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As If The Most Ultimate Of Kings.

It might have been to viciously slander me; venomously dissolve me like a piece of frigid shit; an infinite kilometers well beneath the murderous corpses of all times,

It might have been to reproachfully lambaste me; treacherously blow me forever and ever and ever away; into the graveyards of lethally stabbing and shriveled oblivion,

It might have been to sadistically comment upon my impoverished form; perennially ensure that it floated like the most lackadaisically frazzled carcass of misery; in between heaven and disparaging hell,

It might have been to decimate me beyond realms of holistic recognition; before devilishly feeding every ounce of my wretchedly decaying carrion; to the hideously scavenging and cold-blooded vultures,

It might have been to wholesomely defeat every trace of my tangible existence; compassionately beseech the most uncouthly truculent demons to excoriate me into a
boundless bits of disastrously terrorizing nothingness,

It might have been to wantonly taint even the most unassailably righteous fabric of my harmonious survival; with the pathetically asphyxiating grime of dastardly lies,

It might have been to announce my loss in mind; body and jubilant form; to the trajectory of this fathomlessly enchanting planet; whereas I still exuberantly paraded in the aisles of indefatigably fructifying utopia,

It might have been to ghoulishly bemoan every bit of philanthropic goodness that I divulged into; salaciously dragging my name into the coffins of hedonistically flagrant corruption,

It might have been to deliriously torture every bounteously fantasizing fragment of my brain; with the inconsolably weeping broomsticks of tyrannizing malice,

It might have been to Spartanly order every rabid dog on this poignantly ubiquitous planet; to summon as quickly as possible near my innocuous face; and then
intransigently bite the same as if there wasn’t the slightest of sunset,

It might have been to unstoppably ridicule me; make a blatantly intolerable parody about each of my weaknesses; to every organism effulgently breathing on planet divine,

It might have been to satanically deafen even the most infinitesimal of my senses; numb every gloriously conceivable movement of my nimble body; with the cries
of outrageously maniacal extinction,

It might have been to unrelentingly drag me to the gallows of heartlessly maiming confinement; impugning me of the highest treason ever committed on earth; which I never ever die or could dream to do,

It might have been to mercilessly pounce upon every imaginable penny of my unflinching perseverance; wickedly burn the same into parasitically sordid
flames of lecherous hatred,

It might have been to timelessly jinx every euphorically benign aspect of my existence; with the brutally ominous chains of nothingness and the lull of
melancholic debauchery; which suddenly arouse after blissful life,

It might have been to violently molest every ingredient of my unimpeachable virginity; with the acrimoniously fetid dagger-heads of garrulously rancid
war,

It might have been to metamorphose every bit of pricelessly inimitable truth in my soul; into the most atrociously degradable mortuary of sinfully beheading lies,

It might have been to perpetually snap the fangs of my symbiotically enthralling existence; and then bawdily suck all lifeless blood from my veins to be the most
sanctimoniously strongest organism alive,

And I really didn’t have the tiniest of insinuation as to what were your intentions everytime you opened your mouth for uttering my name; but believe me; everytime
when you did actually whisper my name in your sensuously unparalleled voice; I felt the most pricelessly insuperable man alive; as if the most ultimate of Kings; on this unshakably limitless earth divine.

As I Forever Had Her Support.

Every tree on this fathomlessly enamoring Universe forever went against me; as each time I alighted my foot; it fell on my nimble shoulders; pulverizing me beyond holistic degrees of sagacious comprehension,

Every mountain on this boundlessly victorious Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to clamber its slope; it mercilessly buried me to an infinite feet beneath worthlessly lackadaisical soil,

Every path on this spell bindingly bounteous Universe forever went against me; as each time I dared tread on it; it deliriously bewildered and gobbled me in such a
labyrinth of confounding routes; that it was impossible for me to recognize even my very own voice,

Every sea on this inscrutably tantalizing Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to swim in it; it barbarously drowned me to the heartless bottom; before feeding even the most infinitesimal bone of my body to the diabolically emaciated shark,

