Monthly Archives: April 2016

The raw material required for growing a foliated tree; was its inconspicuous
little seeds,

The raw material required for building a magnificent palace; was a plethora of
baked bricks and finely pulverized sand,

The raw material required for forming the sky; was a blend of black and immaculate white clouds,

The raw material required for making a computer; was a conglomerate of contemporary chips with a host of sophisticated software,

The raw material required for forming the mammoth ocean; was astronomical
amounts of salt water,

The raw material required for preparing appetizing curd; was decayed and left
over remains of bitter milk,

The raw material required to fire a hollow nozzle gun; was a grey bullet; that
flew at electric speeds after swiftly releasing the trigger,

The raw material required for digging a well in the stony ground; was a chiseled pickaxe compounded with onerous effort,

The raw material required for riding a bicycle; was dexterous maneuvering of
the same alongwith the skill of fine balance,

The raw material required for writing script; was the slender sculptured fountain pen replete with sapphire ink,

The raw material required for igniting bundled logs of dry wood; was a minuscule and lead coated matchstick,

The raw material required for cautioning against unscrupulous burglars; was a
contemporary alarm bell,

The raw material required for soaring high in the air abreast of the hovering
clouds; was a pair of strong and robust wings,

The raw material required to compose a poem; was a jugglery of intricate
words; alongwith perfect synchronization of rhyme,

The raw material required to smile; was twin pairs of lips opening partially; radiating loads of compassionate warmth,

The raw material required for spreading rampant riots; was baseless communalism,

The raw material required for propagating corruption; was power hungry leaders
adroitly manipulating innocuous people,

The raw material required for impregnating fear; was merciless torture of the
deprived; incessant tormenting of the underprivileged,

The raw material required for dying; was forcible closure of the nostrils;
succeeded by abrupt failure of the heart,

And the raw material required for blissfully living; was unrelentingly caring
for our dear ones; diligently praying to the deity we believe; patronizing universally the essence of philanthropic love.

The ratio of HEDONISM: HAPPINESS perhaps on this fathomless Universe; might have pathetically dwindled to a preposterously abominable; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of ESTRANGEMENT: EQUALITY perhaps on this boundless Universe; might have abysmally faltered to an acrimoniously pugnacious; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of POLITICS: PEACE perhaps on this mesmerizing Universe; might have sadistically extinguished to an acridly bellicose; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of SALACIOUSNESS: SAGACIOUSNESS perhaps on this colossal Universe; might have disastrously deteriorated to an insipidly threadbare; INFINITY:
ZERO; today,

The ratio of CHAUVINISM: CHEERFULNESS perhaps on this gigantic Universe; might have pruriently withered to an aridly lackadaisical; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of MALICE: MYSTICISM perhaps on this unfathomable Universe; might have obnoxiously stumbled to an dolorously decrepit; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of WAR: WIND perhaps on this fathomless Universe; might have vengefully reduced to a flagrantly atrocious; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of VINDICTIVENESS: VERSATILITY perhaps on this spell binding Universe; might have remorsefully evaporated to a savagely infinitesimal; INFINITY:
ZERO; today,

The ratio of TRAVESTY: TRUTH perhaps on this unending Universe; might have insanely massacred to a indescribably abashing; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of BANE: BLOOM perhaps on this limitless Universe; might have sardonically butchered to a fretfully nonchalant; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of DISASTER: DREAMS perhaps on this unconquerable Universe; might have sordidly slithered to a raunchily beleaguered; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of POVERTY: PROSPERITY perhaps on this unsurpassable Universe; might have gruesomely disappeared to a delinquently despondent; INFINITY:
ZERO; today,

The ratio of UNEMPLOYMENT: UNINHIBITEDNESS perhaps on this gregarious Universe; might have treacherously shattered to a bawdily slavering; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of ABHORRENCE: ABLUTION perhaps on this timeless Universe; might have egregiously crumbled to a uxoriously incarcerated; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of JINX: JUBILATION perhaps on this enchanting Universe; might have disdainfully converted to a disparagingly dastardly; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of BETRAYAL: BREATH perhaps on this boundless Universe; might have painstakingly debilitated to a derogatorily dreary; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

The ratio of LASCIVIOUSNESS: LOVE perhaps on this triumphant Universe; might have tawdrily sunk to a baselessly cannibalistic; INFINITY: ZERO; today,

But the ratio of the CREATURE: CREATOR; was; is and will forever be an Omnipotently majestic; ZERO: INFINITY; till the time he commanded this earth to be; and even beyond the most ephemerally fugacious speck of space.

