Monthly Archives: April 2016

When I transgressed through the soil of scorching desert; with the sun blazing
down my nape in full radiance,
The thing I feared the most was the insatiable desire for water; which kept
overpowering me when I knew there were no resources available.

When I was sleeping blissfully in the night; with mystical reveries besieging
my mind,
The thing I feared the most; was rambunctious noise jolting me wide awake from
my celestial siesta.

When I was chopping the trunk of corrugated tree; utilizing the full tenacity
of my wrists,
The thing I feared the most; was the blade of my axe acquiring incongruous
rust; emancipating its sharpness.

When I was swimming through placid waters of the river; with lavender coated
petals of lotus drifting past my nose,
The thing I feared the most; was turbulent waves pervading the still waters;
disrupting the synchrony of my swim.

When I was traveling up the monumental edifice in an elevator; sighting
spacious dwellings now as condensed matchboxes,
The thing I feared the most; was the intricate coil of lift brusquely
snapping; and the contraption hurling at full speeds towards the stony
ground.

When I was driving my car at swashbuckling speeds through picturesque slopes;
feasting my eyes on a backdrop of panoramic waterfalls,
The thing I feared the most; was the twin brakes failing and the automobile
wildly careening into the treacherous valley.

When I was nibbling rustic berries; plucking them in clusters from the
vivaciously swirling jungle tree,
The thing I feared the most; was the likelihood of the fruit being savagely
poisoned; having the ghastly potential of causing death.

When I embellished my persona with grandiloquent slabs of glittering gold;
wore jingling necklaces studded with an armory of scintillating diamonds,
The thing I feared the most; was the brutal onslaught of robbers viciously
tearing apart my wealth.

When I diligently working on the contemporary computer; with the fluorescent
light of the screen infiltrating my eyes,
The thing that I feared the most; was a host of obnoxious virus permeating the
software; assassinating all the files I had scrupulously stored.

When I was shivering incessantly in winter winds; the partition of my teeth
clattering inevitably,
The thing I feared the most; was the snow precipitating from the skies;
exacerbating my condition still further.

And when I was with my beloved; encompassed in the warmth of her arms; the
essence of her breath inundating me with unprecedented happiness,
The thing I feared the most; was the creator taking her far away from me; as I
knew there was no other power existing on earth; that could try and possibly
separate us.

The thing as frigid as a dead follicle of hair; was indiscreet hatred,

The thing as disdainful as the bathroom cockroach; was illicit smuggling,

The thing as pale as the dilapidated wall; was overwhelming prejudice,

The thing as resplendent as the pearly moon; was a gregarious smile on the
luscious lips,

The thing as morose as the broken branch of the tree; was tumultuous sorrow
blended with grief,

The thing as transparent as the crystal mountain stream; was unsolicited truth,

The thing as bankrupt as a bedraggled beggar; was pugnacious enmity,

The thing as innocuous as the hazel eyed monkey; was the cry of a small
child,

The thing as volatile as hot green chili; was immensely provoked anger,

The thing as sweet as freshly prepared nectar; was the voice of the benevolent
propagating humanity,

The thing as blotted as the abysmally dark waters of the gutter;
was indiscriminately brutal crime,

The thing as cold as frozen pulp of icecream; was blatant jealousy,

The thing as nostalgic as the oblivious past; was indefatigable fantasies of
the brain,

The thing as sizzling as ravishing brown crustacean coffee; was stupendous
exultation,

The thing as inflated as a gas balloon; was ostentatious pride,

The thing as appeasing as appetizing morsels of food; was philanthropic
friendship which fortified by the minute,

The thing as vociferous as a barking dog; was insatiable hunger which arose
sporadically in the stomach,

The thing as infinite as the boundaries of the emerald ocean; was ubiquitous humanity,

The thing as inevitably intoxicating as liquor; was unfathomable greed,

The thing as venomous as the sting of a scorpion; was racial discrimination,

The thing as preposterously huge as the impeccable dolphin; was
empathy towards fellow beings,

The thing as starved as scorched sands of the desert; was the ominously
diabolic devil,

And the thing as impeccable as white pearls impregnated in oyster shells; as
effusive as thunderous rain pelting down; was perpetual love.

