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»The Sole and only voice of my daughter

 

Of course there were billions who called me a blighted coward; not attending corporate office for even one single day in my entire life; eccentrically sequestering myself from the entire Universe; to indefatigably pen priceless poetry,

Of course there were billions who called me an ugly duckling; as virtually every conceivable cranny of my skin; was perniciously maligned with an infinite pigments of murderously cannibalistic blackness,

Of course there were billions who called me obsessively delirious; for seizing upon the most ephemerally non-existent ingredients of the atmosphere; and then inexplicably pursuing the same till the aisles of infinite infinity,

Of course there were billions who called me unceremoniously bohemian; for existing so unabashedly rustically in the heart of the extraordinarily contemporary society; even after receiving the best education of my times,

Of course there were billions who called me flagrantly doomed; for so openly castigating every established norm of the turgidly conventional society; trying to defy the mortuary of robotic shrewdness; with the clouds of immortal love,

Of course there were billions who called me an absolutely dogmatic fool; for expending every bit of my hard earned wealth; to forever unite two jilted lovers horrendously separated due to differences of the currency coin,

Of course there were billions who called me pugnaciously ballistic; as I instantaneously swished the gleaming sword from my scepter; at the tiniest insinuation of danger or gratuitous invasion to my motherland,

Of course there were billions who called me fecklessly truthful loser; as I chose to tread on the path of infallible righteousness laden with a zillion acrimonious thorns; rather than easily galloping on the shortcuts to success; which so copiously inhabited planet earth today,

Of course there were billions who called me cursedly impotent; as I had my very first child several years after marriage; and after a countless visits to every Omnipotent temple; church; monastery and mosque on this boundlessly blessed planet,

Of course there were billions who called me salaciously sinful; as I insuperably believed that perennially unshakable marriage happened the instant both hearts met; and without the tiniest of ceremony or sanctimoniously rigorous tradition,

Of course there were billions who called me bizarrely agnostic; as I didn’t believe in several God’s/Goddesses; but timelessly envisaged the Creator to be undefeatedly one,

Of course there were billions who called me blasphemously unforgivable; as I uninhibitedly philandered with a countless women all my life; profoundly and inevitably attracted to the unlimited fructification of the female kind,

Of course there were billions who called me cadaverously jinxed; as every tangible or intangible project that I undertook in the tenure of my impoverished life; treacherously landed me upside down into the most wretchedly penalizing of my grave,

Of course there were billions who called me deplorably impractical; as every decision of mine taken from the heart found me haplessly begging on the sordidly cold-blooded streets; whilst those with an articulately pragmatic mind; astutely raced forward in the most brilliantly opulent of Mercedes,

Of course there were billions who called me worthlessly artistic; as although I’d sketched an infinite paintings; yet they still lay despicably decaying under the most blazing of Sun; for severely indispensable want of true takers and connoisseurs,

Of course there were billions who called me inveterately feminine; as I unlimitedly desired to cuddle inside the compassionate interiors of my dwelling all night and day; tirelessly fantasizing and altruistically contenting myself to just household chores,

Of course there were billions who called me intolerably eccentric; as every single habit and action of mine led me further and further into the most ominously blackened labyrinths of reclusiveness; being so extraordinarily different from the rest of the world outside,

Of course there were billions who called me an escapist misanthrope; as I shrugged almost every other human on this endlessly burgeoning planet; for still being a slave of commercially diabolical politics; when infact Omnipresent Universe was created; is; and shall forever remain ecstatically free,





And then there was this sole and only voice of my new born daughter amidst all this iconoclastic mayhem; inimitably calling me “Father”; which perpetually bestowed upon me the power to unflinchingly tower over each of one of these billions; which perpetually bestowed upon me the power to outsmart each one of these billions; which perpetually bestowed upon me the power to conquer the venomous devil in each one of these billions…

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»The son of my mother

 

