Monthly Archives: April 2016

An eye for another eye; would definitely plunge the entire world into a mortuary of cringing darkness—would definitely make the entire world blind,

A tongue for another tongue; would definitely dumb the entire world into a wall of haplessly delirious silence—would definitely make the entire world mute,

An ear for another ear; would definitely plague the entire world into a unfathomably deep gorge of sadistic nothingness-would definitely make the entire world deaf,

A lip for another lip; would definitely devastate the entire world into a corpse of irrevocably jinxed sadness-would definitely make the entire world flagrantly morose,

A hand for another hand; would definitely plummet the entire world into a carcass of fetidly indescribable hopelessness-would definitely make the entire world beg beyond holistic heights,

A spine for another spine; would definitely incarcerate the entire world into chains of sacrilegiously blackened slavery-would definitely make the entire world denigrated beyond self respect,

A stomach for another stomach; would definitely emaciate the entire world into infinite skulls of reproachful hunger—would definitely make the entire world vindictively starve,

A neck for another neck; would definitely curse the entire world into an inconsolably hideous dungeon of emptiness—would definitely make the entire world a bloodily anarchist battlefield,

A vein for another vein; would definitely devastate the entire world into a demonically sadistic lacunae—would definitely make the entire world plaintively emotionless,

A finger for another finger; would definitely coerce the entire world to cacophonically beg for a lifetime on the streets—would definitely make the entire world a pile of worthlessly rusted brittle pins,

A skin for another skin; would definitely freeze the entire world into a gutter-pipe of shivering and cloistered hopelessness—would definitely make the entire world crumble even under the strongest of blistering Sun,

A shoulder for another shoulder; would definitely deteriorate the entire world into a slushpile of abysmally pitiful remorse—would definitely make the entire world directionless,

A leg for another leg; would definitely sink the entire world into the marshes of despondently orphaned doomsday—would definitely make the whole world forlornly maimed,

A scalp for another scalp; would definitely lead the entire world into a ghost-town of venomously sordid blackness- -would definitely make the whole world a hallucinated fool,

A bone for another bone; would definitely squelch the entire world beyond the threshold of unimaginable despair—would definitely make the whole world irrevocably maimed,

A tooth for another tooth; would definitely bruise the entire world into dastardly tastelessness—would definitely make the whole world remorsefully bland,

A cheek for another cheek; would definitely distort the entire world into a coffin of crucified ugliness- -would definitely make the entire world a perennially maudlin scarecrow,

A blood-drop for another blood-drop; would definitely metamorphose the entire world into a veritably breathing hell—would definitely make the entire world a reproachfully stinking ghost,

Whist a heart for another heart – would definitely immortalize the entire world into the religion of eternal mankind – make the entire world fall forever and ever and ever without a chance to ever rise up; into the ocean of immortal humanity and love.

I stood for marathon hours under the blistering Sun; accomplishing a battalion
of tasks with the arid breeze slapping my cheek,
When I came back home; I instantly pacified my insatiable thirst consuming a
glass of cold water.

I ran long distances on a track of consolidated mud; with pumped exuberance
bursting through my fragile muscles,
Infinite strands of my hair engulfed by golden sweat; I then submerged my
forehead in a glass of water to rejuvenate my pulsating temples.

I clambered up steep slopes of the mountain using the full power of my wrists;
with a crunching sound emanating from my bones,
As an inevitable aftermath; I swooned on the ground midway in exhaustion;
opened my eyes the instant I was sprinkled with a glass of water.

I rolled ecstatically in a curry of voluptuously wet mud; incorporating my
demeanor with streaks of brown blended with abashing black,
Poured a glass of water with vigorous tenacity on the same; to get rid of the
disdainful dirt.

I lay unconscious on the ground; after diligently fasting all day; exhaling
shallow gasps of breath at intermittent intervals;
Displayed the first signs of recovery; after a glass of water was meticulously
impregnated in my body.

My voice sounded pungently shrill and hoarse simultaneously; with blurred
notes of music diffusing when I sang,
Although I was cheered with boisterous claps; received a plethora of
accolades; when I opened my mouth after drinking a glass of water.

Streams of blood oozed profusely from my wounds; as I lay on the road after a
ghastly accident,
The flow however ceased dramatically; after I drenched my bruise in a glass of
water.

