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The eternal compassion that radiated from her nubile persona was so overwhelmingly fantastic; that it made me wholesomely oblivious to even the most poignantly
lurking of my shadow,

The enchanting tunes that diffused from her spell binding throat were so unassailably aristocratic; that they made me stagger like piles of infinitesimally pulverized nothingness; in due obeisance of her profoundly sacrosanct grace,

The untamed voluptuousness that drifted from her bountifully effulgent hair was so majestically vivacious; that it made me feel like an inconspicuously fleeting reflection; infront of the fathomless cosmos and panoramically wonderful world outside,

The silken smiles that blossomed from her amiably charismatic lips were so philanthropically beautiful; that they made me feel an eternally blessed constituent of gregariously blooming humanity,

The oceans of unsurpassable empathy oozing from her emphatic eyes were so effusively ardent; that they metamorphosed even the most ethereal iota of my
misery; into a fountain of ebulliently unprecedented happiness,

The reverberations that emanated when she walked were so unflinchingly righteous; that they made me irrefutably salute the apostle of truth; for infinite more births of mine yet to unfurl,

The scent of unparalleled benevolence that disseminated from her soul was so fabulously eclectic; that it wholesomely swapped even the most capricious trace of malicious monotony from my life; forever and ever and ever,

The titillation that ingratiatingly wafted from her sensuous belly was so incredulously unbelievable; that it swiped me like a magical prince from my feet; to indefatigably float in the aisles of celestially rhapsodic paradise,

The unlimited spirit of ecstasy that bloomed from her golden perspiration was so regally astounding; that it made every element of my despicably dwindling
countenance triumphantly surge ahead towards the; entrenchment of unshakable glory,

The whirlpools of fantasy jubilantly liberating from her nerves were so profoundly sensitive; that they perpetuated an Omnipotent mountain of hope; into my
parsimonious hutments of treacherously morbid remorse,

The yawn encircling her marvelously pristine mouth was so harmoniously natural; that it entirely sacked even the most diminutive trace of ghastly manipulation from
my demeanor; miraculously transforming me into just the way when I was freshly born,

The cisterns of crimson blood circulating in her veins were so benign; that they Omnisciently granted a healing touch; to even the most disastrously sordid and horrendously mutilated wounds of mine,

The winds of flirtatious mischief gushing from her intricate skin were so vividly mesmerizing; that they transited me way back into realms of exhilarating adolescence; the times when even the most subtle mention of a woman; would transcend me to heavens beyond paradise,

The serendipitous mysticism unveiling from her artistic speech was so astonishingly magnetic; that it made me completely immune to even the worst of pain; smiling as an sleeping prince even as daggerheads of indescribable viciousness; stabbed me from all sides,

The fortress of boundless solidarity in her arms was so royally endowing; that it instilled in me the indefatigable tenacity; to unnervingly propel forward even as inevitable death replaced scintillating life,

The innocence in her timelessly fluttering eyelashes was so impeccably untainted; that it became my sole mantra to blissfully form perpetually passionate bonds with the Creator Divine,

The virgin boisterousness in her iridescent visage was so tirelessly fantastic; that it shrugged the asphyxiated ropes of tiredness forever away from my trembling body; bestowed upon me a perennially new lease to lead life,

The heavenly exultation in her breath was so victoriously vivid; that it annihilated the chapters of death forever from my rambunctiously croaking existence; aristocratically impregnated in me the ability to countlessly proliferate into handsome new life,

And the beats that popped out from her heart were so sacredly immortal; that they spawned caravans of uninhibited love on every step that I tread; symbolizing each instant of my life with a Samaritan purpose; symbolizing the thunderbolt of my life as a uniting harbinger of all mankind.

