Monthly Archives: April 2016

Thirsty

The acrimoniously sweltering sands of the blistering desert; were perpetually thirsty for; unfathomably sparkling tumblers; of heavenly rain water,

The somberly drying stalks of obsoletely dilapidated grass; were intransigently thirsty for; a vivacious kaleidoscope; of resplendently twinkling dewdrops,

The sardonically corrugated and rotting walls of the disastrous graveyard; were insatiably thirsty for; an unsurpassably vibrant entrenchment; of perennially blossoming life,

The pathetically sullen stillness of the murderously quiet valley; was irrevocably thirsty for; an ebulliently mesmerizing cloud; of melodiously enchanting whistles,

The ludicrously scattered and orphaned nestles of the solitarily empty nest; were profusely thirsty for; an impeccable festoon; of compassionately innocuous eggs,

The diabolically worthless skeletons of bizarrely insipid bones; were relentlessly thirsty for; a veritably vital blanket; of crimson blood and boisterous life,

The preposterously gloomy and insidious dungeons; were profoundly thirsty for; an incomprehensibly endless sky; of celestially optimistic light,

The placidly derogatory surface of the lugubriously stagnant pond; was irretrievably thirsty for; an exuberantly enthusing splash; of ravishingly sparkling waves,

The mercilessly thrashed and hopelessly abraded palms; were ardently thirsty for; a marvelously royal globe; of inscrutably magnificent destiny lines,

The ominous periphery of the cloud camouflaged sky; was fervently thirsty for; a glitteringly crystalline garden; of opalescently beaming and amicable stars,

The miserably dusty attic horrendously besieged with sinister cobwebs; was indefatigably thirsty for; an aristocratically blooming civilization; of ubiquitously unending freshness,

The abominably fretting and horrifically stinking gutters; were tirelessly thirsty for; rhapsodically euphoric galleries; of ecstatically jubilant scent,

The languidly indolent and preposterously slow tortoise; were unimaginably thirsty for; tumultuously triumphant thunderbolts; of ebulliently galloping speed,

The desolately neglected and gruesomely corrugated roads; were intractably
greedy for; rambunctiously bustling pyrotechnics; of flamboyantly gallivanting traffic,

The tyrannically whipped contours of haplessly bruised flesh; were unfathomably thirsty for; compassionately silken waterfalls; of priceless empathy and love,

The miserably devastated corridors of the uncouthly bedraggled brain; were
unconquerably thirsty for; enthrallingly spell binding clouds; of tantalizingly serene fantasy,

The ruthlessly frozen avalanches of stringently condensed ice; were incorrigibly thirsty for; passionately overwhelming fireballs; of blazingly sparkling heat,

The gorily mutilated and savagely punctured lungs; were unstoppably thirsty for; an everlastingly evergreen garden; of exotically enamoring and evolving breath,

The salaciously corrupt and manipulatively treacherous corpses of lies; were
irrefutably thirsty for; a tenaciously unflinching and philanthropic; harbinger of truth,

And the dormitories of my despondently impoverished heart; were unsurpassably thirsty for; the invincibly divine mists; of brilliantly pacifying and immortal love.

Thirst

When i greedily gulped saline water from sea waves,
fresh centers of thirst got doubly stimulated,
wild freckles of red rash encompassed my lips,
tingling sensations vociferously tickled dreary zones of my mouth,
amalgamated mass of my intestine puked rich chicken bone,
which i had devoured in entirety a few hours ago.

when i licked blotted pools of soiled mud water,
sedately consumed large pints of contaminated liquid,
thoroughly washing tiny morsels of food in my mouth,
scraping rigid tints of yellow from the riveted cluster of teeth,
a host of infections blossomed in my body,
rendering me insipid, feeble, prone to dire consequences of complete extinction.

when i languidly sucked translucent water from coconut shell,
extracted the last drop of juice trapped within cocoons of snow white pulp,
making guttural noises as i relished the drink,
diluted streams of blood revitalized with volatile energy,
abandoning me with poignant traces of contentment,
entrenching me in blissful boundaries of felicity.

as i opened my mouth to gulp crystal white waters of the mountain spring,
spread eagled my palms to embrace the cascading froth,
i felt tumultuous gratification engulfing my persona,
this was the purest form of water i could ever perceive of consuming,
quenching my thirst for minutes immemorial,
scrupulously mending all webs torn by the essence of substitute water.

