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»When I saw the Sun rising in the sky

 

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt waves of unparalleled enchantment circumvent my persona,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; nascent pores embedded in my skin sprung up with exuberant intensity,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt waves of marathon despair deeply embodied in me; vanish into thin wisps of oblivion,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt besieged by volatile gushes of resplendent light,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; stale pools of air in my lungs got profoundly reinvigorated; revitalizing my dreary senses,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt innovative perceptions about beauty circulating wildly through intricate pores of my mind,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt newly born droplets of sweat trickle down my nape; washing away sins of the previous day,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt golden beams of light gently caress my obscured eyes,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt an unprecedented vigor suddenly impregnate my feeble veins,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt a compassionate warmth engulfing me from all sides; annihilating completely the barbaric chill I had encountered in the night,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt my legs rhythmically sway; my ears absorbedly focused to melodious chirping of the humming bird,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt catapulted to supreme heights of ecstasy; with benevolent feelings of forgiveness slowly creeping in my soul,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt the palpitations of my heart grow faster; loads of enthusiasm embodied in my blood,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt the color of my skin dramatically change; it had now acquired tinges of robust crimson; profusely replacing patches of pallid flesh,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; it made me retrospect more nostalgically about my past; forming a pellucid picture of my entity,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt inundated with images of celestial gods; hovering very near my silhouette,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I made a plethora of resolutions before commencing nondescript activities of the day,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I pictured all my ancestors living in coordinated harmony as the rays emanating out,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I dreamt about my love which was immortal as the perpetual shine,

And when I saw the sun rising in the sky; I conceived a new beginning to life; felt like bestowed with another opportunity to prove my mettle in this unsparing world.


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»When I sliced my heart

 

When I sliced volatile wire; impregnated with white currents of electricity,
It spewed out a volley of poignant sparks in tandem; I was stabbed with several impacts of shock; falling like a lifeless pigeon on the ground.

When I sliced open obdurate tree bark; embossed with a cluster of rustic root,
A slurry of succulent white juice oozed out in emollient abundance; and the tree wept in hidden anguish.

When I sliced the belly of the colossal mountain; infinite tons of mud leaked out in frenzy,
A cluster of earthworm and rabbit got dismantled; and the once bombastic structure now resembled a beggar in torn rags.

When I sliced open the skin of emerald watermelon; rosy pink juice cascaded down with spontaneity,
The fruit looked ravishingly voluptuous like never before; with scores of brown seeds tumbling down.

When I sliced decayed bones freshly excavated from soil; a finely crushed chowder of calcium flew directly in my eyes,
The scenario appeared grotesquely despicable; with nostalgic memories of centuries ago besieging the cool air.

When I sliced through the heart of a concrete wall; a series of blatant cracks spread fast like the wild fire,
The structure now looked insipid and fragile; a battalion of red baked bricks came plummeting down; and broke my scalp.

When I sliced scintillating biscuits of yellow gold; an amber tinge incorporated the edge of my knife,
The currency proliferated itself with each stroke of mine; and soon I had more pieces of gold than when I had commenced slicing.

When I sliced through an ocean of loose sand; the blissful assemblage got thoroughly distorted,
Bountiful splinters of silver soil hurtled towards my eyes; and there was profuse tearing that incorrigibly followed as an inevitable aftermath.

When I sliced open a balloon incorporated with salty cheese; and a fountain of water,
An incoherent design of white dots then inhabited my face; scores of flies and cupid ants stuck like true stalwarts to my demeanor.

And when I sliced my heart open with the most sharpest of blade; crimson blood gushed out at exhilarating speeds,
It contained bold traces of the girl I immensely loved; the celestial image of the mother from whom I was born.
 
»When I thought

 

When i thought about filth and dirt,
unethical images of floating sewage blended with
faeces capsized my mental
imagery.

when i thought about transparently luring crystal
water,
panoramic visions of undulating mountains besieged me
in entirety.

when i thought about finely crushed chowder of piquant
salt,
rambunctious memories of the sea flooded
desolate regions of my soul.

when i thought about tenaciously blowing coats of
wind,
lascivious mass of dense tree foliage revolved subtly
through my mind.

when i thought about bountiful springs of frosty milk,
sacrosanct images of the twin horned cow submerged me
with glee.

when i thought about swaying my body in animated
jubilation,
extravagant pictures of the country barn discotheque
gleamed large in my
eyes.