I wrote unrelentingly under the dim light of the bulb; with my dainty fingers
tiring as a manifestation of the onerous effort,
However my hands were as fit as to decimate a brick wall; after revitalizing
them with a glass of water.

I lived my life in penurious circumstances; with meager emoluments of affluence to my credit,
However to all who visited my dilapidated dwelling; I never failed to offer a glass of water; gratifying their thirst; prompting them to shower blessings on my impoverished soul.

I commenced my day in brilliant sunlight consuming it with relish; imparting
radiant tenacity to my silhouette,
Retired for the night uttering a silent thanks to the Creator for all the goodness he created; admiring the richness embossed in that innocuous looking glass of
warm water.

In order to augment the glory of the crystalline sky; God inundated it with a festoon of enchantingly misty clouds,

In order to augment the glory of the lanky tree; God flooded its barren surface with a blanket of fresh green leaves,

In order to augment the glory of the fleshy palm; God embellished its surface with a myriad of fascinating lines bifurcated into islands and forks,

In order to augment the glory of the plain atmosphere; God deluged its gloomy ambience with sizzling rays of brilliant Sunlight,

In order to augment the glory of the colossal ocean; God imparted its boundless surface with a cavalcade of ravishingly frosty waves,

In order to augment the glory of fecund territories of brown soil; God embodied its surface with a wide fraternity of salubrious crop,

In order to augment the glory of the voluptuously fathomless jungles; God placed a battalion of majestic lions on its rustled paths,

In order to augment the glory of the towering mountains; God embedded their treacherous slopes with compassionate balls of white snow,

In order to augment the glory of the redolently scarlet rose; God granted its demeanor with a seductively exotic scent,

In order to augment the glory of the delectably hidden nest; God filled its empty persona with a cluster of stupendously charming and innocuous eggs,

In order to augment the glory of the placid night; God blessed its shivering persona with amicably twinkling stars,

In order to augment the glory of the gorgeously unsurpassable valley; God lit up its dolorous space with a boisterously pepped up and a stringent echo,

In order to augment the glory of the innocuously wandering cow; God imparted it with the prowess of oozing life yielding and sacrosanct milk,

In order to augment the glory of cascading rain; God impregnated the cosmos with a spell binding and vivacious rainbow,

In order to augment the glory of mammoth stacks of diamonds and gold; God triggered their periphery with a mesmerizing and perennial shine,

In order to augment the glory of the blind bat; God granted it with the astounding ability to stick wherever it wanted; to sleep upside down,

In order to augment the glory of the blossoming shoots of bountiful grass; God overwhelmed its tips with tantalizingly alluring dewdrops,

In order to augment the glory of true love; God gave it the highest priority on his agendas of this unfathomable Universe; granted it the virtue of being supremely immortal,

And in order to augment the glory of every human; God swamped his dead body with an armory of passionate heart beats; flooded his dormant lungs with gargantuan
bellows of fresh breath; bestowed upon him the most wonderful gift existing on this planet; a gift that we all know today as life.

Out of the clutches of societal desperation,

Out of the realms of spurious religious conflict,

Out of the gutters of frustratingly penalizing politics,

Out of the traditionally barbarous mindsets of the typical chauvinist,

Out of the tunnels of superficially illiterate darkness,

Out of the battlefields of fanatically baseless bombarding and war,

Out of any brutal offerings of flesh and life to the feet of the Omnipotent God,

Out of the stinkingly deplorable hell of feckless dictatorship,

Out of the monstrously malaise mansions of tyrannical rules and regulations,

Out of the sinister dungeons where definitions of ‘caste’, ‘creed’, ‘color’, remained jailed,

Out of any frigidly exploiting caves of ‘tantra’, ‘yantra’, ‘mantra’ and
astrological drama,

Out of any evil spirit trying its maniacal best to forever taint the fabric of humanity,

Out of any impractical preachings which ludicrously seemed applicable only after death,

Out of any anecdote of self inflicted loneliness which only led to dementia at its very best,

Out of mush-mushy candy floss romances which only led to shattering of the
heart into an infinite pieces,

Out of the dusty roads of laziness and foolhardy stagnation,

Out of the holocaustic perverted mindset- which massacred at random in the robes of a holy priest,

