Monthly Archives: April 2016

Don’t blame the overwhelmingly blistering rays of the sweltering Sun; for the mind boggling proportions of heat it ruthlessly generated,
Try and see instead the beams of optimistic light it profoundly illuminated; in the lives of infinite souls completely deluged with hopeless despair.

Don’t blame the horrendously rotting apple for emanating an obnoxious scent; corrupting the spurious bliss of the grandiloquent atmosphere,
Try and see instead the ingratiatingly blossoming effect it had on the dwindling crop; when embedded in soil as pinches of raw manure.

Don’t blame the profusely spike studded shoe for abrading your dainty feet; acting as a gruesome barricade to fresh spurts of air; from seeping inside,
Try and see instead; the astronomical tenacity it offered to your nimble soles; to transgress undaunted; even through the most acrimoniously swirling fires.

Don’t blame the earthquake for treacherously devastating empty buildings; engendering the waves of the fabulous ocean to escalate taller than the skies,
Try and see instead; the celestial rivulets of water it perpetuated; in the heart
of miserably arid land.

Don’t blame the silvery sea shores for inhabiting a battalion of venomously lethal spiders; raring to feast on immaculate chunks of innocent flesh,
Try and see instead; the unfathomable amounts of relaxation they provided to dreary adventurers; the perpetually mystical avenue they proved for lovers before tying the nuptial knot.

Don’t blame the clouds in the cosmos for fomenting a thunderously cacophonic noise; clashing mercilessly against each other to produce streaks of frightening lightening,
Try and see instead; the mesmerizing droplets of rain they showered; the life yielding streams of vivacious liquid which poured in ferocious torrents on pathetically groaning soil.

Don’t blame the kettle for fulminating in tumultuous heat; scalding innocuous bits of skin with hostile droplets of sizzling liquid,
Try and see instead the heavenly rejuvenation it imparted; with only infinitesimal sips of it; gently dribbling into the gloomy persona.

Don’t blame the conscience for being blatantly candid; blurting out things which could have been well camouflaged in realms of astute manipulation and malice,
Try and see instead the stupendously comforting bliss that it provided to the countenance; the most explicit identity it endeavored to reveal of a man dying in
embarrassing despair.

And don’t blame life for being tyrannical and satanically cruel; whipping you every unfurling second with the sword of inexplicable disease compounded with treacherous pain,
Try and see instead its irrefutably sacred virtue; the infinite buckets of voluptuously passionate breath you inhaled to be living this very moment; survive at your
unprecedented best in the most horrific of times.

The harder you try and erase your deplorably unfortunate past from your mind; the harder it cadaverously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your blissful present; into a corpse of treacherously remorseful uncertainties,

The harder you try and erase your deliriously shocking past from your mind; the harder it fecklessly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
burgeoning present; into a jailhouse of inexplicably inconsolable brooding,

The harder you try and erase your obsessively meaningless past from your mind; the harder it wantonly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your fructifying present; into a coffin of intransigently stabbing miseries,

The harder you try and erase your sinful ribald past from your mind; the harder it preposterously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your resplendent present; into the gallows of acrimoniously venomous disease,

The harder you try and erase your thoughtlessly gratuitous past from your mind; the harder it wretchedly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your synergistic present; into the most non-existent wisps of diabolical hell,

The harder you try and erase your baselessly egregious past from your mind; the harder it demonically comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
heavenly present; into haunted house of unceremoniously jinxed memories,

The harder you try and erase your abhorrently dastardly past from your mind; the harder it unrelentingly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your royal present; into a cloudburst of unforgivably apocalyptic blood,

The harder you try and erase your dejectedly failed past from your mind; the harder it lethally comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your ecstatic present; into a pigstalk of fetid bitterness,

The harder you try and erase your sadistically incarcerated past from your mind; the harder it cannibalistically comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your priceless present; into a rusted iron nail of worthless violence,

The harder you try and erase your criminally excoriating past from your mind; the harder it unceremoniously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your undaunted present; into the most sordidly stagnating oblivion,

The harder you try and erase your brutally assassinating past from your mind; the harder it despicably comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your effulgent present; into a frigidly infidel worm of nothingness,

The harder you try and erase your unbearably torturous past from your mind; the harder it salaciously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
sacrosanct present; into an amorphously emotionless carcass of disdain,