Thinking Of Tomorrow

I didn’t eat food today; as I wanted to wholesomely famish myself; to devour
the appetizing chunks of pudding; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sleep blissfully today; as I was overwhelmingly excited to run; Tomorrow,

I didn’t play mischievously today; as I wanted to reserve every iota of my energy to passionately leap; Tomorrow,

I didn’t drink water today; as I wanted to gulp gallons of voluptuous wine; Tomorrow,

I didn’t bathe today; as I wanted to drown my persona in flamboyant waves of the salty ocean; Tomorrow,

I didn’t see any object today; as I wanted to view the mesmerizing beauty of dawn; Tomorrow,

I didn’t move my legs today; as I wanted to dance unrelentingly all night; Tomorrow,
I didn’t revolve my fingers today; as I wanted to sketch intricate landscapes with their towering summits in the clouds; Tomorrow,

I didn’t study one bit today; as I wanted to read through volumes of mystical tales; Tomorrow,

I didn’t go out today; as I wanted to uninhibitedly explore through the wilderness; Tomorrow,

I didn’t see the time today; as I wanted to scrupulously count every unleashing minute tomorrow,

I didn’t smell the air today; as I wanted to inundate my nostrils with the enchanting perfume of lotus; Tomorrow,

I didn’t speak today; as I wanted to scream hysterically for hours on the trot; Tomorrow,

I didn’t reside in the house today; as I wanted to live the entire evening in the magnificent castle; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sweat today; as I wanted to bask under sizzling rays of the sun; let moisture dribble profusely from all pores of my body; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sneeze today; as I wanted to thunderously blow my nostrils; emptying them in entirety; Tomorrow,

I didn’t smile today; as I wanted to sway in sheer rhapsody and jubilation; tomorrow,
I didn’t cry today; as I wanted to pour out rivers of heart breaking emotion; Tomorrow,

And I didn’t love today; fervently anticipating to be incarcerated in the
immortal embrace of my dream girl; thinking of tomorrow.

Think Of The Almighty Creator

When you were exploring the mountains; think of the snow clad slopes; the colossal heights and exhilaration yet to be achieved,

When you were exploring the ocean; think of the resplendent scores of fish swimming around with uninhibited glee; the vivacious charisma of the frothy waters which struck you in boisterous tandem every minute,

When you were exploring the sky; think of the satiny conglomerate of clouds circumventing your body; the infinite number of fairies and angels residing
blissfully in cosmotic space,

When you were exploring the forests; think of the astounding fraternity of beasts that you were about to encounter; the boundless numbers of mystical webs which the spider had spun at every wooded inlet,

When you were exploring the corn fields; think of the farmer who had assiduously planted these countless saplings; the sporty grasshopper which played hide and
seek between the weeds,

When you were exploring the dungeons; think of the perennial darkness that lingered around; the enigmatically hooded serpent that sat majestically perched on the gargantuan pile of glittering gold,

When you were exploring the swanky office; think of the spuriously smiling boss sitting camouflaged behind the revolving chair; the incomprehensible number of
files and computers functioning to optimum ability all round the clock,

When you were exploring the brain; think of the incredulously charged up cells; the unfathomably exhaustive reservoir of memory and imagination that enabled a lean and rickety bodied man; to rule the entire world,

When you were exploring the royal palace; think of the kings and queens who must have adorned the diamond studded throne on their day; the legendary legacy they
bequeathed to their siblings even centuries after their death,

