Monthly Archives: April 2016

There was something in that voice; which made me exotically wander through the aisles of untamed fantasy; and unendingly tantalizing seduction,

There was something in that voice; which metamorphosed even the most inexplicably horrendous of my misery; into a blooming paradise of everlastingly
enchanting melody,

There was something in that voice; which enthralled me beyond the dormitories of comprehension; wholesomely freed me of all my murderously monotonous
apprehensions; and agonies of the uncouth planet outside,

There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly seduced me even after the heart of dolorously dreary midnight; rekindling every deadened pore of my flesh
to blend with the Almighty Divine,

There was something in that voice; which enshrouded every cranny of beleaguered soul with rhapsodic exuberance; an insatiable yearning to philanthropically bond with all my comrades; innocuous and living,

There was something in that voice; which irrefutably taught me the essence of unbiased love towards all my fellow compatriots either rich or despicably poor;
taught me that service to mankind was indeed true service to the divine,

There was something in that voice; which transformed me into an invincibly blazing fortress; unflinchingly confronting every impediment that dared come my way;
to forever radiate like spell binding Sunshine,

There was something in that voice; which handsomely extricated my manipulatively besieged conscience of all its abhorrent prejudice; bestowing upon me all mesmerizing happiness that profoundly perpetuated the atmosphere,

There was something in that voice; which ebulliently elevated me from my spells of deplorable depression; impregnated a river of unfathomable enchantment in
nervously circulating streams of my impoverished blood,

There was something in that voice; which made me feel like a majestic prince of all times; traversing through the lanes of grandiloquent desire; manifesting each of my benign dream into a perpetual reality,

There was something in that voice; which marvelously brought out my humanitarian spirit; made me benevolently commiserate with all my mates; dithering towards the horizons of a ghastly extinction,
There was something in that voice; which royally replenished my frigidly disastrous lips with astoundingly blissful smiles; profusely enlightened my survival with the Omniscient enlightenment to bond with all mankind,

There was something in that voice; which resolutely told me to always follow the unassailable voices of my heart; coalesce my spirit forever with; euphorically
evergreen humanity,

There was something in that voice; which perennially transpired me to transcend beyond the ultimate crescendo of magnificent artistry; never made me realize that I was dwindling all hope in vibrant life,

There was something in that voice; which made me disdainfully shun all bombastic cynosure; meditate till beyond realms of eternal eternity; in an incredulously aristocratic entrenchment of bountiful selflessness,

There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly triggered me to implore and eradicate all my devilishly hidden fallacies; philander in the ingratiatingly ravishing charisma of the majestic atmosphere,

There was something in that voice; which numbed all my trauma with its unconquerably Omnipotent aura; made me wonderfully believe in the laws of symbiotic existence; made me believe in my unlimited mountain of positive strengths,

There was something in that voice; which illuminated my perniciously withering existence with the fragrance of unshakable togetherness; made me feel as if Almighty Lord was always there to help me by my side,

There was something in that voice; which made me immortally love every graciously vivacious element of living kind; bow down in due adulation of the powers of
the Omnipresent Creator Divine,

And there was something in that voice; which gifted me a countless radiant breaths when infact I had asked for just one; and could humbly become the very reason
for my destitute mates; to be holistically alive.

Her visage might not be exquisitely embellished; encapsulated in rustically plaintive clothes from nimble foot; to insatiably sacrosanct forehead,

Her visage might not be ravishingly tantalizing; divinely meditating under the mystical oak tree; profusely blending every of its holistic element; with the spirit of the celestially divine,

Her visage might not be pompously flashy; bountifully coalescing with everlastingly exotic rudiments of nature; perennially entrenching itself with the winds of profoundly simplistic nostalgia,

Her visage might not be invincibly triumphant; inadvertently erring countless times in a single day; in her innocuously drifting stride,

Her visage might not be raunchily seductive; scintillating as unequivocally candidly as the flamboyantly sweltering Sun; filtering a path of unassailable righteousness; for infinite more births yet to come,