The harder you try and erase your immutably bigoted past from your mind; the harder it sacrilegiously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of
your victorious present; into a dungeon of barbarously blackened parasitic confinement,

The harder you try and erase your carnivorously stinking past from your mind; the harder it ignominiously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your exuberant present; into a deathful madness of unsurpassable melancholy,

The harder you try and erase your disastrously malevolent past from your mind; the harder it vituperatively comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your unconquerable present; into a graveyard of unendingly cursed sickness,

The harder you try and erase your fearfully dogged past from your mind; the harder it unwontedly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
rejuvenated present; into an unfathomable gorge of vindictively despairing sadness,

The harder you try and erase your uncouthly terrorized past from your mind; the harder it intractably comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
redolent present; into the ultimate apogees of satanic devastation,

The harder you try and erase your murderously inhumanitarian past from your mind; the harder it viciously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your impregnable present; into a trail of haplessly staggering discontentment,

The harder you try and erase your ghoulishly pugnacious past from your mind; the harder it reproachfully comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your peerless present; into the most unpardonable abuse of the entire Universe,

Therefore; try and accept it as an already happened element of your existence instead; which would never ever repeat itself in your path to presently philanthropically victory; try and live with your past instead.

Whether the inexplicably shivering beggar spoke it; or whether it diffused magnetically from the stupendously rich man’s mouth,

Whether the pathetically diminutive ant spoke it; or whether it diffused roaringly from the overwhelmingly majestic lion’s mouth,

Whether the horrendously ugly witch spoke it; or whether it diffused gloriously from the unequivocally beautiful princess’s mouth,

Whether the pathetically slithering snake spoke it; or whether it diffused articulately from the voluptuously seductive nightingale’s mouth,

Whether the ridiculously staggering clown spoke it; or whether it diffused handsomely from the valiantly fighting; and majestically patriotic soldier’s mouth,

Whether the sordidly black slave spoke it; or whether it diffused opulently from the grandiloquently embellished queen’s mouth,

Whether the infinitesimally wavering ant spoke it; or whether it diffused domineeringly from the royally towering elephant’s mouth,

Whether the tyrannically starved orphan spoke it; or whether it diffused toweringly from the unfathomably blessed and bountiful mountain’s mouth,

Whether the irrevocably hideous cactus spoke it; or whether it diffused rhapsodically from the magnanimously showering cloud’s mouth,

Whether the perpetually deaf man spoke it; or whether it diffused spell-bindingly from the ingratiatingly tantalizing magician’s mouth,

Whether the languidly idling tortoise spoke it; or whether it diffused dynamically from the flamboyantly zipping and dynamic fire’s mouth,

Whether the intermittently pertinent mosquito spoke it; or whether it diffused synergistically from the incredulously gorgeous eagle’s mouth,

Whether the brutally scorched camel spoke it; or whether it diffused poignantly from the unsurpassably Kingly ocean’s mouth,

Whether the gruesomely illiterate urchin spoke it; or whether it diffused integrally from the irrefutably prudent and sacred philosopher’s mouth,

Whether the devastatingly old and bedraggled grandfather spoke it; or whether it diffused exuberantly from the lusciously vivacious and enthrallingly dancing
angel’s mouth,

Whether the grisly haired rat spoke it; or whether it diffused celestially from the heavenly spiritual and charismatic Goddess’s mouth,

Whether the ignominiously castigated artist spoke it; or whether it diffused seductively from the wonderfully captivating fairy’s mouth,

Whether the hopelessly extinguished candle spoke it; or whether it diffused authoritatively from the benevolently crowned monarch’s mouth,

And whether the incomprehensibly shattered heart spoke it; or whether it diffused immortally from the profusely replenished lover’s mouth,

Truth would always and irrefutably remain only as TRUTH FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER; bonding all those with a philanthropically symbiotic will to survive; in
thunderbolts of everlasting passion; in the blankets of impregnable humanity; alike.

