Monthly Archives: April 2016

It was a bundle of overwhelmingly sparkling joy; please don’t mercilessly maraud its flesh; with your obnoxiously uncouth nails,

It was a sacrosanct leaf of freshly blossoming life; please don’t invidiously inundate its immaculate brain; with your horrendously truculent tales of bizarre manipulation,

It was a fairy having just descended from the heart of celestial sky; please don’t gruesomely maim it with your indiscriminately cold-blooded stride,

It was the ultimate fulfilling fantasy of any two perpetual lovers; please don’t heinously strangulate the last iota of breath from its innocuously godly body; with your infernos of indescribably sordid malice,

It was a quintessentially ardent constituent in God’s chapter of timeless procreation; please don’t ghastily blind it forever; even before it could open its mesmerizing eyes,

It was an Omnipotent lantern illuminating countless dwellings besieged with disparaging despair; please don’t ruthless snap its hands; with your fangs of vindictive hatred,

It was an unassailable harbinger of humanity; please don’t venomously poison its holistically vibrant soul; with your lecherously stinking world of politics and crime,

It was an astoundingly eclectic and unconquerable prince; please don’t lay a battlefield of your pugnaciously acrid thorns in whatever path that it crawled and blissfully tread,

It was a fountain of inexorably unending happiness; please don’t satanically thrash its ears; with your whips of derogatorily unforgivable savagery,

It was an everlastingly smiling doll which embraced all mankind; please don’t sinfully replace its bountifully adorable laughter; with your ghoulish teardrops of torturously penalizing hell,

It was the most divine fantasy of every organism alive; please don’t hideously cripple its unblemished originality; with your disparaging greed and ostracizing prejudice,

It was an unparalleled jewel of the poignant eye; please don’t salaciously rip apart its skin; with your profusely blood stained and barbaric butcher knife,

It was a blessing from the cosmos to all fraternity of mankind breathing and alive; please don’t trade its innocently benign flesh; for your sinister wads of debasing money,

It was the most impregnable Sun of tomorrow; a spell bindingly guiding light; please don’t horrifically confound its boundless resplendence; with your cloudcovers of treacherously gory night,

It was an unfathomable cistern of perennial enchantment; please don’t bawdily kick it with your bohemian toes; always sunk way beneath the graveyards of insane lifelessness,

It was the greatest star ever shining on marvelous earth divine; please don’t brutally plagiarize it with corpses of illiteracy and pernicious sodomy; instead of gifting it with effulgent toys,

It was a horizon which had absolutely no end; please don’t vengefully asphyxiate its chords of celestial existence; with the disdainful abhorrence for all surviving; ostensibly burgeoning in your eyes,

It was an immortal heartbeat pulsating with unstoppable life; please don’t tyrannically deprive it of all the fathomless tributaries of love; that it was destined to assimilate every unfurling minute of its beautiful life,

In the name of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord O! Devil; please don’t in anyway harm the new born child; even if your desire to kill transcends everything else on
this planet; you can readily take my life; but please don’t harm the child; don’t you dare harm the freshest outcry of newborn life

One day you will ebulliently bounce on the pinnacle of blossoming prosperity; with the ingratiatingly fantastic melody of the atmosphere; blending handsomely with every ingredient of your crimson blood,

One day you will catapult to the absolute epitome of scintillating stardom; with even the most infinitesimal of your wish; immortalizing with the heavens divine,

One day you will irrefutably achieve all what you were harmoniously striving for; celestially diffusing the spirit of compassionate brotherhood; in every nook and
cranny of the gigantic Universe; alike,

One day you will forget all your lambasting miseries and tantalizingly smile; exploring an enthralling township of beauty; on every step that you transgressed,

One day you will find all vibrantly tingling goodness of this planet bountifully blessed in your outstretched lap; with the whispers of ravishing enchantment; immaculately enlightening your every night,

One day you will unequivocally march only on the path of priceless truth; wholesomely abdicating forever and ever and ever; the web of tyrannically disparaging lies,

