Monthly Archives: April 2016

I endlessly kept committing a pathetic graveyard of flagrant idiosyncrasies; just so that you could correct me; with the eternally magical righteousness in your bountiful voice,

I endlessly kept tossing and turning on the coldbloodedly laconic floor; just so that you could put me to heavenly sleep; with the compassionately timeless sensuousness in your tantalizing fingers,

I endlessly kept speaking derogatorily insipid lies; just so that you could Omnipotently enlighten me; with the essence of unassailably glorious truth in your
unflinching stride,

I endlessly kept myself egregiously emaciated; just so that you could majestically placate my every desire; with the fortress of invincible camaraderie in your
impeccable eyes,

I endlessly kept nonchalantly staring at meaningless bits of barren sky; just so that you could stupefy me to the most unprecedented limits; with the mesmerizing
cadence in your magnetic senses,

I endlessly kept maliciously abusing whosoever I encountered in my way; just so that you could teach me to be civilized; with the principles of priceless humanity ubiquitously disseminating from your every breath,

I endlessly kept fretting and fuming at everything that was laid my way; just so that you could marvelously quell all my lunatic restlessness; with the regally silken charisma of your soul,

I endlessly kept executing the most abashing of spelling mistakes; just so that you could aristocratically enrich me; with your insuperably magnificent power of linguistics,

I endlessly kept myself drearily dirty and languishing like a chunk of insipid shit; just so that you could rejuvenate even the most infinitesimal of my traumatized senses; with the insatiable exuberance in your victorious leap,

I endlessly kept bruising myself without the slightest rhyme or reason; just so that you could perennially anoint my disastrously slavering wounds; with the religion of impregnable humanity in your divinely palms,

I endlessly kept agnostically repenting every beautiful moment of my life; just so that you could ingratiatingly drift me towards the skies of the unconquerably Omniscient Lord; with your spirit of patriotically blazing freedom,

I endlessly kept impudently slandering my revered elders; just so that you could royally mitigate me from the crutches of crucifying mercilessness; with the unbelievably altruistic tranquility enshrouding your humble existence,

I endlessly kept ridiculing the most handsomely symbiotic ideals of creation; just so that you could make me blend with the celestial rudiments of my creation; with the goodness of your magnanimously sacred spontaneity,

I endlessly kept skeptically surmising about even the most harmonious of saints; just so that you could beautifully filter the acrimonious dirt from my mind; with your undauntedly untamed conviction,

I endlessly kept sadistically victimizing my own self; just so that you could perpetually guide me towards the most wonderfully replenishing salvation of my life; with the carpet of your resplendently embellished desires,

I endlessly kept uncontrollably shivering under the deathly chill of the scurrilously vindictive night; just so that you could entwine me in your splendidly humanitarian warmth; with the inferno of boundless desire rampantly simmering in every pore of your skin,

I endlessly kept preposterously indulging myself into a plethora of imperiling vices; just so that you could metamorphose my entire personality into that of a
synergistically innocuous organism; with the mantra of ebullient triumph radiating unstoppably from your eyelashes,

I endlessly kept forgetting even the most quintessentially vital things; just so that you could pamper the child in me to the most unfathomable fullest; inundate my diminutively impoverished life with the limitless happiness in your everlasting soul,

And I endlessly kept trying to extinguish every speck of my beleaguered existence; just so that you could incarcerate my penuriously quavering senses in the
entrenchment of your immortally blessing love; blissfully uniting our lives in holy matrimony; for times even after infinite more births of ours yet to come.

If God gave them just one wish; then the gruesomely blind; would irrefutably ask for majestically glorious mirrors of explicit sight,

If God gave it just one wish; then the treacherously scorched desert; would irrefutably ask for cloudbursts of tumultuously rhapsodic and bountiful rain,

If God gave them just one wish; then the devastatingly dumb; would irrefutably ask for stupendously captivating melody; drifting like an angel from his deprived mouth,

If God gave them just one wish; then the disastrously dying; would irrefutably ask for blooming anecdotes of a blissful life,

If God gave it just one wish; the abominably stinking gutter; would irrefutably ask for ingratiating scent and stupendously royal charm,

