Monthly Archives: April 2016

It was an everlasting business; in which there was not the slightest of obnoxiously adulterated give and take; in which every organism forever philandered on tantalizingly heavenly cloud nine,

It was an enchanting business; in which there was not the slightest of diabolically cold-blooded barbarism; in which the fireball of unassailable truth transcended even the most infinitesimal iota of frigid insanity around,

It was a sensuous business; in which there was not the slightest of disdainful rebuke; in which all that existed was the virtue of altruistic benevolence; for centuries unprecedented,

It was an indomitable business; in which there was not the slightest gutter of slavering fear; in which perennially floated the paradise of unfathomably
untainted desire,

It was an unflinching business; in which there was not the slightest of commercial deliriousness; in which the mantra of impeccable symbiotism was the sole messiah to enlighten disastrously beleaguered lives,

It was a unceasing business; in which there was not the slightest insinuation of maliciously devilish loss; in which the fragrance of togetherness compassionately bonded one and all; in the religion of mankind holistically alike,

It was a voluptuous business; in which there was not the slightest innuendo of brutally pulverizing monotony; in which only the magnanimously tranquil mists of prosperity descended upon every living being and its kin,

It was an enamoring business; in which there was not the slightest cranny of desperately embroiled politics; in which the eternal gardens of innocuously bountiful frolic sprouted on every conceivable portion of lackadaisical soil,

It was a perpetual business; in which there was not the slightest wail of the indiscriminately rampaging devil; in which the birds of exuberantly unfettered
freedom uninhibitedly soared in pristinely golden sky,

It was an ardent business; in which there was not the slightest of vindictive loophole; in which every ingredient of contumacious retribution was replaced by the sky of spell bindingly burgeoning peace,

It was a record-breaking business; in which there was not the slightest of decrepit stinginess; in which the dimensions of convivially insuperable mankind loomed
larger than every construable object on this planet,

It was an undefeatable business; in which there were not the slightest of inexplicably terrorized tears; in which timelessly fructified the aisles of redolent beauty
and endlessly serene desire,

It was an ecstatic business; in which there was not the slightest of desolately dilapidated boredom or meaninglessness; in which the stars of unbelievably
mesmerizing enthrallment twinkled for infinite more births yet to unveil,

It was a magnetic business; in which there was not the slightest of bizarrely besmirching dereliction; in which inimitably towering precipices of; profoundly
artistic sensuousness and glorious success,

It was a resplendent business; in which there was not the slightest of miserable animosity; in which every breathing organism wonderfully blossomed amidst
castles of majestically tireless unity,

It was a triumphant business; in which there were not the slightest pendulums of rancid up’s and downs; in which the only path that miraculously evolved in front
of everyone’s eyes; was the one which celestially led to the Omnipotent Divine,

It was a philanthropic business; in which there was the not the slightest trace of hedonistic savagery; in which the voice that wafted from the innermost core of
the innocently thundering heart; epitomized a brand new chapter of ebullient existence,

It was a royal business; in which there was not the slightest of invidiously deteriorating lies; in which the rays of brilliantly Omnipresent truth; disseminated from the whites of every immaculately wandering eye,

And how insatiably I wished every unraveling instant of the effulgent day and exhilarating night that each breath of mother earth was inexhaustibly embellished
by it; every other business and manipulatively besieged entity on this boundless Universe adopted it; be blessed forever by the pricelessly immortal business of love.

Whether you choose to barbarously butcher my impoverished body into an infinite pieces of orphaned flesh and bone; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely mollifying death,

Whether you choose to brutally pulverize my limp body by driving a boundless bulldozers over each of its inflated contours; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely liberating death,

Whether you choose to ruthlessly rip apart every organ of my stagnant body- to play sadistically with it under the unsparingly venomous midnight; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely silencing death,

Whether you choose to cannibalistically submerge my lifeless body into an ocean of hedonistically fuming acid; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely placating death,

Whether you choose to gruesomely feed my worthless body as the sole meal to your ferociously famished dogs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blissful death,

Whether you choose to maniacally bludgeon my feelingless body with the most acrimonious of cleavers—just to release the extra ounce of energy thwarting in your bones; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely still death,

