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»The eternal kiss

 

You came as a complete stranger in my life;
tantalizing me an angel with your mystical flurry of
exotic smiles,
While today you had become the glistening empathy in
my eyes; the tears of rhapsody that I oozed
unrelentingly; as the skies showered rain on parched
soil….

You came as a complete stranger in my life; seducing
me every now and again; with your enchanting shadow
that swept nimbly past my dwindling countenance,
While today you had become every smile that
passionately besieged my crimson lips; the mesmerizing
pink that perennially enveloped its tragically
devastated contours…

You came as a complete stranger in my life; retreating
your palms mischievously; even as I brushed past their
immaculate fingers like a crown prince,
While today you had become the color of my robust
skin; the incredulously dancing pores that crept on my
flesh; as I rejoiced in an everlasting dance; till the
realms of eternity…

You came as a complete stranger in my life; disclosing
to me your ethereal glimpse; as I frantically groped
and stared into the winds of remotely infinite
oblivion,
While today you had become the only hope that I
harbored and possessed in my life; the perpetual ray
of optimistic light; which was my ultimate savior
wherever I went…

You came as a complete stranger in my life;
flirtatiously whispering into my ears; as the Sun
gloriously dimmed its light beyond the scarlet
horizons,
While today you had become each word that I explicitly
spoke; the melodious fountain of wonderful rhyme; that
compassionately emanated from deep within my throat….

You came as a complete stranger in my life; pinching
me on my cheek; and then disappearing entirely as the
winds ferociously rebelled away from my shriveled
visage,
While today you become each dream I perceived; each
zenith I kept indefatigably achieving; as the world
deteriorated in morbid caverns of manipulative
malice….

You came as a complete stranger in my life; tempting
me like a voluptuously titillating mirage; into the
innermost depths of untamed wilderness,
While today you had become the paths which I
majestically rolled on; the silken carpet of dewdrops
that tingled me beyond the most unprecedented summit
of ecstasy; as darkness unveiled…

You came as a complete stranger in my life; igniting
passionate webs of insatiable desire; the instants I
witnessed your charismatically fading form,
While today you had become every droplet of water I
slurped down my mouth; the very reason that I inhaled
breath; as all in this colossal planet were inevitably
dying…

You came as a complete stranger in my life; winking at
me voraciously with your enigmatically mysterious
looks,
While today you had become the irrefutably righteous
voice of my conscience; propelling me
philanthropically to serve all mankind…

And you came as a complete stranger in my life; making
me entirely unknown to your religion and form; as I
stumbled head on upon your footprints; towards the
obdurately treacherous ground,
While today you had become the eternal kiss of my
existence; the immortal love which entrenched my heart
so formidably; that it kept throbbing; even as my soul
had bonded entirely with the Creator…


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»The exact definition of Anti Terrorism-Immortal Love….

 

Whatever’s Love in its most Immortally fructifying and blissfully embracing form; is infact the exact; comprehensive and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most infallibly heavenly and faithfully invincible form; is infact the exact; honest and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most pristinely uninhibited and compassionately unabashed form; is infact the exact; transparent and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most brilliantly blazing and eternally egalitarian form; is infact the exact; unchallangable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most ecstatically peerless and royally ameliorating form; is infact the exact; impregnable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most Omnisciently blessing and symbiotically ever-pervading form; is infact the exact; indisputable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most triumphantly effulgent and resplendently sparkling form; is infact the exact; unfettered and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most unconquerably mellifluous and timelessly healing form; is infact the exact; unprejudiced and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most perennially innocuous and vibrantly enthralling form; is infact the exact; unalterable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most perpetually spawning and magically proliferating form; is infact the exact; panoramic and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most everlastingly synergistic and regally harboring form; is infact the exact; unobstructed and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most enchantingly celestial and ubiquitously mollifying form; is infact the exact; uninterrupted and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most astoundingly victorious and timelessly harmonious form; is infact the exact; undying and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most unbelievably charismatic and unlimitedly rhapsodic form; is infact the exact; refreshing and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most incredulously magnetic and inherently fortified form; is infact the exact; perspicacious and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most pricelessly natural and unflinchingly bestowing form; is infact the exact; unceasing and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most undefeated benign and tirelessly uniting form; is infact the exact; inimitable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most altruistically contenting and bountifully miraculous form; is infact the exact; unassailable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most immortally unhindered and fantastically liberating form; is infact the exact; unshakable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