Out of the non-existent shadows of anarchy—which’d cast a pall of morbid gloom across each aspect of our priceless senses,

Out of the blackness of ignorance which let us breathe only to the song of strangulating death,

We’re here. We’re back. We’re roaring n alive as the generation of the new millennium—as the generation which never loses—as the generation of now— as Generation Y.

pieces of stone molded to artistic pawns,
royal knights maneuvering handsomely on the board,
sturdy rooks marching straight with dexterous ease,
hunchbacked bishops gliding through diagonal streets,
haughty queen parading on all quarters of the board,
the resolute king taking a step at a time,
minuscule pawns were killed in initial encounter,
infinite permutations kept going on,
the well spun chess cloth shone in yellow bulb light,
automatic clocks ticked with player moves,
giant screen flashed moves to millions of people,
the indoor auditorium brimmed to capacity,
crowd mass took bated breaths, stayed glued to their seats,
the battle on board grew tense,
as the day was divested of passing hours,
his tapered fingers eventually slammed a piece down,
chorused smiles reflected on thousands seated,
as well as the ones witnessing it on silver screen,
the winner proudly shook hands with the ruling
president,
flung the trophy high towards kingdom of the Creator,
grimaced his teeth in exuberance,
to announce his victory in the world of chess,
crowning him as the reigning world chess champion

A full day of Sunshine provides truck loads of dazzling light,
evaporating traces of imprisoned water with blemishes of grey.

a full day of Sunshine revitalizes dead nerves,
imparting fortified strength to frayed network of shoulder bone.

a full day of Sunshine stringently fumigates households of moisture,
tenaciously baking slip-shod exteriors of feeble edifices.

a full day of Sunshine makes morbid waters of the river sparkle,
instigating animate fauna to creep up uninhibited on the translucent surface.

a full day of Sunshine would decimate clusters of venomous mosquito,
releasing scores of humans from the captive jaws of epidemic.

a full day of Sunshine provides fodder to sprawling acres of green grass,
reinforcing their lack-luster appearance with blossoming stalks of lotus pink.

a full day of Sunshine ensures a ravishing time at the beach,
engulfing shriveled white patches of pale skin with masculine streaks of tan.

a full day of Sunshine is a rare commodity on jagged peaks of the snow clad alps,
initiating fountains of perennial happiness to pour; from the eyes of those privileged to witness these welcome beams of warmth.

a full day of Sunshine prompts sagged clothes in blended water to dry,
transforming its wet demeanour into crispy texture of uncreased garment.

a full day of Sunshine inspires individuals with premonitions of art,
rendering them versatile enough to scrupulously achieve mounting tasks.

a full day of Sunshine leads to intense perspiration dribbling down,
highlighting the optimistic effects of confronting life.

a full day of Sunshine offers respite from nail biting cold,
a reprieve from abhorrent sins of the previous night,
filtering feckless prejudices into oblivion,
chalking out innovative plans and fresh directions in adventurous life.

Unbaked flabby chunks of dough,
With loosely sprawled fine powder,
Molded into round lumps of bulky wheatmeal,
An unyielding deodorant in its primitive form,
Studded with minute recesses clinging to its body,
Awaiting hybrid flames from unburnt firewood,
To nurture it into a ripened swell of burnt complexion,
Compactly stitched at all sections,
With threads of natural glue,
Compressed into delicious sandwiched bread,
Sewn in perfect co-ordination,
With progressively low rising engulfing fusion,
Emanating from the tiny apertures of gas burner,
Enriching and finally deserting it as a
victorious fragment of Consumption

