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»What reason had you?

IF THE SMALL and inconspicuously tiny ant; could
foment the mammoth elephant to collapse on the ground,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

If the dainty and fragile wave had the power all by
itself to gradually culminate into the entire and
colossal ocean,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

If the minuscule spider could spin its web again at
thunderbolt speeds; even after it was viciously
destroyed infinite number of times,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

If the man who was completely blind; bereft of
indispensable centers of sight; could browse through
boundless lines of Braille in a single day,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

If the frigid looking and slimy worm could build a
mountain of mud; within just a matter of few hours;
dexterously carrying small pints of sand on its back,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

If the newly born infant could win over a million
hearts; without even uttering a word; just by the
virtue of its innocuous smile,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

If the single and infinitesimal flame of candle could
illuminate the entire cover of ghastly darkness; as it
burnt waveringly inside the solitary hut,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

If the child horrendously orphaned since birth; could
become the Prime Minister of his country one fine day,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

If the profoundly lazy and potbellied tortoise; could
win the race even when competing with the whirlwind
speed rabbit,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

If the miserably stone deaf beggar; could sing
melodious songs of enchanting music; being oblivious
to the most faintest trace of sound since his very
birth,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

And If the person even after being dead for infinite
years; be immortally present everywhere through the
spirit of his benevolent deeds,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?

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»What the entire wealth couldnt purchase

What the entire palace wasn’t able to offer; with its towering rooms
studded
with scintillating jewels,
Was imparted by the dingy little seaside hut; with swirling waves of
the
ocean; intermittently submerging it with coats of rejuvenating spray.

What the entire pool of water wasn’t able to offer; with mesmerizing
fountains
cascading all over,
Was imparted by the miserly waterfall; pacifying the thirst of
wanderers in
the blistering currents of summer.

What the entire air-conditioner wasn’t able to offer; gargantuan
coolers
blowing at full velocity refrained from providing,
Was imparted by a single draught of wind; drifting with the rustling
branches
of the forest; inundating your senses with a serene calm.

What the entire electric bulb wasn’t able to offer; with a barrage of
lights
flickering incessantly throughout the day,
Was imparted by solitary rays of the sun; the tenacity in its fire
blazing
through the corridors of gloomy space.

What the entire magic wasn’t able to offer; shows portraying the same
held in
ostentatious halls; in an ambience of superfluous pomp,
Was imparted by the mystical mountain; the echoes reverberating loud
and
enigmatic through its unfathomably deep gorge.

What the entire barrel of wine wasn’t able to offer; sparkling mugs of
beer
and elixir miserably dithered to produce,
Was imparted by a single stream of salubrious milk; oozing
painstakingly from
the belly of the sacrosanct cow.

What the entire bottle of scent wasn’t able to offer; the plethora of
blends
floundered in making the aroma evoke,
Was imparted by a single rose; with the redolence wafting from its
petals
drowning you in waves of immortal euphoria.

What the entire orphanage wasn’t able to offer; the delinquent nurses
deviated
from doing,
Was imparted by the impeccable mother; the gentle passion in her palms
putting
the child to blissful sleep.

What the entire thesaurus on religion wasn’t able to offer; the
sanctimonious
priests on umpteenth occasions wavered to deliver,
Was imparted by the omniscient creator; the magnetism in his eyes;
solving all
quandaries besieging life.

And what the entire wealth in this world wasn’t able to offer; the
dungeons
replete with glittering gold and silver failed to imprison,
Was imparted by your beloved; that every draught of her breath granting
you a
thousand lives; that every beat of her heart passionately whispering in
your
ears to be alive.

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»What to do with this heart?