They belonged to no religion. As they solely surrendered to the religion of the devil -which ruthlessly beheaded countless innocent; infirm and freshly born; in the name of sacred LORD ALMIGHTY,

They belonged to no color. As they solely pledged to the color of the devil — which wanted to invidiously incarcerate every effervescent shade of life; into the gallows of hopeless
and haplessly stymied Black,

They belonged to no territory. As they solely blended with the territory of the devil -which satanically wanted to snatch; maim; bombard and eventually merge every blissful corner of mother earth into its graveyards of inconsolable blood,

They belonged to no language. As they solely hissed the language of the devil – which inexhaustibly plundered; rebuked and abused the fabric of humanity and nicety; with the jinx of baseless sacrifice and the corpse,

They belonged to no mindset. As they solely clung to the mindset of the devil —which unthinkably yearned to build the most glittering castles of Gold on the foundations of innocuous bone; gory blood and life distorted to amorphous pulp,

They belonged to no atmosphere. As they solely salivated in the atmosphere of the devil – which tirelessly feasted all night and day on the stench of innocent blood -drinking; lavishing and languishing in it to lead life Kingsize,

They belonged to no roots. As they solely squandered in the roots of the devil – which executed the most terrorizing acts on all living kind-praying to the sight of fanatically splattered blood and shattered skull; to give them the power to survive,

They belonged to no category. As they solely rotted in the category of the devil -which wanted to rule the planet clamped in a spurious little incapacitated fist; assassinating every source of life with treacherously lame cowardice,

They belonged to no caste. As they solely clung to the caste of the devil — which forlornly stymied every vibrant form of emerging life; laughed at how easily humans disintegrated into boundless bits at the tiniest of dastardly provocation,

They belonged to no character. As they solely spoke the character of the devil —which believed the best integrity and the best survival was in rising above every conceivable soul on earth; if not by hook then by hideous crook,

They belonged to no government. As they solely stagnated in the government of the devil — which barbarously chopped off fingers, hands; feet; veins; limbs and throats of bountiful humans at the tiniest of error; and in order to assert sanctimonious superiority,

They belonged to no soil. As they solely sputtered in the soil of the devil-which constituted the granules of all hell; dungeons after dungeons of children who lay dead-just to affirm some hell of a non-existent sadistic strength,

They belonged to no Church; Temple; Monastery or Mosque. As they solely wept in the mortuary of the devil – inexhaustibly wanting to metamorphose the trajectory of this planet into insipid ash; the sinful veil of the bloodstained corpse,

They belonged to no definition. As they solely endorsed the definition of the devil — which was out on a rampage to plunder Mother earth and its children as much as it could; taking ultimate refuge within realms of the fetid carcass,

They belonged to no village. As they solely inhabited the village of the devil – where each abode was a unbearably shrieking tombstone; and the clothes that everyone wore were sequined with chopped tongues; limbs and unfinished desire,

They belonged to no forest. As they solely rummaged through the forest of the devil – where all that was seen and heard was bellows of ghoulish smoke and agonizing scream; where life was insidiously sacrificed at the altar to immortalize the self,

They belonged to no heart. As they solely slaved in the heart of the devil – which was nothing but a gorge of inexplicable sinking drudgery; and continued to meaninglessly exist without the
most insouciant of beats,

They belonged to no face. As they solely deteriorated in the face of the devil – which constituted of the most ridiculously non-existent vacuum; that thrived on the curses given by everyone of those that he’d tortured and kept doing so,

Hey! Wait a minute; they were children of the same God as you and me were allright. Because after all God owns the entire Universe and all its Life,

But they chose to follow the path of the devil against God’s wishes. They were infact what every single one of us in the world today hatefully addressed by the word ‘Terrorists’.

Even If you were an obdurate stone; with loads of callousness embedded
rigidly in your persona,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transformed you into
Molten wax rampantly dripping down; eventually blending with the earth.

Even if you were the dry desert; harboring a plethora of acrimonious
cactus and violently blistering winds,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; inundated you with
fresh water; imparting a perennial wetness to your sands.

Even if you were the satanic demon; with your armory of brutal teeth
scintillating wickedly under the moon,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; brought about a
dramatic metamorphosis in you; converting you into an immaculate angel.

Even if you were the incorrigible dictator; rebuking all in proximity
with your volley of expletives and commands,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; pacified you
overwhelmingly; exonerated the bitterness in your voice.