If you were going to slap her in the face while she was sleeping under the stars; slap me instead,

If you were going to brutally maim her when she tripped from the 90th floor of the building; maim me instead,

If you were going to make her blind as she inadvertently pierced the sewing needle into her eyes; blind me instead,

If you were going to starve her for food as she faltered to earn her livelihood in this uncouth society; starve me instead,

If you were going to make her unconscious as her neighbors poisoned the water she daintily gulped; make me unconscious instead,

If you were going to chop her fingers when the thieves marauding the house committed the heinous crime; chop my fingers instead,

If you were going to make her perpetually dumb as she attempted to sing; make me dumb instead,

If you were going to burn her to ashes when the miscreants on the street drenched her body with a tank inundated with kerosene; burn me instead,

If you were going to make her fall from the pinnacle of the gigantic mountain as she mercilessly slipped after reaching the top; make me fall instead,

If you were going to evoke unrelenting tears from her eyes as her close siblings perished in a car accident; make me cry instead,

If you were going to overwhelmingly embarrass her as she hid her face embedded with pimples amidst her friends; embarrass me instead,

If you were going to make her abdicate her memory as she unfortunately struck her head against a bed of obdurate stones after falling down; make me lose my memory instead,

If you were going to reduce her to infinite pieces of mincemeat after the lion savagely attacked her in the forests; slaughter me to a billion pieces instead,

If you were going to leave obnoxious elements loitering on the deserted roads to stare at her with lecherous desire; leave them on me instead,
If you were going to trap her between colossal chunks of concrete and rusted metal as her house came crashing down in the tumultuous earthquake; pulverize my house and trap me instead,

If you were going to drown her in the swirling and ferocious waves of the ocean after the whale overtoppled her boat; drown me to the bottom instead,

If you were going to give her inexplicable mental trauma each day making her stutter for words she once spoke with authority and pride; traumatize and madden me instead,

If you were going to make her lie in a pool of ghastly blood by the riverside as the pugnacious rays of the Sun wholesomely took upon their toll; make me ooze a
sea of blood instead,

And if you were going to snatch her away from the surface of this earth forever closing the chapter of her existence; snatch me instead; as if you didn’t do
so Almighty Lord; then you would be taking two lives at a time; as I would inevitably join her in heaven a few moments after; whether you wanted or didn’t want me too.

I used it to lambaste bald patches of fair skin,
it obliged readily executing brute power with austere amounts of sting.

I viciously strangulated slender necks twisting it,
it bit the skin tenaciously to cause abrupt death.

I suspended it in Luke warm waters of the monsoon lake,
it in turn hoisted a jugglery of golden fish for me to relish.

I stealthily caressed umpteenth pores of my tender flesh with it,
it tantalizingly tickled me to erupt into whirlpools of laughter.

I stuck it firmly to the bare wall; with a backdrop of morbid jungle,
it strikingly resembled the slithering body of a silver snake.

I utilized it as a versatile pulley to evacuate me pails of water,
it did so with jocular smiles; also fetching me my drowned purse alongwith
crystal water.

I embedded it to the ceiling fan forming a tight noose,
got ready to fit in my stocky neck; and a few seconds after to relinquish breath.

I mercilessly burnt it in a heap to proliferate fire,
harmoniously heat substantially cold arenas of my body.

I tugged it dexterously with my palms; pulling my beloved towards me,
then enjoyed the effeminate warmth of her breath cascading down my nape.

It worked like a slave; meticulously performing all tasks to perfection,
although I must mention that my snake leather belt
looked far more enchanting while wound on my potbellied waist,
rather than when executing a plethora of mundane task.

When I burnt a cluster of succulent green leaves; torching the same with the
poignant matchstick,
There arose a faded green smoke in the air; causing my intricate eyes to profusely tear.

When I burnt solid crusts of white wax; holding it in the brilliant candle flame,
Infinite streams of hot liquid ran down my palms; diffusing into grey smoke; embossing them with blotches of burnt black.

When I burnt gigantic sheets of plastic with my cigarette lighter; there emanated clouds of achromatic smoke,
It look marathon hours to burn; producing the most unbearable stench I had ever smelt.