Whether you choose to demonically stab my expressionless body with the utmost narcissism and with a countless blood stained knives; after my
inevitably veritable and wholesomely restful death,

Whether you choose to pugnaciously slander my penurious body-hurling every conceivable expletive at it hanging it upside down in the absolute center of the world; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely finishing death,

Whether you choose to wretchedly defecate every perceivable waste of yours on my unflinching body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely transcending death,

Whether you choose to vindictively strangulate my neck till my eyes popped and bounced limitless kilometers outside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blessing death,

Whether you choose to salaciously spit on my stony body in unison with the entire unceasing globe; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely irretrievable death,

Whether you choose to sardonically crunch each bone of my fetid body—to relish the parsimoniously fine chowder that evolved; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely ameliorating death,

Whether you choose to indulge into an infinite controversies regards the status of my hapless body—the opulence it had hidden on this timeless planet; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely absolving death,

Whether you choose to let loose every wildly stinging scorpion on earth upon my unnerved body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely healing death,

Whether you choose to viciously hurl my decaying body into the land of the devilishly rampaging dinosaurs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely wonderful death,

Whether you choose to deliriously stamp upon my evanescent body with the whole Universe-till I puked out whatever little fluid left inside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely inebriating death,

Whether you choose to bombard my speechless body with the most atrocious bombs and nuclear missiles of your time; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely resting death,

Whether you choose to abominably dissect my orphaned
body—scientifically analyze and criticize each of its oblivious part; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely uniting death,

And do whatever you choose after my veritable death—I really don’t give a damn to even the most indescribably sinful of your actions O! parasitic man—but please do me just one ultimate favor of burying me in whatever form you have me after your mutilation-somewhere near the mosque of my Omnipotent Creator.

Even before you could drag her hands towards the acerbically gleaming knife; slice my fingers into infinite pieces,

Even before you could drop a stone on her dainty head; smash my skull into a million fragments,

Even before you could deprive her of inevitable glasses of water; gruesomely extricate my throat of its last bit of poignant saliva,

Even before you could maneuver the pin surreptitiously towards her spell binding eyes; blind me for countless births of mine to yet unveil,

Even before you could make her trip inadvertently over the cold floor; hurl me uncouthly from the summit of the colossal mountain like a chunk of lifeless
matchstick,

Even before you could make her forget a single anecdote of her overwhelmingly precious life; make me wander like an insane lunatic; oblivious to all mankind,

Even before you could make her grapple a trifle in the placid swimming pool; drown me ruthlessly to the rock bottom of the fathomless ocean,

Even before you could make the tiniest of tear drop ooze from her mesmerizing eyes; flood my entire destiny with unfathomable sorrow and treacherous malice,

Even before you could make her falter in her stupendously emphatic speech; convert me into pathetically dumb; barbarically chopping my tongue into incomprehensible number of minuscule bits,

Even before you could furtively capsize her transiently tinkling laughter; sew my lips satanically with the threads of irrevocable terror,

Even before you could rob a single hair from her alluring scalp; make me completely bald; with my head sparkling a ghastly white under dim beams of moonlight,

Even before you could deprive her of even a diminutive fraction of celestial sleep; savagely rip away all the bliss engulfing my persona; thrusting me into an ocean
of unsurpassable complications,

Even before you could keep her hungry for more than a single minute; starve me miserably for unimaginable number of decades,

Even before you could think of destroying her divinely dwelling; mercilessly pulverize each of my bones to more than a billion pulp,

Even before you could snap an inconspicuous strand of hair from her voluptuous eyelash; assassinate both my supple lids from deep within their very fragile roots,

Even before you could tamper the slightest with her ability to seductively sing; transform my voice into one more hoarser than the obnoxiously black crow,

Even before you could trespass the most infinitesimal with her tumultuous exuberance; exhaust all the energy and blood from my vast conglomerate of veins,

Even before you could cause the faintest of panic in her heart; make my beats race faster than the volcano erupting and profusely blazing through the atmosphere,

And even before you could evolve the wildest perception of taking her breath away O! Almighty Lord; bury me alive a thousand feet beneath my corpse; till the time you wanted this planet to continue.

