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»My forever single droplet of sweat…

 

Not just an inconspicuous droplet; but an unlimited measure of my unabashedly vivacious sensuality; which was the very source of every ounce of ardor wondrously running through each of my veins,

Not just an infinitesimal droplet; but an unlimited measure of my inimitably unparalleled virility; the inferno of untamed desire that sprouted bounteously from every pore of my skin,

Not just an invisible droplet; but an unlimited measure of my profound amiability; my infinite longing to blissfully mélange and embrace every symbiotic form of god’s living kind,

Not just a mercurial droplet; but an unlimited measure of my pricelessly invincible truth; the gloriously impeccable reflection of my soul; which was as pristine as the melting of the first snow,

Not just an insipid droplet; but an unlimited measure of my extremely poignant sensitivity; as the color of my skin and soul dramatically changed; to even the most obfuscated of whisper and tune,

Not just a disappearing droplet; but an unlimited measure of my ardently unexplored energy; which proliferated like an undying volcano of compassion; at every single stage of the vibrantly unfurling day,

Not just an impoverished droplet; but an unlimited measure of my fearless honesty; the righteous fulmination of every element of goodness that lingered left; right and center; in my body and in my soul,

Not just a fugitive droplet; but an unlimited measure of my peerless conviction; the unrelenting desire to reach the absolute zenith of goodness; overtopping every ingredient of devil that dared came my way,

Not just a orphaned droplet; but an unlimited measure of my fragrant perseverance; the untiring hours of my life under the fiercest of Sun; that had been spent in order to corroborate my identity,

Not just a senseless droplet; but an unlimited measure of my unbridled poetic imagery; those infinite moments of angst that had so royally brought out the purest imagination from the innermost realms of my soul,

Not just a maimed droplet; but an unlimited measure of my never-dying spirit towards the chapter of existence; as each instant rolled forward to give birth to a triumphantly godly dawn of newness,

Not just a nonsensical droplet; but an unlimited measure of my true potential to conquer every obstacle in my life; the unflinching tenacity in my bones to trample over a corpse of lies; in my eternal quest for truth,

Not just a wastrel droplet; but an unlimited measure of my unshakable effervescence; the intrinsic urge to gallop forward in inscrutable life; even under the most atrocious whiplash of jinxed destiny,

Not just a fetid droplet; but an unlimited measure of my ability to righteously and symbiotically survive; even when brutally enshrouded by the most hideously devouring pack of wolves,

Not just an amorphous droplet; but an unlimited measure of my tireless imagination; which undyingly kept the mystical turbulence alive; in even the most dormant pores of my skin,

Not just an evanescent droplet; but an unlimited measure of my intricate personality; the boundless vacillations of moods that even the tiniest of my nerves; inevitably underwent,

Not just an imperturbable droplet; but an unlimited measure of my inborn artistry; the uncanniness galore in every organ of my body; to evolve a paradise of beauty; out of barbarously lame nothingness,

Not just a miserly droplet; but an unlimited measure of my rivers of everlasting love; which delectably oozed out every unveiling instant of the day and night; at the sight of my immortal beloved,

Was my wonderfully enamoring; and forever single; DROPLET OF SWEAT….

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»My friend

 

He was as strong as an ox,
youthful exuberance pumped through his chest bones,
rich blood flowed in all veins of body,
golden sweat dripped down muddy contours of cheek,
long strands of hair rose occasionally with the wind,
snake leather belt was wound tightly to waist,
aroma of fresh sea water cologne emanated from cheek,
he stood tall several inches from the ground,
clad in crisp denim shirt and cream trousers,
my friend geared up to attend the midnight dance,
as his high powered bike left whirlwinds of dust
behind.

he traversed the vacant streets at breakneck speeds,
listening to mystical tunes of enigma,
coherently increasing wrist pressure on speed bar,
with full illumination of focus lights,
clouds of sand grains whizzed at intimate contacts of
wheel and ground,
chilly currents of winter breeze collided across his
chest,
he had a large heart residing in dormitories of self
respect,
at the moment he was a reckless maniac,
ready to blend torrential thunder with earth,
zipping like a demon past towering mansions of the
city,
nevertheless he still would remain as my friend.