So the next time you need to exactly define Anti Terrorism; please don’t open your lugubriously monotonous dictionaries for a word so spell bindingly quelling as this; please directly take its most fearless definitions from the chapters of Immortal Love; instead…

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»The exotic effect of air

 

The cool and stupendous effect the air has,
Can never be got by poisonous nerve gas.
The exotic effect of soft blue air,
Cane never be obtained by mechanized gear.
But O! when the air becomes black and swollen,
It yields riches like a dried pollen.
Its lost in its thoughts which never come true,
Due to the incessant quarrel between the two.
The air finally comes down on earth with great force,
To cover the distance of its natural course.
 
»The final thought

 

ONLY IN A WORLD of freedom can a child unfold and
bloom,
For it is his birthright not to be gloomy.


He cries and says let me go away,
For he shows corrupt masses of elderly his own natural
way.


He takes a pledge to be always free,
He expresses this thought of his with lots of glee.


He breaks an object with inanimate ease,
For to do new things he has a long lease.


A smile spreads on naughty outlines of his face,
For he is living at the will of others grace.


An anxious look creeps in his large innocent eyes,
For he is existing in a world of money sucking flies.


At last he makes one final thought,
To reject the elders who gave him broth.




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»The final verdict

 

I draped my silhouette in flowing robes of immaculate
silk,
With golden brooches extruding out from the
exquisitely stitched chicken
collar,
An aromatic rose embossed solitarily in the upper
pocket,
With the piquant musk cologne diffusing haphazardly
from my cheek,
And a conspicuous triangle of sandalwood luminating
large on tender regions of
my forehead.

When I came in proximity with a leper; he passed
eloquent remarks commenting,
On the impeccable complexion exhibited by my radiantly
supple skin.

When I confronted a person bereft of sight; he
scrupulously appreciated,
The sonorous crispness that was incorporated in my
stringent voice.

When I inadvertently collided with a pedestrian;
divested of the gift of sound
and speech,
He exorbitantly admired the varsity of blended color
that was visible to the
naked eye.

When I traversed past a person; walking with crutches
to support his mutilated
leg,
He cast lingering glances towards the bulging muscle
that clung to my
impregnable feet.

When I encountered a ragamuffin beggar; strolling
through the vacant street,
He riveted his gaze cupidly towards the prominent
projections in my trouser
pocket.

When I met an illiterate individual; using his ink
coated thumb to sign a
sheaf of documents,
He glanced at me with abhorrent prejudice; cursing my
dexterous ability to
write and speak.

When I came in close association with an opulent
businessman,
He gauged me suspiciously; contemplating various
sources of my possible
income.

When I came in cahoots with a professionally
acknowledged wrestler,
He clasped my wrist in his invincible grip; thereby
testing eventual
aftermath's of my grip.

When I came face to face with a belligerent soldier,
He made ludicrous mockery of my attire; haughtily
envisaging his own dress on
the border.

When I came abreast of a rustic villager; carrying a
bludgeon in his hand,
He stared unrelentingly; praising the contemporary
styling of my clothes.

And finally when I met the girl I loved; she said I
was looking voluptuously
enchanting,
Flooding a myriad of open spaces on my shirt with
passionate kisses,
I then fell in an enigmatic trance; disdainfully
shrugging the opinions of a
host of people I had previously encountered, with
bountiful arenas in my mind
considering her remarks as the 'THE FINAL VERDICT'.


