Monthly Archives: April 2016

The most priceless thing that the clouds in fathomlessly crimson sky could ever refer you to; was tantalizing globules of golden rain,

The most priceless thing that sweltering sands of the desert could ever refer you to; was acrimonious tornadoes of painstakingly persevering heat,

The most priceless thing that the unfathomably voluptuous blades of grass could ever refer you to; was an enchantingly everlasting carpet of silken dewdrops,

The most priceless thing that the bountifully rustling leaves could ever refer you to; was unrelenting entrenchments of euphorically exotic breeze,

The most priceless thing that the indomitably scintillating mountain peaks could ever refer you to; was the Omnipotently ferocious blaze of the majestic Sun,

The most priceless thing that the inscrutably untamed forests could ever refer you to; was the profoundly regale crest; of the thunderously poignant lion,

The most priceless thing that the insurmountably choppy ocean could ever refer you to; was a profusely tangy waterfall; of spell bindingly rejuvenating salt,

The most priceless thing that the flame of sparkling truth could ever refer you to; was the unassailably grandiloquent religion of mankind,

The most priceless thing that the seductively titillating rose could ever refer you to; was a relentless fountain of stupendously endowing scent,

The most priceless thing that the fascinatingly pristine oyster could ever refer you to; was a gloriously delectable whirlpool of resplendently mesmerizing pearls,

The most priceless thing that the disdainfully impoverished beggar could ever refer you to; was indispensable morsels of divinely appetizing food,

The most priceless thing that the marvelously iridescent rainbow could ever refer you to; was the emphatically boisterous spirit of supremely astounding vivaciousness,

The most priceless thing that the penuriously orphaned could ever refer you to; was the compassionately sequestering walls of the harmoniously placating dwelling,

The most priceless thing that the silver droplets of redolent sweat could ever refer you to; was unendingly persevering timelessness,

The most priceless thing that the charismatically sensuous lips could ever refer you to; was an incredulously gregarious sky of fabulously fantastic smiles,

The most priceless thing that the indefatigable patriots could ever refer you to; was the flag of unconquerably magnificent; and triumphantly blazing victory,

The most priceless thing that the fleet footed squirrel could ever refer you to; was an insatiably unbelievable river of ebullient frolic,

The most priceless thing that the marvelously rubicund nostrils could ever refer you to; was intransigently passionate maelstroms of reinvigoratingly tingling breath,

And the most priceless thing that the perpetually bountiful heart could ever refer you to; was an immortally royal Universe of impregnable love; love and only celestial love.

Redder than the reddest of rose was your ecstatically silken shadow; sensuously engulfed under the unparalleled flaming rays of Sun—as you gleefully scampered up the mystically barren cliff,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your voluptuously scarlet lips; profusely coated with mischievous shades of dancing scarlet; as you painstakingly devoured each ounce of the betel leaf; bit by tantalizing bit,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your bountifully robust palms; as you grazed them uninhibitedly against every strand that spawned from soil; in your unceasing gestures of embracing all exhilaration on the planet,

Redder than the reddest of rose was your dainty forehead; as you passionately knelt it for several hours against plaintive floor; in your invincible obeisance to the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your daintily gratifying feet; as you jubilantly dug them in and out of chunks of rustic mud; that was compassionately heavenly after the first thundershowers this season,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your seductively undefeated cheeks; as you blushed more naively than the first rays of dawn; perceiving the prince charming of your blissful life with surreal stars in your eyes,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your nectar laden fingers; as you weaved them more zealously than ever before in oceans of myriad color; suddenly illuminating white canvas with the boundless enigmas of your soul,

Redder than the reddest of rose was your perpetually benign blood; which graciously embraced the religion of humanity at every step you tread; in each of its unflinchingly everlasting ingredient,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your ebulliently shimmering nails; as you inexhaustibly gnawed at them in a child like innocence; whilst pondering over the infinite unsolved mysteries of this fathomless Universe,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your astoundingly curious ears; instantaneously rising to the hilt of heaven to the tiniest of appreciation and then burying themselves under countless feet of soil—at sarcasm as it humanely came,

Redder than the reddest of rose was your affably poignant bosom; heaving and falling like the pristine ebbs and tides of the great majestic sea; as each current of the eclectically fickle wind caressed it with new-found electricity,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your regally titillating eyelashes; as you let them unabashedly absorb the most fervent streaks of lightening as well as nimble sunset; with indescribable stunning panache,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your royally galloping legs; as you ran far beyond the horizons of sunset to shake hands with the utterly unknown; pumping raw exhilaration at every step that you dared tread,