If God gave it just one wish; then the overwhelmingly distraught spider crippled badly on soil; would irrefutably ask for silvery strands of fathomlessly
mesmerizing web,

If God gave it just one wish; then the perpetually still and ghastly corpse; would irrefutably ask for perennial waterfalls of euphoric life,

If God gave it just one wish; then the truculently shattered mirror; would irrefutably ask for being a scintillating blanket of glass once again; shimmering in the aisles of insatiable desire and grandiloquent opulence,

If God gave it just one wish; then the pathetically devastated and frigidly soggy branch; would irrefutably ask for astoundingly proliferating into a handsome flurry of intoxicating green leaves; mystically blending with the winds,

If God gave them just one wish; then the irrevocably stone deaf; would irrefutably ask for even the most infinitesimally sensitive wave of sound; to tantalizingly tingle each of their saddened senses,

If God gave them just one wish; then the agonizingly stumbling maim; would irrefutably ask for robust pairs of astutely galloping legs; transporting them
triumphantly; to the ultimate zenith of enthralling paradise,

If God gave it just one wish; then the acrimoniously bitter cactus; would irrefutably ask for a mountain of resplendent silk; to wholesomely camouflage its murderously sinister persona,

If God gave it just one wish; then the insurmountably rusty knife; would irrefutably ask for piquantly pepped up sharpness; slicing with astronomical ease through the most obdurately stony vegetable skin,

If God gave him just one wish; then the profusely castigated artist; would irrefutably ask for every cranny of this monotonously lackadaisical planet; to be enshrouded with the magic of his ebullient craftsmanship,

If God gave it just one wish; then the invidiously strangulate lip; would irrefutably ask for an unsurpassable ocean of celestially endowing smiles,

If God gave them just one wish; then the incomprehensibly old and withering; would irrefutably ask for those euphoric moments of their lives which they cherished the most; a blissful place to eternally rest in wonderful heaven,

If God gave it just one wish; then the nostalgically magnificent photograph; would irrefutably ask to marvelously rejoice all those beautifully enchanting moments; till times beyond immortal reality,

If God gave it just one wish; then the uncouthly kicked beggar on the streets; would irrefutably ask for boundless treasuries; overflowing with fabulous silk and a sky showering glittering diamonds on every step that he tread,

And if God gave me just one wish; then my impoverishedly betrayed heart; would irrefutably ask for love; love; and only impregnable love; invincibly making me laugh in the face of bizarre adversity; achieving the most fulfilling mission of my destined
life.

Just one smile of hers; was enough to make me forget my ocean of unprecedented sorrow,

Just one tear of hers; was enough to make me melt in meek submission on the cold ground,

Just one word of hers; was enough to make me perceive the entire Universe; drown into an ocean of boundless enchantment,

Just one dimple of hers; was enough to make me profoundly admire beauty; uninhibitedly engulf myself into a fabulous paradise,

Just one shadow of hers; was enough to make me solve all enigmas of life; immensely simplify my incredulously complicated existence,

Just one finger of hers; was enough to make me become oblivious to my entire body; become completely immune to the most bizarre of pain,

Just one hair of hers; was enough to make me imagine the most spell binding images incarcerated in this world; the ravishing softness and poignant melody lingering in the atmosphere,

Just one lip of hers; was enough to make me swirl in tumultuously passionate desire; make me perpetually long for sweet nectar entrapped in the golden beehives,

Just one shout of hers; was enough to make me forget all my fears; stand like an invincible fortress in the way of whatever was trying to invidiously harm her,

Just one leg of hers; was enough to make me astoundingly gasp; ignite dormant infernos sleeping lazily in my soul,

Just one whistle of hers; was enough to make me ecstatically dance; gyrate my body uncontrollably under the pearly midnight moon,

Just one tongue of hers; was enough to make me gruesomely famished; long for all the tantalizing food that sizzled on this planet,

Just one fist of hers; was enough to make me envisage about all the muscle that wandered on this globe; generated impregnable power in my supremely dreary
bones,
Just one eye of hers; was enough to make me indulge in astronomically flirtatious mischief; tease the grass stalks and whatever else came my way; as I languidly
trespassed on chocolate brown soil,

Just one look of hers; was enough to make me to forget my reflection; profusely blend myself with the titillating mascara adorning her lashes,

Just one scent of hers; was enough to make me to condemn all other perfume; inhale her enamoring persona for fathomless decades to unleash,

Just one breath of hers; was enough to make me swoon on the ground; transform into a celestial reverie for times immemorial,

Just one heart beat of hers; was enough to make me overwhelmingly love; gather all the strength and tenacity required to fight for existence,

And just one stare of hers; was enough to make me relinquish palpable life; pack my bag for the royal heavens and die.