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»The first and the last name

 

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which diabolically asphyxiates every ounce of felicity; every unfurling instant of robust existence,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which criminally crucifies even the most evanescent insinuation of invincibly sparkling truth,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which unsavorily and indefatigably slanders the very crux of majestically fructifying existence,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which venomously prejudices even the most inseparable relations of sacrosanct blood,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which chauvinistically lambastes you till even beyond the realms of hedonistically devastating hell,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which annihilates even the most insouciant of your desire to compassionately befriend your mates in duress,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which renders you as the most bawdily pathetic beggar; even after you’d mastered every single virtue of unconquerable honesty,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which wholesomely pulverizes every iota of philanthropic goodness; intrinsically augmenting in your freshly born soul,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which vindictively demolishes even the most unassailably replenished of civilizations; like inanely decrepit matchsticks,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which engenders such a preposterously disgusting stench; that there spreads nothing else but a morass of incorrigibly satanic hatred,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which has its non-existent roots profusely soaked in nothing else; but a disheveled drainpipe of blood; blood and only gorily sacrilegious blood,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which foments even the most inimitably holistic of man; to unforgivably metamorphose into an indiscriminately rampaging terrorist,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which salaciously plunders every aspect of symbiotic survival; with the coffins of unsparingly treacherous enmity,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which perpetuates even the most passionately venerated of blood; to worthlessly slaver into the aisles of wantonly pugnacious nothingness,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which no doubt allows you to parade in palaces of sanctimoniously glittering gold; but bereft of the even the tiniest beat in your god-gifted heart,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which limitlessly tortures the most invisible of your ghost; even after you abdicated veritable breath and died,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which forever transforms the most fearlessly infallible of your signature; into that of the horrifically marauding devil,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which is more insanely worthless than licentious meaninglessness; but which has the uncanny power to make every caste; creed; religion; and tribe; mercilessly bleed until death,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which is unanimously disliked; castigated and shrugged by every form of the Omnipotent Creator; in the cosmos and Universe divine,

But ever since the time that this earth has been evolved out of obsolete air; and by the grace of the Omniscient Lord Almighty; right until the moment it continues to enchantingly breathe; symbiotically palpitate; astoundingly proliferate; celestially bless and undauntedly survive,




The FIRST and LAST name of life; has been; is; and shall forever and ever and ever continue to be love; love and only blessedly “Immortal Love”


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»The first cries

 

It was a moment which had blissfully bestowed all
astounding beauty of this colossal Universe; in our
diminutively impoverished laps,

It was a moment which impregnated such an exhilarating
cheer to our cheeks; that we became wholesomely
oblivious; to even the most infinitesimal definition
of bizarre sadness,

It was a moment which perpetually annihilated even the
tiniest iota of our guilt; inundating our frantically
traumatized souls; with the marvelously ingratiating
melody of the; enthralling atmosphere,

It was a moment which miraculously transformed the
treacherously sullen contours of our defeated faces;
into the blazingly triumphant fireball; of Omnipotent
sunshine,

It was a moment which bountifully transpired the most
eclectic artist from our bereaved bloodstreams;
articulately molding us into an entrenchment of
stupendously vivacious beauty and unparalleled charm,

It was a moment which blessed us with the Herculean
tenacity; to smilingly confront; even the most
acrimoniously vicious disaster; in inscrutable life,

It was a moment which brought back an ocean of
unbelievable empathy in our manipulatively prejudiced
eyes; eternally taught us to compassionately coalesce
with all resplendent mankind,

It was a moment which indefatigably triggered us to
enchantingly sing and dance; exuberantly gyrate our
nimble forms forever; under the voluptuously seductive
curtain of; milky midnight,

It was a moment which perpetuated us to wholeheartedly
laugh; magnificently express the inner most of our
feelings; to symbiotically exist as one for centuries
immemorial,

It was a moment which Omnisciently took away even the
most horrifically remorseful of our grief; perennially
enveloping us in the swirl of; divinely mesmerizing
existence,

It was a moment which majestically swept us of our
drearily tyrannized feet; to timelessly soar in the
paradise of; ravishingly charismatic togetherness,

It was a moment which made us live each second to the
most stupendously unprecedented limits; sagaciously
realize the most exotically wonderful essence; of
gloriously Omnipresent life,

It was a moment which instilled in us an untamed
spirit of unconquerable pride; a cloud of blissful
contentment which even the greatest of God’s in the
cosmos; found hard to believe,