Redder than the reddest of rose was your implacably nubile skin; metamorphosing into a fantastic crimson with each scorching draught of the summer wind and as the freezing breeze of winter bit in with all its fury,

Redder than the reddest of rose was your artistically charmed nose; as you nuzzled it across every gregarious tree stalk in vicinity; exploring your rudiments of a countless inscrutable lifetimes,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your ravishingly swaying hair; cascading till well below your hips in an inimitable glory of their own; resembling a simmering ravine of half-baked emotions as the rainbow appeared in the sky,

Redder than the reddest of rose was your magically mollifying nape; as you rolled on a bed of natural thorns time and again to explore your whacky side; with the moonless night as your sole savior,

Redder than the reddest of rose was your eternally sacrosanct womb; which had the power of to start the process of all blessedly rubicund creation; with the orders of the Omniscient Allmighty Lord,

Therefore who needs an incoherently lifeless rose to celebrate ‘Valentines Day’-Instead; every beautiful soul out there on the planet-redder than the reddest of rose; will you be my companion for life and beyond-this Valentine.

Wrinkled folds of elephant skin were painted golden yellow,
ivory tusks were encircled with ornate black,
sturdy teak wood seat was strapped to its body,
large fringe of hair grew on slender tail,
the elongated trunk had several corrugations,
scalp was abraded by uprooting tall tree structures,
the pachyderm marched through the wilderness,
crushing an armoury of shrub, dismantling bird house with caressing trunk,
bellowed exuberantly as the sky turned crimson,
added leaps to its stride with torrential rain,
carried passengers at towering heights from the ground,
bathed in gushing currents of the mountain river,
splashing rockets of solvent on the surrounding flamingo’s,
drenching itself with icy spray of spring water.

there was a fleet of ants residing in cocoons of soil,
bustling with feverish activity,
transporting milligram amounts of food grain,
for relishing meals all throughout the day.
the African beast trampled their den,
disrupting the harmony of their united network,
killing them in colossal numbers, sped haughtily for a good nights sleep.
the ants wanted to teach him a lesson,
caught up with him, clung to his tail, foot,
occupied vantage points on his body,
finally inserting their venom stings on the hard skinned mammal,
causing him to collapse in a heap, displaying the supreme might of red ant power.

It imparted an incredulously tangy taste to my tongue; embedding its flavor in the remotest corners of my mouth,
Made irrefutably sure that I emanated a ravishing aroma all day; without the
tyranny of brushing my garden of pointed teeth.

It engendered me to produce loads of saliva; spitting it intermittently on concrete pavements,
Changed the complexion of my voice from a rustically hoarse and sonorous; to
one which was sweet American slang.

It served as an excellent alternative to passing time; as I painstakingly rolled it behind my lips,
Molding it into a plethora of shapes before eventually gulping it; occasionally protruding some part of it in the outside air.

It had the ability to incorrigibly stick to strands of my hair; unceremoniously sticking between the silken follicles,
Resisting all attempts to come out when I plucked; with the only option remaining was mercilessly tonsuring my scalp with a barbaric razor.

It fomented an incessant flow of tingling sensations in my persona; producing a host of slurping noises as I talked,
Impregnated my body with a feeling of perpetual contentment; reigning supreme over all other existing taste.

It intractably blended with my intestines when I inadvertently swallowed it; resting peacefully like a parasitic leech,
And despite frantic attempts on my part to drive it out; didn’t extrude as I expurgated my bowels.

It proved to be an indispensable commodity while in business meetings; easing
tumultuous tension from my nerve-racked mind,
Helping me divert my attention sporadically; envisage and chalk new policies with loads of innovative precision.

It caused me to slip when adhering to the rough floor; losing my balance awkwardly as I unconsciously tread on,
Although I didn’t rebuke or castigate it vehemently; as I found myself lying on the celestial feet of my sweetheart.

It impregnated a chirpy aura to my demeanor; making me superficially perceive
years beyond my age,
And the best thing about it was that it formed a gigantic bubble when I dexterously inflated it; blowing slim draughts of air trapped in my chest,
As it snapped with a thunderous bang into multiple fragments; which was all
that was now left of my rectangular bar of chewing gum.