One day you will triumphantly emerge from the graveyards of despairing gloom; perpetually inundate even the most inconspicuous speck on this earth; with unfathomably benign happiness,

One day you will transform the gory complexion of this planet; bring back a resplendent smile on the lips of the all those uncouthly divested; by the grace of
Almighty God,

One day you will stupendously fantasize only about unshakable solidarity; holistically embark upon an unflinching mission to impregnably unite all caste; creed; tribe and color; in the threads of unassailable humanity,

One day you will find the most beautifully affable mate of your life; who altruistically stood by your impoverished side; even as diabolical hell indefatigably rained from the sky outside,

One day you will fulminate into a cloud of torrential jubilation; wonderfully titillate every iota of this despicably famished earth; with the majestic sweetness of your creation,

One day you will insatiably dance in the aisles of unprecedented desire; gyrate to the tunes of unending harmony; even as the most stringently sweltering rays of the Sun; ferociously charred everything to spurious dust,

One day you will inhale the most sensuously rejuvenating scents of the atmosphere; replenish every aspect of your penuriously dwindling existence; with the fathomless freedom of the; boundlessly bestowing cosmos,

One day you will tranquilly bond with your heavenly soul; discover even the most diminutive fragment of your sparkling conscience; to propagate the ubiquitous essence of simplicity,

One day you will get more than what you could have ever perceived in the most wildest of your dreams; as you selflessly diffused the same; to all those brutally strangulated in the dormitories of unbelievably merciless agony,

One day you will embrace the winds of timeless romance; bask in the glory of earth’s most wonderfully symbiotic relationship; for infinite more births yet to unleash,

One day you will breathe an air so impeccably sacrosanct and without even the tiniest trace of adulterated manipulation; that your conscience will inevitably coalesce with the Omnisciently divine,

One day you will love so immortally with the partner of your choice; that even the most belligerently satanic of devils; would become entirely oblivious to the
word called ghastly crime,

And that day was invincibly sure to come in yours and every benevolent entity’s life; so keep optimistically conceiving and working towards that day; don’t lose
hope; don’t yet die.

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be blind; depriving you of indispensable blankets of blissful sight,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an extraordinary prowess of hearing; making you discern even the most sensitive sounds in the atmosphere; which your sighted counterparts had not the slightest of ability to ever conceive.

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be deaf; divesting you of the most miraculous tenacity to intricately hear,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an astronomical virtue of hawk sight; engendering you to witness even the most distortedly bleary images
floating in voluptuous space; which your mates with perfect ears; had not the slightest of ability to ever perceive.

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be dumb; irrevocably refraining you to utter even the most inconspicuously infinitesimal sound,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an unfathomably delightful virtue of expression; propelling you to magnificently divulge the inner most feelings of your heart; which your supremely tongued compatriots; had not the slightest of ability to ever imagine.

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be maim; acridly crippled to the ground; without even the most minuscule of support to march on your own feet,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the winds of profusely marvelous artistry; which your celestially fingered and fleet footed fellow beings;
had not the slightest of ability to ever dream about.

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be incomprehensibly weak; triggering you to collapse towards the soil every time you tried to get up; afflicted with inexplicable disease all over the blood in your impoverished body,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with ingratiating philosophy and an astoundingly overwhelming tenacity to face the most mightiest of
enemies; which your robustly complexioned mates; had not the slightest of ability to ever fantasize.

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be horrendously Black; coating your entire diminutive countenance with a dungeon of hideous darkness,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an incredulously augmenting wave of uninhibited compassion; which your frigidly snow white mates; had not the slightest of ability to ever posses.

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be pathetically tiny; with every entity that traversed by your side; looming like an untamed giant over your ludicrously
stooping shoulders,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with a lion hearted chest to face the most treacherous of catastrophe that descended from the cosmos; which your belligerently towering and pistol clad friends; had not the slightest of ability to stand upto.
Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be illiterate; swooning ridiculously towards obdurate soil; the instant you heard an obsoletely alien accent lingering around,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the intransigent rudiments of unity; peace and irrefutable truth; which your bombastically stylish and
manipulatively corporate city counterparts; had not the slightest of ability to ever inculcate.

And Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be poor; penuriously surviving each day of your unsurpassably marathon life; sporadically blending with sleazy
drawers of threadbare dust,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the immortal island of love as you passionately throbbed till beyond the island of tantalizing eternity; which your stinkingly rich and opulently glamorous companions; had not the slightest of ability to ever belong to

Don’t talk to the boundlessly barren bits of sky; talk to its garlands of vivaciously mystical clouds; instead,

Don’t talk to the fathomlessly deep ocean; talk to its majestically swirling waves; instead,

Don’t talk to the lackadaisically stretched desert; talk to its royally blossoming festoon of cactus; instead,

Don’t talk to the monotonously sprawled blankets of mirror; talk to its enigmatically alluring reflection; instead,

Don’t talk to the gigantically curved stoical tree; talk to its conglomerate of stupendously enchanting leaves; instead,

Don’t talk to the sonorously snobbish artist; talk to his myriad of incredulously absorbing paintings; instead,

Don’t talk to the insurmountably timid twin horned cow; talk to its pail of impeccably shimmering milk; instead,

Don’t talk to the unfathomably tired and grizzly haired old man; talk to his insatiable nostalgia and overwhelming yearning for the past; instead,

Don’t talk to the hideously sinister spider; talk to its mesmerizing strands of silken web which swayed exuberantly with the breeze; instead,

Don’t talk to the stringently suspended coat of thick skin; talk to its relentless infernos of unsurpassable desire; instead,

Don’t talk to the shriveled petals of the indiscriminately trampled lotus; talk to their
irrefutably exotic scent that still drifted for times immemorial in the atmosphere; instead,

Don’t talk to the country sandwiched as a rigidly aligned dot on the map; talk to its people who transpired its freedom; instead,

Don’t talk to the gruesomely morbid and perilous night; talk to its resplendent coat of seductively tantalizing stars; instead,

Don’t talk to the rustically indigenous and shaggily attired soldier; talk to his tales of immortal triumph; instead,
Don’t talk to the indefatigably treacherous mountain slopes; talk to its grandiloquently sculptured summit; glistening under the golden Sun; instead,

Don’t talk to the battalion of inexorably bored and lackluster twigs, talk to their flamboyantly crackling flames of rhapsodic fire; instead,

Don’t talk to the monstrously diabolical chameleon; talk to its unbelievable barrage of vividly changing colors instead,

Don’t talk to the dictatorial definitions of pragmatic life; talk to its labyrinth of exhilarating anecdotes; instead,

And don’t talk to two lovers absconding unrelentingly from the barricades of this miserably conventional society; talk to their poignantly staring eyes; talk to their ardently sensuous breath; talk to their passionately throbbing hearts; which had all bonded for infinite births as one; instead.

Don’t mess with lies; it would hedonistically massacre you with its fangs of vindictively flagrant prejudice,

Don’t mess with the scorpion; it would so ballistically permeate its venomously curled tail into your nimble flesh; that you’d never be able to raise your hindside,

Don’t mess with the Sun; it would burn you to infinitesimal moles of inane ash; which wouldn’t be accepted even by the land of disastrously disappearing oblivion,

Don’t mess with the Shark; it would pulverize every element of your countenance to such a pulverized chowder; that wouldn’t be visible with even the most contemporarily high powered telescope,

Don’t mess with the avalanche; it would treacherously bury you an infinite feet beneath your corpse; a place so scurrilously asphyxiating beneath the earth; where
even darkness dreaded to dare,

Don’t mess with obsession; it would maniacally frazzle every sensuously sensitive vein of your persona; reduce you to such a bundle of delirious meaninglessness that even the coffins of hell would blatantly refuse,

Don’t mess with the ghost; it would wretchedly jinx you beyond the comprehensions of infinite infinity; torturing you to such an extent; that you vomited raw blood everytime you witnessed the contours of your face,