When I pricked a large bubble impregnated with acid; infinite droplets of fumes flew all over my persona,
Transforming my glowing skin; into complete shambles of pathetic brown; and I emitted a few tears unable to bear the anguish.

When I pricked minuscule bubbles of soap emanating from the bathtub; a pungent
spray flew in my eyes,
It was as if someone had hurled tones of chili powder; and the interiors of my eye developed a severe red allergy.

When I pricked rotund bubbles incorporated with honey; sweet globs of liquid
fell on my face,
I felt nice in the beginning; but it soon became a disdainful nuisance; as clusters of stinging ants clambered up at fast pace.

When I pricked plastic bubbles looking thoroughly inflated; a sudden gush of
stale air rushed across my lips,
There was a deafening roar produced that inundated my ears; and for the next
few minutes I was unable to decode sound.

When I pricked bubbles filled with crimson blood; my immaculate clothes
acquired blotches of red,
A sickening smell encompassed the ambience; and I felt like vomiting out
consumed food; wanting to eliminate the process of death.

When I pricked bubbles compactly filled with frozen ice; tiny nuggets of ice
cascaded down my neck,
Umpteenth hair on my body stood up due to impact of the bitter cold; and my
teeth started to violently clatter.

When I pricked frothy bubbles wafting out of a stray dogs mouth; a fountain of
water gently caressed my face,
A fetid stench arose in the air; and I knew I had an overwhelming chance of contracting deadly rabies.

When I pricked bubbles drifting from the periphery of sizzling hot tea; blistering sprays of water collided with my face,
Scalding sensitive arenas of my silhouette as they trickled down my chest; also my body smelt of tea leaf for remainder of the day.

When I pricked bubbles generated by the ravishing sea waves; salty foam struck
me stringently in my face,
My eyes started to profusely water; with an inevitable sensation to scratch painstakingly developing all throughout.

Eventually when I pricked the colossal bubble of our perennial love; there was
a rainfall of fragrant water; that imprisoned us in bonds of immortal embrace,
And there were many more such bubbles which proliferated every unleashing
minute; uniting us for the present and many births to unveil in the distant future

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the diminutively flickering flame of the obfuscated candle; which intermittently sprang up rays of jubilant hope in the ghastliest of blackness,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on those rare and Spartan globules of water; haplessly trapped amidst the sweltering granules of the desert soil,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the sporadically appearing rainbows in the hazily lit expanse of sky; which cast a spell of uncanny enchantment upon every organism alive,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the enigmatically tantalizing mirages; which inexhaustibly kept the spirit of existence and aspirations alive,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the invisible droplets of blood of their sacred ancestors; which were the most altruistic rays of optimism amidst the profusely blood stained battlefield,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the precariously thin line which ran between insuperable truth and flagrant lies; which gave them the option of relishing both aspects of mundane life,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the fragrance of the seasonal lotus; which suddenly sprouted out of nowhere in the middle of livid slush; and yet miraculously enlightened every frazzled eyeball alive,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the very first droplet of rain which cascaded from sensuously cloudy sky; inexplicably tracing a countless of their past existence in its pristine glimmer,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the ladders of distant friendship; which though being continents and generations apart; always kept them hopeful of hearing a compassionately cheerful voice from the other end,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on that befuddling magicians wand; which appeared only at its own will; but when it did-it perpetuated in them a brand new fervor to exuberantly exist,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the haphazardly incongruous lines of their palms; which incessantly whetted their appetite for the very best to yet arrive in their severely devastated lives,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the parsimonious trickle of fantasies that time and again tickled their brain; making them experience undisguised utopia—right here on planet earth itself,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the blissfully tranquilizing shadows of serenity; which majestically calmed their nomadically beleaguered soles with the true panacea of life,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the oars of untamed adventure; which at times unflinchingly stood; yet at times pathetically drowned to the rock bottom of worthless clay-as the storm viciously struck out of nowhere,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the cry of every divinely new-born infant; which reached them more invincibly closer and closer to their respective gods and beliefs,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the fabric of unconquerable simplicity; which made them naturally relinquish each sinful desire and be a true comrade to their infinite other mates in unimaginable pain,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the gorge of unprecedented risks; which perennially ignited the spark of their existence; till an infinite boundaries beyond their cognizance,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on their immortal beloved; who became their Omnipotent guiding light in every state of their exultation and limitless duress,