When you were exploring the roads; think about the incessant vehicle smoke that arose; the countless battalions of cars, scooters; the innocent pedestrians that trespassed unceasingly at every hour of the day and with every trickle of the night,

When you were exploring the gutters; think about the indefatigable number of squalid cockroach; the fat and parasitic leech which furtively oozed out from all corners to feast on innocuous blood and flesh,
When you were exploring the dictionary; think of the unsurpassable number of words that you were going to browse through; the stupendously enamoring meaning
that each page conveyed to enlighten your dreary senses,

When you were exploring the temple; think of the sacrosanct idols which were embodied inside; the omnipotent aura which they generated as you sedately passed them by,

When you were exploring the century old Banyan tree; think of the host of palpable organisms who had made it their dwelling place; the enchantingly entwined roots that dangled freely to give bored people a hearty swing,

When you were exploring the magnificently alluring building; think of the synchronized configuration of handsome bricks which fortified it from the outside;
the labyrinth of rooms and space which incorporated its strong belly,

When you were exploring the caves replete with frozen ice-cream; think of the slender icicles that were suspended languidly from the ceiling; the enormous amounts of titillating snow that that besieged every iota of free space,

When you were exploring the pugnacious battlefield; think of the valiant soldiers which beheaded their scalps for the sake of their country; fought audaciously against all odds to ensure that their countrymen slept blissfully under the quilts,

When you were exploring the handsomely sparkling glass; think of all those individuals who must have admired their reflections in the same; staring with profound fervor at their mesmerizing images which inadvertently unveiled,

When you were exploring the ship; think of the rubicund complexioned captain; the spell binding way in which it dexterously weaved through the fathomless sea,

When you were exploring the hand; think of the intricate lines bifurcating the palm in several directions; the captivating mounts embossed pompously on the same parting stupendous meaning and significance to life,

When you were exploring the nest; think of the dainty kingfisher who inhabited it; the clusters of delectable eggs which would soon hatch into innocuous beaked fledglings; flooding the atmosphere with their incoherent chirps,

When you were exploring the album of photographs; think of the moments when they might have been snapped; the exhilaration and the profound ecstasy with which the teenagers must have danced and smiled; while being captured by the contemporary camera,

When you were exploring the embellished candle; think of the intoxicating illumination it provides at night; the slim ray of magnificent crimson that adds a
smile to every life,

When you were exploring the lions den; think of the kingly beast that had irrefutably occupied it since times immemorial; the princely striped animal that paraded through the wild jungle; with every other insect worshipping its feet,

When you were exploring the medieval attic; think of the incorrigibly dusty pile of books stashed in realms of despondency; the charming utensils of pure bronze
which were once used for cooking vegetables in olden times,

When you were exploring the government; think of all the ministers who manipulated decisions at electric speeds; meticulously ruled the country with supreme efficacy and pride,

When you were exploring the barbers shop; think of the unending array of gleaming blades and reinvigorating perfume; the sensitively swishing voices as pairs of scissors fine trimmed barbaric roots of unruly hair,

When you were exploring the glamorous stage; think of all the actors and actresses who transgressed it in inimitable style; the astounding glitterati that engulfed their bodies as they wandered in front of the world in gay abandon,

When you were exploring the kitchen; think of all the recipes lingering in the tantalizing air; the lanky pile of piquant spices which superfluously beamed in
the refrigerator,

When you were exploring the tailors cubicle; think of the all the loosely stitched cloth sprawled around; the inconspicuous bits of fabric which evoked you to inevitably sneeze,

When you were exploring the garden; think of the armory of redolent roses that ubiquitously diffused their passionate aroma; the gawky blades of parrot green grass which tickled the body beyond unprecedented limits,

When you were exploring the lips; think of the voluptuous sensuality encompassing them; the insatiable urge they conjured to be ferociously kissed,

When you were exploring the tall chimney; think of the exhaustive plumes of black smoke that arose every second; the innocent soot deposited on the walls as the
air silently crept out,