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Businessmen; astoundingly manipulating even the most infinitesimal nuances of trade; handsomely seated on the absolute zeniths of corporate victories,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Magicians; possessing the unbelievable ability of transforming even the most tawdrily decrepit piece of junk; into unconquerably glittering gold,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Politicians; dexterously governing the pragmatic lives of countless million people; right at their surreptitiously slippery fingertips,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Warriors; altruistically shedding even the last bone of their spines for the service of their venerated motherland; whilst wholesomely capturing every element of the devil in mind; body and spirit,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Devils; the most despicably hedonistic curmudgeons of insanity; satanically massacring every thing that they encountered in vicinity; without the tiniest reason or rhyme,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Astrologers; amazingly able to portend even the most obfuscated of happenings to unfurl; centuries later than this very vivaciously breathing day; today,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Philosophers; holding boundless organisms in an unimaginably spell-bound stupor; as they indefatigably sermonized the ideals of exhilarating existence and ultimate death,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Gamblers; where an infinite currency coin first slipped from their palms like ecstatically melting; before astutely multiplying itself into fathomless more of its very own kind,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Musicians; timelessly rekindling even the most lugubriously livid parchment of the atmosphere; with victoriously unfettered rhapsody,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Sportsmen; majestically recoining the definition of whichever game that they played; perpetually ensuring their place in the most spectacularly emollient of legend books,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Pioneers; evolving an inexhaustibly fructifying revolution; out of inanely dying wisps of battered nothingness,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Dancers; flexing even the most obsolete crannies of their bodies to myriad colors; shapes and forms; timelessly bewitching the atmosphere of even the most monotonously deadened of night,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Fantasizers; perennially galloping in the full fervor of life in those inscrutably tingling spaces; which were beyond the definitions of infinite infinity,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Swimmers; profoundly enjoying it only when there was the most truculently devastating storm at sea; when waves as ferociously tall as the sky; intransigently whipped them on every part of their naked form,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Street-Smarts; deplorably spitting an ocean of deplorable slang; at even the most non-receptively robotic bits of concrete in the gutter can,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Robbers; wholesomely dumbfounding the law on every conceivable occasion; stupefying millions of true soldiers with the parasitically profane treachery in their glib heels,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Philanderers; flirting with an infinite women at one given moment; almost proclaiming themselves to have given birth to the entire of the limitless living kind,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Devotees; selflessly beheading the most intriguing of their scalps at the feet of the Almighty Lord; at the slightest of innuendo,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Wrestlers; indefatigably overpowering every element of perceivable weakness in the Universe; with the sheer and most ardent tenacity of their robustly bulging muscle,

Whilst I introduced myself as a hopelessly devastated and irretrievable loser in every commercial aspect of life; but nevertheless and solely as the “Son” of my unconquerably Omnipotent and eternally compassionate mother….

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»The Sound of the Heart

 

The sound of barking dogs brought alongwith it;
overwhelming morbidity; a wave of heinous viciousness;
that indefatigably triggered you to explore the
cannibal entrapped in your conscience,

The sound of cascading rain brought alongwith it;
tantalizing spurts of rhapsody; making you
euphorically gallop forward in the scintillating
exuberance of vibrant life,

The sound of the whistling train brought alongwith it;
the untamed spirit of exhilarating adventure; when you
traversed like a king; incessantly embarking upon an
expedition of sparkling newness,

The sound of the falling leaves brought alongwith it;
a nostalgically forlorn feeling of dilapidation; as
you uncontrollably withered in destructive imagery;
regretfully shunning all corridors of optimistic hope
and bountiful cheer,

The sound of the fulminating volcano brought alongwith
it; a tumultuously vindictive wave of malicious
prejudice; as you sizzled in the unremitting heat of
abhorrent war and parasitic vice,

The sound of the melodious nightingale brought
alongwith it; a wind of stupendously everlasting calm;
blissfully soothing the unfathomable mountain of your
bizarrely frazzled senses; with the ointment of
insatiable empathy,

The sound of the winking eyelids brought alongwith it;
ardent fireballs of mischievous flirtation; as you
surreptitiously philandered behind the sun soaked
hills; with the seductively nubile maidens of your
choice,

The sound of the roaring lion brought alongwith it;
unassailably flamboyant domination; as you blazed more
tenaciously than the orange oven of Sun; basking in
the unsurpassable glory of your benign success,

The sound of the chirping sparrow brought alongwith
it; ebulliently ecstatic jubilation; instilling in you
the uninhibited freedom to envelop yourself in fervent
carpets of unending boisterousness,

The sound of the gurgling fountain brought alongwith
it; harmoniously symbiotic prosperity; which
unequivocally taught you to embrace all tribes
irrespective of religion; caste; creed; in synergistic
unison; and alike,

The sound of the majestic eagle brought alongwith it;
unprecedented puffs of enthrallment; a perennial
desire in you to royally soar through the golden
entrenchment of clouds; breathed in the mists of
desire for times immemorial,