Victory is always sweet; a perpetual trouncing of the corpses of the hedonistically slandering devil; by the winds of eternally undefeated righteousness,

Honesty is always persevering; an ocean of pricelessly unflinching sweat; that eventually wins over even the most infinitesimal anecdote of treacherously prejudiced debauchery,

Friendship is always compassionate; a perennial melanging of two souls into one; irrespective of caste; creed; color or the unfurling of astoundingly zipping time,

Childhood is always pristine; an indefatigable culmination into the most innocuously unfettered fantasies of vibrant tomorrow; and a fathomless kilometers away from even the most mercurial of hideous manipulation,

Adventures are always exhilarating; an unabashedly blissful venturing into the corridors of the uncannily unknown; rejuvenating every monotonously emaciated
cranny of the body with timelessly mesmerizing spice,

Beauty is always ravishing; a panoramically unbridled triumph of sensuousness over the sacrilegiously demented corpses of stagnation; for a countless more births yet
to arrive,

Benevolence is always altruistic; an unendingly selfless wind of companionship; which embraces every tangible and intangible entity on this fathomless Universe; in
its impregnably amiable swirl,

Creation is always artistic; an inexhaustible cistern of inimitably unparalleled energy; which burgeons into the most brilliantly optimistic shapes of an interminable tomorrow,

Smiles are always inspiring; triggering rays of unassailably bounteous hope; into the lives of all those deplorably devastated beyond the threshold of inexplicably hapless despair,

Blood is always humanitarian; coalescing the entire boundlessly effulgent Universe into a spell bindingly united mass; irrespective of whether it belonged to a;
“Hindu”; “Muslim”; “Buddhist”; or “Christian”,

Soul is always uplifting; incessantly continuing to drift into every ounce of goodness on this endlessly fructifying earth; even after the last expunging of divinely breath,

Symbiotism is always unconquerable; an untamed inferno of mutually ebullient desire; which timelessly bonded every conceivable element of free space; in the threads of benign holiness,

Yearning is always passionate; indispensably massacring even the most raunchily indiscriminately of hurdles that ever dared come in between; its royally tantalizing way,

Hunger is always natural; perpetually differentiating us insipidly greedy living beings; from the heavens of the insuperably Omnipotent and fearless Lord,

Flirtation is always mischievous; rekindling the spirit to survive as the most effervescently beautiful organism; even when buried an infinite feet beneath
insouciantly meaningless mud,

Sleep is always celestial; replenishing even the most truculently lambasted arenas of the deteriorating body; with the mists of everlastingly heavenly rest,

Shadows are always mystical; undauntedly weaving an ever-pervadingly panoramic gorge of astounding fantasy; which seductively enshrouded even the obsolete cranny of the invisible veins,

Breathing is always fiery; perpetuating an unlimited forest of desire even in the most meaninglessly wanton of spaces; perpetuating the most veritably dead to euphorically surge forward in the true fervor of life,

And “Truth is always Naked”; candidly exposing the most inconspicuous of ins and outs of your persona; like when the Omniscient Creator was writing the destiny of this undying planet; and without the tiniest twitch of the eye.

The devil unstoppably took pride in salaciously writing; the book of obnoxious caste-creed and venomously penalizing hatred,

The devil unstoppably took pride in acrimoniously writing; the book of indiscriminate bloodshed and disastrously traumatizing ruthlessness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in vengefully writing; the book of tyrannical devastation and lecherously bellicose orphaning,

The devil unstoppably took pride in fretfully writing; the book of vindictive war and satanically criminal holocausts,

The devil unstoppably took pride in maliciously writing; the book of coldblooded barbarism and manipulatively bizarre malice,

The devil unstoppably took pride in forlornly writing; the book of worthless ghosts and mortuaries brutally anointed with fresh blood,

T The devil unstoppably took pride in indigently writing; the book of nonchalant spuriousness and fecklessly insipid meaninglessness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in torturously writing; the book of ominous animosity and hedonistically pugnacious illwill,

The devil unstoppably took pride in dictatorially writing; the book of licentious bawdiness and insanely threadbare nothingness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in heinously writing; the book of lascivious poverty and baselessly crippling uncertainty,

The devil unstoppably took pride in savagely writing; the book of despicable defeat and lethally ballistic atrociousness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in raunchily writing; the book of dolorous delinquency and insidiously slandering betrayal,

The devil unstoppably took pride in preposterously writing; the book of scurrilous lunatism and barbarously incarcerating fiendishness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in frigidly writing; the book of jejune mockery and impudently castigating brazenness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in heartlessly writing; the book of ghastly bloodshed and indefatigably bombarding politics,

The devil unstoppably took pride in malevolently writing; the book of prurient shit and debasingly corrupt profanity,

The devil unstoppably took pride in diffidently writing; the book of impeachable slavery and tempestuously crucifying sanctity,