Every cloud on this beautifully iridescent Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to gaze towards the sky; it inundated every conceivable iota of my eye with unsurpassable tumblers of stinging water; preposterously obfuscating my vision from everytrace of tangible civilization,

Every lip on this fantastically ameliorating Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to compassionately kiss it; all it hurtled was an unceasingly lambasting volley of tawdrily devilish abuse,

Every desert on this stupendously miraculous Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to admire its vastness; it dragged me further and further into inanely salacious meaninglessness; with its beguiling mirages maniacally depriving me of my every ounce of happiness,

Every Sunray on this jubilantly mesmerizing Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to sight it; it made me to inevitably shut my eyes; into a graveyard of haplessly asphyxiating and demonic blackness,

Every particle on this blissfully reinvigorating Universe forever went against me; as each time I stepped out of my closed glass; it collided with the innocuous whites of my eye with such an intransigent velocity; that I was pathetically rendered blind for a
countless more of my lifetimes,

Every color on this timelessly enchanting Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to sketch the vivacious rainbow; every line that I drew on the barren canvas; metamorphosed into sadistically gory blood,

Every word on this perennially bewitching Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to speak it aloud; it brutally transformed into the most venomously ultimate spelling of death,

Every hive on this endlessly fascinating Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to blend with its unbelievable sweetness; an indefatigable army
of bees hedonistically knifed through every visible and invisible cranny of my skin,

Every finger on this unfathomably ecstatic Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to symbiotically intertwine my finger with it; it horrifically maimed me; to discordantly beg on the dusty streets,

Every dwelling on this impregnably exhilarating Universe forever went against me; as each time I ventured to seek shelter in it; it vindictively thrust me towards the coffins of the most unsparingly crucifying of hell,

Every soil on this timelessly ebullient Universe forever went against me; as each time I passionately tread upon it; it devoured me into a mortuary of sinfully castrating and maliciously assassinating wantonness,

Every star on this tranquilly everlasting Universe forever went against me; as each time I stepped out in the majestically star-studded evening; a corpse of impoverished blindness was all that my eyes could sight; my only cynical savior for an innumerable more nights,

Every shadow on this amazingly perspicacious Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to seek solace in its silken softness; it strangulated me without the tiniest of innuendo and to such a ghastly extent; that my eyeballs gorily danced out till
infinite infinity,

Every breath on this limitlessly blessing Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to inhale it in my famished lungs; it became the most torturously eventual cry of ominously devastating death,

Yet; I forever towered as the most priceless organism alive in the winds of paradise; Yet; I forever existed as the most invincibly blessed man on the trajectory of earth divine; Yet; I forever replenished even the most inconspicuous of my senses with the fruits of eternally resplendent Creation; Yet; I forever stayed away from even the slightest of misery and reigning as the most powerful entity on this Universe; as I
forever had her Omnipotent palms immortally entwined in mine; as I forever had hers and only her true support for me; even though none of the world and
beyond; was ever mine.

As All The Heart Ever Knew.

Neither did it know any religion; the most royally invincible epitomes of the venerated Church/Temple/Mosque/Monastery; or the most haplessly oblivious alleys of inexplicably thwarting blindfaith,

Neither did it know any color; the most pricelessly impeccable of scintillating white; or the most perilously bemoaning shades of sadistic black,

Neither did it know any height; the most majestically infallible apogees of unimpeachable victory; or the most despondently skulking and parsimoniously
threadbare stones; lying on lackadaisically lugubrious soil,

Neither did it know any beauty; the most voluptuously aristocratic reflections of the perennial castle; or the most hideously grotesque faces; of the devils of cannibalistic hell,

Neither did it know any power; the most demonically menacing of politicians; or the most pathetically mercurial of ants; which got barbarously pulverized by the billions; at the rise of a singleton foot,

Neither did it know any wealth; the most unsurpassably sumptuous treasuries of undefeated glittering gold; or the most lecherously inconsolable beggars; parasitically clinging forever and ever and ever to the fabric of celestial society,