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»My Garishly striped helmet

 

Normally I would have fallen on the ground in a
bedraggled heap; as the colossal slabs of concrete
tore loose and descended from the terrace of the
building,
But today I escaped without a single scratch to my
scalp; bounced about in robust exhilaration as the
mammoth plaster viciously struck my head.

Normally I would have emitted a thunderous yelp as I
was hurled on the obdurate road from my scooter;
eloping at electric speeds to the nearest hospital to
receive exquisite medical treatment,
But today I patted my skull in supreme satisfaction;
inhaled in a breath of incredulous contentment as I
audaciously marched forward after the entire episode.

Normally I would have seen shimmering stars in
brilliant daylight; as I bumped my head inadvertently
in the doorway while entering the house,
But today I was able to stare directly into the
pugnacious fireball of the Sun without batting an
eyelid; immediately after the ghastly anecdote
unveiled.

Normally I would have taken out life from the boy; as
he deliberately hit me with a sharp stone; ran after
him wincing in inexplicable agony to try and wring his
neck,
But today I hoisted him handsomely in my arms; fed him
with a flurry of ravishingly creamy chocolates;
instantaneously after he hit me with the bulky brick.

Normally I would have shot all those mosquitoes
hovering intransigently around my face; trying to
irascibly infiltrate into my skin to drink my precious
blood,
But today I invited them open heartedly to
chivalrously grace my presence; infact asked them to
invite the most remotest of their friends to come and
sing near my nose.

Normally I would have been squelched to raw pulp;
cremated in my coffin even before I died; as the
monstrous bus ruthlessly bulldozed its way over my
innocent head,
But today I got up within fraction seconds of time
after the vehicle had skidded by; commented
nonchalantly about the tyres not being that heavy as
they should have been.

Normally I would have been mercilessly electrocuted as
streaks of white lightening struck me on my naked
skull; charring me to colorless ash from head to toe,
But today I withstood the storm unflinchingly;
rampantly ran without the slightest of fear and
circumspection; in the midst of sparks and vivacious
electricity falling all around in violent tandem.

Normally I would have coughed incessantly; caught with
severe infections and disease as I weaved through the
claustrophobic streets of the crowded city,
But today I wandered a perfect double of my regular
distance remaining as robust as a resplendent apple;
emitting tinkling laughter; executing the smile of my
life.

Normally I wouldn't have even got time to perform my
last rites and rituals; as the Herculean boulder came
hurtling down the mountains; banging brutally with my
innocuous head,
But today I sat down for breakfast immediately after
the appalling incident; munched through the appetizing
slices of crimson radish with unprecedented relish.

And normally I would have fainted at every accident
that happened; every fall that I was inevitably
subjected to; visited disdainful ambulances time and
again; stuffed more painkiller in my stomach than
mesmerizing food,
But today I sat on the throne like an unconquerably
prince; ready to take on the onslaught of the most
thunderous of storm; knowing that I would be
immortally safe from all sides; as I had adorned my
all time darling; my rotund shaped and garishly
striped HELMET



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»My Godly wife

 

A little piquant; tangily bouncing in the aisles of
untamed yearning; and a little sweet; profusely
deluging the morbidly sullen atmosphere with the
ingratiatingly captivating melody in her voice,

A little ecstatic; uninhibitedly philandering amidst
the stars of tantalizing fantasy; and a little
romantic; compassionately embracing all those
disastrously bereaved that; confronted her in her
majestic way,

A little vivacious; indefatigably expending her
ebullient energy of goodness to the world around; and
a little spell binding; incarcerating even the most
alien of personality in her mystically divine swirl,

A little doughty; formidably facing the unsurpassable
armory of impediments that hindered her in her royal
stride; and a little dainty; exotically tingling
frigid globules of soil; with her insurmountably
titillating caress,

Was my invincibly mesmerizing wife; who not only
bestowed upon me a countless births to survive; even
in this impoverished singleton birth of mine; but was
infact the sole air that I breathed in life; the very
reason that I was blissfully alive….




