Monthly Archives: April 2016

I didn’t want the grandiloquent Taj Mahal to live in,
A solitary hut with fortified walls would beautifully suffice.

I didn’t want to drink chicory mugs of opulent cherry wine;
A glass of holistic water was all I needed to quench my thirst.

I didn’t want ornate embellishments of cloth to drape my persona,
Jagged rags of jute; blended with firmly riveted buttons would work as a
wonderful substitute.

I didn’t want mesmerizing rhymes sung by the matron; in order to sleep,
The monotonous cacophony of vehicular traffic would prove to be an adept
tranquilizer.

I didn’t want flamboyant cars to traverse the Grey carpet of roads,
The non-polluting; multiple spiked bicycle would help me maintain
my circulation of blood.

I didn’t want the silken floss of brush; to scrub the armory of my teeth,
Serrated sticks of medicinal neem; would render my palette with a ravishing
scent all sunlit day.

I didn’t want swim in the luxuriously sculptured; glistening water pool,
Instead I wanted to feel the exhilaration while trespassing through choppy waves
of the saline ocean.

I didn’t want to consume pasteurized milk; juxtaposed with flavored nuts,
Fresh droplets of milk oozing from the teats of mother cow; was the one indispensable for my bones.

I didn’t want to be exorbitantly applauded by scores of innocuous individuals;
Benevolent prayers; from within deep recesses of their heart would be
enough to make me ecstatic.

I didn’t want artificial contrivance’s to illuminate the atmosphere,
The dazzling light of sun; and enchanting beams of moon were fathomless to
cherish.

I didn’t want appetizing dishes of roasted almonds; with a slurry of processed
butter,
Bountiful fruits dangling from the tree; and a plethora of succulent vegetable
leaf would annihilate all indigestion.
I didn’t want the luminous dial of imported watch; wound tautly against my
wrist,
The varied positions of sun god and changing patterns of light would give me an
excellent idea of time.

I didn’t want battalion of flowers to be laid for my reception,
An ambience bereft dust and debris; evacuated of wild thorn would be the
enough to express gratitude.

I didn’t want fat bundles of currency; with you dressed in ostentatious jewelry
as my bride,
A rustically polished face; with a cluster of inexpensive flower in your hair;
would pacify my heart,
As I would outrageously cry out in public and say ‘I just want your perpetual love’.

Don’t just see the voluptuous mascara adhering to the eyelashes; the seductive fountain of enticement which lingered on the lids,
I invite you to witness the stupendous beauty in the eyes; the unparalleled empathy they harbored for all fraternity of living kind; instead.

Don’t just see the sleazy color encapsulating tantalizing skin; the vain fairness which spuriously glistened under artificial light,
I invite you to witness the warmth that it provided to every fraternity of religion on earth; the uninhibited compassion it disseminated in impoverished dwindling
on bare soil; instead.

Don’t just see the bombastic splash of cheap lipstick exotically kissing the lips; propelling them to look more titillating than the fairies,
I invite you to witness the infernos of invincible passion which they ignited; instilling omnipotent traces of vital life in people well beneath their graves; instead.

Don’t just see the sanctimonious garland of jewels embellishing slender fingers; the gold which attracted the most heinously lecherous towards their baseless opulence,
I invite you to witness the magnanimous help they rendered to those without the most infinitesimal iota of sight; alighted impeccable orphans towards the corridors of a blissful beginning; instead.

Don’t just see the overwhelmingly sensuous oil that besieged bulging muscles; the insurmountable battalion of whistles it evoked; as it entrenched the fairer sex
in waves of absolute enthrallment,
I invite you to witness the formidable resilience which they harbored in their bones; their intrinsically augmenting die hard tenacity to save their motherland; instead.

Don’t just see the pompous scent which cast its lackadaisical essence in the atmosphere; miserably withering to overpower even an inconspicuous whisker
of God’s beauty created,
I invite you to witness the golden shower of persevering perspiration dribbling from the armpits; fostering the spirit of true hard work; the true colors of vivacious life; instead.