The sound of marching soldiers brought alongwith it;
cloudbursts of irrefutably glorious patriotism; an
intrinsically overpowering sensation in your persona;
to unflinchingly fight for your sacrosanct motherland,

The sound of ticking clock brought alongwith it; a
fathomless civilization of endless meticulousness;
impregnating in you the sagacious pragmatism; to
diligently execute all your duties of the
enigmatically unveiling day,

The sound of the unruly crow brought alongwith it; an
unrelenting ocean of mortifying disgrace; as you felt
like abnegating every iota of charisma and glorious
charm; forever from the innermost recesses of your
impoverished demeanor,

The sound of the reverberating lightening brought
alongwith it; perpetually augmenting and magnetic
excitement; as you felt the inferno of titillating
yearning rise like new born infant; bubbling like
white fire through every ingredient of your crimson
blood,

The sound of singing children brought alongwith it;
impeccably satiny righteousness; profoundly
incinerating in you the immaculate light of timeless
innocence; to be alive as the ultimate harbinger of
benign humanity,

The sound of indolent pigs brought alongwith it;
fading horizons of languidly decaying and capricious
nothingness; as a arrow of wastrel insignificance
perpetuated you from all sides; inevitably drawing
each bone of your dreary countenance; towards a world
of sleep and stinkingly greasy dirt,

The sound of passionate breath brought alongwith it;
an unconquerable dawn of resplendently proliferating
evolution; triggering in you the most priceless desire
to live; and astoundingly procreate boundless more of
your own holistic kind,

And the sound of thunderous heartbeats brought
alongwith it; an immortally everlasting sky of
glistening love; which not only encapsulated you; but
the entire living kind; in irrefutably invincible
threads of ever-pervading humanity….


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»The spearhead of love

 

As much as it overwhelmingly separates,
It bonds you immortally beyond the most passionate
realms of your enchanting imagination….

As much as it rises like a fulminating volcano;
infinite kilometers above the clouds,
It uninhibitedly embraces even the most impoverished
of entity; enlightening the gloomy corridors of
desperation with its glorious festoon of optimistic
rays…

As much as it pacifies like white ice; to the most
ultimate of the hearts content,
It ignites untamed infernos of turbulent desire;
metamorphosing pathetically dwindling souls; into
entities with an infinite lives…

As much as it absorbs the overwhelmingly poignant
emotion lingering in the atmosphere,
It disseminates the spirit of friendship;
indefatigably all across the surface of this
fathomless planet…

As much as it strikes inexplicably like torrential
downpours of vivacious lava,
It promises you a life more blissful than the divine;
fortifying its foundations of benevolent humanity
astoundingly by the unveiling minute…

As much as it makes room for every conceivable fantasy
to circulate intriguingly in the mind,
It harnesses your every goal into a perpetual reality;
catapulting you to the most astronomical summit of
scintillating success…

As much as it perseveres unrelentingly all night and
each instant of the uncouthly sweltering day,
It transits you into a land of stupendous care and
empathy; a paradise where you experience the most
enthralling ingredients of a complete life…

As much as it tantalizes the most pragmatic beyond the
dormitories of sagacious control,
It makes you believe in every step you take;
propelling you to intrepidly defend the unsurpassable
battalion of obstacles that confronted you;
insidiously in your way….

As much as it bequeaths upon you a tenacity of having
wholesomely led countless lives,
It takes you back to the first cry of your infantile
life; making you bounce rhapsodically in the
sacrosanct lap of your mother…

And as much as it melts you in the enigmatic trail of
profusely charismatic seduction,
It unites you with every tangible and intangible
element on this gigantic earth; granting you the
ultimate status of being addressed as a human;
granting you the right to love; to being loved; and
being possessed by it; THE SPEARHEAD OF LOVE…


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»The speed of life

 

I wanted the speed of life to be like swashbuckling
blades of the ceiling
fan,
When I was bustling with euphoric fervor; in the prime
of youth.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the withered
leaves of autumn,
When I was imprisoned in desolation; with traces of
the world far away from my
silhouette.

I wanted the speed of life to be like slowly dribbling
honey,
When I felt secret avenues of energy fading; and my
feet felt drearily
exhausted.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the mesmerizing
and eloquent cuckoo,
When I brusquely got up from sleep; at the outbreak of
evanescent dawn.

