Monthly Archives: April 2016

Buttons

The colossal deodar tree was embossed with infinite buttons of parrot green,
which swayed frivolously with ravishing currents of enigmatic breeze.

The sky was flooded with buttons of flocculent white,
Dispersed into cocoons of rain yielding humid gas.

The contemporary pistol was embedded with a fleet of compact lead buttons,
Capable of annihilating palpable entities to lifeless souls.

Palatial waters of the emerald ocean were abundant with hordes of fish,
Which swam with acrobatic ease in swirling waters; under the nocturnal moon.

The sizzling agglomerate of continental soup was resplendent with buttons of tubular mushroom,
Which disintegrated into sumptuous splinters when savored by a cluster of teeth.

Pellucid glass of the time piece; incorporated slender buttons of metal,
Which arduously circulated in clockwise journeys throughout decades of survival.

Succulent pulp of the watermelon; held captive a plethora of brown buttons,
Which had sour juice trapped in deep recesses of soft kernel.

The driving wheel of scintillating automobile; possessed a conspicuously protuberant button,
Producing discordant sounds when compressed to supreme angularity.

Mammoth jerry cans of cow milk; consisted of tangible buttons of salubrious cream,
Which reinvigorated dreary mechanisms of the body with unprecedented energy.

The magnanimous jaw of alligator was juxtaposed with an army of acerbic button,
Ready to ferociously strip bountiful flesh from strong bone.

Silver sands of the sea shore were emollient with surplus fillings of mystical buttons,
Which shone brilliantly in the midday Sun; nestled in tranquil under a cameo of stars.

And visual apparatus of my eye was blessed with translucent buttons of vision,
Which envisaged her love in the day; inevitably sighting her on every piece of land,
Sleeping in contentment with her fragrance pilfering my thought flow for the
ruthless night.

But You Would Still Fail

You could mercilessly snatch my eyes; engender a blanket of gruesomely debilitating darkness to wholesomely engulf me till eternity,

You could make me dismally dumb; with my tongue refraining to utter even the most tiniest of sound,

You could maim me worse than a dying dog; fomenting me to slither pathetically on the ground; as I tried to surge the slightest of distance forward,

You could starve me more brutally than the scorching desert; savagely drying the last drop of blood circulating in my body,

But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was perpetually mine.

You could make me haplessly beg on the boisterous streets; shiver uncontrollably in the freezing night; adorning me in rags of disdainful barbed wire,

You could satanically smash my scalp into infinite fragments; making me swoon in a bloody heap towards profusely dusty ground,

You could incarcerate me in a dungeon replete with lethal scorpion; and even the most obscure beam of Sunlight; being an insurmountably far cry,

You could make me treacherously transgress over a blanket of sizzling embers; making me inevitably shrug holistic degrees of blissful control,

But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was
perpetually mine.

You could throw me diabolically from the fathomless sky; laugh to your hearts content; as nobody on this earth could now recognize me in my unfathomably broken form,

You could blend the most heinous poison in the water that I sipped; watching me horrendously gasp for mammoth breathfulls of serene air,

You could strip me uncouthly of all the wealth I possessed; leave me to confront my destiny; abreast an island of serrated skinned alligators,

You could shoot me right through the head; with a battalion of boundless bullets hurling at unsurpassable speeds from your murderously gleaming revolver,

But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was
perpetually mine.

You could crucify me to bodily submission; nailing my nimble persona with an incomprehensible armory of barbaric thorns,

You could use me as food for the preposterously gigantic whale; tossing me like a chunk of dilapidated vegetable; right into the moaning monsters mouth,

You could squelch me to inconspicuous pulp against the chain of blood curling rocks; before eventually dumping me countless kilometers beneath my corpse,

You could make every step of my life more tyrannical than infinite hell’s combined together; stabbing me every unfurling second with astronomical amount of
unbearable pain,

But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was
perpetually mine.

