Life = Death - volume 5 - Poems on Life , Death

Life = Death – volume 5 – Poems on Life , Death

By Nikhil Parekh

[ Note - Currently I seek a traditional publisher for the publication of my above mentioned Book , 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 in the eBook format from Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh . 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 . GOD’S grace on me . i am nothing infront of GOD . i am nothing infront of GOD’S 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 indianpoetnikhilparekh@gmail.com ] . I am Nikhil 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 India’s 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 browse my varied Books , my awards and my National records in Poetry .

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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 Poet’s 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 5 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. A GIFT CALLED LIFE 2. LIVE AND LET LIVE 3. NO GHOSTS 4. LIFE AND DEATH 5. HEAVENLY SENSUOUSNESS 6. WHETTING APPETITE FOR LOVE 7. LIFE IS A LOVEBIRD 8. ARTISTS VERSUS TYCOONS 9. NO OVERTAKING 10. THE CRY OF THE HEART 11. MAKE ME IMMUNE 12. BE FANATIC 13. EVERY LIFE IS EMPTY 14. EVERLASTING BEATS 15. MORE STRANGER 16. MY IMPOVERISHED LIFE 17. HATCHING OPEN 18. EACH LIFE LOVES 19. ART AND MANIPULATION 20. ULTIMATE REALITY 21. NEWNESS 22. FROM THE DEVIL’S PERSPECTIVE 23. AN INFINITE TIMES BETTER 24. A WHOLE NEW CHAPTER 25. Q & A 26. LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL 27. THE GREATEST SIN 28. I SIMPLY DIDN’T WANT TO WASTE MY TODAY 29. LEAD LIFE LIKE A MAN 30. BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE ?

31. IT REALLY DOESN’T MATTER 32. LIFE SHOULDN’T SLIP AND FLY 33. INFINITE INFINITY 34. TO THE SERVICE OF MANKIND 35. IF YOU REALLY HAD THE URGE TO CLEAN SOMETHING 36. I STILL HAD LIFE 37. WHAT MADE YOU EVER THINK

38. I LIVE BECAUSE 39. CLICK 40. IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU 41. WHAT IS THE NEED OF ?

42. GIVE ME PERPETUAL DEATH INSTEAD 43. WHERE THERE IS NO LOVE 44. LIFE IS NOT A FEATURE FILM 45. WHAT WAS HAPPENING WRONG 46. THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THAT VOICE 47. OUR GREATEST RICHNESS 48. LIVE LIFE WHOLEHEARTEDLY 49. IF I HAD CLOSED MY BREATH YESTERDAY 50. THE GREATEST SIN

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

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

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

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

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

The ghost of the tortured slave; immutably chased all those devilish powerhouses; which had so gorily crucified his vivacious soul once upon a time; despicably invading his fountain of uninhibited freedom with chains of incarcerating prejudice, The ghost of the heinously disintegrated egg; murderously chased all those perilous vultures; who had so satanically smashed it once upon a time; remorsefully depriving it of even the most infinitesimal of chance to witness the mesmerizing planet outside, The ghost of the pointed cactus; incorrigibly chased all those grotesque mouths; which had so abominably looked down upon it once upon a time; treating it as a piece of insipid shit as they endeavored their best to make fun of it; all the time, The ghost of the stripped chicken; irrevocably chased all those heartless butchers; which had so cruelly decimated it once upon a time; converting it into a pool of pathetic blood just to titillate the spurious tongues; of countless alien, The ghost of the annihilated township; uncontrollably chased all those worthless politicians; who had so unimaginably bombarded it once upon a time; converting even the most diminutive cranny of its persona into a battlefield of blood; hatred and abhorrent war, The ghost of the isolated path; unflaggingly chased all those pompously inflated tycoons; who had so impudently rejected it once upon a time; transiting it into a living mortuary; just to prevent that extra bit of mud from infiltrating into their bombastically worthless shoes, The ghost of underprivileged children; inexhaustibly chased all those uselessly penalizing mavericks; who had so maliciously laughed upon their nimble demeanor; just because they were a shade stronger by the grace of Almighty Lord, The ghost of the traumatized seductress; unfathomably chased all those licentiously thwarting devils; who had so forcefully tied her in shackles of captivity once upon a time; cursing her song of tantalizing melody; with the cry of vengeful death, The ghost of the betrayed woman; doggedly chased all those perfidiously diseased impressions; which had so astutely trapped her once upon a time; transiently igniting the fires of unbelievable voluptuousness in her life; before ghoulishly shattering her for a countless more lives, But the seed of immortal love had no ghost; not even the most tiniest of sinister spirit to be afraid of; as it flowered into the most Omnipresent entrenchment of the divine; timelessly blossoming into the feathers of unshakable togetherness; even after all had died; even after the dying of unstoppable time.

4. LIFE AND DEATH As much enchantingly resplendent was the fabric of; perennially blossoming life, Insidiously penalizing and inexplicably frustrating; were the pathetically dwindling chapters of disastrously gory death.

As much blissfully proliferating was the garden of; vivaciously Omnipotent life, Horrifically crucifying and despicably stagnating; were the coffin nails of remorsefully fretting death.

As much irrefutably truthful was the wind of; exhilaratingly ebullient life, Dolorously manipulative and abhorrently lecherous; were the flagrantly foul gutters of ruthlessly asphyxiating death.

As much patriotically sparkling was the complexion of; vibrantly bountiful life, Salaciously impeding and vehemently whipping; were the stinking graveyards of indescribably orphaned death.

As much refreshingly appetizing was the gorge of; astoundingly mesmerizing life, Lethally lambasting and forlornly decaying; were the satanic gallows of invidiously stifling death.

As much tantalizingly silken was the mist of; enchantingly triumphant life, Cold-bloodedly massacring and vindictively venomous; were the lackluster corpses of ghastily sullen death.

As much exotically enticing was the meadow of; vibrantly titillating life, Gruesomely parasitic and tyrannically torturous; were the mortifying gutters of despicably abominable death.

As much poignantly perpetual was the bond of; fascinatingly blissful life, Lecherously lashing and diabolically pulverizing; were the cacophonic skeletons of grotesquely savage death.

As much celestially placating was the reverie of; gorgeously marvellous life, Blatantly corrupt and meaninglessly ungainly; were the hopeless dungeons of disparagingly derogatory death.

As much ravishingly sensuous was the heaven of; scintillatingly Omniscient life,

Ghoulishly indiscriminate and traumatically hideous; were the nonchalant worms of bizarrely rotten death.

As much innocuously sacred was the cradle of; bountifully proliferating life, Ominously crippling and preposterously dastardly; were the lackadaisically disappearing shadows of obsoletely jinxed death.

As much timelessly compassionate was the path of; victoriously blazing life, Licentiously withering and regretfully castigating; were the heinously endless curses of drearily dolorous death.

As much regally ubiquitous was the essence of; Omnipresently magnetic life, Baselessly stunted and horrifically wailing; were the pernicious maelstroms of sordidly demonic death.

As much flamboyantly glittering was the cistern of; vividly eclectic life, Worthlessly lazing and sardonically stunted; were the prejudiced whiplashes of criminally castrating death.

As much beautifully harmonious was the tonic of; Omnipotently bestowing life, Hatefully hunchbacked and ambiguously stinging; were the hypocrite stones of disdainfully ostracizing death.

As much holistically eternal was the rainbow of; everlastingly blissful life, Truculently sucking and maliciously distorted; were the sinister tunes of mercilessly snapping death.

As much graciously charismatic was the wall of; unshakably patriotic life, Insanely bereaved and uxoriously fiendish; were the prurient rides of idiosyncratically feckless death.

As much marvellously bequeathing was the cloudburst of; unconquerably untamed life, Irately impudent and obnoxiously sultry; were the rebuking waves of agonizingly suffocating death.

As much wonderfully fragrant was the jacket of; unassailably glorious life, Inconspicuously snobbish and punitively parsimonious; were the bellicose voices of vengefully woeful death.

As much supremely humanitarian was the armor of; perpetually affable life, Shiveringly morbid and abusively mercurial; were the ungainly tunes of devastatingly disintegrating death.

As much unsurpassably enthralling was the fortress of; unflinchingly intrepid life, Ludicrously cowardly and treacherously hollow; were the ignominious potholes of pugnaciously threadbare death.

As much invaluably Godly was the whistle of; never-endingly augmenting life, Haplessly destitute and unfathomably maimed; were the evil arms of relentlessly weeping death.

And as much fervently passionately was the beat of; immortally resplendent life, Brutally snatching and weirdly disfigured; were the barbarically blood-coated alphabets of unforgivably condemning death.

5. HEAVENLY SENSUOUSNESS Insatiably making me erupt into a garden of everlasting enthrallment; profusely blending each of my murderously devastated senses with the most bountiful paradise of the Lord Divine, Fantastically propelling me to indefatigably dance all night; inundate the curtain of ghastly blackness with the uninhibited frenzy of my tantalizing gyrations, Royally perpetuating each arena of my nimbly impoverished countenance; with unfathomable rivers of majestically titillating exuberance, Voluptuously unfurling even the most dolorously strangulated pores of my skin; to perennially coalesce with the clouds of enigmatically eluding fantasy, Such was the untamed inferno of my poignantly charismatic sensuousness; drowning me forever and ever and ever into an ocean of ardently silken desire.

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Fabulously mesmerizing me on every step that I transgressed; blazingly flooding each drearily diminishing nerve of mine with the eternal elixir of unparalleled excitement, Bountifully deluging my indolently stony eyeballs with marvelously ever augmenting exhilaration; impregnating in them an unsurpassable entrenchment of timeless desire, Divinely pacifying even the most infinitesimally disgruntled pore of my visage; with its sky of panoramically rejuvenating freshness, Unbelievably enchanting even the most lackadaisically loitering ingredient of my blood; profoundly embellishing my entire body with its of unending graciousness, Such was the unassailable heaven of my ravishing sensuousness; incessantly spiraling above the skies of unending yearning; perpetually drifting me solely towards the path of sparkling enticement.