When I burnt mountains of brown mud; igniting the same with hot embers of coal; the colossal structure simply refrained to burn,
There arose dying wisps of smoke in the atmosphere; and the tumultuous heat produced made me flee and run.

When I burnt enormous bundles of white cotton; after submerging the same in
disdainful kerosene,
There were clouds of black smoke engulfing all in proximity; with occasional
flufs of distorted cloth entering my eye.

When I burnt lush green grass sprawled on the meadows; inducing sinister
current from a copper wire,
There arose frigid blue smoke; incarcerating the air; which repulsively tickled my nostril; making me puke out consumed food.

When I burnt live cables of electricity suspended on the streets; firing a volley of lead bullet,
There arose white smoke in the air blended with golden sparks; and I ran like a panther; for fear of being electrocuted.

When I burnt fetid sewage decaying in an oblivious heap; with blazing sticks of fire,
There arose crimson smoke in the air; and the odor was so obnoxious; that it
entered through my ears when I closed my nose.

When burnt a close compatriot of mine; placing his lifeless form over a bundle
of dry rosewood,
There arose a wheatish smoke in the air; I reminisced all his actions; and the nostalgia made me cry.

And eventually when I burnt myself; immolating my demeanor with pure gasoline,
The smoke that arose in the air was brilliant red; and the fragrance was the most emollient of all; as it contained profound traces of her heart; portraying the
essence of our love.

When the astute businessman smiled profoundly exposing his entire armory of teeth; it seemed deliberate and artificial,
I developed an instantaneous abhorrence for him; as he seemed to be having evil intentions lurking furtively in his mind.

When the power hungry politician on the stage smiled; embellished scrupulously in magnificent attire; it seemed as if he was putting in a marathon amount of effort,
He was forcing his lips wide trying to appease the boisterous crowd; when actually the interior realms of his mind wanted him to thunderously snore and sleep.

When the potbellied postman standing on the door smiled; it looked as if he was trying to conceal his intense infuriation,
The ulterior motive behind his congeniality was to extract a glass of cool water; munch at some sizzling refreshments; when he actually felt that he threw the bulky parcels on the ground and ran away.

When the stringent policeman smiled at the culprit; it seemed as if he was vehemently trying to suppress his intense indignation,
All he was doing was nimbly buckling under a threat to his family; when he knew he should be indiscriminately thrashing the criminal for his plethora of barbaric deeds.

When the waiter in the restaurant effeminately smiled; it blatantly appeared as if he was unwillingly pretending,
The bulging purses of his customers had made him adapt to unfair means; while in reality he fervently wished to splash a glass of water on their faces for rebuking and condemning him.

When the doctor in the operation theatre smiled; on first sight it seemed as if he was philanthropic and committed diligently to the impoverished society,
Although after a while I saw him guffawing loudly; while accepting a colossal sum of money for his benevolent deed.

When the drunkard man swaying rampantly on the street smiled; it appeared as if he was hiding a trail of forlorn misery,
There was an accentuated sea of anguish lingering in his inebriated eyes; and he stretched the corners of his cheek simply to pacify apprehensions regarding his health.

When the magician swirling on the stage smiled; it seemed as if it was an intentional attempt to allure the audience,
The conglomerate of his bones felt weary after performing for the entire day; and all he wanted was a cup of steaming coffee compounded with infinite hours of blissful silence.

When the omniscient creator smiled on this earth; there was no questioning the authenticity of his smile,
Although it encompassed scores of organisms; the tangible and ethereal; and I had only a minuscule fraction of his smile to preserve meticulously with me.

And when my beloved smiled staring deeply at me with her emphatic eyes; she put an abrupt end to all my quandaries regarding the world,
It was a smile, which impregnated in me a new spirit to live; a smile which was exclusively meant for me and mind you this time I wasn’t ready to share.