But You Looked The Best

You looked more ravishing than the fairies; when I sighted you under flamboyantly fiery rays of dazzling Sunlight,

You looked more mesmerizing than the heavenly waterfalls; when I sighted you under milky beams of resplendent moonlight,

You looked more innocuous than the freshly born infant; when I sighted you under ethereally evanescent shadows of dawn,

You looked more tantalizing than the full blossomed vivacious peacock; when I sighted you in the overwhelmingly murky camouflage of dusk,

But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine.

You looked more celestial than the angels; when I sighted you frolicking flirtatiously in the ocean waves,

You looked more enchanting than the myriad of profusely poignant rose; when I sighted you blushing in untamed embarrassment,

You looked more seductive than the most voluptuous of nights; when I sighted you gallivanting euphorically upon your golden horse,

You looked more immaculate that the crusts of pristine snow; when I sighted you spreading your lips into a spell binding smile,

But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine.

Your looked more surreally fabulous than the most unfathomable of dream; when I sighted you soaring through the handsomely misty clouds,

You looked more exuberant than the thunderously gushing breeze; when I sighted you wholesomely drenched in ebullient globules of fresh rain,

You looked more astonishing than royally crackling flames of fire; when I sighted you embellished in a festoon of silver oyster pearls,

You looked more fragrant than the field of newly sprouted lotus; when I sighted you philandering barefoot in the wilderness of the enigmatic midnight,

But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine.

You looked more sagacious than any prudent entity on this planet; when I sighted you communicating with the flock of impeccable pigeons; perched majestically on
your rubicund palms,

You looked more alluring than the incredulously striped rainbow in the sky; when I sighted you whistling and staring unrelentingly into exotically open space,

You looked more dense than most fathomless of forests; when I sighted you batting your eyelids towards the mirror; an infinite times,

You looked more special than anybody else on this planet; when I sighted tears of poignant philanthropism; dribble down from your irrefutably sacred eyes,

But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine.

But Yet I Surrendered

The most pernicious of mountains on this Universe miserably failed to deter me; as I euphorically surged like an untamed prince; without batting even an infinitesimal eyelid; beyond the summits of eternal paradise,

The most lecherous of oceans on this Universe disdainfully failed to drown me; as I vivaciously flew like an inimitably majestic eagle; over the fathomlessly priceless carpet of this astoundingly panoramic earth,

The most abstruse of forests on this Universe pathetically failed to scare me; as I uninhibitedly raced like an impregnable panther through the poignantly regale paths; of the spell bindingly sunlit hills,

The most vindictive of cannibals on this Universe ludicrously failed to devour me; as I timelessly slept in the caverns of unprecedented exhilaration; enchantingly fantasizing about the fathomless treasures of solidarity; for infinite more births of
mine,

The most avaricious of parasites on this Universe lugubriously failed to suck me; as I tirelessly sang like a mellifluously golden nightingale all exotic night; only to embrace realms of profoundly unassailable sleep; the entire swelteringly sunlit day,

The most diabolical of prisons on this Universe harrowingly failed to incarcerate me; as I sailed in harmoniously princely unison with the gorgeously gregarious atmosphere; blending even the most diminutive of my senses with the religion of
symbiotically priceless mankind,

The most fetid of traitors on this Universe disparagingly failed to harm me; as I bountifully blazed in an unrelenting saga of immortal bravery; altruistically serving my sacrosanct mother soil; till I abdicated my very last breath,

The most simpering of deserts on this Universe stupidly failed to scorch me; as I celestially floated in a paradise of magnanimously unending goodness; uniting tumultuously estranged souls across this boundless planet; in the threads of irrevocably handsome truth,

The most licentious of venoms on this Universe preposterously failed to asphyxiate me; as I radiantly proliferated into a river of sensuously enamoring happiness; every unfurling minute of my diminutively delineated lifetime,