Lets visit all areas disastrously decimated; try and bring a smile to those lips swollen with inexplicable pain,

Lets extricate injured bodies from beneath the debris; transport them at swashbuckling speeds to the nearest hospital,

Lets evacuate all that mangled junk sprawled on the streets; dump it at a place where none can sight it,

Lets sit around people sobbing with uncontrolled hysteria; wipe the tears trickling down their cheeks with omnipotent words of consolation,

Lets search our dwellings voraciously for indispensable amenities; distribute them chivalrously amongst those shivering in the inclement cold,

Lets audaciously clamber up shattered edifices; help people retrieve their precious and lifetime belongings,

Lets construct mammoth tarpaulin tents; to sequester people who fear to venture back into their abode,

Lets sing melodious tunes which resolutely permeate the atmosphere; portraying
the insatiable urge to survive,

Lets lift all those orphaned on our shoulders; try our best to emulate their slain parents,

Lets philander on the dilapidated lanes carrying gargantuan bundles of immaculate bandage; scrupulously wind the same on people with fresh wounds,

Lets assist the police in tracing those deplorable builders; charge them with
the highest treason for swindling innocuous people,

Lets curtail rumor mills from escalating high; prevent all possible pandemonium resulting as a baseless aftermath,

Lets provide fortification to substantially weakened structures; meticulously
ensuring they get reinforced with the highest pedigree of cement,

Lets take aerial snaps of the towns annihilated; emboss the same in newspapers; for the world to get a glimpse of the unfathomable tragedy,

Lets converse for marathon hours with the survivors; try our best to comprehend their concerns and requirements,

Lets intensely communicate on behalf of those bereaved; make indefatigable
attempts to locate their siblings overseas,

Lets pay equal attention to scores of animals maimed; try and mitigate their
suffering by adeptly dressing their wounds,

Lets carry pails of fresh water in all those colonies; wholesomely obfuscated
from the outside world,

Lets educate the people more vociferously; about the earthquake and its possible ramifications,

Lets procure tones of stringent chlorine tablets from the government; allot them benevolently to try and impede infection from circulating,

Lets donate blood traversing through our veins; giving it to those who haven’t
enough of it left in their shriveled bodies,

Lets chisel out ways and magnanimous means to employ millions; who have been
divested of their jobs and homes,

Lets adopt all those wailing infants; who were found incarcerated in the arms of their dead mothers,

Lets stand tall and unflinching in this hour of insurmountable crisis; assist the people all round the globe; as well as those surviving to; rebuild a new Gujarat

She was 100 years old; yet the blood that flowed through her intricate veins; insatiably yearned to a frolic like a teenaged damsel; once again,

She was 100 years old; yet the expressions on her shriveled chin; could captivate even the most remotely alien; in a spell of exotically never ending enchantment,

She was 100 years old; yet the impeccable whites of her fading eyes; unraveled a tale of poignant nostalgia; and resplendently unprecedented charm,

She was 100 years old; yet the melody in her bountifully wavering voice; unsurpassably enshrouded traumatized hearts; with perennially rhapsodic happiness,

She was 100 years old; yet the emphatically embossed lines on her palm; celestially depicted a tale of sheer majesty to; bloomingly unfurl,

She was 100 years old; yet the tenacity in her diminutively feeble footsteps; was enough to face the acrimoniously advancing army; beautifully singlehanded,

She was 100 years old; yet the magical smile on her divinely lips; still enlightened countless paths besieged with murderously barbaric gloom; with rays of unprecedented euphoria,

She was 100 years old; yet the astounding enigma in the lines of her forehead; spoke fathomless volumes of an angel; gallivanting in unfathomable
entrenchments of untamed desire,

She was 100 years old; yet the determination in her fragile bones; was irrefutably enough; to survive for a countless more births yet to poignantly unveil,

She was 100 years old; yet the ecstasy in her nascently subdued taste buds; was overwhelming enough; to taste the most appetizing morsels of eclectically titillating food,

She was 100 years old; yet the desires in her majestic soul; were a philanthropic ocean; to ubiquitously unite and serve all; mankind,

She was 100 years old; yet the impregnable ardor of her ideals; was a miraculous rainbow of optimistic hope; Herculean strength; and an everlasting will to bless all humanity,