A little shy; magnificently curling her seductive
eyelashes under twinkling rays of the pearly Moon; and
a little loquacious; cataclysmically divulging her
soul out; when she felt the insatiable desire to
express herself,

A little crimson; blushing like the blooming lilies
when I first sighted her; and a little pink; snoozing
and relentlessly fantasizing above the corridors of
paradise; when in nostalgically deep sleep,

A little enigmatic; inscrutably wandering through a
web of magical enchantment; and a little pragmatic;
manipulating her daily routine to survive in this
stringently conventional society; with astounding
agility,

A little flirtatious; gallivanting in gay abandon
behind the hills just as the Sun wholesomely blended
with the horizons; and a little sonorous; admonishing
unruly urchins for tainting her kitchen floor; in her
fervently deep throated voice,

Was my immortally everlasting wife; who was not only
my perpetual inspiration to benevolently bond in
threads of sacrosanct humanity; but was infact the
sole air that I breathed in life; the very reason that
I was blissfully alive….




A little dreamer; perennially lost in clouds of
euphorically unending fantasy; and a little artistic;
fabulously enshrouding barren bits of canvas; with the
stupendously radiant artistry in her philanthropic
palms,

A little patriotic; unequivocally surging forward to
mitigate her motherland from the clutches of
diabolically evil; and a little surreal; leaping like
a fleet footed fairy; to enlighten gloom all around
her; with the rays of Omnipotent mankind,
A little saintly; possessing incomprehensibly magical
powers to heal the most bizarre of wounds with the
ointment of her impregnable caring; and a little
innocent; incessantly reminiscing those exuberant
moments of fresh birth; when she was just born,

A little ubiquitous; tirelessly functioning as a
benign messiah of all deprived humanity; and a little
tantalizing; igniting my every frigidly devastating
night with; unrelenting fireballs of tumultuous
passion,


Was my unassailably heavenly wife; who not only;
magnanimously fulfilled every benevolent desire of my
heart; with the melody in her stride; but was infact
the sole air that I breathed in life; the very reason
that I was blissfully alive….




A little surreptitious; concealing the inexplicable
miseries that she was uncouthly subjected to; entirely
to herself; and a little volatile; fulminating into an
boundless kaleidoscope of resplendently gregarious
color; as the Sun gloriously crept up in the sky,

A little flamboyant; blazing a path of irrevocably
scintillating triumph on every humanitarian mission
she embarked; and a little timid; succumbing to every
innocuous longing that vociferously diffused from my
mouth,

A little blissful; marvelously pacifying even the most
barbarically frazzled nerves with the river of her
fascinating entertainment; and a little ardent;
passionately coalescing with every beat of my
ferociously palpitating heart; till times immemorial,

A little sporadic; intermittently bursting into spurts
of divinely philosophies to holistically survive in
the conquest of life; and a little motherly; soothing
my unfathomable battalion of anguished tensions; with
the aura of her Omnisciently celestial senses,


Was my impregnably Godly wife; who not only showered
me with eternally transpiring and contenting
happiness; but was infact the sole air that I breathed
in life; the very reason that I was blissfully alive….
 