The devil unstoppably took pride in dreadfully writing; the book of gruesome extinction and sordidly smutty flagrance,

The devil unstoppably took pride in whippingly writing; the book of wastrel withering and invidiously jailing eccentricity,

The devil unstoppably took pride in grotesquely writing; the book of merciless decimation and countless estranged lives,

The devil unstoppably took pride in gorily writing; the book of sadistic despondency and ignominiously deteriorating mankind,

The devil unstoppably took pride in stupidly writing; the book of Goddamned solitude and murderously decrepit decay,

The devil unstoppably took pride in cacophonically writing; the book of indolent withering and agonizingly cancerous disease,

The devil unstoppably took pride in belligerently writing; the book of lost oblivion and corrosively mad lamentation,

The devil unstoppably took pride in perniciously writing; the book of stinking discrimination and dastardly languid nervousness,

But no matter what he wrote; where he did choose to write; what language he
preferred to maliciously scribble; what ink he used to cold-bloodedly lambaste; what expression he made to lousily concentrate,

Even the most infinitesimally evanescent alphabet inside his books was irrefutably metamorphosed into a stream of immortally unending love; by the intransigently blazing inferno of truth; simplicity; humanity; benevolence; beauty; and the unassailably Almighty Lord.

Initially as much as it might sting you like a billion acrimonious thorns,
Eventually it blossomed into the most fragrant flower of prosperity; inundating each of your senses with unprecedented happiness.

Initially as much as it might lethally pierce you like a thousand knives; strangulating you forever in its explicitly candid swirl,
Eventually it emerged as the most Omnipotent warrior in this Universe; pacifying your every apprehension; with its divine ointment of life.

Initially as much as it deluged you with profusely debilitating winds of despair; stealing your last hope of blissful survival,
Eventually it put you to an eternal slumber; making you fantasize unfathomable kilometers beyond the land of rhapsodic paradise.

Initially as much as it separated you from the ones you dearly loved; pinching you pertinently at every step you alighted to survive,
Eventually it immortalized the spirit of your celestial existence; bonding your soul for centuries unsurpassable; with the Omnipresent aura of the Almighty.

Initially as much as it lambasted you on your nakedly shivering skin; whilst your manipulative comrades snored in cloud covers of opulent luxury and wine,
Eventually it granted you; your every philanthropic desire; making you the richest man alive on the trajectory of this never ending planet.

Initially as much as it melted you like an inconspicuous pancake; whilst your lecherous fellow mates danced in the aisles of seductive jubilation and exotic excitement,
Eventually it enlightened every stage of your life with invincible light; savoring for you; all the immaculate goodness that lay hidden on mother earth.

Initially as much as it slaughtered all your energy to breathe; viciously kicking you like a dog; beyond the summit of disgruntling nothingness,
Eventually it showered upon you the entire power trespassing on soil; saw to it that your every benevolent dream ripened into an enchanting reality.

Initially as much as it pulverized you to soggy bits of frigid ash; devouring every iota of your conviction; like an untamed horde of ruthless crocodiles,
Eventually it cast a spell of perennially mesmerizing innocence in your eyes; which won you the most cherished love of your life.

And initially as much as it devastated you left; right and center; reducing your robust caricature to an impoverished corpse; as the world sung and merrily laughed outside,
Eventually it ensured that you were the sole winner; towering over the monotonous definitions of a stale yesterday; ebulliently bouncing and alive to face; a countless more fantastically righteous tomorrow’s.

O! yes it’s upto you to believe it or not; implement the same in your lives,
But I for one live for truth all night and day; will salute it above the most influential of living kind; even centuries after I die.

Trust me; and I’ll sacrifice each iota of my blood; to witness you enchantingly smile,

Trust me; and I’ll bring the resplendent festoon of stars down on earth; to enlighten each cranny of your disastrously impoverished life,

Trust me; and I’ll blend all the lecherously heinous with raw bits of threadbare soil; alleviate your turbulently estranged life of its bizarre sadness,

Trust me; and I’ll stand like an invincibly towering fortress beside your side; would behead my scalp but ensure that not even the most minuscule of enemy;
transgressed against your blissful snores,

Trust me; and I’ll help you pass all your horrendously cumbersome examinations; propelling you irrefutably to forever emerge a euphoric winner in life,