Her visage might not be overpoweringly dictatorial; retracting like a freshly nubile bride into the corridors of resplendent reticence; at even the most mercurial insinuation of ghastly badness or penalizing crime,

Her visage might not be aristocratically princely; harmoniously sequestering itself under an unfathomable blanket of green leaves; as its sole abode to lead
the uncouthly freezing night,

Her visage might not be astoundingly fragrant; onerously perspiring under the endlessly sweltering Sun; as she assiduously carved her way towards her daily livelihood,

Her visage might not be Omnisciently prognosticating; miserably dithering to perceive even an infinitesimal fraction of what was going to unfurl; an evanescent
step further,

Her visage might not be indefatigably twinkling; somberly enveloping its diminutive contours; in the fabric of unwittingly fallible humanity,

Her visage might not be tirelessly smiling; sporadically erupting into traumatically anguished cries; as the inevitability of sacrificing existence; took its insurmountably unbearable toll,

Her visage might not be ubiquitously magnanimous; insatiably confining herself to the realms of her parsimonious dwelling; stringently persevering every bit of her stingily hard-earned possessions,

Her visage might not be unrelentingly poignant; pragmatically bonding with the vagaries of this conventionally turgid society; in order to survive in holistic unison and symbiosis with the enchanting atmosphere,

Her visage might not be boundlessly unconquerable; humanely collapsing to the acrimoniously treacherous pressures of existence; at times feeling stressed beyond the threshold of inexplicably debilitating frustration,

Her visage might not be incomprehensibly magnetic; hardly being noticed a parsimonious trifle; even as she trespassed through the most
lackadaisically nonchalant of crowds,

Her visage might not be aristocratically regale; bearing the shades of a normally unwitting commoner; even as cloudbursts of untamed fantasy; handsomely perpetuated her from every construable side,

Her visage might not be unsurpassably contemporary; irrefutably following the fathomlessly medieval and age old theories of existence; while the entire planet
voluptuously gyrated to the rhythm of the blaring discotheque; by her window side,

Her visage might not be made for today’s world; with even the most capriciously ephemeral mist of manipulation; remaining countless continents apart from
her; indomitably righteous stride,

And although not even a single tune of her visage coincided with the globe outside; not even a single entity acknowledged her the slightest for her little but hard-fought accomplishments in life; not even a single cloud noticed the innocent impressions which she had left on earth during the tenure of her lifetime,

There was something in her which I found in no other woman; caste or tribe; there was something in her which rendered every moment of my survival priceless;
there was something in her which heavenly blessed me even beyond my infinite lives; there was something in her which immortally became my love till even after my
journey to heaven; hell; my breath and time.

There was something in those insatiably poignant eyes of hers; which said that she tumultuously craved for my unrelenting stares,

There was something in those ardently passionate lips of hers; which said that she indefatigably longed for me to kiss her; till times beyond infinite infinity,

There was something in those ravishingly tantalizing hair of hers; which said that she fervently yearned for my everlasting caress; descending like a timeless angel in each of my wandering senses,

There was something in those seductively charismatic eyelashes of hers; which said that she unfathomably desired to be tickled by my groping fingers; triggering her entire countenance into fireballs of unrelenting delight,

There was something in those titillating shadows of hers; which said that she relentlessly desired to perennially coalesce with my romantic spirit; compassionately explore every cranny of my flesh; with the untamed tenacity of a freshly born child,

There was something in those marvelously piquant feet of hers; which said that she intransigently wanted me to indefatigably chase her till beyond the summits of
eternal eternity; irrefutably conquering every iota of her majestically magical aura,

There was something in those royal expressions of hers; which said that she incorrigibly aspired to unceasingly gyrate with me under resplendent rivers of
milky moonlight; sleep like an innocuously divine angel impregnably snuggling close to my chest; for centuries unprecedented,

There was something in those rhapsodic sounds of hers; which said that she unassailably longed for me to frenziedly feel each element of her jubilantly
ecstatic happiness; profoundly inviting me to bond with her; fathomlessly enamoring beauty,

