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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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»Time after Time. Each time. Everytime.

 

It really didn’t matter to me even an infinitesimal trifle; if there wasn’t the most optimistically Omnipotent of Sun outside my door; to timelessly consecrate every unfinished desire of mine; to the hilt of infinite infinity,

It really didn’t matter to me even an inconspicuous trifle; if there wasn’t the most vivaciously fathomless Sea outside my door; to unbelievably tantalize even the most evanescent cranny of my skin for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes,

It really didn’t matter to me even an obfuscated trifle; if there weren’t the most eternally invincible Mountains outside my door; to compassionately sequester every disastrously shuddering bone of my body; as diabolical hell torrentially rained down on earth,

It really didn’t matter to me even a cloistered trifle; if there weren’t the most enigmatically inebriating Forests outside my door; to perennially perpetuate the fragrance of symbiotic existence in every of my haplessly dying breath,

It really didn’t matter to me even a fugitive trifle; if there wasn’t the most resplendently bountiful Waterfall outside my door; to inexhaustibly reinvigorate my sinfully deteriorating desire to survive,

It really didn’t matter to me even an ethereal trifle; if there weren’t the most sensuously crimson Clouds outside my door; to unabashedly catapult me into the most ebulliently triumphant realms of paradise,

It really didn’t matter to me even a fleeting trifle; if there wasn’t the most unassailably ever-pervading Sky outside my door; to engender me to discover the ultimate horizons of my impoverished existence,

It really didn’t matter to me even an oblivious trifle; if there wasn’t the most mellifluously enchanting Sound outside my door; to unceasingly enshroud every dormitory of my frazzled life with victoriously untamed delight,

It really didn’t matter to me even a mercurial trifle; if there wasn’t the most seductively tranquil Shadow outside my door; to indefatigably cajole me into the wisps of celestially fructifying sleep,

It really didn’t matter to me even a disappearing trifle; if there wasn’t the most bounteously virile Woman outside my door; to tirelessly prompt me to explore every rhapsodically emollient intricacy of my potent manhood,

It really didn’t matter to me even a forlorn trifle; if there wasn’t the most wonderfully vibrant Meadow outside my door; to invite me back into the cradle of my amazingly impeccable and uninhibited childhood,

It really didn’t matter to me even a transient trifle; if there weren’t the most iridescently innocuous Stars outside my door; to unshakably enlighten the complexion of my every drearily asphyxiating and treacherous night,

It really didn’t matter to me even a dilapidated trifle; if there wasn’t the most impregnably Heavenly Moon outside my door; to steer me through every acrimonious hurdle of my life; with the ease of a newly born silken prince,

It really didn’t matter to me even a fleeting trifle; if there wasn’t the most astoundingly ameliorating magicians outside my door; to liberate me of even the most ghastliest of my tribulations; transform the monotonously dull space around me; into paradise divine,

It really didn’t matter to me even a feckless trifle; if there weren’t the most indomitably learned philosophers/saints outside my door; to endlessly soliloquize to me the ideologies of effulgent truth; love and beauty in the chapters of my vividly enthralling life,

It really didn’t matter to me even a teeny trifle; if there wasn’t the most glittering caverns of pure Gold outside my door; to forever ensure that the definitions of maliciously pulverizing poverty stayed an infinite kilometers away from my diminutively robust form,

It really didn’t matter to me even an indescribable trifle; if there wasn’t the most mischievously jubilant flirtation outside my door; to make me feel eternally young and fantastically virile; although I stood on the absolute brink of inevitable death,

It really didn’t matter to me even an insouciant trifle; if there wasn’t the most Omnisciently everlasting breath outside my door; to bestow upon me the prowess to holistically survive for a countless more blessed lifetimes,









If only; whenever I did open the door of my passionately throbbing heart; whenever I did open the door of my ecstatically emancipating soul; whenever I did open the door of my euphorically searching eyes; whenever I did open the door of my amiably unfettered dwelling; there was you and none else but you O! Heavenly Beloved to take me in your mesmerizing arms and immortally bond with the beats of my life; again and again and again; time after time after time; each time; everytime…

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»Time-An unstoppable whirlwind

 

Whether you be the most triumphant vanguard of all
civilization; or whether you be a mist of inimitably
silken desire; sensuously enveloping every cranny of
this beleaguered planet in cloudbursts of ardent
desire,

