The Power Of Black - Poems On Humanity, Social Cause, Poverty, Women Empowerment - Volume 1
Poem by Nikhil Parekh
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This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems, is actually volume 1 of the Book titled - The Power of Black - Poems on Humanity, Social Cause, Poverty, Women empowerment (400 pages) .
The Book cardinally aims to end the negative perception and energies associated with the color black and the under-privileged sections of the society. Many a different times the utmost exhilaration spawns from a persons disability as his/her desire to achieve the impossible is several times heightened than the normal counterpart. The magical essence of Black has been epitomized to the hilt in every poetic stanza that follows-to lead to a trail of unassailable victory.
This collection of poems is endlessly dedicated to the power of the color Black. Black which in common parlance is perceived to be negative and a disability to continue the chapters of life. But this very Black which has been described as the most powerful color for survival on earth. The most magical fragrance of every entities soul which continues to infatuate even beyond the dormitories of heaven and hell.
I nikhil parekh am truly grateful to every bit of Blackness enshrouding me, which has made me a magician to express the innermost realms of my soul into poetic verse on blank paper. Black is beautiful. Black triumphs till beyond eternity. Black is the most inscrutably tantalizing fabric of existence. God bless Black.
About The Poetry Book
The poet has genuinely believed that even the most inexplicable of sorrow can be projected as well as alleviated via the power of magical poetry. Wondrously implementing the same in this soothing compendium of poems-Parekh brings to the fore various evils lingering in the society and tries to cure them offering the balm of poetry. The poems contained within are starkly explicit and poignantly debate on various global social causes like female foeticide, blindness, smoking, molestation, adopting the girl child, hiv-aids discrimination.etc. In a battle of adroit analogies the poet emphatically portrays even the tiniest of social evil and urges mankind to rise above the same. Poetically he tries to unite hearts all across the Universe in the spirit of love, oneness and compassion to give birth to a renaissance against evil and unjustness. This victorious concoction of poems would appeal to all those who've so selflessly fought for a social cause and to uproot evil forever from the fabric of society.
1. BLACK FOR THE BLIND.
3. A WALL OF BLACKNESS- OUR MOST SADISTIC SAVIOR.
4. THE MAGIC OF BLACK
5. HELP THE BLIND
6. THAT I WAS BLIND - A POEM TO SENSITIZE THOSE WITH EYE-SIGHT TOWARDS THOSE WHO ARE BLIND.
7. DOGGEDLY BLIND
8. WHAT ABOUT HIM
9. HAVE HIV/AIDS. YOU STILL LIVE TILL THE CREATOR WANTS YOU TO.
10. AIDS DOESN'T KILL. YOUR ATTITUDE KILLS.
11. POEM ON BLOOD DONATION- DONATING BLOOD- MEANS LOVING IT ALL THE MORE
12. ABORTION—THE GREATEST SIN
13. STOP GHASTLY FEMALE FOETICIDE RIGHT NOW!
14. REMEMBER THIS. THE NEXT TIME YOU SET OUT TO RAPE.
15. THE NEXT TIME DO REMEMBER; O! BIGOTED MAN
16. ADOPT THE GIRL CHILD.
17. ORPHAN ON THE STREET
18. A TO Z IMMORTAL LOVE
19. WAS IT HIS FAULT?
20. DIE JUST ONCE
22. SLUM CHILDREN
23. LAUGHTER THE BEST MEDICINE
24. WHO CARES
25. KILLER EARTHQUAKE
26. REBUILDING A NEW GUJARAT
27. HAD ALL YOUR SO-CALLED MANLINESS DIED?
28. SHE COLLAPSED
29. IF YOU REALLY FELT SORRY
30. QUIT RAGGING OR GO TO HELL
31. TO THE SERVICE OF MANKIND
34. LOVE ME
35. THE BRAVE ARE DEFINITELY THOSE
36. LIVE NO EVIL
37. TSUNAMI AFTERMATH- LIVIDLY LIVING CORPSE
38. TSUNAMI- THE WAVE OF DEATH; DEATH AND ONLY INCONSOLABLE DEATH.
39. EVERY LOVE BRINGS ALONG
40. HUMAN - PART 2
42. FOOD AND ITS UNBELIEVABLE POWER.
43. TRULY MAKING A DIFFERENCE FOR GOODNESS.
44. LET THEM GET MARRIED.
45. SALUTING THE STREET DOGS.
46. SAVE YOUR LOVE. SAVE WATER.
47. GOOD THOUGHTS NEED TO BE RIGHTLY IMPLEMENTED.
49. A TRIBUTE TO THE NOBEL PRIZE - MY HUMBLE SALUTATIONS
50. LOVE IS THE MOST IMMORTAL.
1. BLACK FOR THE BLIND.
Black for the blind is the most unassailable form of survival; a color which epitomizes even the most infinitesimal aspect of their lives to the most handsomely unprecedented limits,
Black for the blind is the most bewitching form of beauty; a color which sensuously enshrouds even the most obfuscated of their nerves; with the most supremely tantalizing enigmas of life,
Black for the blind is the only Sun of insuperable optimism; a color which forever paints the canvas of their haplessly barren life; with perennially untamed forests of desire,
Black for the blind is the most blessing Universe of infinite infinity; a color which quintessentially constitutes every tangible and intangible moment of their inexplicably quavering lives,
Black for the blind is the most tastiest form of food and water; a color which equally crucifies and mitigates them in even the most drearily slavering sphere of their lives,
Black for the blind is the most ecstatically unfettered form of meditation; a color which forever liberates them of even the most ghastliest of their misery and unlimited pain,
Black for the blind is the only perception of unending pricelessness; a color which infallibly clings to even the most oblivious of their contours; irrespective of their caste; creed; religion and tribe,
Black for the blind is the most ultimate source of entertainment; a color which engenders them to wonderfully replenish every crevice of their misery with magically unparalleled exultation,
Black for the blind is the only word that culminates into the entire dictionary; a color which most Omnipotently defines even the most evanescent activity of their ardent lives,
Black for the blind is the most invincible scent of righteousness; a color which transcends the goriest trace of devil; with a passionate atmosphere of unconquerable ubiquitous oneness,
Black for the blind is a fearlessly everlasting celebration; a color which even the greatest of warriors trembled to tread into; whereas with them it remained as rejoicingly during life as after the final insinuations of breath,
Black for the blind is where the most royally blossoming prosperity begins and ends; a color into which the best of gold; silver and happiness metamorphoses into since the very first cry of euphoric life,
Black for the blind is the only Omnipresent God; an invincible form; a divinely color; an undefeated shape; an unshakable power; which perennially rules even the most cloistered ounce of this Universe at its peerless fingertips,
Black for the blind is most gloriously rejuvenating elixir; an inebriating color; which reaches the most tantalizingly seductive crescendo an infinite times; in just one singular lifetime,
Black for the blind is the most undyingly subliming warrior; a color which reigns perpetually supreme over every innuendo; of even the most dramatic victory and defeat,
Black for the blind is the most benign cradle of infanthood; youth; adulthood and old age; a color which indelibly refuses to leave them for even an infidel moment in their entire lifetime,
Black for the blind is an inborn spirit of irrefutable worship; a color which requires not the slightest of hymns; prayers; or venerated water to timelessly consecrate it,
Black for the blind is the most Omniscient jewel of the eye; a color which indefatigably stretches beyond sleep and awakening; into a paradise of the unparalleled Creator Divine,
Black for the blind is the most blessed mantra of life; a color which was the sole reflection of their heart; soul and conscience; a color which wholesomely and indefinitely overpowers the color of their blood and breath too,
O! Yes; Black for the blind is the most unassailable soul mate of survival and beyond; a color to which they are immortally married right since the very first whisper of life; irrespective of whether the planet outside complied with or brutally denied
Black. A Color which surreptitiously tingles even the most obliviously dormant crannies of your soul; to realms beyond the wisps of eternal eternity.
Black. A Color which triggers an unsurpassable inferno of hidden fires in your naked skin; indefatigably tantalizing your nimble shadow to forever blend with the celestially enamoring fabric of the night.
Black. A Color which inevitably magnetizes you towards even the most infinitesimal speck of your surrounding environment; irrespective of your indelibly vociferous denial to survive.
Black. A Color which engenders you to timelessly discover your ever-pervadingly unbridled creativity; as you ardently gyrate in the passionately undying fabric of the iridescent night.
Black. A Color which stupefies every conceivable patch of the whites of your eye; transfixes you into a state of timelessly eternal bliss; with nothing else but a cloud of everlasting sensuality as your sole savior.
Black. A Color which insatiably augments your desire to inexhaustibly proliferate; inundate every perceivable filament of earth divine with cloudbursts of your untamed virility; with none but amorphous darkness to discover.
Black. A Color which brings out the truest shades of your eclectically vibrant personality; at times unleashing the unfettered animal within you; as you ecstatically slaver and rollick on virgin mud; without a cloth to engulf your uncontrollably shivering skin.
Black. A Color which renders every pore of your impeccable flesh in unlimited bewilderment of the profound feel of boundless depth; transports you into an unending labyrinth of ebulliently perennial desire.
Black. A Color which forever rectifies even the most inconspicuous trace of inconsolably pulverizing misery; coalescing every form of torturous anguish in vicinity with a singleton shade of amazingly mollifying equanimity.
Black. A Color which indefatigably challenges the devil to appear again and again and again; only so that the spirit of triumphantly Omnipotent righteousness; overtopples it beyond dormitories of feasible recognition; everytime.
Black. A Color which forever annihilates even the most evanescent trace of your dolorously beleaguered shadow; encompassing every ingredient of your crimson blood with the undaunted tenacity to holistically survive.
Black. A Color which makes you fearlessly entwine your fingers with the intrepidly unknown; igniting the bonfire of unstoppable adventure in every conceivable corridor of your innocuously pious soul.
Black. A Color which perpetuates even the most extinguishing part of you to fantasize beyond the definitions of the extraordinary; discover the completeness of existence as the flaming Sun sinks well behind the Omnipresent horizons.
Black. A Color which makes you wholesomely forget every tangible idiosyncrasy of caste; creed; tribe or color; as all appeared symbiotically alike under the most celestially ameliorating carpet of the moonless night.
Black. A Color which knew no blazing victory or ghastly defeat; as even the most ethereal trace of war ceased with the descent of the marvelously royal night.
Black. A Color which metamorphoses even the most monotonously robotic part of you into the most seductively mitigating of poet; as you inevitably started to churn fathomless lines of divinely poetry; with every whisper and kiss of the night.
Black. A Color which makes you synergistically neutral to life and death; misery and effulgent happiness; as all you could see; perceive; implement and imbibe; was just darkness; darkness and just timelessly emancipating darkness.
Black. A Color which foments you to exhale the most fervently fiery of your breath; in order to victoriously blaze a stream of optimistically mitigating light; through the tunnel of unendingly embracing darkness.
Black. A Color which facilitates spectacularly untamed lovemaking to the most unconquerable limits; as countless blessed seeds of fertility timelessly permeated the cradle of the atmosphere; with absolutely no hindrance to grow; at an hour always past passionate midnight.
3. A WALL OF BLACKNESS- OUR MOST SADISTIC SAVIOR.
It was a wall of hopelessly crippling and deplorable blackness; a wall whose treacherous realms seemed to stretch to even an infinite kilometers beyond the
realms of hopeless infinite infinity,
It was a wall of treacherously terrorizing and parasitic blackness; a wall whose foundations were indelibly soaked in unsurpassable mortuaries of pristinely innocuous blood,
It was a wall of tyrannically hedonistic and bigotic blackness; a wall whose cadaverously invidious dimensions couldn't at all be measured; by any of the holistic living kind,
It was a wall of cynically mocking and crucifying blackness; a wall whose stench of disparagingly venomous lies; granted the most torturous of death; even at every exuberantly unfurling instant of life,
It was a wall of vindictively tawdry and sinful blackness; a wall which spelt devastatingly confounded misery; at every conceivable step that we alighted on
the trajectory of spell binding earth,
It was a wall of traumatically inexplicable and prurient blackness; a wall which was infact the most veritably unfortunate staircase to the unstoppably massacring devil's graveyard,
It was a wall of ignominiously slandering and victimizing blackness; a wall which asphyxiated us more and more lecherously towards penalizing stagnation; even as we were in the most enchanting prime of life,
It was a wall of indescribably silent and neglecting blackness; a wall which disassociated us in criminal entirety; from every tangible and intangible aspect of the symbiotic earth outside,
It was a wall of despondently livid and incarcerating blackness; a wall which led only to the coffins of the cancerously jinxed past; irrespective of the boundlessly bestowing virility trapped in our stride,
It was a wall of ominously abhorrent and abusive blackness; a wall which sealed even the most inconspicuously optimistic aperture of our life; with whiplashes of irrevocably hapless denial,
It was a wall of insidiously jailing and punitive blackness; a wall which indiscriminately bludgeoned even the last ounce of strength from our holistically effervescent veins,
It was a wall of despairingly delinquent and unsparing blackness; a wall which diabolically curtailed us from relishing even the most oblivious of pleasures on this fathomlessly enriching planet,
It was a wall of ghoulishly non-existent and ribald blackness; a wall which tirelessly pulverized us as a piece of excoriated shit; irrespective of our caste; creed; dignity; color or kind,
It was a wall of chauvinistically inflated and unending blackness; a wall which forever rendered us horribly maimed; and bereft of even the most infinitesimal enlightenment in the chapter of our truncated life,
It was a wall of doggedly dying and morbid blackness; a wall which cast its spell of intolerably strangulating evil upon every of our kind; irrespective of any ostensible reason or rhyme,
It was a wall of tirelessly frustrating and penalizing blackness; a wall which just couldn't be felled by even the most perpetual force of righteousness or united might,
It was a wall of maliciously demeaning and spurious blackness; a wall which made us feel like frigidly deteriorating matchsticks; on the firmament of this boundlessly benign Universe,
It was a wall of truculently fetid and never-ending blackness; a wall which fomented us to horrendously stumble and falter; even on the most infallibly
unflinching footsteps of life,
It was a wall of brutally tormenting and devilish blackness; a wall which no fraternity of the living race on planet divine; could ever tolerate even for lightening fractions of time; and which we were gifted with for the remainder of our lives,
It was a wall of disgustingly ghastly and unforgiving blackness; a wall which made us at times lose our faith in the Omnipresent Almighty; wholesomely drowned and wavering in a sea of despairing darkness,
It was a wall of blackness which didn't spare us the slightest at even the most ultimate breath of our lives; it was a wall of blackness which was our irrefutably unconquerable destiny irrespective of what the lines on our palms otherwise said; it was such a wall of blackness which would perpetually stay with us as our most sadistic savior as we were born blind; and to break even an obfuscated portion of it we desperately needed eyesight; which we would never ever get in the destined tenure of our utterly devastated lifetime.
4. THE MAGIC OF BLACK
There were infinite who associated it with disdainfully grave infidelity; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with uninhibited sensuousness sprouting from each pore of the skin,
There were infinite who associated it with unrelentingly diabolical massacre; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the quintessential humility in every living being,
There were infinite who associated it with surreptitiously macabre trepidation; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the seeds
of beautifully untamed virility,
There were infinite who associated it with gravely anomalous deliriousness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the invincible sacredness of the twinkling stars,
There were infinite who associated it with sleazily cacophonic drunkenness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the profoundly rejuvenating awakening of the soul,
There were infinite who associated it with vindictively stabbing pain; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the mellifluously unconquerable sounds of the nightingale,
There were infinite who associated it with amorphously penalizing vacuum; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the most unassailably brilliant fireballs of passion,
There were infinite who associated it with unstoppably demonic disaster; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the umbrella of
all bountifully uncurbed freshness,
There were infinite who associated it with treacherously ribald ghoulishness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the unimpeachably consecrating spirit of the divine,
There were infinite who associated it with carnivorously jinxed emptiness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the ravishingly succulent gallery of unparalleled enchantment,
There were infinite who associated it with satanically lambasting imprisonment; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the intrepidly whispering winds of adventure,
There were infinite who associated it with inexplicably asphyxiating danger; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the triumph of rhapsodic exhilaration over sadistic monotony,
There were infinite who associated it with indefatigably cursed wailing; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the ultimate panacea for triggering an inimitably priceless fantasy,
There were infinite who associated it with lecherously deteriorating nothingness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the insuperably glorious crown of mysticism,
There were infinite who associated it with devastatingly evaporating misfortune; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the boundless ramifications of the royal destiny lines,
There were infinite who associated it with miserably pulverizing hatred; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the kingly stupor of immortal poetry,
There were infinite who associated it with unfinished tyrannized bemoaning of the soul; whilst there were also infinite of a kind; who associated it with the absolute infallible epitome of creativity,
There were infinite who associated it with insidiously jeopardizing betrayal; whilst there were also infinite of a kind; who associated it with the latent reflection of compassionately truthful love,
There were infinite who associated it with venomously annihilating terrorism; whilst there were also infinite of a kind; who associated it with most blissfully nourishing cradle of perpetual silence,
Such. O! Yes Such. Was the magic of the amazingly multi-personality and
ever-pervading color; Black
5. HELP THE BLIND
There were bedspreads of darkness around him,
rays of light deserted him in peak of youth,
submerging his silhouette in waves of merciless Black,
crippling all fantasies of beauty and form,
subjecting him to brutal strokes of destiny,
caressing him with marathon minutes of despair,
divesting him of essential ingredients of life,
evaporating remnant traces of hope with seconds zipping by.
he read projected script of authentic Braille,
danced with counterpart mate in galleries of incessant gloom,
ate and slept in confinement, till escorted by those with sight,
carried a metallic cane with shades of white and scarlet red,
bore everyday brunt of sardonic laughter,
looked enchanting in strips of stained black glass,
groped his way, confronting traffic with melted introversion,
watched television solely relying on the cadence,
occasionally wore gaudy cloth upside down,
he could dream of none but blackness, as he was oblivious to light,
recognized all in proximity by their voice,
bereft of precious centers of vision he lay unattended,
there are several of his kind devoid of sight,
c'mon friends lets gear up to help the blind.
6. THAT I WAS BLIND - A POEM TO SENSITIZE THOSE WITH EYE-SIGHT TOWARDS THOSE WHO ARE BLIND.
Outside; the Sun fire-lit every sagging bit of nerve and adulterated soil; into an unparalleled wind of optimism; blazing into dynamic freshness,
For me though; the blackness grew even more disconcerting than ever;
slowly crippling all my dimensions of beauty and charm- a blackness which rendered my existence into hysteric sadness with no respite.
Outside; the leaves blossomed into sparkling freshness from their tender buds; as mists of desire not only kissed them; but gave them the tenacity to lead a fulsome life,
For me though; the blackness pierced more ominously than a zillion smoldering thorns; leading me to dungeons of despair-a blackness which made me lose my way everytime I tread with new-found hope on rustic soil.
Outside; there was unimaginably fervent hustle-bustle as people of all color; caste; creed; race and religion-jostled helter-skelter in the rat race of survival of the fittest,
For me though; the blackness spun its web of disdainful loneliness till the last grain of my fantasy-a blackness which made me shunt every fabric of society in a baseless apprehension of cold rejection.
Outside; there swirled festivity of all gigantic size and proportion; with crackling thunder and white lightening of the sky; giving people more reason to uninhibitedly cheer,
For me though; the blackness metamorphosed every piece of my creativity into color of the morbid grave-a blackness which made me miserably writhe and flounder in the most primary of duties towards life.
Outside; the shadows grew dismally taller and smaller depending on shades of the majestic day; as it earnestly gave way to an even more royally spell-binding and sensuous night,
For me though; the blackness made every joyous bit of existence a squandering non-existence-a blackness which made me worse than a new-born infant reaching out to a mother; sibling or hand everytime-only to find empty space.
Outside; the planet behaved at gay abandon; throwing a spirit of untamed adventure to the winds; as it dared to take the path unexplored and experience the mystical vibrations of the unknown,
For me though; the blackness crucified every inscrutable imagery into ashes of nothingness; a decrepit blackness that had rendered every tear drop of mine to
being merely called saline.
Outside; undulating waves of the ocean rose more and more euphorically towards the profoundness of the sky; as ravishing storms and thunder kissed its emerald water,
For me though; the blackness diabolically cursed with the most intolerable of stench—a blackness which was a wall worse than jail; painstakingly dissolving me into a hell of dreaded hatred.
Outside; people leapt out of bed at the most evanescent crackle of dawn; full of undaunted ebullience to start afresh and with pride in their souls; leaving the chapters of erroneously faltering past well behind,
For me though; the blackness sinfully rendered every instant of life howsoever past; present or future as just the same; a blackness which made me stagnate into wretched gloom as I haplessly groped to find the edge of my bed.