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Miraculously instilling uninhibited spurts of ebullient lightening in my pathetically croaking voice; euphorically escalating it to wholesomely melange with a fountain of resplendent goodness, Piquantly adorning my nonchalantly fading lips with a flavor so intransigently regale; that I uncontrollably kissed even the most diminutive iota of rhapsody cascading freely in the beautiful atmosphere, Magnificently unveiling every bit of asphyxiated emotion brutally trapped in the innermost realms of my conscience; liberating my body into the aisles of celestially gallivanting freedom and far away from the uncouth vagaries of this treacherously manipulative planet,

Voraciously tickling each cranny of my miserably disheveled flesh; witnessing me ecstatically bounce way beyond the corridors of gloriously princely imagination, Such was the romantically fiery cistern of my silken sensuousness; aristocratically draping my mercurial form with the jubilant inebriation and patriotism of wonderful rhyme.

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Gorgeously incinerating my brain to fantasize beyond the land of the charmingly extraordinary; unrelentingly delving and exploring the territories of insatiably euphoric wilderness, Magically bestowing my penuriously dwindling aura with an unsurpassable festoon of melody; splendidly healing even the most inexplicably traumatic of my wounds, Compassionately caressing even the most parsimonious trace of frazzled agony round my body; with its winds of unshakably unprecedented belonging, Transiting me into the most astoundingly celestial reverie of my life; fabulously painting each of my dreams with the unending magic of God’s pricelessly proliferating creation, Such was the triumphant river of my spell binding sensuousness; resplendently harnessing every disastrously dithering element of my visage; with a wand of magically burgeoning intoxication and immortal enthrallment.

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

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

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

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

8. ARTISTS VERSUS TYCOONS Artists assimilated the vibrantly unfurling beauty of the atmosphere; majestically on the resplendent palette of their lives, Tycoons traded the same in the spuriously stinking stock markets; savagely marauding their bountiful fragrance in the web of indescribably salacious savagery.

Artists inundated vivaciously enamoring color even in the most dolorously deadened entities; spawning a civilization of ravishing sensuousness on even the most obsoletely decaying step that they tread, Tycoons ghastily buried live organisms into threadbare mud; erecting castles of their invidiously malicious wealth; upon unfathomably tyrannized blood and skull.

Artists wonderfully absorbed even the most infinitesimal iota of charismatic voluptuousness from the planet around; eternally making it the ravishing mascara of their philandering eyelashes, Tycoons ruthlessly boiled the same in cauldrons of manipulative malice; beheading man and animal barbarically alike; to bombastically toast for their nocturnal delights.

Artists insurmountably titillated even the coffins of penalizing midnight; with the stupendously enchanting melody in their vividly wandering sounds, Tycoons mercilessly invaded every speck of this gloriously palpitating Universe; with the overwhelmingly bizarre cacophony of lecherously crippling monotony.

Artists fulminated into an unsurpassable ocean of fantasy with every unveiling minute; tantalizing even the most alien mountains of absolution; with their beautifully mesmerizing footsteps, Tycoons fretted; fumed; made life an irascibly unforgiving hell for every entity around them; after stepping out of the realms of the dastardly superficial office.

Artists perpetuated a fathomless garden of spell binding fragrance on every single occasion that they exotically kissed mother earth; erupting into the flavor of timeless humanity for times immemorial; and with the consent of the Creator Divine, Tycoons tirelessly slithered their way through the gutters of crucifying corruption; asphyxiating the breath of countless innocent; in their quest for reaching the epitome of baselessly empty supremacy.

Artists treated every organism alive as an unshakably ubiquitous paradise; profoundly saluting the scintillating path of compassionate righteousness in every heart throbbing with enamoring life,

Tycoons parasitically lambasted the diminutively poor; uxoriously licked the sordid feet of the domineeringly rich; in their never-ending hunger to posses the ludicrously white collar; for a countless more lifetimes.

Artists irrefutably believed in the sacrosanct cradle of beautiful proliferation; timelessly evolving a township of astoundingly redolent newness in every conceivable direction; that they cast their intoxicating eyes, Tycoons deliberately impeded God’s most cherished process of procreation; on the meaningless pretext that their palaces of sleazily glittering gold; would become a trifle too overcrowded.

And Artists perpetually worshipped nothing else but love; love and perennial love; bonding with its heavenly spirit to immortalize the spirit of ingratiating life on this boundlessly gregarious earth, While tycoons insidiously broke hearts like a pack of soggy matchsticks; criminally philosophizing an insipidly emotionless environment; sanctimonious cigar smoke; raunchy vixen and wine; as the only mantra to forever survive.

9. NO OVERTAKING It was intransigently impossible to overtake the Omnipotent Sun; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably overwhelmed by an unfathomable entrenchment of perennially jubilant shine, It was intractably impossible to overtake the fathomless ocean; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outclassed by an unending festoon of undulating waves; thunderously sending me backwards; rollicking towards the cold rocks, It was irrevocably impossible to overtake the sensuous clouds; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably overshadowed by a mist of perpetually enthralling and untamed exhilaration, It was incorrigibly impossible to overtake the sacrosanct chapters of Creation; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outnumbered by the infinite rhapsodic cries of fresh birth; that had just unfurled, It was unbelievably impossible to overtake the scent of humanitarian goodness; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably engulfed with a cistern of invincibly spell binding righteousness, It was immutably impossible to overtake the assiduous unveiling of time; as every step that I took forward; irrefutably perpetuated even the most infinitesimal senses of my mind; body and soul with the undeniable spirit of pragmatically precious present, It was indefatigably impossible to overtake the township of heavenly mankind; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably overpowered by the unbreakable compassion of philanthropic oneness, It was irretrievably impossible to overtake the impregnable thread of truth; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably transcended by the insatiably enlightening inferno of unflinching solidarity, It was imperceptibly impossible to overtake the bountiful stride of the artist; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably incarcerated in a web of vivaciously everlasting seduction,

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

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

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

11. MAKE ME IMMUNE Don’t make me immune to resplendent emotions; but make me irrefutably immune to all those outrageously overruling them; brutally pulverizing them under a carpet of insidious monotony, Don’t make me immune to bountifully captivating beauty; but make me intransigently immune to all those mercilessly marauding and ruthlessly neglecting it, Don’t make me immune to fathomless lands of enchanting grass; but make me incorrigibly immune to all those diabolically spitting and barbarically chopping them, Don’t make me immune to undulating waves of the ravishing sea; but make me irrevocably immune to all those derogatorily adulterating and corrupting them with nuclear warfare, Don’t make me immune to the astoundingly Omnipotent scent of the gregarious lotus; but make me irretrievably immune to all those uncouthly devastating its stupendous serenity; with their swords of bizarre commercialism, Don’t make me immune to the majestically divine rays of the flamboyant Sun; but make me unsurpassably immune to all those lecherously castigating them for their sweltering shine, Don’t make me immune to tantalizingly spell binding fantasy; but make me irrevocably immune to all those invidiously massacring it with graveyards of abhorrent prejudice, Don’t make me immune to grandiloquently glittering gold coins; but make me intractably immune to all those pompously tossing them; rather than helping despicably beleaguered mankind, Don’t make me immune to melodiously singing birds; but make me unfathomably immune to all those tyrannically slitting their throats; to spuriously toast for surreptitious nocturnal delights, Don’t make me immune to the symbiotically harmonious religion of humanity; but make me unprecedentedly immune to all those invidiously infiltrating it with pathetically infinitesimal idiosyncrasies of caste; creed and discriminating color,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Each tongue satiates, Each demeanor shadows, Each root embeds, Each cow milks, Each glue sticks, Each mirror reflects, Each trend innovates, Each beauty enchants, Each destiny enthralls, Each embrace intimates, Each stare captivates, Each pearl scintillates, Each muscle fortifies, Each game rejuvenates, Each effort achieves, Each foot tramples, Each ambition drives, Each lie decimates, Each manipulation massacres, Each passion fulminates, Each wing flaps, Each journey explores, Each arrow wounds, Each talent blooms, Each mission idolizes, Each example symbolizes, Each joy celebrates, Each tear commiserates, Each emulation falsifies, Each experience realizes, Each desire erupts, Each benevolence proliferates, Each proof validates, Each violence rebels, Each sleep replenishes, Each idea metamorphoses, Each adjective enhances, Each antiseptic heals, Each parasite clings, Each insult pinches, Each nail scratches, Each dog barks, Each bee hums, Each duck quacks,

Each squirrel nibbles, Each feeling bonds, Each silence blesses, Each rebuke vomits, Each spider weaves, Each flame ignites, Each eraser rubs, Each brick constructs, Each dolphin delights, Each raspberry enthuses, Each acid burns, Each insinuation intrigues, Each leaf withers, Each snake hisses, Each pirate plunders, Each prince rules, Each enigma eludes, Each truth eternalizes, Each emblem patronizes, Each story modernizes, Each whip tyrannizes, Each raconteur soliloquizes, Each shackle traumatizes, Each beat pulsates, Each wine intoxicates, Each beam dazzles, Each sword slashes, Each advertisement beguiles, Each feather tickles, Each fire blazes, Each matchstick incinerates, Each droplet pacifies, Each complication tenses, Each sport recharges, Each whisper reverberates, Each model exposes, Each commodity sells, Each death depresses, Each height impresses, Each relationship harnesses, Each inspiration leads, Each medicine rehabilitates, Each knife cuts, Each noose strangulates,

Each tail wags, Each desert simmers, Each farmer ploughs, Each scepter protects, Each conviction delivers, Each ink embosses, Each fish swims, Each frog croaks, Each leech sucks, Each astringent cleans, Each wall defends, Each cream titillates, Each desire mellows, Each romance flowers, Each monster growls, Each lunatic frenzies, Each lover exultates, Each revolution perseveres, Each knot entangles, Each reward astonishes, Each cynosure reveals, Each impersonation cheats, Each coalition unites, Each sharing satisfies, Each yawn isolates, Each poking irritates, Each design synchronizes, Each dimension accurates, Each earthquake devastates, Each misdeed penalizes, Each thorn pierces, Each picture portrays, Each scowl abhors, Each lock incarcerates, Each key unveils, Each bone crunches, Each storm transcends, Each stream gurgles, Each fountain cascades, Each suspense chills, Each grave dooms, Each cuckoo sings, Each butterfly frolicks, Each chameleon changes,