when i thought about prolific waves of acerbic heat,
charismatic demeanor of the sun god shot loud and
clear all throughout cells
of my brain.

when i thought about praying to the almighty,
omniscient portraits of Christ nailed to bare wood
proliferated in my memory.

when i thought about the destitute succumbing to pangs
of starvation,
shriveled silhouettes of skinny children
instantaneously crept up my scalp.

when i thought about exorbitant luxury with king sized
dishes of food,
frivolous images of silken gold took strangle hold of
my impeccable heart.

and when i thought about perennial threads of sacred
matrimony,
effeminate outlines of the girl i loved delectably
settled in topmost
compartments of my mind.


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»When I touched your Omnipresent feet

 

When I shook hands with your Omnipotent grace; I felt
as if I had shaken hands with the entire world,
When I ran with you on the shimmering sea shores; I
felt as if I had run in harmony with the entire world,
When I conversed with you sitting on the opalescent
cushion of velvety stars; I felt as if I had conversed
with the entire world,
When I played hide and seek with you amidst the
pugnacious body of fulminating Sun and black clouds; I
felt as if I had played with the entire world,
When I ate food with you perched delectably on the
sprawling tree leaf; I felt as if I had eaten food
with the entire world,
When I wrote a letter to you profoundly lost in an
ocean of surreal fantasy; I felt as if written
letters to the entire world,
When I eloped with you after midnight to admire
flamboyant fish swimming in the resplendent stream; I
felt as if I had eloped with the entire world,
When I gallivanted on the horse with you at enchanting
dawn; I felt as if I had gallivanted freely with the
entire world,
When I whispered mysteriously in your omniscient ears;
I felt as if I had whispered in the ears of the entire
world,
When I smiled at your supremely sacrosanct visage; I
felt as if I had smiled at the entire world,
When I admired your magnificently royal demeanor; I
felt as if had admired the demeanor of the entire
world,
When I sketched your unfathomably fabulous aura; I
felt as if I had sketched the entire world,
When I relished your immortal caress over my serenely
closed eyelids; I felt as if had relished the caress
of the entire world,
When I stared unrelentingly at your spell binding
countenance; I felt as if I had stared at the entire
world,
When I inundated your towering body with festoons of
roses and reinvigorating scent; I felt as if I had
inundated the entire world,
When I sat for indefatigable number of hours in the
presence of your revered company; I felt as if I had
sat placidly with the entire world,
When I slept in the entrenchment of your stupendously
alluring and sacred shadow; I felt as if I had slept
in blissful synchrony with the entire world,
When I stood like an invincible fortress by your
divinely form; audaciously prepared to take away any
evil upon my miniscule stature before it tried to
creep towards your Godly form; I felt as if I had
stood ground for the entire world,
When I perceived your ingratiatingly boundless form
incessantly in the top most compartments of my mind; I
felt as if I had conceived each and every entity
existing in the entire world,
When I cried uncontrollably as you abruptly
disappeared without the slightest of intimation; I
felt as if I had cried for the entire world,
When I left my destiny wholesomely in your palms; I
felt as if I had left the destiny of the entire world,
And when I touched your omnipresent feet; kissing your
divine toes for being blessed upon with the
unflinching prowess to fight life; I felt as if I had
touched the feet of the entire world; the entire and
colossal Universe…


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»When I thought about the world

 

WHEN I THOUGHT about the world from inside a squalid gutter; with an abhorrently fetid stench permeating into my nostrils,
I perceived it to be extremely dirty; with scraps of tarnished paper inhabiting every prevalent street.


When I thought about the world soaring high in the sky; circumvented by an ambience of silken clouds and birds,
I visualized it to be a tiny place; with inconspicuous structures projecting in scores from its trajectory.


When I thought about the world from beneath unfathomable depths of the ocean; an assemblage of salty water entrenching me in entirety,
I imagined it to be a profoundly wet place; with infinite spaces of land soaked in slippery liquid.


When I thought about the world standing in middle of the desert; sweltering winds blended with sand striking my persona tenaciously,
I conceived it to be an overwhelmingly dusty place; with people sweating profusely under dazzling rays of the sun.


When I thought about the world languishing in an island of redolent flowers; the mesmerizing odor of blossoming rose tickling me to high realms of sedation,
I cognized it to be a stupendously fragrant place; with every organism lurking on its soil diffusing astronomical amounts of scent.