The most acrimonious of thorns on this Universe ingloriously failed to perpetuate me; as I galloped like thunderbolts of profusely vibrant lightening; through the corridors of blissfully heavenly prosperity,
The most sinister of witches on this Universe insipidly failed to jinx me; as I unconquerably permeated through even the most ephemerally treacherous norm of the acridly abhorrent society; metamorphosing every bit of salaciously derogatory
lies into the island of; blessed righteousness,

The most tumultuous of sunrays on this Universe repeatedly failed to stifle me; as I fearlessly blossomed into the most rhapsodically effulgent fruits of God’s creation; since the very first cry of my beautiful birth,

The most unfathomable of superpowers on this Universe disastrously failed to tame me; as I irrefutably vanquished even the most evanescent trace of evil on this globe; philanthropically crusading for the cause of symbiotic peace; by the grace of the Almighty Lord,

The most hedonistic of maelstroms on this Universe ridiculously failed to shake me; as I exhaled into a fireball of intransigently dazzling exuberance; optimistically enlightening the lives of one and all; aristocratically alike,

The most truculent of scorpions on this Universe flagrantly failed to sting me; as I triumphantly emerged from the aisles of inconspicuously obsolete nothingness; as the ultimate harbinger of resplendently robust humanity,

The most remorseful of graveyards on this Universe stupefyingly failed to haunt me; as I culminated into the rainbow of holistically gifted existence; indefatigably kissing the freshly formed golden dew,

The most adverse of tyrannical agonies on this Universe grotesquely failed to overpower me; as I spawned into an unsurpassably benign entrenchment of
happiness; diffusing the mantra of contentment on every path that I nimbly tread,

The most devilish of deaths on this Universe dastardly failed to annihilate me; as I mushroomed into an endless festoon of eclectically wonderful lives; every
unleashing instant on this earth and beyond,

O! Yes; All of the above and incomprehensibly more was unquestionably there with me by the grace of the Omnipotent Lord; But yet I fell on her divinely feet
like a speck of frigidly parsimonious wind; But yet I uncontrollably shivered like a diminishing destitute in her perpetual palms; But yet I lost all direction
of my life in her impeccably twinkling eyes; But yet I forever surrendered myself as the ultimate slave of her immortally beating heart.

But What To Do With This Heart

I could perhaps control my brain; diverting it to a billion other directions of mesmerizing beauty and unparalleled enchantment,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats unrelentingly bounced to an infinite kilometers beyond the horizons of emptiness in clear sky; without her magically royal shadow by their side.

I could perhaps control my brain; profusely sedating it without listening to a trifle of its choice; with the most efficaciously inclement tranquilizers,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats reverberated more thunderously than the most untamed lightening and storm; without her unbelievably mellifluous voice by their side.

I could perhaps control my brain; maliciously poisoning it against the most ethereal of emotion on this Universe; everytime it commenced to inexplicably cry,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats lost every trace of direction; went ludicrously haywire even in the most brilliantly explicit Sunlight; without her
magnanimously bestowing palms by their side.

I could perhaps control my brain; treacherously rebuking it to such an ignominiously contemptuous threshold; that it became oblivious to its very own voice,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats drowned a zillion feet beneath the coffin of nothingness; without the rhapsodically effulgent sweetness of her existence by their side.

I could perhaps control my brain; mechanically attuning it to the mundane vagaries of survival; dictating upon it that the mantra of survival of the fittest was the only mantra that it should profoundly realize,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats dimmed to a lackadaisical singleton in the entire day; without her miraculously alleviating aura by their side.

I could perhaps control my brain; whiplashing it with the severest of medicinal injection; so that it couldn’t conceive an iota beyond the aisles of mundane
practicality,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats withered more faster than preposterously slippery quick sand; without her innocuously righteous stare by their side.

I could perhaps control my brain; splitting it apart into an unsurpassable halves; as it started to reminisce those moments when we first divinely met,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats shook hands with murderous apocalypses of hedonistic hell; without her pristinely humanitarian stride by their side.