Trust me; and I’ll inundate your dolorously drab life with rhapsodically everlasting fragrance; bring the most captivating of paradise on your divinely toes,

Trust me; and I’ll wholeheartedly donate all my riches to your desolate soul; indefatigably carry you upon my shoulders; till you achieved your ultimate mission in
life,

Trust me; and I’ll be your best friend for infinite more births of yours yet to unveil; would massacre even the most infinitesimal trace of sadness; before
it dared to linger near your persona,

Trust me; and I’ll ignite untamed cloudbursts of desire in your pathetically dreary existence; enrich each of your dreadfully frightening nightmares; with
optimistic rays of light,

Trust me; and I’ll pacify each of your demands with every ingredient compassionately inhabiting my scarlet blood; weeping a countless deaths but never letting you cry,

Trust me; and I’ll sequester you from the most mightiest storm and rain; incessantly walking on a blanket of acrimonious thorns; while you danced in realms of misty sky,

Trust me; and I’ll flood your every morning with the heavenly aroma of ebullient happiness; preparing for you the most ravishing meals of your choice,

Trust me; and I’ll metamorphose each step you tread on into a mesmerizing cloud of tantalizing satin; becoming your emphatically poignant voice; whenever
you felt like collapsing on the ground,

Trust me; and I’ll save you from the clutches of the manipulatively drudged society; liberate you from the inscrutably crippling repertoire of your fearful apprehensions,

Trust me; and I’ll construct a castle for you on every space you cast your impeccable sight; embellish your queenly countenance with the most majestic jewels; strewn on this boundless planet,

Trust me; and I’ll perpetually become your beam of unconquerable hope; everytime you felt you were inevitably stepping into a land of; hopelessly debilitating darkness,

Trust me; and I’ll solve the most astoundingly baffling enigmas of your life; perennially see to it that you bounced and blossomed into bountiful radiance; and insatiably enamoring charm,

Trust me; and I’ll wash all your inadvertently sins with every element of goodness levitating in atmosphere; make you intransigently float in the ocean of seductively gorgeous fantasy,

Trust me; and I’ll transform each of your philanthropic aspirations into a veritable reality; maneuvering you safely towards unprecedented richness; even after I relinquished my last breath and died,

Trust me O! Beloved; and I’ll find you the ultimate love of your splendidly divine life; even though it forever meant; ruthlessly eliminating mine.

There lay a gigantic boulder sprawled in the middle of the street,
draped with an abraded finish of sparkling steel gray,
punctured at infinite spots of its body with a host of serration’s,
left solitary on the road without traces of established identity.

A carpenter passing by thought of chiseling it to fine pieces,
with incessant strokes of his tapered hostile saw.

The gardener mused on embossing it with wild cactus,
entangling it with a plethora of thorny shrub and brilliant rose.

The sharp witted pilot envisaged its appearance with wings,
applauded himself for figuring out the supreme innovation.

The watchmaker felt like studding it with a jugglery of slender needle,
reinforcing its base with innocuous amounts of clockwork machinery.

The palmist had an impulse of engraving it with fine lines,
reading aloud chivalrously the waves of destiny hovering around its persona.

The chef of the hotel had a strong stare at it,
decided to lambaste it into dainty slices of fresh salad.

The archaeologist seemed to be reeling in waves of euphoric delight,
commenced to jot down notes regarding the very source of its existence.

The police on the street viewed it with gruesome disdain,
as it obliterated their visions of the flowing traffic.

Groups of lovers paid handsome tributes, assuming it to be an sacrificial altar,
inscribing their names with white sticks of chalk, red blood,
sketching their hearts with slanting arrows ripping through the core.

The writers pen filled sheets of virgin paper with innumerable lines,
portraying the glory of the inanimate object to all.

The most professional of them all was a hungrily starved beggar,
he didn’t waste a minute pondering on the stone,
instead constructed his dwelling on the island of amalgamated rock,
slept all night in unperturbed tranquil,
within the rustic interiors of his rock stone house.

The road appeared to be nervously slithering stretch of non-chalant Black,
Why not paint its surface with sparkling paint of majestic black, perpetuate its haplessly chapped periphery with the goodness of nourishing tar curry and handsome soot.

The chair inexorably creaked at the tiniest of weight straddling it; limping in gruesome disdain as if it would collapse any moment,
Why not reinforce its languidly decrepit body with screws and shiny nails, spray its exteriors and intricate interiors with that much needed coat of lubricant oil.

