of isolation; or whether to tirelessly
march through a graveyard of sickness; where the ghosts of
disease made every instant of my life more crippling than an
infinite deaths,
I didnt know whether to lasciviously slit every patch of
robustness in my throat with the satanic garden shears; or
whether to truculently blast even the most inconspicuous
element of sensitivity in my ears with perniciously ribald bombs,
I didnt know whether to indiscriminately inundate every pore of
my slavering body with unfathomably unforgivable bitterness; or
whether to greedily slurp asphyxiating acid down my throat in
incomprehensibly luxurious amounts,
I didnt know whether to forever disappear into the corridors of
bawdily nonchalant nothingness; or whether to continuously lick
victimizingly threadbare dirt on the lavatory broomstick; like an
irascible cockroach all my life,

I didnt know whether to become a live carrion for the


egregiously cannibalistic vultures; or whether to surprisingly
come in front of a speeding truck; being massacred to a gory
absolution without the slightest intimation or respite,
I didnt know whether to limitlessly hurt myself like an
uncontrollably prurient imbecile; or whether to jinx myself with
the most uxoriously tyrannical spirits of fretfully decimating
doom,
I didnt know whether to baselessly howl the last chord of my
throat till the threshold of infinite infinity; or whether to perch
my diminutive form upon the belligerently flaming pyre; for an
irrefutable isolation from the vagaries of this manipulatively
prejudiced planet,
I didnt know whether to eat ominously bellicose cyanide for
dessert; or whether to forever snap my inconsequential
reflection from the periphery of this fathomless earth;
devastatingly fading into a corpse of lunatic darkness,
Her loss was so profoundly unbearable that I really didnt know
how to die; Her untimely departure was the most irreversible
defeat that I had faced in the chapter of my truncated life,
And therefore; all that I intransigently sought for today; was a
death more ghastlier than the most horrific of death could ever
dream of or could ever be; such a penalizingly lambasting corner
in the coffins of diabolical hell; where the absence of her divinely
sacrosanct form would never ever make me cry again.

31. WHO SAYS ?


Who the senseless says that I insatiably craved for your
wonderfully tantalizing smiles every instant; to blissfully lead the
chapter of vivaciously beautiful life?
As a matter of fact; I inexorably drowned myself in the same; to
profusely enjoy ghastly death to its ultimate fullest; till times
immemorial.

Who the lackadaisical says that I unrelentingly yearned for your


seductively rampant senses every instant; to bountifully unfurl
the unsurpassably vibrant colors of life ?
As a matter of fact; I tempestuously drowned myself in the same;
to insurmountably enjoy gory death to its ultimate fullest; till
infinite more births yet to come.
Who the dastardly says that I unstoppably ached for your
beautifully embellished eyelashes ever instant; to bask in the
unshakably enthralling aura of timeless life ?
As a matter of fact; I wildly drowned myself in the same; to
fathomlessly enjoy macabre death to its ultimate fullest; till
centuries unprecedented.
Who the feckless says that I dogmatically wished for your
majestically silken caress every instant; to trigger a boundless
civilization of ingratiatingly exuberant life ?
As a matter of fact; I extravagantly drowned myself in the same;
to limitlessly enjoy satanic death to its ultimate fullest; till
moments unceasing and galore.
Who the preposterous says that I unendingly trembled for your
melodiously enticing voice every instant; to uncontrollably bathe
in a valley of euphorically fantastic life ?
As a matter of fact; I irrevocably drowned myself in the same; to
profoundly enjoy ominous death to its ultimate fullest; till
countless more worlds to come.
Who the idiosyncratic says that I indefatigably aspired for your
charismatically electric sweat every instant; to fructify into the
most eternally handsome fruits of spellbindingly enigmatic life ?
As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in the same;
to regally enjoy sadistic death to its ultimate fullest; till
incomprehensibly inexhaustible of times.
Who the nonsensical says that I hysterically longed for your
lusciously enamoring sweetness every instant; to fabulously
bloom into the paradise of marvelously fragrant life ?
As a matter of fact; I unconquerably drowned myself in the
same; to uninhibitedly enjoy barbaric death to its ultimate
fullest; till boundaries and limits indefinable.

Who the decrepit says that I tirelessly hankered for your


rhapsodically titillating blushing; to spawn into the most
symbiotically emollient effulgence of blessing life ?
As a matter of fact; I indomitably drowned myself in the same; to
prolifically enjoy hedonistic death to its ultimate fullest; till the
time existence continued to thrive .
And Who the treacherous says that I maniacally slavered for
your ardently fresh-bride love; to magnificently replenish into
the whirlwind of perennially compassionate life ?
As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in the same;
to ravishingly enjoy bizarre death to its ultimate fullest; till earth
blended wholesomely with azure sky.

32. DELINQUENT LONELINESS


The most treacherously ungainly manipulation miserably
dithered to perturb me; as I unflinchingly marched on the path
of blazingly scintillating righteousness,
But what was killing me more than horrific death every unfurling
instant; was the amorphously devilish dungeon of; remorseful
loneliness.
The most murderously bizarre conventionalism horrendously
staggered to dent me even an infinitesimal trifle; as I fulminated
into a gloriously embellished festoon of unhindered creativity,
But what was killing me more than cadaverous death every
passing instant; was the truculently abhorrent corpse of;
dastardly loneliness.
The most salaciously perverted of lunatics grotesquely failed to
taint my conscience even a diminutive speck; as I eternally
supported the cause of immortally fantastic truth till the very
last breath of my impoverished life,
But what was killing me more than asphyxiating death every
unleashing instant; was the barbarously coldblooded parasite of;
lethal loneliness.
The most domineeringly chauvinistic egoists pathetically
stuttered in trying to make me a quintessential part of their
group; as I sat on the leaf of natures pristine vivaciousness for
centuries immemorial,
But what was killing me more than crippling death every
unfurling instant; was the egregiously bloodsucking leech of;
satanic loneliness.

The most tawdrily titillating of vixens devastatingly staggered in


trying to invidiously infiltrate my virginity; as I dedicated even
the most fugacious moment of my destitute life; to the service of
philanthropically resplendent mankind,
But what was killing me more than traumatic death every
instant; was the lecherously venomous thorn of; simpering
loneliness.
The most ominously macabre traitors endlessly lost in insidiously
trying to purchase the unfathomably puristic sanctity of my soul;
as I timelessly galloped in through the lanes of unconquerably
brilliant righteousness,
But what was killing me more than irascible death every
unraveling instant; was the sadistically truculent fog of;
vindictive loneliness.
The most morbidly disparaging tricksters preposterously
fumbled in fooling my innovatively discerning senses; as I
victoriously clambered to the pinnacle of benevolently
enlightening success; all throughout the chapters of my vibrantly
eclectic life,
But what was killing me more than decrepit death every
advancing instant; was the mordantly discordant voice of;
bellicose loneliness.
The most hedonistically sultry betrayal disappeared into wisps of
decaying oblivion; as it tried to sleazily perpetuate into my
ecstatically spell binding aura of compassionate vividness,
But what was killing me more than pernicious death; was the
pruriently prattling scarecrow of; deteriorating loneliness.
And the most ignominiously diabolical extinction inconsolably
wailed; as it gruesomely decimated in front of my spirit of
insatiably untamed and sensuously exhilarating adventure,
But what was killing me more than savage death; was the
acrimoniously incarcerating prison of; delinquent loneliness.