Don’t just consider them to be lifeless pieces of wood; soggy and extruding black beads of stingy coal,

Don’t just consider them to be a minuscule strand of orphaned stick; lying obsolete on the streets awaiting ardently to be kicked,

Don’t just consider them to be a neglected trash lying dilapidated in the dustbin; rotting in morbidly insipid gloom,

Don’t just consider them to be a soiled wire coalesced in an obnoxious heap with the squalid soil; being trampled infinite times in a single day,

Don’t just consider them to be an incoherent needle; a chunk of worthless shit strewn rampantly amongst the proliferating wilderness,

Don’t just consider them to be a dreary speck; emanating an incredulously ghoulish odor in the placid atmosphere,

Don’t just consider them to be brutally squelched left overs of furniture; wailing miserably under the uncannily shimmering beams of moon,

Don’t just consider them to be worthless beads of profusely broken thorns; burying infinite feet beneath the earth at the slightest of shoving,

Don’t just consider them to be globs of savagely pulverized saw dust; having absolutely no complete entity of their own,

Don’t just consider them to be coating of a dolorously decaying bone; disdainfully polluting the entire area which they infinitesimally inhabited,

Don’t just consider them to be diminutive ants with a black ghastly head; staring indefatigably at each other in nervous exhilaration,

Don’t just consider them to be an insipid follicle of hair; shattering into boundless fragments of dirt the instant one inadvertently caressed them,

Don’t just consider them to be a lifeless skin of vegetable; waiting in overwhelming anticipation to be dumped into the farthest corner of the city gutter,

Don’t just consider them to be shivering crusts of stale bread; blowing away to fathomless kilometers of distance with the tiniest draught of exuberant wind,

Don’t just consider them to be a minuscule thread smaller than the key hole; possessing a life of less than even a whole minute,

Don’t just consider them to be a favorite meal for the woodpecker; devouring their entire countenance in a singly gulp of its mighty beak,

Don’t just consider them to be a horrendously distorted wire with no electricity; hiding themselves way beneath the mud as the sun came out sweltering from the blazing sky,

And don’t just consider them to be without a meaning or value in this colossal world; selling at the most threadbare rates in the contemporary market,

For all they needed was just a tiny bellow of air; an incomprehensibly frigid rubbing against abraded stone; and then my small box of matchsticks, had the prowess to char blissful territories into veritable graveyards; laugh to their hearts content; as the so called planet which had once ridiculed them; was now nothing but a ball
of diabolically rising flames.

We might be poor; but our hearts are undoubtedly richer than the rest,

We might be squalidly attired; but the blood flowing through our veins is purer than the most crystalline of stream,

We might be wandering on foot; but our speed is more than the swankiest of cars,

We might brush our teeth with raw bamboo sticks; but our jaws can easily squelch the toughest of steel,

We might smell of perspiration under the sun; but our bodies are endowed with a heavenly odor,

We might sleep under the open sky; but generate more warmth than
the contemporary room heater,

We might not posses grandiloquent pens; but can evolve mystical designs with our bohemian fingers,

We might eat with spoons and forks; but enjoy each edible meal to our hearts content,

We might not bathe under mineral water; but relish our swim in the exotic rivers,

We might not possess sunglasses of exquisite quality tint; but have the tenacity to stare the sun right in its eyes,

We might not have luxurious school bags to stash our books; but cherish the privilege of carrying them in our hands,

We might not speak in bombastic slang; but have the power to perceive beyond the great sea’s,

We might not have a flurry of servants to wipe our tears; but have enormous fortitude to hold them back,

We might never have flown in an aircraft; but have soared higher than anybody else in the clouds; in our dreams,

We might not be able to apply jam on our breads; but are happy to eat it with the soil of our motherland coated on its surface,

We might not resemble a Hollywood star; but the radiance we emanate is more stringent than the day,

We might not have millions of dollars incarcerated in the bank; but have indeed the blessing of God; the love of our mother to resurrect our broken lives,