It was a moment which spell bindingly redefined every
languidly insidious element of our miserable
existence; fulfilling even the most evanescent of our
wishes; with the heavenly replenishment of this entire
planet,

It was a moment which transited us back into realms of
our very own impeccable childhood; far away from the
vagaries of this salaciously corrupt Universe; and
frolicking in the lap of our Mother to our absolute
heart’s content,

It was a moment which regally transformed every tear
from our despicably withering eye; into a priceless
jewel of uncrowned glory; showering synergistic
prosperity on every step that we transgressed,

It was a moment which fulminated the fire of
irrefutable truth in our invidiously beleaguered
conscience; tirelessly propelling us forward; to unite
every scattered thread on this gigantic planet; in the
light of celestial righteousness,

It was a moment which beautifully enshrouded us with
unassailable whirlwinds of sensuously ecstatic breath;
wholesomely disassociating us from the chapter of
lugubriously ghastly death,

And it was a moment which unequivocally made us the
richest organisms on this Universe; ironically without
a penny in our rudimentary pockets;
As the first cries of our freshly born daughter;
embedded its godly impression in our joyous hearts;
for infinite more births yet to come; and imparted us
with the ardor to exist; forever and ever and ever…..


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»The first one

 

WHY DID YOU stare at me with profound hostility;
trying to devour me uncouthly with your ghastly
expression?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to wipe off my tears; as I hurt myself
on the floor and started to cry.


Why did you kick me ruthlessly with your feet; abusing
me incessantly with a volley of horrendous expletives?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to protect me; as scores of burglars
attacked me viciously with their pairs of gleaming
knives.


Why did you scorn at me in utter disdain; refraining
to talk to me no matter how vehemently I pleaded?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to sing umpteenth number of songs
melodiously in my ears; to put me off to blissful
sleep.


Why did you starve me of food; hid all baskets of
fruits in the house as I frantically groped for them
at midnight?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to steal appetizing food from the
neighborhood; in order to satiate my taste buds; the
moment I let out a string of hysterical squeals.


Why did you frown at me in overwhelming irritation;
drenching my clothes completely by hoisting at them
your pails of colored yolk,
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to dress me up again; iron the garments
I was about to wear to the most meticulous of
perfection.


Why did you mischievously embody the bed I was going
to sleep with a flurry of thorns; leaving a fleet of
red ants of dauntingly march through?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to apply the balm of your love on my
wounds; swipe the last iota of dirt with sheer
contempt outside our house.


Why did you puncture the tyre of my car as I was about
to leave for office; deflating the last bit of air
trapped robustly inside?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to carry me upon your shoulders; take me
wherever I wanted; sequestering me from the
acrimonious world; behind the cushion of your
voluptuous hair.


Why did you insult me in a group at the riverside
party; ostracizing me for not having worn clothes of
the matching color?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to apologize to all; and then
proclaiming loud and stringent to the world; that your
husband was the best of all.


Why did you try and snatch my children away from me;
trying to possess them more than anyone else in this
world?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to recount to them tales of my childhood
adventures; the path I undertook in life to achieve
the corridors of success.


And why did you leave me; domineeringly banging the
door in my face; cursing your destiny at the top of
your lungs for marrying me in the first place?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to inevitably turn back with fiery love
swirling in your eyes; comprehending the passion in my
heart; and lock yourself in my embrace for
times immemorial….


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»The first thing I would do

 

If I were a ferocious panther the first thing I would do; was devour my
prey
with unprecedented relish,
Then sleep in my den in the heart of the jungle cloistered from acrid
light;
impregnating the atmosphere with my snores.


If I were an inconspicuous mosquito the first thing I would do; was to
extract
parsimonious amounts of blood from supple complexioned flesh,
Then buzz incessantly in vicinity of the eardrum; driving the
individual to
the threshold of raw indignation.


If I were a long legged spider the first thing I would do; was to weave
my
silken web with the sticky gel in my belly,
Then patiently wait for innocuous insects to get trapped in; before
pulverizing them to succulent pulp.