Each sadist tortures, Each fist clenches, Each neck rotates, Each bank secures, Each handshake binds, Each repetition emphasizes, Each panther gallops, Each fox manipulates, Each froth tantalizes, Each caricature mocks, Each ride frees, Each hook captures, Each horizon expands, Each platform resurrects, Each foothold maneuvers, Each sheep bleats, Each fountain cascades, Each icecream cools, Each candle melts, Each rain stimulates, Each bicycle pedals, Each fossil recounts, Each chocolate ravishes, Each dragon snares, Each rat squeaks, Each sponge compresses, Each spring rebounds, Each thumbprint qualifies, Each age teaches, Each situation demands, Each nostalgia yearns, Each caress stirs, Each encouragement revives, Each elastic stretches, Each file stores, Each boundary limits, Each mouth speaks, Each wave ebbs, Each bliss bestows, Each salute respects, Each cancer debilitates, Each loss cripples, Each scenery fascinates, Each sunshine optimizes,

Each worm burrows, Each flamingo hibernates, Each crocodile pulverizes, Each voluptuous excites, Each lover sacrifices, Each possessive obsesses, Each support amalgamates, Each ant irritates, Each speck floats, Each politician promises, Each bat suspends, Each rendezvous intimates, Each spontaneity renews, Each marauding destructs, Each fever disorients, Each utopia incantates, Each burglar pilfers, Each bludgeon strikes, Each success inspires, Each imagination transpires, Each cheek blushes, Each greed empties, Each umbrella shelters, Each culture cares, Each smoke smolders, Each film stars, Each lick wets, Each melody enthralls, Each cognition triggers, Each meditation concentrates, Each cat meows, Each volcano erupts, Each tornado entrenches, Each python swallows, Each art expresses, Each word exemplifies, Each balance weighs, Each nerve connects, Each reflection magnifies, Each magnet attracts, Each philanthropism appreciates, Each demon intimidates, Each infant cries, Each balloon bursts,

Each beak pecks, Each envious condemns, Each dawn embellishes, Each infection spreads, Each massage recharges, Each host serves, Each tip epitomizes, Each soil cultivates, Each bomb devastates, Each enclosure obfuscates, Each garland felicitates, Each facility facilitates, Each goodness prevails, Each current electrocutes, Each toy plays, Each fairy marvels, Each window overlooks, Each eyeball moistens, Each trendsetter motivates, Each messiah ameliorates, Each pagan violates, Each mist obscures, Each pain perpetuates, Each humanitarian helps, Each oil greases, Each draught whistles, Each conscience guides, Each monotony exhausts, Each drama evokes, Each karma consecrates, Each religion cares, Each breath lives, Each heart palpitates, Each body relishes, Each existence decides, And each life loves.

19. ART AND MANIPULATION Art immortalizes, Manipulation wanders in realms of traumatized hell.

Art stupefies, Manipulation is a balloon of monotony which augments by the unfurling second.

Art mesmerizes, Manipulation rots in dungeons of stagnation.

Art fortifies, Manipulation collapses even before it rises from the ground.

Art blossoms, Manipulation is a vicious whirlwind which always recoils.

Art embraces, Manipulation strangulates beyond realms of suffocation.

Art showers, Manipulation salaciously dries every droplet of blood that serenely cascades.

Art tantalizes, Manipulation annihilates fantasy from its very roots.

Art symbolizes, Manipulation disdainfully infiltrates irrefutable truth.

Art innovates, Manipulation puts all dreams to an obnoxious standstill.

Art sings, Manipulation is the origin of all obstreperous abuse.

Art harbors, Manipulation ruins the mightiest to raw grains of inconspicuous ash.

Art unites, Manipulation profoundly dismantles the crux of blissful humanity.

Art enlightens, Manipulation perpetually fails to break the walls of despair.

Art smiles, Manipulation brutally sucks the tiniest trace of jubilation in life.

Art entices, Manipulation repels even the most horrendous battalion of mosquitoes.

Art intoxicates, Manipulation buries a man breathing celestially beneath his grave.

Art succeeds, Manipulation rots in corridors of gloom even after amassing unfathomable wealth.

Art blesses, Manipulation snatches the most cherished people from your life.

Art evolves, Manipulation puts dismal brakes to the captivating spell of newness and excitement.

Art ignites, Manipulation spills profuse nonchalance since the first cry of beautiful life.

Art dazzles, Manipulation extinguishes every trace of light basking in the glory of truth; on the trajectory of this boundless planet.

Art dedicates, Manipulation insidiously changes color every instant of the day; disappearing brusquely like a deceptive mirage; at the slightest of difficulty.

Art conquers, Manipulation devastates innocuous angels into lecherous parasites.

Art fulminates, Manipulation sequesters in horrifically dark vicinities of self imposed doom.

Art epitomizes, Manipulation melts treacherously into the aisles of nothingness as each minute unveils.

Art purifies, Manipulation adds dismal stains to the most sacrosanct of mothers milk.

Art intrigues, Manipulation satanically massacres your ability to think beyond spurious laws of management.

Art perceives, Manipulation is an invidiously sinister game; of one man trying to incessantly overtopple the other.

Art personifies, Manipulation slithers miserably on the devils blood coated footsteps.

Art frees, Manipulation commences and ends capsized in chains of abominable slavery.

Art reveres, Manipulation is a blatant expletive which emanates from the hedonistic mouth.

Art romanticizes, Manipulation extricates every diminutive iota of love trapped compassionately in the veins.

Art exultates, Manipulation jeopardizes the very roots of spell binding fantasy.

Art teaches, Manipulation evaporates holistic reminisces; to withered leaves never coming to life again.

Art unveils, Manipulation chops your wings even before you learn to fly.

Art ameliorates, Manipulation exacerbates even non existent pain to the most unprecedented limits.

Art defends, Manipulation surrenders even after reaching the absolute zenith of victory.

Art challenges, Manipulation trips you into the dungeon of pathetic cowardice for centuries immemorial.

Art mingles, Manipulation rips apart the most intimate of friends like obsoletely remote aliens.

Art rehabilitates, Manipulation poisons the most congenial seeds of love; to beyond the tenterhooks of extinction.

Art propagates, Manipulation pulverizes pearls of prudent wisdom before they diffuse from the rubicund lips.

Art magnifies, Manipulation shrinks the most impregnable of countenance to a stature less than the ants.

Art exemplifies, Manipulation slaughters all power of everlasting rhyme and perspicacious reasoning.

Art imparts, Manipulation terrorizes you to relinquish all beyond what you had ever imbibed.

Art consecrates, Manipulation devastates the most synergistic of relationships to summits of devilish prejudice.

Art solves, Manipulation triggers tumult; transforming every utopia into wholesomely solitary graveyards.

Art charms, Manipulation sardonically relieves you of overwhelmingly poignant spice in life.

Art bestows, Manipulation sucks all benevolence; philanthropically entwined in your soul.

And Art is the very reason I could take birth an infinite times, While O! Almighty Lord; keep manipulation away even from the most decaying framework of my dead bones; each time I left for my heavenly abode.

20. ULTIMATE REALITY Fantasy is a milestone, Truth is the ultimate reality.

Whisper is a mesmerizing sedative, Voice of the conscience is the ultimate reality.

Clouds are an ethereal fascination, Sky is the ultimate reality.

Accidents are an evanescent bruise, Death is the ultimate reality.

Stars are titillation of the night, Flaming Sun is the ultimate reality.

Photograph is a magnanimous depiction, The living are the ultimate reality.

Offsprings keep proliferating in every quarter of the Universe, Sacrosanct mother is the ultimate reality.

Bees swarm boisterously all throughout the day, Mesmerizing nightingale is the ultimate reality.

Flurry of blatant lies evaporates into wisps of obsolete oblivion, Irrefutable truth is the ultimate reality.

Grandiloquent ink depicts marvelous glory, The pages of destiny are the ultimate reality.

Tantalizing globules of sweat captivate the remotest of alien, Persevering hardwork is the ultimate reality.

Seductive flesh is a transient sensation, Charismatic beauty is the ultimate reality.

Flirtation melts like frigid beeswax, Friendship is the ultimate reality.

Scents wear off as the hours unfurl,

Enchanting rose is the ultimate reality.

Kites flap gregariously and then descend, Euphoric wind is the ultimate reality.

Sharks glide in majestic unison to pulverize their prey, Rhapsodic ocean is the ultimate reality.

Religion ironically enthralls with its armory of countless nuances, Philanthropic humanity is the ultimate reality.

Moonshine perpetuates through the blanket of ghastly darkness, Marvelously enlightening dawn is the ultimate reality.

Dreams are incarcerating avalanches of ice frenziedly distorting shape, Actions are the ultimate reality.

Teamwork is a stepping stone towards the zenith of success, Trust is the ultimate reality.

Panthers growl instills a wave of uncanny fear, Rampant wilderness is the ultimate reality.

Innovation is a streak of dynamic flamboyance, Blessed intelligence is the ultimate reality.

Abuses are temporary fulminations of the mind, The pen of the Almighty Creator is the ultimate reality.

Lightening is an inconspicuous spark of electricity in the cosmos, The ocean of darkness is a perpetual reality.

Mosquito bite is an infinitesimally pertinent, Compromise with existence is the ultimate reality.

The bars of prison are a hedonistic submission, Interiors of satanic corpse are the ultimate reality.

Mountains buckle down like soggy matchsticks under earthquakes, The summit of conviction is the ultimate reality.

Steroids stimulate traces of newfound power, The ramifications of the heart are the ultimate reality.

Currency triggers smiles more bombastic than the heavens at times, Wholehearted satisfaction is the ultimate reality.

Exemplifications alleviate stress to substantive degrees, Acceptance is the ultimate reality.

Fairies dance to give you the most exotic times of your life, The cry of the cuckoo every morning is the ultimate reality.

Glitter of gold lasts only till the last winds of night, The compassionate caress of your mother is the ultimate reality.

Silken strands of spidery web thrill beyond the realms of exhaustion, The lethal sting of wholesome extinction is the ultimate reality.

Cuddling your baby an infinite times revitalized your dreary senses to the epitome of optimism, Each act of benevolence is the ultimate reality.

Slithering bare chested on soil impregnated tremors of pleasure, Devotion to the cause of Almighty God is the ultimate reality.

Tears are momentary radiations of profound suffering, Sorrow is the ultimate reality.

Attraction is a vivid chain of primordial passion, Bondage is the ultimate reality.

Skin extinguishes in entirety with advancing years of life, The everlasting soul is the ultimate reality.

Royal imagery puts you in trance for cardinal parts of the day, Poetry is the ultimate reality.

Advertising is a baseless spectrum of gimmicks which enthrall, Dedication towards the divine is the ultimate reality.

Dwelling harbors you from the diabolical devil, Enigma is the ultimate reality.