Neither did it know any versatility; the most brilliantly unassailable skies of spell binding talent; or the most nonchalantly immutable of bricks; which dogmatically refrained to budge even an inch forward; even as the ghastliest of hell inclemently
rained down on earth,

Neither did it know any scripture; the most victoriously bestowing pages of undefeated literature; or the most despicably besmirched mortuaries of fetidly livid illiteracy,

Neither did it know any boundary; the most insuperably blazing borders of the sanctimoniously dictatorial society; or the most disdainfully dingy confinements
of sacrilegiously vindictive jail,

Neither did it know any shape; the most ubiquitously ever-pervading forms of unalterable superiority; or the most inconspicuously dithering and digressing
worms of derogatory hatred,

Neither did it know any culture; the most ostentatiously flavored parties of profusely
smoke-laden baselessness; or the most rustically bohemian impressions of
the flagrantly uncivilized thumb,

Neither did it know any influential; the most charismatically enchanting of luminaries; or the most hopelessly dumb carrions of inane meaninglessness; which did nothing else but inundate the atmosphere with dastardly stench,

Neither did it know any magic; the most miraculously victorious metamorphosis of all poverty into a cloudburst of torrentially unrelenting currency coin; or the most irately burnt; unproductively infidel and cursed soil,

Neither did it know any fertility; the most indefatigably proliferating chapters of precocious civilization; or the most profanely impotent corpses of bizarrely devastating stagnation,

Neither did it know any fear; the most ominously massacring graveyards of the unsparingly jinxed spirit; or the most wretchedly plagued carcasses of the worthlessly wanton devil,

Neither did it know any victory; the most dynamically resurgent trouncing of the enemy at war; or the most forlornly lamenting losses of the gallows of wickedly
annihilating lies,

Neither did it know any fragrance; the most spell-bindingly tantalizing aroma of the poignantly scarlet rose; or the most unbearably melancholic odor of the abominable village gutter,

Neither did it know any language; the most blessedly sacrosanct of virile dialects; or the most vituperatively lambasting tongues of abhorrently truculent contemptuousness

As all the heart ever knew on the trajectory of this fathomlessly iridescent Universe and ever since this earth was conceived and created; was to immortally
throb for the unshakably burgeoning spirit of love; love and perpetual love; infact the only word upon which its dictionary of insatiable passion; started and indefinitely ended.

Artists Versus Tycoons

Artists assimilated the vibrantly unfurling beauty of the atmosphere; majestically on the resplendent palette of their lives,
Tycoons traded the same in the spuriously stinking stock markets; savagely marauding their bountiful fragrance in the web of indescribably salacious savagery.

Artists inundated vivaciously enamoring color even in the most dolorously deadened entities; spawning a civilization of ravishing sensuousness on even the most obsoletely decaying step that they tread,
Tycoons ghastily buried live organisms into threadbare mud; erecting castles of their invidiously malicious wealth; upon unfathomably tyrannized blood and skull.

Artists wonderfully absorbed even the most infinitesimal iota of charismatic voluptuousness from the planet around; eternally making it the ravishing mascara of their philandering eyelashes,
Tycoons ruthlessly boiled the same in cauldrons of manipulative malice; beheading man and animal barbarically alike; to bombastically toast for their nocturnal delights.

Artists insurmountably titillated even the coffins of penalizing midnight; with the stupendously enchanting melody in their vividly wandering sounds,
Tycoons mercilessly invaded every speck of this gloriously palpitating Universe; with the overwhelmingly bizarre cacophony of lecherously crippling monotony.

Artists fulminated into an unsurpassable ocean of fantasy with every unveiling minute; tantalizing even the most alien mountains of absolution; with their
beautifully mesmerizing footsteps,
Tycoons fretted; fumed; made life an irascibly unforgiving hell for every entity around them; after stepping out of the realms of the dastardly superficial office.