Outside; boundless civilizations of all living kind relished intricate varieties of food; huddled together to form their own inimitable chains for hearty 'Breakfast'; succulent 'Lunch' and sumptuous 'Dinner',
For me though; the blackness discarded me like a chunk of orphaned feces in busiest of streets; a blackness which at times made my trembling hands feed my ears; eyes and forehead; if they were the slightest occupied in finding a place for me to sit.
Outside; the globe changed everyday by the power of unduplicated imagination; as a united mass of living beings dared to envision; empower and enlighten with their mysticism extraordinaire,
For me though; the blackness hissed the ugliness of despairing extinction; a blackness that made me perceive every space on this planet as a miserably Lost World.
Outside; there eternally continued the chapters of effulgent life and inevitable death; till the time God commanded this earth to symbiotically exist,
For me though; the blackness heinously tightened its grip around my neck; a blackness which made me feel as if traversing alive like a meaningless corpse and being lambasted by the mortuaries of death.
No No. Before you start presuming me to be the worst kind of jinxed human existing. Let me tell you that I wasn't any of the sort.
As the truth was far more unbearably unfortunate. That I was Blind.
7. DOGGEDLY BLIND
Even if you placed him under the most ferociously blazing Sunlight; with rays of blistering flamboyance disseminating into a pool of profound dynamism around
Even if you placed him in castles profusely embellished with the most scintillating of jewels; with a crown of unprecedentedly glittering gold perched majestically on his head,
Even if you placed him amidst an unsurpassably titillating cavern of infatuating seductresses; with the inebriation of untamed sensuality overwhelmingly transcending over cranny of the jejune atmosphere,
Even if you placed him in the floodlights of indomitable cynosure; with countless cameras dazzling the enchanting night in mystical shimmer; clicking him from every angle in inexorable adulation,
The air around him still stabbed him like a zillion venomously blood stained thorns; the world around him was nothing but a dungeon of ghoulishly penalizing darkness; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born Disastrously blind.
Even if you placed him in the stridently pulsating discotheque; with the vivaciously revolving lights triggering a revolution of unparalleled ebullience in the heart of the sonorously deadened night,
Even if you placed him in the center of the fathomlessly sunlit sky; with the beams of the Sun striking him the absolute first; before diffusing down on earth below,
Even if you placed him abreast a billion ingratiatingly glistening oyster shells; with pricelessly resplendent pearls filtering a civilization of beautifully exotic and insatiably milky light,
Even if you placed him on swords of patriotically glowing camaraderie; with the untamed dazzle of victory magnetically permeating through the sullen
The air around him still asphyxiated him like fish left to die on the shores; the world around him was nothing but a coffin of vomiting blackness; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born haplessly blind.
Even if you placed him on the most exquisitely emollient velvet; with endlessly invincible bonfires spiraling towards even portions beyond the sky; just at whisker lengths from his impoverished visage,
Even if you placed him on a bed of irrefutably candid mirrors; with the beams of impregnable honesty emanating; transforming even the most ethereal bit of
murkiness into symbiotically spell binding righteousness,
Even if you placed him before the most panoramically fantastic of landscapes on this Universe; with an ocean of inimitably artistic beauty astonishingly unfurling from every construable quarter by his side,
Even if you placed him in a garden of stupendously crimson roses; with the tinges of gorgeously rhapsodic scarlet fathomlessly overpowering every conceivable object in vicinity,
The air around him still murdered him to a morbid death every unveiling instant of his life; the world around him was nothing but a amorphous skeleton of invidious darkness; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born cursedly blind.
Even if you placed him on the epitome of unceasing prosperity; with the most adorably enamoring clouds of silk uninhibitedly drifting from all sides,
Even if you placed him on the pinnacle of unassailable Mount Everest; with the Omnipotent festoon of insurmountably illuminating stars and Moon; majestically kissing him on his poignantly nimble skin,
Even if you placed him on a paradise of tempestuously tantalizing wax; with flames of pristine success sailing high and handsome at every speck of the
Even if you placed him amidst all the richness of this limitlessly gargantuan planet; with every path that the tread; every thing that he caressed; metamorphosing into a mountain of unbelievably opulent gold,
The air around him still pulverized every element of his existence into a deliriously decaying morass; the world around him was nothing but a frigidly infidel chunk of melting ice; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born doggedly blind.
8. WHAT ABOUT HIM
Even though you had beautifully sparkling eyes; with loads of charismatic fortitude entrapped in your bones; still you trembled at the thought of clambering up 100 floors of the colossal building without the escalator,
What about him who was perpetually blind; for whom the world was a cloud of gruesome darkness; right since innocuous childhood?
Even though you had voluptuous jewels of eye; Herculean stamina in the bulging muscle of your arm; still the very thought of crossing the jam packed chaotic road; sent inexplicable shivers down your slender spine, What about him who was perpetually blind; for whom there was nothing like brightness or light in the dictionary of the mind?
Even though you had marvelously sparkling pairs of diamond eyes; the stoical ability to confront the most disastrous situation with astronomical ease; still you severely rebelled the prospect of jumping out of the plane with a parachute strapped tightly,
What about him who was perpetually blind; for whom the world meant nothing else; but simply an amalgamation of different voice?
Even though you had supremely robust hazel eyes; an uncanny ability to solve mind boggling enigmas in split seconds; still the prospect of swimming with the menacing alligators in the marshy swamps gave you horrendous nightmares every unveiling night,
What about him who was perpetually blind, didn't have even the most infinitesimal idea as to what were twinkling stars; what was blistering Sunlight?
Even though you had opalescent rainbow complexioned eyes; the supreme agility in your legs to leap with astounding ease over boundless hurdles at a time, still you wept uncontrollably at the onset of choosing your favorite shirt amongst millions of fabric strewn around,
What about him who was perpetually blind; didn't even know as to whether the cloth engulfing his chest; was a garishly striped shirt or a trouser with swanky shine?
Even though you had mesmerizing blue eyes; invincible strength encompassing your entire demeanor; still you dreaded a trifle at the mention of going to acrimonious war,
What about him who was perpetually blind; who couldn't perceive one bit about the mammoth boulder of stinging needles; just at whisker lengths from his body?
Even though you had phlegmatically cherry red eyes; and exuberant spirit of adventure profusely embedded in your stream of crimson blood; still you flinched a little in your subconscious mind; while nose-diving your jet as straight as an arrow from the cocoon of heavenly clouds towards the periphery of hard ground,
What about him who was perpetually blind; couldn't walk a step further without leaning on his red and white cane stick?
Even though you had splendidly shimmering eyes; an insatiable yearning towards oligarchic literature; still you thought multiple times before attempting to write a million pages of poetry a day,
What about him who was perpetually blind; who didn't even know how the 'L' of language looked like; persevered all his life caressing vaguely intricate Braille?
Even though you had astoundingly emphatic eyes; an unbelievable ability to judiciously discern thoroughly embedded in your mind; still you stared uncannily into open space; pondering on how would you ever meet the girl of your divinely dreams,
What about him who was perpetually blind; who couldn't even make out whether it was a man or a woman until it stringently spoke?
And even though you had two pairs of dynamically fiery eyes; a flamboyant swirl encapsulating your visage at every step you strolled; still you weren't 100% confident of facing life; ruminated for marathon hours as to what would besiege you after your death; would there be celestial paradise or ghastly hell,
What about him who was perpetually blind; who hadn't witnessed the most minuscule trace of glow since he took his first breath; for whom the solitary silent room in which he resided; was his only paradise; his only hell?
9. HAVE HIV/AIDS. YOU STILL LIVE TILL THE CREATOR WANTS YOU TO.
If he had been your Brother; then you'd have perhaps mischievously poked at his enchantingly twinkling nose; uninhibitedly cavorting with him through the freshly rain soaked fields of untamed corn,
If he had been your Father; then you'd have perhaps earnestly served him to
the best of your ability; sleeping compassionately close to his blessed heart; conceiving it to be the most invincibly celestial fortress on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,
If he had been your Husband; then you'd have perhaps walked shoulder to shoulder with him in every aspect of symbiotically fragrant existence; miraculously ameliorating the terseness in his temples; with the artistry of your mellifluously heavenly fingers,
If he had been your Neighbor; then you'd have perhaps enlightened every instant of his flabbergasting boredom; with the blazingly unfettered optimism in
your resplendently innocuous eyes,
If he had been your Uncle; then you'd have perhaps altruistically listened to the experiences of his exhilaratingly intrepid life; convivially sharing supper with him in the darkness of the insidiously sultry night,
If he had been your Teacher; then you'd have perhaps bent in due obeisance to each of his philanthropically eternal commands; trying to imbibe the maximum you could; of his sermons on the chapters of priceless life and humanity,
If he had been your Fan; then you'd have perhaps indefatigably tried to live up to his expectations; everytime you had the opportunity to majestically portray your inimitably iridescent talent to the boundless world,
If he had been your Mentor; then you'd have perhaps worshipped him every unfurling second of the brilliantly streaming day and sensuous night; dedicating every ounce of your magnificent success to his tirelessly sublimating voice,
If he had been your Slave; then you'd have perhaps irrefutably ensured that he got his quintessentially reinvigorating meals of the day; so that he diligently shed every iota of his robust perspiration for you all his life,
If he had been your Shadow; then you'd have perhaps magnanimously allowed
him to snuggle close to your chest in the wilderness of the ruthless night; replenishing his every desire with the unequivocal exuberance in your life,
If he had been your Son; then you'd have perhaps perpetually kept him cuddled in your impregnably unflinching lap; sequestering him from even the most infinitesimal treachery of existence; till the very last breath of your life,
If he had been your Ancestor; then you'd have perhaps tantalized every bone of your lugubriously opprobrious survival; wholesomely enshrouded and enchanted; with the inscrutable tales of his pristine past,
If he had been your Sculptor; then you'd have perhaps cherished each of his treasured moldings; profoundly and intimately in the innermost dormitories of your soul; for times immemorial,
If he had been your Godfather; then you'd have perhaps fervently yearned to
kiss his divinely feet every unleashing instant of ebulliently enthralling existence; perennially assimilate the ideals of his benign life in every ingredient of your crimson blood,
If he had been your Friend; then you'd have perhaps wholeheartedly welcome him with open arms; wanting to be a perpetual element of every of his joy and inexplicable tribulations,
If he had been your Fiancé; then you'd have perhaps tirelessly dreamt about him a countless days and nights; till the time you didn't forever unite with him; in unassailably sacrosanct connubial bliss,
If he had been your Successor/Kin; then you'd have perhaps spent a limitless moments of your life breathing affably close to him; tirelessly explaining to him the way in which he should disburse your countless millions; after you were veritably dead,
If he had been your Chef; then you'd have perhaps unlimitedly admired the unbelievably incredulous art in his palms; that spell-bindingly evolved the most ravishingly appetizing of delicacies within the ethereal wink of an eye,
But if he wasn't related with you in any manner; then the same Him having HIV/AIDS would have definitely been several ostracized and abused by you; as
you disdainfully discarded him from the fabric of your sanctimonious society
as a sinful untouchable,
Hopelessly failing to realize that there was no 'Relation/Religion Tag' needed to bond with another living being of your kind; as the Lord had created everyone alike unconquerably bonded in the religion of humanity;
And whereas he could still survive with HIV/AIDS for a long time till
the Omnipotent Creator wanted him to breathe and even without your support;
but for disrespecting another of your fellow mate; for criminally disowning one similar to you of the Lord's Omnipresent living kind; you for one had definitely confirmed an undeniably ghastly place for yourself in the realms of diabolically pulverizing hell; even before you could reach; the end of your impoverished destined time.
10. AIDS DOESN'T KILL. YOUR ATTITUDE KILLS.
Compassionately shaking hands with them; wont in anyway enshroud every ingredient of your blood with the most unforgivably cancerous of disease; wont in anyway annihilate you forever and ever and ever from the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,
Profusely intermingling your shadow with theirs; wont in anyway diminish you beyond the threshold of disparagingly dolorous oblivion; wont in anyway obfuscate your integrity with the clouds of tawdry salaciousness,
Tirelessly talking with them; wont in anyway make you the most delinquently inferior organism on this boundless earth; wont in anyway char your inimitably distinctive identity,
Amiably kissing them on their rubicund lips; wont in anyway evaporate every ounce of immunity from your body; wont in anyway transform you into the most treacherously cursed entity alive,
Uninhibitedly fondling their silken hair; wont in anyway jinx you with even
the most infinitesimal parasite on this limitless earth; wont in anyway trounce you to your dolorously fetid grave,
Mischievously nibbling at their innocuous ears; wont in anyway numb each of your senses to even the tiniest trace of sound; wont in anyway engulf each brilliant day of yours with hopelessly asphyxiating blackness,
Jubilantly adventuring with them in the inscrutable forests; wont in anyway sap you of untamed powerhouse of effulgent energy; wont in anyway make you an impotent pinch of mud fretting for an infinite lifetimes,
Profoundly staring into the whites of their impeccable eyes; wont in anyway blind you forever from every conceivable iota of pleasure and panoramic light; wont in anyway pulverize you into inanely impoverished nothingness,
Eclectically sketching their harmlessly nimble silhouette; wont in anyway vengefully deteriorate you into a pool of insipid nothingness; wont in anyway render you as the most ignominiously slandered artist alive,
Holistically eating with them in the same bowl; wont in anyway metamorphose
you into an ocean of endlessly lambasting tears; wont in anyway inundate the walls of your stomach with venomously aggrieved poison rather than the celestial fruits of the Creator Divine,
Unflinchingly entwining your fingers into theirs; wont in anyway horrendously deplete you of every ounce of your strength; wont in anyway impede you from symbiotically coalescing with the rest of eternally fructifying living kind,
Sleeping impregnably close to them to shelter them at night; wont in anyway grant you a place in the most vindictively unsparing of hell; wont in anyway prematurely bury you a countless feet beneath your veritable grave,
Flirtatiously tickling their nubile skin; wont in anyway hang you upside down in the most brilliantly blazing of Sunlight; wont in anyway seal every other synergistically untainted option for you in the chapter of resplendent life,
Wholeheartedly embracing them as one of your own kin; wont in anyway perpetuate in you the germs of the most ominously tyrannical of disease; wont in anyway render you satanically crippled for the remainder of your life,
Affably conserving each droplet of their golden sweat in your palms; wont in anyway erase the spell binding destiny lines of your existence; wont in anyway proclaim you as a preposterously shameful misfit for the fabric of society,
Altruistically applying the balm of humanity on their inexplicable wounds; wont in anyway assassinate every bit of harmonious knowledge that you had so wonderfully assimilated since the first cry of birth; wont in anyway torment you even after you died,
Uninhibitedly drinking water from their unfinished glass; wont in anyway transform every ingredient of your Omnipotent blood into unbearably vindictive venom; wont in anyway truculently slain the royal seeds of virility from your endowed life,
Unceasingly enlightening them with the magical artistry in your persona; wont in anyway endanger even the most diminutive shade of existence on the perennial planet; wont in anyway transform you into a sinful eunuch wailing the last words of your life,
Unassailably blending every breath of yours with theirs; wont in anyway defeat you the slightest in any philanthropic quest of your blessed life; wont in anyway abruptly snap the fangs of your miraculously proliferating existence,
Immortally bonding every beat of your heart with theirs; wont in anyway make you the most abhorred criminal of this globe; wont in anyway metamorphose every definition of true love into sadistically betraying hatred,
Paradoxically; whereas doing all the above things with them wont in anyway harm you the tiniest; but their not receiving the same from you would definitely make them die the most ghastliest of death; a death which would not be a result of their suffering from HIV/AIDS, but an extinction which would be the most horrifically gruesome; a death which would be the most perpetually criminal; caused due to opprobrious disdain and neglect by you; you and only you; who was none other than their uncaring fellow human kind.
11. POEM ON BLOOD DONATION- DONATING BLOOD- MEANS LOVING IT ALL THE MORE
I presumed you loved it- as it was your spirit to successfully accomplish your every philanthropic mission- with the blessings of the Omnipotent Lord Almighty,
I presumed you loved it- as it most ecstatically charged up you up- as you leapt forward to uninhibitedly blossom in the garden of vibrantly bestowed life,
I presumed you loved it- as it was your humane lifeline to mélange so serenely with your surroundings- become a quintessential constituent in the atmosphere of symbiotic camaraderie,
I presumed you loved it- since it was your amiable stamp amongst all mortals- as you traversed shoulder to shoulder with every of your fellow human; blessed with the fundamental principles of existence,
I presumed you loved it- since it taught you the value of priceless life- inspired you to live life to its very fullest and endeavor your earnest best to afford the same to your fellow beings in duress,
I presumed you loved it- as it evoked the artist in you to burgeon in realms of unfettered sensuousness- as you assimilated your creative potential from slim space- before sharing it with the outside world,
I presumed you loved it- as it added that extra ounce of zeal in your step- as you embarked upon every adventure that you were passionate about- in a life unpredictably mystical but blessed,
I presumed you loved it- since it transcended you above all barriers of caste; creed; religion and color to bond with the religion of oneness and humanity,
I presumed you loved it- as it magnetically drew you closer to your soulmates in life- reminding you that chapters of life bore royal fruition when confronted with true love,
I presumed you loved it- as it revitalized your complexion and countenance to appear as that of a handsome human- prone to all that was further destined- but resiliently following the path of truth,
I presumed you loved it- as though silent- it triggered an inferno of universal desire in your nimble silhouette- as you evolved your virile kin and family further on
this infallibly flawless Universe,
I presumed you loved it- as it helped you coin a new definition of compassionate companionship- one that accepted one and all for what they were and as they had come into God's planet divine,
I presumed you loved it- as its healing balm empowered you to start afresh after every of your humanely trip and fall- let the blazingly Omnipotent rays of the Sun God energize you towards your righteously benevolent mission in life,
I presumed you loved it- as it fortified your bond of togetherness not only with your biological kin- but with your environment and with every living being in harmonious friendship,
I presumed you loved it- as it gave you the strength to never betray your own conscience- and irrespective of wherever you were and whatever you did- you were answerable to Omnipresent God,
I presumed you loved it- as it led you through astounding myriad colors of a poignant survival- which all eventually amalgamated and united into a rainbow of altruistic caring,
I presumed you loved it- as it gradually and very moderately transformed you into a blissful adult from a diminutive infant- in perfect accordance with the winds of creation- bestowed upon by the Omniscient Creator,
I presumed you loved it- as you honestly paved your path through the multifarious replenishing fields and shades of existence- being just othing infront of the unassailable Lord,
And I am definitely sure that you would love your blood all themore- -if you donated it to all those in dire need of it— thereby giving true meaning to the essence of humanitarian unity and humane oneness,
For the chapters of Life and Death are in God's hands - but donating blood is just one great humanitarian way in which you could help your blessed fellow living being.