33. THE TYCOON AND I


The murderously monotonous tycoon got up with a sordid groan
even before the cock could crow outside his bedroom window; to
nonchalantly squabble his sanctimonious appointments for the
morning,
While I snored like a gentle giant all day; evading every trace of
ferociously atrocious daylight; only to profusely drown myself
into a paradise of celestial poetry; all throughout the
voluptuously star studded night.
The indiscriminately slandering tycoon got up with in a state of
inexplicably ungainly shock; treacherously preparing his every
bone to walk with his corporate comrades and with only a pair of

shorts on his body; in the uncontrollably trembling wind of the


winter dawn,
While I unrelentingly fantasized with my eyes perennially shut
all blistering day; only to insatiably churn unfathomable volumes
of poetry; in the heart of the ravishingly pearly night.
The derogatorily corrupt tycoon got up as even the most
mercurial of ant tickled his foot; envisaging it to be his
dreadfully dastardly boss; snapping his salary for the month,
While I romantically shut my lids to the sunshine drifting down
the majestic hills all day; only to intransigently fulminate into a
catharsis of heart rendering poetry; in the lap of the iridescently
beautiful night.
The truculently chauvinistic tycoon got up and stirred the entire
household awake; even as the yawn dogmatically refrained to
leave his inexorably aching mouth,
While I innocuously sang and snoozed all day with the symbiotic
beats of Nature Divine; only to spawn into an entrenchment of
unassailably priceless poetry; in
the fabric of the sensuously enchanting night.
The maliciously grotesque tycoon got up to the first rings of his
sleazily embellished mobile phone; for which he gave the most
indescribable of abuse but still considered it more than his wife
and the only measly mantra for his life,
While I cozily tucked myself under the caverns of unprecedented
enthrallment all blazingly unstoppable day; only to magically
inundate the atmosphere with eclectically vibrant poetry; in the
miraculously healing rhythm of the spell bindingly
panoramic night.

The perfidiously barbarous tycoon got up like frigidly colorless


icecream; wholesomely brainwashed by the chill of his state-ofthe-art airconditioner; and the
ostentatiously bizarre whisky that he had consumed to please his
clients; the evening before,

While I surreally wandered like an unhindered prince through


the ebulliently cascading waterfalls all day; only to euphorically
erupt into a festoon of sacrosanct poetry; in the everlastingly
effulgent cadence of the regally rain soaked night.
The obnoxiously white collar tycoon got up asphyxiating the
throat of his adorable wife; perceiving it to be the whiplash of
his maliciously decrepit senior; as his nightmare continued
relentlessly mercilessly,
While I assimilated all benign goodness of this scintillating
planet with my eyelashes curled all day; only to timelessly
gallivant with the heaven of immaculate poetry; in the
playground of the ecstatically moonlit night.
The invidiously blood sucking tycoon got up with a cleaver on his
newborns throat; for inadvertently teaching him to uninhibitedly
rest and reap,
While I fantastically obfuscated myself far away from the insipid
vagaries of this planet all day; only to remarkably revel in the
aura of godly poetry; in the heart of the ingratiatingly
charismatic and vivid night.
O! Yes my life was infinite times more blessed than the
satanically marauding and hollow tycoon; for although he had all
laurels and wealth in this world to whimsically execute,
He eventually went to the Lords hell for diffusing abhorrently
prejudiced unhappiness in every molecule around him; while I
immortally lived even after death
without even earning a single penny; in the breath of my
Omnipotent poetry.

34. DEVILISHLY DECREPIT ALCOHOL


Do you want to lecherously quaver like a miserably dwindling
serpent; even though scarlet blood still circulated with insatiably
untamed exuberance through your poignant veins ?
Do you want to prattle like an insanely macabre ghost; even
though the most ingeniously innovative fantasies ebulliently
fulminated in the dormitories of your
wonderfully precocious brain ?
Do you want to crumble like a disdainfully infidel matchstick to
lick threadbare dust on the floor; even though astoundingly
fantastic muscle bulged from your legs and splendidly robust
arms ?
Do you want to indefatigably inundate the atmosphere with
irascibly impudent abuse; even though the winds of
philanthropic benevolence profoundly encapsulated the chords
of your bountiful throat ?
Do you want to implacably exude into vomits of dastardly
diseased blood every now and again; even though the chemistry
of your visage was tenaciously programmed to unflinchingly
confront even the most truculently turbulent of storm ?
Do you want to indiscriminately massacre countless innocent in
atrocious rage; even though the most benign principles of
priceless humanity enshrouded you in blissful timelessness ?
Do you want to ruthlessly maraud every vibrantly enamoring
wave of freshness in your persona; even though you were
marvelously endowed by the Almighty Lord; to spawn into
majestically artistic newness every unfurling minute of the day ?
Do you want to intransigently rot in obnoxiously cadaverous
perspiration; even though the scent of insuperably glorious
righteousness congenitally wafted from your holistic soul ?

Do you want to stupidly bark all invincibly priceless secrets of


your life infront of your penalizing enemy; even though the
citadels of irrevocably fascinating solidarity enveloped you like
an immaculately fascinating prince ?
Do you want to barbarously immolate your very own
mesmerizing kin; even though the paradise of fructifying
sagaciousness profusely kissed you on every step that you
nimbly tread ?
Do you want to look like an uncouthly blood-shot scarecrow;
even though your countenance tirelessly burgeoned with the
ointment of effulgently panoramic
mother nature ?
Do you want to lackadaisically submerge yourself into a corpse
of diabolically pernicious depression; even though an ocean of
unfathomably ebullient rhapsody fervently waited for you at your
doorstep ?
Do you want to enroll yourself into the depravingly malicious
classrooms of baseless obsolescence and morbidity; even though
endless cloudbursts of enthralling fantasy tumultuously
proliferated in the sparkling whites of your eye ?
Do you want to metamorphose yourself into a tawdrily libidinous
spirit; even though unsurpassable gardens of everlasting
prosperity magnificently sprouted from the innermost crannies
of your nerves ?
Do you want to get criminally entangled in an unending
labyrinth of invidiously sinister underworld complications; even
though the gloriously embellished fountain of blissful humanity
radiated copiously from your innocent eyes ?
Do you want to fall beneath the mortuaries of isolation in the
eyes of your revered elders for profane misdemeanor; even
though the bow of respectful graciousness perennially
brandished your non-invasive soul ?

Do you want to keep ghoulishly staggering on cold-blooded stone


for infinite births that the Lord granted you life; even though
unstoppably blazing enthusiasm jubilantly circumvented each of
your intricate senses ?
Do you want to savagely constrict your own limitless freedom;
even though the voice of unequivocal uninhibitedness intrepidly
leapt from your stupendously emollient personality ?
Do you want to fretfully dilapidate behind satanically gleaming
prison bars; even though you had the impregnable aura to
aristocratically discern between the good and flagrantly
morass ?
Do you want to lethally snap the fangs of your very own
existence in your fit of disparagingly idiosyncratic senselessness;
even though an indomitable civilization of creative energy
descended upon your altruistically unfettered stride ?
Do you want to project yourself as the ultimate fool on this earth
muttering lividly grousing balderdash; even though the most
commemorated symposiums of
perspicacious knowledge; obeisantly knelt forward for your
imperial signature ?
Well; if your answer to the all of the above is yes then you should
definitely drink a bawdy barrel of it; but if you really desired to
lead life like an unconquerable king with the ones you
immortally loved; then forever say goodbye to devilishly decrepit
alcohol.