Don’t mess with the storm; it would inexhaustibly lambaste you against cold-blooded stone; till the time your bones felt that wholesomely gruesome extinction was a better alternative instead,

Don’t mess with the knife; it would slice you into so many unsparing countless bits; that even the most hideously barbaric vultures would find it bizarrely gory to digest,

Don’t mess with the lion; it wouldn’t given you even the most evanescent chance to fulfill your last wish; before it gobbled you like a robust mosquito for its afternoon lunch,

Don’t mess with corruption; it would make every step of your blissfully resplendent existence; more egregiously strangulating than the werewolves of ghoulishly satanic hell,

Don’t mess with the vampish seductress; she would firstly tantalize you to realms beyond supremely ecstatic paradise; only to mercilessly excoriate apart every bit of your skin; for stitching her compassionate night-coat,

Don’t mess with the gallows; they would surreptitiously creep upon you in your celestially contented slumber; to make it nefariously and irretrievably permanent,

Don’t mess with the bat; it would so barbarously pluck the whites and blacks of your beautiful eyes; that your face would dissolve into laconically inconspicuous space for times immemorial,

Don’t mess with the mirage; it would satiate the chords of your agonizingly charred throat till beyond eternal eternity; before eventually making you lick granules of dry sand with acidulous thorns embedded inside; instead,

Don’t mess with lightening; it would numb the quintessential nexus of your existence to such a threshold; that even the most cannibalistic swords massacring your head would seem to you as a flutter of a seductive eyelash,

Don’t mess with symbiotism; it would sodomize the chapters of your harmonious survival in such a way; that traumatic incarceration would become your sole mantra to whimperingly exist,

Don’t mess with blood; it would abandon you forever in the gutterpipe of ostracizing deceit; beheading you as a lecherously parasitic alien; although you were its cardinally very own,

And don’t mess with love; it would grant you such a diabolical death for betraying and tampering with its insuperably Omnipotent spirit; that life in any form; shape or fraternity; would never ever in even the most obsolete of birth; accept you once again

Don’t make me insensitive to the sorrows of the world; make me accept them as a part of the inevitably proceeding chapter of evolution,

Don’t make me insensitive to the battalion of hardships; make me accept them as a courageously stepping stone to unprecedented success,

Don’t make me insensitive to the flamboyantly blazing rays of the Sun; make me accept them for the intrepid fortitude in their light; filtering a path of invincible victory through a blanket of perpetual darkness,

Don’t make me insensitive to the gargantuan avalanches of snow hurtling down; make me accept them for the icy cool they generated; which exotically tingled the
scarlet blood down my spine,

Don’t make insensitive to the tumultuously galloping time; make me accept its sacrosanct essence; as each cherished second blossomed into a wholesomely
satisfying minute,

Don’t make me insensitive to the profusely escalating ball of hostile flames; make me accept their compassionate traces of rejuvenating warmth they provided in the invidious chill,

Don’t make me insensitive to the infinite cumbersome knots as I alighted each step; make me accept them as eyeopeners; to quell my pompously inflated pride,

Don’t make me insensitive to the ghastly blackness; make me accept it as a thoroughly indispensable ingredient of the day,

Don’t make me insensitive to the mountain of acridly blood tainted thorns; make me accept them for the unrelenting wave of passion they generated; when poignantly transgressed upon,

Don’t make me insensitive to abhorrent abuse; make me accept them as a part of irascibly augmenting temper; a pugnacious outburst of emotions; a testimonial to
the fact that no human was perfect,

Don’t make me insensitive to enduring challenges; make me accept them as testing footholds; which blossomed eventually into the gift called life,

Don’t make me insensitive to tunes of overwhelming boredom; make me accept them as an unavoidable mist; in the onerously Herculean struggle for existence,

Don’t make me insensitive to the disdainfully unruly commotion in the crowd; make me accept my fellow compatriots in their true spirit for survival; their innocuously humanitarian hearts,