Even if you were deadly poison; causing instantaneous death on
consumption,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; completely annihilated
your venom; making you as sweet as golden nectar.

Even if you were pallid paint sticking languidly to the walls;
propagating waves of disparaging gloom in the ambience,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; impregnated you with
brilliantly vibrant color; made you profoundly smile.

Even if you were poignant green chili; thunderously shouting expending
supreme capacity of your lungs,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transmuted you into
innocuous sugar; irrefutably sweet in taste.

Even if you were the viciously lethal reptile; baring your fangs at me
with utter hostility,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; changed you into the
resplendent fish; gliding sedately through the swirling ocean.

Even if you were blazing volcano; torching all those who came even
centimeters near you; devouring innocent humans in your fiery belly like
inconspicuous insects,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transfigured you into
the melodious stream weaving its way enchantingly through meadows of soft
grass.

And even if you were the idol of horrendous hatred; ostracizing
humanity severely for its benevolent deeds,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; rekindled in you the
essence of sharing; the insatiable urge to caress and care.

For the blissfully fructifying trees; it was the astounding festoon of marvelously enchanting green leaves; which did the vividly mesmerizing and sprightly talking,

For the fathomlessly silken skies; it was the handsomely crimson puffs of
untamed clouds; which did the inscrutably reinvigorating and compassionate
talking,

For the vividly exuberant oceans; it was the spell bindingly tangy swirl of the frosty waves; which did the uninhibitedly boisterous and triumphant talking,

For the robustly harmonious body; it was the perpetually quintessential streams of scarlet blood; which did the timelessly humanitarian and victorious talking,

For the resplendently enamoring rose; it was the celestially unparalleled fragrance; which did the pricelessly unconquerable and wonderfully divine talking,

For the endlessly virile soil; it was the magically sprouting fruit; which did the unbelievably altruistic and bounteously symbiotic talking,

For the indomitably towering mountain; it was the inimitably fantastic epitome of unity; which did the unsurpassably amiable and intrepidly replenishing talking,

For the intricately nimble palms; it was the astoundingly mystical labyrinth
of destiny lines; which did the inexplicably rhapsodic and ebulliently stupefied talking,

For the limitlessly royal deserts; it were the enchanting undulations of sands; which did the boundlessly surreal and tantalizingly unceasing talking,

For the ingeniously inexhaustible brain; it was the unassailable reservoir of fantasy; which did the effulgently melodious and fearlessly sensuous talking,

For the pristinely sacrosanct cow; it was the impeccably insuperable cistern of milk; which did the righteously untainted and undefeatedly truthful talking,

For the emphatically dancing eye; it was incredulously heartwarming river of
affable moisture; which did the ardently coalescing and uninhibitedly blessed talking,

For the Omnipotently blistering Sun; it was the amazingly unfettered rays of
freedom; which did the brilliantly liberated and timelessly infallible talking,

For the articulately evolving Artist; it was the beautifully honest soul; which did the unfathomably majestic and pricelessly synergistic talking,
For the indefatigably patriotic Soldier; it was the virtue of perennially indomitable fearlessness; which did the victoriously jubilant and peerlessly liberated talking,

For the Omnisciently venerated Mother; it was the freshly born infant; which
did the tirelessly euphoric and everlastingly enchanting talking,

For the inebriated nubile Maiden; it was the torrential cloudburst of sensuousness; which did the seductively captivating and gloriously titillating talking,

For the chapter of unendingly proliferating life; it was unconquerably endowing breath; which did the spell bindingly gracious and philanthropically ameliorating talking,

And for the Omnipresently true love; it was the unabashedly Godly heartbeat;
which did the Immortally victorious and endlessly procreating talking.

The inflated swell of vehicular rubber,
Was with soft rectangular indentations,
Held captive in circular hollow of the tyre,
Traversed speedily along compact metallic roads,
Crushing dry leaves; trampling unkempt wild weeds,
Fixed and stuck to metallic plates,
With radiating spikes; midget spokes of corrugated steel,
Maneuvering sharply across a landscape of barren concrete,
With deft strokes to the driving wheel,
Firm slanted pressure to the compressible gas pedal,
And skillful articulate movement of the gear shit machinery,
The tyre treads raced through wet mud roads,
Leaving behind trails of woven patterns,
Resembling dead sticks of rotten sugarcane,
As a sudden whirring noise encapsulated the atmosphere,
Tons of dust blew; silencing the crux of exuberant activity,
Brakes wailed in cacophonic unison,
Tyre chunks bled against the mass of hardened mud,
Creating asymmetrical rings of disdainful dust,
The main culprit being;
A cluster of iron pins; in hot agony,
Strewn in randomly savage proportions,
Waiting to trap innocent prey of vehicular rubber,
Inserting themselves into the thickened rubber flesh,
Squeezing out macro plumage of air mass; exhausting it to the last drop,
Rendering the spongy sheath of charismatic rubber,
Into distorted piles of mangled junk.