Frolicking in the meadows rekindles your diminishing energies a trifle, The valley of exultating adventure is the ultimate reality.

Wink triggers avalanches of flirtation and naughtiness, Concentration is the ultimate reality.

Caress embodies feelings to the most supreme core, Uninhibited sharing is the ultimate reality.

Bornfires stupefy as they escalate towards the cosmos, Untamed passion is the ultimate reality.

Superstitions are ephemerally efficacious, Omnipresent Lord is the ultimate reality.

Business is a rejuvenating parasite adding spice and wealth to life, Art is the ultimate reality.

And infatuation is storm which gradually disappears, Immortal love is the ultimate reality.

21. NEWNESS Be it in the very first rays of ethereally magnificent dawn; enlightening every cranny of despairingly flagrant blackness with unfathomably unceasing majesty, Be it in the nimble squeaking of the freshly born infant; profoundly enrapturing monotonously usurped existence; with an unprecedented power to forever survive, Be it in the transiently hood-winking beams of the vivaciously uninhibited rainbow; casting their magic on every fretfully beleaguered bone; till times beyond infinite infinity, Be it in the pristinely nascent shoots sprouting from the corrugated branches of the tree; delightfully swaying in insatiable ecstasy with the virile currents of summer wind, Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what tingled every aspect of my existence till even beyond the realms of eternal paradise; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.

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Be it in the unrestrictedly artistic lines scrawled on barren canvas; embellishing the chapter of mundanely manipulative survival today; with unceasingly copious rivers of color and vibrant charm, Be it in the infantile trickle of water dribbling painstakingly from the scorched rocks; bounteously perpetuating the sweltering atmosphere around with unbelievably rhapsodic exhilaration, Be it in the faintly rupturing of the outlines of the immaculate egg; blissfully announcing the arrival of unparalleled exuberance; in a world of otherwise preposterously shriveled decay, Be it in the premature formation of pearly white mists in the sky; triggering a ray of tantalizingly unsurpassable hope in one and all alike on bereaved earth; that sensuous rain was soon about to fall, Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what made me feel the most pricelessly insuperable organism alive; O! Yes Newness was what my

soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.

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Be it in the sporadic bouts of laughter of the ebulliently innocuous child; making truculently agonized heart’s all across this boundless Universe; melt and frolic into the meadows of effulgent childhood, Be it in the incoherently optimistic quacking of the fledgling swans; trying to timelessly disseminate the message of egalitarian peace towards endless sky and emollient earth; wonderfully alike, Be it in the inconspicuously sensitive dewdrop on the blade of ravenously enthralling grass; radiating into a beam of perpetually golden righteousness; with the first rays of the Sun, Be it in the intrepidly adventurous wave disappearing wholesomely into the horizons and deep sea; permeating even bit of the gruesomely bedraggled ambience around with celestially tangy happiness, Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what unconquerably fuelled every ingredient of my blood to pump life; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.

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Be it in the singular star that regally twinkled in the grotestquely cloudy and foggily obfuscated night; granting glorious reprieve from a countless inadvertently committed sins, Be it in the match-boxed minuscule hutment barren without any quintessential amenity of life; yet with a roof so compassionate; that it sequestered you from the most devastating of storm and rain, Be it in the inarticulately indefatigable buzzing of the bumble bee; spawning into cisterns of invaluably harmonious nectar; a sweetness which no power on this turgid earth could ever transcend or destroy, Be it in the whisper of the fugitively nubile maiden; engendering every pore on the satanically lambasted skin to excitedly stand; even as she extinguished into a valley of nothingness; sooner than she had arrived,

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

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

If you viewed the unadulterated infant from the profanely plucking vulture’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an ephemeral speck of morning breakfast; whose eyeball’s needed to be ghastily devoured as dessert; after iconoclastically snapping apart the blood and fledgling bones, If you viewed the regal painting from the hoarsely emaciated beggar’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a wonderful begging bowl; in which could be blissfully accumulated the entire coin- collection of the sweltering day, If you viewed the eternal meadow from the indefatigably crunching dinosaur’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a chunk of soggily slandering cake; disappearing into remorseful nothingness at the tiniest exhalation of breath, If you viewed the enchanting rainbow from the inexhaustibly cold-blooded crocodile’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an unsurpassably appetizing delicacy; that needed to be tirelessly munched till times beyond infinite infinity, If you viewed the spell-binding eyelashes from the truculent butcher’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but a fringe of lifeless hair; that would do astoundingly well to garnish the silhouettes of the red meat just unceremoniously cooked, If you viewed the truthful conscience from the satanically grotesque ghost’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a coffin of raunchily asphyxiating darkness; devastating countless in its gruesomely amorphous swirl, If you viewed the intricately hollow ears from the ballistically stinging spider’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but lifelessly morbid hollows in which could spawn the most gratuitously ribald of silken web, If you viewed perennially burgeoning breath from the lugubriously obsolete grave’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but insurmountably decayed air; which would forever spread cursedly appalling doom, If you viewed limitlessly blessed life from the invidiously torturous death’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but gallows of gorily cumbersome oblivion; which massacred more vociferously than ever before; as each instant unveiled, And if you viewed immortal love from the unceasingly marauding devil’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the immeasurably insidious valley of betrayal; which snapped the wings of compassionately unequivocal relationship; without the slightest of chance to relent.

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

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

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

Every day as you arose at the crackle of emollient dawn; you uninhibitedly danced with passionately enthralling ardor; letting every egregiously trapped staleness of your countenance; freely cascade out as beautifully fragrant sweat, Every day as you arose at the crackle of philanthropic dawn; you found a boundless array of never-before flavors titillate the buds of your disparagingly emaciated tongue, Every day as you arose at the crackle of immaculate dawn; you tirelessly danced the whites and blacks of your emphatically crystalline eyes; to the magically unfurling beams of the pristinely whistling atmosphere, Every day as you arose at the crackle of regale dawn; you flirted with an unfathomable ocean of supreme sensuality; playing hide-n-seek with the evanescently crimson beams of the new-born Sun, Every day as you arose at the crackle of mystical dawn; you unraveled the mortifying introvert in you to the most unprecedented of your capacity; peerlessly blazing in the untamed ardor of intrepidly unflinching life, Every day as you arose at the crackle of jingling dawn; you tread your nimble foot more solidly on earth; more and more invincibly embedding your inimitable rudiments on the landscape of the fathomless globe, Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivacious dawn; you abdicated all your baseless nervousness; scintillated like a true warrior to defend your maliciously usurped and pricelessly venerated motherland, Every day as you arose at the crackle of titillating dawn; you felt every pore of your fecklessly limpid skin; intransigently desirous of being mischievously tickled by the winds of miraculously never-ending procreation, Every day as you arose at the crackle of ecstatic dawn; you felt more closer and closer to your impressions on sacred soil; unrelentingly fantasizing about that moment in which was born your very first ancestor, Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivid dawn; you obeisantly surrendered even the most diminutive of your breath to the unconquerable illumination of the Sun; letting it weave a whole new chapter of your enrapturing existence, And still some of you had the guts to say that each new day was fretfully boring; each new day had nothing to offer which revolutionary new; each new day brought you closer to your death; each day was just like and nothing but a pathetic facsimile of

the very previous day !

25. Q & A If there was the devil of torturously asphyxiating death right infront and behind my back; insidiously waiting to horrifically choke me till my very last cupful of breath, If there was the devil of truculently penalizing death right on top and beneath my silhouette; diabolically waiting to bury me an infinite feet beneath my cadaverously satanic grave, If there was the devil of gruesomely charring death at each corner towards my left and trembling right; intransigently waiting to devour every robust bone of my countenance, If there was the devil of perpetually silent death at every construable cranny of the atmosphere that I cast my innocuous eyes towards; ominously waiting to coldbloodedly demolish even the most inconspicuous trace of my holistic existence, Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?

A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d tirelessly march forward in my mission to beautifully converge all spurious fraternities of religion into the religion of unassailable humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the hedonistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

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If there was the devil of vindictively stabbing death right infront and behind my eyes; relentlessly waiting to snap every conceivable fang of my harmonious survival, If there was the devil of amorphously dastardly death right on top and beneath my shadow; intractably waiting to poison every shade of my synergistic life with the venom of unfathomably sinful hatred, If there was the devil of parasitically pulverizing death at each corner towards my left and nimble right; sadistically waiting to crucify me to frigidly deadened ash the instant I alighted even a single foot, If there was the devil of lecherously lambasting death in every perceivable gallery of the atmosphere on which I symbiotically floated; heartlessly waiting to incarcerate every element of triumphant happiness in my soul; in the gallows of murderously sinister hell, Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do

shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?

A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d inexhaustibly march forward to wonderfully mitigate every echelon of brutally estranged humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

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If there was the devil of bizarrely bludgeoning death right infront and behind my countenance; mercilessly waiting to horribly crunch me like limp meat; the next time when the pangs of hunger arose in his deliriously threadbare stomach, If there was the devil of tawdrily indiscriminate death right on top and beneath my heart; irrevocably waiting to devastate every of its beats into sleazily obfuscated nothingness; the instant it bonded with the true love of its life, If there was the devil of scurrilously decrepit death at each corner towards the left and right of my diminutive persona; frenetically waiting to demonically slit the soft skin of my throat; to mollify the itching of his uncouthly slandering nails, If there was the devil of egregiously slaining death in every ingredient of the atmosphere which I majestically caressed; inconsolably waiting to roast my delightfully supple skin at the crackle of traumatically usurping midnight, Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?

A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unstoppably march forward to coalesce my soul with the fragrance of perennially proliferating living kind; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

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If there was the devil of vengefully ribald death right infront and behind my chest; flagrantly waiting to extricate the last droplet of scarlet blood from my poignant veins; to take his treacherously routine morning bath, If there was the devil of ghastily stoning death right on top and beneath my feet; gorily wanting to feast his eyes on an infinite elements of my caricature; being ruthlessly excoriated by the unsparingly hideous vultures, If there was the devil of traumatically terrorizing death at each corner towards my left and humble right; raunchily waiting to dissolve me into the coffin of nothingness; everytime I reached the pinnacle of egalitarian bliss, If there was the devil of ignominiously maiming death in every puff of air that I inhaled into the jacket of my quintessential lungs; endlessly waiting to puncture every trifle of my body with a mortuary of infinite blood-stained thorns, Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do

shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?