Till the time you told the mountain to invincibly defend; it felt as if the most pricelessly blessed entity on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a civilization of manipulatively estranged and decrepit politicians; it died a death more treacherous than what the most insidiously ghastliest of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the sea to tantalizingly undulate; it felt as if the most euphorically fascinating entity on this bountifully exhilarating planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a boundlessly sweltering desert; it died a death more diabolical than what the most treacherously torturous of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the star to resplendently twinkle; it felt as if the most blissfully
unconquerable entity on this timelessly endowing planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a whirlpool of relentlessly blistering heat; it died a death more morbid than what the most satanically
shriveled of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the rose to eternally disseminate royal scent; it felt as if the most
poignantly mollified entity on this fathomlessly burgeoning planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a monotonously concrete jungle of bricks; it died a death more sordid than what the most parasitically cannibalistic of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the dog to cacophonically bark; it felt as if the most miraculously mitigated entity on this unbelievably limitless planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a mellifluously voluptuous nightingale; it died a death more hedonistic than what the most demonically
truculent of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the soldier to patriotically blaze; he felt as if the most divinely ameliorated entity on this wonderfully enigmatic planet,
But the instant you dictated him to metamorphose into cisterns of languidly squandering sleep; he died a death more savage than what the most perfidiously
rampaging of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the mother to altruistically feed; she felt as if the most Omnipotently insuperable entity on this boundlessly exotic planet,
But the instant you dictated her to metamorphose into tawdrily lackadaisical damsel; she died a death more horrific than what the most devastatingly indiscriminate of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the eye to panoramically sight; it felt as if the most sensuously placated entity on this regally entrancing planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into venomously paralyzing blindness; it died a death more pathetic than what the most barbarously terrorizing of
death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the conscience to irrefutably diffuse the wave of ubiquitously undaunted truth; it felt as if the most triumphantly ebullient entity on this limitlessly eclectic planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a corpse of gorily crucifying and squalidly debilitating lies; it died a death more remorseful than what the most lecherously unworthy of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the nostril to inhale uninhibited air; it felt as if the most blessedly emollient entity on this timelessly enchanting planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into lifelessly amorphous skeleton; it died a death more deplorable than what the most pugnaciously rancid of
death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the dew-drop to fantastically mesmerize; it felt as if the most unsurpassably kingly entity on this unfathomably majestic planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into uncouthly chauvinistic blood; it died a death more sadistic that what the most deliriously lambasting of death; could ever perceive to be.

And till the time you told the heart to immortally love and let live; it felt as if the most perpetually undefeatable entity on this beautifully redolent planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a mortuary of forlornly cursed betrayal; it died a death more insane than what the most raunchily threadbare of
death; could ever perceive to be.

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the walls of my stomach didn’t crave for a single morsel of succulently bountiful food; even for an infinite indefatigably painstaking of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the whites and blacks of my eye didn’t crave for a single globule of compassionately celestial moisture; even for an infinite limitlessly acerbic of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if my intricate veins didn’t crave for a single pinch of poignantly crimson blood; even for an infinite boundlessly treacherous of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my lips didn’t crave for a single innuendo of blissful smile; even for an infinite unsurpassably satanic of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the hollows of my ears didn’t crave for a single trace of euphoric sound; even for an infinite uncouthly divesting of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my bones didn’t crave for a single horizon of strength; even for an infinite salaciously lambasting of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the trajectory of my cheeks didn’t crave for a single triumphant blush; even for an infinite ominously debilitating of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the soles of my feet didn’t crave for a single cushion of ebullient grass; even for an infinite indiscriminately crippling of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the curvatures of my untamed nails didn’t crave for a single uninhibitedly ardent itch; even for an infinite hedonistically massacring of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the passageways of my throat didn’t crave for a single ounce of water; even for an infinite tyrannically devastating of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if my armpits didn’t crave for a single trickle of enchantingly golden sweat; even for an infinite unstoppably penalizing of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if my eyelashes didn’t crave for a single feather of fantastically unbridled sensuousness; even for an infinite unceasingly slandering of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if my tongue didn’t crave for a single jet of tantalizingly emphatic saliva; even for an infinite brutally asphyxiating of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if my majestic manhood didn’t crave for a single draught of spell binding fertility; even for an infinite parasitically obsolete of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if my strangulated nostrils didn’t crave for a single breath of unlimitedly mesmerizing freshness; even for an infinite diabolically slaining of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the jagged outlines of my teeth didn’t crave for a single wholeheartedly reinvigorating bite; even for an infinite disparagingly oblivious of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the apertures of my hindside didn’t crave
for a single symbiotically ameliorating expurgation; even for an infinite traumatically castigated of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if my heart didn’t crave for a single beat of unassailably fructifying love; even for an infinite tawdrily truculent of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if my conscience didn’t crave for a single horizon of everlastingly blessed righteousness; even for an infinite violently unsparing of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if my soul didn’t crave for a single beam of optimistically enlightened peace; even for an infinite dolorously pulverizing of my lifetimes,