We might not use perfumed shampoo; but still our hair shine marvelously under the moon,

We might not have golden roads to traverse on all day; but still come out resurgent; alive from the blazing fires,

We might be adorned in shabby rags; but our barren skin doesn’t mind being penetrated by the most acerbic of thorns,

We might have pangs of hunger reverberating in our stomach; but are capable of facing the entire army single handed,

And people might christen us as slum children glaring us each minute with contemptuous stares; but we consider our huts as the most colossal of palace;
with each granule of mud impregnated in its walls giving us a scent of our perseverance; the essence of our motherland

Even though I ran boundless kilometers on the trot; with the Sun flaming full throttle on the nimble pores of my visage,
Sleep still incorrigibly defied my eyes; even as my legs as heavy as the overwhelmingly gargantuan mountain range; inundated with acrid thorns.

Even though I indefatigably read all throughout the heart of the sultry night; with the whites of my eyes metamorphosing to an ominously venomous red,
Sleep still immutably eluded my bleary countenance; even as each ingredient of my blood crawled towards the tenterhooks of inevitable extinction.

Even though I ate the most appetizing meals on this colossal Universe; appeasing the gluttony of my visage to the most unprecedented limits,
Sleep still insidiously betrayed my soul; even as each pore of my flesh badly wailed to perennially rest.

Even though I ploughed infinite distance on the roll; like an avalanche of ice; pathetically melting under the choking fireball of Sun,
Sleep still treacherously dawdled from my conscience; even as the impoverished caricature of my skull; pledged to devastatingly disentangle itself from my sagging shoulders.

Even though I bulldozed my way through the disdainfully mighty battle; eloping countless lands barefoot; saving my skin from the lecherous traitors,
Sleep still drifted unfathomable miles from my drearily dwindling bones; even as the most intricate dormitories of my brain; lambasted like a billion snakes every unleashing minute.

Even though I hoisted a battalion of unsurpassable bricks over my shoulders; indefatigably cutting across the deplorable dungeon of gloom lingering ahead,
Sleep still miserably obfuscated my drowning persona; even as I died an incomprehensible number of deaths in my body inside.

Even though I swam intransigently across the torrentially choppy ocean; exerting the astronomically brute force of my bones; against the vociferously roaring storm,
Sleep still maniacally vindicated my senses; even as each hair on my demeanor; pathetically decayed to coalesce with threadbare soil.

Even though I wept for centuries immemorial; infiltrating my vision deliberately with a million needles soaked in scorpion blood,
Sleep still repelled each of my insurmountably tyrannical body; even as the last ounce of robust exhilaration wholesomely evaporated from my heart and soul.

And even as the entire Universe slept in blissful peace; snoring in the aisles of perpetual contentment and mystical enthrallment; outside,
Sleep still refused to enter my blood; my body; my soul;
As although I had achieved the most cherished missions of my life; my eyes continued to frantically grope for the love of their lives; the mate of their dreams;
the mate that made them fantasize and dream; even while they were open
and alive.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost dormitories of your brain to think of nothing else but; disdainfully decrepit and
treacherously sluggish; laziness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost caverns of your brain to think of nothing else but; impotently tormented and ignominiously lecherous; dormancy.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost shelves of your brain to think of nothing else but; hopelessly extinguishing and inexplicably blackened; oblivion.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost hollows of your brain to think of nothing else but; nonchalantly embarrassing and indefatigably slandering; yawns.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost gorges of your brain to think of nothing else but; transiently hapless and morbidly darkened; incarceration.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost molecules of your brain to think of nothing else but; inexplicably torturous and diabolically penalizing; waywardness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost cisterns of your brain to think of nothing else but; ominously unsolicited and wantonly crucifying; frustration.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost maps of your brain to think of nothing else but; inconsolably unforgivable and inexorably feckless; nothingness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost tunnels of your brain to think of nothing else but; uncannily crippling and hedonistically reverberating; fear.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost epitomes of your brain to think of nothing else but; insurmountably maiming
and quintessentially criminal; wastage.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost labyrinths of your brain to think of nothing else but; wretchedly bewildering and psychotically hapless; amorphousness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost ingredients of your brain to think of nothing else but; ephemerally sinister and
hideously threatening; blindness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost festoons of your brain to think of nothing else but; unwontedly obsolete and unsurpassably embarrassing; snores.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost nerves of your brain to think of nothing else but; ludicrously non-existent and meaninglessly oblivious; impotency.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost impressions of your brain to think of nothing else but; gruesomely stinking and
indelibly sacrilegious; stagnation.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost lanterns of your brain to think of nothing else but; evanescently self-induced and devilishly resonating; impoverishedness.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost trajectories of your brain to think of nothing else but; salaciously decaying and
lividly imperiling; disease.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost bowels of your brain to think of nothing else but; ethereally morose and sadistically
moaning; corpse.