The silence was solely hers; inscrutably lingering in her mesmerizing eyes,

The charisma was solely hers; uninhibitedly dribbling from each of her compassionately divine senses,

The vivaciousness was solely hers; as she bounced like a princess in the aisles of unprecedented yearning and tantalizing desire,

The enigma was solely hers; enshrouding each of her intriguingly voluptuous eyelashes; like golden rain pelting down from the skies,

But the chapter of eternal romance was ours; as we bonded our palms together; unflinchingly rising to each blissful occasion of life; with our souls perennially entwined.

The glory was solely hers; as she frolicked like a queen of unparalleled hearts through the seductively shimmering meadows of longing,

The charm was solely hers; embellishing each cranny of her stupendously majestic skin; with magnificently royal enthrallment,

The fragrance was solely hers; as she diffused the irrefutable scent of humanity; on each oligarchic step that she tread,

The intrigue was solely hers; as she blossomed into a gorgeously brilliant pearl of sunshine; even in the heart of the murderously treacherous night,

But the perpetually unconquerable understanding was ours; immortalizing the essence of everlastingly flaming existence.

The smile was solely hers; as she titillated every object in tangible and intangible vicinity; with the tinkling melody in her vibrantly harmonious throat,

The innovation was solely hers; as she evolved a fabulously fantastic web of mysterious clairvoyance; with the profuse bewilderment in the whites of her
impeccable eyes,

The beauty was solely hers; when she gyrated like an ultimate seductress under the marvelously innocuous moonlight; as the enamoring majesty of the night took
complete control,

The fire was solely hers; as the untamed passion in her tumultuously vibrant breath; instilled new life in the most stinkingly dead,

But the mountain of invincibly unshaken belonging was ours; as we trespassed intrepidly past; cataclysmically hideous storms and enlightenment; alike.

The honesty was solely hers; as she massacred even the most miserly trace of evil; with the emphatically candid solidarity in her delectable conscience,

The tranquillity was solely hers; as she pacified the most traumatically agonized of my nerves; with the Omnipotent melody in her integrally rhapsodic sound,

The grace was solely hers; as every contour of her heavenly visage; resonated with the immaculately perfect scent of life,

The empathy was solely hers; as she diffused an unsurpassably indefatigable ocean of compassion; embracing all those devastatingly deprived; in the religion of ubiquitous humanity,

But the immortal Sun of love was ours; as we bonded insatiably together for infinite more births to come; proliferating countless of our very own kind.

When a conglomerate of thunder clouds collided in the cosmos,
Infinite splinters of water pelted down in fury; gently bruising naked patches of my skin.

When multiple balls of bulky glass clashed with tumultuous fury,
Acerbic splinters of jagged mirror pierced with hostile fervor through my skin; prompting crimson blood to flow.

When I dexterously sliced colossal chunks of tree lumber with my serrated pickaxe,
Pulverized splinters of saw dust flew in unsymmetrical unison; inundating my eyeball with series of allergy.

When obdurate balls of round steel smashed tenaciously with each other,
Minuscule splinters of metal settled haphazardly on my scalp; with obstreperous cacophony tickling my eardrum.

When I pricked the gargantuan balloon with a rusted pin; tones of air blew out at overwhelming speeds,
Soft splinters of rubber descended down on my feet; and I slipped while walking inadvertently on the same.

When menacing masses of ice tumbled down the mountain; they formed a monstrous
avalanche,
Which diffused into incommensurate splinters after striking the ground; stabbing my flesh like a quiver full of arrows.

When I shook a barrel full of fermented cream vigorously in the air,
Decayed splinters of milk splashed disdainfully across my face; with a stench of rotten rat emanating; besieging all in proximity.