Life is an amalgamation of infinite emotions; perpetual happiness is just one of them,

Life is a blend of infinite scents; the fragrance of invincible success is just one of them,

Life is a labyrinth of infinite paths; the road to irrefutable truth is just one of them,

Life is a rainbow of infinite colors; the shade of profound empathy is just one of them,

Life is a cloud of infinite perceptions; seductively ravishing fantasy is just one of them,

Life is a conglomerate of infinite flames; unrelenting passion is just one of them,

Life is a combination of infinite winds; the air of boisterous rhapsody is just one of them,

Life is a compilation of infinite words; vivacious newness is just one of them,

Life is a quiver full of infinite arrows; the dagger of blissful contentment is just one of them,

Life is a forest of infinite berries; the fruit of selfless sacrifice is just one of them,

Life is a calendar of infinite dates; the day of fresh birth is just one of them,

Life is a coalition of infinite rivers; the waters of heavenly prosperity are just one of them,

Life is an assimilation of infinite anecdotes; an encounter with exuberant adventure is
just one of them,

Life is a journey of infinite moods; amicably smiling lips is just one of them,

Life is a mountain of infinite burrows; the cave of unfathomable enchantment is
just one of them,

Life is a myriad of infinite pearls; the jewel of self purification is just one of them,

Life is a wall of infinite mirrors; the glass candidly portraying an explicit identity is
just one of them,

Life is a whirlpool of infinite patterns; the dance of perennially euphoric triumph is
just one of them,

Life is a consortium of infinite feelings; the element of benevolent care is
just one of them,

Life is a hill with infinite summits; the peak of astronomically fortified conviction is
just one of them,

Life is an ocean of philosophies; the perspective of independent existence is
just one of them,

Life is an agglomerate of infinite shapes and forms; the contours of impeccable beauty are just one of them,

Life is a tornado of infinite messengers; the harbinger of everlasting peace is
just one of them,

Life is a garden of infinite virtues; immortally unconquerable love is just one of them,

And life is a culmination of infinite beats; the rhythm of the passionately palpitating heart is just one of them

There were an infinite fraternities of scents available to wonderfully mollify just one of my disdainfully agitated armpit; wholesomely transcend over the dreadfully preposterous stench emanating,

There were an infinite shades of mascara available to stupendously enthrall just one of my obnoxiously beleaguered eyelash; engender it to marvelously outshine every maelstrom; tornado or the fiercest of inexorable rain,

There were an infinite colors of lipstick available to fantastically embellish just one my fretfully grotesque lip; grant it the status of a gloriously uncrowned fairy; for centuries unprecedented,

There were an infinite shapes of swords available to majestically brandish my just one of my disparagingly bereaved bone; make it feel like patriotically blazing and invincible warriors; even against the most acrimoniously cannibalistic of attack,

There were an infinite synchronizations of music available to sensuously titillate just one of my hedonistically emaciated eardrum; replenish its compassionate hollows with the most unbelievably mellifluous and rhapsodically tantalizing sounds,

There were an infinite textbooks of sagaciously perspicacious literature available to beautifully enlighten just one my horrendously illiterate senses; blissfully metamorphose even the most inconspicuous trace of lecherous nothingness in my soul; into a fountain of Omnipotent learning,

There were an infinite varieties of exotically iridescent pearls available to handsomely adorn just one of the gorily sinister contours of my hapless neck; transform it into a royal queen’s necklace for as long as this planet existed,

There were an infinite curvatures of sun-glass available to incredulously sequester just one of my truculently blood-shot eye; hypnotize it into a paradise of arcane seduction; even under the most savagely blistering rays of the sweltering mid-day
Sun,