I would rather unflinchingly embrace the corpses of staggering defeat; than worthlessly entangling myself in the webs of sordid corruption and feeling severely
depressed,

I would rather hang myself bizarrely upside down without the most inconspicuous of regret; than being luridly lured by spurious politicians all the time and feeling torturously depressed,

I would rather mercilessly annihilate every chord of my intricate throat with a blazing smile; than being maneuvered like a pompous puppet by the chains of the turgidly conventional society and feeling flagrantly depressed,

I would rather plummet wide-eyed from the epitome of the towering mountain; than being abusively molested by the sanctimoniously rich and feeling invidiously depressed,

I would rather parade bare skinned amidst the pack of hedonistically menacing tigers; than being baselessly pulverized by the dungeons of feckless unemployment
and feeling nonchalantly depressed,

I would rather uninhibitedly scream the very last iota of voice in my throat towards blue sky; than being transcended by the rules of emaciating monotony and feeling treacherously depressed,

I would rather fearlessly transgress on a blanket of truculently acrimonious thorns; than being drawn into the aisles of unbearably prejudiced greed and feeling
horrendously depressed,

I would rather patriotically behead myself in a pool of fragrantly crimson blood; than surrendering to the traitors of my sacrosanct motherland and feeling barbarically depressed,

I would rather proudly digest a meal of threadbare mud and lackadaisical stone; than feasting at the cost of my comrades in tumultuous grief and feeling sodomizingly depressed,

I would rather altruistically thrash every cranny of my brain till it indiscriminately bled; than targeting my own comrade’s scalp for parsimonious wads of debasing money and feeling pugnaciously depressed,

I would rather tirelessly walk on the road towards my eternally triumphant freedom; than being ghastily incarcerated by the devastating clouds of perniciously debilitating solitude and feeling cold-bloodedly depressed,

I would rather unabashedly proclaim my love to even the most infinitesimal quarter of this colossal Universe; than drowning in the insipid ponds of betrayal and feeling tyrannically depressed,

I would rather timidly pulverize myself into diminutive bits of meaningless ash; than diabolically overpowering the symbiotic empathy of ever holistic organism and feeling lugubriously depressed,

I would rather honorably exonerate apart even the most mercurial vein of mine; than fiendishly propagating the strings of raunchy terror in synergistically existing tribes and feeling doggedly depressed,

I would rather gloriously jump from the high flying aircraft without a single parachute on my impoverished demeanor; than gregariously blending with the traumatizing hijackers and feeling horribly depressed,

I would rather exuberantly immolate my body in flames in my quest for everlasting truth; than being lasciviously enticed by graveyards of abhorrent manipulation and feeling remorsefully depressed,

I would rather deliberately blind my eyes with swords of scintillating righteousness; than inevitably witnessing evil burgeoning on every quarter of earth just because people wanted it to and feeling haplessly depressed,

I would rather intransigently listen to the voices of my immortally throbbing heart; than being made a worthless object of transient ridicule; by every fraternity of the disastrously penalizing society and feeling stupidly depressed,

O! Yes; I would rather intrepidly abrogate breath this very instant from my lungs; than living life like a livid insect; horrifically crippled by the feet of malevolent power and feeling zanily depressed.

It was countless times better to relentlessly stagger in the sweltering heat outside; with the ferociously hedonistic rays of the afternoon Sun making me slaver like a dog on flaming soil,
Rather than betray the irrefutably truthful voice of my conscience; and lie like an unemployed laggard in the caverns of blackened nothingness.

It was countless times better to unflinchingly walk on a platform of acrimoniously pernicious thorns; surrender the nimble soles of my feet to uncouthly uncontrollable bleeding,
Rather than betray the majestically truthful voice of my conscience; and surreptitiously steal onto the sheets of unfathomable luxury; with a nefariously
wicked glint in my eye.

It was countless times better to shiver bare-chested in the ruthlessly annihilating blizzard outside; letting each bone of my body nervously reverberate till times beyond infinite infinity,
Rather than betray the pricelessly truthful voice of my conscience; and indiscriminately force my cumbersome form into someone else’s emolliently
hard-earned dwelling.

It was countless times better to be unsparingly excoriated by the demonic sword of the turgidly truculent society; abnegating even the most infinitesimal trace of worldly pleasure forever and ever and ever,
Rather than betray the peerlessly truthful voice of my conscience; and nod my head like a disgracefully dastardly rat to the gutterpipe of flagrant lies.