Artists perpetuated a fathomless garden of spell binding fragrance on every single occasion that they exotically kissed mother earth; erupting into the flavor of timeless humanity for times immemorial; and with the consent of the Creator Divine,
Tycoons tirelessly slithered their way through the gutters of crucifying corruption; asphyxiating the breath of countless innocent; in their quest for reaching the epitome of baselessly empty supremacy.

Artists treated every organism alive as an unshakably ubiquitous paradise; profoundly saluting the scintillating path of compassionate righteousness in every heart throbbing with enamoring life,
Tycoons parasitically lambasted the diminutively poor; uxoriously licked the sordid feet of the domineeringly rich; in their never-ending hunger to posses the ludicrously white collar; for a countless more lifetimes.

Artists irrefutably believed in the sacrosanct cradle of beautiful proliferation; timelessly evolving a township of astoundingly redolent newness in every conceivable direction; that they cast their intoxicating eyes,
Tycoons deliberately impeded God’s most cherished process of procreation; on the meaningless pretext that their palaces of sleazily glittering gold; would become a trifle too overcrowded.

And Artists perpetually worshipped nothing else but love; love and perennial love; bonding with its heavenly spirit to immortalize the spirit of ingratiating life on this boundlessly gregarious earth,
While tycoons insidiously broke hearts like a pack of soggy matchsticks; criminally philosophizing an insipidly emotionless environment; sanctimonious cigar smoke; raunchy vixen and wine; as the only mantra to forever survive.

Artists Are Not Taught; They Are Born

The bird didn’t need to be taught how to catch fish; its astounding ability to dive; its lanky beak and the hunger in its dainty stomach; were simply enough fodder to propel it to dip down; capsize the robust meat in its mouth,

The dog didn’t need to be taught how to wag its tail; its overwhelming urge to welcome its master; the angular silhouette of its body; was simply enough for
it to move the stump of fur protruding from its back,

The clouds didn’t need to be taught how to rain; the conglomerate of ominous black coalesced in harmony; the fury fulminating inside; was simply enough fuel to
perpetuate themselves into gigantic droplets of crystal water,

The cow didn’t need to be taught how to feed her calf; the river of milk oozing from her teats; her famished child nestling close to her body; was simply enough for her to satisfy her baby,

The rose didn’t need to be taught how to give scent; the coalition of redolent red petals embodied in its visage; the scores of humming bees kissing its stalk; were simply enough for it to blossom and emanate its blissful fragrance,

The child didn’t need to be taught how to walk; the unrelenting urge in him to reach his mother; an uncanny desire burning within him to explore the outside world; was simply enough to rise him on his feet; gallop with long strides and run,

The fish didn’t need to be taught how to swim; having seen nothing but water since their birth; swirling waves of the sea as their perennial companion; was simply enough for them to slither their delectable bodies and mystically weave their way forward,

The Lion didn’t need to be taught how to hunt; the inexorable gluttony of his stomach; a blood curling desire incarcerated in his flamboyant eyes; was simply enough to make him thunderously growl; run at lightening speeds towards the
throat of its prey,

The spider didn’t need to be taught how to spin her web; the sea of slimy juice extruding from her tentacles; a furtive desire to be shielded from the acrimonious Sun and the world; were simply enough for it to clamber up the ceiling and spin its home within seconds,

The cat didn’t need to be taught how to catch mice; its clusters of hostile needle teeth; the sense of uncanny adventure lingering profoundly in its hazel eyes; were simply enough for it to pounce on the diminutive rat and rip it apart into soft balls of
meat,

The skin didn’t need to be taught how to sweat; sweltering rays of the dazzling Sun; an overwhelmingly hard day of work without sitting even a minute on the ground; was simply enough for it to evolve rivers replete with golden perspiration,

The peacock didn’t need to be taught how to dance; incessant showers of water cascading in torrents from the sky; an ambience completely enveloped by voluptuous enchantment; was simply enough for it to spread its wings to a full plumage and sway,

The beggar didn’t need to be taught how to beg; insatiable pangs of hunger imploding more fierce than a volcano in his stomach; every iota of blood virtually evaporating from his veins; was simply enough to make him open his mouth incoherently and wail for alms,