There were an infinite forms of titillating wine available to liberate just one of my satanically incarcerated senses; foment me to uninhibitedly express my miserably lambasted inner self,

There were an infinite fabulous dreams available to profoundly rekindle my just one part of my hedonistically whipped mind; catapult me to a land more higher and handsome than unbelievably celestial paradise,

There were an infinite scrumptious delicacies available to marvelously placate just one pang of rapaciously growling hunger in my stomach; making me feel as the most pricelessly contented organism on this Universe; after I consumed the same with untamed gusto,

There were an infinite dials of luminously trendy watches available to regally adorn just one of my uncontrollably quavering wrist; enthrallingly binding it in the righteously punctilious definitions of discerning time,

There were an infinite silhouettes of bewitchingly titillating vixens available to timelessly arouse just one cranny of my drearily despondent flesh; transport
me into the corridors of Kingly cloud nine; for countless more births of mine,

There were an infinite molds of aristocratic candles available to beautifully enlighten just one of my disparagingly dolorous and ignominiously slandering night; make me feel like the ultimate silken Moon shimmering brilliantly on the trajectory of boundless earth,

There were an infinite cylinders of quintessentially artificial blood and breath available to Omnipotently reinvigorate just one of my horrendously dying form; bestow me upon with cardinal pints of divinely life,

There were an infinite brands of astounding blades available to stringently scrap just one whisker of unceremoniously bedraggled beard from my cheeks; rendering them more immutably sparkling than the candidly scintillating mirrors,

There were an infinite springs of redolent water available to bathe and amazingly quench just one element of my sordidly disheveled skin; annihilate even the most mercurial speck of unsolicited alien dirt from my disgustingly crumbling persona,

There were an infinite types of state-of-the-art fabric available to compassionately embrace just one of my impoverishedly trembling caricature; impregnate in it the tenacity to face even the most wretchedly freezing of circumstance,

Paradoxically; just one girl on this entire unending Universe; none other but just one girl out of countless girls symbiotically existing; was available; was enough to bless and insuperably bond with an infinite beats of my unsurpassably passionate and
relentlessly wandering heart; for an infinite more births of mine.

No ornaments of gold needed; to embellish my body,

No chunks of land needed; for me to tread blissfully on this earth,

No flames of fire needed; to warm me and illuminate my night,

No streams of water needed; to wash myself and rejuvenate my senses to the pinnacle of ecstasy,

No island of Sun needed; to impart warmth to my life,

No strawberry sweets needed; to placate my dying taste buds,

No rainbow in the sky needed; to vivaciously glimmering my eyes,

No sparkling slabs of glass needed; in which I could sight my reflection,

No salt needed; to add pinches of exotic taste to my food,

No grandiloquent watch needed; to accurately apprise me of every second unleashing,

No enchanting music needed; to pacify my agitated senses,

No tantalizing dance needed; to wake me up from dreary sleep,

No gaudy clothes needed; to sequester me from bizarre cold,

No morsels of rice and curd needed to appease my insatiable hunger,

No spurious armory of smiles needed; to unrelentingly shower upon me droplets of pure rain,

No tears of empathy needed; to sympathize with me in my times of affliction and distress,

No books of literature needed to; enrich my knowledge about the historical times,

No cherries and wine needed; to entertain me beyond the point of no control,

No draughts of cool air needed; to wipe of the sweat trickling down my nape,

No bundles of currency needed; to execute all my desires to lavishly spend,
No bombastic attention needed; to escalate me to the corridors of supreme fame,

No cushions of grass needed; to shield my feet from a ground laid with acerbic thorns,

No blood needed; to circulate in my body granting me the tenacity to gush forward,

No ideals needed; to chisel a new and philosophical chapter in life,

No lights needed; to guide me ahead after stringently breaking through the darkness of the gruesome night,

No palaces needed; to serve me oligarchic cuisine; with the triangular crown placed fancily on my head,

No bones needed; to fortify my body; grant me the resilience to fight against the uncouth society,

No garlands needed; to felicitate me sanctimoniously; loud speakers announcing my presence in every road and street,

No dreams needed; to tingle the chords of rampant imagination; place me in a paradise of lost fairies,

No love needed; to maneuver me into a world of passionate romance; ignite unburned desires of my soul,

No breath needed; to peacefully meditate; carry on the chapter of harmonious existence,

just me and my CREATOR; staring profoundly at each Other; with my head knelt in meek submission in His lap; and the omnipotent power in His palms; besieging my heart with perennial happiness; putting me to an eternal sleep; with the world failing miserably this time to disturb me.