»My Heart dictated me

 

My legs dictated me to run; chase her reflection till
the point it became entirely invisible; blending with
the ethereally fading horizons,

My eyes dictated me to sight; admire her mesmerizing
countenance for hours immemorial; drown myself into
the river of voluptuous charm that lay trapped beneath
her skin,

My lips dictated me to sing; keep on incessantly
evolving rhymes and tunes to stupendously please her
enamoring visage,

My hands dictated me to caress; run rampantly through
her mass of supremely seductive hair; shiver with
inexplicable excitement as they brushed across her
immaculate complexion,

My ears dictated me to listen; profoundly blend myself
with her enthralling voice; stretch myself to the most
mightiest of limits to decipher even the faintest
traces of rhapsodic ecstasy in her sound,

My mind dictated me to fantasize; try and conceive her
in the most incredulous forms that existed on this
Universe; philander uninhibitedly with her majestic
grace; through mystical lanes sandwiched well beneath
the towering mountains,

My teeth dictated me to inexorably chatter; tremble in
unsurpassable trepidation crouched like a potato on
her divinely doorstep; ardently waiting for her to
arrive in timid submission,

My nose dictated me to smell; profusely coalesce
myself with her enchanting fragrance; fill my appetite
for marathon hours that unveiled in the day; inhaling
the ravishing that wafted from her impeccable
countenance,

My bones dictated me to dexterously move; in order to
save her sacrosanct visage; from the minutest of evil
suspended in the air circumventing her,

My eyelashes dictated me to bat; render myself in
innocuous submission; in front of her heavenly
demeanor; transiting me way back into joyfully
innocent childhood,

My tongue dictated me to lick; clean every iota of
path she was about to tread on and celestially purify;
with my stream of passionately dribbling and volatile
saliva,

My nails dictated me to probe; nimbly trail down her
nape; to thunderously ignite the waves of
unconquerable compassion between our blessed entities,

My arm dictated me to dig; adroitly pave the
foundations of our dwelling; construct it with
formidable brick and stone; for us to blissfully
reside during the remainder of our destined life,

My shoulders dictated me to carry her
philanthropically magnanimous body; protect her from
even the most inconspicuous shadow of danger;
perilously lurking behind her ravishing form,

My throat dictated me to leap and bounce; gasp in
incomprehensible ebullience; with its Adams apple
swirling more vivaciously than the volcano; the moment
it witnessed her fabulously fascinating grace,

My lungs dictated me to stay silent; create an
ambience of perpetual solitude; so that she didn’t get
disturbed the slightest in her spell of unimaginably
intense concentration,

My skin dictated me to tremble in boisterous
excitement; shiver more hysterically than freezing
snow in the peak of blazing summer; in order to
welcome her Kingly persona with diminutive humility,

My conscience dictated me to immortally bond with her
sacred soul; stand taller than the skies beside her;
whenever she needed me,

And my heart dictated me to love her; embed this
existing life of hers with so much care; that it was
more than what anybody could ever possibly muster;
even in infinite lives….






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»My Heart relied on

 

The tree relied overwhelmingly on soil; those trapped
granules of spell binding moisture; to make it
bountifully blossom towards the Kingly Sun,

The tongue relied inevitably on slippery saliva;
basked in the glory of voluptuous softness for times
immemorial; as it pursed itself passionately on the
scarlet lips,

The ocean relied insurmountably on its undulating
festoon of ravishing waves; the tantalizing globules
of wild salt incarcerated within; which propelled it
to swirl in uninhibited frenzy,

The watch relied indispensably on its pair of slender
needles; to indefatigably traverse round the clock;
portray explicit shades of accurate time,

The eyeball relied inevitably on its lids; the
rejuvenating blankets of tears they oozed; with
poignant intensity every unfurling second,

The pencil relied tumultuously on its handsomely
bonded lead; to emboss boundless lines of exquisite
literature; deluge the surface of barren paper with
exotic calligraphy,

The dog relied profusely on its tail; to portray its
flurry of candid emotions; the state of being which it
was blatantly circumvented with,

The envelope relied irrevocably on its set of
contemporary stamps; the meticulous strings of
denomination riveted on its body; that transported it
at swashbuckling speeds to far and distant across the
globe,

The mountain relied intransigently on its towering
summits; which ensured that it leapt in vivacious
glory towards azure bits of golden sky; majestically
loomed large above everything else in vicinity,