A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unflinchingly march forward diffusing the essence of live and royally let live to the farthest corner of this Universe; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

26. LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL Every minute unleashing all day is a beautiful minute; getting you acclimatized with the pace of life, Every flower protruding from soil is a beautiful flower; spreading its mesmerizing scent deeply into your nostrils, Every face smiling in the universe is a beautiful face; brilliantly portraying your visage, Every bird flying in the cosmos is a beautiful bird; overwhelming your ears with its melodious sounds, Every mountain towering towards the sky is a beautiful mountain; appeasing your eyes with its picturesque landscapes, Every root of grass projecting from the jungle is a beautiful root; tingling your senses; making you exotically dream, Every hand that serves philanthropically is a beautiful hand; propagating an egalitarian spirit in whosoever it caresses, Every stream that flows through land is a beautiful stream; pacifying the thirst of several scorched in vicinity, Every eye that views goodness in this world is a beautiful eye; sharing empathy with millions of bereaved lying around, Every cloud in the sky is a beautiful cloud; showering droplets of euphoric rain on earth; shielding it from acerbic rays of the Sun, Every language spoken is a beautiful language; assisting a person to convey his innermost of feelings, Every mirror embedded on the walls is a beautiful mirror; portraying to you your candid reflection, Every color that circumvents your visage is a beautiful color; symbolizing the oneness of human race,

Every voice that emanates from the throat is a beautiful voice; explicitly expressing a persons needs and desires, Every mind impregnated within the skull is a beautiful mind; having the unfathomable ability to achieve the impossible, Every foot that walks innocently is a beautiful foot; leaving behind a trail of holistic footprints, Every leaf that extrudes from the tree is a beautiful leaf; entrenching the dull; with shades of everlasting green, Every mother having delivered a child is a beautiful mother; continuing the wonderful process of evolution, Every heart imprisoned inside the chest is a beautiful heart; passionately throbbing when struck by an ensemble of emotions, And every entity trespassing through the surface of this earth is a beautiful entity; making the globe a beautiful place to live in; giving rise to the famous and immortal adage; which proudly proclaims that life is beautiful.

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

Roses were blooming, Teeth were chattering, Echoes were reverberating, Exhibitionists were revealing, Springs were recoiling, Snakes were hissing, Cartoons were mimicking, Ships were docking, Goldfish were swimming, Doors were creaking, Matchsticks were igniting, Horses were galloping, Cows were munching, Mind was evolving, Energy was dissipating, Nightingale was singing, Friendships were flourishing, Seductress’s were titillating, Soldiers were marching, Giraffes were bouncing, Raindrops were pelting, Pigs were grunting, Sand was slipping, Chains were rattling, Rats were squeaking, Tails were wagging, Bareskins were shivering, Abattoirs were tyrannizing, Days were sweltering, Grasses were tingling, Grasshoppers were hopping, Spiders were spinning, Worms were crawling, Flamingoes were diving, Dustbins were stinking, Seeds were sprouting, Discos were pulsating, Barbers were trimming, Keys were jingling, Lips were smiling, Hours were unveiling, Musicians were humming, Statues were gazing, Bats were sucking,

Lions were roaring, Diamonds were scintillating, Dungeons were dooming, Earthquakes were devastating, Dinosaurs were threatening, Scents were stimulating, Artists were sketching, Entrepreneurs were trendsetting, Cats were meowing, Shoes were trampling, Mosquitoes were stinging, Bombs were exploding, Children were playing, Electricity was flickering, Rainbows were appeasing, Bubbles were bursting, Bullets were ricocheting, Swords were clashing, Slaves were cursing, Glass was shattering, Sharks were pulverizing, Blind were groping, Wolves were howling, Divine were praying, Renegades were plotting, Masks were camouflaging, Diseases were wrenching, Roofs were sequestering, Philanderers were dating, Bandits were looting, Mothers were dedicating, Pompous were falsifying, Lizards were swishing, Ancestors were recounting, Insane were stumbling, Impoverished were starving, Rich were gloating, Air was circulating, Advertisers were gimmicking, Soil was harboring, Butter was greasing, Mirrors were reflecting, Pearls were enticing, Bricks were fortifying,

Frogs were croaking, Smoke was polluting, Thunder was scaring, Impersonators were disguising, Glamour was exposing, Sleep was gratifying, Nostalgia was reinvigorating, Bars were imprisoning, Mountains were rejuvenating, Photographs were capturing, Looks were deceiving, Colors were merging, Clouds were mesmerizing, Celebrities were celebrating, Philanthropists were uniting, Politicians were attracting, Terrorists were incinerating, Phones were ringing, Silk was satiating, Solitude was deteriorating, Freedom was levitating, Orphans were remembering, Cowards were sulking, Waiters were serving, Parasites were relishing, Demons were killing, Offsprings were wailing, Strategists were planning, Dead were stinking, Lovers were loving, Souls were hovering, Breath was diffusing, Hearts were palpitating, Cannibals were devouring, And I was existing

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

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

29. LEAD LIFE LIKE A MAN Drink like a rabbit, gently lapping at water cascading from white water springs of the mountain, Sleep like a demon, snoring thunderously without even moving a whisker to the most lethal of dynamite explosion, Perspire like a bull, slogging it hard under the steaming rays of the Sun, Dance like a peacock, spreading your feathers to a full plumage under exotic outbursts of rain, Smile like a wild chimpanzee, snaring your snow white teeth without being the slightest overwhelmed by your surroundings, Run like kangaroo, traversing the dense foliage of the jungle, taking 10 strides at a time, Scratch like a red ant, resurrecting your destroyed cocoon every next second, Sing like the Nightingale, inundating every barren spot in vicinity with the ecstatic melody in your sound, Cry like a crocodile, shedding tears as gargantuan as the cloud on every area you tread, Sting like a scorpion, piercing supple and innocuous skin with the venomous poison in your fangs, Talk like a parrot, chattering incessantly as misty wisps of air and the aroma of delectable food struck you in entirety, Roar like a lion, waking up every entity sleeping blissfully, with a single growl of yours, Smell like the roots, emanating a voluptuously raw odor, just after the first spells of rain, Stand like an elephant, weathering each storm trying to blow you with enviable ease,

Dream like an angel, exploring the most wildest regions around the globe with rampant frenzy, Shiver like a goose, with infinite strands of hair standing up in animation, on the snow, Slaver like a dog, greedily protruding out your tongue panting passionately for water, Bathe like the dolphins, diving acrobatically into the sapphire sea's, with your body engulfed completely by the majestic waves, Chew like a cow, slowly munching your meals with rejuvenated gusto, Scamper around like a squirrel, leaping friskily on the myriad of dangling branch, Fly high like the eagles, flapping your wings exuberantly with the cotton cocoon of clouds gliding past your hair, Kick like a donkey, swinging your legs viciously towards those who tried to disturb your concentration, Lick like a cat, sucking every droplet of milk from the steep edged bowl, Yawn like the hippopotamus, candidly announcing your desire to sleep to even mortals buried in their corpses, Scream like the dinosaur, with a single echo of yours silencing all commotion in this world, Stare like the mammoth whale, making your opponent blink a thousand times, Hear like a fox, detecting the most inconspicuous of sound, coming to know of your adversary, before it actually commenced to attack, Laze around like the tortoise, not bothering to poke out your head even in the most scorching of Sunlight, Shine like the stars, punctuating the eerie darkness of the night with your spellbinding glimmer, Burn like fulminating lava, igniting the most lackluster of individual with the ardor in your flames, Dig like the mice, making your burrow in loose mud at lightening speeds,

Hide like the reptile, evading all traces of light existing in the Universe, Peck like the woodpecker, chiseling your way through the most obdurate of wooden log, Crawl like the spider, mystically weaving your way across the strands of the flimsy web, Swish like a zebra, moving your tail to wade away the most minuscule of fly buzzing intermittently around your nose, Eat like a pig, greedily gobbling even the tiniest of toffee wrapper loitering on the road, Change color like a chameleon, adapting yourself furtively to virtually any surrounding you go into, Hunt like the vultures, hideously diving down and capsizing your prey, Be wise like the owl, prudently opening your eyes in the dark as well as stringent light, Care like the lioness, protecting your child from the faintest signs of evil lurking around, Enjoy like the otters, having a party of beans and raw wine well past after midnight, Explore like the panther, mercilessly paving your way through the remotest corner of the forest, Love like God, annihilating the word discrimination forever from your adulterated brain, And lead life like a man, wandering and discovering; struggling and romancing, dreaming and working to transform all your dreams; as well as those of several around you into an immortal reality.

30. BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE ?

You may have washed your hands; cleaning them scrupulously of the most invisible of stain, But what about the blood adhering to your heart; the several innocent whom you had beheaded without any rhyme or reason?

You may have eaten stupendously sizzling slices of mutton; masticating the morsels after blending them with handsome salt, But what about the goat mother who bleated incessantly; after losing her only son, the only flesh she had delivered facing the grueling agony of long months?

You may have laughed the loudest in the crowd; propagating the same infectiously in pedestrians around you, But what about the old man; who had to trip his footing in a slush of dirty sewage water; in order to cause you to smile?

You may have dressed in the most glamorous of coat and trousers; sprinkling your entire demeanor with an ocean of passionate scent, But what about those tyrannized sheep who were left shivering in bizarre cold; after you uncouthly stripped their skins of their natural protection?

You may have spoken the most flowery speech on the mike; drawing loads of adulation from all those who were mesmerized by the beautiful essence in the lines, But what about the writer whom you had incarcerated in the dungeons; after stealing his writing to stand tall and domineering?

You may have driven in the most contemporary of car; with its golden wheels traversing the meandering lanes of the hill like a galloping panther, But what about the infinite stalks of fresh grass; the innocuous infants wandering around; whom you had trampled indiscriminately in your insatiable march towards victory?

You may have drunk cartons full of mineral water; quenching your thirst under the scorching Sun of midday, But what about those people reeling under severe drought; whose wells you had emptied to tingle the food in your stomach?

You may have lived for a 100 years; surviving on the most conventional of medicine and steroids,

But what about those innocent whom you had slaved; in order to clean every iota of dirt you spat on this earth?

And you may have loved; imprisoning every girl you set your eyes on with the power of your wealth, But what about all those billion lives you had assassinated; in order to satisfy each desire of yours?