She was 100 years old; yet the astounding titillation of her shadow; was still as luminescent as that of a freshly born immaculate infant,
She was 100 years old; yet the overpowering effulgence that tinkled as she walked; was a garden of blissfully tranquil and exotically fragrant enchantment,

She was 100 years old; yet the impressions of her heavenly feet; were a cloud
of perpetually endowing happiness,

She was 100 years old; yet the symbiotic synergy that crawled through even the most infinitesimal iota of her compassionate demeanor; was an ocean of unprecedented enthrallment; and silken charm,

She was 100 years old; yet the Omnipotent artistry in her trembling fingers; was a landscape of incredulously panoramic versatility; and ebullient color,

She was 100 years old; yet the fire in her sacrosanct breath; the unparalleled ardor in her fulminating heart; was an unconquerable fortress; of an infinite more redolent lives,
And she was 100 years old; yet the immortal love in her heart was just the same when our eyes had first met; as she unassailably took birth as my lover once again; even after she had abdicated her last puff of vital breath.

A part of me in monotonous realms of satanic office; capsizing upon my share of bread; to sustain on the trajectory of this gigantic planet,

A part of me on the tantalizing seaside; profoundly relishing the tanginess of the mighty ocean; which tingled me beyond the corridors of untamed control,

A part of me in the mesmerizing garden; profusely drowned in the scent of
the overwhelmingly seductive rose,

A part of me in the morbid graveyard; sadly mourning and reminiscing all those close to me; now no longer a reality in this world,

A part of me on the ergonomic dining table; savoring indispensable morsels of food; to keep me holistically running and alive,

A part of me on the evanescent horizons; frenziedly salvaging fortification to blissfully pass the menacingly treacherous night,

A part of me in the sacrosanct lap of my mother; reliving the poignant memories of impeccable childhood,

A part of me unsurpassably engrossed in bulky study books; endeavouring my best to achieve the most unprecedented in the career of my choice,

A part of me dancing vivaciously in the forests; playing hide and seek; amidst the rustling of voluptuous leaves; the silken beams of milky moonshine,

A part of me rebelling unrelentingly against traitors infiltrating my motherland; combating them with the sword of irrefutable righteousness,

A part of me gallivanting flirtatiously through the hills; philandering till times beyond eternity; until I stumbled upon the romance of my life,

A part of me persevering under whole hearted rays of the acrimonious summer; deluged in a blanket of golden perspiration; as I slogged without the
most inconspicuous of reprieve,

A part of me swimming ardently in the salty ocean; romanticizing and titillating in the majestically royal splendor of enchanting life,

A part of me with my dynamically flamboyant father; zealously aiming always to be infinite steps above the very best,
A part of me perched on the revered knees of my grandparents; fervently listening to their unfathomable myriad of adventures in real life,

A part of me astoundingly baffled by the vagaries of this uncouth society; unable to comprehend why fellow beings of human fraternity; considered themselves above divine godhead,

A part of me humming an insurmountable battalion of spiffy tunes; to rekindle my pathetically diminishing spice in life,

A part of me indulged into disdainfully forced manipulation in order to survive; articulately maneuvering my way into the spurious treasury of power tycoons,

A part of me writing boundless lines of mystical poetry; letting my scarlet veins erupt into tumultuously rhapsodic delight,

A part of me blissfully asleep; dreaming and bouncing ebulliently in a land more enthralling than fabulous paradise,

A part of me in celestial heavens; blossoming each instant into a fountain of unconquerable happiness; bestowed upon me by the Omnipotent Lord,

A part of me in diabolically savage hell; being whipped for my plethora of misdeeds; by the heinously vicious breath of the devil,

A part of me on the sizzling Sun; admiring the incomprehensible beauty of this earth; in the most candidly vivid of its perspective,

A part of me in the dungeons of doomsday; sulking and fretting; overpowered by tornados of despairing hopelessness,

But all of me; my mind; my body; my soul; incarcerated in the passionately thundering beats of your heart; not only for this lifetime; but even after I had quit
it prematurely; to be reborn only as your lover; forever and ever and ever.