Don’t just see the ostentatiously corrupt dye inundating scalp; like a ridiculously shoddy fabric from all sides,
I invite you to witness the mesmerizing swish of marvelous hair; the happiness which they impregnated in disastrously famished lives; instead.

Don’t just see the nonchalant bombardment of polished slang; the worthless juggernaut of alien accent; in a desperate attempt to catapult above cloud nine,
I invite you to witness the most irrefutably truthful voice of the soul; which annihilated all misery and suffering from planet earth forever; instead.

And don’t just see the unfathomably ludicrous festoon of clothes on the body; slithering pathetically to make an impact more vociferous than torrential
cloudbursts of heavenly rain,
I invite you to witness the most wonderful product of God’s evolution; the sacrosanct and passionately palpitating immortal heart; instead.

Buried under an unfathomable forest of diabolically perpetuating thorns; I still managed to rise up like a handsome prince; unfettered by the livid bruises gorily fretting on every element of my persona,

Buried under an unsurpassable mountain of truculently asphyxiating dust; I still managed to rise up like a silken butterfly; not bothered even an infinitesimal trifle about the obnoxiously adulterated mud which had now become an integral part of my intestine,

Buried under an unrelenting corpse of macabre ghosts; I still managed to rise up like a resplendently blissful rainbow; blazing like triumphant dynamite through the fathomless expanse of crystalline blue sky,

Buried under a incomprehensibly preposterous dustbin of ungainly shit; I still managed to rise up like a mystically vibrant cloud; unperturbed by the disdainfully slandering slime incorrigibly sticking to my nubile skin,

Buried under a graveyard of coldbloodedly invidious and stinking bones; I still managed to rise up like a royally fragrant rose; disseminating the scent of eternal righteousness to the most fathomless quarter of this rhapsodically heavenly planet,

Buried under a pernicious jailhouse of venomously abhorrent scorpions; I still managed to rise up like an ingratiatingly panoramic cistern; astoundingly pacifying even the most tumultuously aggrieved sorrow; with the sounds of unparalleled optimism,

Buried under an insurmountably feckless cauldron of prurient abuse; I still managed to rise up like a majestically iridescent eagle; engendering an untamed gorge of impregnable exuberance in even the most mercurially fugitive cranny of this; timeless planet,

Buried under an intransigently crippling sea of horrifically miserable blood; I still managed to rise up like a bountifully eclectic whirlwind; harmoniously enlightening incredulous shades of magnificently articulate versatility; in the lives of all those
lunatically shattered,

Buried under an indescribably malignant sandstorm of prejudiced ignominy; I still managed to rise up like a patriotically victorious soldier; instilling an unassailable wave of uninhibited freedom; in every slave being unreasonably lambasted,

Buried under a tyrannically thrashing volcano of scurrilous monotony; I still managed to rise up like a spell bindingly rejuvenated paradise; spreading a wave of insuperably unprecedented happiness; on even the most clandestinely barren path that I tread,

Buried under a crematorium of chauvinistically relentless dictatorship; I still managed to rise up like thunderbolts of enriching lightening; igniting the lugubriously lackadaisical flames of every dwindling abode; with the philanthropically charismatic elixir of my soul,

Buried under an ominously sordid gutter of remorsefully agonizing malice; I still managed to rise up like a brazenly intrepid adventurer; bringing a smile to the lips of countless ruthlessly orphaned; as I drifted with them into an unending entrenchment of fantasy and mesmerizing odyssey,

Buried under a vindictively hedonistic mortuary of abysmally derogatory lies; I still managed to rise up like an ebulliently unconquerable Sun; ubiquitously wafting the rays of timeless happiness; in every despicably estranged life,

Buried under a ballistically frivolous battalion of emaciated panthers; I still managed to rise up like a bountifully blessed dream; fomenting every drearily insipid and baselessly tortured mind to tirelessly fantasize,