12. ABORTION—THE GREATEST SIN
Abortion. A word that brutally devastates the heart of spell binding imagination; casting a spell of irrevocably endless gloom upon every iota of exhilarating freshness in the atmosphere,
Abortion. A word that is indescribably gory to the most unprecedented limits; dismally silencing priceless life; even before it could take construable roots,
Abortion. A word that profanely imperils god's most sacrosanct chapter of proliferation; horrifically assassinating the rainbows of profound exuberance in life's mystical swirl,
Abortion. A word that perpetuates deliriously ghastly abhorrence amongst all
caste; creed and tribe alike; sinfully asphyxiating the mantra of innocuous
Abortion. A word that indefatigably rots in the aisles of murderously cold-blooded hell; snaps every ounce of Samaritan brotherhood from boundlessly bountiful civilizations,
Abortion. A word that decimates even the most unassailable flag of victory
to dastardly ash; hedonistically rebels against the Omnipresent Almighty Lord; evoking the most angriest moments from emollient heaven,
Abortion. A word that sends vindictively decrepit chills down till the very last bone of the spine; an unforgivable crime for which even the greatest of God's couldn't grant you reprieve,
Abortion. A word that treacherously jeopardizes holistically burgeoning sanctity; indiscriminately pulverizes stupendously benign goodness to the infinitesimally worthless devil's workshop,
Abortion. A word that foments dolorous discontentment since the very first
shimmer of majestically enchanting dawn; metamorphosing every ingredient of
poignantly scarlet blood in the body; to ghoulishly amorphous and heartless
Abortion. A word that salaciously reverberates with unsolicited prejudice;
baselessly penalizing the fabric of existence; to mollify meaningless idiosyncrasies of pompously tawdry human beings,
Abortion. A word that pronounces intransigently cannibalistic mercilessness;
till the time this earth existed and even beyond,
Abortion. A word that disintegrates into countless fragments of inane worthlessness; diffusing nothing but preposterously unwarranted fear; even amidst the most perpetually deadened of graves,
Abortion. A word that is the most cadaverous of invective upon God's paradise of wonderfully symbiotic creation; diabolically squelching the essence of compassionately synergistic togetherness into mists of perfidiously vanishing desolation,
Abortion. A word that wretchedly penalizes the freshly evolving for ostensibly no fault of theirs; a mortuary of endless decay and wicked diabolism,
Abortion. A word that swipes the uninhibitedly everlasting freedom to live and breathe; torturing the naturally harmonious body to the most bizarrely unprecedented limits,
Abortion. A word that propagates nothing but a disease more truculently debilitating than atrocious cancer; ruthlessly killing the effulgent spirit of holistic survival,
Abortion. A word that not only sucks blessed blood from organisms alive; but
tirelessly relishes it; smacking its tyrannical lips in unfathomable contentment,
Abortion. A word that just wasn't there in the dictionary of the God's; a word so deadly that even the most victimizing of hell's trembled to harbor in their sinful repertoire,
Abortion. A word that some females succumbed to today; just to maintain the
trim silhouettes of their non-existent stomachs; just to expend more time with the bombastically bawdy high society; just to carve a flamboyantly artificial integrity for themselves in the uxoriously dogmatic professional world; although they very well knew that it would be the greatest sin that they would ever commit not only for this birth; but for an infinite more births of theirs; even after the planet had ceased to exist
13. STOP GHASTLY FEMALE FOETICIDE RIGHT NOW!
By ruthlessly killing the female fetus right in its sacred womb itself; you're infact ruthlessly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of unassailably divine fertility,
By indiscriminately killing the female fetus right in its magical womb itself; you're infact indiscriminately killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of miraculously replenishing compassion,
By torturously killing the female fetus right in its sacrosanct womb itself; you're infact torturously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of uninhibitedly heavenly mischief,
By insanely killing the female fetus right in its celestial womb itself; you're infact insanely killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of invincibly panoramic beauty,
By truculently killing the female fetus right in its Omnipotent womb itself; you're infact truculently killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of interminably blessing philanthropism,
By cannibalistically killing the female fetus right in its victorious womb itself; you're infact cannibalistically killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of pricelessly inimitable artistry,
By heartlessly killing the female fetus right in its perennial womb itself; you're infact heartlessly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of unconquerably unprejudiced truth,
By cold-bloodedly killing the female fetus right in its blessed womb itself; you're infact cold-bloodedly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of limitlessly poignant proliferation,
By unforgivably killing the female fetus right in its priceless womb itself; you're infact unforgivably killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of amazingly burgeoning creativity,
By sadistically killing the female fetus right in its insuperable womb itself; you're infact sadistically killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of blissfully ubiquitous fragrance,
By wretchedly killing the female fetus right in its unfettered womb itself; ' you're infact wretchedly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of passionately bonding equality,
By criminally killing the female fetus right in its Omniscient womb itself; you're infact criminally killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of enchantingly stupefying melody,
By venomously killing the female fetus right in its fructifying womb itself; you're infact venomously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of unshakably ameliorating brotherhood,
By barbarously killing the female fetus right in its unimpeachable womb itself; you're infact barbarously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of unfathomably exhilarating mysticism,
By hedonistically killing the female fetus right in its bountiful womb itself; you're infact hedonistically killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of unsurpassably undefeated goodness,
By cadaverously killing the female fetus right in its jubilant womb itself; you're infact cadaverously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of infallibly bewitching prosperity,
By demonically killing the female fetus right in its ebullient womb itself; you're infact demonically killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of everlastingly symbiotic happiness,
By worthlessly killing the female fetus right in its triumphant womb itself; you're infact worthlessly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of unconquerably sumptuous versatility,
By violently killing the female fetus right in its eternal womb itself; you're infact violently killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could've been of ever-pervadingly righteous strength,
But by sacrilegiously killing the female fetus in its Omnipresent womb itself; you're infact sacrilegiously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which definitely and would 100% be of an infinite infants; children; girls; women; boys; men; uncles; aunts; fathers; mothers; grandfathers; grandmothers; and an endless list of an endless more relations to you; galore
14. REMEMBER THIS. THE NEXT TIME YOU SET OUT TO RAPE.
You're not just raping her sacrosanct flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; brutally raping; the untainted spirit of her symbiotically bountiful existence,
You're not just raping her effulgent flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; indiscriminately raping; her impeccably unhindered and divinely image
in the fathomless world,
You're not just raping her victorious flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; unforgivably raping; the countless ideals of Godly motherhood; that her persona had inevitably established on planet earth,
You're not just raping her melodious flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; diabolically raping; her unconquerable individuality to independently exist as a female on this spell binding Universe,
You're not just raping her harmonious flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; sacrilegiously raping; the ever-pervading mantra of holistic spirituality; that enchantingly lingered in her soul,
You're not just raping her enamoring flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; demonically raping; every single ray of hope that she'd so triumphantly conceived; amidst a mortuary of ghoulishly asphyxiating blackness,
You're not just raping her jubilant flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; cold-bloodedly raping; the immortally unflinching cradle of truth and solidarity in her pious conscience,
You're not just raping her beautiful flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; torturously raping; the thread of insuperable humanity with which she'd felt so perpetually bonded with; till this very plagued moment,
You're not just raping her nubile flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; fanatically raping; the heavenly virginity of each tangible and intangible pore of her wondrously blessed form,
You're not just raping her ecstatic flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; inconsolably raping; the very melody and sweetness of her God-gifted creation,
You're not just raping her uninhibited flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; truculently raping; the wings of her everlastingly fructifying freedom,
You're not just raping her majestic flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; venomously raping; the fathomless labyrinths of artistry that she paved; on every of her advancing footstep,
You're not just raping her scintillating flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; hedonistically raping; the optimistically blazing Sun of her destiny; which now wanted to do nothing else but extinguish wholesomely,
You're not just raping her inimitable flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; ominously raping; her signature of ultimate authenticity; righteousness and eternally enthralling compassion,
You're not just raping her celestial flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; sinfully raping; every of her blissful fantasy and vision; of succeeding in whatever philanthropic that she wanted to do,
You're not just raping her bounteous flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; pugnaciously raping; even the tiniest of her desire to
synergistically mélange with every fraternity of humanity; further on,
You're not just raping her ubiquitous flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; tyrannically raping; the inherently effervescent and pristinely unabashed child gallivanting in each of her stride,
You're not just raping her royal flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; cannibalistically raping; the inimitably distinctive aura of infallible innocence; that perennially radiated from every tangible dimension of her persona,
You're not just raping her euphoric flesh; but by thoughtlessly doing so; you're infact and forever; uncouthly raping; even the tiniest insinuation of color; charm and vibrancy; from the chapter of her now vindictively devastated life,
So please do remember the above; the next time you set out to rape a woman;
O! maniacally perverted man
15. THE NEXT TIME DO REMEMBER; O! BIGOTED MAN
The next time you lecherously stare at an innocent woman; remember that there might be someone as devilish as you in the fathomless world; who might be profanely staring at your bountifully venerated mother's flesh too; and this very instant,
The next time you demonically try to traumatize an innocent woman; remember that there might be someone as diabolical as you in the fathomless world; who might be sinfully trying to traumatize your symbiotically priceless mother too; and this very
The next time you sacrilegiously fantasize about an innocent woman; remember that there might be someone as demented as you in the fathomless world; who might be lewdly fantasizing about your invincibly compassionate mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you bawdily abuse an innocent woman; remember that there might be someone as chauvinistic as you in the fathomless world; who might be deplorably abusing your wondrously divine mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you cannibalistically advance to overpower an innocent woman; remember that there might be someone as imbecile as you in the fathomless world; who might be pugnaciously advancing to overpower your impeccably iridescent mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you sadistically molest an innocent woman; remember that there might be someone as wanton as you in the fathomless world; who might be reproachfully molesting your victoriously pristine mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you publicly disrobe an innocent woman to demonstrate your worthlessly decrepit power; remember that there might be someone as criminal as you in the fathomless world; who might be satanically disrobing your impregnably altruistic mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you salaciously leaped to prove your manhood by ominously beheading the innocent woman's scalp; remember that there might be someone as cadaverous as you in the fathomless world; who might be hedonistically leaping forward to behead your triumphantly beautiful mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you tyrannically invaded an innocent woman's privacy; remember that there might be someone as barbarous as you in the fathomless world; who might be blasphemously invading the privacy of your unflinchingly eternal mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you ruthlessly disowned an innocent woman for not the tiniest fault of hers; remember that there might be someone as venomous as you in the fathomless world; who might be truculently disowning your peerlessly holy mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you spit at an innocent woman in pathetic condemnation of her being the weaker sex; remember that there might be someone as deplorable as you in the fathomless world; who might be unrelentingly spitting on your unimpeachably benign mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you devilishly tarnish an innocent woman's image in the society; remember that there might be someone as jinxed as you in the fathomless world; who might be unbearably tarnishing your unconquerably enchanting mother's image too; and this very instant,
The next time you lethally set out to rape an innocent woman; remember that there might be someone as downtrodden as you in the fathomless world; who might have cold-bloodedly set out to rape your timelessly worshipped mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you torturously slave an innocent woman; remember that there might be someone as lecherous as you in the fathomless world; who might be despicably slaving your infallibly jubilant mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you mercilessly banish an innocent woman from your society; remember that there might be someone as wastrel as you in the fathomless world; who might be sordidly banishing your inimitably majestic mother too; and this very instant,
The next time you fiendishly snatch an innocent woman's true love; remember that there might be someone as ghastly as you in the fathomless world; who might be violently snatching your blissful mother's ultimate love too; and this very instant,
The next time you unforgivably extended your bloodstained palms to asphyxiate an innocent woman's breath; remember that there might be someone as insane as you in the fathomless world; who might be cannibalistically advancing his gory palms to asphyxiate your sacrosanct mother's breath too; and this very instant,
And now don't you meaninglessly put this forward in your defense O! worthlessly bigoted man; that you don't know anything like the Omnipresent Mother; or that you weren't in anyways born out of the Omnipotent Mother's womb.
16. ADOPT THE GIRL CHILD.
Think about the unbelievably unsurpassable amount of happiness that you'd be
perpetuating in her life; by wholesomely freeing her from the clutches of the disdainfully incarcerated orphanage,
Think about the endless odes of blissful love that she'd receive; amidst the philanthropically synergistic members of your unceasingly caring family,
Think about the perennial smiles that would so royally enlighten her tear-strained face; never ever leaving her blessed countenance; when she would uninhibitedly sway in your arms; and towards the fathomless sky,
Think about the egalitarian education and ardent courage that you'd be providing her; granting her the most invincible opportunity to walk shoulder to shoulder with the global machismo society,
Think about the compassionate shelter that you'd be granting to her forlornly impoverished and tiny little persona; being her sole source of quintessential light even in the most murderously blasphemous of night,
Think about the unassailable mountains of respect that you'd be inculcating
in her diminutive brain; as you taught her that every religion; caste; creed and organism on this boundless Universe; was pricelessly and inimitably alike,
Think about every step that she walked being moulded with eternal prosperity; as you harnessed it with your euphoric breath; before she even dared to step,
Think about every mundanely treacherous moment of her life being metamorphosed into a paradise of unlimited happiness; as she uninhibitedly poured even the most inconspicuous thing of her heart; near to your unshakable chest,
Think about all those succulently salubrious morsels of food that you'd feed
her with all her destined life; never ever letting her fantasize about the world with hunger and ruthless drought,
Think about even the most infinitesimal of her non-invasive desire being
quenched to the fullest and even beyond infinite infinity; as you fought the entire acrimoniously ribald planet; to bring all blessed creativity into her innocuously outstretched palms,
Think about the artist that you'd be so unconquerably harnessing in each of
her transient senses; with every of your blood; body and inimitably blazing breath,
Think about the insurmountable tenacity that you'd be permeating in her body
and soul; to take upon the mantle of all diabolically sacrilegious on this planet; with you forever as her lone savior,
Think about the infallibly interminable identity that you'd be blessing her with; altruistically granting her not only your name and surname; but an inexhaustible ardor to be just her very ownself,
Think about the countless nights that you'd stand invincible guard to her while she impeccably snored; not permitting even the most infidel trace of tawdry profanity touch her divinely skin,
Think about all those unparalleled pleasureful moments when you'd teach her
to walk on her own feet; being like the Omnipotent Creator in her life to timelessly guide her towards the heavens of righeousness,
Think about the innumerable lines of Omniscient Poetry; the limitless number
of paintings that you'd be sublimed to make upon her godly aura; and thereby
be blessed with the most truthfully effulgent profession on the trajectory of earth divine,
Think about being the sole lantern of fathomless love in her miserably impoverished life; a lantern whose flames would forever erase even the most evanescent of her memory of being venomously orphaned,
Think about all those countless breaths of yours; that you would so heart-renderingly use to magically heal her every inexplicably traumatic wound; miraculously coalescing her ecstatically vibrant form with the cradle of the Omnipresent divine,
Think about being encompassed by an infinite more of her innocent little kind; being addressed by so many names such as 'Father, Mother',
'Grandfather; Grandmother'; as she would wonderfully procreate your tribe in the coming centuries and times,
And if after marriage; both of you are still childless; then just don't think or contemplate any further on anything; just blindfold your eyes with the wand of unconquerable love overruling all; and forever and ever and ever; adopt the immortally twinkling and divinely little girl child.
17. ORPHAN ON THE STREET
I awoke with an enchanting smile in the morning on a mattress of painted silver,
the orphan in the street wiped his face of obnoxious dirt.
I entered my Spanish lavatory to expurgate my bowels,
the orphan in the street sat down in wild grass emanating from fields of paddy.
I brushed my teeth with satiny floss and dental paste,
the orphan in the street used a brittle neem stick to polish his worn enamel.
I washed my face with perfumed soap and lascivious cream,
the orphan on the street used a curry of mud to clean streaks of blotted dirt.
I draped my persona with garments of rich denim blended with flocculent thread,
the orphan on the street wore a soiled jute sack hanging like a scarecrow on his body.
I slipped my dainty toes in cushioned interiors of my velvet shoes,
the orphan on the street left his chapped bohemian feet bare.
I dedicated gargantuan amounts of time trimming my bushy whiskers,
the orphan on the street was obsessed chopping slices of tree lumber.
I exited for office; in the royal camouflage of my honey brown Mercedes,
the orphan in the street traversed kilometers in the naked Sun; to reach the mill he worked in.
I worked in an refrigerated ambience juxtaposed with abundant flora,
the orphan in the street perspired in sweltering currents of heat.
I came back home before dusk strangulated light,
the orphan on the street arrived a few minutes past midnight.
I then thought I had seen enough of agony; distressing discrimination,
took the orphan in the street within the candid comfort of my arms,
fed him with sumptuous food; after scrubbing his silhouette with tons of carbolic,
made him sleep in furry quilts beside me;
with mesmerizing notes of music diffusing from the CD systems.
He slept like an untamed horse all night; and when he got up in the morning; there were tears dribbling down his soft cheek,
he hadn't words to express his gratitude; the spontaneity of love he had; for the first time in his life received.
18. A TO Z IMMORTAL LOVE
Alluring; wholesomely luring even the most remotely alien; in its captivatingly spell binding swirl for centuries immemorial,
Auguring; magnificently evolving the most supremely royal destiny; that you would ever encounter on the trajectory of this mesmerizing planet,
Attractive; drifting even the most incorrigibly ruthless heads in its direction; as it magnetically trespassed across voluptuous soil,
Acclimatizing; blossoming beyond the zenith of wonderfully bestowing eternity; even in the most tumultuously ferocious rain; and ungainly storm,
Was the cradle of immortal love; not only bonding two bodies for countless births; but perpetually ensuring that their breaths diffused passionately together; for boundless decades yet to come.
Beautiful; charming even the most languidly dreariest of leaf in the morbid atmosphere; with its stupendous vivacity,
Blooming; sprouting and proliferating incomprehensible more of its kind; as every instant unveiled into a complete minute,
Bountiful; bequeathing upon every impoverished entity; whether rich or indigent; the magic of symbiotic existence; alike,
Blessed; engendering you to feel the richest organism on this Universe; once you made its compassionate beats an indispensable ingredient of your wandering soul,
Was the sky of immortal love; not only showering the rain of passionate goodness upon treacherously trembling soil; but perpetually ensuring that it spawned into a civilization of exuberant enthrallment; as every morning freshly overtook the previous sinister night.
Captivating; inevitably drawing even the most diabolical of demons to replenish their shattered lives; with its perennial juice,
Camaraderie; affably bonding disgruntled souls in threads of friendship; enshrouding their bodies with divine benevolence,
Compassionate; triggering fireballs of untamed desire even in the heart of the murderously frigid night,
Calisthenics; astoundingly demonstrating that Herculean power can articulately evolve into a tornado of incredulous eloquence,
Was the fortress of immortal love; not only invincibly defending the most sacred manifestations of eternal romance; but perpetually ensuring that they blissfully gallivanted in corridors of unfettered yearning.
Delectable; as nimble as the fleet footed and innocuous rabbit; although it towered above everything else on this fathomless Universe,
Dreamy; rhapsodically fantasizing in the island of gregarious fascination; even as the lecherous indiscriminately sucked blood outside,
Doughty; marvelously facing every acrimonious obstacle that came its way; triumphantly marching past the limits of unparalleled success,
Dimpled; charismatically blushing into a valley of profound ecstasy; as you relentlessly stared at its tantalizingly seductive contours,
Was the ocean of immortal love; not only pacifying the overwhelmingly scorched ground of betrayal; but perpetually ensuring that it spawned into a paradise or irrefutable truth; and unfathomable belonging.
Eloquent; disseminating its magnanimous melody to every barbarically estranged cranny of this unsurpassably gargantuan Universe,
Everlasting; spiraling into a cloud of handsome fragrance beyond infinite infinity; leaving its essence of celestial peace and harmony wherever it went,
Endowed; inundating each iota of lackluster countenances with unbelievable talent and Oligarchic charm,
Emollient; disbursing its heavenly scent to all those arenas of the gargantuan continent; besieged with inexplicable despair and euphemistic pain,
Was the ring of immortal love; not only binding all irrespective of caste; creed; color or race; but perpetually ensuring that they embraced each other in whirlpools of passionate desire; till the time they relinquished their final breath.
Fabulous; stupendously casting its spell of unconquerable enigma; upon every lecherously monotonous soul staggering towards hopeless extinction,
Flowering; redolently springing into petals of optimistic light; to enlighten the lives of those deprived; and defunct of vibrantly melodious life,
Fragrant; ubiquitously disseminating the divinely aroma of brotherhood; in every speck of soil coalesced with; horrendously stinking manipulation and malice,
Fructifying; yielding the most priceless gifts of egalitarian humanity; without the most tiniest of investment or prejudice,
Was the rainbow of immortal love; not only perpetuating dungeons of obnoxious gloom with thunderbolts of perennial hope; but ensuring that every organism black or white; knocked the doors of glittering success; alike.
Grandiloquent; basking in the glorious splendor of resplendent beauty and exotically unfurling newness,
Gyrating; pulsating to the most stupefying tunes of ecstatic excitement; as the crimson fireball of Sun transcended beyond the golden horizons,
Giving; philanthropically donating all elements and celestial virtues; that surged forward to construct the most formidably resilient human kind,
Glittering; shimmering in the aisles of unmatched splendor and grace; to metamorphose all devastating disease; into a profusely Omnipotent garland of
Was the island of immortal love; not only instilling back euphoric cheer in the eyes of all those miserably shivering and divested; but perpetually ensuring that they intrepidly arose to the occasion called life; granting them a countless bountiful breaths; more to survive.
Highest; superceding everything else that was tangible and intangible; on the bedspread of this overwhelmingly mystifying Universe,
Handsome; majestically portraying each element of gorgeously endowing life; in the most dynamically supreme of its forms,
Heavenly; making every benign entity philandering passionately on this planet; manifest in entirety towards the pinnacle of its ultimate dreams,
Hallmark; the epitome of all achievements and fulfillment in destined life; distributing its sacrosanct virtue to every despicably devastated entity exhausted of life,
Was the immortal blanket of love; not only sequestering all those maimed and deplorably shivering in the winds of its congenial warmth; but ensuring that they resided as the ultimate kings of prosperity; for infinite more births; yet to come.