The scorpion didn’t need to be taught how to sting; having spent its entire life besieged with ghastly reptile and ominous wildlife; a splendidly curved tail inundated supremely with lethal poison; was simply enough for it to spread its face into a sneering grin and venomously strike the sleeping rabbit,

The donkey didn’t need to be taught how to kick; gruesome loads of sand laden on its tender body; with almost every entity transgressing it making it a point to ridicule it to ultimate limits; was simply enough for it to swish its tail and feet in raw indignation,

The lizard didn’t need to be taught how to gobble insects; its enormously slender tongue; the incredulous ability in its fleet footed legs to climb on any wall; was simply enough for it to furtively approach its prey from behind; devour it in a fraction of a second; before the poor worm even new it was born,

The pair of Man and Woman didn’t need to be taught how to procreate their progeny; the inexorable whirlpool of desire circulating rampantly in their bodies; the
glimmer of invincible hope floating in their eyes to have somebody resembling themselves in entirety; was simply enough for them to blend in the aisles of passionate love and give birth to their offspring,

The Omniscient Creator didn’t need to be taught how to govern this earth; his omnipresent presence throbbing loudly in every heart; the supernatural power he
possessed of creating more than a million for every soul lost; was simply enough for him to sit on the throne of this planet; and rule it as the ultimate king for times immemorial,

And an artist didn’t need to be taught how to paint; draw; write; sing; dance; etc.; the indefatigable reservoir of innovation multiplying every instant in the corridors of his brain; the unsurpassable euphoria he experienced in creating marvels out of abstract
forms; was simply enough for him to lift the pen; assimilate the entire world in just a piece of naked paper; make the whole Universe of his dreams actually come alive in just a single line; he enigmatically uttered.

Artillery For Survival

The car ate gallons of golden gasoline spray,
the pen survived on compressed mass of carbon ink.

the lizard devoured species of small insects,
the light bulb shone to swift currents of white electricity.

the birds lived on suspended wind in atmosphere,
the rock crevices hungrily gulped salty sea waves.

the tree sucked moisture from interior core of soil,
triangular ice cubes fed on incessant supply of frozen air.

the pigments of green derived fodder through bright Sunshine,
red crested parrot nibbled spicy chunks of homemade pickle.

the cigarette sticks relied solely on milligrams of lethal tobacco,
thick skinned elephant swallowed a truck load of healthy leaves.

the placid night was cooled by strong beams of the tranquil moon,
the marine octopus relished a meal of long fish and crab.

the wall clock functioned due to meticulous unwinding of chains,
the bumble bee rested in jars of natural honey.

the computer processed data from a configuration of microchips,
exhaustion was accentuated further by infinite beads of sweat dripping down.

the humans existing lived on a cascade of currency,
whilst I occupied the soil, entirely listening to tunes of my heart.

Art And Manipulation

Art immortalizes,
Manipulation wanders in realms of traumatized hell.

Art stupefies,
Manipulation is a balloon of monotony which augments by the unfurling second.

Art mesmerizes,
Manipulation rots in dungeons of stagnation.

Art fortifies,
Manipulation collapses even before it rises from the ground.

Art blossoms,
Manipulation is a vicious whirlwind which always recoils.

Art embraces,
Manipulation strangulates beyond realms of suffocation.

Art showers,
Manipulation salaciously dries every droplet of blood that serenely cascades.

Art tantalizes,
Manipulation annihilates fantasy from its very roots.

Art symbolizes,
Manipulation disdainfully infiltrates irrefutable truth.

Art innovates,
Manipulation puts all dreams to an obnoxious standstill.

Art sings,
Manipulation is the origin of all obstreperous abuse.

Art harbors,
Manipulation ruins the mightiest to raw grains of inconspicuous ash.

Art unites,
Manipulation profoundly dismantles the crux of blissful humanity.

Art enlightens,
Manipulation perpetually fails to break the walls of despair.

Art smiles,
Manipulation brutally sucks the tiniest trace of jubilation in life.