Just touching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were brutally forcing her,

Just winking at her doesn’t mean; that you were perpetually proposing her,

Just playing with her voluptuous hair; doesn’t mean that you compassionately cared about her,

Just staring into her rubicund eyes; doesn’t mean that you understood every iota of her pain,

Just sitting beside her enchanting grace; doesn’t mean that you audaciously shouldered all her miseries in life,

Just tightly clasping her dainty palms; doesn’t mean that you understood what she actually desired from life,

Just mischievously pinching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were making her feel like an immaculate child,

Just taking her out in your swanky car; doesn’t mean that you were pacifying every need of her existence,

Just inscribing her name with a knife on your chest; doesn’t mean you were more passionate about her; than the angels in the sky,

Just uttering her name umpteenth number of times in a minute; doesn’t mean that you made her every dream manifest into a reality,

Just traversing behind her like a shadow; doesn’t mean that you could read what was incessantly going on in her heavenly mind,

Just philandering with her on the romantic mountains; doesn’t mean that you were the greatest lover born on this earth,

Just gifting her with some conventionally sleek contraptions; doesn’t mean that you had veritably stolen her heart forever,

Just pacing around her seductive countenance; engulfed by a river of nervous sweat; doesn’t mean that you could wholesomely commiserate with her proliferating sorrow,

Just wishing her the earliest on her birthday; doesn’t mean that you topped her list of boundless admirers,
Just wholesomely applauding her melodiously captivating voice; doesn’t mean that you comprehended the agony besieging her soul,

Just frequenting her dwelling insurmountable number of times in the day; doesn’t mean that you were the closest to her; till the time she breathed,

Just emulating her every impeccable action; doesn’t mean that you were her greatest connoisseur,

And just marrying her in the most grandiloquent fashion on this earth; doesn’t mean that you really loved her; had made her yours for times even beyond; what you could contemplate.

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably gauge the profound sadness enshrouding my countenance; by just ethereally glimpsing at my shielding eyelashes,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably prognosticate the hunger in my stomach; by just sighting me restlessly gnawing at my bohemian nails,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably sense the maniacal desperation in my trembling visage; by just the infinitesimally changed
tone; in the nimble cadence of my voice,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably comprehend the wave of bizarre mortification enveloping my soul; by just the capricious tinge of poignant scarlet; on my impoverished cheeks,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably narrate the experiences of my day; by just feeling the transiently cringed lines; on my diminutively frazzled forehead,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably guess the thunderbolts of tumultuous anger encapsulating my blood; by just witnessing that
inconspicuous iota of frantic vacillation in my dwindling stride,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably feel the insatiably nostalgic child in me; by just gently caressing my innocuously vivacious lips,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably soliloquize the first day of my birth; by just kissing my rampantly fluttering and daintily gorgeous eyelashes,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably understand the diabolically obsessive agony in my life; by just sighting the augmented redness in the interiors of my palm; and withering body skin,

She hadn’t give me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably analyze the state of intriguingly inexplicable mind; by just staring for mock seconds; at the ludicrously staggering curvature of my spine,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably construe the vibrant philosopher entrenching my senses from all sides; by just inhaling
the scent that drifted; from my profusely wandering countenance,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably conceive the insurmountable reservoir of fantasy circulating in my blood; by just kneading my pulse a minuscule trifle,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably perceive the tumultuous electricity in my compassionate visage; by just the poignant magnetism that radiated on every step that I gently tread,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably apprehend the unfathomable carpet of dreams in my eyes; by just witnessing the resplendently shimmering twinkle that lay; therein,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably assimilate the unrelenting euphoria in each element of my persona; by just tracing the tiny globules of sweat; that ran down my chest,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably discern the ardent believer in my body; by just witnessing the resiliently unflinching contours of my chin,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably grasp the artist fulminating inexorably in my ecstatic veins; by just feeling the astronomical propensity in my fireballs of passionate breath,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably realize my uncontrollably escalating desire; by just cuddling the fantastically zealous moistness; which engulfed every trajectory of my flesh,

And she hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably define my immortal love for her divinely grace; by just listening to the marvelously impregnable beats of my small; but perpetually craving heart.