Don’t make me insensitive to the descending of the insurmountably ferocious storm; make me accept the streaks of vivaciously austere lightening as the unflinching principles to propel forward in life,

Don’t make me insensitive to horrendously obnoxious scent; make me accept it as a smell lingering perennially in the atmosphere; along with the stupendously incarcerating odor of the rose,

Don’t make me insensitive to the inexorably obsessive chain of thoughts in my mind; make me accept them as a pertinent constituent to constantly show me my worth
in life,

Don’t make me insensitive to the anecdotes of pernicious betrayal; make me accept them as the sweet poison needed to sustain blissfully bestowed upon life,

Don’t make me insensitive to the pathetically fading heartbeats; make me accept them as naturally as I had wholeheartedly welcomed nascent wails of fresh birth,

And don’t make me insensitive to the immortal closure of breath O! Almighty Lord; make me accept its unfathomably perilous consequences; so that I realized the value of each preciously transcending moment in life.

Don’t make me taller than the clouds; protruding my head above realms of infinite infinity,
That I became oblivious to my fellow compatriots on earth; had to bend beyond limits of comprehension; to walk abreast their benevolent countenances.

Don’t make me fairer than white ice; with an unfathomably glorious aura radiating profusely from my flesh,
That I miserably dwindled to recognize those with the slightest tinge of black around me; shrugged my nose in disdain towards the realistic forms of humanity.

Don’t make me more ferocious than the fires swirling towards the cosmos; charring everything in tangible atmosphere to inconspicuous bits of threadbare ash,
That I ruthlessly swept past my comrades in inexplicable pain; uncouthly forgot to commiserate with even those; who were solely instrumental for my existence.

Don’t make me more mystical than the chapter of existence; entrenched by waves
of stupendously alluring enigma,
That I didn’t understand the hearts of innocent children; overruling them with my torrential downpour of intriguing intricacies.

Don’t make me more invincible than the divine; instilling in me the unprecedented power of conquering every iota of this fathomless planet,
That I started to condemn those frolicking in the lap of their mothers; the very celestial shrine of sacrosanct essence; wherein I had spent my entire childhood.

Don’t make me more prudent than the Sun; possessing even the most infinitesimal bit of knowledge loitering on this planet,
That I basked in the overwhelming glory of my memory; feeling it worthless to disseminate the same to my fellow mates in profound despair.

Don’t make me more cool than gargantuan avalanches of snow; inundating my soul with a mountain of gratifying peace,
That I was simply unable to comprehend the whirlwind of insurmountable agony besieging my loved ones; thoroughly nonplussed by the tragic disasters which
unleashed; right before my eyes.

Don’t make me more fragrant than the most scarlet of roses; deluging my persona with magnanimous scent and voluptuously exotic spray,
That I diabolically kicked every fruit and flower that confronted me in my way; trampled mother nature under my bohemian feet; instead of blending in its
mesmerizing lap for centuries immemorial.

Don’t make me more wealthy than the entire treasury of this Universe; triggering my pockets to explode with an unbelievable flurry of gold and shimmering silver,
That I relinquished even the tiniest trace of effort from within my veins; slept like a demon whilst my brothers and sisters; bathed in an unrelenting tornado of pain.

And don’t make me more satisfied than the angels O! Lord; overwhelming my lap with all the riches of this planet; even before I found my breath to utter them coherently,
That I didn’t feel the slightest need to discover the beautiful gift of love in life; spent countless lifetimes like a dreadful corpse; even after possessing infinite arms; legs and hearts.

Don’t keep glimpsing at me like that; flirtatiously winking your eyelashes; towards my impoverished countenance; every now and again,
Or else I would hug you insatiably till times beyond eternity; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and
ever.

Don’t keep teasing me like that; tantalizing me like the twinkling stars; as you trespassed past my shivering skin; every now and again,
Or else I would whisk you beyond a land more mesmerizing than paradise; with each of your senses intermingled in mine; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever.

Don’t keep smiling at me like that; seducing me into your web of titillating fantasy; as you evaded me like the drifting clouds; every now and again,
Or else I would surrender all my worldly possession at your divinely feet; romance with you perennially in the fabulous clouds; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever.

