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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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»Whats there in a name?

 

I knew a guy named 'angel'; who as his name suggests should have been
as
sacrosanct as gods residing in the cosmos,
However when one encountered him in pragmatic reality; he looked like
an
diabolical giant; with unruly strands of hair prominently cascading
down his
nape.

I knew a guy named 'Tarzan'; who as his name suggests should have been
as
strong as the rocks; with a plethora of muscles bulging through his
shirt,
However when I saw him transgressing across the road; he looked as
feeble as
the innocuous rabbit; trying to shirk society and retreat as quickly as
possible into his den.

I knew a girl named 'felicity'; who as her name suggested should have
been
basking in a river of perennial happiness,
However when I sat with her for marathon hours on the trot; I realized
she was
a misfit for her name; as she neither smiled nor moved; incessantly
maintaining a face as expressionless as a stone.

I knew a guy named 'prince'; who as his name suggested should have been
embellished in an armory of exquisite diamonds and silver,
However when one saw him voraciously scratching his hair; he held a
threadbare
container of steel to beg; wore scanty rags of paper to drape his
shivering
silhouette.

I knew a girl named 'honey'; who as her name suggests should have been
as
sweet and melodious as the nectar oozing from beehives,
However when I sat beside her across the table; she irascibly hurled at
me a
volley of abashing expletives; burst on me unrelentingly like a
pugnacious
green chili.

I knew a guy named 'love'; who as his name suggests should have been
with a
congenial attitude; amicably propagating the essence of friendship,
However when I stumbled upon him suddenly at the discotheque; the first
thing
he said was; he wanted to mercilessly kill the girl next door for
rejecting
his proposal of illicit romance.

I knew a girl named 'rose'; who as her name suggests should have been
as
mystical and enchanting as the mesmerizing flower,
However it was a fact that people shut their noses as she arrived; as
she
smelt of deplorable rotten eggs; intransigently spreading her aroma
wherever
she went.

I knew a guy named 'crystal'; who as his name suggests should have been
as
scintillating as the conglomerate of silver mirrors,
However when I nudged by him on the street under the dazzling sunlight;
I
could hardly believe my eyes; as he appeared blacker than the blackest
piece
of coal existing on this earth.

On the other hand I knew a guy named 'brownie'; who as his name
suggests
should have been colored as disdainful mud,
However when I saw him addressing a large assemblage of people; I
realized
that not only was he fair as white ice; but he had the charisma
embedded in
him which few residing on this globe possess.

Therefore folks this is a question I put before you; tell me all of you
'WHAT'S THERE IN A NAME'; what's there to even contemplate about a
name,
When the true beauty; the incorrigible spirit to live; the celestial
feeling
of benevolence and unbiased love; all lies impregnated in the throbbing
heart.



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»When Almighty Lord spoke

 

When the garden of ravishingly crimson roses spoke;
the acrimoniously miserly thorn fell completely
silent,

When the colossal dungeon replete with delectable
honey spoke; the vial of heinous poison fell
completely silent,

When the battalion of mesmerizing nightingales spoke;
the hideously soaring wailing vultures fell completely
silent,

When the overwhelmingly scintillating diamond spoke;
the morbid pond incessantly buzzing with pertinent
mosquitoes fell completely silent,

When the sparkling pair of astoundingly fresh
vegetables spoke; the decayed bread with fungus coated
all over; fell completely silent,

When the gargantuan mountain towering towards the
naked patches of sky spoke; the lecherously hidden
hole in the ground fell completely silent,

When the boundlessly swirling ocean waters spoke; the
horrendously scorching granules of the acrid desert
fell completely silent,

When the majestically striped tiger thunderously
spoke; the fleet of menacing scorpions and lethal
reptiles fell completely silent,

When the incomprehensibly huge fortified ship spoke;
the deplorably broken boat sinking inevitably towards
the bottom fell completely silent,
When infinite pages profusely blended with literature
spoke; the wholesomely abashing fingerprint embodied
on the wall fell completely silent,

When the magnificently embellished aircraft zipping
into space spoke; the pretentiously dying and lazily
crawling worm fell completely silent,

When the well inundated with frosty and sacrosanct cow
milk spoke; the glass of profoundly diseased water
fell completely silent,

When the insurmountably fragrant leaves of pure
saffron spoke; the most ghastliest of stench emanating
in the atmosphere fell completely silent,

When the brilliantly flamboyant Sun spoke; the sulking
camouflage of appalling darkness fell completely
silent,

When the supremely silken conglomerate of royal pearls
spoke; the diabolically corrugated skin of the
cannibalistic crocodile fell completely silent,

When the blazing cup of ecstatically rejuvenating tea
spoke; the snobbishly shivering cold fell completely
silent,

When the ingeniously crafted articulate mater key
spoke; the countless hurdles and doors blocked beyond
the point of despair; fell completely silent,

When the tantalizing aroma of delicious food spoke;
the abominable pangs of bizarre starvation fell
completely silent,

And when the Omnipotent grace of Almighty Lord spoke;
the satanically savage and brutal devil fell
completely silent….