Ingratiating; spectacularly unveiling into a myriad of insurmountable brilliance; for all those deluged with disgusting solitude,
Incarcerating; imprisoning everyone all mortal and immortals; in its immaculately divine carpet of rhapsodic joy,
Innocuous; metamorphosing every commercially rotting entity; into realms of holistically sacrosanct childhood; once again,
Invincible; unflinchingly withstanding the most acridly mighty onslaught of the treacherous devil,
Was the fruit of immortal love; not only placating the hunger of all those despairingly decimated; but perpetually ensuring that nobody with a benign heart; never ever slept a famished night.
Jaunty; forever smiling in a world of magical contentment; away and completely oblivious to the pathetically ludicrous vagaries; of this cold-blooded world,
Jingling; merrily cajoling even the most invidiously frazzled senses; with the profoundly oriental enchantment; in its glorious voice,
Juvenile; exploring and discovering a whole new world of fabulous excitement as each instant unleashed; romancing in the tantalizing clouds of unsurpassable eternity,
Jolly; forever blooming in the unprecedented ardor of existence; dissipating the true exhilaration of priceless life,
Was the pearl of immortal love; not only filtering divinely bliss through a hideously distorted web of mangled lies; but perpetually ensuring that the rudiments of survival; always stayed united above the rest.
Kingly; overshadowing all debris and abhorrent violence on the periphery of this boundless earth; to emerge irrevocably triumphant in every sphere of inscrutably seductive life,
Kind; hugging all those baselessly orphaned trembling on the dusty streets; granting them holistic shelter in its majestic arms,
Karmic; philanthropically spreading the message of brotherhood and sharing; without expecting the slightest of emolument or salute,
Kaleidoscopic; encompassing multitudinal colors of a purifying existence; swaying nostalgically in waves of titillating longing; incessantly adding new dimensions to fatigued life,
Was the immortal Sun of love; not only fumigating the earth to be bereft of treachery and crime; but perpetually ensuring that the clouds showered globules of peace; upon every molecule created by the Almighty Lord; alike.
Lascivious; igniting thunderbolts of intimidating desire; even in the heart of the savagely frozen and sulking pond,
Luminating; radiating the sacred effulgence of humanity to far and wide; caressing all those severely afflicted with its mesmerizing humanitarian touch,
Loquacious; indefatigably bubbling in the fullest spirit of life; impregnating countless in the whirlpool of its never-ending enthusiasm,
Lovely; enveloping each grotesquely stumbling organism in the realms of gregariously convivial fantasy,
Was the immortal mountain of love; not only defending the unequivocally righteous cause of humanity from even the most infinitesimal trace of evil; but perpetually ensuring that each contaminated bit of lies; transformed into a cloud above paradise.
Marvelous; ruling the earth with the reigns of equality; ever since the time it was created,
Majestic; governing the entire impoverished planet with supreme tranquility and charm; representing a civilization uninhibitedly encapsulated with gloriously pulsating life,
Mollifying; mellowing cataclysmically unruly storms; with the enamoring sweetness in its sound,
Mystical; weaving a trail of compassionate fascination; for every living being to wholeheartedly trespass upon,
Was the immortal ship of love; not only wading like a resplendent fairy through the most bizarre of maelstroms; but perpetually ensuring that life on the planet; never came to a ghastly standstill.
Nutritious; instilling scintillatingly sparkling radiance; in every being tottering uncouthly in the dormitories of saddened darkness,
Nostalgic; transiting even the most monotonously ungainly; into realms of playfully Godly childhood,
Nomadic; tirelessly surging from place to place; to shower upon one and all; the blessings of divinely sharing; alike,
Noble; congenially bonding with even the most penurious of organisms slithering on cold soil; quenching the thirst of every bleary eyed traveler; with the nectar in its alluring senses,
Was the immortal tree of love; not only rejuvenating the spirit of despondently dying mankind; but perpetually ensuring that diligent lovers; always remained bonded in bows of solidarity; for immemorial times.
Oligarchic; seated on the most profusely embellished throne of unfathomable prosperity,
Omnipotent; the most powerful spirit domineering one and all; on the crust of this handsomely blessed planet,
Omnipresent; a cloud of unflinching brotherhood that embraced the entire globe in waves of ecstatic rhapsody; to reign supreme even after the sky had blended with threadbare soil,
Omniscient; a poignantly clairvoyant breeze; which mapped your emollient destiny to unfurl; even centuries before you were born,
Was the seed of immortal love; not only sprouting into countless new as each day transcended the sinister night; but perpetually ensuring that the branches of
peace; brotherhood; always bloomed till the highest point of the sky.
Princely; casting its royal spell upon diminishing souls; to grant them the most incredulous expedition of their starved lives,
Poignant; passionately philandering through the lanes of sizzling desire; tingling every bit of soil that it tread on; with its spell binding stride,
Piquant; astoundingly bewildering the irascibly pertinent tycoon with the versatility in its footsteps; stinging the devilish with an arrow of candid righteousness,
Pristine; immaculately shimmering in its amazingly virgin glory; not being adulterated even the slightest by the most lethal venom swinging freely around,
Was the fireball of immortal love; not only blazing streaks of flamboyant brilliance in every continent it chose to gallivant in; but perpetually ensured that the beams of an enlightening tomorrow; swept past the haplessly staggering; for centuries unprecedented.
Queenly; ubiquitously propagating the essence of harmony and humanity; to every organism strangulated with hideous malice,
Quintessential; inhabiting the most cardinal positions in an individuals existence; instilling in him the unsurpassably miraculous wonders of this dexterous world,
Qualitative; bestowing upon every disparagingly struggling entity; the most royal dream of his choice,
Quantitative; indefatigably multiplying its wonderfully cascading essence; to envelop ruthlessly disgruntled souls in the waves of; vibrantly everlasting imagery,
Was the disc of immortal love; not only drifting even the most devastated towards the fortress of utmost solidarity; but perpetually ensuring that the walls of unfettered freedom; grew more formidable in strength as each day; unfurled into the perilous night.
Ravishing; perennially alluring even the morbid of corpses; with its marvelously silken grace and fascinating form,
Realistic; incorrigibly propelling every organism to adhere to its roots; irrespective of all notorious poisoning of the manipulative society,
Resplendent; glistening in a festoon of surreally titillating fantasy; benevolently cajoling and harboring all those without a roof,
Rejuvenating; rekindling and superbly replenishing each derogatorily exhausted iota of the fragile visage,
Was the fountain of immortal love; which not only triggered you to gush forward in every aspect of impoverished life; but perpetually ensured that you never abnegated your innocuously integral smile.
Soothing; pacifying the traumatic agony in your breath; with its seductively gregarious whispers,
Satisfying; placating your every brutally tyrannized nerve; with the magic of its; overwhelmingly heavenly touch,
Stimulating; arousing even the most murkiest of corpses in the graveyard; with the lusciousness in its eternal demeanor,
Sacrosanct; a holy spirit to which even the greatest of God's in the cosmos; bent down in appreciative obeisance,
Was the immortal dwelling of love; not only impregnating in you the fortitude to bond in the religion of humanity; but perpetually ensuring that even the most diminutive of disaster stayed fathomless miles away from your; blooming countenance.
Truthful; intransigently marching upon the path of benign goodness; massacring every trace of salacious evil that confronted it; in its impeccable way,
Tantalizing; evoking you to inevitably continue God's sacred chapter of existence; with infernos of longing dancing ebulliently through your bloodstream,
Tangy; embodying each moment of your morbidly clockwork existence; with the vivaciously euphoric spice of life,
Tinkling; relentlessly fulminating with inexorable energy to relish life; entrenching all those aimlessly loitering in its; magnanimous swirl of compassionate brotherhood,
Was the immortal fabric of love; not only safeguarding you against the freezing winds of winter as well as the acrimonious midday Sun; but perpetually ensuring that man shrug all cannibalism; to exist as a blessed human; once again.
Ubiquitous; perennially showering its elements of peace and unflinching brethren; to mockingly belligerent parts of this colossal planet,
Utopia; the ultimate paradise; pride and prosperity of all those alive; and the irrefutable crown of glory; of those about to yet inhale their very first breath,
Uninhibited; possessing the astronomical freedom to follow the most innermost realms of the pulsating heart; even though the barbarically ruthless society tried to poke it; left; right and center,
Unlimited; endlessly spreading its unconquerable reach to all those; deliberately tottering towards their ominous graves,
Was the flower of immortal love; not only diffusing its stupendously charming fragrance to the farthest point of the globe; but perpetually ensuring that the
wings of freedom always soared the highest in the clouds; in tandem and alike.
Voluptuous; a garden of enamoringly seductive rose; that superbly blended with the color of the splendidly rubicund cheeks,
Vast; encompassing every religion; caste and creed; in the titillating wisps of its blazingly everlasting romance,
Vivacious; bubbling with untamed enthusiasm and a spirit that never died; even as death inevitably overtook all shades of life,
Vibrant; astonishingly bedazzling even the most murderous plexus of the sordid night; with the aura of its unbelievably Omnipotent light,
Was the chapter of immortal love; not only flooding the scorched banks of nothingness with pearls of reinvigorating wisdom; but perpetually ensuring that
love stayed as the ultimate master; forever and ever and ever.
Wacky; not following any dictatorially rigid direction or form; as it erupted in rampant spurts from the inner most recesses of the violently palpitating heart,
Wealthy; the most opulent treasurehouse on this fantastically fecund Universe; pricelessly filtering the light of unity in every miserably cloistered house,
Withstanding; undeterred by even the most turbulently ferocious onslaught upon its spotless grace; even as astronomically formidable civilizations crumbled like a pack of soggy cards,
Witty; harboring the most uncanny sense of humor on this sprawling earth; tickling the coward hidden deep within you; with the gutsy elixir of animated life,
Was the idol of immortal love; not only granting all philanthropically benign wishes of its followers; but perpetually ensuring that they evolved into a supremely compassionate; humankind.
X-mas; incessantly celebrating the festival of the happiness; exultating in a world of happiness; far away from the preposterously diabolical world,
X-rayed; candidly expelling all the share of celestial good and horrific bad; even in the most remotely minuscule organism,
Xanthic; dynamically dazzling in the most altruistically vibrant colors of life; alleviating suffering to reach the summit of unfathomable bliss,
Xeroxed; replicating a carbon copy of its immutably sacrosanct ideals in every birth; which it had romantically coined at the commencement of the very first life,
Was the sword of immortal love; not only granting wholesome reprieve from the diabolically slashing demon; but perpetually ensuring that every religion melanged into the stream of mesmerizing humanity.
Yearning; gyrating in a whirlwind of exotic desire; being the ultimate cry of
the ecstatically crying heart,
Yielding; bequeathing the blissful wave of harmony upon man and animal alike; to give birth to a vibrantly blessed living kind,
Yardstick; an ultimate milestone of astronomical success for every aspiring entrepreneur out there; making sure that those who tried their best; did ardently metamorphose the definitions of stale success,
Youthful; perennially shrugging the leaves of withering and ailing disease; to escalate into a heaven of glittering newness,
Was the summit of immortal love; not only breaking barriers of spurious caste; creed and color; but perpetually ensuring that the color of unequivocal sharing profusely deepened its shades; as each instant galloped into a monumental minute.
Zealous; fervently pursuing the most sacred things in life; to unfurl into a whole new world of bountifully unending aspiration,
Zapping; tumultuously stunning the entire world alike; with its unparalleled honesty and iridescent charm,
Zooming; reaching all those who passionately wanted it; with a velocity more than what; white lightening could ever perceive,
Zillion; lingering countless millions in eternal space; as it preached the religion of oneness; for decades unsurpassable,
Was the candle of immortal love; not only flaming a path of everlasting brightness in drudgedly devastated lives; but perpetually ensuring that man and earth existed in harmonious unison; everytime God gave them an opportunity to do so; for fathomless times.
19. WAS IT HIS FAULT?
Was it his fault; that he was born horrendously blind; witnessing nothing but remorsefully crippling darkness; since the very first cry of innocuous birth?
Was it his fault; that he was born gruesomely maimed; deplorably staggering into a valley of insipid nothingness; never able to confront the Sun face-on?
Was it his fault; that he was born preposterously deaf; unknowingly smiling towards the graveyards of extinction; while his tortured kin shouted their voices hoarse; for instantaneous help?
Was it his fault; that he was born with abhorrent mental disorders; remaining as stoical as a decaying leaf; even though the planet abreast him unfurled into an unfathomable entrenchment of panoramically blissful newness?
Was it his fault; that he was born disdainfully dumb; not able to express even the most poignantly fulminating of his desires; as unsurpassable rivers of priceless blood rolled down his nimble cheeks?
Was it his fault; that he was born treacherously orphaned; with the most fantastic days of his childhood being evolved in the realms of the fetidly threadbare dustbin; while children of his age floated through castles of celestial honey?
Was it his fault; that he was born ludicrously jointed at the skull with his twin brother; with every minute of resplendent life feeling more lecherously sordid than the coffins of death; as he winced every moment in agonizingly traumatized pain?
Was it his fault; that he was born with disastrously proliferating tumor in his head; an untamed volcano of misery that kept augmenting more thunderously than white lightening in sky; even as toddlers of his age relentlessly embraced the clouds of uncontrollable euphoria?
Was it his fault; that he was born in the gutters of abominable poverty; with all that he ever got to devour being infinitesimal left overs of bread; that the dogs of the rich had abysmally abandoned?
Was it his fault; that he was born to a bawdily adulterated father; who fed him insurmountable waterfalls of venomous wine; everytime that he demanded for immaculately sacrosanct milk?
Was it his fault; that he was born ridiculously stammering; pathetically stuttering at each word he attempted to speak; while others of his age; melodiously blended with all spell-bindingly enchanting rhyme?
Was it his fault; that the was born worthlessly lynched; being enshrouded by a ghastly incapability of not procreating his progeny; while the planet astoundingly culminated into a boundless shades of colors outside?
Was it his fault; that he was born inconspicuously midget; mushrooming into only size of a pea at adulthood; while infinite of his compatriots stood as tall as the invincible mountain chimes?
Was it his fault; that he was born as black as feckless charcoal; with even the most flamboyantly scintillating mirrors; gorily shattering into invisible ash; at even the most capricious of his reflection?
Was it his fault; that he was born with the voice of cacophonic crow; with even the most tenaciously Herculean of entities preferring to die; rather than listen to the tunes which emanated form his incongruous throat?
Was it his fault; that he was born dolorously hunchbacked; assiduously struggling with the weight of his lackadaisically doubled body; while even the criminally blood sucking vultures had been endowed a right to uninhibitedly fly in the fathomless sky?
O! Yes; But it was certainly his fault to be born amidst you all; because you were the ones who made him tirelessly realize that he was brutally deprived; although you possessed all of the above;
You were the ones who not only languished in the aisles of catigatingly castrated malice; who not only cribbed and cried even after being gifted with such a
wonderful birth; who not only jeered at the inevitabilities of mesmerizing creation; but sardonically ensured that there cropped countless more of his kind.
20. DIE JUST ONCE
Would you prefer to gruesomely die every moment waiting for peace to prevail in the ubiquitous atmosphere of salacious war; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to ominously die every moment waiting for your love to come
back from the irrevocably ghastly grave; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to venomously die every moment waiting for the Sun of truth
to emerge from behind the blackness of this sadistically lambasting and lying planet today; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to inconsolably die every moment waiting for wretchedly asphyxiating politics to retract its poisonous claws from this prejudiced planet; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to bawdily die every moment waiting for priceless humanity
that would never rise above the mountain of meaningless currency notes; or
would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to torturously die every moment waiting for rainbows of
compassion to emanate from amidst never ending political crime games; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to unbearably die every moment waiting for the petals of
triumphant virginity to arise from this sinfully plundered and adulterated soil; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to cold-bloodedly die every moment waiting for beggars to
disappear in this world of eternally blood-sucking parasites; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to invidiously die every moment waiting for sacred wildlife
to perennially throb amidst the cannibalistically marauding human; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to lecherously die every moment waiting for your very own
impetuously angry child to call you father; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to salaciously die every moment waiting for victory; when
the ones you adored the most no longer existed; or would you prefer to die
just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to criminally die every moment waiting for the rain of prosperity to cascade from the clouds diabolically perpetuated with nuclear pellets; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to indescribably die every moment waiting for the inevitably everlasting curse of greed on mankind to subside; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to abhorrently die every moment waiting for tranquil shade
when virtually every tree on this earth had been indiscriminately massacred;
or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to penuriously die every moment waiting for ignominiously
abashed crimes on mothers and women to timelessly cease; or would you prefer
to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to meaninglessly die every moment waiting for justice to
prevail irrespective of caste; creed; or status; in a society where the justice givers themselves were ghastily corrupt; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to deliriously die every moment waiting for those heartbeats of love which had already bonded with someone else; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
Would you prefer to acrimoniously die every moment waiting for the dance of
unity and equality amidst that same mankind which didn't even spare to spit upon its own mother; or would you prefer to die just once and forever after bodily death; instead?
I don't know the slightest about you. But I'd prefer to die just once.
What is the use of taking a blind man to Switzerland; when infact he wasn't even able to sight his own reflection in brilliant Sunlight,
What is the use of giving a swanky car to a person who was lame; when infact his legs were gruesomely crippled; as short as his little finger,
What is the use of placing a person who was stone deaf; in an ambience of pulsating music; when infact he couldn't even hear his own voice,
What is the use of giving a mike to a person who was dumb; when infact he wasn't even able to utter a single word,
What is the use of placing a dainty statue in the boxers hand; when infact he would pulverize it to mincemeat; after giving it one long look,
What is the use of releasing the bird from its cage; when infact it had no wings; walked nimbly with tentative steps on the ground,
What is the use of feeding a beggar with voluptuous wine; when infact what he actually needed was morsels of solid food,
What is the use of appointing a Businessman as the commander of the army, when infact he was thoroughly busy contemplating the cost of the rifles; instead of shooting with them a flurry of bullets,
What is the use of giving a meaty bone to a toddler; when infact he wasn't even able to sip cold milk,
What is the use of tying a watch on the hands of the giant; when infact he was snoring thunderously in deep sleep; wasn't perturbed the slightest of what was
going on in his surroundings,
What is the use of giving a pistol in the hands of a pop-corn vendor; when infact all he did was to evacuate all its bullets; thinking that they were colored popcorn,
What is the use of igniting a matchstick in unrelenting downpour of rain; when infact it would extinguish in entirety; as the first droplet of water struck its surface,
What is the use of bestowing an illiterate person with boundless books on ethnic literature; when infact he didn't even know how to catch a pen between his fingers,
What is the use of a contemporary telephone and a majestic Internet booth; when infact there were arid sands of the sweltering desert, sprawled around for miles together,
What is the use of providing gaudy clothes to a person; who was incessantly
found swimming under water,
What is the use of laying trap for the mouse; who was infact busy digging a burrow for his entire family; rather than being enticed by the appetizing cucumber suspended inside,
What was the use of placing a demon in front of the sacrosanct deity of God; when infact he was used to chopping humans skulls; as every night unveiled into dawn,
What is the use of giving millions of dollars worth of wealth; to an old man creeping at lightening pace towards his grave,
And what is the use of imparting life to an infant, O! Lord; after orphaning him; just a few seconds after he was born.