35. FAILURE
Dont ever let it obnoxiously deter you; irrefutably transcend its
cowardliness; with the voice of eternally glorious truth; instead,
Dont ever let it pathetically maim you; insuperably conquer its
idiosyncrasies; with unflinchingly intrepid determination;
instead,
Dont ever let it treacherously pulverize you; blow its infidelity
away like an inconspicuously frigid matchstick; with the power
of Omnipotent
benevolence; instead,

Dont ever let it ruthlessly suck you; irretrievably char its


unmanliness; with the philanthropic melody of symbiotic
existence; instead,
Dont ever let it devastatingly tyrannize you; wholesomely
triumph over its blackness; with the light of blazingly
unassailable oneness; instead,
Dont ever let it mordantly dishearten you; aristocratically
sideline its diabolism; with the winds of scintillatingly
charismatic camaraderie; instead,
Dont ever let it hideously slap you; irrevocably freeze its satanic
insinuations; with the Omnipotent mantra of regally proliferating
humankind; instead,
Dont ever let it maliciously prejudice you; jubilantly jostle its
deterioration; with the spirit of intriguingly enchanting
exuberance; instead,
Dont ever let it painstakingly dither you; perennially challenge
its heinousness; with the everlasting sunshine of brilliant
optimism; instead,
Dont ever let it baselessly empower you; implacably annihilate
its goriness; with the lamp of panoramically vibrant newness;
instead,
Dont ever let it derogatorily corrupt you; nonchalantly shrug its
insipid meaninglessness; with the boundless sky of sacredly
burgeoning patriotism; instead,
Dont ever let it invidiously strangulate you; majestically
overwhelm its wailing; with the melodiously fructifying fruits of
amiably marvelous existence; instead,
Dont ever let it truculently dictate you; inexorably dominate its
acridness; with the resplendently enamoring vividness of mother
nature; instead,

Dont ever let it malevolently slander you; inimitably silence its


obsolescence; with the fabric of impeccably magical originality;
instead,
Dont ever let it indiscriminately trample you; eternally
overpower its salaciousness; with the immaculately fragrant
ointment of sparkling uninhibitedness; instead,
Dont ever let it remorsefully shrink you; indefatigably restrict
its feckless morbidity; with the wings of unequivocally
astronomical freedom; instead,
Dont ever let it intransigently lambaste you; spell bindingly
extinguish its retribution; with unprecedented gorges of
tantalizingly smothering artistry; instead,
Dont ever let it enter your life; for it was the only thin line
between you and the paradise of immortally bountiful success;
the only gallows which barbarously snatched breath forever
from your body even though you were synergistically alive; the
only cadaverous demon which robbed you of all your
fathomlessly endowed
happiness; the only word which you never wanted to utter if you
wanted to live,
And if you guessed it to be death then let me tell you that you
were horrifically wrong; for it was a death more gruesome than
veritable death; as it was a corpse
of 2 more alphabets than death; infact an unending graveyard
called failure

36. WHOLEHEARTEDLY USE DEATH


Wholeheartedly use the knife; but not to ruthlessly massacre and
preposterously kill,
Irrefutably ensure that you blazingly drove the treacherously
salacious devil; fathomless kilometers away from your
sacrosanct motherland; with its intrepid sharpness instead.
Wholeheartedly use the thorn; but not to hedonistically puncture
innocuously mesmerizing skin;
Irrefutably ensure that you poignantly carved an unfathomable
flurry of mystically embellished designs in impeccably whites
sands; with its explicitly
blistering edge instead.
Wholeheartedly use the bludgeon; but not to lambaste
immaculately intriguing scalps into infinitesimally pulverized
ash,
Irrefutably ensure that you unflinching defended all those
torturously divested; from the diabolical footsteps of the
indiscriminately advancing devil; with its formidable strength
instead.
Wholeheartedly use the abuse; but not to lecherously reproach
the sacredly widowed mother,
Irrefutably ensure that you taught an ultimate lesson to the
sanctimoniously sodomized politicians son; who kept even the
most pricelessly divine entity alive at

the tip of his cadaverous shoe; with its resonating whiplash


instead .
Wholeheartedly use the scarecrow; but not to baselessly petrify
the innocently wandering and blessedly blossoming child,
Irrefutably ensure that you insuperably sequestered fathomless
fields of quintessential corn; from truculently infiltrating beats;
with its amorphous uncanniness instead.
Wholeheartedly use the curse; but not to baselessly jinx the
enchantingly newborn and vivaciously bustling with the first cry
of vibrant life,
Irrefutably ensure that you perpetually froze derogatorily frigid
corruption; in its very
nonchalantly ghastly roots; with its acerbic sultriness instead.
Wholeheartedly use the venom; but not to hideously asphyxiate
the staggering beggars already dwindling breath,
Irrefutably ensure that you decimated even the most evanescent
trace of evil from the fabric of the painstakingly degrading and
deteriorating society; with its inevitable aftermath instead.

Wholeheartedly use the storm; but not to perniciously drown


compassionately embracing friends to the invidiously grassless
rock bottom and the mouth of the
emaciated whale,
Irrefutably ensure that you unassailably overwhelmed even the
most diminutive speck of abominable prejudice; with its
rejuvenating waves instead.
Wholeheartedly use shit; but not to meaninglessly deluge the
meadows of uninhibitedly righteous scent with an unsurpassable
squall of preposterously
ungainly stench,
Irrefutably ensure that you indefatigably painted the irately
bloodsoaked castles of brutally incarcerating anarchists; with its
indescribably lascivious ostracism instead.

Wholeheartedly use the acid; but not to heinously victimize and


char holistic entities into capricious chunks of bizarrely
threadbare absolution,
Irrefutably ensure that you extinguished the murderous
existence of all those mordantly infidel molesters; with its
implacably fuming fire instead.
Wholeheartedly use the vultures; but not to ludicrously pluck at
the skin of organisms; unequivocally marching as the harbingers
of timelessly
benevolent humanity,
Irrefutably ensure that you entirely snapped the fangs of
manipulatively parasitic ghosts; with theirunstoppably hunting
beaks instead.
Wholeheartedly use betrayal; but not to devilishly separate two
perennially coalescing and divinely bonding lovers,
Irrefutably ensure that you created unbreakable rifts between
the horrific monsters of ghoulishly imprisoning hell; with its
delinquently dolorous remorse instead.
And wholeheartedly use death; but not to criminally strangulate
truthfully burgeoning and exhilaratingly united mankind,
Irrefutably ensure that you beautifully relieved all those
inexplicably rotting in mortuaries of incurably maiming disease;
with its limitless silence instead.