Whether you be an indomitably towering mountain top;
or whether you be a river of perennial enchantment;
cascading down the ever-pervading Himalayas,

Whether you be a garden of celestially endowing roses;
or whether you be the sky of fathomlessly invincible
truth; miraculously mitigating even the most ephemeral
speck of sorrow; from the periphery of this estranged
Universe,

Whether you be a timelessly resplendent star; or
whether you be a boundless playground of ecstatic
frolic; merrily cavorting till times beyond eternity;
behind the handsomely Sun soaked hills,

Time is an unstoppably inevitable whirlwind which
simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your
form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second
of it to the most unprecedentedly euphoric limits; or
be swept like a frigidly inane matchstick in its
unrelentingly inexorable swirl…

1…

Whether you be a cloud of exotically voluptuous
titillation; or whether you be an impeccably spell
binding saint; rising to the most sagaciously
sacrosanct degrees of self control,

Whether you be a reindeer of unlimited prosperity; or
whether you be an uninhibitedly blazing wave of
indefatigably unparalleled optimism,

Whether you be a stupendously unassailable incense
stick of unflinching righteousness; or whether you be
an enigmatically supernatural idol; selflessly
exorcising yourself from even the most infinitesimal
bit of worldly desire,

Whether you be the everlastingly titillating voice of
the enchanting nightingale; or whether you be an
effervescently mystical kite; floating in invincibly
untainted sky,

Time is an uncontrollably inevitable maelstrom which
simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your
form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second
of it to the most unbelievably ecstatic limits; or be
devoured in its tirelessly unremitting wisps like the
orphaned whisker of the sultry broomstick…

2…

Whether you be a tornado of uncanny exhilaration; or
whether you be the ebulliently gyrating feathers of
the peacock; under the very first drops of eternally
magnificent rain,

Whether you be the uncrowned King of the entire
opalescent planet; or whether you be the most
venerated poet of the century; mellifluously stirring
trillions of hearts with the spirit of magical
brotherhood and immortal love,

Whether you be a fountain of benevolently untainted
innocence; or whether you be the meadows of
ubiquitously untamed mischief; unraveling into Godly
childhood every unfurling instant of the gloriously
Sunlit day,

Whether you be a brazenly revolutionary echo that
defies all murderously decrepit convention; or whether
you be an unconquerably princely panther; gleefully
marauding at your very own will; through the bushy
undergrowths of the ravishing forest,

Time is a tirelessly inevitable waterfall which simply
doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if
you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to
the most propitiously sensational limits; or be buried
forever and ever and ever beneath your veritable
corpse; losing to its undefeatable essence even before
you were born….

3…

Whether you be the heavenly zephyr blissfully blowing
across the panoramic landscapes; or whether you be the
non-invasively surreal dewdropp amiably clinging to
mother grass,

Whether you be the most eclectic entity ever born on
this gigantically blessing planet; or whether you be
the ultimate harbinger of all torturously bereaved and
preposterously aggrieved humanity,

Whether you be that leaf on the tree which never
falls; or whether you be the most opulent organism on
this colossal Universe; with even the saliva oozing
from your mouth being of astoundingly glittering gold,

Whether you be an apostle of timelessly impregnable
peace; or whether you be an infallible chariot of
unfettered success; embedding the flag of
altruistically enamoring triumph on every inch of this
symbiotic earth,

Time is an incredulously gushing tornado which simply
doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if
you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to
the most insuperably royal of limits; or become just
another of its haplessly prattling victim; like
countless greats have already been in the past; like
your raving kind…


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»Time Pass

 

I meticulously counted the number of waves; rising and
falling in the majestically undulating sea,

I sang occasionally with the birds; humming a myriad
of spell binding tunes,

I tore a sheet of lanky dilapidated paper; into
measly bits of orphaned fragments,

I nonchalantly kicked each stone that confronted me in
my way; hurling it high and handsome towards mystical
puffs of sky,

O! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed
to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly
refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass…..



I shooed the birds sitting tranquilly on the
jaded rocks; chasing them till the point I wholesomely
collapsed in a bedraggled heap on cold ground,

I made boundless sandcastles in insurmountably
slippery sand; dismantling them as they gathered the
slightest of solid proportion,

I held my ear abysmally close to the hollow walls;
awaiting for the tiniest of sound that simply wasn’t
there,

I indefatigably kept chanting a silly tune; giving it
the pompously pretentious status of being the
astronomical best,

O! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed
to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly
refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass…..