31. IT REALLY DOESN’T MATTER It really doesn’t matter if we kept awake all night; admired the stars till the last beam of moonlight, It really doesn’t matter if we rubbed squalid tomato's on our uniforms; winked at each other in the classroom, It really doesn’t matter if we drove the car at full speeds; forgetting completely to stop at traffic intersections, It really doesn’t matter if we pummeled the walls; screamed at the top of our voices when we actually had to loads of homework, It really doesn’t matter if we hurled eggs at people on the street; blurted a volley of indiscriminate slang at those trying to control us, It really doesn’t matter if we swam on dolphins in the sea; splashing tones of froth on the ships passing by, It really doesn’t matter if we counted the notes wrong; tore the shopping list into pieces before actually purchasing it, It really doesn’t matter if we bathed in pure ice-cream; didn’t wipe our face for hours on the trot, It really doesn’t matter if we stared at the walls; sat lazily swapping flies even in brilliant afternoon, It really doesn’t matter if we shaved of our scalp; danced in a pool of scarlet jelly with the clouds coming in, It really doesn’t matter if we dug the earth; rubbed worms traversing under the soil on our cheeks, It really doesn’t matter if we slapped the postman hard; then tried hard to suppress our giggles as he ran at us full speed; with his stick, It really doesn’t matter if we drank a bottle full of whisky; flirted around dreamily on the busy streets,

It really doesn’t matter if we took out our tongues; scowled at our neighbors for not allowing us to play, It really doesn’t matter if we left a battalion of red ant; to roam freely beneath our teachers desk, It really doesn’t matter if we didn’t brush our teeth; ran on the roads with our night clothes on, It really doesn’t matter if we caught crabs on the beach; instead of attending formal parties with our parents, It really doesn’t matter if we didn’t sit for a moment; kept fidgeting around; once in a while sipping cola and food, It really doesn’t matter if we pinched our sister; teased her as she tried to learn the bicycle, It really doesn’t matter if we set on to conquer Mount Everest; without even equipping ourselves with a single coat, It really doesn’t matter if we ate our breads burnt gruesomely black; wore our shoes without embroidered socks, It really doesn’t matter if we dreamt wildly even in commercial meetings; said i Love you; when the man sitting opposite was questioning us about our yearly income tax, It really doesn’t matter if we played pranks with our aunt; presenting her with a balloon that burst into infinite pieces; instead of a chocolate cake on her birthday, It really doesn’t matter if we spoke lies to save our skins; scampered at electric speeds at the mention of studies, It really doesn’t really matter if we didn’t wash our hands; tore apart raw chunks of fruit with our uncivilized teeth, It really doesn’t matter if we didn’t comb our hair; grew a beard as long as the elephants trunk, And it really doesn’t matter if we lived life at ease; basking in the glory of every moment to unleash, As we were so young now; floating on the island of pure ecstasy; and had a thousand tomorrow's left; to really make it matter.

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

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

33. INFINITE INFINITY An island which you incessantly dream of; but miserably failed to reach, A height which is so unsurpassable; that each step you clamber; still found you on obdurate chunks of rock bottom ground, A size so astronomically colossal; that is beyond the definitions of any size or veritable proportion, A tunnel so perpetually unending; that perennial blackness engulfed you even if you took birth relentlessly; for countless centuries, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the ALMIGHTY CREATOR resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity.

A wave so mammoth; that rose and handsomely swirled even unimaginable kilometers above the vivacious clouds, A ray so unprecedented; that indefatigably pierced even the most obsolete corner of this Universe with its overwhelmingly stringent light, A shadow so profoundly mystical; that refrained to subside even after the ghastly blanket of profuse darkness; had wholesomely set in, A voice so incredulously echoing; that it kept eluding you unrelentingly as it collided like a fulminating tornado against the cold rocks, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity.

A book so incomprehensibly long; that you remained on the front page; even after browsing for decades unfathomable, A painting so enigmatically fascinating; that each time you saw it; it metamorphosed into a myriad of fathomless shades, A tree so astoundingly gigantic; that kept blossoming and proliferating into innumerable branches; as each second unfurled, A storm so cyclonic; which continued even after the entire planet had slept; caressing every object on this globe with passionate cloudbursts of breeze, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity.

A mountain with its summit augmenting till times beyond eternity; stretching over the most bizarre point of imagination,

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

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

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

And just breathing every hour for times immemorial doesn’t make any sense; the real art lies in deriving the maximum pleasure out of this life; living every instant for the person you loved; dedicating your life to the service of mankind.

35. IF YOU REALLY HAD THE URGE TO CLEAN SOMETHING Don’t waste your time in spuriously washing your clothes; scrubbing the surplus dirt adhering to your fingers for hours on the trot, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in vigorously shampooing your hair; applying sandalwood balm all across your fatigued body, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in evacuating out the last chunk of dirt imprisoned in the house; dismantling the mountain of obnoxious cobwebs suspended solitarily from the ceiling, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in polishing your shoes till they brilliantly shone; commanding the poor slave every instant to annihilate even the faintest trace of your footprints, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in soaking the table covers in stringent antiseptic; brushing your apron for indefatigable weeks to suck the non existent odor, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in consulting the most prominent of skin specialists; gobbling a battalion of potent vitamins to impart your skin with that immortal glow; you kept dreaming off all night and day, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in rubbing your tongue tenaciously with the serrated stick for marathon minutes at dawn; profusely spraying mammoth bottles of scent into the corridors of your mouth, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in sprinkling bucket full of water to make the windows of your house shine; sucking the dainty river of its precious liquid in order to make your dwelling a darling to sight, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in plucking out the filth between your teeth using the most delectable of ivory toothpick; inundating your armpits with tantalizing perfume every time you wanted to impress upon the woman of your dreams, For if you really had the urge to clean something; first clean your mind, heart and life instead.

Don’t waste your time in vehemently brushing the roads which led to the temple; licking every step that led to the idol of the Omniscient Creator; for in the first place you'd never be successful; as there was not one path; but irrefutably every lane you tread on; led to the Almighty Lord, And indeed if you really had the urge to please God; clean something; then first and foremost clean your mind, heart and life instead.

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

The present moment is the most active moment; with tons of exhilarated breath descending down in vivacious tandem, The present moment is the most versatile moment; with a myriad of actions being executed in a festoon of mystical patterns all around the boundless cosmos, The present moment is the most poignant moment; with a varied conglomerate of compassionate emotions pouring in different forms; in different streets, The present moment is the most innocuous moment; when you tread on the moist soil with nimble caress and intricate grace, The present moment is the most spell binding moment; greeting you with an entire cloud of wonderfully ravishing surprises, The present moment is the most testing moment; which gauges your skill to exist amongst a pack of hostile wolves and philanthropically survive, And for me the present moment is the most richest moment; for although I didn’t have exorbitant dungeons replete with gold and silver in my dwelling; I still was breathing; I still had my Creator; I still had my Mother; I still had my beloved; and more importantly than anything; i still had precious traces of God gifted life.

37. WHAT MADE YOU EVER THINK What made you ever think; that you could exult in the exotic night; without slogging it out under the sweltering sun of the afternoon?

What made you ever think; that you could leap to the summit of Everest, without even being able to crawl on the ground?

What made you ever think; that you could gulp gallons of intoxicating wine, without even tasting colorless water?

What made you ever think; that you could start singing like the magnificent orchestra, when infact you had stupendous difficulty even to talk?

What made you ever think; that you could swim in the choppy sea, without even knowing how to float in the placid pool of water?

What made you ever think; that you could write infinite lines of literature; without even being able to spell primitive words?

What made you ever think; that you could become the supreme president; without even being able to execute clerical work?

What made you ever think; that you could break the gargantuan brick with a single punch of yours; when infact you didn’t even possess the power to kill an inconspicuous mosquito?

What made you ever think; that you could fly the huge aircraft; without even knowing how to balance a tricycle?

What made you ever think; that you could converse articulately for hours on the trot, when infact you miserably floundered even to utter a single word?

What made you ever think; that you could stand barechested on the freezing iceberg; when infact you shivered incessantly even in the slightest draught of wind?

What made you ever think; that you could see behind solid walls; when infact you didn’t even possess the capacity of recognizing magnified objects

infront of your eyes?

What made you ever think; that you could walk on the tight rope with a mask camouflaging your face; when infact you couldn’t even maintain your balance on the most strongest of ground?

What made you ever think; that you could sketch the mesmerizing Mona Lisa; when infact you always held the pencil upside down?

What made you ever think; that you could design an incredulous robot; when infact you mistook every chunk of wood for sparks of electricity?

What made you ever think; that you could emulate the royal prince; when infact you couldn’t even hold the spoon properly in your hands?

What made you ever think; that you could be the Creator; when infact you didn’t even remember your own birth date ?

What made you ever think; that you could romance for times immemorial; when infact you didn’t even know the first alphabet of Love?

And what on earth made you ever think; that you could grow old and die tomorrow; when infact you didn’t even have the slightest of tenacity; crumbled like a pack of soggy cards every unfurling minute today?

38. I LIVE BECAUSE I dream, because each corner of my surreally inexplicable mind; dictates, I write, because infinite muscles in my irascibly wandering hand; dictate, I sleep; because boundless bones in my profoundly exhausted dreary body; dictate, I shout, because tumultuously insatiable urges in the inner most realms of my throat; dictate, I gallop; because irascibly proliferating tendencies in the spongy muscle of my legs; dictate, I smile; because gregariously amicable virtues inevitably besieging my rubicund pair of lips; dictate, I cry; because the overwhelmingly morbid sorrow in my eyes; dictates, I snore; because the incomprehensibly celestial corridors of invincible sleep; dictates, I drink; because inexorably scorched and diminishing boundaries of my burnt body; dictates, I bathe; because incorrigibly squalid cocoons of dust on my countenance; dictates, I wink; because irrevocably flirtatious attributes in my eyeball; dictates, I yawn; because the indefatigably fatigued skeleton of my surrendered body; dictates, I fight; because the cloud of intrepid belligerence engulfing my boisterous demeanor; dictates, I fidget; because pertinently iterative fervor unrelentingly dissipating in my blood; dictates, I study; because an irrefutably everlasting desire to be the best in the professional world; dictates, I whistle; because insatiable tunnels of fathomless euphoria in my nerves; dictate,

I play; because the child perpetually buoyant and alive in my impeccable senses; dictates, I lie; because inevitably salacious manipulation on the trajectory of this planet; dictates, I breathe; because the miserably imprisoned lungs beneath my chest; dictate, I desire; because the passionately throbbing beats of my ardently romantic heart; dictate, And I live; because the love of my life; the love that was my energy to lead an immortal existence beyond countless new births of mine; dictates.