Don’t keep enticing me like that; shimmering like the fading rays of the voluptuously magnificent Sun; on my eyeballs; every now and again,
Or else I would entangle you in my arms as fireballs of thunder descended from the sky; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever.

Don’t stare at me like that; poignantly casting a spell of unconquerable compassion; upon my dreary soul; every now and again,
Or else I would caress each cranny of your immaculately sparkling skin; drown myself in your enchanting visage; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever.

Don’t whisper to me like that; sporadically disappearing and then taking my breath away; with your ravishing belly; every now and again,
Or else I would drown myself for everlasting eternity in the melody of your enthralling sound; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately
throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever.

Don’t keep encircling me like that; stinging each of my dwindling nerves; beyond the summit of untamed mysticism; every now and again,
Or else I would blend with your rhapsodic shadow like an famished beggar; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and
ever and ever.

Don’t intimidate me like that; piercing me wholesomely with the insatiable volcano’s of yearning in your blood; every now and again,
Or else I would irrevocably bond with you in threads of perpetual matrimony; coalescing completely with your righteous conscience; keeping you incarcerated
in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever.

And don’t love me like that; appeasing my every desire like a celestial angel from the heavenly skies; every now and again,
Or else I would simply forget to die; immortally existing in the walls of your eternal soul; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever.

Don’t mercilessly kill silence; neither get killed by its hopelessly asphyxiating swirl; but forever conquer its worthlessly decrepit hell; with the symbiotically enthralling triumph
in your voice; instead,

Don’t cold-bloodedly kill lies; neither get killed by its maliciously venomous vacuum; but forever conquer its diabolically abhorrent corpse; with the unfathomable gorge of truth in your soul; instead,

Don’t heartlessly kill unemployment; neither get killed by its wantonly jilted shadow; but forever conquer its cannibalistically wastrel decay; with the perennial enlightenment of symbiotism in every ingredient of your blood; instead,

Don’t uncouthly kill perversion; neither get killed by its deliriously incoherent mortuaries; but forever conquer its demonically sadistic impressions; with the pearls of innocence so poignantly reflecting from the whites of your eyes; instead,

Don’t tyrannically kill racism; neither get killed by its hedonistically carnivorous coffins; but forever conquer its barbarously unkempt idiosyncrasies; with the religion of priceless humanity in every beat of your heart; instead,

Don’t viciously kill crime; neither get killed by its lethally capsizing graveyards; but forever conquer its truculently unforgivable leash; with the impregnable lamp of truth perpetually glowing in your conscience; instead,

Don’t vindictively kill spirits; neither get killed by their savagely acrimonious curse; but forever conquer their nonexistently appalling spell of bad luck; with the flame of righteously tireless perseverance in each of your footsteps; instead,

Don’t salaciously kill laziness; neither get killed by its uselessly indolent ingredients; but forever conquer its treacherously lackadaisical gallows of stagnation; with the timelessly majestic and golden globules of your honest sweat; instead,

Don’t impetuously kill greed; neither get killed by its satanically maiming mortuaries; but forever conquer its hideously amorphous dungeons of dismal decadence; with the rivers of resplendently benign selflessness cascading through your veins; instead,

Don’t indiscriminately kill infidelity; neither get killed by its ghastily stabbing inundation; but forever conquer its beguilingly distraught fangs; with the beats of Immortal Love; compassionately palpitating in your heart; instead,

Don’t rebelliously kill poverty; neither get killed by its gruesomely emaciating estrangements; but forever conquer its ruthlessly strangulating roots; with the unlimited opulence of God’s creation; which was profoundly embodied in your veins; instead,

Don’t violently kill depression; neither get killed by its traumatically beheading pathways; but forever conquer its maniacally wastrel gutters of emptiness; with the victoriously congenital spirit of happiness in your soul; instead,