The whale relied incorrigibly on its battalion of
pugnacious jaws; which bestowed upon it the power to
rip apart the most mightiest of entities into
inconspicuous bits of pulverized chowder,

The boat relied profoundly on its twin set of oars; to
dexterously maneuver it like a price even in the most
ominously turbulent of storm,

The lips relied compassionately on a gregarious smile;
the ingratiating aura which it imparted to their
pathetically parched demeanor,

The spider relied unsurpassably on silken strands of
its velvety web; running to its hearts content across
the labyrinth of threads without the slightest of
shame or respite,

The peacock relied unrelentingly on droplets of
sparkling rain; the heavenly water which cascaded from
the sky; evoking it to spread its oligarchic feathers
into a royal bloom and dance,

The arms relied incomprehensibly on bulging bits of
muscle; to impregnate in them the power to doughtily
fight; the power to audaciously survive,

The brain relied unfathomably on memory; those
nostalgic reminisces of the past; which triggered it
to gain unstoppable momentum and surge forward with
ecstatic reflections lingering enchantingly for times,

The diamond relied tirelessly on shine; that queenly
glint which made it the unprecedented darling of all
tribes,
The body relied perpetually on tangible breath; which
instilled in it the tenacity to valiantly fight for
its rights; and blissfully survive,

And my heart relied solely on immortal love; the
omnipotent essence of which made it passionately throb
even centuries after veritable death…..



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»My Heart was pure Indian

 

The cheese that I had for morning breakfast was pure Italian; with its tanginess drowning me into waves of euphoria,

The ring adorning my finger was from the ancient pyramids of Arabia; glistening splendidly all day and night,

The shampoo that I used; was a herbal extract from the caves of Mount Everest; impregnating my hair with a satiny caress,

The calculator I used; was from Japan; deciphering mind-boggling puzzles within lightening fraction of seconds,

The shoes I wore were colonial British; woven with exquisite quality leather,

The watch on my wrists was authentically Swiss; shimmering majestically under the moonlight,

The scents that lines my mantelpiece; were from the deserts of Arabia; replacing all stink with their mesmerizing redolence,

The belt that held my pant single piece; was evolved from the skin of African python,

The ice cubes that floated in my glass of whisky; were from the summit of the frozen Himalayas,

The carpets engulfing every floor of my dwelling; were stitched with exclusive quality Persian wool,

The gallons of water that I consumed every hour; were extracted from the pristine springs of the Alps,

The mascara embellishing my eyelashes; was from the markets of ravishing France; that attracted every female inevitably towards me,
The food that I gulped for nocturnal supper; was from the delectable kitchens of Turkey,

The clothes that I used to cover my shivering skin; were from the contemporary and gaudy showrooms of America,

The conch shells that I used to announce my voice to the world; were from the coastal islands of Australia,

The roses that were fitted adorably in my vase; were from the sprawling gardens of China,

The tea that I sipped with enormous pleasure; was made from petals strewn in the orchards of Pakistan,

Infact even the contraptions I used to measure my intimate heart beat was of precision quality and pure German,

While inspite of all these; I still had the greatest reverence for the soil I was born in; 'MY HEART WAS PURE INDIAN'


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»My Immortal Mother

 

Not even the most indomitably peaking and handsomely compassionate of mountains could ever dream of perennially protecting me; as much as,

Not even the most tantalizingly tangy and intrepidly fearless of oceans could ever dream of bountifully revitalizing me; as much as,

Not even the most celestially sacrosanct and pristinely blessed of cows could ever dream of holistically purifying me; as much as,

Not even the most vivaciously virgin and indispensably mollifying droplets of rain could ever dream of victoriously liberating me; as much as,

Not even the most optimistically brilliant and unceasingly divine of Sunlight could ever dream of insuperably inspiring me; as much as,

Not even the most resplendently tranquil and irrefutably altruistic of shadows could ever dream of endlessly pacifying me; as much as,