37. IRREVOCABLY CONVENTIONAL SOCIETY

When the extraordinarily rich and bombastic slept in the


afternoon; they called it relaxation of the most unprecedentedly
blissful degree,
While when the same was done by a diminutively estranged
beggar; the so called conventionally correct society; termed it as
dastardly unemployment.
When the unimaginably rich and pretentious guzzled poignantly
scarlet wine; they called it majestically untamed and
compassionate aristocracy,
While when the same was done by a remorsefully collapsing
beggar; the so called austerely conventional society; termed it as
deliriously devastating drunkenness.
When the unfathomably rich and handsome shot innocent deer
in the forest; they called it insatiably exhilarating and intrepid
adventure,
While when the same was done by a pathetically bedraggled
beggar; the so called stringently conventional society; termed it
as cannibalistically unforgivable crime.
When the limitlessly rich and luxurious hurled a volley of
indiscriminate invectives in blissfully open space; they called it
the definition of unparalleled superiority,
While when the same was done by an infinitesimally slavering
beggar; the so called devoutly conventional society; termed it as
a gutter of unceremoniously
uncivilized trash.
When the unsurpassably rich and glittering put an impression of
their thumb on spotlessly barren paper; they called it legacy at
its unbelievably supreme best,
While when the same was done by the preposterously teetering
beggar; the so called dogmatically conventional society; termed
it as the worthlessly salacious pigstalk of treacherous illiteracy.
When the endlessly rich and powerful titillated themselves with
tawdrily nubile vixen; they called it a mountain of insuperably
gargantuan desire,
While when the same was done by the diminutively perspiring
beggar; the so called legitimately conventional society; termed

it as rapaciously ribald rape and debauchery of the highest


decree.
When the inexorably rich and dictatorial produced a battalion of
children of their own; they called it the law of astoundingly
unstoppable proliferation at its ageless best,
While when the same was done by the miserably tearstained and
hapless beggar; the so called staunchly conventional society;
termed it as the jinx of devilishly merciless population explosion.

When the staggeringly rich and superfluous flirted as if


mischievous young children; they called it the most celestially
blessed culmination of the immaculately
unassailable divine,
While when the same was done by the jaggedly disheveled
beggar; the so called perspicaciously conventional society;
termed it as insanely unsolicited balderdash.
And when the boundlessly rich and princely inhaled
quintessentially emollient air every unfurling instant; they called
it the ultimate mantra of symbiotically philanthropic existence,
While when the same was done by the obliviously decaying
beggar; the so called irrevocably conventional society; termed it
as a parasitically intolerable and cold-bloodedly murderous
burden on the trajectory of immortal mother earth.

38. FAVORITE WORKSHOP


An idle palm; is the diabolically estranged and truculently coldblooded murderers; favorite workshop,
An idle lip; is the treacherously decrepit and horrendously
inexplicable sorrows; favorite workshop,
An idle foot; is the preposterously lazing and salaciously sucking
parasites; favorite workshop,
An idle eye; is the wholesomely obfuscating and invidiously
terrorizing nights; favorite workshop,
An idle vein; is the dreadfully dangerous and cadaverously
criminal cancers; favorite workshop,
An idle hair; is the malevolently prejudiced and lecherously
tawdry dandruffs; favorite workshop,
An idle mouth; is the disgustingly pompous and bizarrely
delirious emptinesss; favorite workshop,
An idle ear; is the drearily penurious and sardonically stagnant
absolutions ; favorite

workshop,
An idle tongue; is the obnoxiously inane and iconoclastically
ignominious abuses; favorite workshop,
An idle bone; is the brutally perfidious and uxoriously libidinous
misanthropes; favorite workshop,
An idle wound; is the nonchalantly pernicious and bawdily
infinitesimal worms; favorite workshop,
An idle tooth; is the threadbarely demonic and distraughtly
dilapidated cavities;
favorite workshop,
An idle flesh; is the impotently lackadaisical and menacingly
incarcerating infertilitys; favorite workshop,
An idle spine; is the devilishly ostracizing and venomously
debilitating boredoms; favorite workshop,
An idle stomach; is the satanically strangulating and atrociously
suppressing constipations; favorite workshop,
An idle shadow; is the insanely blood-curling and whimsically
sporadic tortures; favorite workshop,
An idle conscience; is the barbarously egregious and gorily
excoriating lies; favorite workshop,
An idle nostril; is the precariously pulverizing and perpetually
silencing deaths; favorite workshop,
An idle heart; is the frigidly sabbatical and ominously shriveling
traitors; favorite workshop,
And an idle mind; is the rapaciously maniacal and devastatingly
massacring devils; favorite workshop.

39. SPECTACULARLY MAJESTIC LIFE


As long as there was a relentless urge to drink the most
enthrallingly ecstatic elixirs of this fathomless planet;
marvelously satiate the infuriatingly irascible sensations in the
miserably parched throat,
As long as there was an ardent urge to intrepidly adventure
through the mystically redolent fields of enchanting life; be
mesmerized by the ebulliently passing winds to the most
unprecedented limits,
As long as there was an unflinching urge to zip through
fathomless bits of crystal blue space; feel tirelessly mollified by
the sensations of enthralling newness timelessly wandering in
the celestial atmosphere,
As long as there was an insatiable urge to get voraciously tickled
in the ribs; by bountifully tantalizing seductresses; triggering a

whirlpool of unsurpassable desire all throughout the fabric of


the everlasting night,
There was a desire to exhilaratingly breathe; there was a desire
to exist till times beyond infinite infinity; O! Yes there was
spectacularly majestic life.
1.
As long as there was an unprecedented urge to sight the
limitlessly panoramic beauty of this perennially bestowing
planet; replenish even the most infinitesimal of your beleaguered
senses with its unbelievably stupendous splendor,
As long as there was an unparalleled urge to benevolently share;
royally assimilate all goodness on this timelessly Samaritan
planet,
As long as there was an irrevocable urge to tirelessly procreate;
magnificently proliferate Gods most sacrosanct chapter of
creation and effulgent newness;
till the very last veritable breath that you exhaled,
As long as there was an incorrigible urge to artistically evolve;
intermingle even the most inconspicuous speck of your
countenance; with the winds of magically bestowing poetry,
There was a desire to fantastically breathe; there was a desire to
exist in astounding synergy with the belly of nature divine; O!
Yes there was perpetually insuperable life.
2.
As long as there was an intransigent urge to mischievously
cavort through rain soaked mud; soar surreally through the
mellifluously robust cocoon of silken clouds,
As long as there was an immutable urge to drown into the aisles
of endless sensuality; let the boundless oceans of connubial bliss
wholesomely transcend over your every priceless minute,

As long as there was an irretrievable urge to diffuse convivial


laughter; philanthropically ameliorate sadistically whiplashed
living kind; towards an
optimistically brilliant tomorrow,
As long as there was an infallible urge to handsomely replenish
the wildly reverberating pangs of hunger in your stomach; with
the miraculously healing
fruits of robust nature,
There was a desire to charismatically breathe; there was a
desire to exist perennially bonded with your eternal beloved; O!
Yes there was unconquerably emollient life.
3.
As long as there was an inexorable urge to unveil your eyes to
the rainbows of vivaciously burgeoning righteousness; forever
quell diabolically insidious crime with the waves of ubiquitous
peace and synergistic humanity,
As long as there was an irrefutable urge to clasp hand in hand
and walk fearlessly forward; stand peerlessly tall to defend the
cause of blazingly patriotic truth,
As long as there was an unending urge to embellish the body like
a newly-wedded bride; live and let live like an unshakable
prince; even though were about to abjure
from every kingly pleasure of survival,
As long as there was an intractable urge to earn your very own
livelihood; royally fend for your own body and bone; without
being a salaciously decrepit parasite on lame orphanages and
kin,
There was a desire to unchallangably breathe; there was a
desire to exist forever huddled as a child in the impregnable lap
of your heavenly mother; O! Yes there
was pristinely magical life.

