Stretching the tendons of my brain,
To ultimate realms of high strung imagination,
Flowing from deep recesses of throbbing heart,
And dreamy lips partially opened to light,
Embroidered with tunnels of abstract thoughts,
Spontaneous ideas on existing life,
Composed in a plethora of style and rhyme,
Absorbing loads of talent and dedicated time,
Spun meticulously with silent aggression,
Unfolding a saga of true emotions,
Portraying a moral and emphasizing love,
Great pains to deliver and derive,
An easy victim of sardonic ridicule,
A truncated version of written prose,
Elaborately expressed in a few lines,
Granting it the status of a glittering fable,
Entangling the mind in an ocean of words,
With equivalent use of punctuation marks,
An inborn skill in some,
Developed to dizzy heights with the passage of time,
A meager source of income in India,
While capturing mammoth audiences in foreign land,
A persevering route of earning fodder through rhyme,
Presented as a pearl of written composition,
Is what we mean by self composed poetry.
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Fodder Through Rhyme
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Flood
Black clouds vomited torrential rain,
streaks of lightning blazed through the sky,
bright light transited to doomsday murky,
flaming sun ball jailed within puffs of grey,
heat gods fast asleep in guest houses of monsoon,
as oblong droplets of water tumbled down.
drenching parched fragments of boiling soil,
washing tonnes of dust on tree leaves,
sweeping stubborn layers of noxious debris,
providing free baths to perspiring humans,
sprinkling coolant liquid on scorched birds,
dissipating chemicals from river bed,
depleting fresh whitewash paint off gaudy color,
prompting rivulets of water, to gush from drainpipe,
flooding coastal ocean, swelling domestic river stream,
with sheets of salty water encapsulating low land,
dismantling weak foundations of cheap bamboo,
tearing apart tin roofs from thatched hay,
uprooting tree roots from deep recesses of ground,
the rain continued with unrelenting fury,
sparing none in proximity with earth,
submerging visible land with pools of cloud water,
revealing passionate creation of water,
after arduous spells of steaming summer.
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Flames Of Miraculous Love
Her unsurpassable voice; was as tangy as the melodiously swaying oranges; drifting every element of my devastatingly sagging countenance; towards a world of fantastically spell binding enchantment,
Her timeless shadow; was as ravishing as a voluptuously seductive cistern of mesmerizing fern; inundating each cranny of my slitheringly monotonous
soul; with unparalleled exuberance to gustily surge forward in vivacious life,
Her intricate eyelashes; were as silken as the enigmatically swirling clouds in resplendent cosmos; fanatically propelling me to chase the entrenchment of
beauty and inexorable charisma; for times immemorial,
Her fiery nostrils; were as piquant as boundless farms of ingratiatingly poignant chili; insatiably triggering me to intrepidly leap into the valley of ebullient adventure; be the untamed warrior of philanthropic patriotism; whenever the dungeon of diabolical lechery took its debilitating toll,
Her marvelous eyes; were as impeccable as waterfalls of innocuously cascading cotton from the heart of the fathomless skies; nostalgically instilling in me the unprecedented euphoria; to be that untainted infant once again,
Her incomprehensible odor; was as redolent as the tantalizingly crimson rose; profusely titillating me into a paradise of blissfully blossoming and perpetually gratifying prosperity,
Her nimble toes; were as vibrant as the astoundingly iridescent rainbows; filtering beams of optimistic hope; in my existence plagued with horrifically despairing and inexplicably hopeless gloom,
Her pristine lips; were as incredulously rubicund as the blooming apples; splashing every arena of my impoverished existence; with an unfathomable kaleidoscope of color and fabulously eternal charm,
Her magnificent fingers; were as scintillating as the flamboyantly ferocious fingers; incinerating fireballs of everlasting passion; even in the heart of my every
insidiously deadened night,
Her golden perspiration; was as enchanting as gloriously celestial honey; enshrouding each pore of my overwhelmingly bedraggled demeanor; with the lantern of jubilantly melodious happiness,
Her bedazzling stride; was as heavenly as the boisterously rhyming sparrows; engendering me to forever march ahead in my times of immeasurable
ecstasy; and dolorous doom; alike,
Her intriguing memory; was as fantastically charming as the milky moon; inexorably transpiring me to irrefutably remember; the most benevolently divine
contributions; of my revered ancestors,
Her delectable belly; was as mystically rejoicing as the poignantly undulating oceans; igniting thunderbolts of flirtatious lightening in every ingredient of my bones besieged with; morbidly despicable sadness,
Her magical hair; were as ravishingly delightful as satiny angels frolicking in walls of invincible heaven; perpetuating me to perennially philander in the most grandiloquent palaces; fortified with the religions of ubiquitous humanity and tenacious solidarity,
Her twinkling palms; were as magnanimous as the blessedly torrential showers of majestic rain; irrefutably teaching me the art of disseminating the art of ever-pervading mankind; to even the most infinitesimally remote parts of this astoundingly
fragrant Universe,
Her wonderful cheeks; were as joyous as the virgin shores of shimmering righteousness; indefatigably telling me to solely follow; nothing else but only the
inner most fulminations of my passionate heart,
Her Godly neck; was as priceless as those droplets of water amidst the acerbically sweltering desert sands; unequivocally encouraging me to wholesomely become;
the sounds of those tyrannically deprived,
Her tumultuous breath; was as compassionate as the royally roaring lions of steaming romance; embracing every iota of my disastrously trembling visage; with the tornados of an unassailably vivid existence,
And her passionate heart; was as immortal as the countless pathways of Omnisciently bequeathing heavens; not only reinvigorating every space of my persona with the unconquerable fortitude to lead life; but bonding me forever and ever and ever; in the
flames of miraculous love.