When I placed a mammoth elephant tusk in amicable contact with circulating
blades of the ceiling fan,
Bountiful splinters of powder blended with small bone infiltrated into my nostril; making me vociferously sneeze.

When I entered the unscrupulous ambience of the darkened cloth factory,
Irascible splinters of cotton fiber camouflaged my cheek; instigating me to voraciously scratch.

And eventually when the immaculate crystal of her splendor; burst with a bang
over my forehead,
A myriad of victimized arenas in my silhouette; relinquished pain instantly,
Wounded avenues of my heart and soul perpetually healed; after being injected with splinters of her unprejudiced love.

I wanted the speed of life to be like swashbuckling blades of the ceiling fan,
When I was bustling with euphoric fervor; in the prime of youth.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the withered leaves of autumn,
When I was imprisoned in desolation; with traces of the world far away from my
silhouette.

I wanted the speed of life to be like slowly dribbling honey,
When I felt secret avenues of energy fading; and my feet felt drearily exhausted.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the mesmerizing and eloquent cuckoo,
When I brusquely got up from sleep; at the outbreak of evanescent dawn.

I wanted the speed of life to be like slithering reptiles traversing through bushy outgrowths of the jungle,
When I was intensely engrossed in artistry and captivating romance.

I wanted the speed of life to be like hostile blood leaking in fury; from fresh wounds,
When I felt my persona submerged in pools of belligerence; my fists clenched and clusters of my teeth grimaced like a formidable fortress.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the transparently reflecting mirror,
When I felt circumspect to confront loads of tumultuous sorrow.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the garrulous tongue,
When I felt like incessantly chattering; disrupting the synchrony of stillness with my voice.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the turbulently flowing Ganges,
When I contemplated on dipping my demeanor into Luke warm water; and having a
bath.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the plummeting showers of torrential rain,
When I set out to conquer the world barefoot; basking in the spirit of adventure.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the majestically gliding eagle in the sky,
When I envisaged about the harmony of thought; the blissful symmetry of existence.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the shrill ringing of the telephone,
When I nostalgically reminisced the conversations I had with my beloved on telephone.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the painstakingly trespassing desert camel,
When I was on the threshold of succumbing life; and I had relinquished the tenacity of youth.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the brilliantly burning bulb,
When I was on the course of reaching stupendous echelons of invincible stardom.

And I wanted all speeds of life to be transferred to my fellow beings in acute distress,
The moment I left for my heavenly abode; to rest perennially in celestial arms of the Creator.

As much as it overwhelmingly separates,
It bonds you immortally beyond the most passionate realms of your enchanting imagination.

As much as it rises like a fulminating volcano; infinite kilometers above the clouds,
It uninhibitedly embraces even the most impoverished of entity; enlightening the gloomy corridors of desperation with its glorious festoon of optimistic rays.

As much as it pacifies like white ice; to the most ultimate of the hearts content,
It ignites untamed infernos of turbulent desire; metamorphosing pathetically dwindling souls; into entities with an infinite lives.

As much as it absorbs the overwhelmingly poignant emotion lingering in the atmosphere,
It disseminates the spirit of friendship; indefatigably all across the surface of this
fathomless planet.

As much as it strikes inexplicably like torrential downpours of vivacious lava,
It promises you a life more blissful than the divine; fortifying its foundations of benevolent humanity astoundingly by the unveiling minute.

As much as it makes room for every conceivable fantasy to circulate intriguingly in the mind,
It harnesses your every goal into a perpetual reality; catapulting you to the most astronomical summit of scintillating success.

As much as it perseveres unrelentingly all night and each instant of the uncouthly sweltering day,
It transits you into a land of stupendous care and empathy; a paradise where you experience the most enthralling ingredients of a complete life.

As much as it tantalizes the most pragmatic beyond the dormitories of sagacious control,
It makes you believe in every step you take; propelling you to intrepidly defend the unsurpassable battalion of obstacles that confronted you; insidiously in your way.

As much as it bequeaths upon you a tenacity of having wholesomely led countless lives,
It takes you back to the first cry of your infantile life; making you bounce rhapsodically in the sacrosanct lap of your mother.

And as much as it melts you in the enigmatic trail of profusely charismatic seduction,
It unites you with every tangible and intangible element on this gigantic earth; granting you the ultimate status of being addressed as a human; granting you the right to love; to being loved; and being possessed by it; the spearhead of love.