When you were exploring the eye; think of the beautiful film of tears it produced every few seconds; the inexorable spell it cast upon when deeply stared into,

When you were exploring the leather belt; think of the uncannily slithering reptile with its fangs stretched apart; mercilessly massacred and astutely sheared for glorious skin,

When you were exploring the school; think of the impeccable children inhabiting its classrooms; the youth of tomorrow who would be solely instrumental in evolving the face of unveiling mankind,

When you were exploring the steep valley; think of the thunderous echo resonating against the rocks; the incessant singing of the flamingoes which descended down with vibrant ability and grace,

When you were exploring the bunch of corrugated keys; think of the maze of locks which they would decipher through; the invincible surfaces of iron that they opened with supremely nonchalant ease,

When you were exploring the hordes of sheep; think of the robust pieces of fur that they had the prowess to yield; the compassionate warmth which the wool would generate in time of horrendously freezing winter,

When you were exploring the marshy swamps; think of the ominously menacing alligator; the fleet of olive green crocodiles languishing on the banks as the mid
day Sun reached the pinnacle of its fury,

When you were exploring the song; think of the myriad of tunes which composed it; the heavenly cadence in its beats which conjured you into deep sleep,

When you were exploring the foamy bath; think of the fabulous bodies which splashed in it; the rejuvenating essence it imparted to the bleary senses to live
throughout the day,

When you were exploring the paintings; think of the artist who had sculptured them; flooding the barren sheet of canvas with vivacious strokes of vibrantly rich color,

When you were exploring the heart; think of the person for whom it turbulently throbbed; the sole entity for whom it had dedicated its life to exist for,

And when you were exploring life; think of the person who had instilled blood in your veins; breath in your nose; the tenacity to survive in your arms; the power
to unflinchingly move in your feet; the ability to discerningly sight in your crystalline eyes; the person who had bestowed upon you the ability to eloquently sing and speak; the person who was exactly responsible for what you were today; think of the
Almighty Creator.

They Were Still Alive – Tribute To America, Part 3

The bellows of smoke that rose in the air; still had poignant traces of their breath,

The splinters of glass shattered all around; still had profound stains of their blood,

The gargantuan slabs of concrete lying in disarray; still had brutally pulverized fragments of their valiant bones,

The incoherently shaped mirrors poking out from the rubble; still had their terrorized reflections,

The sordid bits of paper blended with stone; still had embodiments of their last minute declarations,

The disastrously squelched telephone pieces; still had shrill recordings of their horrified and ghastly screams,

The unconsumed cakes of food adhering to the severely distorted lifts; still had vivacious traces of their saliva,

The strands of metallic junk diffusing from the broken car seats; still had the blurred photo of their beloved,

The ripped apart fragments of curtain cloth wound limply around the gleaming iron nails; still contained curled masses of their blood soaked hair,

The disdainfully beaten pieces of plaster engulfed in clouds of dust; were still impregnated with scores of their shimmering teeth,

The mud sprinkled for kilometers on the stretch; was still moist with their river of agonized tears; which must have profusely oozed out from their cheeks,

The mammoth sized pillars which once held the building one piece from beneath; were still flooded with bonquet’s of bruised flowers which they had been just
rewarded for their achievements,

The eagle which incessantly encircled the appalling sight; still had their expensive chains of silver in its beak,

The thoroughly dismantled upholstery buried several feet under the debris; still contained compassionate traces of their warmth,

The computer screens split apart into infinite halves; still displayed nostalgic images of their eyes,

The majestic wall paintings battered and bashed from all sides; still had animated marks of their caress,

The revolving chairs now an inconspicuous shadow of themselves; still had a fine conglomerate of chocolate powder; which they must be merrily munching a few
seconds before,

The colossal chimneys which were now reduced to matchsticks; still had their countless dreams rampantly lingering around,

And who says they were dead? , for if not anybody; but it is my firm belief that they were living; as no matter how unprecedented was the tragedy; no matter how horrific their destiny had been; their hearts were palpitating louder than outside world several feet below the rubble; with each beat louder than the other and proclaiming that THEY WERE STILL BREATHING AND ALIVE.