Art entices,
Manipulation repels even the most horrendous battalion of mosquitoes.

Art intoxicates,
Manipulation buries a man breathing celestially beneath his grave.

Art succeeds,
Manipulation rots in corridors of gloom even after amassing unfathomable wealth.

Art blesses,
Manipulation snatches the most cherished people from your life.

Art evolves,
Manipulation puts dismal brakes to the captivating spell of newness and excitement.

Art ignites,
Manipulation spills profuse nonchalance since the first cry of beautiful life.

Art dazzles,
Manipulation extinguishes every trace of light basking in the glory of truth; on the trajectory of this boundless planet.

Art dedicates,
Manipulation insidiously changes color every instant of the day; disappearing brusquely like a deceptive mirage; at the slightest of difficulty.

Art conquers,
Manipulation devastates innocuous angels into lecherous parasites.

Art fulminates,
Manipulation sequesters in horrifically dark vicinities of self imposed doom.

Art epitomizes,
Manipulation melts treacherously into the aisles of nothingness as each minute unveils.

Art purifies,
Manipulation adds dismal stains to the most sacrosanct of mothers milk.

Art intrigues,
Manipulation satanically massacres your ability to think beyond spurious laws of management.

Art perceives,
Manipulation is an invidiously sinister game; of one man trying to incessantly overtopple the other.

Art personifies,
Manipulation slithers miserably on the devils blood coated footsteps.

Art frees,
Manipulation commences and ends capsized in chains of abominable slavery.

Art reveres,
Manipulation is a blatant expletive which emanates from the hedonistic mouth.

Art romanticizes,
Manipulation extricates every diminutive iota of love trapped
compassionately in the veins.

Art exultates,
Manipulation jeopardizes the very roots of spell binding fantasy.

Art teaches,
Manipulation evaporates holistic reminisces; to withered leaves never coming to
life again.

Art unveils,
Manipulation chops your wings even before you learn to fly.

Art ameliorates,
Manipulation exacerbates even non existent pain to the most unprecedented limits.

Art defends,
Manipulation surrenders even after reaching the absolute zenith of victory.

Art challenges,
Manipulation trips you into the dungeon of pathetic cowardice for centuries immemorial.

Art mingles,
Manipulation rips apart the most intimate of friends like obsoletely remote aliens.

Art rehabilitates,
Manipulation poisons the most congenial seeds of love; to beyond the tenterhooks of extinction.

Art propagates,
Manipulation pulverizes pearls of prudent wisdom before they diffuse from the rubicund lips.

Art magnifies,
Manipulation shrinks the most impregnable of countenance to a stature less than the ants.

Art exemplifies,
Manipulation slaughters all power of everlasting rhyme and perspicacious reasoning.

Art imparts,
Manipulation terrorizes you to relinquish all beyond what you had ever imbibed.

Art consecrates,
Manipulation devastates the most synergistic of relationships to summits of devilish prejudice.

Art solves,
Manipulation triggers tumult; transforming every utopia into wholesomely solitary graveyards.

Art charms,
Manipulation sardonically relieves you of overwhelmingly poignant spice in life.

Art bestows,
Manipulation sucks all benevolence; philanthropically entwined in your soul.

And Art is the very reason I could take birth an infinite times,
While O! Almighty Lord; keep manipulation away even from the most decaying framework of my dead bones; each time I left for my heavenly abode.

Aromatic Hair Oil

Thick shock of jet black hair,
sprawled languidly on white domes of hard mass,
stuck to skin with offshooting pores,
sprouting from umpteenth prickly roots,
sizzle in hot rays of the Sun,
heating their periphery with flashes of fire,
scorching patches of flesh on which they stand,
with readily absorbed natural solar energy,
hairy follicles shine in radiance,
parted to high degrees of comfort,
compressed by electric hot wind guns,
blowing air over silky strands,
shaping them to angled perfection,
with abundant supply of white allergic powder,
sliding down the black stalks,
filling virgin cavities with white plagued dust,
an obnoxious termite for the natural sheath of black,
an alien relative of disdainful proportion,
resulting in premature wearing of hair mass,
shrinking, shrivelling, withering, the most precious component,
of breathing souls,
the only solution being,
mega sized hollow glass bottles,
tightly corked and transparent,
filled with aromatic hair oil.