Sleep. Just the very mentions of it; instantaneously triggered the innermost figments of your brain to think of nothing else but; unfortunately lambasting and fervently nostalgic; goodbye.

But I ask all of you living beings on this fathomlessly iridescent and Omnipotent Universe; that can you remain unconquerably awake without divinely sleep.

In reality I felt like kicking him straight in his face; but in the end I found myself saying that You’re looking amazing sir,

In reality I felt like savagely retaliating to his volley of abuse; but in the end I found myself admiring the cadence of his voice,

In reality I felt like munching the same meals laid ravishingly on his plate; but in the end I found myself sipping plain water which he had profusely used to wash his hands,

In reality I felt like wearing the same designer clothes which he adorned himself in every minute; but in the end I found myself wearing rags which he had discarded after they became a trifle tight,

In reality I felt like possessing the scintillating Mercedes nestling splendidly in his driveway; but in the end I found myself driving the same at his
commands; transporting him safely to office,

In reality I felt like spraying the same scent that he used in gay abandon on his armpits; but in the end I found myself inhaling the same from kilometers apart;
busy sweeping the majestic corridors before the guests arrived,

In reality I felt like bashing him left, right and center in his belly; but in the end I found myself cleaning the dirt adhering to the lining of his shoes,

In reality I felt like strolling as domineeringly in the lawns as he did, but in the end I found myself following him at close quarters; of course as his shadow,

In reality I felt like exposing his blatant lies to the world; but in the end I found myself nodding my forehead in poignant consent to whatever he uttered,

In reality I felt like disseminating all his illegally earned wealth amongst the impoverished masses including myself; but in the end I found myself investing it prudently in ingenious schemes; to ensure him maximum returns,

In reality I felt like banging the telephone receiver on his balding head; but in the end I found myself attending to every call; and amicably transferring him the line,

In reality I felt like sitting in the conference room in his place; with the cool air of the air-conditioner putting me off to blissful slumber; but in the end I found myself serving glasses of cocktail and appetizing delicacies; at the slightest command of his crisp voice,

In reality I felt like drinking apple juice every hour as he did; but in the end I found myself peeling open the tin; for him to tantalizingly gulp the same,

In reality I felt like speaking in American slang as he did; but in the end I found myself silencing the unruly crowds around; to thereby facilitate him to speak,

In reality I felt like hurling every object in proximity as he did when agitated; but in the end I found myself collecting the shattered remains; molding them into toys again for him to break,

In reality I felt like laughing all day as he did with my lips stretched to the most extreme limits; but in the end I found myself learning new jokes everyday; in
order to trigger off his smiles,

And in reality I felt like owning all what he did; but in the end I felt myself completely helpless; as I was born naked in the dustbin; thoroughly deprived of
wealth; and to feed myself and my family of ten children; he would always have to remain my master; and I his obedient slave