I could perhaps control my brain; diverting it to a
billion other directions of mesmerizing beauty and
unparalleled enchantment,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
unrelentingly bounced to an infinite kilometers beyond
the horizons of emptiness in clear sky; without her
magically royal shadow by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; profusely sedating
it without listening to a trifle of its choice; with
the most efficaciously inclement tranquilizers,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
reverberated more thunderously than the most untamed
lightening and storm; without her unbelievably
mellifluous voice by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; maliciously
poisoning it against the most ethereal of emotion on
this Universe; everytime it commenced to inexplicably
cry,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats lost every
trace of direction; went ludicrously haywire even in
the most brilliantly explicit Sunlight; without her
magnanimously bestowing palms by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; treacherously
rebuking it to such an ignominiously contemptuous
threshold; that it became oblivious to its very own
voice,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats drowned a
zillion feet beneath the coffin of nothingness;
without the rhapsodically effulgent sweetness of her
existence by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; mechanically
attuning it to the mundane vagaries of survival;
dictating upon it that the mantra of survival of the
fittest was the only mantra that it should profoundly
realize,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats dimmed to
a lackadaisical singleton in the entire day; without
her miraculously alleviating aura by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; whiplashing it with
the severest of medicinal injection; so that it
couldn’t conceive an iota beyond the aisles of mundane
practicality,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats withered
more faster than preposterously slippery quick sand;
without her innocuously righteous stare by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; splitting it apart
into an unsurpassable halves; as it started to
reminisce those moments when we first divinely met,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats shook
hands with murderous apocalypses of hedonistic hell;
without her pristinely humanitarian stride by their
side…

I could perhaps control my brain; metamorphosing its
structure surgically; from one that remained obsessed
solely with her desire; to one that nonchalantly moved
step by step with the ruthlessly robotic planet
outside,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
uncompromisingly cried tears of raw blood for an
infinite more lifetimes; without her fructifying
dynamite of blissful energy by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; neutralizing even
the most evanescent of its intricate emotionality;
with the salaciously cold-blooded poison of current
world commercialism and inevitable corruption,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats trembled
more vociferously than the tremors of the most
devastating earthquake; without her timelessly
blossoming fragrance by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; inexhaustibly
subjugating it with chains of concentratedly Spartan
meditation; whenever it wandered towards memories of
gloriously triumphant past,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats were
rendering me an unfathomable billion torturous deaths
even though I was veritably alive; without the spirit
of her immortally Omnipotent love by their side…

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reserved.

»What use was it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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»What use was it? -1

What use was it to give an infinite exuberantly salty waves of the
undulating sea; to the nimbly grazing cow; for whom the ultimate
paradise
was in nothing else; but the impregnably celestial fields of bountiful
grass?

What use was it to give an infinite unending skies to the boisterously
bubbling bee; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but
the
mellifluously enchanting walls of its tiny little rhapsodic hive?

What use was it to give an infinite mists of surreally tantalizing
laziness
to the blisteringly patriotic soldier; for whom the ultimate paradise
was in
nothing else; but the blazing battlefield of war fearlessly fighting
for his
venerated motherland?

What use was it to give an infinite disdainfully monotonous and
corporate
clocks to the sensuously untamed poet; for whom the ultimate paradise
was in
nothing else; but the dreamland of uninhibitedly unending and ecstatic
wilderness?

What use was it to give an infinite bombastically ebullient racecourses
to
the treacherously maimed; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing
else; but his reclusively darkened room with quintessential morsels of
water; humanity and food?

What use was it to give an infinite incomprehensible scripts of
aristocratically fantastic literature to the majestic bird; for whom
the
ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but untainted bits of pristinely
magnanimous sky?

What use was it to give an infinite castles of glistening gold to the
newly
born infant; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but
the
Omnipotently sacrosanct lap of its heavenly mother?

What use was it to give an infinite regale deserts to the effulgently
leaping fish; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but
the
waves of the unceasingly tangy sea?

What use was it to give an infinite battalion of swanky cars to the
royally
parading lion; for whom the ultimate was in nothing else; but the
rapaciously tantalizing outgrowths of the wonderfully arcane forests?

What use was it to give an infinite idols of the Omnipresent Lord to
the
contumaciously cold-blooded murderer; for whom the ultimate paradise
was in
nothing else; but innocent blood barbarically spewing around?

What use was it to give an infinite jars of honey to the rambunctiously
slithering spider; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else;
but
resplendently silken strands of the unbelievably articulate web?

What use was it to give an infinite thrones embellished with
mesmerizing
diamonds to the tirelessly sauntering camel; for whom the ultimate
paradise
was in nothing else; but the vividly shimmering sands of the insatiably
sweltering desert?