Not even the most ebulliently mystical and impeccably benign of moonlight could ever dream of timelessly consecrating me; as much as,

Not even the most fathomlessly majestic and unsurpassably unhindered of skies could ever dream of inexhaustibly freeing me; as much as,

Not even the most Omnipotently blessed and symbiotically fortified of milk could ever dream of perpetually nourishing me; as much as,

Not even the most inscrutably enthralling and vividly embellished of forests could ever dream of forever entrancing me; as much as,

Not even the most redolently inimitable and unassailably royal of lotus’s could ever dream of limitlessly befriending me; as much as,

Not even the most fantastically potent and everlastingly fructifying of seeds could ever dream of gloriously burgeoning me; as much as,

Not even the most supremely invincible and unprecedentedly vibrant of paradise could ever dream of unceasingly blessing me; as much as,

Not even the most eternally glorifying and serendipitously stupefying of rainbows could ever dream of insurmountably bewitching me; as much as,

Not even the most candidly scintillating and indefatigably honest of mirrors could ever dream of truthfully reflecting me; as much as,

Not even the most magically ameliorating and wonderfully crystalline of streams could ever dream of bounteously quenching my thirst; as much as,

Not even the most ingeniously original and boundlessly mitigating of fantasies could ever dream of miraculously alleviating me; as much as,

Not even the most unconquerably Omnipresent and ubiquitously ever-pervading of messiahs; saints; lovers and heartthrobs could ever dream of harmoniously rekindling me; as much as,

As much as my immortal mother is forever crazy about even the most infinitesimal aspect of my existence; as much as my mother protected me from even the most diminutive trace of the devil before I could emanate my very first breath; as much as my mother endlessly blesses me even in the most oblivious of her dreams; as much as my mother admires me more than what anything could have admired anything else on this fathomless Universe; as much as my mother forgives me more than what the Lord could have forgiven any organism alive on this aristocratic earth; as much as my Mother breathes my and solely my reflection in each of her breath; and in every of her lifetime….


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»My Impoverished life

 

A robust framework of tantalizing flesh; for the
pertinently hovering mosquito; stealthily eyeing it
for his chance of devastating the same,

A titillating island of amalgamated mincemeat; for the
murderously wandering lethal jawed crocodile,

A fascinating chunk of skin for the menacing scorpion;
snaring its deadly pincers insidiously towards it; as
the Sun transcended well beyond the horizons,

A golden raspberry; for the boisterously buzzing
humming bee; relishing on its immaculately glowing
periphery; to sing and celestially sleep,

A sporadically hollow trunk; for the merrily
philandering squirrel; finding insurmountable heaven
in the hollow caverns of its compassionate nostrils
and lips,

A ray of optimistic light; for the rampantly loitering
worms; crawling into the flamboyantly dynamic
apertures of its eye; as ghastly nightfall superceded
the heroic day,

A source of incessant entertainment; for the
painstakingly persevering tortoise; getting a
ravishingly splendid reprieve from its tireless spells
of boredom and languid despondence,

An ingratiatingly juicy fruit; for the ominously
slithering python; greedily viewing the charismatic
gait with which it transgressed,

A delectably crunchy shell; for the preposterously
gigantic shark; engulfing its brutal jaws; over its
composite conglomerate of mesmerizing flesh and bones,

A fountain of spellbindingly fresh blood; for the
hideously uncouth bats; who descended like a
tumultuously thunderous maelstrom upon its impeccably
shimmering demeanor,

A delightfully prospective client; for the rustic
barber; who basked in the realms of stupendous joy
while trimming a mountain of hair and bushy beard;
from its humble caricature,

An innocent rabbit; for the treacherously murderous
criminals; massacring it to infinite bits of minuscule
chowder; after ruthlessly evacuating its share of
wealth and happiness,

An alluringly voluptuous bone; for the barbaric
butcher; stuffing his pockets with astronomical
wealth; after trading its indispensable organs of
salubrious meat,