There was something in those ingratiatingly titillating smiles of hers; which said that she invincibly wished for me to compassionately trace the outlines of her rosy lips; forever exist with her majestically Omnipotent aura; for countless more births yet to unfurl,

There was something in those princely cheeks of hers; which immutably cried for me to mischievously pinch them; nostalgically philander with her in meadows of
innocent childhood; for countless brilliant days and vibrantly ebullient nights,

There was something in those divinely ears of hers; which irrefutably sizzled for me to drift my melodiously captivating enigma into her heavenly nape; tingle even the most inconspicuous trace of her imagery; with the masculinity in my stride,

There was something in those exuberantly radiant teeth of hers; which incessantly burnt for me to profusely intertwine all my exhilaration and gloom with her fulminating soul; handsomely alike,

There was something in those enchantingly fabulous footsteps of hers; which said that she tirelessly waited for me to enter the door of her fervently trembling conscience; take complete and overwhelming control over each of her galloping thoughts,

There was something in those honeysuckle fingers of hers; which said that she insurmountably fantasized about interlocking her vivaciously intriguing destiny
with mine; perpetually transposing each rivulet of my crimson blood; with her, marvelously scented veins,

There was something in those magnificently tangy birthmarks of hers; which said that she thunderously perceived me in an astounding kaleidoscope of fascinating forms; ardently stared ghastly death in its deplorable face; to savor just a single delicious
whisper from my throat,

There was something in those fulminating goose-bumps of hers; which said that she uncontrollably wanted me to celestially hug her for all sides; make her the
unequivocal queen of my brain and body; alike,

There was something in those glorious paintings of hers; which said that she impregnably conceived me as the only messiah of her priceless life; intrepidly
surging ahead with me; to unitedly exist for a countless more lifetimes,

There was something in those Godly breaths of hers; which said that she perennially wanted me to feel the wafts of Omnipotent air diffusing from her nostrils; timelessly survive nestling against the congenially joyous warmth of her pristine chest,

And there was something in those passionate heartbeats of hers; which said that she wanted me to immortally love her; forever listen to the innocuous cadence of
her countenance; forever follow her and make her solely mine.

There was simply no need for a bicycle; an ostentatious car to maneuver me around,
Till the time I possessed a pair of strong feet; which robustly bore my weight; carried me to all places I desired.

There was simply no need for an angular binocular; an array of telescopic tubes circumventing my persona,
Till the time I had intricate pairs of glistening eyes; which placed me in stupendous ecstasy after sighting the twinkling stars.

There was simply no need for supersonic computer; a host of modern contrivances aligning my table,
Till the time I had fingers which could emboss beautiful calligraphy on bonded
paper; a brain of my own to use.

There was simply no need for a lifeboat to assist me choppy waters; a cavalcade of ships to ensure my safety,
Till the time muscle bulged from under my shirt; rubicund blood circulated through my veins.

There was simply no need for the mundane ceiling fan; suspended rigidly from the webbed ceiling,
Till the time my body could attune itself to the outside heat; audaciously confront droplets of poignant sweat trickling down my forehead.

There was simply no need for biscuits coated with lascivious honey; chicory
baskets replete with ravishing chocolate,
Till the time I could procure fresh fruits from nature; had an insatiable craving for fresh water in my bowels.

There was simply no need orators preparing and delivering my speech; with me
watching the scenario languishing beside the pool,
Till the time I had incarcerated in my mouth a fleshy tongue; which could swirl rampantly and eloquently speak.

There was simply no need for a mattress of swanky satin; strewn alongwith a
fleet of immaculate white pearls,
Till the time my bones were as solid as a rock; my skull was acclimatized to sleep on the plain stone floor.

There was simply no need for the bombastic shower; nimbly diffusing few droplets of water at a time,
Till the time there existed the country river; compounded with the exuberance in my soul to bathe in it.