Just keep looking at me till eternity; as you exactly did so innocently; when you witnessed my impoverished grace; the very first time you met me,

Just keep embracing me till eternity; as you exactly did so passionately; when you brushed past my inexplicably shivering countenance; the very first time you met me,

Just keep smiling at me till eternity; as you exactly did so impeccably; when you came face to face with the ardent contours of my face; the very first time you met me,

Just keep blushing at me till eternity; as you exactly did so fervently, when you kissed me on my insatiably famished cheeks; the very first time you met me,

Just keep holding my palms till eternity; as you exactly did so tenaciously; when you marched past compassionately across my penuriously wavering shadow; the very first time you met me,

Just keep supporting me till eternity; as you exactly did so resiliently; when you perpetually united with my philanthropic cause to save mankind; the very first
time you met me,

Just keep staring at me till eternity; as you exactly did so incorrigibly; when you sighted my frantically groping visage; the very first time you met me,

Just keep flirting with me till eternity; as you exactly did so magically; when you played hide and seek with my drifting shadow; the very first time you met me,

Just keep titillating me till eternity; as you exactly did so ravishingly; when you teased each iota of my drearily devastated senses; the very first time you met me,

Just keep inspiring me till eternity; as you exactly did so intransigently; when you focussed me relentlessly to achieve my benign missions of life; the very first time you met me,

Just keep frolicking with me till eternity; as you exactly did so enchantingly; when you triggered the child in my soul to blossom beyond the skies; the very first time you met me,

Just keep singing with me till eternity; as you exactly did so royally; when you wholesomely coalesced your sound with mine; the very first time you met me,

Just keep fantasizing with me till eternity; as you exactly did so magnificently; when you instilled the dreams of tantalizing paradise in my bedraggled persona; the very first time you met me,

Just keep caressing me till eternity; as you exactly did so voluptuously; incinerating infernos of untamed desire in each ingredient of my poignant blood; the very first time you met me,

Just keep talking to me till eternity; as you exactly did so stupendously; impregnating meadows of unfathomably astronomical courage in my nervously fluttering heart; the very first time you met me,

Just keep tickling me till eternity; as you exactly did so mischievously; when you made me erupt into whirlpools of uninhibited laughter; the very first time you met me,

Just keep surging with me till eternity; as you exactly did so irrefutably; when you profusely melanged your mind; body and spirit with mine; the very first time you met me,

Just keep breathing with me till eternity; as you exactly did so unconquerably; when you pledged to live and die with my diminutive form; the very first time you met me,

And just keep loving me till eternity; as you exactly did so invincibly; when you immortally bonded each of your heartbeats with the tumultuously throbbing ones
that were mine; the very first time you met me.

He took shallow breaths at irregular intervals,
was clad in clothes bereft of stitching,
drops of blood oozed when he coughed,
thin bones clattered when he walked,
people dispersed when he perched beside them,
the air had a stench of starved perspiration as he passed,
white stream water transited to garbage Black,
as he dipped his caricature in holy
assemblage of the Ganges,
his feet were bare, diffused into cracks as he tread on thorns,
he hardly had saliva to spit on the earth.

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Harsh Sunlight days sped into sultry nights,
his shoulders drooped further with advancing age,
desires faded in oblivion, with brutal strokes of destiny,
he had stopped seeing dreams since eternity,
his body had turned numb to pain and abuse,
he had a solitary desire to eat one full meal.
it seemed god heard his call,
far off in the park, lay sprawled left overs of bread,
prompting him to run in glee,
he devoured the chunks in flash seconds of time,
made guttural sounds while gulping tap water,
looked at the sky with fingers juxtaposed in recesses of torn flesh,
laboured his way, for a place to sleep in the merciless night.