What use was it to give an infinite firmaments of unconquerable truth
to the
disgracefully delinquent politician; for whom the ultimate paradise was
in
nothing else; but the ghoulishly decrepit maelstroms of diabolical
bloodshed
and manipulative prejudice?

What use was it to give an infinite spiffy pop songs to the torturously
estranged and kicked dog; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing
else; but the cacophonic bark which emanated congenitally from his
mouth;
and the compassionate feet of his master?

What use was it to give an infinite harmoniously salubrious vegetables
to
the hideously hungry crocodile; for whom the ultimate paradise was in
nothing else; but the scent of effusively reinvigorating and insanely
pulverized human flesh and bone?

What use was it to give an infinite perspicaciously terrestrial
preachings
to the frigidly century old corpse; for whom the ultimate paradise was
in
nothing else; but performing penance in the aisles of Heaven or Hell;
wherever the Lord placed it with the unraveling moment?

What use was it to give an infinite well’s of exquisitely immaculate
curd to
the hedonistic termite; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing
else;
but obsoletely dilapidated pieces of orphaned and clammily
deteriorating
wood?

And what use was it to give an infinite civilizations of currency coin
to
the passionately thundering heart; for whom the ultimate paradise was
in
nothing else; but the unassailable beats of immortal love; love and
solely
immortal love?

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»What use? ?

What use was my infinite coins; if there was none to
synergistically share them with me except my own
insanely decrepit self; when all that I truly needed
for quintessential existence; was just a singleton
chunk of them; everyday?

What use was my infinite happiness; if there was none
to triumphantly experience it with me except my own
truculently prejudiced self; when all that I truly
needed for holistic existence; was just a mercurial
trifle of it; everyday?

What use were my infinite clothes; if there was none
to convivially wear them with me except my own
disdainfully dastardly self; when all that I truly
needed for symbiotic existence; was just a tenacious
robe of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite castles; if there was none
to harmoniously live in them with me except my own
viciously trembling self; when all that I truly needed
for perspicacious existence; was just a robust abode
of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite victories; if there was none
to blazingly rejoice in them with me except my own
spuriously sanctimonious self; when all that I truly
needed for bountiful existence; was just an exuberant
handful of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite cars; if there was none to
euphorically enjoy them with me except my own
remorsefully fretting self; when all that I truly
needed for vibrant existence; was just an exhilarating
model of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite fantasies; if there was none
to fantastically admire them with me except my own
obnoxiously ghoulish self; when all that I truly
needed for scintillating existence; was just a
sensuous dream of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite watches; if there was none
to blissfully witness them with me except my own
pathetically decaying self; when all that I truly
needed for enamoring existence; was just a meticulous
dial of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite landscapes; if there was
none to celestially philander on them with me except
my own drearily morose self; when all that I truly
needed for heavenly existence; was just a
infinitesimal contour of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite flowers; if there was none
to ecstatically smell them with me except my own
lunatically zany self; when all that I truly needed
for priceless existence; was just a fragrant petal of
them; everyday?

What use were my infinite forests; if there was none
to mystically adventure in them with me expect my own
scurrilously withering self; when all that I truly
needed for effulgent existence; was just an
inconspicuous branch of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite accomplishments; if there
was none to wholeheartedly relish them with me except
my own nonchalantly indolent self; when all that I
truly needed for beautiful existence; was just an
articulate parcel of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite oceans; if there was none to
ebulliently swim in them with me except my own
treacherously lambasting self; when all that I truly
needed for voluptuous existence; was just an
undulating wave of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite memories; if there was none
to nostalgically relive them with me except my own
preposterously stinking self; when all that I truly
needed for sparkling existence; was just a fugitive
anecdote of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite Sun’s; if there was none to
unassailably dazzle in them with me except my own
barbarously brutal self; when all that I truly needed
for gregarious existence; was just a flamboyant ray of
them; everyday?

What use were my infinite clouds; if there was none to
compassionately bathe in them with me except my own
unforgivably goddamned self; when all that I truly
needed for sacred existence; was just an ephemeral
mist of them; everyday?

What use were my infinite hands; if there was none to
amiably intertwine with them except my own mordantly
penurious self; when all that I truly needed for
divinely existence; was just a few fingers of them;
everyday?