Buried under an indiscriminately jinxed battlefield of squelching crime; I still managed to rise up like undauntedly enchanting moonshine; compassionately warming the complexion of the tawdrily blackened night with; magnetically celestial jubilation,

Buried under an endlessly victimizing juggernaut of uncouthly barbarous ghosts; I still managed to rise up like a benign harbinger of glorious humanity; limitlessly spreading the fragrance of an unshakably united existence; in one and all symbiotically alike,

Buried under an ever augmenting web of disdainfully heinous corruption; I still managed to rise up like an unflinchingly blessing wind; wholesomely silencing the
most dogmatic voices of sinfully penalizing atrocity; with the sounds of irrefutably sparkling truth,

Buried under an insane mortuary of bellicose lifelessness; I still managed to rise up like an arrow of perennial bravery; handsomely inculcating the virtue of innocuously embellished solidarity in all those chopping necks; on spurious pretexts of religion
and tribe,

But buried under the worthless plank of insidiously maiming betrayal O! Lord; I had not even the most capricious of strength left in me to survive; as without the immortal love of my priceless beloved; I died; I died; I inevitably and inconsolably died.

High society was pompously spurious; blowing pricelessly precious moments of sacrosanct life; in wisps of obnoxiously sleazy cigar smoke,

High society was abhorrently malicious; invidiously castigating its own counterpart behind their back; while garnering a sanctimonious smile in front of the same,

High society was inconspicuously threadbare; harboring diabolically ominous tendencies for the miserably oppressed; evolving castles of rotting currency on their poignantly scarlet blood,

High society was spuriously ostentatious; diffusing the entire tenure of their claustrophobic life; in dungeons of hideously ungainly manipulation,

High society was brutally tyrannical; indiscriminately lambasting the diminutively innocent; to baselessly inundate their venomous treasuries; with even the very last iota of food in their impoverished stomachs,

High society was insanely ludicrous; unrelentingly dictating the poor to polish their worthless shoes; then wholeheartedly laughing their hearts out; admiring their capriciously grotesque reflection in the same,

High society was ghoulishly devilish; preposterously drinking wine in the realms of their own cheaply glittering chambers; while the immaculately blissful commoner shivered uncontrollably; in the acridly freezing maelstrom outside,

High society was ambiguously hypocrite; perennially breaking hearts like frigid matchsticks; with their devilishly unholy promise towards the chapter of resplendent life,

High society was truculently unforgiving; cold-bloodedly treating even the most inadvertently committed of mistakes; with the vindictively gory heel of their satanic shoe,

High society was abominably authoritative; salaciously dictating their unfathomable graveyard of whims and woes; upon the wonderfully ingratiating fabric of eternal mankind,

High society was treacherously bombarding; demonically marauding the symbiotically triumphant happiness of every righteous household; with raunchily stinking notes of indescribable corruption,

High society was surreptitiously precarious; giving you the merciless slip towards the corpses of ultimate death; when you thought you had secured an invincible
stranglehold on the fortress of bountiful life,

High society was heinously wasting; inviting their snobbishly silken cats to eat in plates of fathomlessly scintillating silver; while the disastrously orphaned urchin was breathing his very last outside,

High society was egregiously parasitic; barbarically sucking rivers of blood to rejuvenate their meaningless lives; when all what they actually needed was just two droplets of holistic water,

High society was indefatigably fretting; agonizingly complaining about God’s panoramically resplendent creation; just because the Sun filtered an iota too
more through their murderously tinted glass,

High society was a ridiculously dead skeleton; incessantly witnessing the Lord’s beautifully fragrant creation through glasses of lecherously licentious wine; and then collapsing into countless bits of worthless chowder; as the wind increased its pace even an inconspicuously exhilarating trifle,

High society was ruthlessly heartless; malevolently betraying the souls of impregnably true lovers; morbidly incarcerating them within jailhouses of sanctimonious status; caste; creed and tribe,

High society was tumultuously penalizing; lunatically violating God’s every divinely virtue; having the wealth to purchase every confectionary with the opulence in their pockets; yet remaining a sordid failure in the pages of existence,