It was countless times better to scorch to an indescribably ghastly death; letting the chords of my throat scurrilously burn in unbearably agonizing turmoil,
Rather than betray the symbiotically truthful voice of my conscience; and lackadaisically lap at the pool of venomously malicious water in the
treacherously profane enemy camp.

It was a countless times better to lasciviously sell each part of my worthless body; let hideously untamed vultures of cowardly malice rip apart my flesh to their vapid heart’s delight,
Rather than betray the bountifully truthful voice of my conscience; and trade my sacrosanct mother for ensuring few breaths of my worthlessly decrepit existence.

It was a countless times better to be buried under fathomless masses of cold-bloodedly slandering rock; find my veritable corpse an infinite feet beneath mud
even as I exhaled air in the pristine prime of my life,
Rather than betray the regally truthful voice of my conscience; and order my impeccable child to carry the load of the corrupt planet; so that I could snore and
pugnaciously survive.

It was a countless times better to deliriously loiter on the streets without a cloth to engulf my rickety form; become the endlessly laughing stock of every single cranny of this limitless globe,
Rather than betray the triumphantly truthful voice of my conscience; and wear the skin of my father like a cannibalistically satanic parasite all my life.

It was a countless times better to metamorphose wholesomely into blind; entirely shut the fangs of my existence to even the most ethereally flickering beam of light,
Rather than betray the eternally truthful voice of my conscience; and keep staring into fecklessly wastrel corpses of nothingness; inspite of being blessed with two brilliantly bright eyes.

It was a countless times better to rot in the mortuaries of unceasingly squelching hell; let the most unsurpassably excruciating torture in the devil’s land deteriorate me into a scarecrow of insipid meaninglessness,
Rather than betray the beautifully truthful voice of my conscience; and break the heart of my immortal beloved; for sensuously alien flesh and vituperatively tantalizing raunchiness.

Violent streaks of nail polish Violet,
Circular shades of flaming Indigo,
Thick envelope of heavenly cloud Blue,
Fat smear of bright parrot Green,
Thin smudges of neglected dirty Yellow,
Peripheral paint lines of blazing Orange,
Encapsulating outlines of deathly Red,
Prompted by brilliant sunshine in cascading rain,
Sky patches of light blue,
Sun ball shining in full heat at boiling point,
Thin wisps of pale white cloud cover,
Dispersed in distant boundaries of the Sun,
Shriveled to an iota of their traditional attire,
Which is dark grey with blushes of black,
Now discharging rain in sunlight,
Forming a perfect vibgyor rainbow,
To the insurmountable delight of living organism,
Existing in spiceless moments of robotically worldly life.

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
lugubriously famished leaves; which wailed in
unrelentingly incongruous unison; for those eternally
blissful droplets of water,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
fathomless mounds of fetidly acrid mud; which
inevitably wanted to be refreshingly washed; since
years immemorial,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
miserably asphyxiated deserts; whose tears had
cadaverously metamorphosed into treacherously
meaningless sands; vindictively stabbing countless in
the afternoon heat,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
innocuously pristine cattle and animals; who were
these days solely busy; in counting each other’s
haplessly shriveled cartilage of horrifically
emaciated bones,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
forlornly barren beds of the boundless ocean; which
had gruesomely died till the very last bone of their
non-existent spines,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
pricelessly new born infants; who embraced death by
the countless numbers; in the unsparingly diabolical
heat of the Sun,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
chunks of lividly impotent mud; from the periphery of
which there sprouted nothing else but an indescribably
fuming battalion of pugnaciously distorted cracks,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
impoverished villagers; whose inarticulately mud-caked
abodes pathetically melted; under the undying fury of
the heartlessly charring Sun,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
dolorously dried meadows of grass; which exuded into
unfathomable mortuaries of sadistic blood; rather than
a festoon of enchantingly golden dew-drops,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
dogmatically sweating scalps and skins; which could
suffer from any instant from a complete nervous
breakdown; without the tiniest droplet of water in
their taps,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
lecherously empty wells which fretted in the aisles of
decrepit oblivion; with their innumerable tumblers of
water now despondently replaced by impugning dust,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
unfinished lamenting desires of true lovers; which
could royally fructify only when two voluptuously wet
bodies; invincibly united into one sensuous breath,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
unlimited ingredients of the ruthlessly scorched
atmosphere; whose living ghost tirelessly haunted and
imperiled; even the most celestially bountiful of victory,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
vituperatively parched lips; which hurled an
unsurpassable volley of incoherent abuse; as whenever
they desperately opened; all they could taste was
sordidly tormented mud,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
resplendently inscrutable forests; which now resembled
robotically devastated factories of sacrilegiously
monotonous charcoal,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
unfortunately doomed nostrils; which had nothing else
but disdainfully belligerent bellows of venomous smoke
to quintessentially inhale,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
rustic farmers with endless kilometers of land; but
from whose soil sprouted nothing else but the most
brutally lambasting curses of starvation,