And there was simply no need for me to worry; take a plethora of insurmountable tensions on my head,
Till the time there existed; my celestial mother; my loving beloved; and my
sacrosanct God.

There was nothing wrong even if I spoke a 1000 lies, if it brought a smile to the face of the impoverished child,

There was nothing wrong even if I clambered up the mountain slopes well past midnight, if my expedition ended with God waiting to sequester me in his arms,

There was nothing wrong even if I killed clusters of red ant, if my massacre saved the life of a sleeping angel,

There was nothing wrong even if I burnt books of revered literature, if the crackling fires generated thereby imparted warmth to the shivering patient,

There was nothing wrong even if I slapped the bustling youth, if my rebukes helped them cope better with the acrimonious society,

There was nothing wrong even if I furtively shirked crowds, if my evading them brought me at whisker lengths close to my beloved,

There was nothing wrong even if I failed miserably in the examination, if my flunking gave a chance to students more deserving,

There was nothing wrong even if I drove my car like a maniac on the streets, if my whirlwind speeding transported the unconscious soldier to the hospital,

There was nothing wrong even if I submerged my entire persona in disdainful grease, if it meant that the fish could swim in pure crystal water,

There was nothing wrong even if I dug the earth several feet with my axe, if my shoveling extricated the man brutally buried alive,

There was nothing wrong even if I acted like a clown, if my ludicrous gestures made the gloomy princess wholeheartedly laugh,

There was nothing wrong even if I refrained from sipping a single droplet of liquid, if my scorching myself gave new life to the withering deserts,

There was nothing wrong even if I reached office late everyday, if my not arriving on time gave me a chance to hear the sparrows chirp flirtatiously in the
morning,

There was nothing wrong even if I clad myself in a piece of tottered robe, if my being naked saved that extra bit of cotton for the farmer,

There was nothing wrong even if I gulped a barrel full of whisky instead of tea at dawn, if my mind fantasized about all the goodness, transited into a blissful slumber thereafter,
There was nothing wrong even if I traversed on a bed of savage thorns, if it meant that my mother could sleep like a queen on the golden couch,

There was nothing wrong even if I said a blunt no when I could have gone around in fishy routes, if my being straightforward patronized my honesty,

There was nothing wrong even if I washed my eyes in a pool of blood, if my bruises could ignite the hearts of all those selfish,

And there was nothing wrong even I had to die Infinite deaths, if each breath of mine gave birth to a million new, saw to it that life went on and so did you.

There was nothing like stink; in the dictionary of the rose; blossoming in the mesmerizing ambience of the valley,

There was nothing like cowardice in the dictionary of the lion; roaring its way thunderously through the dense outgrowths of the jungle,

There was nothing like adulteration in the dictionary of the gushing stream; cascading down the pristine slopes of the gorgeous mountain,

There was nothing like pessimism in the dictionary of the Sun; inundating every spot of earth with blistering rays and dazzling shine,

There was nothing like stain in the dictionary of the eraser; as it ruthlessly annihilated every blemish that it came across and caressed,

There was nothing like color in the dictionary of milk; as it oozed out impeccably white from the teats of the mother,

There was nothing like laziness in the dictionary of the clock; as it ticked diligently; without gasping the slightest for breath all round the clock,

There was nothing like dryness in the dictionary of the clouds; as they showered unrelentingly; flooding scorching mass of sand with heavenly water,

There was nothing like pandemonium in the dictionary of the valley; as it reverberated its echoes sonorous and clear; piercing every nook and cranny of the
atmosphere,

There was nothing like sleep in the dictionary of the owl; as it incorrigibly kept awake all night; without batting its eyelids the slightest,

There was nothing like straightness in the dictionary of a dog; as it inevitably kept curling its tail; as hard as you might try and compress it,

There was nothing like euphoria in the dictionary of a yawn; as it was a perennial indication of a person to blissfully close his eyes; snore and sleep,

There was nothing like freezing in the dictionary of the fire; which leapt in handsome flames to try and sizzle the cosmos,

