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»Whisky complexioned hair wig

 

I was born with a thick shock of curly hair,
Silky strands of light brown cascading down my scalp,
Broad outlines of eyebrow fringe,
They were my pride; cuddled on infinite occasions by my mother,
Glistening in sunshine like pure black shoe polish paint,
Caressing minute regions of my skull in breeze blowing with high velocity,
Mingling once in a while with the delicate periphery of my inverted eyelash,
Sighted as a puffed bunch of dark cushion by all in close proximity,
I always kept them shampooed and scrupulously clean,
Sobbed hysterically in private interiors of my room,
When a cluster of school mates harmlessly plucked a few,
I was obsessed with the concept of evergreen hair growth,
Slept all night with tight fitted shower cap clinging to my garden of hair.

Those whirlwind days of youth had now faded,
Unwanted vigils of old age had crept in at amazing speeds,
Bald patches of skin now sparkled in sunlight,
Resembled rich quality pure wax in pearly light of the moon,
The hair which once inhabited my scalp,
Now lay dumped; perhaps under stagnant waters of the city sewer,
Iterative attempts of washing, scrubbing, oiling, applying medicinal balm had proven futile,
I had finally succumbed to the tyranny of fate,
Nevertheless I still wore fluffy fibers of ant red hair,
Which neither budged nor moved an inch; in the most gustiest of breeze,
Projecting pompously from the artificial plastic of my whisky complexioned hair wig.
 
»Whispering of Nature

 

The wind blows at a soft tune,
As I sit in the full light of the Sun,
Profound with the power to enchant,
Teasing tiny grass stalks with all its might,
Filling stripped cavities of my heart,
With waves of rapturous melody.

The Sun’s light on the sprawling web of green,
Invades the blanket of blissful beauty,
Mesmerizing golden dew drops with its aura,
Like iterative soft caresses of a young mother,
Cuddling her baby with showers of encouragement,
Incorporated with conditions of pure love.

The gleaming sea waters in full flow,
Endowed with sparkling film of salt,
Strike colossal jet black rocks,
Translucent in their perennial strength,
Take the Sun with its dazzling yellow light,
As their constant companion.

The snow clad cliffs make a way,
Weaving their way through a valley of clouds,
Like crystalline shapes of pure wonder; encroaching and puffing solitary spaces of the misty valley.
 
»Whispers

 

A PLETHORA OF dark veined leaves; whispered frantically to the silhouette of plum tree,
To stand like a mountain in turbulent winds; not to succumb even when its roots were attacked by parasite.


Mammoth sculptured blue bodied whales; whispered fervently to the saline ocean,
To drench their silken skin entirely with salt; gratify their gluttony with scores of sumptuous fish.


Scorched sands of the colossal desert; whispered abusively to sapphire puffs of clouds,
To unrelentingly rain; transforming their impoverished soul into one with bountiful water.


The venomous form of rustic jungle spider; whispered incorrigibly to the threads in its intricate web,
To bear it's weight for times immemorial; entangling in a vise like grip; a battalion of succulent insect.


The obdurate stones strewn incoherently on the ground; whispered to passing pedestrians,
To trample they walked; pleading with the bystanders to kick them into remote corners of oblivion.


Dry sticks of trimmed lumber; whispered intermittently to steaming flames of fire,
To incinerate them thoroughly; transforming their composite proportion into frugal heaps of burnt chowder.


The newly born mammalian sibling; whispered pleadingly to its mother,
To feed it's famished lips; with perennial supply of salubrious milk.

The sealed demeanor of stamped envelope; whispered nostalgically in the ears of the postman,
To deliver it without further delay; into the safe hands of the person it belonged.


A fleet of orphans in the sanatorium; whispered inevitably to god,
To reveal traces of their loved ones; unite them as one again; to bring back lost anecdotes of supreme felicity.


The articulately carved key; whispered sonorously to the lock,
To accommodate it with nonchalant ease; opening without apprehensions the moment it caressed its periphery.


My tangible heart at the end of the monotonous day; whispered to my soul,
To grant it reprieve from misdeeds inadvertently committed in the day; forgive it for all the evil it harnessed.
And the omniscient aura of god; whispered philanthropically to all his fellow beings inhabiting the earth,
To extend comforting arms towards those in distress and pain; profoundly master the art of perpetual love.