If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those
penuriously strangulated throats; from which emanated
only the most cursedly discordant wails of
preposterously imprisoning helplessness,

And If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all
those immortally passionate hearts; which had now
transformed into the epitomes of satanically
unforgivable infidelity; in absence of the most
unconquerable elixir required to sustain life,

Please open your vivaciously undefeated belly O!
Omnipotent Sky; please culminate into the most
thunderously voluptuous of clouds; and please
torrentially rain; rain; rain and unstoppably RAIN.

Infinite bodies had pathetically shriveled into
nothingness; as blistering rays of the Sun unsparingly
blazed left; right and profuse center,

Whirlpools of obnoxiously debilitating sweat oozed
from umpteenth arenas of the body; as boundless scores
of innocuous organisms; reeled under the vicious
onslaught of sweltering heat,

Fathomless kilometers of panoramically lush green
land; now disdainfully metamorphosed into torturously
slithering and lambasted deserts,

Pristine flakes of spell binding snow perched
delectably on the mountaintops; now abominably melted
in meek submission; under the ferocious inferno of the simmering afternoon,

The boisterously vivacious branches of the mystical
forests; now bore a sullenly barren look; as the
leaves mercilessly crackled under the outrageously
fuming Sun,

Unfathomable hordes of innocuously philandering
cattle; were now rendered to disgustingly hollow
skeletons of sordid dilapidation; as the soil
penuriously scorched everything in conceivable vicinity,

The corporate tycoon now looked like an insane lunatic
with bloodshot eyes; as the most spell bindingly
impeccable of his shirt; was now enveloped in
abhorrent pools of grime and sweat,

The most tenaciously resilient of abodes now creaked
an inconspicuous trifle; cursing till beyond realms of
eternal eternity; as the wave of summer horrendously
augmented its acrid propensity,

The most voluptuous nimble and enchanting soles; now
barbarically bled at all quarters; as the earth on
which they holistically transgressed; had now
transformed itself into insidiously torching charcoal,

Denizens sluggishly snubbed each other in truculent
exasperation; as diabolical rays of the unrelenting
Sun; austerely pulverized their dormitories of
exotically bountiful fantasy,

The most majestic of lions in the inscrutable jungle;
dastardly retreated into their caves; unbelievably
forgiving their prey; as the treacherously unruly heat
took firm roots into their fur,

Children wholesomely forgot their innocently
replenishing smiles; as the day progressed more
tyrannically than ever; putting hideously crippling
brakes on even the most infinitesimal of their activity,

The newly wedded relinquished all desire to love; as
the only thing that they were remorsefully overwhelmed
with; was the adversely admonishing and severely
reprimanding light of the midday Sun,

All anecdotes of irrefutably sparkling honesty; now
converted into the graveyard of blatantly manipulative
lies; as entities staggered more brutally than ever
under the salaciously whipping carpet of ominous summer,

The squirrels and kangaroos now transgressed as slow
as the pot-bellied tortoise; feeling the
preposterously invidious heat horrifically hamper
their otherwise; astoundingly vivacious reflexes,

Resplendent river levels had dramatically reduced;
with an unsurpassable army of crabs; snakes and ants;
frantically scurrying out of the mud every now and
again; as the earth cooked like an unstoppable volcano inside,

The most lightening paced of rambunctious spiders now
sat dolorously in one corner of their den; wholesomely
fatigued in the onerously persevering heat; to
ecstatically reconstruct their broken webs,

Fireballs of sensuously drifting and timelessly
exhilarating breath; now seemed as frantically last
bid to enter the gory corpse; in a valiantly vain
attempt to elope from the tumultuous heat,

The passionately palpitating beats of the immortal heart; were slowly losing their fervency; too exhausted in pumping blood for the pugnaciously sapped and burnt body; rather than pulsate for the spirit of unassailable love,

And if there was ever an invincibly singleton solution
to all of the above; then it was nothing but the most
pricelessly proliferating form of the ALMIGHTY LORD;
O! yes it was RAIN, RAIN AND TRIUMPHANT RAIN.