A revitalizingly fortified biscuit; for the
vociferously growling wolf; pouncing on it devilishly;
the instant he even ethereally glimpsed at it,

A magnificently royal feast; for the diabolical
vultures flapping around; enveloping it from all ends;
horrendously depraving it of the tiniest iota of blood
and vital ingredient,

An innocuously compact hill of cheese; for the
obnoxiously piquant teethed battalion of mice;
relentlessly nibbling on its majestic periphery to
reduce it to a corpse; more horrifically distorted
than the graves,

A monotonously robotic machine; for the satanically
manipulative boss; extricating its potential to the
unimaginably unprecedented; before dumping it in the
gutter like a piece of orphaned shit,

An infinitesimal molecule; for the Almighty lord;
treating it as he treated every other organism; that
he had evolved on the trajectory of this wonderfully
fathomless Universe,

But an immortal ocean of love solely for your heart;
proliferating into an infinite lives with each of its
princely beats; every time it had a chance to be born
again; was my IMPOVERISHED LIFE…

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»My life without you

 

My life without you; was like the resplendently exotic
rose left disdainfully estranged; amidst an
acrimonious battalion of ballistically pugnacious
cactus,

My life without you; was like the brilliantly vibrant
eye left penuriously staggering; amidst a venomous
graveyard of invidiously sinister darkness,

My life without you; was like the astoundingly
aristocratic Sun left miserably sulking; behind a
treacherously penalizing coffin of shaggily disheveled
and adulterated clouds,

My life without you; was like the regally bountiful
pearls left inexorably fretting; in the sordidly gory
interiors of the raunchily fetid gutter pipe,

My life without you; was like the exuberantly
triumphant bird left hopelessly wailing; behind the
diabolically victimizing and satanically gleaming
prison bars,

My life without you; was like the pinnacle of the
unassailable mountain left dreadfully defeated; under
a frigidly threadbare avalanche of feckless ice,

My life without you; was like the patriotically
blazing warrior left relentlessly cursing his luck;
amidst the manipulatively parasitic politicians,

My life without you; was like the euphorically
victorious ocean left to lugubriously slaver; amidst
the dastardly cockroaches of the diminutively soiled
lavatory seat,


My life without you; was like the fantastically
eclectic artist left to unstoppably asphyxiate;
obnoxiously imprisoned within the walls of the
monotonously matchbox shaped and wastrel office,

My life without you; was like the newly embellished
bride left hysterically sobbing; amidst insurmountably
punitive layers of cadaverously widowed white,


My life without you; was like the blissfully wedded
couple left to enjoy their iridescent honeymoon;
amidst the rambunctiously dusty and discordantly
begging streets,


My life without you; was like the intrepidly young man
left to miserably deteriorate; amidst heavy numbered
glasses; forlorn crutches and a bedraggled walking
stick,

My life without you; was like timelessly ticking clock
left to vindictively weep; amidst the infinitesimally
worthless dwelling of the invisible ghosts,

My life without you; was like the exquisitely redolent
and feather tipped pen left to become delirious;
amidst the mordantly corrugated periphery of the
jaggedly cold-hearted rocks,

My life without you; was like the unflinchingly
handsome panther left to disparagingly growl; amidst
lackluster blades of nimbly vegetarian and teasingly
evanescent grass,

My life without you; was like the unfathomably
mellifluous nightingale left to bang its beak; amidst
the brutally stuttering horde of the hedonistically
stone deaf,

My life without you; was like irrefutably
scintillating truth and humanity left to march; in the
land of the ignominiously scurrilous and baselessly
devilish hell,

My life without you; was like rhapsodically insatiable
breath left to perniciously wither; under the hood of
the dolorously damned and strangulating coffin of
extinction,

And my life without you O! Eternal beloved; was like
the passionately immortal heart heartlessly left;
amidst the sadistically unsavory scorpions of severely
jinxed betrayal….





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