But if the fathomless realms of my brain didn’t crave for immortally bestowing poetry even for an infinitesimal single second; I perished to an end more ghastly than the most forlornly flagrant of hell; a death which was more sadistically incarcerating; than an infinite of an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

I didn’t know whether to plunge into the well of treacherously vindictive scorpions; or whether to hang myself insanely upside down from the cadaverously gleaming gallows,

I didn’t know whether to chop my skull into an infinite fragments with the merciless butcher knife; or whether to let every conceivable parasite on this boundless planet to uninhibitedly suck blood from my derogatorily diminishing veins,

I didn’t know whether to stand bare-chested in the way of the unrelentingly unsparing avalanches; or whether to lecherously drown to the rock bottom of the deep ocean; with an unsurpassable battalion of sinister crabs in my mouth,

I didn’t know whether to torch my skin alive in a gutter of insidiously adulterated kerosene; or whether to ruthlessly excoriate every iota of my nimble skin; from the top of my brutally emaciated bones,

I didn’t know whether to lethally gouge my eyes with ghoulishly blood coated thorns; or whether to shatter my entire countenance into a countless fragments; sadistically banging my body against the venomously cold-blooded rocks,

I didn’t know whether to bury myself alive infinite feet beneath sinking soil; or whether to surrender myself to every construable bit of disparagingly convoluted badness; on the trajectory of this gigantic planet,

I didn’t know whether to indefatigably sip vials of hedonistically ghastly poison; or whether to get gored full throttle; by the acrimoniously piercing thorns of the savagely marauding bull,

I didn’t know whether to barbarously slash the trembling veins of my palm with perfidiously criminal blades; or whether to make a ludicrously grotesque barbecue of myself for the unscrupulously wandering termites,

I didn’t know whether to lividly wither like a despondently crackled leaf; or whether to leap naked fleshed from the pinnacle of the sky; to crunch my every bone with stray pebbles and rocks on earth beneath,

I didn’t know whether to let the demons crucify me on the sacrificing altar torturously sucking every speck of my exuberance under the acridly sweltering Sun; or whether to raunchily take every pistol bullet that hurtled pugnaciously in serene air; right in the center of my head,

I didn’t know whether to timelessly incarcerate every cursed breath of mine in chains of isolation; or whether to tirelessly march through a graveyard of sickness; where the ghosts of disease made every instant of my life more crippling than an infinite deaths,

I didn’t know whether to lasciviously slit every patch of robustness in my throat with the satanic garden shears; or whether to truculently blast even the most inconspicuous element of sensitivity in my ears with perniciously ribald bombs,

I didn’t know whether to indiscriminately inundate every pore of my slavering body with unfathomably unforgivable bitterness; or whether to greedily slurp asphyxiating acid down my throat in incomprehensibly luxurious amounts,

I didn’t know whether to forever disappear into the corridors of bawdily nonchalant nothingness; or whether to continuously lick victimizingly threadbare dirt on the lavatory broomstick; like an irascible cockroach all my life,

I didn’t know whether to become a live carrion for the egregiously cannibalistic vultures; or whether to surprisingly come in front of a speeding truck; being massacred to a gory absolution without the slightest intimation or respite,

I didn’t know whether to limitlessly hurt myself like an uncontrollably prurient imbecile; or whether to jinx myself with the most uxoriously tyrannical spirits of fretfully decimating doom,

I didn’t know whether to baselessly howl the last chord of my throat till the threshold of infinite infinity; or whether to perch my diminutive form upon the belligerently flaming pyre; for an irrefutable isolation from the vagaries of this manipulatively
prejudiced planet,

I didn’t know whether to eat ominously bellicose cyanide for dessert; or whether to forever snap my inconsequential reflection from the periphery of this fathomless earth; devastatingly fading into a corpse of lunatic darkness,

Her loss was so profoundly unbearable that I really didn’t know how to die; Her untimely departure was the most irreversible defeat that I had faced in the chapter of my truncated life,

And therefore; all that I intransigently sought for today; was a death more ghastlier than the most horrific of death could ever dream of or could ever be; such a penalizingly lambasting corner in the coffins of diabolical hell; where the absence of her divinely sacrosanct form would never ever make me cry again.