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Flames Between Their Hearts
The flames on ground; died a miserable death with the slightest draught of insipid wind,
But the flames between their philandering eyes; rose higher than the majestic skies; even in the most tumultuously overwhelming of rain and storm.
The flames on ground; subsided to wisps of absolute nothingness; at even the tiniest insinuation of flood approaching,
But the flames between their passionate chests; transcended well beyond the realms of fascinating eternity; even as the unfathomable battalion of satanic demons; tried to kill them.
The flames on ground; tried their best to elude the insurmountably overpowering tornado; squealing like new born mice as they heard the brazen leaves rustle
the slightest,
But the flames between their voluptuous lips; kissed the ultimate crescendos of untamed liberation; even as the entire planet parasitically sucked blood and
lecherously manipulated outside.
The flames on ground; soon metamorphosed to frigidly wincing embers; unable to bear the onslaught of leaf and clouds,
But the flames between their eternal feet; interlocked themselves into an entrenchment of unsurpassable belonging; even as cloudbursts of uncouth diabolism
pelted from realms of hell.
The flames on ground; shirked disdainfully into their devastated cocoons; as the horde of whistling wolves trampled them indiscriminately,
But the flames between their ardent bellies; transformed all lackadaisical dreariness on this earth into bountiful paradise; even as a mountain of treacherous monsters stabbed them ruthlessly on their necks.
The flames on ground; vacillated in ungainly confusion; even before the fireball of Sun could silently slip behind the dolorously languid horizons,
But the flames between their ravishingly charismatic palms; united for fathomless more births yet to unveil; even as the murderously conventional society tried to exonerate them with their commercial swords.
The flames on ground; incessantly feared of being washed away by the most infedile of froth; although the ocean was a billion kilometers away,
But the flames between their seductively alluring cheeks; tantalized perpetually in the aisles of vibrant desire; even as civilizations collapsed outside; like a pack of soggy cards.
The flames on ground; had absolutely no entity of their own; drifting miserably in the direction that the somber wind took them,
But the flames between their fervently reverberating bodies; evolved into the most wonderfully enigmatic morning of tomorrow; even as sky disastrously blended
with every cranny of earth outside.
And The flames on ground; sometimes sunk well beneath their ghastly corpse; even before they could moderately rise to their one inch height,
But the flames between their immortally throbbing heart; proliferated into boundless more streams of royal love; even as the hideously sinister world came to a veritable end; outside.
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Flagrant Imagination
I toss around with lazy energy,
beads of water run down my mane,
my head burns like a piece of coal,
to conquer life is my ultimate goal,
my feet yield to unsustainable pressure,
trampling cold sheets of marble chips,
aggrandizing my tryst with misfortune,
my close rapport with ill luck.
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i gnaw my nails with great tenacity,
firmly tethered to their cuticles,
stuck to red raw flesh,
producing semicircular indentations,
on the nail and mind alike.
my pink tongue dances to,
a pentagon of blatant reality,
an unsubscribed figment of thought,
severing rainbows of desire,
achromatic saliva dribbling from my mouth,
a simple case of flagrant imagination
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Five Star.