When I thought about the world sitting in a factory of firecrackers; incredulous contraptions of dynamite exploding intermittently all around,
I pictured it to be a tumultuously noisy place; incorporated with individuals who yelled expending full capacity of their lungs; every time they felt the urge to speak.


When I thought about the world digging a coal mine thousands of feet below the ground; a ghastly darkness sequestering me from pragmatic reality,
I envisaged it to be an utterly gloomy place; with all animate residing enveloped by depression; and the sun incorrigibly refraining to shine.


When I thought about the world; lying surreptitiously hidden within the interiors of the government treasury; boundless clusters of crisp notes making it onerous for me to breathe,
I contemplated it to be inundated with money; school children scribbling finishing their assignments on currency sheets; instead of using plain paper.


When I thought about the world gallivanting through the dense forests; slithering reptiles transgressing ominously through the bushes; lethal alligators scrawling up the marshy swamps,
I assumed it to be a place impregnated with savage men; with rustic cakes of cow-dung adhered to house walls instead of conventional plaster.


And eventually when I thought about the world incarcerated in the arms of my beloved; the moistness in her breath virtually putting me off to sleep,
I imagined it to be an astounding paradise; with a harmonious synergy existing between the young; the old; and the deprived.


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»When I wandered through the lane of love

 

When I philandered through the winding lanes of the
mountain; I encountered an
assemblage of vivacious trees and nimble rabbit,

When I strolled through lanes of the dense jungle; I
encountered a maze of
cloistered passage along with white water streams,

When I audaciously walked through lanes of freezing
ice-cream; I encountered
tenacious currents of cold; that made me shiver,

When I vehemently transgressed through lanes of
roaring fire; I encountered
blistering flames; which almost charred me to
inconspicuous ash,

When I sedately trespassed through lanes of blossoming
flower; I encountered
clusters of humming bee; with a mesmerizing fragrance
circumventing my
nostrils,

When I skeptically languished through lanes of the
mental asylum; I
encountered a fleet of barbaric madmen; trying to
snatch the last ounce of
breath from my persona,

When I gleefully floated in the satiny lanes of the
cotton clouds; I
encountered brilliant sunshine blended with showers of
inclement rain,

When I loitered aimlessly through sandy lanes of the
desert; I encountered
acrimonious heat; sapping the last resources of hidden
energy from my body,

When I ambled laboriously through sequestered lanes of
the gigantic tunnel; I
encountered gruesome darkness that sent uncanny chills
down my spine; made me
nostalgically long for sunshine,

When I ran at fast pace across lanes of slippery beach
sands; I encountered
poignant froth juxtaposed with fiery salt smashing
across my eyes,

When I gallivanted on horseback through the lanes of
the rustic farm; I
encountered the ravishing aroma of corn; listened
attentively to the intricate
dribbling of milk from cow teats,

When I crawled like a new born child through the lanes
of surreal fantasy; I
encountered scores of fairies; a blissful paradise
where god resided,

When I marched through the lanes of disdainful hatred;
I encountered
disparaging corruption; the savage discrimination of
my fellow mates,

When I pervaded across ghastly lanes of hell in the
sky; I encountered satanic
demons relishing blood from dead carcass of humans,

When I intransigently marauded through lanes of the
underground dungeon; I
encountered hidden gold; with a scorpion occasionally
drifting down my neck,

When I jogged through crowded lanes of the mundane
city; I encountered hostile
traffic; and obnoxious clouds of smoke prompting me to
deafeningly sneeze,

When I roamed through lanes of illicit crime; I
encountered a township of
bloodshed; brutal massacres of the innocent,

And eventually when I wandered through the lane of
uninhibited love; I hereby
found the perpetual heaven that I was so frantically
searching for.





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»When I was a child

 

WHEN I WAS A child I thought of devouring immaculate chunks of white butter,
Today I contemplated the price before purchasing monetary gifts for pleasure.


When I was a child I clambered up tall trees; to pluck nutritious fruit,
Today I pondered on the various ramifications; which could possibly occur when the farmer caught me red handed.


When I was a child I played vociferously in mud; making inarticulate cakes of cow dung plaster,
Today I refrained from going near wet land; on the flimsy grounds of having my trousers coated with obnoxious dirt.