They Didn’t Spare Me Even After My Death

When I was just born; witnessing the first rays of brilliant dawn,
swinging innocuously in my rustic cradle; with intricate bells jingling over
my forehead,
they asked me whether I wanted honey or frosty milk.

When I grew a little older; crawling onerously on my spongy pair of feet,
crying effusively; emitting volatile tears from my cheek,
They asked me whether; I wanted a toy; embracing and hoisting me high in
their arms.

When I started going to school; voraciously pedaling my dilapidated bicycle,
Chewing my crimson colored lips; which superbly blended with my babyish
white tinge,
They asked me insistently; about the marks I had secured in my arithmetic paper.

When I scrupulously passed high school; passing with exorbitant marks in a
plethora of subjects,
The surreal days of childhood; now an evanescent memory of the past,
They asked me the arenas I was going to specialize; trying to decode my aptitude towards life.

When I transited to realms of youth; with impetuous blood circulating in slender veins,
Bulging muscles protruding from the flimsy fabric of my knitted shirt,
They asked me; the ways and indispensable means to perspire in the sun and earn.

When I procreated a battalion of progeny of my own,
Devoting infinite hours of the day; catering to their boisterous demands,
They asked me; whether the children were mine or did I adopt them.

When I acquired the form of an old man; with grizzly hair encompassing my scalp,
An ocean of bones drooping in my body; with gaping holes clearly visible as I blatantly opened my mouth,
They asked me; how much I had achieved in the tenure of my life,
Trying to test reserve levels of my prevailing endurance.

And eventually when I departed for my heavenly abode; succumbing to
perils of old age,
The amalgamate of supple flesh and bones in my body; reduced to sacrosanct ash,
They mercilessly asked the cause of my death; the amount of affluence I had accumulated and now safely stored.

Thermometer

When I placed it in my mouth; encircling my tongue all around it completely wetting its periphery,
The mercury inside rose meticulously to a holistic degree; perfectly indicating the exact temperature prevailing in my body.

When I placed it in boiling water; cooking neatly over dried logs of timberwood,
The mercury inside shot at alarming proportions; almost tearing through its fragile body; and as an aftermath wasn’t able to come down to its original position.

When I placed it amidst frozen cubes of white ice; making sure that it stood stringently upright,
The mercury inside couldn’t muster the slightest of tenacity to rise; it slept in its shell as if had died decades ago.

When I placed it in ploughed soil; abreast infinite numbers of freshly sown seeds,
The mercury inside nimbly rose a few millimeters; although it vehemently opposed for being subjected to maltreatment.

When I placed it in the baking oven; besides the scores of sizzling pancakes,
The mercury inside skyrocketed out of its shell; spread all over the pastry in intense indignation.

When I placed it in a silken web; with the gallant monster curiously inspecting the scintillating contraption,
The mercury inside was partially obscured from sight; it neither rose nor fell; although was a bit circumspect when the spider caressed it with its lips.

When It unwittingly slipped from my hands; colliding with a gentle thud on the obdurate ground,
The mercury inside pathetically leaked out of the instrument; and I feasted my eyes on its silver complexion blended with a captivating shine.

When I placed It in an alligators mouth; sandwiching it scrupulously between the monsters teeth,
The mercury inside seemed as if it simply wasn’t there; it had a died a fearful death even before I had opened the savage jaws of the beast.

When I placed under the palms of my beloved; letting her satiny hair cascade over its exteriors,
The mercury inside was as enthralled as I was; and it relished the prospect of rising to her perpetual warmth.

It was exquisitely sculptured; made of unbreakable glass; and had a handsome bulb of silver shining handsomely under the Sunlight,
And I made it a point of carrying it everywhere I went; had wholesomely given
the task of safeguarding my health; to my robust and crystalline thermometer.

There’s An Animal In Each One Of Us.