Don’t pugnaciously kill prostitution; neither get killed by its bawdily shriveled ghosts; but forever conquer its sleazily sinful fabric of devastation; with your peerlessly unflinching specter of faithfulness; instead,

Don’t savagely kill impotency; neither get killed by its ludicrously inane oblivion; but forever conquer its baselessly dastardly existence; with the endlessly abundant seeds of proliferation in your identity; instead,

Don’t brutally kill hatred; neither get killed by its ferociously slandering fumes; but forever conquer its devilishly blasphemous tunnels of deterioration; with the spirit of inimitably priceless unity reflecting from even the most infinitesimal of your shadow; instead,

Don’t ominously kill terrorism; neither get killed by its disastrously rotten stench; but forever conquer its indescribably despicable signature; with the waves of eternally altruistic peace drifting from each pore of your persona; instead,

Don’t deplorably kill atheism; neither get killed by its heinously massacring bad-will; but forever conquer its sacrilegiously tarnished ramification; with your everlasting faith in Omnipotent God and truth; instead,

Don’t irately kill the devil; neither get killed by his perilously sinister desecration; but forever conquer his coffins of sadistically tormenting lethality; with the blessedly undefeated humanitarian spirit in you; instead,

And don’t vituperatively kill death; neither get killed by its hopelessly numbing daggers; but forever conquer its lividly crucifying grip; with each unassailably brilliant breath
of your nostrils; instead.

Those who consider themselves to be highly creative; basking in the glory of their ingenious ideas; are infact never creative at all,

Those who consider themselves extremely intelligent; claiming to remember every thing ever embossed in the history books; are infact never intelligent at all,

Those who consider themselves to be valiantly brave; proclaiming to conquer every power on this earth; are infact never brave at all,

Those who consider themselves to be beautiful; the only angels traversing on this planet; are infact never beautiful at all,

Those who consider themselves to be tall; the most gigantic amongst any entity ever created; are infact never tall at all,

Those who consider themselves as shrewd and overwhelmingly tactful; are infact never tactful at all,

Those who consider themselves to be the most versatile musicians in this world; are infact never singers at all,

Those who consider themselves to be the best swimmers; bombastically announcing that they could trespass across the colossal belt of the ocean even in the most
tumultuous of storm; are infact never swimmers at all,

Those who consider themselves to be the most mesmerizing artists; able to sketch any form or shape better than God; are infact never artists at all,

Those who consider themselves to be great dancers; adept at performing every definable step under the Sun with stupendous mysticism and charm; are infact
never dancers at all,

Those who consider themselves to be unprecedentedly skilled surgeons; curing every wound visible by the mere caress of their palms; are infact never surgeons at all,

Those who consider themselves to be dynamic managers; adroitly maneuvering all the workforce with the inherent appeal and cadence in their voice; are infact
never managers at all,

Those who consider themselves to the most flawless of priests; sanctimoniously conveying to the globe about their prowess to communicate with God; are infact
never priests at all,
Those who consider themselves to be the most ferocious of hunters; able to capsize any animal into their custody by simply grabbing it at its throat; are infact never hunters at all,

Those who consider themselves to be great politicians; claiming to know every intricate nuance in the textbooks; harnessing the optimum benefits for their country; are infact never politicians at all,

Those who consider themselves to be the benign philanthropists of this society; advertising in every paper and street of how much they have helped mankind; are infact never philanthropists at all,

Those who consider themselves to be Oligarchic kings; royally seated on the throne and dispassionately ruling their nation; are infact never kings at all,

Those who consider themselves as magicians of the highest degree; able to metamorphose every thing they touched into shimmering oysters and pearls; are infact never magicians at all,

Those who consider themselves to be super humans; having the ability to prognosticate what was going to happen at nightfall right at the commencement of the brilliant day; are infact never humans at all,

For who were you to consider yourself as anything; when infact; he being the Creator didn’t think of himself at all,

And if you still really perceive that you are something; then don’t just say it or keep considering; go out there and prove it; and then and only then give yourself a chance to reclaim the glory of your pretentiously spoken words.