If I were a handsome grey lizard the first thing I would do; was to
stealthily
pounce on my victim; strangulating it with my coherently synchronized
teeth,
Then perching myself in hidden cavities of the tube light; laboriously
try and
swallow my sumptuous meal.

If I were an indolent cow grazing on the hills the first thing I would
do; was
to munch lush green grass protruding from the soil,
Then spend marathon hours chewing the same; succeeded by an afternoon
siesta;
with the sun shining in my eyes.

If I were a preposterously huge elephant wandering through the swampy
marshes;
the first thing I would do; was submerge my trunk in water; evacuating
colossal amounts of the solvent,
Then sprinkling the same with equanimity and brute power; on all
animals in
the surrounding.

If I were a disdainfully colored cockroach the first thing I would do;
was to
swish my tentacles rampantly in exuberance,
Then cling as tightly as possible to inner seams of the lavatory seat;
waiting
for dawn to descend in utter exasperation.

If I were a enchanting cuckoo the first thing I would do; was to
adroitly flex
vocal chords deep down in my throat,
Inundating the ambience with melodious music; profoundly enjoying the
aftermath of the same.

If I were a heinous criminal the first thing I would do; was to
sabotage prime
property,
Stripping the overwhelmingly rich of their affluence; philandering all
throughout the night under sleazy lights of the blaring discotheque.

If I were a normal human being the first thing I would do; was to find
the
inevitable love of my life,
Incarcerate the same for the remaining time till I breathed air;
dedicate my
entire time towards protection of her being.

And If I were the omniscient creator the first thing I would do; was to
annihilate all poverty and suffering,
Make sure that all those living continued to live in perpetual
contentment;
for decades immemorial.


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»The first thing, the only thing

 

When I opened my eyes; the first thing that they
sighted in this entire Universe; was your
charismatically mesmerizing shadow,
While after I fell fast asleep; the enigma in your
swirl was the only wave that profusely entrenched me;
wholesomely blending with your enthralling beauty for
times immemorial…

When I opened my hands; the first thing that they
caressed in this entire Universe; was your
magnetically enchanting skin,
While after I clenched them into a passionate fist;
the only memories that they cherished were your
impeccably vibrant impressions; which granted them the
unfathomable tenacity to philander for times beyond
eternity…

When I opened my lips; the first thing they kissed in
this entire Universe; were your voluptuously rubicund
cheeks,
While after I austerely pursed them; the only reason
that they smiled for; were your emphatically vivacious
expressions; the everlasting melody which emanated
from deep within your throat…

When I opened my nostrils; the first thing that I
inhaled in this entire Universe; was your enticingly
ravishing and stupendously drifting scent,
While after I perpetually closed them; the only
optimism they harbored was your Omnipotently
augmenting aura; lost in its mystical charm for
infinite more births yet to unveil…

When I opened my hair; the first thing that I imbibed
in this entire Universe; was your impregnably unending
conviction,
While after I clamped them into an incarcerated heap;
the only excitement that they could absorb was the
tingling rhapsody of your breath; making them steer
into a land of silken beauty and ecstatic
enthrallment…

When I opened my ears; the first thing that they heard
in this entire Universe; were your divinely footsteps;
exuberantly thundering through the wilderness,
While after I pulverized them to stone deaf; they only
maneuvered to your flurry of exotic commands; turning
wholesomely oblivious to the tunes of the uncouthly
manipulative society…

When I opened my mouth; the only thing I could savor
in this entire Universe; was your insatiably
proliferating and alluring freshness,
While after I stringently clenched it; the only power
that propelled me to exist without a morsel of food;
yet as the strongest organism alive; was your
astoundingly philanthropic benevolence…

When I opened my mind; the first thing that I
fantasized was about your Omnipresently Godly soul,
While after I ruthlessly shut it down; the only dream
it unrelentingly perceived was that of your sacrosanct
visage; which cast a perennial spell; upon every
element in my blood for boundless times…

And when I opened my heart; the first thing that it
relentlessly throbbed for on this entire Universe; was
the cadence of your intriguingly passionate persona,
While after I irrevocably closed its doors; the only
thing it immortally lived for; was your uninhibited
love; forever and ever and ever….


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