I wanted the speed of life to be like slithering
reptiles traversing through
bushy outgrowths of the jungle,
When I was intensely engrossed in artistry and
captivating romance.

I wanted the speed of life to be like hostile blood
leaking in fury; from
fresh wounds,
When I felt my persona submerged in pools of
belligerence; my fists clenched
and clusters of my teeth grimaced like a formidable
fortress.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the
transparently reflecting mirror,
When I felt circumspect to confront loads of
tumultuous sorrow.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the
garrulous tongue,
When I felt like incessantly chattering; disrupting
the synchrony of stillness
with my voice.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the turbulently
flowing Ganges,
When I contemplated on dipping my demeanor into Luke
warm water; and having a
bath.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the plummeting
showers of torrential
rain,
When I set out to conquer the world barefoot; basking
in the spirit of
adventure.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the majestically
gliding eagle in the
sky,
When I envisaged about the harmony of thought; the
blissful symmetry of
existence.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the shrill
ringing of the telephone,
When I nostalgically reminisced the conversations I
had with my beloved on
telephone.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the
painstakingly trespassing desert
camel,
When I was on the threshold of succumbing life; and I
had relinquished the
tenacity of youth.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the brilliantly
burning bulb,
When I was on the course of reaching stupendous
echelons of invincible
stardom.

And I wanted all speeds of life to be transferred to
my fellow beings in acute
distress,
The moment I left for my heavenly abode; to rest
perennially in celestial arms
of the creator.


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»The sun of love was ours

 

The silence was solely hers; inscrutably lingering in
her mesmerizing eyes,

The charisma was solely hers; uninhibitedly dribbling
from each of her compassionately divine senses,

The vivaciousness was solely hers; as she bounced like
a princess in the aisles of unprecedented yearning and
tantalizing desire,

The enigma was solely hers; enshrouding each of her
intriguingly voluptuous eyelashes; like golden rain
pelting down from the skies,

But the chapter of eternal romance was ours; as we
bonded our palms together; unflinchingly rising to
each blissful occasion of life; with our souls
perennially entwined….



The glory was solely hers; as she frolicked like a
queen of unparalleled hearts through the seductively
shimmering meadows of longing,

The charm was solely hers; embellishing each cranny of
her stupendously majestic skin; with magnificently
royal enthrallment,

The fragrance was solely hers; as she diffused the
irrefutable scent of humanity; on each oligarchic step
that she tread,

The intrigue was solely hers; as she blossomed into a
gorgeously brilliant pearl of sunshine; even in the
heart of the murderously treacherous night,

But the perpetually unconquerable understanding was
ours; immortalizing the essence of everlastingly
flaming existence…



The smile was solely hers; as she titillated every
object in tangible and intangible vicinity; with the
tinkling melody in her vibrantly harmonious throat,

The innovation was solely hers; as she evolved a
fabulously fantastic web of mysterious clairvoyance;
with the profuse bewilderment in the whites of her
impeccable eyes,

The beauty was solely hers; when she gyrated like an
ultimate seductress under the marvelously innocuous
moonlight; as the enamoring majesty of the night took
complete control,

The fire was solely hers; as the untamed passion in
her tumultuously vibrant breath; instilled new life in
the most stinkingly dead,

But the mountain of invincibly unshaken belonging was
ours; as we trespassed intrepidly past;
cataclysmically hideous storms and enlightenment;
alike….




The honesty was solely hers; as she massacred even the
most miserly trace of evil; with the emphatically
candid solidarity in her delectable conscience,

The tranquillity was solely hers; as she pacified the
most traumatically agonized of my nerves; with the
Omnipotent melody in her integrally rhapsodic sound,

The grace was solely hers; as every contour of her
heavenly visage; resonated with the immaculately
perfect scent of life,

The empathy was solely hers; as she diffused an
unsurpassably indefatigable ocean of compassion;
embracing all those devastatingly deprived; in the
religion of ubiquitous humanity,

But the immortal Sun of love was ours; as we bonded
insatiably together for infinite more births to come;
proliferating countless of our very own kind….





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»The splinters of love

 

When a conglomerate of thunder clouds collided in the
cosmos,
Infinite splinters of water pelted down in fury;
gently bruising naked patches
of my skin.