I could perhaps control my brain; metamorphosing its structure surgically; from one that remained obsessed solely with her desire; to one that nonchalantly moved
step by step with the ruthlessly robotic planet outside,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats uncompromisingly cried tears of raw blood for an infinite more lifetimes; without her fructifying dynamite of blissful energy by their side.

I could perhaps control my brain; neutralizing even the most evanescent of its intricate emotionality; with the salaciously cold-blooded poison of current world commercialism and inevitable corruption,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats trembled more vociferously than the tremors of the most devastating earthquake; without her timelessly blossoming fragrance by their side.

I could perhaps control my brain; inexhaustibly subjugating it with chains of concentratedly Spartan meditation; whenever it wandered towards memories of
gloriously triumphant past,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats were rendering me an unfathomable billion torturous deaths even though I was veritably alive; without the spirit
of her immortally Omnipotent love by their side.

But What About Those?

You may have washed your hands; cleaning them scrupulously of the most invisible of stain,
But what about the blood adhering to your heart; the several innocent whom you had beheaded without any rhyme or reason?

You may have eaten stupendously sizzling slices of mutton; masticating the morsels after blending them with handsome salt,
But what about the goat mother who bleated incessantly; after losing her only son, the only flesh she had delivered facing the grueling agony of long months?

You may have laughed the loudest in the crowd; propagating the same infectiously
in pedestrians around you,
But what about the old man; who had to trip his footing in a slush of dirty sewage water; in order to cause you to smile?

You may have dressed in the most glamorous of coat and trousers; sprinkling your entire demeanor with an ocean of passionate scent,
But what about those tyrannized sheep who were left shivering in bizarre cold; after you uncouthly stripped their skins of their natural protection?

You may have spoken the most flowery speech on the mike; drawing loads of adulation from all those who were mesmerized by the beautiful essence in the lines,
But what about the writer whom you had incarcerated in the dungeons; after stealing his writing to stand tall and domineering?

You may have driven in the most contemporary of car; with its golden wheels traversing the meandering lanes of the hill like a galloping panther,
But what about the infinite stalks of fresh grass; the innocuous infants wandering around; whom you had trampled indiscriminately in your insatiable march towards victory?

You may have drunk cartons full of mineral water; quenching your thirst under the scorching Sun of midday,
But what about those people reeling under severe drought; whose wells you had emptied to tingle the food in your stomach?

You may have lived for a 100 years; surviving on the most conventional of medicine and steroids,
But what about those innocent whom you had slaved; in order to clean every iota of dirt you spat on this earth?

And you may have loved; imprisoning every girl you set your eyes on with the power of your wealth,
But what about all those billion lives you had assassinated; in order to satisfy
each desire of yours?

But That Doesn’t Mean

I might be possessing an uncouthly scraggy beard; encapsulating my cheeks abominably from all sides,
But that doesn’t mean; that I didn’t have soft flesh on my visage; the voluptuous tinge which seduced the most glorious of angels into an absolute submission.

I might be endowed with a color which was darker than the sootiest of charcoal; repelling every entity I transgressed in my way,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t fantasize about all the beautiful maidens on this Universe; drown and coalesce myself each instant with the ultimate of marvels; infinite lands transcending the island of paradise.

I might be residing with an insatiable whirlpool of mosquito’s in my dingy hut; without an iota of currency in my bedraggled pockets,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t perceive ingenious ideas in my brain; to metamorphose this lecherously manipulative society once again; into benevolent mankind.

I might be tinier than the inconspicuously diminutive ant in stature; being overwhelmingly mocked by all tangible living on this planet,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t stand of my own feet; shirk into my reclusive cocoon; when it came to defending philanthropic mankind.

I might be having a voice more horrendously disgusting than the croaking frogs; inundating the atmosphere each moment with pathetically disgruntled cacophony,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t explicitly voice my feelings; pacify the torrential agony in my soul; with the poignancy I generated through my words.