On the surface it was merely a conglomerate of meticulously assembled stone and colossal pillars; extruding boundless feet from the trajectory of congenially moist soil,
But what made the castle stupendously FIVE STAR; was the majestic King; Queen and princess philandering inside; the ambience of unconquerable royalty that profusely perpetuated the air from all sides.
On the surface it was an insipid amalgamation of dry twig; streams; and fathomless kilometers of insatiably untamed wilderness,
But what made the forest irrefutably FIVE STAR; was the melodiously harmonious chirping of the spell binding nightingale; the poignantly enamoring trails of the regally mischievous lion and kin.
On the surface it was a macabre view of countless stray bones; agglutinated in articulate tandem and disdainfully abhorring every sensitive entity around,
But what made the brain Omnisciently FIVE STAR; was its unsurpassable entrenchment of compassionate fantasy; its unrelenting ability to conceive beyond the realms of the infinite infinity.
On the surface they were just overwhelmingly lanky poles of inconspicuously coagulated mud; pompously protruding towards the Mid-Day Sun,
But what made the mountains invincibly FIVE STAR; was their unflinchingly intrepid ability to confront the most acrimoniously mightiest of storm; uninhibitedly sequester one and all in swirl of gregarious belonging;
handsomely alike.
On the surface it was just a flabbily gargantuan assemblage of foaming water; nervously rising and falling umpteenth number of times in a singleton minute; under the most evanescent rays of the Sun,
But what made the sea ravishingly FIVE STAR; was its miraculously rejuvenating froth; the fountains of voluptuously tangy salt that it vibrantly diffused; after clashing against the seductive rocks.
On the surface it was just a frigidly sticky and pugnaciously dribbling liquid; shabbily corrupting all thoroughly synchronized space around,
But what made the hive enchantingly FIVE STAR; was its beautifully holistic scores of rambunctious bees; symbiotically melanging with the spirit of effusive
existence; to disseminate ubiquitous sweetness all around.
On the surface it was just a parsimoniously molded cauldron of wax; obnoxiously infiltrating the blissful atmosphere with its snobbishly inflated stench,
But what made the candle Omnipresently FIVE STAR; was its heavenly ability to illuminate even the most horrendously sinister darkness; impregnate a spell of optimistic enlightenment in the lives of those treacherously deprived….
On the surface it was just a ferocious looking fireball of blistering gases; gruesomely charring even the most Herculean entity who dared to trespass by
its belligerently flaming side,
But what made the Sun Omnipresently FIVE STAR; was its rays of perpetually triumphant happiness; its endless cradle of celestial light which unassailably embraced every organism; irrespective of caste; creed or spurious rites.
On the surface he was just a haphazard synchronization of flesh and bones; with everything being savagely engulfed by unruly hair; hair and capriciously mangled
hair,
But what made Man unchallengably FIVE STAR; was the wave of Godly philanthropism in his commiserating eyes; the apostle of Universal benevolence
wholeheartedly pouring from his amiable palms.
On the surface it was just a disconcerting mass of mucus and derogatory darkness; ghoulishly scaring the wits of anybody who witnessed it for the very first time,
But what made the nostril Omnipotently FIVE STAR; was its essence of timelessness; the tireless paradise of air that it synergistically inhaled and exhaled; to astoundingly procreate the chapters of sacred survival.
And on the surface it was just a morbidly bubbling river of blood and infinite nerves; thundering uncertainly into the aisles of nothingness; as each instant unveiled,
But what made the heart perpetually FIVE STAR; was its exotically fascinating string of humanitarian beats; immortalizing forever and ever; the spirit of God’s
most priceless gift called; EXISTENCE.
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Fishing In Moonlit Jungle
Wild berries fell down from the peach tree,
wide spanned eagles glided harmlessly across the moon,
menacing owl eyes stared fiendishly downward,
bushy squirrels clambered the rock with bustling fervor,
olive green grasshoppers swished their tentacles,
stinging red ants dug small burrows in wet mud,
colored magpie birds sang a perfect sonnet,
lethal alligators swam clumsily through the neighboring water,
sly foxes galloped at rollicking speeds,
the princely lion lurked stealthily in search of rich prey,
huge brown spiders spun their webs in animation,
century old tortoise trampled the outgrowths with its newly born offspring,
mega sized mouse families ran past dungeons buried deep in the ground.