What use were my infinite breaths; if there was none
to timelessly coalesce with them except my own
obstinately constipated self; when all that I truly
needed for sustainable existence; was just a sparse
entrenchment of them; everyday?

And what use were my infinite hearts; if there was
none to immortally love them except my own satanically
devastating self; when all that I truly needed for
unconquerable existence; was just a pulsating beat of
them; everyday?

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»What was happening wrong

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

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

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

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

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

What was irrefutably right and melodious; was the
enchantingly everlasting nightingale singing
synergistically with the rhythm of the serene wind;
inundating each cranny of the sultry ambience with
gorgeously twinkling sound,
But what was happening brutally wrong; was that people
incessantly sank into a well of despondent boredom
despite the same; cacophonically pulverizing God’s
most panoramic elements of celestial creation….

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

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

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

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»What was there in that body

What was there in those eyes; that drowned me in an
ocean of uncontrollable ecstasy?

What was there in those lips; that made me stare in
spell bound consternation for marathon hours on the
trot?

What was there in those feet; that made me swoon in a
bedraggled heap on the ground?

What was there in those hands; that made me long for a
caress that could last till eternity?

What was there in that nose; that made me crave for
oceans of moist breath taking me unaware in their
swirl?

What was there in that voice; that made me wholesomely
oblivious to the passing of time?

What was there in that palm; that made me see my
destiny explicitly in its mystical lines?

What was there in those fingers; that flooded my mouth
with a taste more sweeter than the wildest of nectar?

What was there in that neck; that made me feel
incredibly lost even in the sedative solitude of the
night?

What was there in those ears; that made me dream like
a prince even though I was poor?

What was there in that tongue; that made me remain
thirsty even under blistering heat of sun and
umpteenth volcano's?
What was there in those teeth; that made me perceive
night and day about the enchantment in smile?

What was there in those eyelashes; that made me hide
my reflection within; even in the most tumultuous of
storms?

What was there in that chest; that made me go berserk
every unleashing minute for an everlasting embrace?

What was there in those nails; that made me shiver
like an infant even in scorching heat of summer?

What was there in that belly; that made me trip head
on the mud; even while I was walking in spiked shoes?

What was there in those hair; that strangulated my
throat; made me gasp for air with every contraction of
my heart?

What was there in that blood; that made my pulse race
a million times faster each time I felt it running
through the veins?

And what was there in that body; that propelled me to
love each time I saw it; that triggered my existence
till date today; and for many more generations to
unfurl hereafter?

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»Whats love all about?

No asphyxiating rules; not the slightest seed of
ghastily terrorizing commercialism around,

No bizarre monotony; not the slightest innuendo of
debilitating stagnation insidiously floating around,

No usurped definitions; not the slightest of
deliriously incarcerating society; to brutally jail it
in its way,

No prejudiced manipulation; not the slightest of
cold-blooded barbarism stealthily lurking at
clandestine crannies of wastrel civilization,

No traumatic agony; not the slightest teardropp of
frustrating malice; which baselessly annihilated
countless impeccable; in its cadaverously inane swirl,

No frigid infertility; not the slightest of crippling
infidelity that stabbed you beyond the threshold of
extinction; the instant you turned your back,

No vicarious salaciousness; not the slightest of
animosity permeating vindictively into the fabric of
spellbindingly enchanting humanity,

No nefarious meanness; not the slightest of derogatory
inflammation perilously creeping into the
synergistically benign structure of humanity,

No wreckless insomnia; not the slightest of invidious
laziness disparagingly stagnating the vivacious mantra
of blissfully burgeoning existence,

No tawdry indiscrimination; not the slightest of
vengeful parasites satanically sucking innocuous blood
from the heart of this symbiotically celestial planet,

No inexplicable hopelessness; not the slightest of
disparity preposterously corrupting the spirit of
unsurpassable unity inherently impregnating the
pricelessly insuperable atmosphere,

No deplorable delinquency; not the slightest of
vituperatively ostracizing devil; that treacherously
deserted you in your times of blood-curling duress,

No squelching torture; not the slightest of fretfully
ribald deterioration; indefatigably endangering the
rudiments of irrefutable truth in the fathomless
planet,

No fiendish robbery; not the slightest spell of
doomsday depriving holistically coalescing bodies; of
their unparalleled elixir to fantastically exist,