There was nothing like weakness in the dictionary of the boxer; whose swollen fists; craved inexorably to drill a hole through the wall,
There was nothing like bragging in the heart of a humanitarian; whose sole purpose in life was to uplift the downtrodden society,

There was nothing like empathy in the tears of the corrupt politician; who simply cried to gain votes and sympathy of the masses,

There was nothing like manipulation in the dictionary of the mother; as every word she uttered was in the benefit of her child,

There was nothing like devil in the dictionary of the temple; where sacrosanct bells kept ringing the essence of existence till eternity,

There was nothing like death in the dictionary of God; as he was immortal; guiding the destiny of all from the skies,

And there was nothing like office in the dictionary of my mind; as I was overwhelmingly busy in composing poetry; engrossed in poetic fantasy and entirely
oblivious to the vagaries of this mercenary world.

There was nothing born on earth; whiter than frosty white cow milk,
There was nothing born on earth; saltier than the saline sea,
There was nothing born on earth; redder than the intensely emollient scarlet rose,
There was nothing born on earth; more green than the blades of grass protruding from fresh soil,
There was nothing born on earth; purer than crystal spray of water cascading down the mountain,
There was nothing born on earth; more pungent than piquant slices of red chili,
There was nothing born on earth; more transparent than the human eye,
There was nothing born on earth; more sensitive than the throbbing heart,
There was nothing born on earth; more rotten than raw pig manure,
There was nothing born on earth; more effusive than a flurry of tears dribbling down the cheek,
There was nothing born on earth; more tenacious than resplendently strong beams of the moon,
There was nothing born on earth; more reinvigorating than a glass of natural coconut water,
There was nothing born on earth; more supple than the skin of an innocuous infant,
There was nothing born on earth; more eloquent than the mesmerizing voice of the nightingale,
There was nothing born on earth; more sweeter than succulent sticks of farm sugarcane,
There was nothing born on earth; more handsome than the majestically swirling electric blue dolphin,
There was nothing born on earth; more provoking than a helpless cry,
There was nothing born on earth; more thorny than the king cactus extruding from silver desert mud,
There was nothing born on earth; more slippery than the glistering sand,
There was nothing born on earth; more vociferous than the growl of the panther,
There was nothing born on earth; more dominating than the inner voice of the conscience,
There was nothing born on earth; more benevolent than serving mankind,
There was nothing born on earth; more beautiful than a persons mother,
There was nothing born on earth; more powerful than the Creator,
And there was nothing born on earth; more invincible than true love.

There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the untamed exhilaration which every pore of my body experienced; while briskly philandering through the thunderous cloudbursts of exuberant breeze,

There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the profound wave of enlightenment that I felt on my skin; every day at the very first light of miraculously rejuvenating dawn,

There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the irrefutable truth in the voice of the little child; incoherently gazing towards my drearily sagging demeanor,

There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the astronomically resplendent enigma that I felt enveloped with; when I intrepidly trespassed
through the wilderness of the forests and the gloriously spell binding waterfalls,

There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the unrelenting festoon of fantasies that I dreamt all day and exotic night; the cloud of majestically sensuous titillation that bountifully enshrouded every ingredient of my blood,

There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the uninhibitedly compassionate fabric of humanity that profusely caressed me from all sides;
the spirit of symbiotically superb camaraderie that I felt in every aspect of my vibrant life,