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»Whistle

 

It produced a melodious sound on emanating; flooding
the gloomy ambience with profound tinges of rhapsody,

It awoke the squirrels fast asleep in the dense
bushes; as they scampered helter-skelter to hunt for
their prey,

It generated ripples amongst clusters of dead leaves;
making them stand erect on their frigid tips,

It substantially pacified the uncontrollably sobbing
child; fomenting a gregarious smile to spread on his
innocuous face,

It engendered scores of youngsters sulking under the
Sun; to dance and swirl ecstatically with the
vivaciously drifting winds,

It penetrated like a sugar coated arrow through the
stillness of the valley; circulating delectably
through every dwelling,

It captivated the attention of every single passerby;
causing them to blink their eyes in utter astonishment
and disbelief,

It had an incredulous impact on the dolphins floating
in the sea; causing them to somersault in animated
exhilaration,

It was prolifically used amongst gangs of ominous
thieves; as a subtle signal to furtively communicate,

It had a mesmerizing effect on the severely
traumatized nerves of the mentally afflicted; allowing
them slim moments of reprieve from their debilitating
and crippling condition,

It gave the tongue a versatile opportunity to use
itself; in the most dexterous way possible and to the
fullest,

It proved as an excellent alternative for a person who
didn’t remember even a single line of the song; and
yet had all the desire in the world to loudly sing it,

It had the velvety grace of a shadow; as well as the
hostility of a valiant scream well blended together,

It lit an ethereal ray of hope in the eyes of the man
dying; as he felt it poignantly infiltrate into his
ears,

It reinstated loads of rejuvenation and confidence in
a person just about to appear for an interview; as he
executed it audaciously before entering the boss's
cabin,

It broke all the awkwardness and formality between two
politicians; once they did it before sitting to settle
their country's difference,

It was infact the best and most consummate way; in
which a dumb man could communicate for long distances;
after using just a trifle of his wind,

And the best thing about it was; that it was the
surest and sweetest signal to entice a girl's heart;
when several others of its kind had miserably failed,

Now could you have ever envisaged in the most wildest
of your dreams; that a thing as inconspicuous as a
tiny 'WHISTLE'; was able to achieve what the most
stupendous of remedies couldn’t? Infact just an
infinitesimal bellow of limp breath could have
produced such a drastic effect on all mankind…



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»Till death do us apart

 

Till death do us apart; we will intransigently
continue to harmoniously sing together; deluge every
cranny of the gloomily frustrated atmosphere; with
ebulliently euphoric sounds,

Till death do us apart; we will indefatigably continue
to tantalizingly dance together; resplendently trigger
the voluptuousness of the exotic night; with untamed
fireballs of augmenting compassion,

Till death do us apart; we will irrevocably continue
to wholeheartedly laugh together; endeavoring our best
to ignite the smiles of priceless humanity; on every
lecherous face inundated with remorsefully
debilitating disease,

Till death do us apart; we will relentlessly continue
to uninhibitedly philander together; blissfully
frolicking in the aisles of rhapsodic desire and
benign happiness; for centuries immemorial,

Till death do us apart; we will unitedly continue to
coalesce all mankind together; try our ultimate best
to melange all religions; caste; creed and tribe
alike; in the sea of glittering humanity,

Till death do us apart; we will sensuously continue to
fantasize together; fabulously wander in the lanes of
bountifully bequeathing paradise; romancing with every
element of the fathomlessly majestic beauty around,

Till death do us apart; we will immutably continue to
discover together; evolving a fantastically new
township of vivacious grace and incredulously
astounding intrigue; on every step that we
holistically tread,

Till death do us apart; we will irrefutably continue
to bless together; bestowing an unfathomable whirlpool
of philanthropic richness; upon every inexplicably
devastated counterpart of ours; whom we encountered in
our way,

Till death do us apart; we will ardently continue to
cry together; unequivocally sharing our triumph as
well as ghastly sorrows alike; profusely entrenched in
bonds of magically Omnipotent empathy,

Till death do us apart; we will relentlessly continue
to fight together; assimilating every iota of our
surreptitiously entrapped courage and solidarity; to
forever drive the ominous traitors; gorily decimating
our sacrosanct motherland,

Till death do us apart; we will unsurpassably continue
to paint together; delectably capturing the entire
beauty of this boundless planet; in the vivacious
kaleidoscope of our piquant eyes,

Till death do us apart; we will miraculously continue
to procreate together; spawning gloriously immaculate
offsprings of our very own crimson blood; contributing
our very best in continuing God’s most holy chapter of
blooming existence,