I might be bereft of eyes right since immaculate childhood; stumbling on each gloomy footstep; like a pack of frigidly soft cards,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t enlighten other’s lives; cast optimistic rays of splendor and hope; in the paths of those staggering towards horrific nothingness.

I might be disastrously ugly; with every quarter of spuriously bombastic mankind; rebuking me beyond the limits of ignominious condemnation,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t impregnate heavenly fragrance in my comrades shivering beside their corpse; assist them blossom again from the tenterhooks of hopeless extinction.

I might be utterly famished due to brutal circumstances; deprived of the most infinitesimal morsel of food since centuries immemorial,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t perceive stupendously oligarchic cuisine lingering in exotic kitchens; harness the most majestic of artistry with every droplet; of my profoundly compassionate blood.

I might be profusely decaying and old; now awaiting death any instant to embrace me in its inevitably ghastly stranglehold,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t bounce and frolick like a new born child; innocently pour out whatever enveloped the walls of my conscience to the extraneous world.

And I might be bound in devilishly blood coated chains; unable to budge even a minuscule inch over the gory imprisonment entrenching me murderously from all
sides,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t love; romance; care; share; with the person I revered the most; bond each of my senses in the swirl of an immortal relationship; which no bloody chain on this earth could ever break.

But Still Loving You And Only You

Strip all the inimitably bountiful melody from my voice; heartlessly leaving me to wander; through the aimless streets of cacophonic incongruity and thwarted obstreperousness,

Strip all the immaculately enriched artistry from my fingers; uncouthly leaving me to claw my way; through a robotic matchbox of maniacally manipulative and corporate darkness,

Strip all the spirit to philanthropically hoist from my shoulders; diabolically leaving me without a singleton mission on this earth; and shirking further and further away from the fabric of miraculous humanity,

Strip all the unfathomably passionate yearning from my eyes; parasitically leaving me in a dungeon of vindictive blackness; where all I could sight were the ghosts of monotonous give and take,

Strip all the undaunted compassionate from my chest; sinfully leaving me in a slush-pile of pathetically lame meaninglessness; wildly groping in every conceivable direction for the warmth of fresh creation,

Strip all the exultating rhythm of adventure from my feet; disastrously leaving me to follow the same treacherous route to shame; every monstrous day and viciously marauding night,

Strip all the insuperable temerity from my teeth; hopelessly leaving me to wantonly suck every ounce of benign achievement; from every fathomable bosom that I encountered my way on the trajectory of soil,

Strip all the victoriously bedazzling romance from my skin; morbidly leaving me in a coffin of hateful lamentation; with even the most sensuously hilted knives floundering to have the tiniest effect on my soul,

Strip all the ubiquitously enthralling fantasy from my brain; grievously leaving me to squander an infinite miles; under the treacherously acrimonious rays of the afternoon Sun; and crippling sinking sand beneath my feet,

Strip all the zealous tenacity from my bones; abysmally leaving me to fret and ludicrously regret; tossing like an impotent idiot as the hideous devil massacred and violently rampaged through my motherland,

Strip all the untamed ardor from my sweat; preposterously leaving me like the ultimate beggar of my time; unrelentingly staggering on obdurate ground; without the most infinitesimal wings of desire,

Strip all the unparalleled sensitivity from my spine; abjectly leaving me to squeak till death; in the gutters of fetid moroseness and deliriously beheading practicality,

Strip all the spell-binding humanitarian valor from my blood; wretchedly leaving me to solely sight my reflection in mud; seek solace in the utmost hell’s of obscurity; far from the most invisible cry of eternal living kind,

Strip all the burgeoning virility from my loins; mercilessly leaving me in victimizing morasses of incarceration; unable to blissfully emboss even a footprint of mine on earth; even after an infinite births and deaths,

Strip all the enlivening rhapsody from my lips; agonizingly leaving me to squabble and sob; even as the most unassailable epitomes of success and happiness; profusely kissed my doorstep,