22. SLUM CHILDREN
We might be poor; but our hearts are undoubtedly richer than the rest,
We might be squalidly attired; but the blood flowing through our veins is purer than the most crystalline of stream,
We might be wandering on foot; but our speed is more than the swankiest of cars,
We might brush our teeth with raw bamboo sticks; but our jaws can easily squelch the toughest of steel,
We might smell of perspiration under the sun; but our bodies are endowed with a heavenly odor,
We might sleep under the open sky; but generate more warmth than
the contemporary room heater,
We might not posses grandiloquent pens; but can evolve mystical designs with our bohemian fingers,
We might eat with spoons and forks; but enjoy each edible meal to our hearts content,
We might not bathe under mineral water; but relish our swim in the exotic rivers,
We might not possess sunglasses of exquisite quality tint; but have the tenacity to stare the sun right in its eyes,
We might not have luxurious school bags to stash our books; but cherish the privilege of carrying them in our hands,
We might not speak in bombastic slang; but have the power to perceive beyond the great sea's,
We might not have a flurry of servants to wipe our tears; but have enormous fortitude to hold them back,
We might never have flown in an aircraft; but have soared higher than anybody else in the clouds; in our dreams,
We might not be able to apply jam on our breads; but are happy to eat it with the soil of our motherland coated on its surface,
We might not resemble a Hollywood star; but the radiance we emanate is more stringent than the day,
We might not have millions of dollars incarcerated in the bank; but have indeed the blessing of God; the love of our mother to resurrect our broken lives,
We might not use perfumed shampoo; but still our hair shine marvelously under the moon,
We might not have golden roads to traverse on all day; but still come out resurgent; alive from the blazing fires,
We might be adorned in shabby rags; but our barren skin doesn't mind being penetrated by the most acerbic of thorns,
We might have pangs of hunger reverberating in our stomach; but are capable of facing the entire army single handed,
And people might christen us as slum children glaring us each minute with contemptuous stares; but we consider our huts as the most colossal of palace;
with each granule of mud impregnated in its walls giving us a scent of our perseverance; the essence of our motherland
23. LAUGHTER THE BEST MEDICINE
It didn't cost even a single penny; instead annihilated all the disparaging gloom that encompassed the air,
It spread waves of stupendous rhapsody all around; making one profoundly oblivious to tumultuous tribulation,
It boosted ones spirits prolifically; helping him substantially to eradicate his reservoir of horrendous memories,
It ubiquitously propagated the spirit of uninhibited freedom; easing the deplorable alacrity in the atmosphere,
It dramatically metamorphosed the pallid demeanor of hospitals; impregnating the debilitated with new rays of animated hope,
It induced loads of frivolity in bombastic parties; causing youthful couples to swirl in supreme exultation,
It radiated the essence of equality in a conglomerate of varied races; establishing a harmonious rapport between the same,
It brought about astounding changes in the life of dilapidated orphans; portraying to them the brighter side of life,
It proved to be remarkably efficient in relaxing unruly disputes; pacifying the irascible groups involved therein,
It worked wonders when executed in front of elders; winning numerous accolades and favors from the society,
It was adept way of conveying ones congenial regards; effusively expressing ones happiness at a particular moment,
It was as natural as the sun in the cosmos; the colossal ocean on earth; inevitably occurring when tickled voraciously in the ribs,
It was a commodity as tangible as the currency note; requiring the most minuscule of effort on part of the individual,
It was an ecumenical medium of communication; between races which spoke in different languages,
It was utterly invincible from all aspects; and couldn't be controlled by the most conventional of scientific device,
It was bountifully prevailing in all continents; every nook and cranny of the wide spread globe,
It appeared all the more ingratiating; when done to perfection by circus clowns,
It highlighted unparalleled ebullience; the propensity of an individual to blissfully exist,
It didn't required any instigation; a conventional contrivance to prompt it; envisaging a funny incidence was the simplest of thing to trigger it off,
It produced a tinkling sound when performed; an enchanting melody that mollified agitated nerves,
It was the most versatile form in which humans could ever express themselves; without having to stretch their brains,
No wonder doctors all around the world unanimously refer to it as laughter the best medicine.
24. WHO CARES
Who cares whether I slept on a furry quilt of satin or a blanket of acridly pointed thorns,
Who cares whether I ate in plates coated with scintillating silver or didn't consume food at all,
Who cares whether I used perfumed soap to scrub my persona or bathed in water leaking abundantly from the gutters,
Who cares whether I wore linen suits blended with rich denim or was wandering in unscrupulous rags on the chilly streets,
Who cares whether I studied diligently browsing trough complicated literature or gallivanted through the country farm,
Who cares whether I took medicine in high fever or gulped sips of red wine to go off to sleep,
Who cares whether I played with ornately embellished soft toys or contented myself molding incongruous shapes in disdainful clay,
Who cares whether I traversed the streets in luxury sedans or spent marathon hours to reach my destination barefoot,
Who cares whether I deciphered mind boggling puzzles or smoked cigarettes incessantly on the house terrace,
Who cares whether I bought fresh fruits from the market or plucked them surreptitiously from the orchard tree,
Who cares whether I flew in the grandiloquent aircraft or swam across choppy waves of the ocean to witness the world,
Who cares whether I behaved somberly in front of my elders or barked a volley of abashing expletives at the same,
Who cares whether I clambered up stairs leading to the sacrosanct church or whiled away the whole of the day gambling for money,
Who cares whether I spent the afternoon relishing the cool air of the airconditioner or perspired like a bull under the sweltering sun,
Who cares whether I celebrated several festivals or feasted on intoxicating beer every night,
Who cares whether I trimmed my moustache scrupulously every day or let my beard grow the way it wanted; taking random roots,
Who cares whether I lead my life doing benevolent deeds or spent the remaining part of it in despicable jail,
Who cares whether I mixed in the high society or had a group of dreaded gangsters as my roommates and friends,
Who cares whether I had blissful dreams in the night or woke up with petrified jerks every ten minutes,
My parents had left when I was an innocuous kid; the treacherous tyranny of a car crash rendering them dead,
And the adulterated society in which I existed today had unanimously christened me an orphan,
Made me wholesomely numb to the spirit of love; made me forget the essence of the word care.
25. KILLER EARTHQUAKE
Just yesterday night I was bathing in a tub replete with silken foam;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw colossal structures reverberating rampantly in the air outside.
Just yesterday night I was busy perceiving mesmerizing fairies;
While today when I got up in the morning; there was an earth shattering explosion; puncturing with turbulent velocity through my intricate eardrum.
Just yesterday night I was molding scented clay to intriguing shapes with my palms;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw screeching birds drifting at electric speeds; flapping their wings to abscond away as fast as possible.
Just yesterday night I was conversing for marathon hours with my beloved;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw blistering lava fulminate from umpteenth places on the muddy ground.
Just yesterday night I was watching my favorite film on television;
While today as I got up in the morning; there were gallons of acerbic dust hurtling directly across the moistened tear coat of my eye.
Just yesterday night I was reminiscing exuberant days of my tender childhood;
While today as I got up in the morning; I heard hysterical screams of people trapped helplessly beneath concrete debris.
Just yesterday night I took scrupulous care to trim my unruly beard;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw individuals running helter-skelter to save their lives.
Just yesterday night I was listening to enthralling tunes of western classical music;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw an old man gasping for breath; with waves of unprecedented terror entirely circumventing his face.
Just yesterday night I was profoundly involved filling my shopping bag with succulent fruit;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw mammoth slabs of raw brick plummet violently towards the ground.
Just yesterday night I was sketching enamouring shapes with vivacious strokes of my paint brush;
While today as I got up in the morning; I heard a fleet of dogs and cattle shrieking uncontrollably in inexplicable pain.
Just yesterday night I was penning down lines of romantic poetry; languishing in aisles of fantasy and desire;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw petrified citizens loudly chanting the names of their respective gods.
Just yesterday night I was gently caressing soft blades of spongy grass; While today as I got up in the morning; I saw distraught individuals rummaging for their life time wealth; amidst the pulverized interiors of their shattered homes.
Just yesterday night I was enthusing my mind trying to decipher mind boggling puzzles;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw naked infants shivering on the streets; anxiously searching for their missing parents.
Just yesterday night I was rejoicing with my family sitting abreast the crackling fire;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw streams of fresh blood blended profusely with the disdainful sands.
Just yesterday night I was traversing through the bustling streets with the rollicking laughter of children playing; prominently lingering in the air;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw completely squelched arms and feet; lying juxtaposed along with the incongruously shaped rusty iron pillars.
Just yesterday night I was frivolously poking my mother in her ribs; sending her into chortles of uninhibited laughter;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw wholesomely decimated cars and vehicles; under bulky columns of jagged stone.
Just yesterday night I was ardently sucking flavored ice candy;
While today as I got up in the morning; I saw people burning dead bodies of their loved ones in a coagulated heap.
Just yesterday night I was cognizing the majestic palaces constructed by the king of yesteryears;
While today as I got up in the morning; I heard faint cries of innocuous children trapped hopelessly under a heap of mortar and iron.
Just yesterday night I was incessantly fantasizing my city to be an ocean of enigmatic dreams;
While today as I got up in the morning; my perception disastrously changed within fraction seconds of time; as I saw the entire township; the main ingredient of my existence; sink beneath a mountain of mud; after being viciously attacked by the killer earthquake.
26. REBUILDING A NEW GUJARAT
Lets visit all areas disastrously decimated; try and bring a smile to those lips swollen with inexplicable pain,
Lets extricate injured bodies from beneath the debris; transport them at swashbuckling speeds to the nearest hospital,
Lets evacuate all that mangled junk sprawled on the streets; dump it at a place where none can sight it,
Lets sit around people sobbing with uncontrolled hysteria; wipe the tears trickling down their cheeks with omnipotent words of consolation,
Lets search our dwellings voraciously for indispensable amenities; distribute them chivalrously amongst those shivering in the inclement cold,
Lets audaciously clamber up shattered edifices; help people retrieve their precious and lifetime belongings,
Lets construct mammoth tarpaulin tents; to sequester people who fear to venture back into their abode,
Lets sing melodious tunes which resolutely permeate the atmosphere; portraying
the insatiable urge to survive,
Lets lift all those orphaned on our shoulders; try our best to emulate their slain parents,
Lets philander on the dilapidated lanes carrying gargantuan bundles of immaculate bandage; scrupulously wind the same on people with fresh wounds,
Lets assist the police in tracing those deplorable builders; charge them with
the highest treason for swindling innocuous people,
Lets curtail rumor mills from escalating high; prevent all possible pandemonium resulting as a baseless aftermath,
Lets provide fortification to substantially weakened structures; meticulously
ensuring they get reinforced with the highest pedigree of cement,
Lets take aerial snaps of the towns annihilated; emboss the same in newspapers; for the world to get a glimpse of the unfathomable tragedy,
Lets converse for marathon hours with the survivors; try our best to comprehend their concerns and requirements,
Lets intensely communicate on behalf of those bereaved; make indefatigable
attempts to locate their siblings overseas,
Lets pay equal attention to scores of animals maimed; try and mitigate their
suffering by adeptly dressing their wounds,
Lets carry pails of fresh water in all those colonies; wholesomely obfuscated
from the outside world,
Lets educate the people more vociferously; about the earthquake and its possible ramifications,
Lets procure tones of stringent chlorine tablets from the government; allot them benevolently to try and impede infection from circulating,
Lets donate blood traversing through our veins; giving it to those who haven't
enough of it left in their shriveled bodies,
Lets chisel out ways and magnanimous means to employ millions; who have been
divested of their jobs and homes,
Lets adopt all those wailing infants; who were found incarcerated in the arms of their dead mothers,
Lets stand tall and unflinching in this hour of insurmountable crisis; assist the people all round the globe; as well as those surviving to; rebuild a new Gujarat
27. HAD ALL YOUR SO-CALLED MANLINESS DIED?
Had all your so called manliness; the power in your bulging muscle ludicrously died; that you now resorted to satanically selling the innocuously Godly flesh of small children; for replenishing your spurious canisters of beer and tawdry wine?
Had all your so called manliness; the finesse of inimitable creativity in your fingers pathetically died; that you now resorted to mercilessly chopping the Godly fingers of small children; so that more and more plebeian gave them the indispensable currency coin in their begging bowls?
Had all your so called manliness; the sheer euphoria in your raw voice unthinkably died; that you now resorted to sadistically sodomizing the Godly bodies of small children; just to entertain the treacherously chauvinistic high society; and then roll in a fetid lavatory of abominably cursed pearls?
Had all your so called manliness; the optimism to triumph in your eyes flagrantly died; that you now resorted to gorily gouging the Godly eyes of small children; so that every passing onlooker took pity on them; and thereby gave shelter to you too alongwith them; as their spurious father?
Had all your so called manliness; the fervent machismo in your blood inanely died; that you now resorted to invidiously train the Godly fingers of small children to fire a gun; so that you forever slept on a pillow of gold; and were never ever remanded for the heinous crime?
Had all your so called manliness; the inimitable authority in your footsteps lividly died; that you now resorted to execute your worthless experiments on the Godly veins of small children; and then selling your wastrel patents for millions to the demons of the sacrilegious underworld?
Had all your so called manliness; the unparalleled virility in your loins shamefully died; that you now resorted to ghoulishly castrating the Godly organs of small children; so that they became a perennial income source for each of your misdeeds; clapping house to house and at each sanctimonious function of the society; as imbecile eunuchs?
Had all your so called manliness; the blazing dynamism in your throat distastefully died; that you now resorted to coercing the Godly voices of small children to endlessly wail; to capture the hearts and pockets of the biggest connoisseurs and patrons of humanity; alike?
Had all your so called manliness; the inherent brilliance of innovation in your brain contemptuously died; that you now resorted to rampantly behead the Godly necks of small children; on the barbarous pretexts of feckless religion; caste; creed; color and tribe?
Had all your so called manliness; the unbridled compassion of your chest gruesomely died; that you now resorted to deceitfully lure the Godly spirit of small children into the drudgery of drugs addiction; thereby ensuring to be damningly faithful to your suppliers for the remainder of your life?
Had all your so called manliness; the unassailable temerity of your shoulders mockingly died; that you now resorted to burdening the Godly heads of small children with tons of bricks and rotting garbage piles; making them toil under the unbearable sweltering heat; so that you could relish your afternoon siesta uninterrupted?
Had all your so called manliness; the unshakable perseverance in your armpits wretchedly died; that you now resorted to stripping the Godly persona of small children; forcing them to dance in the derogatorily perverted bars; to savor the most magnanimous of tip from each devilishly inhuman businessman?
Had all your so called manliness; the insuperable fearlessness in your stride foolhardily died; that you now resorted to asphyxiating the Godly throats of small children; wholesomely killing them for a few wads of note; just because they were the cursed girl child?
Had all your so called manliness; the undefeated conviction of your soul penuriously died; that you now resorted to ghastily sacrificing the Godly scalps of small children; infront of the Omnipotent deity; just in order to become nonsensically immortal; after drinking their impeccable blood?
Had all your so called manliness; the undaunted fervor in your veins meaninglessly died; that you now resorted to inexhaustibly slapping the Godly cheeks of small children; just in order to assert your very own non-existent superiority; and release the agony of your itching fingers?
Had all your so called manliness; the indefatigable energy in your knees uselessly died; that you now resorted to ruthlessly commanding the Godly legs of small children; to carry your irascibly cumbersome weight; transport you to the most venomous destination of your life?
Had all your so called manliness; the unconquerable fortitude in your bones hopelessly died; that you now resorted to emaciating the Godly bellies of small children to ghostly carcasses; just so that you got your quintessential two meals a day; evoking the highest of poignant sentiment?
Had all your so called manliness; the victorious inferno in your breath disgustingly died; that you now resorted to cold-bloodedly silencing the Godly lives of small children; subjecting them to infinite ambiences of 'jihad' and terrorism; so that they conquered the whole world only for your idiosyncrasies and you?
Had all your so called manliness; the immortal epitomes of compassion in your heart haplessly died; that you now resorted to cannibalistically inundate the Godly hearts of small children with nothing but hatred towards the society and each ingredient of the atmosphere; so that they knew nothing but to slave for your devilish smile?
And I really don't know about others. But if ever you did come infront of me in this tenure of my impoverished life; I'll make sure that I forever assassinate your already sinfully dead body; and then pack you of; to the most ostracizing corpses of the devil's graveyard; to the most penalizing dungeons of hell.
28. SHE COLLAPSED
She collapsed like a pack of soft cards; tumbling with nonchalant ease towards
She collapsed like briquettes of black coal plummeting rampantly; caressing the earth at tumultuous speeds,
She collapsed like silken feathers of a protuberant pigeon; hurtling towards the soil at swashbuckling velocity,
She collapsed like a flimsy spider web; diffusing incoherently into infinite splinters of grey thread,
She collapsed like a stick of ice candy; melting rapidly around the periphery of bare wood,
She collapsed like a ball of swollen paper; deflated thoroughly with a rusty iron pin,
She collapsed like a jagged rope of jute; dangling languidly from unprecedented heights of the wall,
She collapsed like an insipid follicle of hair; adhering frigidly to the scalp,
She collapsed like a snow-white flamingo; diving down when permeated by a fleet of pugnacious lead bullets,
She collapsed like an ultra light wire of aluminum; distorting horrendously with the zipping second,
She collapsed like a log of loose timber; embedded with scented saw dust powder,
She collapsed like a rotund bar of glittering gold; impregnated with chips of badly squashed pearls,
She collapsed like a pipe inundated with water; bulging incongruously at the sides,
She collapsed like a mountain of free mud; blending profusely with the clayey soil,
She collapsed like a spongy button; bouncing umpteenth number of times on the
She collapsed like a pouch of chili powder; bursting irrationally into a million
particles on the floor,
She collapsed like a conglomerate of matchsticks; blown in entirety with
infinitesimal draughts of wind,
She collapsed like a lifeless beetle; as if stripped of its opalescent wings,
She collapsed like a lackadaisical sandwich divested of pepper; lying dilapidated and forlorn amidst heaps of garbage,
She collapsed like a steel nugget does; when heated in swirling fires of sweltering heat, She collapsed like a slender nib of a fountain pen; when pressed nimbly on
She collapsed like a shard of tainted glass; when struck by a small sized
She collapsed like a ship incorporating scores of rooms; resting on a foundation of white sand,
She collapsed like pallid tendrils of a parasitic creeper; sticking nimbly to the greasy wall,
She collapsed like a chain of jingling silver; suspended apathetically from the angular neck,
She collapsed like a rotten fruit; squelching disdainfully beneath the most negligible of pressure,
She collapsed like a diseased snake; slithering helplessly in the sprawling creepers,
She collapsed like a stone wall hovering tentatively in the air; without the slightest of concrete foundation,
She collapsed like whirlwinds of yellow dust; eventually mixing with the desert sand,
She collapsed like a cracked needle; emanating screeching noises while
juxtaposing with the mud,
She collapsed like the broken shell of a monstrous egg; crumbling erratically in all directions,
She collapsed like a pierced balloon; cascading in its bedraggled shape into the
She collapsed like weak water; transforming into large pools after striking the earth,
She collapsed like long noodles; breaking indiscriminately even when touched by
the faintest of heat,
She collapsed like a lifeless individual; existing on this earth without a perpetual entity,
There was a time when she was constructed taking loads of scrupulous care; soaring high in the silken clouds; intimately kissing the rustic breeze,
She had never dreamt of falling; neither had the tiniest of insinuation of the events to unveil the succeeding day,
While at present she lay completely camouflaged under a mangled heap of debris; with a large ensemble of buried bodies crying hoarsely in pain,
The building which augmented the pride of the street for many years; now lay
wholesomely decimated; gruesomely destroyed after suffering the brunt of the disastrous earthquake.
29. IF YOU REALLY FELT SORRY
Don't just repeat POVERTY tirelessly and then feel remorseful; pathetically nodding your head; as if the most unassailable messiah of bereaved humanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then vanquish it forever from its very non-existent roots; and from even the most infinitesimal corner of the pompously rigid society.
Don't just spell POVERTY incessantly and then feel regretful; lugubriously crossing your fingers; as if all mercy had wholesomely disappeared from the trajectory of this colossal planet,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then unflinchingly surge forward to scrap even the most inconspicuous of its essence from this fathomless Universe; philanthropically mitigate all organism alive from its devastating stranglehold.
Don't just visualize POVERTY indefatigably and then feel destroyed; uncontrollably wailing like a scarecrow umpteenth number of times in a single minute,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then extricate it for times immemorial with the sparkling righteousness in your soul; enveloping even the most fugitively capricious speck of this globe with a wave of eternally resplendent compassion.
Don't just witness POVERTY intransigently and then feel gruesomely assassinated; nonchalantly sniffing your nose towards the heavens to put the entire blame upon Lord Almighty,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then behead it for infinite more births yet to unveil with the religion of humanity enshrouding your conscience; ubiquitously disseminate your happiness to all those unfortunately hapless and deprived.
Don't just whisper POVERTY unrelentingly and then feel like threadbare shit; abominably puking out even the last morsel of food from your languidly churning stomach,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then drive it away with the Omnisciently sacrosanct shadow of truth; ingratiatingly share the woes and overwhelming trauma of your counterparts and alien; beautifully alike.
Don't just memorize the spelling of POVERTY incorrigibly to appear for the examinations; and then feel like an infinitesimally sinful debris of ghoulish insanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then perpetually substitute it with benign love and care; inundating each arena of this insurmountably gigantic Universe with an ocean of celestially humanitarian empathy.
Don't just reminisce POVERTY insatiably and then feel exonerated; collapsing like a frigid matchstick towards obdurate ground; with your head timidly sunk like a dastardly rat between your legs,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then patriotically blaze ahead in the truly scintillating spirit of mankind; diffusing the melody of symbiotic existence on every step that you holistically transgressed.
Don't just cry POVERTY endlessly and then feel like the demons rotting in coffins of crucified hell; eventually dissolving like a chunk of soggy pulp into your own disappearing shadow,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then hoist every uncouthly trembling entity upon your splendidly benevolent shoulders; Omnipotently enveloping the every trace of coldblooded savagery with the ointment of passionate love.