Concentration gives you the power to dynamically leap forward; solve the most inexplicable enigma of monotonous life,

Frustration renders you with an utter helplessness; which you find difficult to shrug off despite the most Herculean of your attempts to fight against time,

Sedation makes you blissfully sleep and insurmountably fantasize; making you overwhelmingly oblivious to the most stringent of your surroundings; the instant you
awoke,

Imagination gives you the stupendous virtue to be prudent; perceive the most hideously evil situation; well ahead of the unfurling decade,

Innovation bestows you with a sense of wholehearted accomplishment; an insatiable urge to exist with waves of ingenious imagery perpetually perpetrating your persona,

Fascination gives you the prowess to feel incomprehensibly celestial; amuse yourself each moment to soar high and abreast with the silken cocoon of blue clouds,

Consternation leaves you open mouthed in unsurpassable disbelief; evacuating the last ounce of wind which circulated rampantly round your robust body,

Tension renders you with dolorously morbid sorrow; ruthlessly assassinating boundless movements of your present day and fathomless minutes of every sweltering night,

Exultation engenders you to bounce euphorically towards the blazing Sun; glistening globules of sheer ecstasy dribbling rhapsodically down your cheeks,

Indentation leaves you with a flurry of ungainly scars; inconspicuously disrupts the heavenly contours of your majestic countenance,

Desperation gives you countless reasons to die; end your tranquil breath by plunging into an island of inevitably sinking sand,

Infection renders you with a lingering sickness; an obnoxiously gruesome taste in your mouth that shatters your delectable premonitions of a harmonious existence,

Inception gifts you the tenacity to conceive higher than the beyond; euphorically enjoy the sweet fruits of creation to the most unprecedented limits,

Emancipation imparts you with a saintly solitude; along with a perennial rest to
your manipulatively swirling mind,

Perspiration triggers in you an unfathomable compassion; the inexorably gratifying satisfaction to relish at the end of the valiantly hard fought day,

Expectation leaves you with unwanted anxiety; a relentless craving for witnessing the ultimate unleash right before your emphatic eyes,

Electrocution freezes you in your very roots; satanically annihilating the minutest trace of breath encapsulating your oligarchic demeanor,

Abortion penalizes you to the most supreme degree; slapping your visage mercilessly for exonerating God’s most precious gift to mankind,

Illumination leads you to the realms of ebulliently optimistic hope; dauntingly wading past of sea of diabolical despair; into the doorstep of a vivaciously vibrant tomorrow,

Condemnation leads to suicidal tendencies which pertinently circulate in your mind; an hopeless future which has no happy horizons at all,

Opposition renders your soul with a sense of hearty contentment; immensely fortifying faith in your own set of resilient ideals,

Deception leads you with a place nowhere to run on this boundless planet; getting brutally incarcerated in the end in your trap of irrevocable lies,

Affection grants you with supremely undeniable happiness; the desire to live for your benevolently breathing fellow beings,

And Realization makes you greater than the Divine; granting you with the irrefutable power to metamorphose all your treacherously sinful past into a mesmerizing festoon of infinite more positive tomorrow’s.

Death is fantastically silencing; after which there existed not even the most inconspicuous iota of rambunctious sound; not even the most ethereal traces of malicious cacophony; to disdainfully wake you up from your eternal sleep.

Death is handsomely emancipating; after which you felt neither the most diminutive of agony slandering you; neither the most inexplicably crucifying of worries
tickle your estranged soul.

Death is unbelievably artistic; after which even the most infinitesimal ingredient of your blood and irrefutably righteous conscience; forever coalesced with the undefeated majesty of the atmosphere.

Death is endlessly mollifying; after which there remained not even the most infidel of desire; just the perpetual bonding of every ounce of your goodness; with the unshakable spirit of the Omnipotent Lord.

Death is unconquerably immune; after which your physical form felt not the slightest of pain; even when stabbed by an infinite knives; or viciously cremated into
the valley of hell.

Death is insuperably royal; after which even the most cannibalistically excoriating of your enemies; offered their humblest prayers for your soul to rest in
everlasting peace.

Death is incredulously non-invasive; after which no religion on earth could sanctimoniously claim you as solely its; as you eventually and inevitably sunk into
the belly of soil.

Death is beautifully resting; after which there seemed not even the most fugitive element of uncontrollable anxiety; after which the profanely robotic rat race
for survival of the fittest; forever faded into wisps of non-existent oblivion.

Death is unsurpassably enchanting; after which there seemed to emanate an unshakably ameliorating radiance from your face; which spell-bindingly cracked even the most deplorably asphyxiated riddles of existence.

Death is magically economical; after which your body didn’t need even the most transient shades of replenishment; after which even the most uncontrollably strongest of your urges; amazingly metamorphosed into altruistic contentment.