I perched myself on the slippery mud bank of the jungle river,
Levering long fishing rods in the tranquil water,
Scooping out frequently, a cluster of small sized fish,
As the stars glittered in the open blue sky,
Crystal ball of the moon luminated large above my head,
Rudimentary scent of earth tickled my nostril,
Mesmerizing tunes of the peacock drifted in hollow eardrum,
The stillness of water pierced unexplored zones in my heart,
I then lit a crackling fire of quality wood and dead leaf,
Roasted the silver fish in amber flames leaping high,
Slept like an innocent angel all summer night,
Relishing tender bones of my personally prepared appetizing fish.
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First And Last
You were that astronomical summit of the mountain; on which the dazzling rays of the Sun FIRST fell,
You were that magnificent shore inundated with golden sands; on which the waves of the ocean FIRST collided into bountiful froth,
You were that leaf of the mesmerizing tree; which the astoundingly ravishing breeze FIRST caressed,
You were that chapter of intriguingly enchanting history; which the profoundly divested eyes FIRST had the magnanimous privilege to witness,
You were that iota of voluptuously ravishing soil; on which the very FIRST droplet of rain tantalizingly cascaded; from the vivaciously benevolent sky,
You were that ingratiatingly redolent flower; on which the FIRST bee ever created sat down to hum its volley of poignantly boisterous rhyme; suckle nectar to its ultimate heart’s content,
You were that irrefutably sacrosanct footprint; which FIRST trespassed this unfathomably gargantuan planet; leaving your mark for times immemorial,
You were that gorgeously feathered bird; which FIRST evolved the essence of stupendously captivating melody and rhyme,
You were that indomitably unshaken spirit; which FIRSTsped past the domains of ethereally fading horizon; to conquer an unprecedented of your own,
You were that innocuously wandering child; whose FIRST breath was enough to melt the most diabolically sinister of devils transgressing around,
You were that alphabet of every marvelously conceivable language; from which commenced the very FIRST sound thundering triumphantly towards the cosmos,
You were that robustly splendid fruit; which blossomed FIRST from the inconspicuous tree; chivalrously proliferating into infinite more of your kind; as time
harmoniously unveiled,
You were that star in the boundless expanse of sky; which FIRST appeared in the evening; freeing the profusely asphyxiated earth from the realms of misery and darkness,
You were that shimmering coin of gold on this planet; which FIRST appeared before all other wealth; multiplying amazingly as the second unfurled to lead life as
the richest entity alive,
You were that hour of magnificently reinvigorating dawn; which crept with the FIRST beams of stringently fulminating and tenacious light,
You were that growl of the majestically invincible panther; which silenced manipulatively unruly commotion around with your FIRST cry,
You were that astronomically resilient brick of the grandiloquent castle; the FIRST on which rested the mantle of the overwhelmingly glorious mansion,
You were that incredulously beautiful thought in this entire Universe; which spawned the very FIRST and wonderfully everlasting dream,
And you were the only person existing on this incomprehensibly gigantic globe; whom I FIRST AND LAST loved in my present life; and countless more lives to
come.
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First – Part 2
All of us on this fathomlessly enchanting Universe; might be of wholesomely and unimaginably different; colors. But that’s really insignificant and comes NEXT.
All of us on this bountifully brilliant Universe; might be of wholesomely and spell-bindingly different; heights. But that’s really nonsensical and comes NEXT.
All of us on this fantastically eclectic Universe; might be of wholesomely and astoundingly different; physiques. But that’s really inconspicuous and comes NEXT.
All of us on this boundlessly resplendent Universe; might be of wholesomely and unsurpassably different; strengths. But that’s foolhardy and comes NEXT.
All of us on this gregariously proliferating Universe; might be of wholesomely and incredibly different; philosophies. But that’s really worthless and comes NEXT.
All of us on this beautifully embellished Universe; might be of wholesomely and entirely different; castes. But that’s really meaningless and comes NEXT.
All of us on this handsomely unbridled Universe; might be of wholesomely and indescribably different; urges. But that’s really insouciant and comes NEXT.
All of us on this poignantly fructifying Universe; might be of wholesomely and implausibly different; dialects. But that’s really unthinkable and comes NEXT.
All of us on this endlessly mesmerizing Universe; might be of wholesomely and incomprehensibly different; fortunes. But that’s really preposterous and comes NEXT.
All of us on this timelessly embracing Universe; might be of wholesomely and irretrievably different; psyches. But that’s really livid and comes NEXT.
All of us on this stupendously enthralling Universe; might be of wholesomely and inconceivably different; feelings. But that’s really non-existent and comes NEXT.