High society was a robotic tycoon; self-conceitedly squelching the winds of voluptuously regale artistry and breath; with inclemently mechanical behavioral
patterns; all throughout the day and enchanting night,

High society was a uxorious dog; uncontrollably wagging its criminally slavering tongue; at even the most fugitively ethereal insinuation of titillation and extra wealth,

High society was parsimonious mosquito; nonsensically disseminating its affluence on nubile vixen and bawdiness; bereft of even the tiniest beat of perpetual love in its insides,

High society was a hollow termite; horrifically guzzling the threads of harmony; symbiotism; unity; with its canines of torturously vengeful prejudice,

High society was an asphyxiating web; which tightened the noose of its ill will more tautly upon you every unfurling minute; derogatorily drowning the element of sparkling truth in your persona; with its gutters of inevitable lies,

High society was torturously imprisoning; crippling the wings of your fascinatingly seductive freedom not only for this; but for an infinite more lives,

High society was a boundless sea allright; but without even the most mercurial trace of waves; compassion and sensuously redolent togetherness,

High society was an ostracizing gallows; lividly laughing at traumatizing sorrow around them; basking in the glory of their falsely fiasco brawn and might,

High society was arrogantly deceitful; bending down like a obeisant snail in front of lambasting superpowers; whereas the Creator ruled every bit of this endless Universe; ever since the moment it was born,

High society was unreasonably questioning; wretchedly molesting innocuous organisms; for ostensibly no fault of theirs or their humbly humanitarian kind,

High society was an impudent stone; shattering not only the truthful glasses; but the irrefutably patriotic conscience of a synergistically common man,

High society was pretentiously civilized; behaving like a astronomically nail polished angel on the bustling streets; while ripping each other apart worse than what wolves could execute; in the bloodstained upholstery of their castle room,

High society was pugnaciously blinded; maniacally overlooking even the most magnificently majestic empathy around; in the monstrously debilitating shine of incongruous coin,

And although it was unfortunate but true that I was born amidst its integrally sodomizing cradle; I had; am; and will always hate the high society till the end of my time; and in every blessed life of mine.