I voraciously rubbed my glasses till the time they
shone vivaciously bright; although they were already
sparkling more than the mid-day Sun,

I tied my handkerchief into unfathomable number of
folds; spent countless moments thereafter in
entangling the disdainful mess of my insane creation,

I washed my body vigorously all throughout the night;
evacuating the last bit of superficial dirt that just
wasn’t to be seen,

I flipped through pages of the bulky history book;
browsing through an unending labyrinth of dates; with
beads of exasperating sweat trickling feverishly down
my nape,

O! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed
to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly
refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass…..




I yawned like a maniacally fanatic; although the bones
incarcerated in my body rared to surge forward with
spurts of exuberant enthusiasm,

I chewed slices of tangy gum for times immemorial;
evolving a cocoon of bubbles only to obnoxiously burst
them,
I incoherently scribbled gargantuan tons of literature
on barren paper; expending Herculean loads of my lazy
frustration on my tiny little fountain pen,

I relentlessly kept tapping my nimble feet; scowling
in inexplicable disdain at whomsoever who encountered
me in my way.

O! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed
to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly
refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass…..




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»Timelessly inseparable talking

 

If it was your lusciously mesmerizing lips that wonderfully whispered; then it was my ardently igniting kisses that would do every bit of the timelessly enthralling talking,

If it was your fantastically hazel eyes that tranquilly whispered; then it was my indefatigably vivacious eyelashes that would do every bit of the timelessly flirtatious talking,

If it was your intrepidly celestial ears that charismatically whispered; then it was my inexhaustibly exploring tongue that would do every bit of the timelessly exploring talking,

If it was your seductively redolent feet that uninhibitedly whispered; then it was my irrefutably infallible trail that would do every bit of the timelessly adventurous talking,

If it was your daintily articulate fingers that unrestrictedly whispered; then it was my magically ameliorating artistry that would do every bit of the timelessly passionate talking,

If it was your celestially symbiotic shoulders that fantastically whispered; then it was my innocuously pristine selflessness that would do every bit of the timelessly redolent talking,

If it was your enigmatically unruly armpits that seductively whispered; then it was my pricelessly golden perspiration that would do every bit of the timelessly bountiful talking,

If it was your impeccably nubile chin that ebulliently whispered; then it were my infinite enamoring goose-bumps that would do every bit of the timelessly undefeated talking,

If it was your voluptuously ardent breasts that resplendently whispered; then it was my unceasingly kneading palms that would do every bit of the timelessly unbridled talking,

If it was your iridescently embellished belly that jubilantly whispered; then it was my unstoppably machismo hunger that would do every bit of the timelessly intermingling talking,

If it was your triumphantly truthful veins that ecstatically whispered; then it was my unassailably crimson blood that would do every bit of the timelessly blessed talking,

If it was your innovatively intriguing brain that unrestrictedly whispered; then it was my astoundingly fathomless fantasy that would do every bit of the timelessly exhilarating talking,

If it was your exotically desirous thighs that spell bindingly whispered; then it was my uncannily untamed electricity that would do every bit of the timelessly fervent talking,

If it was your unbelievably mellifluous throat that gorgeously whispered; then it was my inimitably new-born voice that would do every bit of the timelessly effulgent talking,

If it was your beautifully sculptured toes that inscrutably whispered; then it was my unfathomably magical shadow that would do every bit of the timelessly endowing talking,

If it was your piquantly hissing panic button that surreptitiously whispered; then it was my mischievously nibbling teeth that would do every bit of the timelessly reinvigorating talking,

If it was your insuperably Omniscient nostrils that beautifully whispered; then it was my immortally unsinkable life that would do every bit of the timelessly united talking,

If it was your perpetually throbbing heart that clandestinely whispered; then it was my unconquerably undying love that would do every bit of the timelessly coalescing talking,

And if unfortunately; not even the most infinitesimal iota of your mind; body or soul ever whispered; then even without the tiniest of your tangible innuendo; each beat of my heart; blood and breath would still forever and ever and ever bond with every aspect of your philanthropically emollient life; would still forever and ever and ever do every bit of the timelessly inseparable talking….

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