The computer miserably stuttered; fumbled; squandered and shut down almost immediately after starting it; unable to bear the weight of a battalion of programs and
files installed,
Why not install the most ingenious of anti virus available in the contemporary planet
today; and then witness it bouncing back to life with uninhibited gusto and impeccable charm.

The walls nervously trembled at the tiniest draught of wind; in bizarre circumspection of whether ever would they witness another fresh optimistic dawn,
Why not invincibly strengthen them with handsomely blended cement and mortar, so that they became a bountiful fortress of vitality against the most obnoxious of enemy attack.

The fragment of kite paper flagrantly fretted and fumed as the string attached to it; kept tearing it all the more; every now and again as it tried to gain altitude,
Why not agglutinate its torn ends with wondrously poignant glue, and then let it fly
unabashedly high as you tugged its thread; in misty blue currents of the royally enamoring sky.

The gaudily striped shirt resembled a shabbily attired gutter pipe; with holes of every possible dimension besmirching its innocuous silhouette like a dreadfully salacious
parasite,
Why not make the best use of needle and articulate white thread, stitch every gaping
incongruity to perfection and then wear the same cloth – now befitting to be worn
by an undefeated prince.

The mirror reflected back a distorted heap of remorsefully mangled junk, as its body
was shattered into incongruous recesses of nothingness with passing years of neglect
and street urchins hurling many a stray stone,
Why not replace it with a dazzling new glass of crystal contentment – so that it not only retained its own inimitable integrity but also displayed the candid truth infront of it.
The once upon a time King-sized and plush mahogany table now staggered towards
grotesque ruination – with a layer of incorrigible dust destructively maligning its surface; legs; bottom and sides,
Why not take gargantuan swathes of coarse cloth – profoundly dip the same into a tub of stringent detergent soap – and then use the same to vigorously clean; so that the table was used for royal dinner and meeting up dignitaries from all walks of life.

The quaint scooter broke many a sturdy shoe – as it simply denied to start even after
exerting Herculean pressure and persistence upon its scraggily dilapidated pedal
and engine,
Why not give it for routine servicing and repair – which’d ensure it exuberantly surged forward like a rocket – and spared many impoverished pockets the ignominy of buying new footwear.

The television remote lay sulking in a sultry corner of the household – having just been tagged as an ‘ idiot good for nothing’ – banged out of sight as it refrained from
changing the entertainment channels – which had become such an integral part of
today’s life,
Why not insert a pair of vibrantly fresh batteries into it – and then witness it become the darling of everyone – including the corporate honcho who kept it tucked tightly beside his pillow alongwith his mobile.

The pen vindictively tore almost a sheaf of brand new printer paper; without even
embossing a word – at the end finding itself into the dustbin – which would eventually be emptied into bits of asymmetrical nothingness,
Why not adorn it with a new nib and cap to prevent it from drying when it was needed the most – and then witness it pen down the most astoundingly brilliant lines of love poetry; for lovers and friends, alike.

The blackboard looked abominably dirty and a reproachful mess – with students of all classes and sizes instantaneously shunting it; resorting to the cooler and rejuvenating confines of the canteen instead,
Why not get the duster and some plain water – scrub it thoroughly from all sides – so
that it resembled a freshly laden track – awaiting to be tread.

The matchstick simply didn’t muster the guts to alight into a flame – as it found itself
abusively hurled into the soggiest corner of trashcan by its impatient master,
Why not compassionately pick it up – completely dry the corners of its matchbox whose wetness were preventing it from catching fire – and then watch it setting the frigid darkness ablaze with its charismatically fiery flame.

As if your doing all of this goodness – mattered even an insouciant trifle to all of these non-living objects such as the – ‘road’, ‘chair’, ‘computer’, ‘walls’, ‘kite-paper’, ‘shirt’, ‘mirror’, ‘table’, ‘scooter’, ‘television remote’, ‘pen’, ‘blackboard’, ‘matchstick’ – described above and several of such other non-living objects that strike your
imagination impromptu, as of now,

For these objects didn’t have the slightest of life – and though it’d be good if you found time to refurbish and resurrect them if they broke – it wouldn’t stir any emotion in them at all – since they were dead and would remain dead,

But what would truly make a difference and would bring about a revolution in mortal
existence – is your being good; kind; lovable, religiously tolerant, truthful and humanitarian in your natural capacity with those humans ‘Living’ around you – to bond in the religion of humanity.