I had hands roughened with passage of time,
calcium nail coat with irregular indentation,
supple skin with pores of youthful endeavor,
fresh dark lines on palm, ruddy in complexion.
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i dreamt of luxury cars with Dunlop seat,
spacious rooms with filtering Sunlight,
appetizing food served in silver,
arrays of crystal adorning ceramic polished wall,
pure ivory cutglass made from elephant tusk,
Persian satin cloth draping my bare flesh,
ice cold water for euphoric summer swim.
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i sliced tree bark with butcher knife,
collected grey stone sprinkled with ash,
blended sticky clay with pitchers of water,
rolled spiked wire to form a fence,
crushed marble chips, sparkling granite, to flat tiles,
dug deep wells for extracting pure ground water,
clipped cable wires for transmitting current,
set the hands of gold watch at my favorite nine,
snatched all finance from blood sucking population,
built a two story house with red baked brick.
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I couldn’t ever share my heart with my beloved; as she’d cunningly use all my divulged secrets to vituperatively lambaste me in near future—and for the current moment call me none else but an incoherent cry-baby,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my daughter; as she was too diminutive and small to understand my torrentially inexplicable agonies—and the instant I wailed a trifle more than necessary; she’d definitely seek solace and turn to her unfettered teddy-bears; clay moulds and soft toys,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my sister; as she was too busy sculpting her very own career; standing solitary on the cross-roads of choosing between the conventional society and leading the life of uncanny uniqueness,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my cousins; as they unstoppably ridiculed every form of impoverishment on this planet-and words like ‘heart’ simply didn’t exist within the dictionaries of their abominably jet-speed practicality,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my maternal/paternal uncle’s and aunts; as each of them had already their share of sorrows; children and hysteria to counter-and had hides thicker than the dinosaur to even countless oceans of sensitivities and tears,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with the uninhibitedly blowing wind; for fear that it’d unwittingly carry my voice to those satanic parasites of humanity out there; fervently waiting to pounce upon the severely infirm and distraught,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my neighbors; as the entire bunch of them were prolific gossip-mongers-who viciously disseminated even the most undigested morsel of food in their stomachs; within seconds to the farthest quarter of the Universe,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my grandfather; as he still existed in those stringently unbearable old-fashioned concepts of his time-and for whom every form of enchanting artistry eventually dissolved into fecklessly languid wind,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my grandmother; as she was the ultimate icon of practicality— a headmistress who measured and equated everything on this earth in the terms of its respective ‘degree’ or ‘certification’ or ‘commerciality’,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my friends; as they were all like the insipidly transient shades of the chameleon; incorrigibly sticking to me when I was perched on the throne of gold—and deserting me with more heartless disdain the instant I traversed naked on the clamorous streets,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my employer; as all he equated everything on this globe was in terms of the currency coin; ruthlessly trampling over every other trace of an emotion-with his over-sized boots of dreadful manipulation,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my patrons; as the instant they came to know of anything else other than my inimitably priceless talents—they’d instantaneously curb every ounce of sponsorship and invaluable help that came my way,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my fans; as all they insatiably desired to see of me was astounding ‘uniqueness’ one after another at its unparalleled best-and would only spit and squat at me if I was the slightest defeated,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with the walls of my dwelling; as it’d only mean worthlessly beating my skull against virtual nothingness; when I needed a comforting palm to compassionately heal and caress each of my raw wounds,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my teachers; as they’d only sermonize me to study and study all the more harder; in order to overlook and wholesomely forget everything else that was a bothersome thorn in my life,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my doctors; as they’d only prescribe an unending flurry of obnoxious drugs to temporarily mollify my turbulence; secretly wishing that my condition only exacerbated with the best of medication—so that their shop perpetually runs,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my father; as call it ‘running the family’ or ‘the bedazzlement of the corporate world to reach the top’—he would never comprehend the extreme sensitivity of my blood; in his set rules and rigmarole of monotonously routine life,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my mother; as although she’d given me birth-she hadn’t the courage to witness and handle my bizarre pain and sorrow—also was perennially blinded by the magnitude; principles and 24 X 7 work of my father,

And I still and inspite of all this; desperately wanted to get it out of my heart at any cost on this earth-that’s when I locked myself in my air-tight chamber; took out the photo of my God from my pocket-inexhaustibly blurted out everything trapped in my soul; heart and conscience and inconsolably cried-and this time whether
the world liked it or not; I finally won.

I felt good while swimming in choppy waves of the tidal sea,
diving underwater to have subtle glimpses of the aquatic fish.

i felt good gnawing at the rudimentary apple protruding from the tall tree,
ripping apart succulent chunks of the fruit with boisterous fervor.

i felt good plucking dead grass from nimble soil of earth,
tickling my ear with a blend of humid mud and spongy tufts of grass.

i felt good when i drank pure extracts of violet grape vine,
slept like a demon relinquishing the agonies of routine life.

i felt good when i stared at the enchanting demeanour of the sky,
spent all night counting innumerable numbers of resplendent stars.

i felt good when marooned without aid on an desolate island,
leading life in solitary calm, catching small fish with thorny sticks of wild bush.

i felt good when i perceived my childhood in transparent fossils,
visualizing myself clinging tightly to the plump silhouette of my mother.

i felt good when clambering steep slopes of the mountain,
pilfering the loose soil with large treads of my rustic feet.

i felt good when sprinkled with bountiful amounts of lotus spray,
rolled on stone cold arenas of floor with my body clad in royal silk garment.

i felt good when whistling indigenous tunes sitting on my mud house roof,
coating barren walls of my dwelling with cakes of cowdung plaster.

i felt good working with scrupulous care; perspiring in the fuming Sun,
being thoroughly applauded for the onerous tasks i had accomplished.

i felt good in close proximity of her tender arms,
her Luke warm breath drifting down my nape,
the mystical spell of her love embracing me in a vice like grip forever.