And don't just write POVERTY timelessly and then feel like the most hapless livid entity alive; trying to mercilessly chop your own foot when infact there wasn't the slightest trace of axe around,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then replenish its penuriously castigating grave with an unfathomable river of love; enlightening the life of every despicably beleaguered human with the rays of Godly mankind.
30. QUIT RAGGING OR GO TO HELL
Pathetically dastardly are those who indiscriminately rag; having the bugs of spurious inferiority circulating lecherously in their feckless veins,
Baselessly stupid are those who torturously rag; exerting their potato shaped muscles on savage meaninglessness; when they very well knew that they could have used the same to fruitfully evolve a civilization of bountifully stupefying newness,
Preposterously frustrated are those who morbidly rag; venting their ludicrously extra shades of enthusiasm in harassing the mantra of innocence; instead of utilizing the same to astoundingly score well in their exams,
Luridly squalid are those who penalizingly rag; desperately torching their innermost senses like a pugnacious volcano every unfurling minute; rotting all their lives in the corridors of dislocated hell,
Barbarously rancid are those who tirelessly rag; worthlessly wasting the most pricelessly precious moments of their life; in stripping someone's chastity instead of embracing the winds of immortal love,
Abhorrently prejudiced are those who insanely rag; meting out their personal impoverishment upon poignantly nimble bodies; and then foolishly proclaiming the same as their path to ultimate martyrdom,
Disparagingly delinquent are those who surreptitiously rag; endlessly dying of the fear of the Sun all day; as they had not a spot on this fathomless earth to hide their deeds of raunchily asphyxiating blackness,
Remorsefully imprisoned are those who deliberately rag; making sardonically abusing innocuous entities their morning cup of tea; when even the most lugubriously fetid gutter water irrevocably denied to enter their criminal mouths,
Venomously parasitic are those who treacherously rag; lasciviously extricating every iota of happiness from other people's lives; and then foolhardily justifying themselves by saying that this was the order from the Almighty Divine; as they were genuinely deprived,
Cold-bloodedly maniacal are those who hedonistically rag; savagely using honest shoulders to clamber the ladder of success; eventually finding that the sky of prosperity was never for theirs to be,
Diabolically cannibalistic are those who truculently rag; pulverizing the name of their godly parents to gorily infidel ash; letting the fragrance of their sacrosanct mother's milk evaporate into licentious nothingness; as they trampled their immaculate brethren right in front of her heavenly eyes,
Abstrusely wayward are those who congenitally rag; finding banging weak bones every instant as the greatest occupation on this Universe; instead of proving their mettle in the symbiotically competitive world outside,
Penuriously decrepit are those who pretentiously rag; satanically trying to decimate their timid compatriots with the power of their bombastic wealth and wine; entirely oblivious to the terrorizing hell ardently waiting for them; by his orders after their demise,
Bawdily ghoulish are those who malevolently rag; eventually ending up licking lackluster dust and staggeringly jobless at their same comrade's feet; whom they had once rebuked and who had now metamorphosed into a patriarch of unlimited prosperity,
Esoterically decayed are those who purposelessly rag; gnawing their nails raw in ghastly blood from inside; letting the carnivorously amorphous devil take complete control of their mind; body and soul; while they brutally assassinated traces of ecstatic senility,
Uxoriously cantankerous are those who ignominiously rag; embedding more and more despicable coffin nails in their life; as they sadistically extradited the fabric of self-esteem from countless unblemished souls and lives,
Intolerably derogatory are those who unreasonably rag; trying their best to scare the thunderbolts of life from holistically unsuspecting newcomers; when they were themselves nothing more than a fragment of eternal misery from their disdainful insides,
Parsimoniously flagrant are those who sordidly rag; with even the most mercurial element of their bodies diminishing into corpses of extinction; before they had time to exhale their unfinished breath,
Therefore it is my humble plea to all those who play this poisonous game of ragging; please abdicate it as soon as possible; to be perhaps accepted by the Almighty Lord once again;
Otherwise rag as much as you can; perhaps with none to check you this very moment and countless more moments when you would assume yourself to be the ultimate price; but then be prepared for a hell which was more horrific than the most bizarre of death; which not me; but the Lord Almighty had designed for you; O! yes specially you; and please believe him not me; because it was just for you and for nobody else; but you.
31. 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
Above all FATHERHOOD; the unflinchingly charismatic spirit that it perennially portrayed to this colossally propitious and spell bindingly heavenly planet,
Above all WOMANHOOD; the sensuously tantalizing garden of ingratiating fantasy; that it disseminated to every impoverished organism alive,
Above all SISTERHOOD; the godly entrenchment of sacred sharing; that it perpetuated in even the most hedonistically tyrant of skull wandering on this
Above all SAINTHOOD; the perspicuously enlightening beams of hope that it unequivocally distributed; to every miserably derelict entity on this fathomless globe,
O! Yes above everything today; has risen the corpse of MONEYHOOD; O! Almighty Lord; victimizing countless innocent in its deathly swirl; wholesomely metamorphosing the pristinely untainted map of your Universe; into frigidly threadbare and decrepit currency paper.
Above all BROTHERHOOD; the magically wonderful essence of symbiotic existence; that it timelessly and altruistically culminated into,
Above all NEIGHBOURHOOD; the harmoniously blissful feeling of unconquerable solidarity; uninhibitedly gushing out like unstoppable blessings from azure sky,
Above all ETERNALHOOD; the preachings of celestial contentment and mellifluous exuberance; being the mantra of every unfurling minute of vibrant life,
Above all BOYHOOD; the inexhaustibly rejuvenating odyssey of boisterous youth; towards more and more exhilaratingly enigmatic discovery,
O! Yes above everything today; has risen the mortuary of MONEYHOOD; O! Almighty Lord; lambasting boundless newborn with swords of bizarrely murderous commercialism; wholesomely metamorphosing the pristinely untainted map of your Universe; into inconspicuously worthless and sadistically stinking currency paper.
Above all LIKELIHOOD; the ethereally illuminating rays of hope that congenitally came alongwith the most tempestuously acrimonious of adversity,
Above all MOTHERHOOD; the unending cosmos of everlasting caring that brilliantly consecrated even the most diminutive iota of viciousness on this
Above all MANHOOD; the fearlessly patriotic streak of blazing triumph; that forever exorcized the planet of the seeds of parasitic cowardice,
Above all KINGHOOD; the regally epitomizing throne of success; that radiated like a handsomely unfettered prince; on every patch of inanely barren soil,
O! Yes above everything today; has risen the ghost of MONEYHOOD; O! Almighty Lord; indiscriminately assassinating the fabric of truth and humanity; wholesomely metamorphosing the pristinely untainted map of your Universe; into sordidly stagnant and criminally barbarous currency paper.
Above all KNIGHTHOOD; that blisteringly towered into a fire of princely gallantry and crusade for the cause of benign righteousness,
Above all CHILDHOOD; that perpetually blossomed into an ocean of timeless innocence; like the angels of the creator having descended from the heart of paradise,
Above all LIVELIHOOD; that quintessentially engendered every single entity on this earth to honesty perspire; for melodiously harnessing the fruits of profligate nature,
Above all LOVELIHOOD; that panoramically enthralled even the most remorsefully alien; with the unfathomably unceasing vividness of the rhapsodically resplendent atmosphere,
O! Yes above everything today; has risen the curse of MONEYHOOD; O! Almighty Lord; unsparingly excoriating the fragrance of sensuously embellished existence; wholesomely metamorphosing the pristinely untainted map of your Universe; into uxoriously delirious and frantically penurious currency paper
What difference would it make to the oceans round the world; if they sacrificed a million droplets of their water?
But the same could infact; create a river for people starving below the disastrous poverty line; prove as life bestowing fluid for impoverished life in the deserts; crawling towards the tenterhooks of extinction.
What difference would it make to meadows all across the globe; if they sacrificed just a whisker of their stupendously unfathomable carpet of grass?
But the same could infact; evolve a marvelous mattress for all those orphaned slithering on cold blooded ground; transit them into a blissful slumber; relishing the mysticism of the ravishing night.
What difference would it make to gigantic buildings protruding from varied territories of the globe; if they sacrificed just an inconspicuous little brick; from their majestically towering structure?
But the same could infact; construct a magnificently luxurious dwelling; for innocently naked trembling uncontrollably on the dusty streets; deluging their
uncouthly aggrieved lives with beams of optimistic happiness.
What difference would it make to the tumultuously augmenting storm; to sacrifice only a single of its royally whistling winds?
But the same could infact; entirely metamorphose the persona of the morbidly stinking dungeons; into one replete with spiffy vivaciousness and exuberance worth a lifetime.
What difference would it make to the fires roaring unrelentingly towards the cosmos; to sacrifice a diminutive flame of theirs; from the handsomely untamed inferno that penetrated charismatically into the clouds?
But the same could infact; become the ultimate candle of happiness for those existing in inexplicably treacherous darkness; mitigating them towards the corridors of a cheerful beginning.
What difference would it make to the most learned man on this Universe; to sacrifice just a trifle of his benevolent philosophies; out of the infinite ideals he harbored?
But the same could infact; prove as an invincible platform for the illiterate; impregnate a distinct glint of hope in their despairing eyes; to rise as the
noble stalwarts of tomorrow.
What difference would it make to immortal lovers across the fathomless earth; to sacrifice just an infinitesimal iota of their love; diffuse just a fraction from their boundless repertoire of sharing and understanding?
But the same could infact; work miracles for all those blind; maimed; deaf and horrendously mutilated; profusely rejuvenate in them the Omnipotent
spirit to be alive.
What difference would it make to all those robustly alive and happy; to sacrifice a minute each day to water the soil; spare a few moments to assist the ailing; cross the boisterously bustling lanes?
But the same could infact; transform this world into a mesmerizing green heaven; profoundly appease the God's to bless all with bountiful endowment.
And what difference would it make to all those unfathomably rich; to sacrifice just a penny from their overwhelmingly bulging pockets; part with a ludicrous fragment of their affluence; out of the gold literally reaching the skies?
But the same could infact; relinquish all traces of deplorable poverty from all quarters of the planet; engender the ordinary to embrace the extraordinary; in a wave of united bliss; in a wave of perpetual happiness
34. LOVE ME
Talk to me; perpetrating handsomely through my spells of inexplicable gloom,
Look at me; admiring the gregarious contours of my face; making me feel that I was the Queen of the sparkling hills,
Dance with me; fomenting me to release tons of lazy energy; sweat passionately under the shimmering blanket of milky moonlight,
Sketch me; granting my impoverished identity the status of a princess; basking in the unprecedented delights of her grandiloquent palace,
Smile at me; engendering me to feel that I was indeed intriguing; had a right to rhapsodically exist on the trajectory of this planet,
Shout at me; abruptly breaking my string of invidious obsessions; maneuvering me towards the bright side of existence,
Wink at me; flirtatiously swirling in the atmosphere; as rain drops pelted thunderously from ominous cocoons of sky,
Embrace me; igniting the blistering inferno of love to the inner most recesses of my body; catapulting me into a land of sheer and tumultuous ecstasy,
Tickle me; evoking me to burst into pools of uninhibited laughter; enjoy the journey of existence to its fullest; with the Sun dazzling mystically through the whites of my eye,
Pat me; impregnating spurts of rejuvenated confidence in my visage; to surge forward with flamboyant gusto and face life,
Pamper me; making me feel that I was an innocuous young child once again; the nostalgic days of mesmerizing childhood were still alive and perpetually afresh,
Sing for me; triggering me to escalate beyond the realms of the gigantic cosmos; feel pompously elevated when compared with the rest of the world,
Promise me; imparting my countenance an ocean of Herculean strength; giving it the astronomical reassurance of having your impregnable grace by its side,
Caress me; fondling the voluptuous strands of my hair with your heavenly fingers; making me feel that I was blissfully blessed and complete,
Pinch me; instilling that insurmountably naughty urge in my body; perpetuating me to gallop in boisterous fun behind the group of gallantly running kangaroos,
Scold me; making me realize that I wasn't the only one who had a right to exist in this Universe; as I levered my head in due reverence in front of Almighty Lord,
Imitate me; embodying in me the feeling of unsurpassable youth; the overwhelming tenacity to leap forward in enigmatic jubilation,
Cry on me; sharing my loads of unfathomable sorrow; the grief that was uncouthly trapped in my heart since the time I was born,
Accept me; tolerating my vicious circle of whims and fallacies; as I can candidly tell you; that I was profoundly human at heart,
Most importantly love me; making me feel that I was the most special person breathing on this earth; the most special person fantastically fit and alive.
35. THE BRAVE ARE DEFINITELY THOSE
Bravery is not the slightest in salaciously sucking blood; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so diabolically suck their blood; asking the Omnipotent Lord to further enlighten them with the spirit of benevolently priceless selflessness,
Bravery is not the slightest in brutally racist discrimination; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so satanically discriminate them; asking the unassailable Lord to further bless them with the winds of symbiotically infallible oneness,
Bravery is not the slightest in sacrilegiously unforgivable abuse; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so wretchedly abuse them; asking the triumphant Lord to further enrich them with mellifluously unshakable harmony,
Bravery is not the slightest in inconsolably delirious hatred; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so tyrannically hated them; asking the Omnipresent Lord to further replenish them with oceans of unsurpassable compassion,
Bravery is not the slightest in fanatically religious intolerance; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so horrendously desecrate them; asking the undefeated Lord to further sublime them with the one and only religion of humanity,
Bravery is not the slightest in devilishly deteriorating lies; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so maliciously deceive them; asking the eternal Lord to further immortalize them with the heavens of altruistic truth,
Bravery is not the slightest in inflicting pugnacious impoverishment; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so hideously make them poor; asking the ubiquitous Lord to further gift them with the insuperably redolent aura of unity,
Bravery is not the slightest in sadistically blinding; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so ghastily blinded them; asking the Omniscient Lord to further bestow them with the light of unconquerably egalitarian optimism,
Bravery is not the slightest in perpetuating dastardly homelessness; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so gorily devastated them; asking the benign Lord to further illuminate them with the lantern of pricelessly poignant togetherness,
Bravery is not the slightest in treacherously penalizing war; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so unsparingly bombarded them; asking the ever-pervading Lord to further rejuvenate them with the endlessly victorious Universe of peace,
Bravery is not the slightest in demonically victimizing rape; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so heartlessly raped them; asking the everlasting Lord to further ameliorate them with the desire to live and let live every unfurling instant of life,
Bravery is not the slightest in disastrously poisoning with the seeds of prejudice; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so egregiously vindicated them; asking the undying Lord to further motivate them with the quintessentially perennial ingredients of humanity,
Bravery is not the slightest in cold-bloodedly massacring artistry; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so wantonly maimed their arms and legs; asking the royal Lord to further fortify them with the skies of jubilantly amiable brotherhood,
Bravery is not the slightest in ominously dumbing the tongue; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so tawdrily circumscribed their freedom of speech; asking the impregnable Lord to further reinvigorate them with the limitless melody of divine creation,
Bravery is not the slightest in truculently freezing the senses; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so hedonistically pulverized their fantasies; asking the infallible Lord to further embellish them with the unendingly amalgamated strength of majestic living kind,
Bravery is not the slightest in despicably slandering slavery; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so bigotedly incarcerated them; asking the interminable Lord to further liberate them with the mantra of ecstatically divinely proliferation,
Bravery is not the slightest in licentiously shameful betrayal; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so cannibalistically broke their hearts; asking the bountiful Lord to further rehabilitate them with all the richness of mother nature on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,
Bravery is not the slightest in politically perverted terrorism; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those so mercilessly evaporated every trace of their felicity; asking the unchallangable Lord to further metamorphose them into the ultimate paradise of peace and humanitarian prosperity,
And Bravery is not the slightest in sinfully killing an infinite of living and mankind; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so uncouthly asphyxiated the air in their lungs; asking the Lord to further consecrate them with the immortally philanthropic atmosphere of vivid life
36. LIVE NO EVIL
Say no evil; refraining to bring even the most inconspicuous of hatred to your immaculately divine lips,
See no evil; closing your eyes as they lecherously wandered; casting their diabolical glimpse upon innocuous entities trespassing through this mighty planet,
Propagate no evil; disseminating only philanthropic benevolence from your palms; in every entity you encountered; during your impoverished existence upon Mother Earth,
Hear no evil; basking only in the glory of melodiously captivating sound; gushing like an untamed whirlwind to the faintest cry of your fellow comrades in inexplicable distress,
Sing no evil; chopping your tongue to an infinite bits of inconspicuous ash; the instant it uttered things against God's most enthrallingly mesmerizing planet,
Patronize no evil; harboring only the irrefutable essence of celestial peace profoundly within your magnanimous soul; blatantly ostracizing those who condemned wonderful humanity,
Fantasize no evil; drifting the intriguing chords of your brain towards a land more enchanting than paradise; the instant the devil tried capsizing it from all sides,
Philosophize no evil; tirelessly browsing through only textbooks of charismatic mankind; immortalizing its spirit till even centuries after; you relinquished breath and died,
Shield no evil; audaciously vanquishing every single trace of malice from the gloomy interiors of your dwelling; substituting it with an everlasting stream on perpetual love,
Paint no evil; using your fingers to uplift tyrannized humanity; sketching with them an infinite myriad of shapes; that profusely enlightened disastrously devastated lives,
Chase no evil; indefatigably embarking upon a mission to save earth from bloodshed; evacuate the most inconspicuous iota of treachery from the complexion of satanic soil,
Eat no evil; relishing the fruits of freedom every moment of your diminutive life; escalating higher than the rhapsodic clouds with your comrades by your majestic side,
Transcend no evil; perennially existing beneath the blessings of the Omnisciently divine; savoring as well diffusing harmonious happiness; to every iota of this boundlessly beautiful planet,
Confront no evil; praying intransigently to the Almighty Lord; for decimating even the most infinitesimal trace of sin; from the innocent organisms lives,
Sleep no evil; relentlessly dreaming about an island of unsurpassable unity; with the rich and poor marching towards the corridors of sweet success; alike,
Trade no evil; sharing only the essence of benign compassion with every organism on this globe; enriching its life with uninhibited smiles,
Do no evil; intransigently revolting against each part of your shivering body; till the time it alighted only for immortalizing the unflinching spirit of humankind,
Love no evil; ardently embracing only those with empathy in their hearts; bonding with their passionate beats; in every birth you took birth again,
And live no evil; unfathomably exploring; discovering; altruistically evolving each moment of your life to exist higher than the skies; endeavoring your very best to alleviate the lives of all those submerged in pain; of those drowning in a web of lies
37. TSUNAMI AFTERMATH- LIVIDLY LIVING CORPSE
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unprecedented misery; with the wrath of the inexplicably crippling disaster transforming every trace of robust innocence into a mortuary of stinking death,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of hapless uncertainty; as boundless number of impeccable heads stared in distraught disbelief; for relentless hours towards empty sky,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of morbid blood; from which emanated the stench of pricelessly inimitable honesty hopelessly blended with the diabolical devil,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unceasing sadness; in which perpetually floated innumerable lifeless bones of their enchanting siblings; children and immortal beloved,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of sadistic ridicule; where even the most eternally fructifying form of living kind was rendered to worthlessly lugubrious foam; salt and soap,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of parasitically ribald lechery; where man brutally asphyxiated his counterpart man; in an eventual bid to frenetically survive,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of cannibalistic hatred; from which spawned only the corridors of devilish hell; diffusing pain; pain and only intolerably inconsolable pain,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of bizarrely tawdry helplessness; where they were reduced to just infinitesimal frigid eunuchs; not able to do anything as the wave gobbled every trace of their celestial happiness,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of frenzied deliriousness; which apocalyptically shrieked the cry of ultimate extinction; the wholesome disappearance of this symbiotic planet from the map of this bountifully redolent Universe,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unceasing remorsefulness; with the coffins of satanic oblivion ghoulishly transcending every conceivable happening in the atmosphere,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of limitless disbelief; with every stroke of destiny seeming to treacherously unfurl from the mouth of the venomously slandering devil,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of ominously pulverizing lies; where as if sacrilegiously wanton abuse had forever overridden the brilliantly majestic scepter of emollient truth,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of wastrel nothingness; with every wave that arose; hedonistically darting towards the infinite infinity of unfathomable despair,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of endless unemployment; where even the most divinely innocent source of life; was indiscriminately weighed on the scales of carnivorous crime,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of intransigently besmirching trauma; which licentiously gave birth to the graveyards of blackness; blackness and only savagely decrepit blackness,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of emotionlessly penalizing neglect; unforgivably ripping them apart from every tangible and intangible aspect and fabric of the civilized society,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of devastating disorientation; with even the most synergistically resplendent of smiles metamorphosing into gorily inane waywardness,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unendingly excruciating torture; with human skin and emotions being ruthlessly excoriated apart like the inadvertent shedding of the lizard's skin,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of amorphously sinful vindication; as fathomless deplorably orphaned took a solemn pledge; never to respect Mother Nature in their lifetimes again,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of ungainly fretfulness; with the horrendously wrinkled eye dispersing nothing else but blood; blood and punitively aggrieved blood,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unparalleled divestation; with every beat of the heart; breath and blood; being transformed forever and ever and ever; as an aftermath of the murderous Tsunami; into a lividly living corpse.