Till death do us apart; we will obsessively continue
to learn together; celestially imbibing all the
stupendously synergistic goodness that lingered
bountifully in the atmosphere; and then disseminating
its Omniscient essence to every household asphyxiated
with gruesome darkness,

Till death do us apart; we will inexorably continue to
fly together; exuberantly surge forward with the full
fervor of life; to blossom the flower of our
benevolently beautiful dreams; into a veritably
sparkling reality,

Till death do us apart; we will indefatigably continue
to march together; blend our innocuously righteous
palms in the walls of unassailable solidarity;
unflinchingly ready to tackle any diabolical devil;
who dared stop us in our truthful way,

Till death do us apart; we will insatiably continue to
err together; inadvertently commit an unfathomable
volley of mistakes; which would timelessly leave our
footprints on this earth as pure humans; every time it
was given a chance to be born,

Till death do us apart; we will perennially continue
to eat together; relishing the most gorgeously
glorious fruits of Mother nature; cupped symbiotically
in our palms and under the seductively milky
moonlight,

Till death do us apart; we will perpetually continue
to breathe together; surviving as a unconquerably
single spirit; least bothered about what the
acrimoniously tyrannical society; had to spuriously
comment on our eternal relationship,

And till death do us apart; we will immortally
continue to love together; impregnably bonding the
beats of our passionately thundering hearts in flames
of fulminating romance; drinking; eating; breathing;
discovering; exploring and preaching; only the elixir
of mankind; to ecstatically survive….





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»Till the time

 

Till the time there was brilliant light; there existed
the spell of gruesome darkness,

Till the time there was perennial happiness; there
existed the blanket of dolorous sadness,

Till the time there was voluptuous wine drowning you
into enchantment; there existed stark starvation,

Till the time there was the swirling and vivacious
ocean; there existed the scorching deserts,

Till the time there was the ravishing slice of
pudding; there existed the blunt and disdainful
mountain of stones,

Till the time there was unprecedented security and
comfort; there existed nefarious theft,

Till the time there were impeccable slabs of marble
which were spotlessly clean; there existed the
horrendous stains of grease,

Till the time there was the king seated on the
supremely embellished throne; there existed his
battalion of docile slaves,

Till the time there was a wave of ultra modernization
circulating in this world; there existed indigenous
and rustic tribes,

Till the time there was succulent flesh and
mesmerizing fraternities of skin; there existed the
morbid corpse lying buried beneath the coffin,

Till the time there was alacrity and unrelenting work
under the sunshine; there existed blissful and spell
binding sleep,

Till the time there was obstreperous sound and
thunderous noise; there existed virtue of pin drop
silence,

Till the time there were tantalizing droplets of rain
cascading on the earth; there existed the fury of
uncouth drought,

Till the time there were tenacious and fortified
slabs of colossal timber lined up towards the heavens;
there existed a series of pertinent gaps and holes,

Till the time there were fields of scintillating white
fur encapsulating the countryside; there existed the
obnoxiously black flow of the gutter,

Till the time there were exotic dreams
revolving vividly through each strata of the mind; the
power to fantasize escalated to its highest; there
existed complete insanity and madness,

Till the time there was pure love impregnated wildly
in each iota of the body; there existed blasphemous
betrayal,

Till the time there was delectable taste arising on
the buds of the rosy tongue; there existed pools of
colorless saliva strewn pathetically on the streets,

And till the time there was moist breath descending
down the nostrils; life going on in harmony with the
creator; there existed inevitable pain and absolute
death…


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»Till the time he commanded

 