Whilst I spent my entire life; leaning solely on the beats of my brutally betrayed and broken heart; which although perfidiously shattered; still made me breathe like a perfectly symbiotic human—before I ultimately forced my way into my
veritable grave

In order to resurrect the broken nose; one needed to perform adroit surgery,

In order to recondition broken hair; one needed to scrub them profusely with silken shampoo,

In order to mend the broken mirror; one needed to reinforce it with pellucid strips of glass,

In order to remold the broken mountain; one needed to impregnate it abundantly with giant chunks of loose mud,

In order to reform the broken sentence; one needed to harness it articulately with coherent words,

In order to recharge the broken lake; one needed inundate it open-heartedly with sparkling water,

In order to rehabilitate the broken house; one needed to embed its hollow spaces with commensurately burnt bricks,

In order to refurbish the broken orchard; one needed to plant foliated trees; embody every barren patch of soil with salubrious seedlings,

In order to restore the broken web; one needed to let loose in it an armory of venomous spiders,

In order to revitalize broken eyes; one needed to dip them in a tissue drenched with tangy cologne,

In order to revive the broken mind; one needed to fantasize unrelentingly night and day,

In order to repair the broken nest; one needed to stuff it with a conglomerate of corrugated sticks,

In order to reconstruct the broken watch; one needed to synchronize it meticulously with needles and machinery,

In order to reform the broken city; one needed to work in tandem and perfect synergy to accomplish this Herculean task,

In order to rebuild the broken bones; one needed to consume astronomical
amounts of solid calcium,

In order to rejuvenate the broken senses; one needed to listen to enchanting music; dance animatedly under the resplendent moon,

In order to remake broken clay; one needed to knead it dexterously into marvelous silhouettes,

In order to reshape the broken gutter; one needed to fumigate the fetid rivulets of sewage; under stringent rays of the sun,

In order to rekindle broken relations; one needed to live in harmony with evergreen nature,

And In order to reinstate a BROKEN HEART; one needed to impart it the love it perpetually desired; blend its pulsating beats with the person whom it longed for; the entity whom it uninhibitedly loved.

I couldn’t take it back to her eyes; those same condemningly besmirched eyes; which had so devastatingly broken it in the first place; relentlessly staring and flirting with every other object in vicinity,

I couldn’t take it back to her feet; those same disdainfully unscrupulous feet; which had so wretchedly broken it in the first place; clandestinely cavorting to every free space on planet earth; with every maiden prince alive,

I couldn’t take it back to her hands; those same tawdrily barbarous hands; which had so inconsolably broken it in the first place; endeavoring their very best to asphyxiate it beyond realms of blissful recognition,

I couldn’t take it back to her lips; those same derogatorily castigating lips; which had so sordidly broken it in the first place; preferring to indefatigably kiss the gutters instead; even as I stood upright and compassionately abreast,

I couldn’t take it back to her voice; that same nefariously ridiculing voice; which had so uncouthly broken it in the first place; laughing till eternity; at even the most brilliantly unimpeachable of my victories,

I couldn’t take it back to her nape; that same obnoxiously frivolous neck; which had so disastrously broken it in the first place; tirelessly turning to every conceivable direction; where there was more richness,

I couldn’t take it back to her belly; that same bawdily decrepit belly; which had so diabolically broken it in the first place; being the tantalizing vixen of every palace; whilst my arms lay with all the love in the Universe; outstretched,

I couldn’t take it back to her nose; that same reproachfully forlorn nose; which had so flagrantly broken it in the first place; blowing out every perceivable speck of its grime on my face; whilst simultaneously inhaling every masculine fragrance from the evening atmosphere,

I couldn’t take it back to her ears; those same deliriously opprobrious ears; which had so devilishly broken it in the first place; preferring to ardently listen to every bit insane balderdash on the Universe; whilst closing completely to even the most heart-rendering of my cries,