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

Even the most opulently diamond studded candle had to


ludicrously melt itself first; before culminating into a beam of
priceless hope; in the forlornly cadaverous and starless night,
Even the most unequivocally scintillating of mirror had to
shatter itself into an infinite fragments of nothingness first;
before it could reflect the most unbiasedly truthful and
unconquerable image of eternal righteousness,
Even the most holistically ever-pervading goddess had to
peerlessly cross the austerely blazing fires first; before proving
to her husband that she was an
unparalleled apostle of unshakable faithfulness and humanity,
Even the most beautifully burgeoning soil had to disastrously
puncture itself with seeds first; before miraculously sprouting
into the royally untainted fruits of unflinchingly mesmerizing
humanity,
Even the most melodiously resting mind had to uncontrollably
fantasize first; before incredulously mollifying each of its
restlessly howling dormitories with inevitably gratifying siesta,
Even the most compassionately inhaling sheep had to
mercilessly shave their skins first; before ubiquitously imparting
entities of every fraternity; with unconquerably convivial
warmth,
Even the most stupendously fragrant roses had to face the
onslaught of a limitless vituperative insects on their petals first;
before perpetuating an unprecedented gorge of egalitarian
scent; in the hearts of one and all organism; sacredly alike,
Even the most articulately ingratiating magician had to drown
himself into a spell of tirelessly flawless concentration first;
before spawning a hall of brilliantly
unfettered magic,
Even the most irrefutably spotless conscience had to transcend
over a trillion treacherously derogatory lies first ; before
timelessly proliferating into an unceasing cosmos of
Omnipresently bestowing justice,

Even the most pricelessly inimitable of inventions had to lick


lugubriously meaningless dirt and shit first; before handsomely
enlightening the entire planet with
light of regally dazzling newness,
And even the most immortal of love and life had to embrace a
fathomless deaths in the coffins of indiscriminately excoriating
hell first; before blossoming into an insuperably ever-pervading
atmosphere of prosperity; divinity and endlessly
symbiotic paradise.

41. THE TRUEST KING


Just philandering through the unfathomably embellished
interiors of the palace; doesnt make you even one iota of a
prince at all,
He who might be breathing in an infinitesimally dingy hole; but
yet obeying the principles of timelessly unequivocal and
synergistic simplicity; epitomizes gloriously unparalleled
kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just adorning your fingers with the costliest of rings and
glittering diamonds of the earth; doesnt make you even one
speck of a prince at all,
He who might be walking barefoot without even a roof to
sequester his scalp; but yet beautifully bonding with every
fraternity of living kind handsomely alike; epitomizes brilliantly
insuperable kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just unrelentingly rolling through mountains of unsurpassable
gold while nonchalant snores emanated from your mouth;
doesnt make you even one whisker of

a prince at all,
He who might be wandering without a cloth on his
uncontrollably shivering body; but yet kissing the sacrosanct soil
which had pricelessly evolved him; epitomizes unshakably royal
kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just endlessly partying in under waterfalls of the most opulent of
wine; cavorting with the most emolliently tantalizing fairies on
this earth; doesnt make you even one shadow of a prince at all,
He who might be without a mercurial morsel of food in his
stomach; but yet altruistically offering every droplet of his blood
to mitigate hedonistically tyrannized humanity; epitomizes
unassailably peerless kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just uncontrollably massacring everything that came into your
hands; at your own whimsically eccentric will; doesnt make you
one impression of a prince at all,
He who might be profusely drenched in nothing but ordinarily
colorless sweat all day and night; but yet holistically frolicking
with and indefatigably admiring the panoramic treasures of
Nature divine; epitomizes impregnably unflinching kinghood; is
indeed the truest king.
Just fostering a cornucopia of the most sagaciously rarest
literature in the world; unceasingly smoking the highest quality
cigar in your library while countless slaved for you outside;
doesnt make you one grain of a prince at all,
He who might be sporadically hurled in by the unsparingly
violent sea tides; but yet harnessing each alphabet of his writing
with the fragrance of unconquerably blissful truth; epitomizes
triumphantly eternal kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just making the entire planet dance at the tips of your
snobbishly sullen fingers; using disastrously nuclear and atomic
power to its vindictive best; doesnt make you one breath of a
prince at all,
He who might be inevitably nearing his dreaded corpse; but yet
fervently working towards uniting the acrimoniously estranged
planet into the religion of unbreakable humanity; epitomizes
celestially effulgent kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

Just adorning your spurious skin with the earths greatest


perfumes; toasting to your feckless success while countless
licked the squalidness of your anarchist shoe; doesnt make you
one ingredient of a prince at all,
He who might be hoisting unimaginable tonnes of garbage on his
head for indispensable survival; but yet compassionately
parenting every infant dreadfully
orphaned on this globe; epitomizes wonderfully ebullient
kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just inhaling the most sensuously untainted flowers in your
palatial gardens for a second; and then making them the
mincemeat of your toweringly decrepit feet;
doesnt make you one wink of a prince at all,
He who might be unstoppably bleeding under the attack of
sadistically cannibalistic parasites; but yet ardently leaning
forward to protect the divinely redolence of his selfless mother
till his very last breath; epitomizes indomitably perpetual
kinghood; is
indeed the truest king.
And just floating in the aisles of silken luxury for times
immemorial; liberating the hideously entrapped sensuality in
your body to the most unprecedented limits; doesnt make you
one cranny of a prince at all,
He who might be truculently shattered to an infinite pieces by
the disparagingly conventional society; but yet solely following
the innermost tunes of his heart
and ubiquitously disseminating the spirit of immortal love in
every organism alike; epitomizes fathomlessly perennial
kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

42. TIME
The more you tried to stringently control it; the more it
rampantly slipped away from your invincible grasp,
The more you tried to irrevocably stop it; the more it
uncontrollably sped past the corridors of unceasingly
unfathomable infinite infinity,
The more you tried to chauvinistically govern it; the more it
inevitably took an insuperable grip upon even the most
inconspicuous element of your destiny,
The more you tried to irretrievably compress it; the more it
rebounded back towards the aisles of boundless eternity; forever
and ever and ever,
The more you tried to truculently asphyxiate it; the more it
uninhibitedly gallivanted like a majestic lion; for whom sky was
the only veritable limit,
The more you tried to transcend beyond it; the more it left you a
billion kilometers lagging behind; the instant you dared alight
your nimble foot,
The more you tried to invidiously poison it; the more it sprouted
afresh in a countless rejuvenatingly new forms; from a countless
directions which you could never ever perceive,
The more you tried to chauvinistically incarcerate it; the more it
unequivocally flew in the skies of unparalleled freedom; for
centuries and moments immemorial,
The more you tried to torturously tie it; the more euphorically it
leapt towards the paradise of Omnipotently silken freedom;
magnificently attuning all humanity to the pragmatic essence of
blissful existence,