Pathetically dastardly are those who indiscriminately rag; having the bugs of spurious inferiority circulating lecherously in their feckless veins,

Baselessly stupid are those who torturously rag; exerting their potato shaped muscles on savage meaninglessness; when they very well knew that they could have used the same to fruitfully evolve a civilization of bountifully stupefying newness,

Preposterously frustrated are those who morbidly rag; venting their ludicrously extra shades of enthusiasm in harassing the mantra of innocence; instead of utilizing the same to astoundingly score well in their exams,

Luridly squalid are those who penalizingly rag; desperately torching their innermost senses like a pugnacious volcano every unfurling minute; rotting all their lives in the corridors of dislocated hell,

Barbarously rancid are those who tirelessly rag; worthlessly wasting the most pricelessly precious moments of their life; in stripping someone’s chastity instead of embracing the winds of immortal love,

Abhorrently prejudiced are those who insanely rag; meting out their personal impoverishment upon poignantly nimble bodies; and then foolishly proclaiming the same as their path to ultimate martyrdom,

Disparagingly delinquent are those who surreptitiously rag; endlessly dying of the fear of the Sun all day; as they had not a spot on this fathomless earth to hide their deeds of raunchily asphyxiating blackness,

Remorsefully imprisoned are those who deliberately rag; making sardonically abusing innocuous entities their morning cup of tea; when even the most lugubriously fetid gutter water irrevocably denied to enter their criminal mouths,

Venomously parasitic are those who treacherously rag; lasciviously extricating every iota of happiness from other people’s lives; and then foolhardily justifying themselves by saying that this was the order from the Almighty Divine; as they were genuinely deprived,

Cold-bloodedly maniacal are those who hedonistically rag; savagely using honest shoulders to clamber the ladder of success; eventually finding that the sky of
prosperity was never for theirs to be,

Diabolically cannibalistic are those who truculently rag; pulverizing the name of their godly parents to gorily infidel ash; letting the fragrance of their sacrosanct mother’s milk evaporate into licentious nothingness; as they trampled their immaculate
brethren right in front of her heavenly eyes,

Abstrusely wayward are those who congenitally rag; finding banging weak bones every instant as the greatest occupation on this Universe; instead of proving their mettle in the symbiotically competitive world outside,

Penuriously decrepit are those who pretentiously rag; satanically trying to decimate their timid compatriots with the power of their bombastic wealth and wine; entirely oblivious to the terrorizing hell ardently waiting for them; by his orders after their demise,

Bawdily ghoulish are those who malevolently rag; eventually ending up licking lackluster dust and staggeringly jobless at their same comrade’s feet; whom they had once rebuked and who had now metamorphosed into a patriarch of unlimited prosperity,

Esoterically decayed are those who purposelessly rag; gnawing their nails raw in ghastly blood from inside; letting the carnivorously amorphous devil take complete control of their mind; body and soul; while they brutally assassinated traces of ecstatic
senility,

Uxoriously cantankerous are those who ignominiously rag; embedding more and more despicable coffin nails in their life; as they sadistically extradited the fabric of self-esteem from countless unblemished souls and lives,

Intolerably derogatory are those who unreasonably rag; trying their best to scare the thunderbolts of life from holistically unsuspecting newcomers; when they were themselves nothing more than a fragment of eternal misery from their disdainful insides,

Parsimoniously flagrant are those who sordidly rag; with even the most mercurial element of their bodies diminishing into corpses of extinction; before they had time to exhale their unfinished breath,

Therefore it is my humble plea to all those who play this poisonous game of ragging; please abdicate it as soon as possible; to be perhaps accepted by the Almighty Lord once again;

Otherwise rag as much as you can; perhaps with none to check you this very moment and countless more moments when you would assume yourself to be the ultimate
price; but then be prepared for a hell which was more horrific than the most bizarre of death; which not me; but the Lord Almighty had designed for you; O! yes
specially you; and please believe him not me; because it was just for you and for nobody else; but you.

I asked the road; the things that perturbed her the most,
She replied saying; that she was mutilated every unleashing minute,
By the juggernaut of trucks; and cloud showers of swollen rain.

I asked a cluster of fish in the Monsoon River; about the ultimate fantasy of their lives,
The answer that followed was studded with arduous lines of brevity,
As they unanimously dreamt of swimming in stormy waves of the ocean.