All of us on this redolently blessed Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexpressibly different; skins. But that’s really ethereal and comes NEXT.
All of us on this miraculously alleviating Universe; might be of wholesomely and irrevocably different; tribes. But that’s really disappearing and comes NEXT.
All of us on this perennially royal Universe; might be of wholesomely and unutterably different; signatures. But that’s really feckless and comes NEXT.
All of us on this majestically untainted Universe; might be of wholesomely and incommunicably different; weights. But that’s really purposeless and comes NEXT.
All of us on this triumphantly mellifluous Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexplicably different; premonitions. But that’s really oblivious and comes NEXT.
All of us on this Omnisciently bestowing Universe; might be of wholesomely and perplexingly different; brains. But that’s really transient and comes NEXT.
All of us on this magically healing Universe; might be of wholesomely and unfathomably different; dreams. But that’s really fleeting and comes NEXT.
All of us on this magnetically multiplying Universe; might be of wholesomely and unceasingly different; nationalities. But that’s really subjugated and comes NEXT.
But all of us on this eternally egalitarian Universe; have been; are and will forever and ever and ever; symbiotically continue to be God’s most pricelessly unconquerable “HUMANS/LIVING BEINGS”. Now that’s really and irrefutably immortal and comes ” FIRST “.
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First
Even the most insuperably Omnipotent of Sun had to intransigently burn itself first; before imparting boundless galleries of optimistically mitigating and enchanting daylight,
Even the most unbelievably voluptuous waves had to clash against the cold-blooded rocks first; before diffusing into an exhilarating odyssey of timelessly poignant froth,
Even the most iridescently emollient stars had to float in obscurely disdainful clouds and blackness first; before entrancing the entire Universe with an endless stream of spell bindingly cavorting twinkle,
Even the most indomitably towering mountains had to face the indiscriminate whiplash of gratuitously inexorable storm; rain and traitors first; before compassionately sequestering countless helpless in their invincible belly,
Even the most harmoniously synergistic of bees had to get unsparingly mobbed in their hives first; before exuding into the most bountifully fructifying of majestically golden honey,
Even the most prolifically talented writers had to cry a billion tears of eccentric frustration first; before evolving a whole new civilization of astoundingly blessed freshness; through each of their effusively ebullient words,
Even the most mystically serene forests had to bear the brutally agonizing roar of the untamed lion first; before wonderfully metamorphosing into a paradise of celestially impregnable sleep,
Even the most impeccably sacrosanct milk had to obnoxiously molest and pulverize itself first; before transforming into cisterns of unsurpassably heavenly and incredulously frolicking curd,
Even the most opulently diamond studded candle had to ludicrously melt itself first; before culminating into a beam of priceless hope; in the forlornly cadaverous and starless night,
Even the most unequivocally scintillating of mirror had to shatter itself into an infinite fragments of nothingness first; before it could reflect the most unbiasedly truthful and unconquerable image of eternal righteousness,
Even the most holistically ever-pervading goddess had to peerlessly cross the austerely blazing fires first; before proving to her husband that she was an
unparalleled apostle of unshakable faithfulness and humanity,
Even the most beautifully burgeoning soil had to disastrously puncture itself with seeds first; before miraculously sprouting into the royally untainted fruits of unflinchingly mesmerizing humanity,
Even the most melodiously resting mind had to uncontrollably fantasize first; before incredulously mollifying each of its restlessly howling dormitories with inevitably gratifying siesta,
Even the most compassionately inhaling sheep had to mercilessly shave their skins first; before ubiquitously imparting entities of every fraternity; with unconquerably convivial warmth,
Even the most stupendously fragrant roses had to face the onslaught of a limitless vituperative insects on their petals first; before perpetuating an unprecedented gorge of egalitarian scent; in the hearts of one and all organism; sacredly alike,
Even the most articulately ingratiating magician had to drown himself into a spell of tirelessly flawless concentration first; before spawning a hall of brilliantly
unfettered magic,
Even the most irrefutably spotless conscience had to transcend over a trillion treacherously derogatory lies first; before timelessly proliferating into an unceasing cosmos of Omnipresently bestowing justice,
Even the most pricelessly inimitable of inventions had to lick lugubriously meaningless dirt and shit first; before handsomely enlightening the entire planet with
light of regally dazzling newness,
And even the most immortal of love and life had to embrace a fathomless deaths in the coffins of indiscriminately excoriating hell first; before blossoming into an insuperably ever-pervading atmosphere of prosperity; divinity and endlessly
symbiotic paradise.
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