When I was a child I got up early in the morning; relishing cool air while walking towards school,
Today I woke up with startled jerks; with darkness fully camouflaged in the sun; to rush in a jiffy towards office.


When I was a child I played for incessant hours in the evening with my cluster of friends, Today I retired in front of the television screen; with a glass of cold beverage; at the onset of twilight.


When I was a child I demonstrated a plethora of emotions when profoundly agitated, Today I had risen to holistic degrees of self control; scrutinizing my mistakes before I cried.


When I was a child I took the supreme liberty of hiding amongst a fleet of guests arriving at our dwelling,
Today I audaciously shook hands with the same; conversed for indefatigable hours with them on matters of common parlance.


When I was a child I voraciously read a battalion of thrilling mysteries,
Today I completely engulfed myself in deciphering; intricate quotes of the stock market.


When I was a child I listened to my elders with rapt attention and intense enthusiasm,
Today I chalked policies of my own; implementing them with loads of fortified conviction.


When I was a child; beads of sweat dribbled down my nape after witnessing a ghastly scene from the movie,
Today I didn't budge an inch from my seat; after sighting the same; as I knew it was fictitious.


When I was a child I had no hesitation asking for money from my ancestors,
Today I felt thoroughly abashed; asking them to gratify my distinctly penurious state.


When I was a child I chortled into pools of uninhibited laughter; at someone awkwardly dressed,
Today I emitted out sly smiles; in order that the individual didn't feel humiliating and bad.


When I was a child I hardly had time to think about the vagaries of mystical world, Today I spent hours pondering on a jugglery of consequences that would unleash; if I wasn't careful.


When I was a child I thought the most onerous thing existing was to study,
Today I felt that it was the process of earning; that was the most cumbersome of them all.


When I was a child; those were the times I was oblivious to reality; solely living in a world of tailor made fantasy,
While today I had crossed the realms of maturity; acclimatized to the harsh reality; and desperately wished I was that unscrupulous child once again. …



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»When I wasnt breathing

 

When I wasn’t blissfully snoring; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
cistern of stupendously rhapsodic and gloriously majestic Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t unsurpassably fantasizing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
garden of ingeniously magical and miraculously mitigating Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t superbly adventuring; I was still inexhaustibly writing
an
ocean of bountifully resplendent and timelessly undefeated Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t scrumptiously relishing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
playground of optimistically enlightening and unbelievably royal
Immortal
Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t limitlessly triumphing; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
cascade of beautifully panoramic and effulgently liberating Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t pricelessly smiling; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
lantern of unendingly vibrant and inscrutably tantalizing Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t gloriously partying; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
paradise of eternally vivacious and pristinely redolent Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t unassailably inspiring; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
festoon of incredulously ameliorating and perpetually compassionate
Immortal
Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t magnanimously feasting; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
cocoon of symbiotically philanthropic and ubiquitously coalescing
Immortal
Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t ebulliently fornicating; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
mist of wonderfully reinvigorating and blessedly burgeoning Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t flirtatiously winking; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
swirl of brilliantly untainted and Omnipotently ecstatic Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t mellifluously singing; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
heaven of iridescently innovative and spectacularly celestial Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t synergistically relaxing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
pearl of unconquerably seductive and unprecedentedly enamoring Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t amiably conversing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
palette of majestically invincible and Omnipresently procreating
Immortal
Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t holistically earning; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
canvas of inimitably untamed and fragrantly altruistic Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t unceasingly exultating; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
tunnel of mystically replenishing and perennially enthralling Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t devoutly praying; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
meadow
of vividly glorifying and fearlessly jubilant Immortal Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t ardently dancing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
rainbow
of poignantly marvelous and unshakably subliming Immortal Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t unstoppably admiring; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
mirror of truthfully Omnipresent and inherently revealing Immortal Love
Poetry,

And when I wasn’t quintessentially breathing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a cosmos of unbreakably everlasting and universally bonding
Immortal
Love Poetry….


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»When in deep sleep

 

When in deep sleep you seemed like an immaculate angel; breathing
heavily with
incoherent sounds emanating from your semi open lips,
While the instant you awakened; you pummeled your fists against the
wall;
clenched your teeth in indignation.

When in deep sleep you seemed to be profoundly oblivious to your
surroundings;
with your lids firmly agglutinated to your eyeball,
While the instant you awakened; you cast a series of despicable looks;
castigating me severely for the inconspicuous smudges aligning the
furniture.