Death is self sermonizing; after which the chapter of your life became a holistically open philosophy; with countless extemporizing upon the quality of their survival; bounteously learning from your boundless rises and pitfalls.

Death is the end of vicious ambition; after which you could massacre no more innocent lives; erect your palaces on no more innocent blood; in your baselessly
ever-pervading desire to supremely reign over the entire Universe.

Death is Omnipresently powerful; after which even the most fearlessly infallible superpowers of this planet; miserably floundered to cause even the most obscurest
of indentation; upon the contours of your body.

Death is the absolute end of devastation; after which there existed only the most invincibly emollient meadows of paradise; for every bit of symbiotic goodness that you’d ever done in your destined life.

Death is the most astounding magician; after which even the most murderously massacring of your pain; forever transformed into the most celestial pastures
of blessing sleep.

Death is ubiquitously unprejudiced; after which there remains not even the most evanescent puff of hatred in your heart; for every form and fraternity of creation all around you.

Death is everlastingly consecrating; after which even the most diabolically sinful of your deeds; are forever and ever and ever washed away; with every form of newness that exuberantly spawns into the firmament of the vividly ecstatic Universe.

Death is inimitably immortalizing; after which every bit of unflinchingly pristine righteousness that you breathed in the tenure of your life; perennially becomes an ardently optimistic tunnel of light; for countless more of your blessed kind.

So Mate; ready to Die! But think an infinite times before you do so. Because like all other best things on this Universe; even Death comes at a price. And unfortunately for you; me and every other organism created by the Omniscient Lord Almighty; that price is the ultimate threshold of pain that we could ever experience; in not just a single lifetime; but an infinite more of our infinite lifetimes.

Reach out to the mystically panoramic trees; and exuberantly frolicking wind will reach out to every frenetically beleaguered pore of your body; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the exotically burgeoning clouds; and mystically tantalizing globules of rain will reach out to every brutally emaciated cranny of your persona; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the indomitably towering mountains; and invincibly compassionate companionship will reach out to every inexplicably shivering bone of your body;
will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the uninhibitedly ecstatic nightingales; and inimitably mellifluous sound will reach out to every disastrously bereaved footstep of yours; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the majestically undulating ocean; and unsurpassably rhapsodic tanginess will reach out to every heartlessly rotting image in your brain; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the freshly born blissful child; and unassailably regale heavenliness will reach out to every forlornly parasitic cranny of your soul; will wholeheartedly
reach out to you,

Reach out to the flamboyantly Omnipotent Sun; and tirelessly blessing rays of optimistic enlightenment will reach out to every cold-bloodedly bloodshot ingredient of your eyes; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the iridescently twinkling rainbow; and unflinchingly peerless vivaciousness will reach out to every lugubriously dilapidated muscle of your
countenance; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the royally swaying roses; and innocuously unadulterated fragrance will reach out to every derogatorily prejudiced hair of your persona; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the lap of the wonderfully sacred mother; and insurmountably incomparable selflessness will reach out to every delinquent dream of yours; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the tantalizingly effulgent night; and an unfathomable gorge of glorious enchantment will reach out to every dreadfully extinguishing reflection of yours; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the marvelously shimmering dewdrops; and unbelievably charismatic artistry will reach out to every unceremoniously mangled nail of yours; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to altruistically blazing patriotism; and incomprehensibly sacred immortality will reach out to every iota of your crimson blood; will wholeheartedly
reach out to you,

Reach out to quintessentially fructifying soil; and magnificently sparkling fruits of creation will reach out to every monotonously surreptitious attitude of yours; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the ebulliently whistling air; and unlimitedly unceasing freedom will reach out to every hedonistically tormented of your stride; will wholeheartedly
reach out to you,

Reach out to exhilaratingly emollient forest; and a cosmos of fathomlessly priceless adventure will reach out to every dementedly ungainly virtue of yours; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the spirit of egalitarian symbiotism; and the breaths of effulgently mesmerizing life will reach out to every pathetically dying beats of your conscience; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the passionately thundering heart; and the winds of Omnipresently immortal love will reach out to every aspect of your murderously satanic existence; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to every fraternity of humanity and plentiful living kind handsomely alike; and the Omniscient Almighty Lord will reach out to every radiation of your worthlessly molecular survival; will wholeheartedly reach out to you.