The more you tried to bury it fathomless feet in the graveyards


of hell; the more it profoundly perpetuated its insuperable grip
upon every echelon of blessed living kind,
The more you tried to hedonistically distort it; the more it
evolved into its unbelievably redolent grace; with the heavens of
unassailable truth
written all over it,
The more you tried to abhorrently erase it; the more it
unflinchingly burgeoned; into a fountain of invincibly redolent
sagaciousness,
The more you tried to uncouthly repel it; the more it intractably
embedded itself to every quintessentially happening aspect of
your vibrant life,
The more you tried to make it derogatorily sedentary; the more
it tirelessly ticked; not resting even an ethereal instant even
after every organism on this earth had wholesomely
extinguished,
The more you tried to satanically bribe it; the more it
unstoppably blazed into an unprecedented gorge of patriotic
truth and triumphant selflessness,
The more you tried to salaciously recycle it; the more it
iridescently blossomed into unending newness; for moments
beyond an infinite more births yet to unveil,
The more you tried to dastardly retract it; the more it jubilantly
galloped towards the chapters of victoriously enchanting
proliferation; eternally continuing Gods enthrallingly wonderful
creation,
The more you tried to cold-bloodedly murder it; the more it
spawned into bounteously everlasting prosperity; enlightening
every organism alive with the
magic of spell binding optimism,
The more you tried to lethally silence it; the more it boisterously
permeated the true spirit of endlessly God-gifted existence; to
continents fathomlessly diversified; far and wide,

O! Yes and try as hard as you could; you simply wouldnt be able
control it; you simply wouldnt able to stop it till the time you
breathe and even after; for thats how it has forever been; thats
how it is and by the grace of God shall forever be; O! Yes
believe it or not; but that for you is royally unconquerable time.

43. HOW THE HELL CAN YOU EVER DARE ?


Can you ever dare to call enchantingly mesmerizing fantasy; as
dastardly unemployed; even in the most inanely bizarre of your
dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call timelessly burgeoning innovation; as
ghastily unemployed; even in the most treacherously delinquent
of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call unsurpassably untamed sensuality; as
murderously unemployed; even in the most sadistically
remorseful of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call ubiquitously compassionate
brotherhood; as salaciously unemployed; even in the most
tyrannically incarcerating of your dreams ?

Can you ever dare to call blissfully symbiotic environment; as


abjectly unemployed; even in the most hedonistically cadaverous
of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the rhapsodically eternal seawave; as
derogatorily unemployed; even in the most nefariously perverted
of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the impeccably unconquerable lap of
the divine mother; as satanically unemployed; even in the most
torridly truculent of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent clouds in the sky; as
maliciously unemployed; even in the most acrimoniously
venomous of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the redolently Omnipresent rose; as
lethally unemployed; even in the most cold-bloodedly
bludgeoning of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the magically fructifying dewdrops; as
preposterously unemployed; even in the most demonically
unceremonious dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the resplendently shimmering stars; as
debasingly unemployed; even in the most deliriously lugubrious
of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the mystically rubicund cheeks; as
brutally unemployed; even in the most sardonically castigated of
your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the pristinely newborn child; as
perfidiously unemployed; even in the most brazenly idiosyncratic
of dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the vivaciously exuberant peacock; as
ignominiously unemployed; even in the most invidiously sinister
of your dreams ?

Can you ever dare to call the aisles of everlasting paradise; as


vituperatively unemployed; even in the most egregiously
embittered of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the seductively crimson crested
nightingale; as horrendously unemployed; even in the most
cannibalistically prurient of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call priceless streams of quintessentially
perennial water; as horrifically unemployed; even in the most
nonchalantly slavering of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the impregnably cardinal blacks of the
eye; as lackadaisically unemployed; even in the most insidiously
squandering of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the invincibly sequestering mountains;
as unabashedly unemployed; even in the most perilously
withering of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent seeds sown in
emollient soil; as baselessly unemployed; even in the most
profanely deteriorating of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the unceasingly enlightening rays of
the Sun; as pugnaciously unemployed; even in the most
capriciously flagrant of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the perpetual caverns of life-bestowing
breath; as dangerously unemployed; even in the most ominously
disoriented of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call royally peerless artistry; as fecklessly
unemployed; even in the most haughtily sanctimonious of your
dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the religion of unassailable humanity;
as regretfully unemployed; even in the most obsoletely livid of
your dreams ?

Can you ever dare to call the crops spawning miraculously from
mother soil; as diabolically unemployed; even in the most
corruptly sodomized of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the heaven of immortally insuperable
love; as parsimoniously unemployed; even in the most
unscrupulously wastrel of your dreams ?
Therefore how the hell can you ever dare to call a poet whose
every ingredient of crimson blood is composed of nothing else
but all of the above, and an infinite more astoundingly
benevolent sensitivity; as threadbarely unemployed; even in the
most hatefully stagnating of your dreams ?
44. THE ULTIMATE LOVE
My eyes were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
gargantuan planet could read them; could explicitly decipher the
emotions in their impeccable whites,
But the ultimate impression on their moistened periphery; was
the immortal image of your Omnipotently blessed life.
My lips were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
fathomless planet could read them; could fecklessly frolic and
insurmountably tantalize them,
But the ultimate kiss on their rubicund contours; was the
unconquerably truthful imprint of your altruistically peerless
life.
My palms were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
gigantic planet could read them; could joyously trace the
sensuous folds of succulent skin curled delectably within,
But the ultimate destiny on their humble trajectory; was every
perennially fructifying moment of your philanthropically
symbiotic life.
My shoulders were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
limitless planet could read them; could uninhibitedly perch upon
them to give holistic reprieve to their pathetically exhausted
legs,

But the ultimate strength on their obeisant bones; was the


unequivocally blazing tenacity of your righteously emollient life.
My perspiration was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
tireless planet could read it; could joyously splash it towards the
regale curtains of emerald sky,
But the ultimate fragrance in its gregarious sparkle; was the
benevolently persevering energy of your inexhaustibly
proliferating life.
My face was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
insuperable planet could read it; could embellish it with the
jewels and paraphernalia of their choice,
But the ultimate smile on its innocuously unfettered exteriors;
was the victoriously effulgent stride of your timelessly endowing
life.
My skin was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this endless
planet could read it; could salaciously make it a nimble prey of
their rapaciously uncontrollable desire,
But the ultimate sensation on its diminutively wrinkled persona;
was the indomitably untamed enchantment of your spell
bindingly artistic and surreally titillating life.
My shadow was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
ever-pervading planet could read it; could feast in its gloriously
mollifying tranquility to shield the blistering rays of the
unsparing afternoon Sun,
But the ultimate euphoria on its inscrutably elongated
silhouette; were the infinite shades of tirelessly benign freshness
of your marvelously aristocratic life.
My conscience and breath were a wholeheartedly open book;
anyone on this unstoppable planet could read them; could bask
in the glory of their divinely
unadulterated exhilaration for an infinite more lifetimes,
But the ultimate signature on their quintessential fabric; was the
symbiotically humanitarian bonding of your pristinely
unassailable life.
And my heart was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
countless planet could read it; could surreptitiously pilfer its

passion to delightfully ignite their every salaciously


impoverished night,
But the ultimate love on each of its unnervingly ardent beats;
was the impregnably Godly breath of your panoramically
perpetual life.