Are You Ready To Fulfill The Tree’s Last Wish?

You unsparingly spat leftovers of your food on its innocent body – yet the same tree granted you the most tranquil contentment under its branches; as the afternoon glare fiercely torched even the last bone
of your creaking spine,
 
You ruthlessly plucked a plentiful of its leaf without any reason or rhyme – yet the same tree enamored you with boundless an untold story;as you slumped your entire weight in tiredness; across its majestic trunk,
 
You barbarously scratched it to express frustration for your penurious life – yet the same tree healed even the most inexplicably bleeding of your wounds; as you perched in its magical shadow which radiated immortal love,
 
You inhumanely dug a countless nails into its body to hang your belongings – yet the same tree stood like an infallible fortress between you and the storm; perpetuating nothing but rejuvenating friendship into every pore of your frigidly shivering skin,
 
You insidiously drilled a hole through it to keep sight of your
enemy – yet the same tree transformed each of its tears into
blessings just for you; to give you new direction and fortitude to righteously pursue chapters of a truthful life,
 
You venomously reduced it into a practice punching bag as you pummeled its form with your daily morning kicks and blows – yet the same tree imparted supreme enlightenment to your waveringly beleaguered vision; with its entrenchment of vivacious green,
 
You insanely emptied all brutal lead in your gun into its unflinching body as it served as the best target range – yet the same tree provided royal shelter in its top branches to your trembling form; as you hurriedly scampered up to escape the satanic wolves,
 
You cannibalistically slit its throat an umpteen times to crackle up your night with that quintessential firewood – yet the same tree welcomed you with the most everlasting embrace of its swishing arms and leaf; as every of your beguilingly merciless kin had deserted you to die of solitude,
 
You vindictively defecated; vomited; urinated at its stem; to show you give a damn – yet the same tree blessed and showered you with a festoon of feathers; leaves; raindrops and goodness; with every single draught of gusty wind; and made you feel like an ultimate prince,
 
You diabolically whipped it with your waist-belt and walking stick to release the volcanic energy of your numb shoulder and palm – yet the same tree befriended you with kisses of love; as you clung to it like a child when the devastating earthquake struck,
 
You hurled on it every abuse you’d learnt in the process of your life as you knew it hadn’t the power to retaliate – yet the same tree gave you the ultimate pillow to sleep on every night in its compassionately protruding roots; when the hole in your tattered pockets grew larger by the minute,
 
You indiscriminately butchered its body many a time to get rid of unkempt weeds that loitered your spurious courtyard – yet the same tree blossomed once again in due course of time taking its strength from mother earth; only to bless you with that everlasting shade; cool and mid-summer siesta,
 
You ominously inscribed many an enthusing shape on its body with your knife only to woo your girlfriend to profess – yet the same tree saw to it that your friendship immortalized into the truest of love; courtesy its now gruesomely bleeding countenance split into livid rags,
 
You tyrannically subjected it to all kinds of electricity; just to
assert how ingeniously you’d proved that it too had life – yet the same tree gave you a roof for your house when it’d blown away; chivalrously gave you its fruit to eat when your bowels were on the verge of spewing famished blood,
 
You belligerently stripped it of all its flower every morning to
empower your flower shop with its lifeless roots and scent – yet the same tree gave you that much missing whistle in your monotonous existence; tantalizing you to fantasize about all goodness on this fathomless planet,
 
You sadistically burnt every bit of its charm on the spurious pretext that ghosts were stuck to it – yet the same tree once again evolved into a kingly assortment of flowers; leaves and silken branch; to comfort you in your bizarre sadness and prove that it was nothing but nature’s ultimate gift to all mankind,
 