True satisfaction lies in feeding the devastatingly deprived; not in ruthlessly snatching the last morsel of food from their pathetically starved stomachs; just to tantalize your spuriously non-existent buds of baseless taste,

True satisfaction lies in educating the ludicrously illiterate; not in barbarically extricating their last iota of discerning consciousness; just to meaninglessly tingle the soles of your; sordidly treacherous feet,

True satisfaction lies in uplifting the disastrously maimed to the ultimate destination of their choice; not in savagely excoriating the mercurial conglomerate of flesh and bone on their staggering body; just to uselessly placate your skin; with
bombastic warmth,

True satisfaction lies in philanthropically assisting the blind to cross the rambunctious street; not in invidiously climbing over their hapless shoulders; just in order to meet your boss on the other side; before your manipulative colleague could,

True satisfaction lies in becoming the profuse source of sound for the unfathomably deaf; not in ecstatically occupying their horrifically debilitated eardrum; just in order to profoundly mystify your commercial senses; with the carpet of darkness inside,

True satisfaction lies in speaking vociferously for the horrendously dumb; not in insidiously maneuvering their innocence towards the diabolical gallows; just in order to save your murderously stinking life,

True satisfaction lies in rescuing the innocuously orphaned infant drowning uncontrollably in the satanic waters; not in using his impeccable countenance as a lifeboat; just in order to reach invincibly to the other side of the; gloriously shimmering shores,

True satisfaction lies in placating the dreadfully dreary senses of a fatigued traveler; not in perennially resting and parasitically feasting on his wavering shadow; just to pacify the already supremely satisfied elements in his blood,

True satisfaction lies in sowing seeds of invincible peace in resplendent soil; not in mercilessly massacring fathomless forests of beauty with swords of heinous corruption; just in order to embellish your pompous castles; with biscuits of
extra silver,

True satisfaction lies in; marvelously becoming the voice of the tyrannically molested; not in ominously snatching every word before it even crept up their nimble throat; just to be thunderously heard; by all powerhouses and kingdoms in the world; alike,
True satisfaction lies in; benevolently embracing all those old and despondently struggling; not in satanically plucking out the tender hair from their witheringly fragile bodies; just in order to fill in the bald portions of your; inconspicuously frigid wig,

True satisfaction lies in; enveloping all those uncouthly trembling in bizarre cold in blankets of eternally mesmerizing humanity; not in parasitically sucking even the most infinitesimal droplet of poignant blood from their body; just in order to fill in your empty glasses of solitude,

True satisfaction lies in; disseminating unprecedented happiness in all those despicable hutments besieged with inexplicable gloom; not in extinguishing the slim
flames of hope in their interiors; just in order to illuminate your disgustingly sleazy world; of ghastly lechery and crime,

True satisfaction lies in; uninhibitedly freeing all those savagely incarcerated in chains of treachery; not in tumultuously inflicting all your frustration of the day upon their miserably diminutive caricatures; just in order to spuriously relax the surplus tension;
in your overwhelming agitated nerves and bones,

True satisfaction lies in; incessantly endeavoring to coalesce all discriminating religions into the immortally impregnable religion of humanity; not in perpetuating malicious feuds in civilizations melanged with symbiotic solidarity; just to snobbishly appease your taste buds; at the sight of viciously raining blood,

True satisfaction lies in; indefatigably marching on the invincible pathways of benign unity; not in maliciously shattering the fortress of mankind; just to impart that baseless bit of extra reinvigoration; to your foundations of non-existent prejudice,

True satisfaction lies in; astoundingly proliferating newness to synergistically continue God’s chapter of priceless existence; not in venomously annihilating the innocuously divine; just in order to pugnaciously survive; for a countless more lifetimes,

True satisfaction lies in; benevolently sacrificing every iota of rhapsodic breath to nourish unequivocally spell binding goodness; not in sinfully burying a robustly sparkling organism infinite kilometers beneath drab soil; just in order to stand
with laughably meticulous precision; upon your own dwindling feet,

And true satisfaction lies in; perpetually bonding broken hearts all across the fabulously fathomless Universe; not in malevolently stealing passionately palpitating beats with gay abandon; just in order to keep your body; pathetically and
forever alive.