There was no price on this earth that could ever substitute; those moments when I realized I was going to become a father; the triumphantly unending smiles on the faces of me and my wife; alike,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the poignantly pristine freshness of the ravishing oceans; which voraciously tickled me every night under the gregariously milky moon,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the fathomless sensitivity in the eyes of my beloved; the Omnipotent replenishment that I had felt on my lips; as she kissed me till the end of veritable time,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the unprecedented urge in my body to once again become an innocuously wandering child; regally frolic with the feathers of the vivid peacock; until the Sun bid the earth a final goodbye,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the unsurpassable excitement that I had indefatigably experienced; as the nubile seductress deluged the colors of her embellished artistry; in the famished whites of my lugubrious eye,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the unconquerable faith that I had in the paradise of righteousness; even as diabolically marauding hell wholesomely blended with inconspicuous granules of soil,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the invincible exultation engulfing my face; when I earned the first trace of quintessential livelihood with my very own hands,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the limitless euphoria that each element of my visage experienced; as I nosedived without a parachute from the absolute summit of the beautifully snow clad hills,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the insurmountable care showered upon me by my godly mother right since the first cry of my birth; and even as she underwent the most horrifically gory whippings from the conventionally inclement society,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the smile of perennial freshness on the face of my newly born daughter; her insatiably innocent actions to nibble everything that came her way,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the blissfully seductive scent of the mesmerizing rose that drifted into my torturously starved nostrils; the stupendous vivaciousness of the atmosphere; royally perpetuating me from all ends,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; those two words of encouragement from the haplessly withering dame; impregnating loads of Herculean courage in my dwindling persona; even as she was just about to leave the
planet forever and die,

There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the unbelievably supreme melody of the ingratiatingly voluptuous nightingale; the Omniscient sweetness that it instilled in my collapsing form; every time she unfurled her beak to sing and cry,

And there was no price on earth that could ever substitute; those instants when I fell in love at first sight; those unassailable passions in my body when we first united; those immortal bonds of love that we had formed for infinite more births yet to
unveil; which were still my whole and sole mantra to lead life.

There is no tree born on this earth which does not shed its leaves; remains inundated with complete foliage even in austere autumn and tumultuous storm,

There is no pond born on this earth which does not evaporate a trifle during blistering summer; swells towards the summit of the clouds even under fiery
rays of the Sun,

There is no road born on this earth which does not get sordid as vehicles pass by; regains its sparkling and virgin complexion even as truck loads of dust traverses in disdain,

There is no flower born on this earth which does not wither; blossoms perennially even in rampant massacre and thunderous rain,

There is no muscle born on this earth which does not dwindle; remains as bulging as the colossal mountain even as perilous and old age crept in,

There is no sound born on this earth which keeps on reverberating for decades on the trot; does not lower its decibel and intensity even an iota after emanating from the mouth,

There is no bird born on this earth which keeps on soaring incessantly in the air; without showing any signs of plummeting towards the ground; drifting off to blissful sleep,

There is no eye born on this earth which does not effusively cry; remains as stoical as white ice even in bizarre affliction and inexplicable distress,

There is no cheek born on this earth which does not blush; remains as morbid as the dead corpse even when voraciously tickled by the person whom it passionately loved,

There is no fist born on this earth which incessantly keeps punching to win mighty battles that came its way; remains as hard as obdurate stone even when viciously attacked by a battalion of bombs and acerbic sword,

There is no star born on this earth which keeps on shimmering even in dazzling daylight; tries to conquer even against the most blistering ray of the Sun,

There is no lip born on this earth which does not purse; remains as horrendous as sooty charcoal even when kissed blazingly by the person of its dreams,

There is no soil born on this earth which keeps on producing fathomless clusters of tantalizing fruit; doesn’t succumb like infinite others in its fraternity to the
onslaught of uncouth drought,

There is no mouth born on this earth which does not yawn; keeps locked as tight as the prison door as each day unveils itself into chilly night,

There is no dog born on this earth which does not wag its bushy tail; remains dumb and impassive even after sighting its master,

There is no mosquito born on this earth which does not sting; rests as harmoniously as the immaculate angel even when surrounded by bodies of robust flesh and
rubicund demeanor,

There is no pen born on this earth which keeps on indefatigably writing; embosses volumes after volumes of books even after the last fraction of ink in its body is completely exhausted,

There is no mother born on this earth who does not care for her new born child; strangulates her baby; infact the very blood which she had painstakingly spawned,

And there is no man born on this earth who is absolutely perfect; achieving astronomical heights by the mere swish of his little finger; executing each aspect of life to envious perfection; and if indeed there is one such individual who actually had the power to metamorphose the entire Universe into enchanting paradise; then he wasn’t even the slightest resemblance of man; for he was infact OMNIPRESENT GOD.