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we used to jauntily fly kites from each other’s terraces; deliberately interlock the strings of our mischief for times immemorial,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we bathed in the torrential rain together; with even the most infinitesimal element of our bodies timelessly intertwining into a fireball of infallibly unending passion,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we wholeheartedly used to compliment each other for the tiniest of our achievements; even as the entire world outside sighted us with the eyes of unbearable prejudice,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we unrelentingly peered into each other’s eyes in the heart of chaotic street and disabling war; indefatigably discovering the sincerity of creation; even as countless were freshly
born and countless died,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we tirelessly chased each other through umpteenth unkempt branches and inscrutable paths of the enchanting forest; with the wind as our only savior and profound sensuality dripping from our souls,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we inarticulately babbled even the most preposterous balderdash that came to our
minds; in sheer informality whilst courting each other,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we gave our friendship the truest of meaning; enlightening each of our horrendous
agony into brilliant hope; as we uninhibitedly shared the same with each other,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we had our first smooch; when for the first time the melody in our inflamed lips became perpetually singular; bringing alongwith it every tangible speck of happiness on this planet,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we slept intrepidly bare-chested on the cold-blooded rocks; with nothing to do but stare at the moonless sky; with the tyrannically conventional society discarding us like
bits of frigid nothingness,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we audaciously proclaimed to our parents that we’d never marry the ones that they’d chosen for us on this fathomless planet; when it was infact the last hour of our wedding day,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we absorbed every ray of the blazingly undefeated morning sun; hugging each other with so much intensity; as if this was the very last moment of life on earth divine,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we unabashedly flirted in the broadest of daylight; endlessly uttering nothing else but words of Immortal love even in the heart of the insidiously robotic corporate empire,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we forever coalesced our palms into a fortress of solidarity; although each line of our destiny lines ran in the most opprobrious opposite directions,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we ardently tongued our way across each other’s uncontrollably shivering bodies; possessed each pore of our sensitive skins more impregnably than what god
could have possessed earth,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we’d seen each other the first time on the sordidly heartless street; yet seemed to know each other since centuries unprecedented; without even knowing our names,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we wholesomely satisfied every of our needs ourselves; just the two of us; without even the most oblivious of help from the satanically whipping world outside,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we unstoppably rubbed our nostrils in wondrous unison; let the breath of our eternal compassion; overwhelm and overrule every other stench of hatred in the boundless atmosphere,

I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when our hearts throbbed louder than the most untamed of volcano’s for each other;
although we sat unnoticed; untouched; unexplored; indefinable continents apart,

But I do definitely know and have always known; that I’ve always loved you and only you since even before my very first breath; since even before Omniscient God had created this magically ameliorating earth; since even before there evolved the tiniest definition of heavenly life; in the womb of this untiring Universe.

I didn’t want to smile; not even express even the most infinitesimal iota of my happiness,

I didn’t want to run; not even drift my euphorically exhilarating foot even a fraction forward; to gallop with the perniciously dying winds,

I didn’t want to wrestle; not even bulge even an insipid swell of muscle; out of my profoundly poignant and knotted shirt,

I didn’t want to sing; not even stretch even the most inconspicuous chord of my throat; to pump melody in the disdainfully bereaved atmosphere,

I didn’t want to emulate; not even copy even the most capricious of actions of cold-bloodedly wandering devils; flaming and around,

I didn’t want to embrace; not even swirl even the most remote chunk of my poignantly robust flesh; towards devilishly abhorrently entities on this colossal
planet,

I didn’t want to sleep; not even close my heavenly eyelids an ephemeral inch; to replenish my devastated countenance with spell binding sleep,

I didn’t want to flirt; not even liberate even the most fugitive glimpse of my mischievous visage; towards the viciously adulterated ambience around,

I didn’t want to triumph; not even unfurl into the most diminutive shadow of blazing vibrancy; amidst the parasites ghastily sucking blood outside,