38. TSUNAMI- THE WAVE OF DEATH; DEATH AND ONLY INCONSOLABLE DEATH.
It gobbled even the most infinitesimal trace of their unfettered triumph; decimating countless innocent in its swirl of truculently unrelenting terror,
It gobbled even the most tiniest trace of their astoundingly eclectic sensitivity; ruthlessly rendering boundless orphaned and to unceasingly beg at the mortuaries of asphyxiating death,
It gobbled even the most diminutive trace of their timeless impressions; indiscriminately annihilating every tangible and intangible form of their majestic ancestral heritage,
It gobbled even the most ethereal trace of their euphorically unbridled fantasy; brutally metamorphosing every conceivable instant of their lifetime into
a cadaverously unforgivable nightmare,
It gobbled even the most transient trace of their pristinely divine virility; leaving innumerable humanity and living kind; lividly impotent and deplorably divested of the exuberant elixir to lead symbiotic life,
It gobbled even the most evanescent trace of their bountifully vibrant belonging; ghastily transforming every of their inimitably prized possession into a graveyard of inanely obsolete nothingness,
It gobbled even the most ephemeral trace of their perennially fructifying desire; murderously crippling them for an infinite more lifetimes; with solely the prisons of unfathomable devastation,
It gobbled even the most mercurial trace of their blissfully synergistic kin; inexhaustibly terminating every source of their cherished memory and the seeds
of their compassionate love,
It gobbled even the most fugitive trace of their ingeniously burgeoning creativity; posing nothing else but a lifelessly diabolical wall of inexplicable misery for the remainder of their destined lifetime,
It gobbled even the most disappearing trace of their blessedly proliferating
humanity; triggering an uncontrollably delirious feeling of vindication in their souls; towards the Creator for tyrannically snatching them away from their beloved kin,
It gobbled even the most feckless trace of their quintessentially emollient livelihood; permeating an irrevocable phobia in them of wholesomely discarding the things they so fervently loved; just a few seconds ago,
It gobbled even the most insipid trace of their optimistically jubilant hope; sealing every perceivable moment of their truncated destiny; with the skeletons
of disastrously unending hopelessness,
It gobbled even the most fleeting trace of their enchantingly panoramic civilization; giving an altogether sinister new look; to the map of their once unflinchingly venerated motherland,
It gobbled even the most vanishing trace of their eternally righteous customs; beliefs; religions; ideals; introducing them to nothing else but an irretrievably crucifying religion of cannibalistic blood,
It gobbled even the most parsimonious trace of their invincible brotherhood
and peace; rendering fathomless kilometers of their holistic land with the devilish stench of unstoppably victimizing epidemic,
It gobbled even the most inconspicuous trace of their altruistically blossoming humanity; with countless impeccable children trampling one over another; frenetically trying to identify their parents from the dead,
It gobbled even the most vacillating trace of their hunger to survive; with even the most tantalizingly royal morsels of food and currency seeming more dilapidated than the worst of lame stones; infront of their friends and beloved hedonistically killed and dead,
It gobbled even the most oblivious trace of their immortally infallible love; leaving them with a heart; vein and nostril indeed; but sinfully without the tiniest iota of beat; blood and Omnipotent breath,
It gobbled even the most obfuscated trace of their inimitably priceless identity; unsparingly demolishing limitless trajectories of their land within lightening seconds of time; burying them an infinite feet beneath their graves; before they had even time to utter their last wish or sigh,
The TSunami was indeed the most ominously devastating wave that mankind
had ever witnessed or ever could conceive; and although it was Nature's untamed fury as its very uninhibited best; it spelt; demonstrated; waved and spoke death; death and just the most haplessly aggrieved form of inconsolably endless death.
39. EVERY LOVE BRINGS ALONG
Every night brings along with it; perpetually ghastly darkness hideously descending down,
Every storm brings along with it; exuberant carpets of boisterously handsome breeze,
Every morning brings along with it; brilliantly mesmerizing and
optimistic rays of light,
Every wave brings along with it; scores of bountifully tangy and vivaciously tantalizing salt,
Every flower brings along with it; a fragrance that truly captivates every corner of the pathetically dwindling soul,
Every dream brings along with it; an inexplicable feeling of excitement; that propels you to surge forward; always rejuvenated in life,
Every toy brings along with it; an immaculately bouncing child; wholesomely oblivious to the salacious vagaries of this manipulative planet,
Every wind brings along with it; an inevitable attitude of holistic change; triggering you to relinquish your past miseries; and uninhibitedly march towards your ultimate goal in life,
Every shadow brings along with it; a cloud of unfathomable mysticism; that irrevocably compels you to abdicate the chords of pragmatic reality,
Every idea brings along with it; a spirit of profound newness; which keeps indefatigably culminating into a fountain of marvelously everlasting creation,
Every devil brings along with it; a wave of treacherous devastation; which try had as it could; eventually succumbs against the stupendously Omnipotent light of God,
Every coin of currency brings along with it; an atmosphere of maniacal savagery; people diabolically sucking the blood of their own revered kin,
Every smile brings along with it; an overwhelming degree of cheer; profusely enlightening the lives of those engulfed with incomprehensible pain,
Every yawn brings along with it; an irrevocable concoction of laziness; an unhealthy desire to snore; when infact the world outside needed you desperately,
Every star brings along with it; a voluptuously velvety shine; which intrepidly maneuvers you undaunted in your mission to save humanity; even in the heart of the invidiously sinister night,
Every breath brings along with it; an augmenting ardor to survive; extract your right to exist amidst a pack of savage toothed wolves,
Every heartbeat brings along with it; an unrelenting passion to express the thoughts flowing with your crimson blood; the inexorable tenacity to make you a better human in every aspect of life,
And every love brings along with it; an unsurpassable power for the earth to live beyond its destined times; immortally fortifying its chord with the Almighty Lord; annihilating the demons best attempts to finish off his planet; like a pack of cards.
40. HUMAN - PART 2
I just couldn't make out his name; simply by looking into his innocently hazel eyes,
I just couldn't make out his religion; simply by gauging the pace of his walk; the lanes on which he traveled,
I just couldn't make out the place he might be residing; simply by staring at the
color of his clothes,
I just couldn't make out the money he had incarcerated in his pocket; simply by casting a look at the back of his trouser,
I just couldn't make out the words he might be extremely fond of; simply by the shade of his lips,
I just couldn't make out his passions in life; the things he had an insatiable zeal for; simply by admiring his supreme height,
I just couldn't make out the color of blood flowing in his veins; simply by glancing a trifle at his rubicund skin,
I just couldn't make out the dreams engulfing his mind; simply by witnessing his mystical shadow,
I just couldn't make out whether he was married or not; by simply listening to his authoritative voice,
I just couldn't make out the exact size of his shoe; simply by running my fingers nimbly across his fading footprints,
I just couldn't make out the destination he was going to; simply by viewing the bag he held stubbornly in his fortified palms,
I just couldn't make out the speed of his heart; the turbulence that might going on inside; by simply casting one look beneath his shirt inundated with profuse sweat,
I just couldn't make out the abuses he had spoken a little while ago; simply by straining my ears to his present voice,
I just couldn't make out the fraternity of clothes he vehemently adored; by simply peering at his existing pair of bedraggled coat and trousers,
I just couldn't make out the insects that had stung him all throughout his life; simply by spotting the fresh bruises sprawled incoherently on his arms,
I just couldn't make out the actual strength and tenacity he possessed in his demeanor; simply by standing abreast by his side for a few racy seconds,
I just couldn't make out the taste circumventing his greedy tongue; simply by peeking a glimpse at the morsels of left over bread neatly sandwiched in his fists,
I just couldn't make out his ability to memorize; the pedigree of intelligence that lingered in his brain; simply by gawking at his bushy eyebrows and moderately
And the more I saw him; the more frustrated I became; as I just couldn't make out head or tail about his entity; the inscrutable quandaries enveloping his life,
So at the end when there seemed no alternative; and the inexorably urge to talk to him became more prominent than the thunderously deafening clouds; I chose the simplest option; I audaciously mustered strength to call him; addressed him boldly as human
Unemployment is a ghastly seed; which flowers into a graveyard of sullen nothingness; for centuries immemorial,
Unemployment is an abhorrently fetid wind; which pulverizes every element of your sacred countenance; to blend with insipidly threadbare ands sleazy charcoal,
Unemployment is a pathetic maelstrom of obnoxious malice; which cripples every trace of vibrant existence; till realms beyond absurd recognition,
Unemployment is the most agonizing of trauma in an organism's visage; a perfidious quarantine that remains with your silhouette once it takes even the
most infidel of roots,
Unemployment is the onset of disdainful morbidity; with even the most euphorically gyrating nerves of your body; now ignominiously vomiting the last ingredient of your sagacious blood,
Unemployment is a malicious stamp of the horrendously penalizing devil; insanely annihilating all melodiously bountiful desire from its very poignant roots,
Unemployment is a treacherously abominable parasite; malevolently extricating even the last iota of celestially fructifying nutrition; from your wonderfully robust body,
Unemployment is the ultimate curse on all fraternity of living kind; insidiously asphyxiating the fangs of your existence; even before you could wink your eyes,
Unemployment is an avalanche of decaying neglect which unceremoniously augments with each instant of unveiling time; rendering even the most gloriously synergistic of your rudiments to baseless shit,
Unemployment is the most acrimoniously devastating nail in your coffin; unsparingly lambasting you with swords of horrific disdain; even after your veritable death,
Unemployment is an indescribable holocaust for the boundless planet; lecherously snaring its satanically ostracizing shadows towards nothing else; but a solitary dungeon of gory bloodshed and doom,
Unemployment is the most perniciously sinister abuse that you could have ever conceived; mercilessly excoriating an entity's integrity into a million infinitesimal pieces of meaninglessness,
Unemployment is an intransigently emotionless night that never ends; a gruesomely pulverizing blackness that has not even the tiniest insinuation of an optimistic tomorrow,
Unemployment is a diabolical wave of perilous remorsefulness; metamorphosing even the most capricious iota of ebullience enshrouding your soul into a corpse of overwhelming dilapidation and ominous decay,
Unemployment is an unsurpassably satanic entrenchment of preposterously sinking boredom; endlessly scarring your sacrosanct visage with the signature of utterly devastating hopelessness,
Unemployment is the most torturously inexplicable disease; a severely pugnacious ailment which leads to nothing else but a tunnel of dismally dolorous Blackness,
Unemployment is a wasteland of acridly thwarting debilitation; propelling you to vindictively stumble into a battlefield of gory blood and bone; on every step that you transgressed,
Unemployment is a revengeful gutter of squelching stench; barbarically assassinating even the most evanescent trace of optimism encapsulating your spell binding countenance,
Unemployment is a venomously belligerent thorn that incessantly pierces the crux of your exuberant existence; triggering every element of your persona to unstoppably bleed till times beyond infinite infinity,
Unemployment is a cold-bloodedly shattered glass; which transformed even the
most majestically resplendent of your contours; into the corpses of ghastily penalizing hell,
Unemployment is the most tyrannically truculent form of sparkling life; ruthlessly sapping even the most fleeting iota of enthusiasm from your unassailable body,
Unemployment is an endless tornado of ferociously repelling bullets; ghastily infiltrating every pore of your conscience with a blanket of derogatorily corrupt lies,
Unemployment is an unrelenting swirl of self inflicted destruction; transiting every speck of your inherently benign goodness; into a insanely uncouth murderer,
Unemployment is a desert of savagely threadbare hostility; leaving a trail of blood stained avarice and discriminating prejudice on every quarter of this fathomless earth,
Unemployment is the greatest sin that you could ever be born for; a web of nonchalant drudgery that miserably crucified everything that you ardently desired,
Unemployment is the most quintessential spark that evokes indiscriminate violence; agonizingly transforming God's unconquerable fabric of humanity; into an irascible marketplace of trading death,
Unemployment is the despicably lugubrious ceasing of your heart; the dastardly dying of every harmoniously enchanting rhyme in the blissfully enthralling atmosphere,
Unemployment is the most criminally castigating snapping of your beautifully
endowing breath; rendering you with nothing but an appalling expletive for this miraculously mesmerizing planet,
Therefore it is my humble plea to all those uselessly Unemployed; to passionately race forward in the full fervor of Omnipotently charismatic life; transcend past the pinnacles of bountiful prosperity to symbiotically blend with the religion of mankind,
And believe me that you would find yourself irrefutably successful once you take the initiative; for it is not I who is doing anything for you; but it will all manifest into a perpetually invincible reality by the grace of the Omnipresently Almighty Lord
42. FOOD AND ITS UNBELIEVABLE POWER.
It made a person irrefutably realize his / her true stature on this earth - which was
nothing infront of the Almighty Lord - as morsels were gobbled with raw humanitarian fervor and then even the most mature of body exultated
in child-like delight,
It made people forget deplorably miserly discrepancies of caste; creed; color and religion over its tantalizingly sumptuous aroma,
It naturally impregnated a wretchedly war-infested environment - with the charm of an existence replete with symbiotic health and prosperity,
It gathered hordes of hungry stomachs and palettes into uninhibited camaraderie - as they sat in compassionate unity to devour its quintessential morsels for survival,
It melted even the most indiscriminately traumatic persona which lambasted the
innocent - with its succulently impeccable taste which was a harbinger of bountiful humanity,
It fascinated the young and the old with its astounding freshness and vitality - which very soon blended with the fabric of existence after the gratifying bite,
It put all hostility and that desire to ruthlessly conquer to blissful sleep - as it made its way most naturally and ravishingly into the extraordinarily emaciated intestine,
It proved the most stupendously inadvertent excuse to meet up at just about any time of the day - and that too triggering that smile of satisfaction upon the lips relishing it,
It reinvigorated fading muscle and bone with indispensable boost to lead life Kingsize - bond and embrace the most alien of neighbor with the power of fortuitous love,
It metamorphosed pulverized failures into the champions of a fresh optimistic dawn - rendering in them the unabashed fortitude to stand up for the cause of unparalleled righteousness,
It rekindled the rays of desire in pathetically shriveled bloodstreams - as the living kind made merry; whispered; chatted and blended into the river of love with a new found hope to procreate,
It worked as a balm of compassionate friendship upon those haplessly aggrieved and lamenting the loss of their near and dear - as the chapter of death inevitably occurred when destined,
It was something that rendered all spurious demonstrations of power and wealth on earth utterly useless - as even the richest of all humans melanged with those begging on the roadside - to consume it; as disasters like the earthquake struck,
It not only helped people earn livelihood as they cooked; garnished; packed and
transported it - but added an indomitable aura of satisfaction to their lives as they served it to all those in dire need of it,
It miraculously helped in mollifying the most hoarsely wailing children - nourishing them with the gift of harmony - to evolve into the philanthropically noble citizens of tomorrow,
It prompted dialogues of peace and benevolent betterment even before armies could cross sides - as they preferred to arrive to a harmonious consensus of love and togetherness - after eating to their unbridled content,
It was a universal need that naturally arose at some time or the other in everyone irrespective of any religion or tribe; impregnably indicating that we're all created by the same God and infront of him; nothing,
It cultivated this most wonderfully altruistic habit of eating in the same plate; as its irresistibly appetizing grandeur instilled the basic tenets of selflessness and
Such was food and its unbelievable power.
43. TRULY MAKING A DIFFERENCE FOR GOODNESS.
The road appeared to be nervously slithering stretch of non-chalant Black,
Why not paint its surface with sparkling paint of majestic black, perpetuate its haplessly chapped periphery with the goodness of nourishing tar curry and handsome soot.
The chair inexorably creaked at the tiniest of weight straddling it; limping in gruesome disdain as if it would collapse any moment,
Why not reinforce its languidly decrepit body with screws and shiny nails, spray its exteriors and intricate interiors with that much needed coat of lubricant oil.
The computer miserably stuttered; fumbled; squandered and shut down almost immediately after starting it; unable to bear the weight of a battalion of programs and files installed,
Why not install the most ingenious of anti virus available in the contemporary planet today; and then witness it bouncing back to life with uninhibited gusto and impeccable charm.
The walls nervously trembled at the tiniest draught of wind; in bizarre circumspection of whether ever would they witness another fresh optimistic dawn,
Why not invincibly strengthen them with handsomely blended cement and mortar, so that they became a bountiful fortress of vitality against the most obnoxious of enemy attack.
The fragment of kite paper flagrantly fretted and fumed as the string attached to it; kept tearing it all the more; every now and again as it tried to gain altitude,
Why not agglutinate its torn ends with wondrously poignant glue, and then let it fly unabashedly high as you tugged its thread; in misty blue currents of the royally enamoring sky.
The gaudily striped shirt resembled a shabbily attired gutter pipe; with holes of every possible dimension besmirching its innocuous silhouette like a dreadfully salacious parasite,
Why not make the best use of needle and articulate white thread, stitch every gaping incongruity to perfection and then wear the same cloth - now befitting to be worn by an undefeated prince.
The mirror reflected back a distorted heap of remorsefully mangled junk, as its body was shattered into incongruous recesses of nothingness with passing years of neglect and street urchins hurling many a stray stone,
Why not replace it with a dazzling new glass of crystal contentment - so that it not only retained its own inimitable integrity but also displayed the candid truth infront of it.
The once upon a time King-sized and plush mahogany table now staggered towards grotesque ruination - with a layer of incorrigible dust destructively maligning its surface; legs; bottom and sides,
Why not take gargantuan swathes of coarse cloth - profoundly dip the same into a tub of stringent detergent soap - and then use the same to vigorously clean; so that the table was used for royal dinner and meeting up dignitaries from all walks of life.
The quaint scooter broke many a sturdy shoe - as it simply denied to start even after exerting Herculean pressure and persistence upon its scraggily dilapidated pedal and engine,
Why not give it for routine servicing and repair - which'd ensure it exuberantly surged forward like a rocket - and spared many impoverished pockets the ignominy of buying new footwear.
The television remote lay sulking in a sultry corner of the household - having just been tagged as an ‘ idiot good for nothing' - banged out of sight as it refrained from changing the entertainment channels - which had become such an integral part of today's life,
Why not insert a pair of vibrantly fresh batteries into it - and then witness it become the darling of everyone - including the corporate honcho who kept it tucked tightly beside his pillow alongwith his mobile.
The pen vindictively tore almost a sheaf of brand new printer paper; without even embossing a word - at the end finding itself into the dustbin - which would eventually be emptied into bits of asymmetrical nothingness,
Why not adorn it with a new nib and cap to prevent it from drying when it was needed the most - and then witness it pen down the most astoundingly brilliant lines of love poetry; for lovers and friends, alike.
The blackboard looked abominably dirty and a reproachful mess - with students of all classes and sizes instantaneously shunting it; resorting to the cooler and rejuvenating confines of the canteen instead,
Why not get the duster and some plain water - scrub it thoroughly from all sides - so that it resembled a freshly laden track - awaiting to be tread.
The matchstick simply didn't muster the guts to alight into a flame - as it found itself abusively hurled into the soggiest corner of trashcan by its impatient master,
Why not compassionately pick it up - completely dry the corners of its matchbox whose wetness were preventing it from catching fire - and then watch it setting the frigid darkness ablaze with its charismatically fiery flame.
As if your doing all of this goodness - mattered even an insouciant trifle to all of these non-living objects such as the - ‘road', ‘chair', ‘computer', ‘walls', ‘kite-paper', ‘shirt', ‘mirror', ‘table', ‘scooter', ‘television remote', ‘pen', ‘blackboard', ‘matchstick' - described above and several of such other non-living objects that strike your imagination impromptu, as of now,
For these objects didn't have the slightest of life - and though it'd be good if you found time to refurbish and resurrect them if they broke - it wouldn't stir any emotion in them at all - since they were dead and would remain dead,
But what would truly make a difference and would bring about a revolution in mortal existence - is your being good; kind; lovable, religiously tolerant, truthful and humanitarian in your natural capacity with those humans ‘Living' around you - to bond in the religion of humanity.
44. LET THEM GET MARRIED.
A poem to sensitize those people who enter marriage ceremonies with the sarcastic intention of castigating the couple about to be blissfully wedded.