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»When God opened his mouth

 

When the crimson crested parrot opened its mouth,
gruff sounds; astoundingly similar to humans emanated
from its beak.

when the elephant opened its mouth; hoisting its trunk
to speak,
a roaring echo diffused with volatile bursts of
emotion.

when the striped black leopard opened its ferocious
mouth,
there came out sounds resembling thunder clashing in
the sky,
silencing all animated commotion prevalent in the
township of jungle.

when the slime painted frog opened its cupid
mouth,
disenchanting notes of harsh music flooded the
atmosphere.

when the boisterous honey bee opened her tiny mouth,
sounds of infuriating buzzing dismantled the harmony
of air.

when handsomely coiled reptiles on the ground opened
their venom mouths,
poignant noises of hissing pierced the alacrity of
stringent breeze.

when the cow in green pastures opened her amicable
mouth,
timid sounds of indolent mooing blended perfectly with
the succulent grass.

when the furry sheepskin dog opened its cannine tipped
mouth,
gruesome growls expurgated; initiating infinite hair on
body to stand.

when a bunch of humans opened their articulately
shaped mouths,
there came galloping fast; tales of intellect and
imagination.

and when the omnipresent personality of godhead opened
his mouth,
one could see the entire universe revolving inside,
undulating terrains, turbulent sea's, flaming persona of
the sun, silver
silhouette of the moon,
dense tropical forests; sparkling waterfalls of crystal
water,
the creator sparingly uttered few words of wisdom,
embodied with the supreme aura of righteousness,
which was still the magical verse centuries after he
created man 'TO LIVE AND
LET LIVE'.


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»When I listened to my heart

 

When I used my mind; I sagaciously manipulated the
various nuances of clambering up the treacherous
mountain; as the chances of survival were bizarrely
slim,
While when I listened to my heart; not only did it
clamber up the jagged periphery with exhilarated zeal;
but emerged triumphant on the astronomical summit;
with the Sun streaming across my eyes in its dazzling
shine….

When I used my mind; I contemplated several times of
venturing out in the gruesome darkness; the deathly
chill that awaited to incarcerate me; as I alighted my
foot on the deserted streets,
While when I listened to my heart; not only did I
trespass through the entire planet bare foot; but
thoroughly enjoyed the exotic rhapsody of the
enchantingly pearly moonlight….

When I used my mind; I ruminated till eternity before
plunging into the undulating ocean; equating the
chances I had to survive; amidst a battalion of
hostile sharks and whales,
While when I listened to my heart; not only did I swim
ebulliently against the voluptuously mesmerizing
waves; but profusely admired the beauty of God's
fathomless creation of froth….

When I used my mind; I trembled in inexplicable fear
of wading through the dense jungles; the
overwhelmingly torturous death that would come
inevitably; as the Lion pulverized me to infinitesimal
pieces,
While when I listened to my heart; not only did I
bounce exuberantly with the Kangaroos; but inhaled in
my lungs the freshest air ever; that could be found on
the trajectory of this Universe….

When I used my mind; I vehemently shrugged off the
prospect of standing in the rain; perceiving the
cloudbursts of satanic lightening creeping
diabolically to assassinate traces of my vital life,
While when I listened to my heart; not only did I
bathe in the seductively tantalizing droplets; but
slipped into a land of fabulously gorgeous fantasy for
decades unfathomable….

When I used my mind; I felt a wave of repulsion
engulfing myself; as I knew my ugly facial contours
would shatter any glass when sighted into,
While when I listened to my heart; not only did I
stare relentlessly into the mirror; but bowed down to
the Creator in meek submission; for the
incomprehensibly beautiful looks he had bestowed me
with….

When I used my mind; I deliberately closed my nose
with repugnant abhorrence; spurious ruminating upon
the myriad of venomous smells that would strangulate
me to realms of perennial death,
While when I listened to my heart; not only did I
breathe with a fervor more than any entity
trespassing; but insurmountably relished the
unfathomably wonderful scents that loitered in free
space….

When I used my mind; I sat crouched in one obsolete
dilapidated corner; cognizing the barricades that I
was likely to encounter at each stage of life; the
blanket of thorns that I would have to trespass upon
to escalate to the corridors of success,
While when I listened to my heart; not only did I
stretch my persona to more than its complete height;
but metamorphosed each of my dreams into a
trend-setting reality…..

When I used my mind; I always shirked from proclaiming
my love to the girl I loved; feeling myself buried
boundless feet beneath my corpse; as the society would
brutally squelch me for violating their irrefutable
choice,
While when I listened to my heart; not only did I
achieve the love of my life; but bonded for times
immortal in the swirl of majestically soaring passion;
in the swirl of timelessly enchanting romance….


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