No spurious religion; not the slightest of bawdy
fanaticism; mercilessly snatching loved ones from
their adorably venerated kin,

No blood-thirsty injustice; not the slightest travesty
of the oceans of unconquerably glorious righteousness;
the principles of ubiquitously sacrosanct friendship,

No worthless shivering; not the slightest of
relentlessly shivering in the torturous cold outside;
while demons of lies marauded at rampant will on this
boundless planet,

No abysmal nonchalance; not the slightest of
lacklusterness cancerously weakening the crux of
stupendously proliferating and timelessly blessing
life,

Only immortally endowing life; Only unflinchingly
united existence; Only truth blazing into eternal
Omnipotence; Only perpetually fructifying bondage;
Only exhilaration unprecedented culminating into the
realms of everlastingly propitious paradise,

That’s what 100% Love has forever taught you; that’s
what 100 % Love does to you every unfurling minute of
your diminutively impoverished life; that’s what 100%
Love all about….

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»Whats most important and quintessential

It really doesn’t matter even an infinitesimal trifle; whether you started to write from the extreme last page of the notebook; or penned the first alphabet; from the barren first,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that every word you wrote fostered the spirit of oneness and brotherhood; amongst every echelon of humanity and living kind; and for times immemorial….

It really doesn’t matter even an insouciant trifle; whether you shake hands with your compatriots; using your left hand or irrefutably solid right,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that every handshake of yours is altruistically compassionate; brings you more closer and closer with the spirit of immortally unassailable humanity….

It really doesn’t matter even an inconspicuous trifle; whether you converse in your rustically bohemian native language or use Internationally aristocratic English; to convey your uninhibited flurry of thoughts,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that every word that you seamlessly utter; forever mollifies indiscriminately prejudiced war; and mélanges the entire Universe with the ocean of invincibly unfettered peace…

It really doesn’t matter even an ethereal trifle; whether you sleep in the voluptuous night; or unabashedly snore every minute of the blazingly hot day,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you sleep; you do it solely to recharge every element of your body; to indefatigably fight against even the tiniest insinuation of evil; during the hours you were holistically awake….

It really doesn’t matter even an evanescent trifle; whether you timelessly work in the plush interiors of the plush corporate office; or build tent and write poetry; inexorably staring at the Sun and iridescent Moon; out of boundless kilometers of empty space,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you holistically earn your livelihood; you use it to the most unprecedented limits; to exist as the most royal person alive and at the same time afford the same royalty to your fellow comrades in inexplicable agony and pain….

It really doesn’t matter even a threadbare trifle; whether you alighted your left foot forward; or commenced each exhilarating expedition of yours with your right sole insuperably embedded in chocolate brown soil,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you dared tread on effulgent earth; each footstep of yours unflinchingly marched forward only towards the sky of inimitably priceless truth; honesty; humanity and righteousness….

It really doesn’t matter even a hapless trifle; whether you pray with devoutly folded palms; or raised all your fingers in synchronized chorus towards resplendently gargantuan bits of sky,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you pray; you earnestly ask for the celestial amelioration of living kind as well as yourself; from the innermost recesses of your amiable heart…

It really doesn’t matter even a deteriorating trifle; whether you ate innocent blades of vivaciously whispering grass; or replenished the disastrously emaciated walls of your intestine with chicken; to mollify your hunger and inevitably survive,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you eat; eat no further after your hunger subsides; and use every ingredient of fresh blood formed in your body; for the benevolently priceless service of torturously squelched humanity…

It really doesn’t matter even a transient trifle; whether you married the girl of your own religion; or chose to tie the nuptial thread with an orphaned urchin residing; fathomless continents; languages; traditions; and religions apart,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that whosoever you chose to marry; try and inundate that person’s life with unsurpassable happiness; and spawn a new civilization of fresh life; perennially amalgamating every bit of your virility with hers….

It really doesn’t matter even a fugitive trifle; whether you were buried an infinite feet after death; or whether your body was burnt to parsimoniously obsolete and disappearing ash,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that till the time you inhaled your last breath; you fruitfully and by the grace of Omnipotent God; spent every instant of your life; disseminating the message of eternal peace; and wholeheartedly embracing every form of panoramically divine life….

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