There was no richness born ever greater; than uninhibitedly dispensing richness itself; to all those despicably besieged with whirlwinds of penurious gloom and
maudlin malice,

There was no miracle born ever greater; than Omnisciently disseminating miracles themselves; to all those disastrously orphaned and tyrannically lambasted with whiplashes of indiscriminately ominous despair,

There was no philanthopism born ever greater; than benevolently diffusing grandiloquent philanthropism itself; to even the most fathomless quarters of this
enchantingly colossal Universe; uniting with one and all synergistically; in the true spirit of eternal mankind,

There was no compassion born ever greater; than unrelentingly spreading gregarious compassion itself; to all those brutally bereft of the quintessential spirit to live; those heartlessly dithering towards a gruesomely torturous extinction,

There was no happiness born ever greater; than ubiquitously sprinkling the flavor of happiness itself; to each dwelling horrendously submerged with despondently murderous doom; profoundly enlightening the bizarre darkness with optimistic rays of desire,

There was no mysticism born ever greater; than ravishingly wafting the majestic aroma of mysticism itself; to all those obsoletely infirm entities; ludicrously entangled in the miserable web of manipulatively monotonous and sinister prejudice,

There was no enthusiasm born ever greater; than showering the melody of exuberant enthusiasm itself; to all those drearily divested; and lackadaisically stumbling like a pack of soggy matchsticks; even before alighting a single stride,

There was no patriotism born ever greater; than unitedly bequeathing the magnificent splendor of righteous patriotism itself; to all those dastardly countrymen; who sadistically sold their motherland just to augment the stuffing of gold in the foundation; of their spuriously bombastic abodes,

There was no charisma born ever greater; than resplendently distributing voluptuously enamoring charisma itself; to every lip horrifically enveloped with; pathetically dwindling sadness,

There was no strength born ever greater; than fearlessly impregnating formidable strength itself; embedding unflinching fortitude in all those torturously maim and devastatingly crippled; becoming the vibrant tornado of ebullience in each of
their bones,

There was no titillation born ever greater; than the triggering the seductive thunderbolt of divine titillation itself; incinerating cloudbursts of unrelenting yearning in all those organisms; encapsulated with murderously ghastly remorse,

There was no prayer born ever greater; than unequivocally preaching the prayer for togetherness itself; Omnipotently coalescing all caste; creed; color and religion; in the fabric of humanity; and alike,

There was no flamboyance born ever greater; than relentlessly disposing the stupendously passionate wave of flamboyance itself; to all those shattered hutment’s of depravation; all those nonchalant entities dying every instant in deserts of diffidence; all the time,

There was no charity born ever greater; than altruistically radiating the most regale rays of charity itself; to all those underprivileged orphaned and haplessly destitute; replenishing their tottered lives with the ointment of; unequivocal sharing,

There was no innocence born ever greater; than splendidly bestowing the Omnipresent virtue of innocence itself; to all those derogatorily heinous devils; ruthlessly bent upon beheading all princely goodness; from living kind,

There was no rhapsody born ever greater; than intractably endowing the unconquerable paradise of rhapsody itself; to all those unfortunately wandering
without their loved ones; lighting the flame of jubilation in their lives; once again,

There was no innovation born ever greater; than magnificently dispersing the spirit of innovation itself; to all those being unsparingly lambasted; by whirlpools of disdainful monotony and salacious greed,

There was no life born ever greater; than bountifully gifting the chapter of vivaciously unassailable life itself; to all those immaculate creations of Almighty Lord; painfully creeping in agonizing trauma; towards their gory corpse,

And there was no love born ever greater; than unendingly transmitting the immortal essence of love itself; to all those despairingly broken hearts; rekindling their bountiful treasury of beats once again; with the unsurpassably sweet fragrance of
kingly existence.