Strip all the unshakably divine truth from my conscience; unsparingly leaving me to confront each instant of passing life; abominably entangled in a jailhouse of blood-stained chicanery and thorns,

Strip all the unconquerable fieriness from my breath; banefully leaving me to unceasingly gape amongst lividly infertile patches of sky; with the true elixir of my existence evaporating; even before it could be born,

Strip all the perpetually passionate ardor of my heart; cursedly leaving me in the graveyards of baselessly penalizing war; where the only diet that existed day and night; was that of symbiotic blood and human breath,

And you’ll eventually get my body- living the life of a gruesomely
dead corpse; but still loving you and only you O! heavenly beloved;
and with an intensity which was an infinite times even greater; than
when I was naturally and perfectly alive.

But Remember O! Mate

You might be ripped apart to an infinite pieces of nothingness; by the bawdily conventional and disdainfully ostracizing society outside,

You might be dragged through the aisles of living mortuaries worse than hell; by the scurrilously decrepit and bizarrely baseless society outside,

You might be mercilessly thrashed with whiplashes of ignominiously vengeful abhorrent all day; by the diabolically parasitic and sadistically sinister society outside,

You might be brutally pierced in your tongue and till the very last bone of your philanthropic spine; by the disgustingly dramatic and pompously pulverizing society outside,

But remember O! mate; irrespective of whatever on this commercially sinful earth today; for every benevolent sharing of yours; for every truthful ramification of
your soul; for every symbiotic desire that you nurtured and diffused; there were the greatest of God’s saluting you; there were the greatest of God’s proclaiming you as the most pricelessly insuperable in the cosmos and terrestrial trajectory; alike.

1.

You might be salaciously hurled into a dungeon of vindictively stabbing scorpions without a cloth on your body; by the criminally unforgiving and monstrously remorseful outside,

You might be cold-bloodedly divested of quintessential water for marathon days; by the forlornly prejudiced and tyrannically hideous society outside,

You might be made ludicrously infertile; by the murderously insane and
pathetically quavering society outside,

You might be buried a boundless feet beneath your veritable grave for displaying unflinchingly patriotic bravery; by the treacherously satanic and haughtily maudlin society outside,

But remember O! mate; irrespective of whatever on this amorphously cadaverous earth today; for every harmoniously mellifluous sermon of yours; for every
passionately uninhibited cry of your soul; for every wound that you altruistically healed of your suffering compatriots; there were the greatest of God’s saluting
you; there were the greatest of God’s proclaiming you as the most pricelessly perpetual in the cosmos and terrestrial trajectory; alike.

2.

You might be hedonistically stripped of even the most infinitesimal bone of your body; by the horrendously egregious and tawdrily truculent society outside,

You might be surreptitiously administered venom in every morsel of food that you consumed; by the miserably impoverished and barbarously damned society outside,

You might be gruesomely blinded since the very first cry of your pristine birth; by the lethally lascivious and lackadaisically lecherous society outside,

You might be made a pennilessly feckless whisker of unceasingly flagrant parody; by the indiscriminately ribald and unsolicitedly tempestuous society outside,

But remember O! mate; irrespective of whatever on this senselessly robotic earth today; for every philanthropically handsome yearning of yours; for every indefatigably humanitarian fantasy lingering profoundly in the whites of your eyes; for every orphan whom you unequivocally embraced till the very last breath of your life; there were the greatest of God’s saluting you; there were the greatest of God’s proclaiming you as the most pricelessly inimitable in the cosmos and terrestrial trajectory; alike.

3.