Be it in the form of the zillion ungainly abuses that blatantly drifted from our mouths; when we got provoked to the most unprecedented limits; for no ostensible reason
or rhyme,

Be it in the form of the zillion innocuous insects that we uncouthly trampled upon; in our relentless quest to reach the absolute apogees of indomitable superiority,

Be it in the form of a zillion morsels of food that we cannibalistically consumed; in order to just transiently placate the insatiable hunger of our brutally
emaciated stomachs,

Be it in the form of a zillion egregiously jinxed curses that we emanated; when the resplendently embellished festoons of luck; weren’t running the slightest our
destined way,

Be it in the form of a zillion slaps that we ruthlessly slashed to our subjugated subordinate mates; for not punctiliously cleaning our unceremoniously dwindling leftovers,

Be it in the form of a zillion nightmares of the mercilessly trumpeting devil; that inhabited virtually every sordidly lonely night; of our impoverished lifetime,

Be it in the form of a zillion droplets of blood that we merrily feasted upon; of which was composed our most tantalizingly succulent meal of robustly marinated chicken,

Be it in the form of a zillion goose-bumps of rapaciously unstoppable desire that crept up on our skins; as we witnessed the most poignantly alluring nakedness of the nubile opposite sex,

Be it in the form of a zillion fragments of sordidly devastating lies that we shrewdly uttered; just in order to save us from the unsparingly penalizing gallows of truth,

Be it in the form of a zillion guffaws of artificiality that we culminated into; just in order to be nefariously christened as a sanctimoniously spurious ingredient of
the chauvinistic high society,

Be it in the form of a zillion dastardly rapes that we fantasized about day and night; just in order to keep our nimbly peerless bodies in the most supremely invincible spirits,

Be it in the form of a zillion ghastily crucifying battles that we unrelentingly fought; erecting palaces of livid gold and silver; on the foundations of countless an innocent blood,

Be it in the form of a zillion elements of insidious adulteration that we’d unnervingly perpetuated into every quarter of this fathomless Universe; just so that our pockets always and inexhaustibly bulged with mindless prosperity,

Be it in the form of a zillion fiasco political revolutions that we tried to invent; which were just a manifestation of our crazily distorted imagery; and in the treachery of which millions suffered and inexplicably succumbed,

Be it in the form of a zillion consumptions of tawdry liquor and smoke; which we slurped at a speed faster than white light; and after which we sacrilegiously spat on every fraction of celestially venerated mother earth,

Be it in the form of a zillion molecules of whimsical deliriousness that we gave shape to; preposterously deluging every bit of the ecstatically vibrant atmosphere; with the unforgivable stench of the plundering diabolical,

Be it in the form of a zillion kicks that we gave to all those infirm; blind; maimed; poor; orphaned..etc; blasphemously using them as invisible pulleys to transport us to the destination of our sadistic choice,

Be it in the form of a zillion children that we gave birth to and then left to tirelessly beg on the obliviously dusty streets; just in order to appease the desire of our satanic flesh; in the first place,

Be it in the form of a zillion betrayals that we permeated and underwent in the tenure of our entire lifetime; miserably shattering the immortally compassionate hearts of innumerable organisms; pricelessly existing on this spell-bindingly rhapsodic planet,

O! yes; it could be in any infinite form; size; shape; color; intensity; but one thing’s irrefutably sure; certified; irrevocable and unstoppable; that there’s an unabashed animal in each one of us.