Shouldn't he have put a trifle more of powder on his cheeks - as they appeared an edge too shoddy for spinning intrigue?
Shouldn't she have dipped her face in pure lemon extract; in order to render that irresistibly profound glow over her otherwise bedraggled contours.
Shouldn't he have opted for that clandestinely charming hair dye - transforming his unruly strands from a nondescript black to a majestic red?
Shouldn't she have left her hair uninhibited and ravishingly waving in exuberant wisps of breeze - rather than stingily tying them up into an impoverished
Shouldn't he have worn those royally swashbuckling sunglasses - that would've blown away the daylights of every nimble damsel in poignant vicinity?
Shouldn't she have left her eyes beautifully bare and in their rustic glory - rather than unnecessarily smudging them with abominable mascara.
Shouldn't he have stringently clipped the unruly strands of hair protruding from his ear - employing the services of the most contemporary of saloons?
Shouldn't she have worn earrings of aristocratically pure gold - rather than letting traditional threads of simpleton black dangle languidly and dulling the ambience which seemed already dead.
Shouldn't he have worn that pompously purple scarf round his neck - that'd have displayed his gentlemanly streak; lost as of now in the horrendously hardcore business suit?
Shouldn't she have chosen a dress which was more in snobbish satisfaction rather than the gaudy color that she now wore - unleashing her unceremoniously slapstick choice.
Shouldn't he have worn feather shaped boots perpetuating that true tryst with royalty which he richly deserved - rather than transgressing on the reception stage barefoot to create a mockery of a hype?
Shouldn't she have worn queenly slippers that vividly demonstrated her fantastically proportioned height - rather than create a pandemonium with her noisy high-heeled sandals - that made her shoot ridiculously through the roof.
Shouldn't he have worn plain rings of eclectic sizes that set the night ablaze with gaiety and style - rather than deliberately demonstrating the masculinity of his bohemian hand?
Shouldn't she have left her palms pristinely barren as she'd come into this planet - rather than embedding them with a motley of every conceivable tattoo available over the shelf - to stand out amidst the celebrities of the town.
Shouldn't he have shaved the parsimoniously extruding stubs of his beard and moustache - rather than appearing like a clown who genuinely wanted to entertain people flocked around?
Shouldn't she have puffed fragrant powder on her face atleast - rather than deserting it with nonchalant soap - and then let mosquitoes find a feasible space to feast on her demure silhouette.
Shouldn't he have carried a princely pen in his waist pocket - rather than deplorably borrowing the same and then squandering in shame - to sign all associated legalities?
Shouldn't she have meticulously fitted a purse to make her attire look enthralling- and at the same time appear a perfect symbol of societal sophistication - complete.
Shouldn't he have brandished a traditional sword to blend in magnificently with his jubilant persona - rather than walk the red carpet with shoulders hunched in the unpredictability of tomorrow?
Shouldn't she have built her stage as an invincibly alluring helipad - ushering in a high powered aircraft straight into the avenue - and leaving photographers / relatives in stunned delight.
Shouldn't he have played the perfect host of melanging with the crowd which had come so optimistically from remote corners of the town - displaying some hospitability - rather than sonorously contemplating as to when these spurious formalities would come to an abrupt end?
Shouldn't she have stayed as silent as white ice that personified high class dignity at its best - rather than giving her piece of cynical advise interspersed with abuse towards those who'd come uninvited.
Shouldn't he have hugged her first - rather than fiercely tugging at his rather atrociously oversized suit - in mere apprehension of it leaving his frail silhouette anytime?
Shouldn't she also have hugged him first - rather than adjusting her morosely flattened make-up - which in the process became more pathetically beleaguered than ever before.
Hey Folks. Its time for you to involve yourself into other and better pastimes.
There they were - both of them innocently about to enter into threads of holy matrimony - least bothered about their appearances today, when the most important thing in the world to them was to marry by God's grace,
Therefore give them a break. Let them get married.
45. SALUTING THE STREET DOGS.
You unsparingly reprimanded them when they ferociously barked - mischievously chased other damsels of their fraternity and indulged in the most uncivilized of fights,
You lambasted them - instantaneously unbuckling your waist belts - for chasing your car down the quiet highway; annoyed that its flamboyant splendor was marred by the unscrupulous behavior,
You; at occasions; drove at breakneck speeds - thrusting the reason to be an
emergency - and mowed through their peaceful abodes which were haphazardly
strewn across the orphaned road,
You hurled stones randomly on their innocuous bodies - on the spurious pretexts of them being besmirched with dirt and debris from the gutters - and intruding the spotless environs around you with their hapless demeanor,
You incorrigibly refused to touch them or any part of their body even an insouciant iota - scientifically quoting the fact that this could lead to rabies and a host of unceremonious disease - with statesmanly like pride,
You sprayed the most opulent of your perfume in the air if they trespassed your house walls uninvited - terming the stench that thereby emanated as abhorrently unbearable - though you yourself hadn't taken a bath since many days,
You had the best laugh of your life as they traumatically wailed on the pavement beside you - sadistically consoling yourself of emphatic victory for the day - though the boss had just nonchalantly fired you,
You took excruciating effort to find the contact details of those government vans who could uncouthly pick them up from your locality - complaining against the dirt; disease; unhygienic conditions; and waste that they spread - and surprisingly this was the only matter you found worthy in your existence to rebel,
You side-lined them as the lowest strata of the society - an irascible menace to every religion existing under the Sun; barbarically shutting the doors on their mouth - even as you rejoiced and celebrated bounteous opportunities of survival,
You took potshots at them with your freshly purchased air-gun - placing apples and other nondescriptly sized objects on their heads - as this placed you in a princely pedestal; not ever mustering the courage to sit a real throne,
You horrendously spat at them - saliva which at instances was laced with obnoxious chewing gum; tobacco; discarded food and pernicious tooth prick - as this made you feel seated behind the luxurious wheel of the limousine - though you were currently driving the laborious bicycle,
You used their name as a vindictively hurled expletive - lividly abusing your colleagues with the same - as how to react alternatively and express your emotions never crossed your prejudiced thought,
You took their photographs not to sympathize or flatter - but depict the abysmal state of poverty in your country that could go ahead and win an Oscar - and also because they were earnestly happy to oblige,
You snatched the succulently tantalizing meals they received sporadically from
philanthropists - wisely declaring that these didn't befit them - when the abject reality was that the hole in your own plate had just gotten a trifle bigger,
You mercilessly beat them with approximately the same sized and complexioned stick that your counterpart had hit you with - for here there was not the tiniest of reprisal as you flaunted your non-existent bravado - and yet you felt you'd had your revenge,
You ferociously kicked them left, right and center as you walked the muddy trail - as if they were barricades of loose sand that hampered your path - at the same instant also giving you an opportunity to demonstrate your powerless might,
You bizarrely held their impeccable new born kids by their feet upside down - to
worthlessly demonstrate how helpless they were in this gargantuan world - whereas God was; is and shall be; the ultimate master and invincible decision maker of his entire planet,
You brutally sold them to unsuspecting foreigners who presumed they were yours - as you artificially cuddled them in your lap - to earn that indispensable currency coin and consume that quintessential meal to survive,
Yet. And ironically. You; still salute these ‘Street dogs' whom you pugnaciously
abandoned and hideously punched - as they guarded you in their own inimitable
natural capacity in the thick of the blackened night - and then their discordant growl was the sweetest sound to your ears; as you knew their mortal forms were there to protect you - even as the thieves crept.
46. SAVE YOUR LOVE. SAVE WATER.
You profoundly relished it when it struck the brutally emaciated pores of your
impoverished skin - as you uninhibitedly rolled under the cistern that cascaded down the mountain slope,
You saluted it as it unabashedly stormed your lavatory seat - making every trace of filthiness entirely disappear in lightening traces of time - and then quietly fade as you closed the flush,
You were poignantly enamored when it fell ecstatically from the fantabulous sky - mollifying you from the tyrannically lambasting man-made adulteration; smoke; pollution and industrial heat,
You wondrously adored it whilst sprinkling it on the dust laden leaves and scorched trees - and then experience an unparalleled contentment of surviving in symbiotic glory with the royal natural habitat,
You felt modestly philanthropic as you poured it into empty glasses desperately held by orphans on the street - as serving humanity was one of the most quintessential reasons of your blessed existence,
You rhapsodically danced as you blended it with a gargantuan cube of ice and left it in a tub - for birds to bathe and feast - as the Sun flamboyantly ignited a most piously brilliant afternoon,
You felt sensuously fantastic and jubilant to strive towards success after bathing in it - as the rays of a brand new effulgent dawn ushered you to find your own benevolently inimitable identity on the planet,
You suddenly and spontaneously felt beautiful after washing your face with it - for when the tawdrily spurious layers of deplorable cream; powder; scent and lipstick peeled out - there you lay in your ravishingly unscathed charm - under the cover of a nakedly seductive night,
You ebulliently liked it - when it granted your siblings that much needed reprieve in swelteringly burning summer - as they thoroughly splashed themselves with it - and then welcomed the torching heat in invincible friendship,
You felt genuinely intrigued when you sprayed it with compassionate fury across the freshly ploughed fields - as the seasoned hosepipe in your palms exposed you to newer dimensions of kindness - and the seed inside the mud became your best friend,
You were endearingly mesmerized at the ripples that were formed on its surface - as you joyously hurled a harmless pebble on it horizontally and then witnessed it skid with artistic grace - before eventually sinking to the rock bottom,
You were magnetically enthralled when you kissed it - as it became your sincerest companion when you needed to celebrate triumph for goodness - and you hugged it in amiable brotherhood - though it inevitably slipped,
You felt an unparalleled desire to be closer to your rudiments - as you envisaged a house by its side - which though was threadbare and bohemian - but which befriended and nourished you amidst the natural wilderness with tantalizing calm,
You emphatically admired it for so tranquilly dousing the hideous flames - and
becoming an instant hero amongst the hapless people assembled by their woefully burning building - and as the fire - extinguisher had despicably failed,
You victoriously applauded it for bringing about undefeated friendship - as people of all religions; castes; creed; color; faiths and tribes - unhesitatingly proceeded to dip in it and get rid of inconsequential difference,
You gratefully cherished the awe-inspiringly varied sounds it made as it filled your barren overhead tank - replacing the worthless emptiness within the lifeless walls - with one of the most indispensable mortal elixir to nourish life,
But you loved it the most when you drank it and suckled at it like a freshly born child - whether it be after your meal or before it - as it revitalized you to pursue the path of righteousness and charismatic brotherhood,
Therefore won't you protect your true lover from being destroyed; rebuked; slapped and unnecessarily spilled.
Do your naturally unfettered and earnest best. Do something good when you
truly feel for it.
Save your love. Save Water.
47. GOOD THOUGHTS NEED TO BE RIGHTLY IMPLEMENTED.
For them to blossom into fields of uninhibited prosperity; as the mid-day Sun
flamboyantly shone and royally enriched dreary patches of moroseness and malice,
For them to permeate the planet with earnest feelings of nicety and humanitarian friendship; bonding the multi - cultural fabric of existence under one roof; into the religion of invincibly bountiful humanity,
For them to make the human kind more amicable towards each other; optimistically endeavoring to delete the fangs of hostility and disseminate compassionate brotherhood,
For them to clamber the ladder of benevolent success; sow the seed of philanthropy which would eventually grow up to flower into the fruit of a tomorrow effusively sprinkled with love,
For them to wondrously assimilate the true potential from an eclectically varied group of individuals; who had the inimitable power to evolve their own unduplicated forms of spell-binding creativity,
For them to empower people to collectively work in their mortal capacities to bring about a renaissance in the deplorable administration; so that humans replenished the privileges of an honestly inspired existence; alongwith their counterpart mate across the fence; at the other side,
For them to witness the spectacularly original inventions of constructive science shape fresh dimensions of triumph; a sweetness that was unparalleled amongst mortals for the betterment of earth and its marvelously beautiful living beings,
For them to uncannily bewilder the most seasoned campaigner in his / her respective field; with the unabashed artistry of imagination that handsomely embedded barren canvas with truthful colors of victory,
For them to uninhibitedly carve a distinguished path in the chapter of existence;
witness it garlanded and felicitated with the highest honors of the civilian world; for its jubilant contribution to various spheres of ingenious society,
For them to eradicate grotesquely penalizing methods of anarchy; bring about the onset of enthralling democracy where the most deservingly sincere representatives were chosen by the spirit of unbridled camaraderie and the right to fearlessly vote,
For them to craft some of the most astonishingly unchallengeable success stories in the ordinary household chores that women execute; those anecdotes which became mesmerizing as they were nourished with selflessness and unbiased commitment,
For them to try their charismatic best to change parental perception towards their children; treat them as one of tomorrow's best humanitarian gift; replete with the power to fantasize correctness and unleash into stupefying artistry - rather than obnoxiously subjecting them with the unceremonious pressure of having the best study grades in school,
For them to alleviate the common man's woes due to shoddily gruesome loopholes in the system of governance and jurisdiction - devising innovative schemes to make the man on the street heard for the causes he passionately supports,
For them to enlighten kids in the most obsolete rural areas with the power of education; reach sacredly motivational textbooks in their poignant tender palms - which sadly held grisly haired broomsticks and dustpans; instead,
For them to compose books of poetry or prose which supported and brought to the fore a plethora of fascinating humanitarian causes - some of the titles which further went ahead to win the most coveted privilege for literature - the Nobel Prize,
For them to campaign for saving trees and thereby the majestic environment; exhorting people of all ages and religions to come forward and plant multitudes of different saplings; to convivially exist thereby - in an unfettered environment of freshness and vitality,
For them to solemnly resolve sordidly lambasting war and terrorism; initiate talks of peace between acrimoniously fighting enemies with the balm of friendship, love, goodwill and brotherhood,
For them to bond into threads of fortuitously mollifying matrimony - relish the
tantalizingly beautiful moments of life as they unfurled; and handsomely embrace the fabric of joyous victory,
Your good thoughts need to be rightly implemented.
I'd like to uninhibitedly beckon you to my vivid and sacrosanct country,
Where rest the insuperable foundations of Mosques; Temples; Churches; Gurudwaras- devoutly worshipped by millions of people fearlessly following the religion of their choice and their invincible faith in God Almighty,
A land replenished with a multicultural blend of traditions and humanity.
A bountiful garden with opportunity to learn; melange; prosper and embrace myriad traditions that enrich the silhouette with color.
A landscape of uninhibited emotions which reaches to everyone; irrespective of caste; creed; color; tribe; religion- with humanism as its benevolent best,
A kaleidoscope of astounding charm and artistry which enthuses with its various rustic shades of originality; wildlife sanctuaries; virgin beaches; and amazingly innocuous craftsmanship,
A platform where even the most alien of visitor feels in the unbridled lap of compassionate home; where the scent of togetherness and brotherhood dissect all barriers of language,
A country which has produced the most brilliantly enthralling people in their own fraternities winning the Nobel Prize, the Olympic Gold Medal, the Cricket World Cup and the Oscar with mesmerizing aplomb,
A naturally endowed and eclectically blessed empire where true patriots and soldiers defend their motherland with the utmost pride and yet at the same time respect and embrace others with unfettered open arms - preferring peace over indiscriminately terrorizing war,
Welcome to India.
49. A TRIBUTE TO THE NOBEL PRIZE - MY HUMBLE SALUTATIONS
Wondrously transparent was its grandeur- which enamored the world with the charm of invincible substance- for the greatest benefit of the living kind,
Brilliantly optimistic was its presentation- rekindling fresh rays of hope and compassion in a planet usurped within the mortuaries of a meaningless war,
Majestically opulent was its flamboyant demeanor- as it ensured that truth prevailed in its own inimitable aura- and was perseveringly harnessed from its fragrant roots,
Marvelously resplendent was its victorious trail- reaching out to the absolute best and awarding symbiotic humanitarian existence with laurels of humble goodness,
Humanitarianly humble; yet astoundingly mighty were its deeds- as it accredited the true worth of success and insurmountable achievement with the honor it deserved,
Selflessly sensational were its headlines- as people of all religion; caste; creed and color united under a single roof of unparalleled love- to congratulate a fresh voice of promise,
Gloriously embracing were its altruistic palms- as it unabashedly invited the common man as well as the super celebrity to browse its website - wherein lay the most impeccable pearls of literature on the most fascinating aspects of existence,
Bounteously charismatic were its foundations - which evolved the most idealistic civilization of love; peace; friendship; dignity; integrity; peace and religious equality,
Triumphantly enriching were its medallions- which reinforced faith in the ability to pursue conviction and let it uninhibitedly fructify into the fruits of joyous positivity,
Irrefutably fearless were its decisions- as it poignantly accoladed the most deserving candidates in their respective fieldswholeheartedly appreciating talent and effort where it royally lay,
Marvelously magnanimous were its ceremonies- where the most intrepid of laureates had their own inimitably natural opinions- on their chosen paths in blessed life,
Honestly unbiased were its intentions- as it ingeniously segregated human fields of achievements into the most outstanding categoriesdefining peace; love; brotherhood and the betterment of the living kind,
Handsomely benevolent were its goals- as it patronized any form of goodness that lit up besmirched darkness with the profoundly sublime rays of togetherness and humanity,
Magnetically alluring was its charm- as it broke barriers of discomfort - facilitating inspired dialogue between you and the individual they crowned as their esteemed laureate,
Ardently persevering were its ideals- as it embarked on its zealously fulfilling mission of instilling solidarity amidst humanity- with its philanthropic commitment to mankind,
Beautifully bonding was its empowering feel- as what transpired at its prize giving function- was the world feeling more resourcefully enriched with the goodness of creation,
Indeed it was as 'Nobel' as its name which is the Nobel Prize.
It can also be further visited at its website.
And as a true citizen of my sacrosanct motherland India - I, Nikhil Parekh, offer it my humble salutations!
50. LOVE IS THE MOST IMMORTAL.
Justice is the most stupendously grandiloquent; when sagaciously dispensed from the palms of irrefutably sparkling and unconquerable righteousness,
Scent is the most rhapsodically charismatic; when it ardently wafts from the marvelously poignant belly; of handsomely scarlet rose,
Rain is the most gloriously enthralling; when it cascades in tumultuously frenzy from the fathomlessly majestic blanket; of scintillatingly silver clouds,
Milk is the most impeccably sacrosanct; when it delectably oozes from divinely Mother cow's; blissfully untainted countenance,
Salt is the most ebulliently vivacious; when it uninhibitedly diffuses in torrentially euphoric spurts; from the gorgeously undulating waves of the; mystically resplendent ocean,
Pearls are the most incredulously enamoring; when they celestially pop out in bountifully perennial abundance; from the soul of the royally immaculate oyster,
Melody is the most wonderfully epitomized; when it eternally gyrates from the astoundingly spell binding and magnificent beak; of the sapphire crested nightingale,
Beauty is the most Omnipotently well defined; when it unequivocally radiates from the eyes of all those harmoniously innocent; synergistically surviving in the true spirit of Godly life,
Dew drops are the most voluptuously seductive; when they profusely titillate the magically tranquillandscape; of panoramically inscrutable grass,
Hope is the most unassailably priceless; when it intransigently sparks from the profoundly innocuous whites; of unflinchingly optimistic eyes,
Artistry is the most ingeniously innovative; when it intrinsically fulminates from the heavenly entrenchments of mystically boundless; Mother Nature,
Light is the most impregnably Omnipotent; when it spawns from the lap of the flamboyantly flaming; and profusely poignant island of fiery Sun,
Wind is the most exotically ravishing; when it celestially originates; from the magnanimously sensuous cocoon of; compassionately foliated and pristine
Honesty is the most unchallengeably candid; when it sparklingly evolves from the inner most realms of; the unsurpassably truthful conscience,
Dexterity is the most magnanimously brilliant; when it emanates from the Omnisciently impeccable breath; of the miraculously mischievous and freshly
Graciousness is the most splendidly humanitarian; when it sprouts from the perpetually redolent flower; of timelessly amiable benevolence,
Philanthropism is the most perennially rejuvenating; when it selflessly stems from the roots of everlastingly enchanting; tree of undefeatable humanity,
Breath is the most veritably vital and overwhelmingly enthralling; when it ubiquitously disseminates from the gregarious nostrils; of unequivocally compassionate sharing,
Life is the most vividly versatile and marvelously rhetoric; when it springs from all those stalwarts patriotically existing; and instilling the elements of bountiful creation; in one and all of divinely mankind; alike,
And love is the most immortally mesmerizing; when it glitters in holistically harmonious symbiosis from the inner most core; of the humanitarianly humble heart.
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