I asked the domestic lizard to narrate its tale of woes,
It didn’t ponder even for a fraction of a second,
Curtly saying; that it was a paucity of succulent insect that kept her starved these days.

I asked the bleary eyed moon to impassively blurt out its agony,
The celestial figure in the sky retorted with a volley of eloquent expletive,
Blaming a fleet of monstrous spaceships; pilfering through its exquisite decorum.

I asked the merrily swaying trees; to recount me their expeditions of the blistering day,
They retaliated with traumatic screams; with white blood trickling down their entity,
Rebuking the farmer; who had sliced them down for daily fodder.

I asked the stray dogs in the street about their conditions of blissful health,
They made a gallant mockery of my question barking,
We aren’t fastidious about food; all we need is a solitary place to sleep.

I then interrogated my tangible heart to disclose its candid feelings,
There were mystical vibrations which shook my entire silhouette,
Beads of cold sweat camouflaged my shock of black hair,
As it responded to my query saying; that it wanted to imprison forever,
Posses for times unfathomable; the holistic form it loved on this earth.

If there was the devil of torturously asphyxiating death right infront and
behind my back; insidiously waiting to horrifically choke me till my very last cupful
of breath,
If there was the devil of truculently penalizing death right on top and beneath my silhouette; diabolically waiting to bury me an infinite feet beneath my cadaverously satanic grave,
If there was the devil of gruesomely charring death at each corner towards my left and trembling right; intransigently waiting to devour every robust bone of my countenance,
If there was the devil of perpetually silent death at every construable cranny of the atmosphere that I cast my innocuous eyes towards; ominously waiting to cold-bloodedly demolish even the most inconspicuous trace of my holistic existence,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d tirelessly march forward in my mission to beautifully converge all spurious fraternities of religion into the religion of unassailable humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the hedonistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

1.

If there was the devil of vindictively stabbing death right infront and behind my eyes; relentlessly waiting to snap every conceivable fang of my harmonious survival,
If there was the devil of amorphously dastardly death right on top and beneath my shadow; intractably waiting to poison every shade of my synergistic life with the venom of unfathomably sinful hatred,
If there was the devil of parasitically pulverizing death at each corner towards my left and nimble right; sadistically waiting to crucify me to frigidly deadened ash the instant I alighted even a single foot,
If there was the devil of lecherously lambasting death in every perceivable gallery of the atmosphere on which I symbiotically floated; heartlessly waiting to incarcerate every element of triumphant happiness in my soul; in the gallows of murderously sinister hell,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d inexhaustibly march forward to wonderfully mitigate every echelon of brutally estranged humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

2.

If there was the devil of bizarrely bludgeoning death right infront and behind my countenance; mercilessly waiting to horribly crunch me like limp meat; the next time when the pangs of hunger arose in his deliriously threadbare stomach,
If there was the devil of tawdrily indiscriminate death right on top and beneath my heart; irrevocably waiting to devastate every of its beats into sleazily obfuscated nothingness; the instant it bonded with the true love of its life,
If there was the devil of scurrilously decrepit death at each corner towards the left and right of my diminutive persona; frenetically waiting to demonically slit the soft skin of my throat; to mollify the itching of his uncouthly slandering nails,
If there was the devil of egregiously slaining death in every ingredient of the atmosphere which I majestically caressed; inconsolably waiting to roast
my delightfully supple skin at the crackle of traumatically usurping midnight,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unstoppably march forward to coalesce
my soul with the fragrance of perennially proliferating living kind; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

3.

If there was the devil of vengefully ribald death right infront and behind my chest; flagrantly waiting to extricate the last droplet of scarlet blood from my poignant veins; to take his treacherously routine morning bath,
If there was the devil of ghastily stoning death right on top and beneath my
feet; gorily wanting to feast his eyes on an infinite elements of my caricature; being ruthlessly excoriated by the unsparingly hideous vultures,
If there was the devil of traumatically terrorizing death at each corner towards my left and humble right; raunchily waiting to dissolve me into the coffin of nothingness; everytime I reached the pinnacle of egalitarian bliss,
If there was the devil of ignominiously maiming death in every puff of air that I inhaled into the jacket of my quintessential lungs; endlessly waiting to puncture every trifle of my body with a mortuary of infinite blood-stained thorns,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unflinchingly march forward diffusing
the essence of live and royally let live to the farthest corner of this Universe; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this
fathomless globe.