There Were Times

There were times when the breeze didn’t need air to flow; gush in torrential fervor towards the handsome sky,

There were times when the rose didn’t need fragrance to blossom; transit into the most unprecedented realms of voluptuous desire,

There were times when the tongue didn’t need words to speak; express its emotions as vociferously as a new born child,

There were times when the fish didn’t need water to swim; ebulliently bounce and gallivant in the full fervor of existence,

There were times when the lips didn’t need a smile to be happy; exult in the grandeur of the mesmerizing beauty; lingering on this Universe all around,

There were times when the eyes didn’t have to close to dream; fantasize beyond the boundaries of infinite infinity,

There were times when the church didn’t need bells to ring; poignantly express the irrefutably divinely consent of the Almighty lord,

There were times when evening didn’t need the Sun to set; metamorphose into overwhelmingly seductive and transient dusk; before the onset of perpetual night,

There were times when the birds didn’t need wings tofly; soar astronomically high in vivacious bits of fabulously blue sky,

There were times when the palms didn’t need lines to be destined; live the most incredulously wonderful existence that could ever be conceived on this earth,

There were times when the throat didn’t need sound to communicate; reach the individual boundless kilometers away in lightening fractions of seconds,

There were times when the body didn’t need muscle to fight; conquer the most invincible of heights with the stupendously majestic ease of a crown prince,

There were times when the storm didn’t need thunderbolts of white electricity; to incarcerate the soil in its mystically enigmatic swirl,

There were times when the matchstick didn’t need flames to burn; escalate the most unsurpassable limits of the cosmos; where no entity had ever tread,

There were times when the diamonds didn’t need stringent light to shine; glisten gorgeously to unleash infernos of insatiable passion,

There were times when the veins didn’t need blood to survive; trigger insurmountable compassion and an unequalled ardor to lead life,

There were times when the snow didn’t need heat to melt; evolve into a spring of profoundly enchanting froth; blessing countless with its heavenly charm,

There were times when the nostrils didn’t need air to live; exist beyond the boundaries of inevitably unfurling fate,

And there were times when the heart didn’t need a voice to proclaim; dedicate its passionately palpitating flurry of fervent beats to the person it loved; the person it wanted to incarcerate for fathomless more births to come.

There Were None

There were some on the trajectory of this fathomlessly enamoring Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of treacherous hatred; at some time or the other;
in the tenure of their inevitably truncated lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this inexhaustibly iridescent Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of abominably crippling discrimination; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably evanescent lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this endlessly divine Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of inexplicably penalizing illiteracy; at some time or
the other; in the tenure of their inevitably fugitive lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this indefatigably fructifying Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of parasitically insouciant possessiveness; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably extinguishing lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this limitlessly enthralling Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of disdainfully decrepit loneliness; at some time
or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably shortened lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this brilliantly optimistic Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of cadaverously shattering egotism; at some time
or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably transient lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this timelessly extemporizing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of sinfully paralyzing crime; at some time or
the other; in the tenure of their inevitably destitute lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this gigantically endowing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of atrociously pulverizing sadism; at some or the
other; in the tenure of their inevitably curtailed lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this eclectically vivacious Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of traumatically self-inflicted isolation; at
some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably evaporating lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this vividly Herculean Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of robotically sacrilegious corruption; at some
time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably shortened lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this bountifully burgeoning Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of ominously devastating war; at some time or the
other; in the tenure of their inevitably fading lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this timelessly victorious Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of diabolically victimizing greed; at some time
or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably restricted lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this interminably ameliorating Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of deliriously thwarting insomnia; at some time
or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably impoverished lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this gregariously embracing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of horrendously satanic vindication; at some or
the other; in the tenure of their inevitably deteriorating lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this beautifully virile Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of wantonly feckless inebriation; at some time or the
other; in the tenure of their inevitably corroding lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this unceasingly emollient Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of outrageously vehement cynicism; at some time
or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably extinguishing lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this unbelievably mesmerizing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of squalidly bawdy secrets; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably abrading lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this incredulously acquitting Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of devilishly deplorable lies; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably laconic lifetimes,

There were some on the trajectory of this fearlessly ever-pervading Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of hedonistically massacring betrayal; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably shriveling lifetime,

But there were none on the trajectory of this Omnisciently wonderful Universe; who didn’t uncontrollably burn in the fire of immortally consecrating love; at every single stage; at every single moment; at every single breath; at every single footstep; and at all times; in the tenure of their inevitably destined lifetime.