45. MUSIC: THE FOOD FOR LIFE


Music is an enchanting reverie which never ends; inundating
your dying soul with perpetual happiness,

Music is a mesmerizing bird which keeps soaring endlessly


through the mystical clouds; nostalgically transiting you back
into realms of impeccable childhood,
Music is a resplendent star in the cosmos; which incessantly
keeps rejuvenating withering lives from the brink of despairing
extinction,
Music is a tantalizing whisper which astoundingly proliferates in
the mind as each second unveiled; truly escalating the spirit of
existence,
Music is a poignant panacea for the most inexplicable of ailment;
profoundly blending the rhythm of the passionate heart with all
the goodness prevailing in
the atmosphere,
Music is a wave of euphoric rhapsody; which washes away all
those sins; you may have inadvertently stumbled upon,
Music is a profusely redolent rose; uninhibitedly disseminating
its scent to whomsoever who wanted to inhale it,
Music is the invincible ladder to ebullient success; propelling
you to rise from the obnoxious ashes; everytime you
horrendously faltered in your step,
Music is a vivacious rainbow; deluging mundane survival with
compassionate loads of vibrant color and charm,
Music is a captivating fountain; bestowing each life it besieged
with a festoon of emphatic melody,
Music is the most effusive form of expression; stirring the most
inner most recesses of the conscience to unbelievably
unprecedented limits,
Music is more gorgeous than the voluptuous shadow; unfurling
an unsurpassable tale of tantalizing mystery in each of its tunes,

Music is the most immaculate sound which a tangible organism


could ever emanate; the most sacrosanct tune; which
perpetually unites one and all; alike,
Music is a seductive trail that leads to the most marvelously
tingling fantasy; a dream which only the angels in the heavens
could coalesce with and conceive,
Music is a indomitable protagonist; absorbing even the most
infinitesimal trace of acrimonious hostility; in the swirl of its
tenacious pulse,
Music is a magnificently surreal cloud which relentlessly rains;
blessing the lives of countless with the essence of its sacred
grace,
Music is a velvety feather which not only triggers an untamed
exultation in breathless identities; but rekindles them to lead a
myriad of infinite more exciting lives,
Music is the religion you believe in; the language in which your
very first ancestor used to merrily converse,
Music is the solitary ray of dazzling light in the preposterously
morbid tunnel; engendering you to emerge victorious in the
Herculean struggle called life,
Music is an arrow which hits its target completely blindfolded;
rises as the uncrowned prince; even as the entire planet headed
towards inevitably disdainful destruction,
Music is an intriguingly innocuous child; that stays forever
young even after undergoing an incomprehensible battalion of
deaths,
Music is the insurmountable spice which foments even the dead
to rise from their graves; dance in stupendously sultry winds in
the throes of moonlit midnight,
Music is the most wonderful entertainment bereft of a single
penny; and yet amazingly reinvigorating the entire system with
blissful synergies that the body had always desired,

Music is the sparkle of ones eye; the glow which every


personality radiates in the most divinely contented stage of life,
Music is the whistling air you breathe; the ecstatic spurts of
energy you expend while trespassing on every path of life; the
celestial flurry of smiles on your countenance as you are
enthralled by the creation of God,
Music is indeed the reason why you live; the reason why you will
always choose to love; or shall we say music is the irrefutable
food for life.

46. THE WORLD OUTSIDE


When I was just born; freshly emanating the first cry of my life,
The world outside seemed an obsolete haze to my eyes; which
searched frantically amidst all alien; for my place in this vast
globe.
When I grew up a trifle; the bones impregnated in my persona
now molding their way beneath my skin,
The world outside seemed to be as raw as the ethereal rays of
vespered dawn; and my eyes were lost in profusely absorbing
the magnificent beauty of this enchanting Universe.
When I bounced and frolicked in the lawns of kindergarten; just
learning to
converse with my elders,
The world outside seemed to be stupendously blossoming to my
eyes; and I inadvertently stumbled upon more than a million
things every unfurling minute.
When I catapulted into my teens; the crimson blood incarcerated
in my veins circulating faster than thunderbolts of white
electricity,

The world outside seemed an island of untamed romance to my


eyes; with my heartbeats insatiably longing for the ultimate love
of my life.
When I stepped into the corridors of robust youth; a fleet of
exhilarated muscle now leaving a poignant impression on my
rubicund flesh,
The world outside seemed a manipulative playground to my
eyes; with an insurmountable desire to earn my own bread now
overwhelming everything else prevailing in the atmosphere.
When I bonded into threads of holy matrimony; taking a
sacrosanct vow in front of the Creator; to walk stepby step with
my newly embellished bride,
The world outside seemed a blend of fantasy and pragmatic
reality to my eyes; with each hour at work; tumultuously
reinvigorating my desire to spend countless hours under
compassionately fiery breath under pearly midnight.
When I procreated new blood of my own; a flurry of God's most
mesmerizing creation nestling innocuously on my shoulders,
The world outside seemed a fabulous paradise to my eyes; and
even though I was unfathomably penurious; the innocent voices
of my children catapulted me
infinite kilometers beyond blissful heaven.
When I inevitably had to taste disdainfully crippling old age; the
color of my skin now painstakingly withering towards thin wisps
of remote oblivion,
The world outside seemed an acrimonious thorn to my eyes; with
the very people whom I had fostered in my times of Herculean
strength; now trampling indiscriminately over my integrity.
And when I was about to take my last breath; horrifically
writhing in unsurpassable agony to bid my last adieu to this
planet,
The world outside seemed like when I was just born to my eyes;
everything so fresh; everything so hazy; everything so me; and
even though I died; I felt that the chapter of existence had begun
once again.

47. CAREERS IN LOVE


For careers in computers; a profound understanding of intricate
hardware and software; was an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in dentistry; a sagaciously comprehensive insight
into the intriguing chemistry of teeth; was an indispensable
prerequisite,

For careers in teaching; an elaborate perception regarding the


subject to be taught; was an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in modeling; a stupendously enchanting
countenance with streaks of blistering flamboyance; were an
indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in journalism; a discerning eye comprehending
myriad strata's of the society; was an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in palmistry; a mystical analysis of the handsomely
enigmatic bifurcations of the palm; was an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in commercial business; prudently sound grasping of
the laws of management compounded with skills of astute
manipulation; were an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in gardening; a fabulous conception of the fraternity
of soil and water used; as an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in acting; an undaunting attitude to face the camera;
blended with emotions fulminating from the innermost soul;
were an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in sky gazing; an overwhelmingly abhorrent dislike
for leading life coalesced with incredulously profuse
nonchalance; was an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in speed racing; an outrageous propensity for
treacherous terrains; alongwith a penchant for adventurously
tingling danger; was an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in boxing; a battalion of muscle intrepidly ready to
confront the mightiest of onslaught on this earth; was an
indispensable prerequisite,

For careers in advertising; an innovative cognition of clients and


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

48. COMPLETE
Even if infinite eyes of mine made a single blind person see; I
would consider my life to be endowed,
Even if infinite ears of mine made a single deaf person hear; I
would consider my life blissfully divine,
Even if infinite legs of mine made a single maimed person run; I
would consider my life higher than the sacrosanct skies,
Even if infinite smiles of mine made a single orphan oblivious to
the definition of pain; I would consider my life richer than all
wealth assimilated on this planet,
Even if infinite voices of mine made a single dumb person speak;
I would consider my life to be as celestial as the dancing fairies,
Even if infinite muscles of mine made a single deprived person
strong; I would consider my life in perfect synchronization with
the divine master who had created it,
Even if infinite teeth of mine made a single old person
scrupulously chew his meals; I would consider my life achieving
the ultimate it had been created for,