You might be subjugated and molested with a trillion agonies in a single minute; by the violently unsparing and vituperatively delirious society outside,

You might be kept austerely aloof from even the most ephemeral trace of light; by the heartlessly shriveled and demonically corrupt society outside,

You might be made to bleed to death right infront of your divinely parents eyes; by the cunningly cannibalistic and pervertedly incarcerated society outside,

You might be zanily sacrificed as an offering to the Creator on the spuriously maniacal altar; by the tirelessly rotting and unsurpassably demented society
outside,

But remember O! mate; irrespective of whatever on this manipulatively balderdash earth today; for every compassionately truthful cry of your heart; for every step that you alighted to miraculously ameliorate the dreadfully estranged planet; for every optimistically synergistic enlightenment that you disseminated in the haplessly dying corpses; there were the greatest of God’s saluting you; there were the greatest of God’s proclaiming you as the most pricelessly unconquerable in the cosmos and terrestrial trajectory; alike.

But Remember

You might choose to help the disparagingly shambling mountaintops; or you might choose to commiserate with all those heartlessly orphaned in the invidiously cold-blooded garbage bins,

You might choose to help the flagrantly disoriented lunatic; or you might chose to sow the seeds of fructifying virility on acrimoniously bellicose and barren soil,

You might choose to help the mercilessly adulterated ocean; or you might choose to compassionately embrace all those truculently lambasted by mortuaries of bizarre betrayal,

You might choose to help the plebeian brutally maimed by the onslaught of derogatory politics; or you might choose to optimistically mitigate the lives of all
those despicably rotting in dungeons of blindness; since the time they shouted their first cry,

You might choose to help the rapidly vanishing rainbow; or you might choose to inundate the commercial atmosphere thoroughly depleted of empathy; with the fragrance of everlasting humanity,

You might choose to help the egregiously wounded lion; or you might choose to illuminate the lanterns of unassailably mesmerizing humanity; in the corpses
abhorrently blood-sucking war,

You might choose to help the one-legged beggar; or you might choose to become an immutably altruistic messiah of the religion of priceless mankind,

You might choose to help ominously trampled and butchered roses; or you might choose to perennially venerate every holistic mother whom you encountered in
your way,

You might choose to help every suicidal element of the diabolically estranged society; or you might choose to coalesce every tribe; sect and color of this iridescently exhilarating Universe; into the scent of enchanting mankind,

You might choose to help every star lividly falling from fathomless sky; or you might choose to stand like an insuperable fortress beside every despairing destitute; who was being hedonistically tortured for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

You might choose to help the indigently nervous and frigidly quavering shadow; or you might choose to bring the cradle of untainted innocence to every dwelling besieged with manipulatively dastard prejudice,
You might choose to help ghoulishly stale and sullen space; or you might choose to hoist every unwanted infant on this gigantic Universe; upon your magnanimous shoulders till the time you breathed your very last,

You might choose to help the hopelessly asphyxiating eunuch; or you might choose to become the ultimate ambassador of unconquerably limitless peace; on the trajectory of this boundless Universe,

You might choose to help civilizations uprooted after nonsensical bombardment and ghastly war; or you might choose to perseveringly evolve a pathway of indomitably unparalleled truth; with the streams of your very own euphoric blood,

You might choose to help the ignominiously incarcerated slave; or you might choose to liberate the floodgates of your passionate heart; allowing every devilishly monotonous life to share your tributaries of selfless love,

You might choose to help the fish uncontrollably slavering without water; or you might choose to precociously innovate unsurpassable cisterns of miraculous freshness; on every step that you tread,

O! Yes; Help in whatever way you could and whomsoever on this bountifully resplendent planet that you philanthropically wanted to; but remember that every
single of your divinely benevolent deeds would metamorphose into inconspicuously frigid shit; the instant you bombastically proclaimed to the world that you were indeed the one who did them; you were the one who had alleviated countless organism; of their misery and horrific pain,

For you were just an infinitesimally molecular mediator of the Lord Almighty sent on this planet to do humble deeds; while it was the Creator himself; who not only decided as to whom you were going to help; in what capacity you were going to help; who needed your help the most; and who was indeed destined to receive your help; but bestowed upon you the unflinching power to forever succeed and help.