I couldn’t take it back to her brain; that same penuriously castrated brain;
which had so ghoulishly broken it in the first place; unstoppably conjuring
images of zillions of men rolling in glittering gold; whilst kicking my form
which could die for her; just because it was impoverished,
I couldn’t take it back to her bosom; that same fecklessly titillating bosom; which had so indiscriminately broken it in the first place; simply because it couldn’t offer an exhilaration greater than true love,

I couldn’t take it back to her cheeks; those same insanely bemoaning cheeks; which had so salaciously broken it in the first place; vindictively charring it with their abhorrent redness; for trying to amiably bond with them,

I couldn’t take it back to her blood; that same inhumanely pulverizing blood; which had so satanically broken it in the first place; cherishing every powerhouse of politics and terror; whilst baselessly rejecting all my honest sacrifices at the same time,

I couldn’t take it back to her shadow; that same unbearably pugnacious shadow; which had so torturously broken it in the first place; trying to lambaste and invidiously overwhelm every shade of my celestial existence,

I couldn’t take it back to her spine; that same sadistically frenetic spine; which had so cold-bloodedly broken it in the first place; tyrannically pulverizing it to infinitesimal ash; under the combined weight of it and her one night lover,

I couldn’t take it back to her legs; those same falsely alluring legs; which had so cadaverously broken it in the first place; making me run till the horizons of infinity; before falling forever into someone else’s arms right infront of my wailing eyes,

I couldn’t take it back to her breath; that same spitefully prejudiced breath; which had so indescribably broken it in the first place; preferring to reinvigorate life in a dead stone; whilst every pore of my lifeless skin wanted just an ethereal speck of it; to stay perpetually alive,

I couldn’t take it back to her heart; that same venomously assassinating heart; which had so unforgivingly broken it in the first place; immortally bonding its beats with the most obfuscated portion of vacuum instead,

And I couldn’t take it to anyone in the entire world; as since it was born it solely belonged and was only hers; so I couldn’t even dream of sharing or commiserating it with the outside planet,

Therefore and Now you only tell me; where to take this “Broken Heart” of mine O! Omnipotent Almighty Lord?

If i forgot to tightly seal the projecting water tap,
gallons of liquid would dribble unrelentingly,
there would not be a solitary droplet of liquid in the overhead tank,
and my body would acquire an unwashed disposition all throughout the
sweltering day.

if i obdurately refrained from closing my mouth,
flooding the air with cacophonic webs of my husky voice,
intricate regions of my throat would divested of moisture,
causing me to cough and sputter when i needed my speech the most.

if i intentionally kept the fluorescent bulb on in the day,
with acerbic rays of sunlight filtering through my moistened eyes,
the contrivance would shatter to infinite splinters,
portraying a lackluster appearance when i desired it inevitably in the night.

if i heard deafening tunes of blaring music all day,
with the decibels ricocheting to supreme frequencies of intolerance,
my ears would get immune to the fragility of sound,
being paralyzed to decipher the melodious sound of nocturnal cuckoo.

if i consumed mighty barrels of milk; instead of crystalline water,
quenching irresistible pangs of thirst with pints of artificial milk,
my body would expurgate all the richness,
demanding the perennial gift of nature to be fed immediately.

and if i ran restlessly all stormy night,
without having a siesta in despicable heat of the day,
my legs would collapse midway on the bustling street,
transforming my persona into a temporary coma,
penalizing me just a fraction for breaking bonds with essential rudiments of nature.

The doctor brought a smile on your face; by his flurry of boisterously potent medicines,

The magician brought a smile on your face; by his fathomless myriad of stupendously enchanting tricks,

The clouds brought a smile on your face; by showering upon your impeccable persona; with glistening globules of euphoric rain,

The farmer brought a smile on your face; by sharing with you a festoon of majestically sparkling rubicund fruit,

The grandiloquent pen brought a smile on your face; by embossing boundless lines of exquisite calligraphy on sheets of your treacherously barren exam paper,

The birds brought a smile on your face; by soaring vivaciously amidst exuberantly blue bits of silver sky,

The waves brought a smile on your face; by dissipating into a cloudburst of poignantly tangy forth; clashing against the chain of cold blooded rocks in
overwhelmingly rhapsodic frenzy,

The Sun brought a smile on your face; by playing hide and seek with your immaculately fluttering eyelashes; striking your innocuous eyeballs with its marvelously dazzling light,