When multiple balls of bulky glass clashed with
tumultuous fury,
Acerbic splinters of jagged mirror pierced with
hostile fervor through my
skin; prompting crimson blood to flow.

When I dexterously sliced colossal chunks of tree
lumber with my serrated
pickaxe,
Pulverized splinters of saw dust flew in unsymmetrical
unison; inundating my
eyeball with series of allergy.

When obdurate balls of round steel smashed tenaciously
with each other,
Minuscule splinters of metal settled haphazardly on my
scalp; with
obstreperous cacophony tickling my eardrum.

When I pricked the gargantuan balloon with a rusted
pin; tones of air blew out
at overwhelming speeds,
Soft splinters of rubber descended down on my feet;
and I slipped while
walking inadvertently on the same.

When menacing masses of ice tumbled down the mountain;
they formed a monstrous
avalanche,
Which diffused into incommensurate
splinters after striking
the ground; stabbing my flesh like a quiver full of
arrows.

When I shook a barrel full of fermented cream
vigorously in the air,
Decayed splinters of milk splashed disdainfully across
my face; with a stench
of rotten rat emanating; besieging all in proximity.

When I placed a mammoth elephant tusk in amicable
contact with circulating
blades of the ceiling fan,
Bountiful splinters of powder blended with small bone
infiltrated into my
nostril; making me vociferously sneeze.

When I entered the unscrupulous ambience of the
darkened cloth factory,
Irascible splinters of cotton fiber camouflaged my
cheek; instigating me to
voraciously scratch.

And eventually when the immaculate crystal of her
splendor; burst with a bang
over my forehead,
A myriad of victimized arenas in my silhouette;
relinquished pain instantly,
Wounded avenues of my heart and soul perpetually
healed; after being injected
with splinters of her unprejudiced love.


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»The Sun-Our sole reservoir of strength

 

The most inexplicably ghastliest and torturous of diseases; got wholesomely cured; under its Omnipotently fiery and divinely blazing rays,

The most acrimoniously venomous and meaningless of prejudices; got disdainfully massacred; under its handsomely unflinching and timelessly liberating rays,

The most indiscriminately massacring and terrorizing of wars; became forever non-existent; under its spectacularly virile and majestically emollient rays,

The most diabolically tormenting and unsparing of ghosts; metamorphosed into nothingness; under its Omnisciently royal and fearlessly invincible rays,

The most deliriously demented and sadistic of brains; became righteously blissful; under its jubilantly ecstatic and timelessly ameliorating rays,

The most insanely stinking and lividly battered of shit; became fragrantly meaningful; under its royally ubiquitous and interminably sweltering rays,

The most drearily remorseful and incarcerating of blackness; became optimistic daylight; under its triumphantly sagacious and unchallangably sacred rays,

The most intolerably gory and unpardonable of crimes; got celestial salvation; under its universally benevolent and indefatigably golden rays,

The most peevishly subjugated and imprisoned of veins; became uninhibitedly free; under its magnetically unabashed and extraordinarily flamboyant rays,

The most uncontrollably hedonistic and sinister of obsessions; commenced to march on the path of eternal truth and symbiotism; under its unconquerably beautiful and unflinchingly dazzling rays,

The most sadistically perverted and sacrilegious of imagery; transformed into a paradise of dreams; under its gorgeously Omnipresent and undyingly benign rays,

The most vehemently vengeful and dogmatic of stubbornness; became a gorge of infallible peace; under its vivaciously inimitable and synergistically unabashed rays,

The most ominously lethal and treacherous of rebellion; became holistically compassionate camaraderie; under its bountifully fathomless and undefeatedly honest rays,

The most cadaverously jinxed and cursed of spirits; became miraculously blessing freshness; under its limitlessly extemporizing and spell-bindingly captivating rays,

The most unfortunately unfinished and fretful of desires; became the most successful reality of tomorrow; under its unalterably glowing and synergistically blessed rays,

The most cannibalistically atrocious and heinous of impoverishment; became boundlessly inimitable pricelessness; under its magically glittering and regally insuperable rays,

The most wantonly lecherous and maiming of atheism; became unassailably pristine devotion; under its selflessly victorious and inexhaustibly incomparable rays,

The most disastrously delinquent and castrating infertility; transformed into the ultimate seeds of charismatic evolution; under its unceasingly enlightening and impeccably godly rays,

The most bizarrely crippling and doomed hopelessness; became the winds of exuberantly galloping tomorrow; under its wonderfully effulgent and faultlessly fecund rays,

And inspite of all this; isn’t it strange; that you; me and virtually every other human being on earth; ran away from the everlasting firebody of the Omnipotent Sun; worthlessly complaining that it was a trifle too harsh for our skins; burning us; blackening us; charring us; making us relentlessly perspire; worthlessly slandering the Sun infront of the stupidly lifeless air-conditioner; for salaciously tiring us; whereas it was our sole reservoir of strength; inspiration and power to survive; in veritable reality?