Even if infinite hair of mine made a single shivering person


regain his warmth; I would consider my life more tenacious than
any storm,
Even if infinite shadows of mine made a single person brutally
widowed find a home; I would consider my life as sacred as the
lap of my heavenly mother,
Even if infinite salutes of mine made a single person shamefully
slithering on the ground feel like a king; I would consider my life
the most cherished gift wandering on this Universe,
Even if infinite tears of mine made a single satanic person accept
the chapter of humanity; I would consider my life a beautiful
flower whose essence never withers,
Even if infinite fantasies of mine made a single mad person
wholesomely blissful; I would consider my life a paradise on
which the angels tread,
Even if infinite tunes of mine made a single lost person
remember his impeccable childhood; I would consider my life
more privileged than countless more births
to unveil,
Even if infinite droplets of my blood made a single wounded
person bounce back to euphoric life; I would consider my life to
be the most treasured gold on this fathomless earth,
Even if infinite days of mine made a single slaved person see
brilliantly infallible beams of sunlight; I would consider my life in
splendid harmony with the marvelous fruits of mother nature,
Even if infinite kisses of mine made a single lecherous person
savor the goodness of care; I would consider my life bereft of the
tiniest of acrimonious thorn,
Even if infinite hearts of mine made a single monotonous person
love; I would consider myself more blessed than the saints
meditating for years in obsolete wilderness,

And if infinite breaths of mine made a single dead person


rhapsodically galloping under the sky and fully alive; I would
consider my life more marvelous than Omnipotent spirit of
existence and complete.

49. ON MY OWN FEET


Dont place me in a morbid graveyard; dolorously inundated with
perpetually lifeless souls,
Keep me instead in an island replete with boisterously bouncing
children; effusively releasing themselves every instant into the
full spirit of mesmerizing existence.
Dont place me in a hideously diabolical dungeon; brimming
perilously to the soil with treacherously lifeless cobwebs,

Keep me instead in a fathomless field blossoming with scented


flower; profusely diffusing their heavenly odor to catapult me
into a world of insurmountable fantasy.
Dont place me in disdainfully monotonous chains of pragmatic
life; with each unleashing second punctuating me like a
thousand insidious needles all over my nimble body,
Keep me instead in a torrential cloudburst of exotic fantasy;
voluptuously unfolding its boundless shades after the Sun had
disappeared to give way to the
grandiloquently star studded night.
Dont place me on the luminous dial of the incessantly ticking
grandfather clock; reminding me every moment of the time left
until my abdication of breath,
Keep me instead in the lap of my mother; which made me
immortally feel that I was only an unscrupulous child ever since
the time this earth was created.
Dont place me in freezing caves harbored in the heart of the
avalanche; metamorphosing passionately crimson blood in my
veins; into stoically white ice,
Keep me instead for perennial decades in the arms of my
beloved; triggering infernos of untamed desire in each strand of
my skin; as the Sun blazed like a dynamite
in vivaciously blue sky.
Dont place me in abhorrently obnoxious pages of medieval
literature; crippling my wandering mind with a mind-boggling
labyrinth of innumerable dates,
Keep me instead in fabulously seductive tunnels of poetry;
propelling me to soar like a handsome eagle through mists of
desire; even as I lay on the brink of absolute extinction.
Dont place me in a well deluged with greazy oil; inevitably
fomenting me to trip on every step I alighted,
Keep me instead on a euphorically rhapsodic carpet of
enchanting grass; on which I rolled till times beyond creation;
dreaming about all the mesmerizing beauty on
this planet.

Dont place me behind the match box shaped table of mahogany;


clerically signing a thousand letters every day; till the last day of
my survival,
Keep me instead abreast the mystically swimming sharks;
fighting fanatically for each of my breath; and yet at the same
time profoundly savoring; the true essence of precious life.
And dont place me like a parasite on the doorstep of my
parents; right since the first cry of my birth tothe final draught
of air I exhaled,
Keep me instead O! Almighty Lord on my own feet; immediately
after I galloped past the threshold of immaculate childhood;
illuminating the eyes of my kin with fireballs of pride; for the son
they had so dearly harnessed with their very own blood.

50. JUST A BIG ZERO


Try impregnating it between L & VE; and you have the most
enchanting word ever; in this fathomlessly sprawling universe,
Try adding just a solitary digit to its rotund persona; and you
have a numeral which exuberantly commences the chapter of
mystically enigmatic numerology,
Try rolling it down the hills with a thoroughly jaded stick; and I
am sure you would catapult back into memories of nostalgically
impeccable childhood,
Try hurling it in free space; and it traversed magnificently like a
majestic eagle; royally flirting in the air; before landing on the
stupendously voluptuous carpet of
verdant grass,
Try embossing it after the last digit of your parsimonious check;
and witness the impoverished account swell to dynamically
kingly proportions,
Try slipping it over your countenance; and it
engulfs you for times immemorial; in its invincibly fascinating
grip,
Try writing it infinite no. of times on a barren page; and you
suddenly have the paper staring back at you; profusely pepped
up with volatile life,
Try shouting it hysterically down the boundlessly deep gorge;
and you inevitably feel a wave of tantalizing freshness;
encapsulate your profoundly frazzled senses,

Try overwhelmingly concentrating at the face of a new born


child; and you'll find its innocuously charismatic impression
wandering in abundance,
Try compressing it just an inconspicuous trifle; and you'll get a
line as straight as an arrow; ready to perpetuate infinite
kilometers above the gorgeous clouds,
Try blowing a euphorically melodious whistle which stirred
insurmountable chords of seduction in the morbid winds around;
and you'll see it appear on the perfectly open contours of your
lips,
Try placing it over every 1; and you'll find the integer simmer in
unfathomable ardor; with poignant empathy radiating till times
beyond eternity from its caricature,
Try molding countless rings of it in rampantly asymmetrical
rows; and you'll soon evolve a delectable tunnel which; rekindles
the passions of your diminishing soul,
Try glimpsing it on the time piece of the disastrously crude
bomb; and you'll hardly have time to reminisce the glorious
moments of your life; as the contraption blasted through walls of
senility; propelling obnoxious smoke to curl up
menacingly towards the sky,
Try sketching it on a lackadaisically rustic bored face; and you'd
naturally diffuse into spurts of uninhibited laughter; as the entity
miraculously metamorphosed into a clown,
Try viewing the gargantuan Universe through it; and you'll find
everything beautifully in focus; marvelously harmonious and
synchronized like never before,
Try embodying it after every feasibly conceivable sentence; and
believe me this infinitesimal dot; was enough to put an immortal
end to it for decades unsurpassable,
Try embracing it at any juncture of your life; and you'll feel the
wave of pretentious pompousness wholesomely disappear from

your visage; realize your diminutive presence in front of the


Almighty Lord,
And inspite of all this; if you still ridicule that the number I was
talking about was just a big zero; then I irrefutably invite you to
think again.

The End .

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