The nightingale brought a smile on your face; by its ingratiatingly captivating voice; filtering a path of irrefutable melody in the vicinity of your intricate ears,

The pilot brought a smile on your face; by transporting you through the blissfully ecstatic clouds; with profusely pearly rays of the moon now at whisker lengths from your countenance,

The cow brought a smile on your face; by impregnating your demeanor with astronomical spurts of invincible fortification,

The lotus brought a smile on your face; by dissipating its incredulously rejuvenating fragrance to every corner of your thoroughly flabbergasted bones,

The watchman brought a smile to your face; by guarding you like an unconquerable fortress; while you snored in the realms of mesmerizing fantasy all night,

The bee brought a smile to your face; by inundating your palms with unfathomably gorgeous streams of ebullient honey,

The horse brought a smile to your face; by embarking you upon your exhilarating expedition; of the supremely verdant and enigmatic countryside,

The appetizing morsels of steaming broth brought a smile on your face; by wholesomely placating pangs of hunger fulminating more abnormally than the volcano; every second in your stomach,

The pair of voluptuously seductive lips brought a smile on your face; by igniting infernos of insatiable desire in your body; as they brushed across your chest,

The mother brought a smile on your face; by giving you birth and the tenacity to unflinchingly confront the most diabolical aspect of tyrannical existence,

The Almighty Lord brought a smile on your face; by granting you a right to celestially survive as one of his infinite molecules,

And the Beloved brought a smile on your face; by her irrefutably sacred virtue of immortal love; that kept you always smiling for countless more births even after your death.

In order to break the stumps of the boundless cricket field; all that was required was a brilliantly scarlet and royally red ball,

In order to break the stumps of the dolorously murky sky; all that was required was gloriously rhapsodic rays of flamboyant light,

In order to break the stumps of heinously stagnating depression; all that was required was a philanthropically charismatic smile,

In order to break the stumps of uncouth treachery; all that was required was perpetual empathy; which inundated every soul with unprecedented bliss and
celestial happiness,

In order to break the stumps of painstakingly sweaty boredom; all that was required was exuberantly escalating cheer; towering unflinchingly above the blue sky,

In order to break the stumps of morbid blackness; all that was required was an optimistic rays of enchanting light,

In order to break the stumps of insanely maniacal depression; all that was required was astronomical conviction in your abilities; a never ending spirit to surge forward in life,

In order to break the stumps of impoverished malice; all that was required was uninhibited goodwill; the winds of benevolence which embrace one and all; alike,

In order to break the stumps of indiscriminate hatred; all that was required was the sacred virtue of sharing; which made you feel the richest organism on earth; alive,

In order to break the stumps of the hideously tyrannizing glass; all that was required was a diminutive chunk of stone; compounded with a dexterously astute hurl of the palm,

In order to break the stumps of the satanic devil; all that was required was an inconspicuous puff of the irrefutably divine; ordinary mankind uniting in the
mission to scrap crime from this planet alike,

In order to break the stumps of the frigidly shivering parasitic ice; all that was required was golden beams of intrepid Sunlight; metamorphosing the ominous
avalanche into heavenly streams of harmonious liquid,

In order to break the stumps of baseless fear; all that was required was surmountable faith in your senses; the patriotic warrior lingering intrinsically in your poignant blood,

In order to break the stumps of malevolent disdain; all that was required was transparent voices of the conscience; blessing all with the Omnipotent power to
distinguish between the good and bad,

In order to break the stumps of diabolical stinginess; all that was required was a magnanimously open heart; wholeheartedly diffusing the Omnipresent essence of
humanity,

In order to break the stumps of self inflicted sorrow; all that was required was a bountifully blooming festoon of crimson rose; sprouting into the majestic
winds of a new found beginning,

In order to break the stumps of criminal disease; all that was required was a impeccably benign society; which harbored the most diminutively perspiring
entities; for simply what they were,

In order to break the stumps of perilously rotting yesterday; all that was required was an insatiably untamed desire; to blossom into countless more tomorrow’s,

And in order to break the stumps of my fervently throbbing heart; all that was required was your immortal love; which gave it the sole reason to beat for centuries immemorial; more importantly a tireless mission to beat for all mankind.