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
dance; please the entire world incessantly with his
tantalizingly swishing movement,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
speak; pacifying the infinite myths of people existing
on this globe; with the prudent essence of his
knowledge,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
write; inundating boundless number of blank paper with
exquisite literature,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
sight; admiring all the mesmerizing beauty that was
prevailing and embedded on this planet,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
perspire; working all day under the sweltering Sun;
running for countless kilometers on the trot in heart
of the gruesomely chilly night,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
love; flooding every part of the still atmosphere with
the poignant fire of his romance,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
sleep; relishing the blissful calm of the breeze; the
mystical enchantment of the prolifically star studded
darkness,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
valiantly fight; shedding his blood without the
slightest of hesitation for the sake of his sacrosanct
motherland,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
smile; impart the essence of equality and unbiased
brotherhood to as far and wide as possible amongst
tangible mankind,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
bathe; drenching every pore of his skin with supremely
ravishing water; splashing tons of it around in
ecstatic frolic on little children,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
sing; captivating this monotonously strangulated world
with the delectable cadence in his voice,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
run; conquering impregnable milestones at every single
step he took; wave the flag of amicable victory on
each chunk of visible soil,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
dig; building a dwelling for himself as well as for
all those who wandered in inexplicable affliction
without a roof under the colossal sky,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
joke; making overwhelmingly sad people laugh with his
astoundingly hilarious and comic banter,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
earn; assimilating the entire wealth that could ever
have existed on land; disseminating it judiciously
amongst people who badly needed it to resurrect their
lives,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
yawn; relaxing on the lush green meadows in due
admiration of the Sun God; reciting a flurry of vivid
tales to mercilessly orphaned children starving to
loneliness without their parents,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
exotically dream; perceiving the most wonderful
objects which he had evolved; the unsurpassably
beautiful garden which he had spawned for human kind
to live and enjoy,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would
thunderously cry; sharing the grief of others with a
sense of equality; providing his shoulder for them to
lean upon in their time of unprecedented distress,

And till the time he commanded; this molecule of his
would placidly live; inhaling in air every unfurling
second; trying his Herculean best to maintain this
planet of his as the ultimate paradise; trying his
best to metamorphose all the evil hovering into a
fantasy that he the 'Creator' would really cherish; a
fantasy that God had given birth to this molecule of
his; to wholesomely satisfy…



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»Till the time we Lived….

 

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would perpetuate each barren pore of your skin with so much exhilaration; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my ecstasy; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would tantalize your brain with so many fantasies of majestic creation; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my sensuality; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would rekindle your emptiness with so many fires of untamed virility; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my ardor; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would transform every defeat of yours into so many triumphs of infallible optimism; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my courage; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would enlighten your hapless eyes with so many shades of blazing fearlessness; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my valor; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would complete each unfinished line of your destiny with so many positive ramifications; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my fragrance; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would caress each bleeding cranny of your lips with so many befriending kisses; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my compassion; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would disentangle each miserably hackneyed sense of yours with so many mystical moments; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my bountifulness; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would impregnate each ingredient of your alien blood with so much royal oneness; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my humanity; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would permeate each chord of your monotonous eardrum with so many rhapsodic tunes; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my sweetness; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would heal each of your obsolete wounds with so many panaceas of companionship; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my intimacy; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would nurse each of your inexplicable wails with so many songs of mother nature; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my freshness; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would wipe each of your tears with so many flames of my desire; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my exuberance; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would guide each dwindling path of yours to so many corridors of magical utopia; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my inspiration; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would befriend your inconsolably amputated palms with so many handshakes; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my conviction; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would fortify each broken bone of yours with so many threads of redolent humanity; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my humility; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would ameliorate your shattered soul with so many colors of this vivacious Universe; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my versatility; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would reinvigorate your asphyxiated breath with so many winds of divinely creation; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my enchantment; even after I died,

And to die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would consecrate your betrayed heart with so many beats of perpetual faith; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my love; even after I died…

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»Till the time you were magnificently alive

 

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely threadbare and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this fathomless Universe; were the sermons of truthfulness that you selflessly disseminated; till the time you were holistically alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely balderdash and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this boundless Universe; were the rays of righteously unparalleled optimism that you ignited on every step that you tread; till the time you were symbiotically alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely nonsensical and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this incomprehensible Universe; were the pathways of egalitarian justice that you insuperably ensured; till the time you were blissfully alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely salacious and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this limitless Universe; was the celestial instinct to live and let live that you ubiquitously preached; till the time you were unabashedly alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely rubbish and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this gregarious Universe; were the seeds of majestically virile proliferation that you sowed; till the time you were unassailably alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely evanescent and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unceasing Universe; was the bond of philanthropically compassionate friendship that you interminably spread; till the time you were royally alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely lugubrious and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this spell binding Universe; were the hymns of mellifluously emancipating piousness that you sing; till the time you were bounteously alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely morbid and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this triumphant Universe; was the tirelessly augmenting empathy in your eyes for every caste; creed; fraternity of living; till the time you were vivaciously alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely decrepit and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this astounding Universe; were the pathways of unflinchingly fearless humanity that you pave; till the time you were redolently alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely foolhardy and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this heavenly Universe; was the magic of benign togetherness that you invincibly hissed; till the time you were unconquerably alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely crippling and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unfettered Universe; were those indomitably subliming smiles from your lips in good times and bad; till the time you were beautifully alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely debasing and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this gigantic Universe; were those swords of impregnable truth that you used to assassinate the ruthlessly blasphemous devil; till the time you were jubilantly alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely pulverizing and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unfathomable Universe; were those enamoring words/symbols/drawings of immortal love that you’d so inimitably sketched; till the time you were undefeatedly alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely feckless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this spectacular Universe; were those pearls of priceless enlightenment that you’d bestowed upon countless haplessly deprived; till the time you were indisputably alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite was entirely baseless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this resplendent Universe; was the mirror of divine righteousness that reflected from even the most obfuscated cranny of your shadow; till the time you were fantastically alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely useless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unending Universe; was the foundation of fragrantly undying perseverance that you built; till the time you were handsomely alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely tawdry and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this everlasting Universe; was that you timelessly followed the innermost tunes of your heart for the betterment of all mankind; till the time you were iridescently alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely hopeless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this mesmerizing Universe; was the innumerable orphans that you serenaded and accepted as a quintessential ingredient of your very own family; till the time you were poignantly alive.

Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely purposeless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this ever-pervading Universe; were the countless hearts which you endlessly united in the threads of Immortally Omnipresent love; till the time you were magnificently alive.

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»Time

 

The more you tried to stringently control it; the more
it rampantly slipped away from your invincible grasp,

The more you tried to irrevocably stop it; the more it
uncontrollably sped past the corridors of unceasingly
unfathomable infinite infinity,

The more you tried to chauvinistically govern it; the
more it inevitably took an insuperable grip upon even
the most inconspicuous element of your destiny,

The more you tried to irretrievably compress it; the
more it rebounded back towards the aisles of boundless
eternity; forever and ever and ever,

The more you tried to truculently asphyxiate it; the
more it uninhibitedly gallivanted like a majestic
lion; for whom sky was the only veritable limit,

The more you tried to transcend beyond it; the more it
left you a billion kilometers lagging behind; the
instant you dared alight your nimble foot,

The more you tried to invidiously poison it; the more
it sprouted afresh in a countless rejuvenatingly new
forms; from a countless directions which you could
never ever perceive,

The more you tried to chauvinistically incarcerate it;
the more it unequivocally flew in the skies of
unparalleled freedom; for centuries and moments
immemorial,

The more you tried to torturously tie it; the more
euphorically it leapt towards the paradise of
Omnipotently silken freedom; magnificently attuning
all humanity to the pragmatic essence of blissful
existence,

The more you tried to bury it fathomless feet in the
graveyards of hell; the more it profoundly perpetuated
its insuperable grip upon every echelon of blessed
living kind,

The more you tried to hedonistically distort it; the
more it evolved into its unbelievably redolent grace;
with the heavens of unassailable truth written all
over it,

The more you tried to abhorrently erase it; the more
it unflinchingly burgeoned; into a fountain of
invincibly redolent sagaciousness,

The more you tried to uncouthly repel it; the more it
intractably embedded itself to every quintessentially
happening aspect of your vibrant life,

The more you tried to make it derogatorily sedentary;
the more it tirelessly ticked; not resting even an
ethereal instant even after every organism on this
earth had wholesomely extinguished,

The more you tried to satanically bribe it; the more
it unstoppably blazed into an unprecedented gorge of
patriotic truth and triumphant selflessness,

The more you tried to salaciously recycle it; the more
it iridescently blossomed into unending newness; for
moments beyond an infinite more births yet to unveil,

The more you tried to dastardly retract it; the more
it jubilantly galloped towards the chapters of
victoriously enchanting proliferation; eternally
continuing God’s enthrallingly wonderful creation,

The more you tried to cold-bloodedly murder it; the
more it spawned into bounteously everlasting
prosperity; enlightening every organism alive with the
magic of spell binding optimism,

The more you tried to lethally silence it; the more it
boisterously permeated the true spirit of endlessly
God-gifted existence; to continents fathomlessly
diversified; far and wide,

O! Yes and try as hard as you could; you simply
wouldn’t be able control it; you simply wouldn’t able
to stop it till the time you breathe and even after;
for that’s how it has forever been; that’s how it is
and by the grace of God shall forever be; O! Yes
believe it or not; but that for you is royally
unconquerable TIME…


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