When in deep sleep you changed positions umpteenth times in a minute;
with
your clothes strewn in a disheveled heap,
While the instant you awakened you stringently made sure that I sat up
straight without flinching the least; the attire that I wore was neatly
creased and meticulously ironed.

When in deep sleep you mystically smiled; perhaps envisaging the
fairies in
the cosmos; with an enchanting glow encompassing your facial contours,
While the instant you awakened you were crimson with anger; rebuked me
for not
scrupulously washing my face.

When in deep sleep you inadvertently caressed my hair; fondling with my
cheeks
as if admiring their pudgy softness,
While the instant you awakened you were aghast at being late for
office;
slapped me hard for not braiding my hair.
When in deep sleep you unwittingly uttered all those things stored well
within
your heart; vanquishing all apprehensions that engulfed your
silhouette,
While the instant you awakened you started manipulating the words to
speak;
refrained from giving me the tiniest of insinuation.

When in deep sleep you sometimes walked innocuously; languishing in the
aisles
of romantic fantasy,
While the instant you awakened you uncouthly barked orders for a cup of
tea;
splashed the same on the walls when it was not sizzling to the
temperature you
desired.

When in deep sleep you wriggled inside the cozy delights of your quilt;
blissfully exploring the moisture beneath the pillow you slept,
While the instant you awakened you threw aside the covers in intense
infuriation; frantically searching for your radiant watch and
glistening
chain.

When in deep sleep you unconsciously laughed; when I poked a thin blade
of
grass in your ears; gave me a celestial smile,
While the instant you awakened you barked a volley of abashing
expletives;
condemning me for not polishing your shoes.

When in deep sleep you were the perfect husband for whom I had heaps of
adulation; while the instant you awakened I had lost all reverence for
your
persona,
As I wished and prayed fervently to the almighty; to transform you like
the
way you were 'WHEN IN DEEP SLEEP'.



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»When I woke up from sleep

 

The mammoth elephants in the forest; made a thunderous
noise; bellowing
rambunctious wails of sound from their trunk,
Inundating the placid ambience with obstreperous
cacophony; I still slept
peacefully; with my hair drooling over my eyes.

The unruly traffic on the roads chugged smoke
blatantly; honking unnecessarily
in wee hours of the night,
Permeating the carpet of air with incongruous noise; I
still slept like a
horse; thoroughly lost in the realms of dreamy
fantasy.

The bedraggled urchins on the street shouted
vociferously; flexing their lungs
to monumental capacity,
Striking the cricket ball hard; with a glass pane
shattering occasionally; I
still slept unperturbed; with the furry blanket over
my head.

An army of obnoxious mosquitoes hovered in the
vicinity of my intricate ear;
buzzing incessantly tunes of insipid exasperation,
Evacuating precious blood from my succulent skin; I
still slept like a prince;
with innocuous saliva oozing from my mouth.

The indiscriminate party of burglars marauded my
house; pilfering all the
wealth they could their hands to,
Making a flurry of conspicuous sounds in the process;
I still slept like a
gigantic whale; with heavy snores emanating from my
partially opened mouth.

Herculean drops of rain water struck against my
kitchen window; accompanied by
sounds of stringent thunder and lightning,
With turbulent wind gushing right past my face; I
still slept like a tortoise
with its head receded way inside its stomach.

Irate trespassers punched the doorbell with passionate
fervor; incessantly
doing the same with renewed gusto,
Piercing the atmosphere with disdainful noises of the
monotonous alarm; I
still slept with an enchanting smile on my lips;
thoroughly oblivious to
sound.

There were communal riots going on in the street
below; a plethora of shops
were submerged by pugnacious fire,
Hordes of people fled their dwelling; ran berserk for
their lives
helter-skelter; I still slept like a drunkard; rolling
languidly in my
inebriated state.

Multiple buildings shook as an aftermath of vicious
tremors; infinite walls of
solid concrete incorporated prominent cracks,
The entire structure reverberated with the unleashing
impact of earthquake; I
still slept like a dead log; with my eyes formidably
shut to the proceedings.

It was at that very moment she entered my room; her
perpetual fragrance
tickled my conscience,
The aura of her magnificence rekindling my
impoverished soul,
There took incredulous transformations in my body; and
I woke up with a
startled look on my face; staring unrelentingly into
her mystical eyes; and I
didn’t sleep thereafter.



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