I didn’t want to fantasize; not even tax the crannies of my brain a mercurial shadow; to perceive about thissalaciously penalizing and gory world,

I didn’t want to yawn; not even relax my exasperatedly beleaguered body a parsimonious trifle; to relish the fruits of this miserably blood-soaked globe,

I didn’t want to eat; not even satiate my horrendously famished tongue an ethereal component; with the fodder of truculently dictatorial tyranny,

I didn’t want to stare; not even concentrate an obfuscated bit with my diligent eyes; worthlessly whiling away my time sighting the ungainly rich mercilessly thrashing the diminutively deprived,

I didn’t want to bless; not even shower even the most oblivious trace of my empathy; to all those erecting their palaces of gold on bountifully innocent soil; and then opening their discordant mouths to whine,

I didn’t want to pray; not even ask the Almighty Lord even an evanescent showering of bliss; with all baselessly marauding and massacring politicians metamorphosing this earth into the most ultimate of disaster,

I didn’t want to preach; not even waste even the most faintest rhythm of my sagacious voice; for all those dastardly rascals who sold their own mothers; for
bathing in raunchy cigar smoke and wine,

I didn’t want to breathe; not even fill my lungs a threadbare trace; with the maliciously venomous graveyard of air; perfidiously lingering outside,

I didn’t want to love; not even fulminate even the most inaudible beat of my heart; towards an entrenchment of vindictive lies and worthlessness; that brutally incarcerated me in this robotic age; from all sides,

O! Yes; I have no shame whatsoever in divulging that I didn’t want to live anymore in this treacherously lambasting world today; for if this planet as manipulative as it was for just one more minute; then it was better to commit suicide and die; than to kiss
the fireballs of celestially sacred life.

I didn’t need blazing fires; as I had her flesh in intimate contact to ignite my yearning desires,

I didn’t need the turbulent ocean; as I had the river of her ecstatic tears
cascading down my neck,

I didn’t need the poignantly smelling lotus; as I had her luscious lips to kiss unrelentingly and feast upon,

I didn’t need mesmerizing sights of the world viewing through my binoculars; as I found all beauty and fantasy embedded in her curled eyelashes,

I didn’t need water to drink; as the last drop of my thirst was quenched with her mere caress,

I didn’t need a spurious sequence of laughter; as her innocuous gestures when she played; made me have the smile of my life,

I didn’t need dreams to inundate my mind; as my ultimate reservoir of imagination lay encapsulated in her hands,

I didn’t need food to eat; as the profound empathy in her expressions made me entirely oblivious to both morning and night,

I didn’t need enchanting sounds; as the melody in her voice pacified infinite infernos exploding in my mind,

I didn’t need time to be acquainted with; as the enamoring complexion of her lids had cast a mystical spell on my life,

I didn’t need brilliant sunlight to shimmer across my face; as I had the austere rays emanating from her persona to enlighten my darkness,

I didn’t need a couch impregnated with pure gold to sleep upon; as I had the moistness in her lap to succumb to an everlasting slumber,

I didn’t need salubrious vitamins to resurrect my shattered senses; as I had the tenacity of her love to guide me through every step I took,

I didn’t need valleys laden with blossoming flowers to rekindle my soul; as I had the enigmatic passageway down her throat to stare at in open mouthed astonishment; till eternity,
I didn’t need trees with dense foliage to sequester me from the sweltering heat; as I had her fascinating shadow; to scrape out every bit of fatigue from my tired bones,

I didn’t need exotic perfumes extracted from a mountain of musk; as I had her sweat to inhale; which sent me right back into my innocent childhood,

I didn’t need magicians to decipher my future and fate; as I clearly saw my destiny prominently in the lines of her soft palms,

I didn’t need intoxicating cans of beer; as the sensuousness of her body stimulated my mind more than a barrel of alcohol,

And I didn’t need breath to exist; as the bond of her romance had ensured that I would live beyond time; immortalize the essence of sharing for boundless decades to come.