You greedily snatched its newborn tendrils each day to farcically brush the already shines whites of your teeth – yet the same tree bore the brunt of every heinous sword; stone and bomb on its naked body; singlehandedly wading off the fanatic mob; invincibly guarding you as you snored,
 
You unthinkably let countless of it felled down to read your books on lavish paper instead of switching over to e-books – yet the same tree continued to enlighten your nostrils with its scent of a united earth; as you fancily flipped through your novel pages extracted from its pristine bark,
 
And even as you were about to criminally extricate it from its very roots to make way for your new dwelling – the tree only asked you to fulfill its final wish – that was to plant it at some place else; where it’d once again catch root by the grace of God – continue to bless you with unsurpassable cisterns of luck; happiness; contentment; fantasy; shade and charm as it blossomed up towards blue sky,
 
So are you ready to forgive it as it had also forgiven you a countless times; Are you ready to fulfill the Tree’s one last wish?

Any Form Of Life Was Better Than Death

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw countless haplessly orphaned children; being viciously kicked into dustbins of malice; for
ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw the pricelessly innocuous female fetus; being brutally assassinated and aborted; right in the very depths of the unassailably Godly womb,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw heartlessly cold-blooded men; ruthlessly felling innumerable a tree; using its blessed branches; trunk and roots; for evolving lifelessly wastrel commodities,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw demonically manipulating politicians; weigh the very essence of unconquerably righteous life; in terms of wantonly decrepit currency coin,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw innocently minor girls being brutally raped; by the diabolically idiosyncratic perversions of sadistic man,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw peerlessly impeccable blood being parasitically sucked from newborn forms; just in order to spuriously enrich and consecrate; the already blessed and bountiful human form,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw boundless wives and children reduced to a cadaverous carcass; as the man of the family simply refrained to budge an inch to earn; cannibalistically guzzling the last drop of wine and
vixen; to be found of planet earth,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw beautifully fructifying wildlife being emotionlessly beheaded; just in order to become the
exuberant delicacy; of the already replenished palette,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw robustly ebullient organisms doing nothing but just endlessly gazing at fathomless sky; nonsensically proclaiming that their destiny would one day and eventually take them to the absolute epitome of cloud nine,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw one man derogatorily slaving and slavering for another man; wherein the Omnipotent
Creator had created all symbiotically equal in the first place,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw millions of innocent being indiscriminately butchered; in the wrath and aftermath of barbarously thwarting bombardment and war,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw satanic terrorists launch an inconsolably pulverizing assault on one particular fraternity of mankind; in the name of sacrifice to the Omnipresent Lord,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw hordes of people blindfoldedly offering their last ounce of wealth to the Omnipotent deity of the Lord; who in the first place owned every speck of the unending Universe; and who wanted them to benevolently donate the same to all suffering living kind instead,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw school going girls and boys begging hoarsely on the obdurately chauvinistic streets; with their parents abhorrently using them to tickle the soft corner of the opulent society,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw women of all ages; right from the age of my daughter; to sister to mother; tawdrily selling their flesh to hedonistically dastardly men; just for securing those two quintessential morsels of food,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw limitless dying unattended on the freezing streets; because of unforgivably ghastly corruption; viciously infiltrating in every echelon of the government and society,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw impudently pretentious brats; telling their life-bestowing parents to clean the stagnating shit in their houses; whilst they themselves deliriously drowned themselves; into barrels of
sinfully expensive wine and cigarette smoke,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw the most perpetually faithful of lovers salaciously separate like a miserably broken leaf; at the tiniest of objection from the sanctimoniously turgid society,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw selfishly shriveled man; praying to God for solely impregnating his lungs with a countless breaths; instead of immortally sharing the same in perfect symbiosis with endless numbers
of his own kind,

But when I was actually committing suicide. I felt that any form of life was better than death; as I approached my very last breath. For if at all I could endeavor my very best to ameliorate every fraternity of estranged and maliciously cannibalistic living
kind; then by the grace of God it could be only while in undefeated life and not the slightest after stonily gory death.