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»The sole reflection of my soul

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The inflated swell of vehicular rubber,
Was with soft rectangular indentations,
Held captive in circular hollow of the tyre,
Traversed speedily along compact metallic roads,
Crushing dry leaves; trampling unkempt wild weeds,
Fixed and stuck to metallic plates,
With radiating spikes; midget spokes of corrugated steel,
Maneuvering sharply across a landscape of barren concrete,
With deft strokes to the driving wheel,
Firm slanted pressure to the compressible gas pedal,
And skillful articulate movement of the gear shit machinery,
The tyre treads raced through wet mud roads,
Leaving behind trails of woven patterns,
Resembling dead sticks of rotten sugarcane,
As a sudden whirring noise encapsulated the atmosphere,
Tons of dust blew; silencing the crux of exuberant activity,
Brakes wailed in cacophonic unison,
Tyre chunks bled against the mass of hardened mud,
Creating asymmetrical rings of disdainful dust,
The main culprit being;
A cluster of iron pins; in hot agony,
Strewn in randomly savage proportions,
Waiting to trap innocent prey of vehicular rubber,
Inserting themselves into the thickened rubber flesh,
Squeezing out macro plumage of air mass; exhausting it to the last drop,
Rendering the spongy sheath of charismatic rubber,
Into distorted piles of mangled junk.
 
»The sole reflection of my soul

 

How could I ever get bored even an infinitesimally
insipid iota?
When I had the perpetually golden rays of the
blistering midday Sun; filter a path of
scintillatingly righteous courage; through every
cranny of my disastrously impoverished demeanor….

How could I ever get bored even an inconspicuously
non-existent trifle?
When I had the gregariously cascading waterfalls of
enlightening froth tickle me profusely from all sides;
trigger in me an insatiably euphoric yearning; to
gallop ecstatically forward; through the fields of
mesmerizing life…

How could I ever get bored even a comically minuscule
whisker?
When I had the voluptuously rustling breeze profoundly
caress each of manipulatively besieged senses;
uninhibitedly freeing me to dance timelessly; till the
boundaries of enchanting eternity…

How could I ever get bored even a diminutively frigid
fraction?
When I had the melodiously ebullient nightingale
singing right on my shoulder; profusely infiltrating
resplendent rays of hope; into my vindictively cold
blooded existence…

How could I ever get bored even a capriciously tiny
speck?
When I had the divinely blooming flowers spinning a
web of majestically astounding artistry all across my
gruesomely bereaved senses; tirelessly drifting me
towards an unfathomable ocean of blissful scent….

How could I ever get bored even a parsimoniously
mercurial bit?
When I had the unfathomable caravan of boisterously
buzzing bees incessantly enshrouding my lifelessly
stoical facial contours; inundate my mockingly dreary
survival with unprecedented enthrallment and tingling
sweetness…

How could I ever get bored even a lackadaisically
lackluster inch?
When I had the fascinatingly ingratiating Moon shimmer
gorgeously on my despondently disheveled flesh;
seductively caress me with unsurpassable fireballs of
magnificently silken delight….

How could I ever get bored even a languidly
inarticulate centimeter?
When I had tantalizingly green meadows nestled with
exotic dew drops to rampantly roll in; expunge each
horrendously frustrated ingredient from my despairing
blood; to handsomely blend with the stupendously
reinvigorating soil….

How could I ever get bored even a ghoulishly
asphyxiated bit?
When I had intransigently aristocratic carpets of
breath embracing my savagely extinguishing nostrils;
irrefutably propelling me each instant to
unflinchingly disseminate the patriotic river of
truth; in every corner of this gigantic earth….

And how could I ever get bored even a trivially
transient second?
When I had your immortally unassailable love
perennially romancing with my nervously fluttering
heartbeats; when I had your marvelously humanitarian
shadow; which had unconquerably become the sole
reflection of my soul….

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