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

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

40. IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU You might have forever taken away all your clothes from my dwelling; savagely hurling me away like a piece of infinitesimally abhorrent shit, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those majestic memories; in which we timelessly stared at each other under the resplendently beaming light; of the full Moon.

You might have forever taken away all your ornaments from my dwelling; nonchalantly spitting upon my tumultuously impoverished demeanor, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those princely memories; in which we romantically philandered in the fields of compassionate corn; mischievously blending our rampantly strewn hair with harmonious straw.

You might have forever taken away all your cars away from my dwelling; uncouthly leaving your unfathomable battalion of hunter dogs; to take care of my uncontrollably trembling countenance, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those heavenly memories; in which we voluptuously kissed each other on the sensuous lip; as the Sun faded wholesomely beyond the inscrutable horizons.

You might have forever taken away all your wines away from my dwelling; satanically spewing all abuse abominably lingering on this colossal planet; even upon the most immaculately righteous of my stride, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those resplendently replenishing memories; in which we spent many a marathon hours together; frantically exploring the unsurpassably ravishing charisma in our skins.

You might have forever taken away all your electronic paraphernalia from my dwelling; ruthlessly kicking me on the bizarrely dilapidated streets to beg; after indiscriminately severing my hands and feet, But it was irrefutably impossible for your to take away all those impeccable memories; in which we innocently feasted upon Nature’s profoundly glamorous beauty at the crack of ephemerally enlightening dawn.

You might have forever taken away all your currency coins from my dwelling; barbarically commanding the bulldozers of diabolical hatred to squelch me to the very last bone of my disappearing spine,

But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those bountiful memories; in which we patriotically united as a single spirit; to philanthropically serve all tyrannically bereaved mankind; for times immemorial.

You might have forever taken away all your glittering trophies from my dwelling; ignominiously castigating and stripping me in the front of the entire Universe; for ostensibly no fault of mine, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those Omnipotent memories; in which we seductively gyrated our shivering bodies; under tantalizingly cocktail cover of the exotic night.

You might have forever taken away all your breath away from my dwelling; salaciously ensuring that an unsurpassable dungeon of sinister scorpion; crawled invidiously on my skin for countless more decades yet to unveil, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those mesmerizing memories; in which we had impregnably pledged to the Almighty Lord; to solely exist for each other.

And you might have forever taken away all your love from my dwelling; commanding your vindictively vicious fleet of relentless vultures; to intransigently suck the last droplet of blood from my nimble visage, But it was irrefutably impossible for you to take away all those charismatically wonderful memories; in which we had given our hearts to each other the very first time we met; embarking on an exhilarating expedition of humanitarian togetherness.

41. WHAT IS THE NEED OF ?

What is the need of spuriously artificial bulb light; when we have the natural light of the majestically fulminating and Omnipotent Sun; ubiquitously disseminating perpetual rays of hope in every dwelling besieged with horrendous despair ?

What is the need of capriciously artificial cologne scent; when we have the natural cocoon of vibrantly blossoming roses in the field; timelessly placating tumultuously aggrieved nerves with the magic of fragrant togetherness ?

What is the need of bombastically inflated air-conditioner; when we have the natural draughts of exuberant breeze; enchantingly blowing to pave a pathway of rhapsodic ebullience; even in the most devastated of lives ?

What is the need of manipulatively blended factory made sweetness; when we have unfathomable tons of natural honey delectably oozing from the grandiloquently rambunctious hives; infiltrating each beleaguered life with; astronomically priceless sweetness ?

What is the need of vindictively bottled and artificial spices; when we have indefatigable fields of piquant chili; the natural waves of the gigantic ocean; profoundly perpetuating each despicably shattered life; with the poignant elixir to exotically survive ?

What is the need of sleazily scintillating artificial jewelry; when we have the marvelously royal oyster; bountifully culminating into a forest of ingratiatingly euphoric pearls; enlightening every dreary heart and the gory retribution of the night; with milky innocence; alike ?

What is the need of the diabolically looming fortresses of mortal and obdurately insensitive steel; when we have the natural entrenchments of perennial mankind; compassionately sequestering even the most tyrannically penurious; in its handsomely sacrosanct belly ?

What is the need of insidiously gaudy color towering on each road; when we have the vivaciously natural rainbow shimmering enthrallingly in fathomless bits of sky; enlightening the life of all those miserably shattered; with beams of astounding dexterity ?

What is the need of seductively raunchy and pathetically lewd films; when we have the naturally tantalizing carpet of crimson clouds floating in the sky; gorgeously titillating even the most remotely sweltering cranny of this Universe; with thunderbolts of fascinating rain ?

What is the need of lethally venomous guns and an anarchic arcade of treacherous bombs; when we have the regally natural blanket of home soil; patriotically blazing in impregnably triumphant glory; above even the most diabolically infidel of traitors ?

What is the need of lecherously tainted and ludicrously mechanized cloth; when we have impeccably natural fields of sprawling cotton; chivalrously shielding every orphaned and rich alike; in the heavenly enclosure of its immaculate warmth ?

What is the need of bizarrely lugubrious and artificially made somber coffins; when we have the naturally celestial trenches of mud; to harbor and eternally rest the departed mind; body and soul ?

What is the need of nonchalantly dolorous strips of trademarked sunglass; when we have the pricelessly natural fold of sensuous lids blissfully encapsulating the drearily exhausted eyeball; imparting it with heavenly rejuvenation; even under the most acrimoniously belligerent fireball of Sun ?

What is the need of baselessly opulent distilled water geysers; when we have the exuberantly natural cascades of the sparkling waterfalls to bathe under; profoundly reinvigorate even the most morbidly deadened arena of the crumbling skin ?

What is the need of preposterously bludgeoning beats of the meaningless discotheque; when we have the naturally melodious and divinely cadence of the nightingale supremely appease; even the most veritably extinguishing organs of our body ?

What is the need of dastardly computers invidiously flashing axioms of truth; when we have the innocuous wails of the freshly born infant; irrefutably proclaiming the cosmos of unassailable righteousness every unfurling minute of the day ?

What is the need of nonchalantly lackadaisical tantras; mantras; and religious fanaticism; when we have the Omnisciently Natural blessings of the Almighty Lord; to give us the unprecedented tenacity; of victoriously transcending over the most horrifically hostile; of path ?

What is the need of worthlessly puffed up cylinders of artificial oxygen; when we have the Omnipresently natural cisterns of unsurpassably unending air all around; miraculously pacifying even the most gorily dying jacket of lungs ?

And what is the need of insipidly bulky pacemakers incessantly trying to revive the beats of the vanishing heart; when we have the immortally natural paradise of unconquerable love; not only ensuring that the heart stayed young forever; but perpetually sought love and was wonderfully alive ?

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

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

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

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

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

44. LIFE IS NOT A FEATURE FILM Life is not just a bombastically fancy pancake; which you can gobble in single ecstatic gulp; and then thunderously snore for times immemorial, Life is not just a sleazily grandiloquent four poster bed; on which you could languish in the aisles of unprecedented desire; and then shut your eyes in perpetual oblivion to the extraneous world, Life is not just a capriciously philandering wind; with which you could merrily flirt all day; and then dream about in the island of nothingness for infinite more births yet to unveil, Life is not just a dangerously fickle minded dream; by which you titillated yourself to the epitome of voluptuous seduction momentarily; and then transited into a lugubriously unfruitful reverie; till the last breath decided to stay in your countenance, Life is each day that has to be perseveringly fought and lived; life is holistic dormitory of veritable truth and reality; life is immortally priceless; O! yes life is not a feature film.

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Life is not just a frigidly romantic cloud; which made you transiently romance behind the sun soaked hills; and then you decided to completely quit, Life is not just a spuriously scintillating chunk of ice; which you ephemerally suckled to flood your entire persona with delight; and then didn’t bother the slightest about the paths you tread, Life is not just a bottle of invidiously lecherous port wine; which you greedily consumed all night with intransigently untamed gusto; and then failed to recognize your own self the next day; when dawn filtered by your side, Life is not just a ethereally tantalizing sensation; which you fulminated into trying to touch the firmament of fathomless sky; and then blending indolently with soil as if the earth had ceased to exist,

Life is each moment which has to be tackled with stupendous dexterity and sweat; life is timeless fireball of endeavor and vivaciousness; life is immortally priceless; O! yes life is not a feature film.

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Life is not just a fake foam of infinite bubbles; which you could merrily burst into melodiously ravishing froth; and then enjoy the unsurpassably silken warmth for boundless more decades yet to unfurl, Life is not just an insidiously luminescent and ostentatious bulb; which you used to seek unprecedented pleasure after the onset of dark; and then uncouthly forget the very rudiments which possessed you in entirety, Life is not just a pathetically seducing whistle in the unfathomable gorge; with which you initially replenished each bone of your persona; and then became an immune animal to the most treacherous of squall and storm, Life is not just a beautifully constructed fairy castle; in which you romanticized for unending nights on the trot; and then wholesomely disappeared like an infinitesimal mosquito; into non-existent wisps of worthless oblivion, Life is a blend of the good and the salaciously bad which have to dealt alike; life is a mission of humanity to be accomplished by every living being; life is immortally priceless; O! yes life is not a feature film.

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Life is not just an artificially reinvigorating cologne; which you profusely applied on your impoverished cheeks; and then smelt only the spirit of goodness on every lane you transgressed, Life is not just a ludicrously funny clown; who made you have the most wholehearted laugh of your life for simply a single second; and then left you to treacherously decay; in a tale of incoherently bizarre despair, Life is not just a pompous fancy dress competition; in which you intangibly masqueraded wearing the most princely attires on this planet; and then were left to rot in dungeons of despairingly hopeless poverty, Life is not just a short lived enchanting song; whose jeopardizing melody you could bask on for simply a few minutes; and then despondently shut your eardrums to; even the tiniest insinuation of sound,

Life is an unrelenting journey towards the epitome of self esteem and benevolent mankind; Life is the most wonderfully perpetual gift from Lord Almighty; Life is immortally priceless; O! yes life is not a feature film.

45. WHAT WAS HAPPENING WRONG What was irrefutably right and blazing; was infinite beams of Sunlight streaming full throttle and astoundingly from the fathomless expanse of sky, But what was happening horrendously wrong; was that people sulked in derogatorily malicious despondence despite the same; within the spuriously morbid waves of the artificial airconditioner.

What was irrefutably right and ravishing; was enthrallingly exuberant whirlpools of breeze; which unrelentingly caressed the atmosphere all day long, But what was happening pathetically wrong; was that people viciously leaped for each other’s throat despite the same; coldbloodedly locked within cisterns of ominous manipulation.

What was irrefutably right and resplendent; was ebulliently mesmerizing and milky rays of tenaciously silken moonlight, But what was happening disastrously wrong; was that people wailed in hopelessly greedy unison despite the same; entirely camouflaging their dwellings with parasites of indiscriminate hatred; in the heart of the romantically marvelous midnight.

What was irrefutably right and vivacious; was perennially bubbling streams of pricelessly majestic water, But what was happening ludicrously wrong; was that people remained lugubriously famished despite the same; mercilessly toying with the vital elixir to scrub even the most inconspicuous iota of their; sordidly bombastic floors.

What was irrefutably right and tantalizing; was unfathomable cloudbursts of torrentially titillating rain; pelting in harmonious tandem from the aristocratically crimson sky, But what was happening maniacally wrong; was that people lambasted corpses of vindictive abuse and lechery despite the same; sank into a spell of remorsefully frustrated exasperation; although the tunes of lovebirds; reverberated handsomely through the air.

What was irrefutably right and melodious; was the enchantingly everlasting nightingale singing synergistically with the rhythm of the serene wind; inundating each cranny of the sultry ambience with gorgeously twinkling sound,

But what was happening brutally wrong; was that people incessantly sank into a well of despondent boredomdespite the same; cacophonically pulverizing God’s most panoramic elements of celestial creation.

What was irrefutably right and towering; was the mystically gorgeous mountain; philandering into boundless paths of rhapsodically intrepid adventure, But what was happening murderously wrong; was that people had savagely constricted themselves to lanes of disdainfully ruthless monotony despite the same; choosing to be like the abominably imperturbable stone; rather than gallop towards satiny newness.

What was irrefutably right and indispensable; was the passionately patriotic inferno of unsurpassable breath; that euphorically wafted out as each night unfurled into the brilliant day, But what was happening diabolically wrong; was that people depicted a profuse inclination to inhale adulterated savagery despite the same; eventually asphyxiating to miserable extinction; although the spirit of pristine youth still lingered for centuries immemorial.

What was irrefutably right and priceless; was the sky of immortally unassailable love; showering droplets of perpetual love to even the most infinitesimal iota of this gigantic planet, But what was happening unforgivably wrong; was that people barbarically kicked the same to blend with the thorns of pernicious lies; flooded their chests with gruesomely acerbic decay; although the heart was still throbbing by the grace of God .

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

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

47. OUR GREATEST RICHNESS We don’t need no ostentatious parties; bombastic mugs of wine guzzling down our throats; as beats of the spuriously titillating disco discordantly inundated the heavenly stillness of the night, We don’t need no superfluous palaces; fathomless rooms of pretentious aristocracy frigidly awaiting to envelop us insidiously in their empty swirl, We don’t need no robotic aircrafts; unfathomably gigantic wings of steel to transport us at thunderously lightening speeds; to the destinations of our choice, We don’t need no sleazily gaudy attires; opulent cisterns of voluptuous silk; artificially enshrouding our poignantly naked skins, As our palms which had perpetually entwined with each other; unflinching confronting the most acerbic of impediments united together; bonding our destinies forever with the religion of humanity; were irrefutably our greatest richness.

(1) We don’t need no cheaply abominable slang; astounding replications of how the high society ate; spoke and slept, We don’t need no Oriental music; brilliantly incredulous sound systems blaring in pompously rhythmic cadence, We don’t need no mountains of scintillating glass; the most exquisite fraternity of mirror to incessantly admire our nimble reflections, We don’t need no sizzled steak; incongruously butchering the poor animal and then ironically placing it on plates of glittering gold, As our souls which had perpetually coalesced with each other; imparting us the unassailable ardor to not only exist in this birth; but to philanthropically serve the entire planet and gallop for an infinite more births yet to come; were

irrefutably our greatest richness.

(2) We don’t need no aristocratic sheepskins; the most ravishingly embellished wool on the planet; to safeguard us against acrimonious cold, We don’t need no flatulent airconditioners; to garishly placate our overwhelmingly sweltering senses, We don’t need no scintillating cars; the ergonomically plush upholstery pampering us worthlessly as the ultimate kings, We don’t need no dungeons of unfathomably regale wealth; a torrential cascade of shimmering pearl and silver; not even letting us gasp the slightest, As our breaths which had perpetually bonded with each other; were our sole elixir to magnificently surge ahead in vibrant life and achieve the pinnacle of astronomically humanitarian success; were irrefutably our greatest richness.

(3) We don’t need no skeleton keys; ingeniously masterminded computers to cunningly manipulate the movements of the entire Universe, We don’t need no Supreme chairs of pure velvet; ardently awaiting to crown us the unparalleled corporate tycoons of the distraught year, We don’t need no fabulously designed sunglasses; cowardly camouflaging our radiant eyes even from the tiniest beam of optimistic light, We don’t need no sardonically inflated cigar smoke; the meaningless clapping of people who vindictively plotted behind our backs, As our hearts which had perpetually blended with each other; unconquerably beating as a single spirit and passionately alive; were irrefutably our greatest richness.

48. LIVE LIFE WHOLEHEARTEDLY If you really wanted to laugh; don’t just open your mouth like a goldfish; shying tremendously to show your conglomerate of scintillating teeth, Laugh wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul, and feel the difference instead.

If you really wanted to cry; don’t just make of mockery of emphatically poignant tears; apply pools of crocodile water pretentiously on your rubicund cheeks, Cry wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

If you really wanted to play; don’t just bounce like a timid infant having just opened its eyes into this alien world; bringing in shades of bombastic sophistication in your stride, Play wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

If you really wanted to sleep; don’t just spuriously place a gruesome eyepatch over your lids; wake up with a jolt at the crack of dawn as the monstrous alarm clock barked stringently into your ears, Sleep wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

If you really wanted to talk; don’t just whisper surreptitiously under your breath; utter your words in a complete mumble jumble which only you could vaguely comprehend, Talk wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

If you really wanted to stare; don’t just stand behind the shriveled curtains; furtively viewing the alluring sights which enchantingly unveiled, Stare wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

If you really wanted to dance; don’t just emulate the movements of celebrities on the big; feel contemptuously embarrassed and sad if you couldn’t gyrate as harmoniously as they did,

Dance wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

If you really wanted to admire somebody; don’t just say that umpteenth number of times to yourself; swooning miserably on the ground everytime you encountered the person of your dreams, Admire wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

If you really wanted to love; don’t just say i love you; and run away when the most diminutive of difficulty engulfed you; the acrimonious society estranged you in the whirlpool of rigid convention, Love wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

If you really wanted to die; don’t just make pompous public announcements about the same everyday; standing tall and domineering over the sleazy microphone; telling the world to wait for the time when you would be leaving for your heavenly abode, Die wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

And if you really wanted to lead life; don’t just make a nimble effort to slouch from the ground; feeling that beads of fatigue and inexplicable exhaustion were taking their toll on you every second, Live life wholeheartedly with your whole body; whole mind; whole soul; and feel the difference instead.

49. IF I HAD CLOSED MY BREATH YESTERDAY If I had cut my fingers yesterday; then how could I hold the scintillating cluster of diamonds strewn abundantly in the fields for me today?

If I had mercilessly chopped off my tongue yesterday; then how could I call the names of the ones I cherished the most; the ones who were actually present before my eyes today?

If I had given my legs to the preposterously huge shark to swallow yesterday; then how could I reach the summit of the gigantic mountain; which was just inches away from my body today?

If I had gruesomely blinded my eyes yesterday; then how could I admire and profoundly relish the mesmerizing sights that unveiled in front of my eyes today?

If I had uncouthly extricated my mass of dainty intestines yesterday; then how could I enjoy the appetizing delicacies laid sumptuously on my palate today?

If I had ruthlessly smashed my neck yesterday; then how could I hoist it towards the Moon; which was shimmering in perennial bliss today?

If I had horrendously punctured both my ears yesterday; then how could I profusely absorb all the enchanting sounds; which splendidly inundated the atmosphere today?

If I had apathetically sewed my lips yesterday; then how could I sing ingratiating songs for the person I loved the most today?

If I had brutally pulverized all the bones in my ribs yesterday; then how could I thunderously gyrate and swing to the tunes of animated nature today?

If I had drilled gaping holes through my armory of teeth yesterday; then how could I chew with unprecedented gusto; the exotic mountain of voluptuous nuts stashed abundantly on my bedside table today?

If I had satanically sheared my intricately seductive eyelids yesterday; then how could I enjoy the stupendously cool coat of dewdrops that hung ardently in the atmosphere today?

If I had insanely evacuated every droplet of blood from the veins in my body yesterday; then how could I donate it to save the life of my mother; who was struggling for breath; and on the tenterhooks of extinction today?

If I had invidiously ripped apart even the last bit of my fingernails yesterday; then how could I scratch at the heavenly chunks of cheese; insatiably caress the titillating couch of fur that engulfed me from all sides today?

If I had injected snake poison in my tender brain yesterday; then how could I embrace the astronomical prowess of memory; the spellbinding ocean of imagination that awaited open handed for me today?

If I had savagely dried the emphatic cloud of moisture from my jeweled eyeball yesterday; then how could I ooze a river of exuberant tears for my separated ones; who had met me after countless number of decades today?

If I had diabolically peeled each pore of my nimble skin yesterday; then how could I accept the color of the entire Universe; uninhibitedly bouncing in my lap today?

If I had abruptly stopped my heart from beating yesterday; then how could I worship the person who was irrefutably in love with me today?

And If I had strangulated my breath yesterday; forcing my being to relinquish life in utter frustration yesterday; then how could I bask in the glory of the brilliant Sun; which kissed my impoverished doorstep passionately today?

50. THE GREATEST SIN Having supremely spell binding eyes was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you were gruesomely blind; unable to see a step further even after possessing them right

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

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

Having an insurmountably hard skull was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that it was the main cause for transforming all your philanthropic thoughts to as hard as incorrigible stone even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin, And having an enchantingly blossoming life was simply not a sin at all; but leading it listlessly; trudging your way through just for the heck of it without basking in the stupendous glory of the resplendent moonlight even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin.

The End .