Monthly Archives: April 2016

The ghost of the impoverished beggar; indefatigably chased all those opulently uncouth entities; who had so barbarically kicked him once upon a time; on the streets of rambunctiously threadbare nothingness,

The ghost of the hapless destitute; unrelentingly chased all those tyrannically lambasting tycoons; who had so unsparingly deprived her of pristine innocence once upon a time; maliciously infiltrating into her enchantingly bountiful life,

The ghost of the unfortunate orphan; relentlessly chased all those diabolically evil spirits; who had so ruthlessly torn it apart from its Omnipotent parents once upon a time; penalizing it for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

The ghost of the brutally pulverized leaf; intransigently chased all those ungainly footsteps; who had so deliberately massacred it once upon a time; metamorphosing its cradle of insatiable ecstasy into a graveyard of gruesome silence,

The ghost of the scorching desert; timelessly chased all those acrimoniously sweltering rays of the Sun; which had so truculently whiplashed it once upon a time; perniciously roasting its tranquility with fireballs of unbearable heat,

The ghost of the excoriated shark; endlessly chased all those ominous hunters; who had so demonically slit its throat once upon a time; rendering its unconquerably princely form into an inconspicuous coffin of meaningless bone,

The ghost of the assassinated artist; tirelessly chased all those conventionally stringent section of society; who had so ignominiously ostracized his work once upon a time; snobbishly tainting his marvelous artistry with their pompously deadened spit,

The ghost of the ghastily blinded eye; limitlessly chased all those venomous thorns; who had so mercilessly pierced its periphery once upon a time; invidiously marauding its carpet of spell binding sensuousness with a treachery befitting a dreaded swine,

The ghost of the maimed urchin; intractably chased all those salacious dictators; who had so lethally victimized its body once upon a time; transformed its gorgeously robust complexion into a shell of reclusively disparaging doom,

The ghost of the tortured slave; immutably chased all those devilish powerhouses; which had so gorily crucified his vivacious soul once upon a time; despicably invading his fountain of uninhibited freedom with chains of incarcerating prejudice,

The ghost of the heinously disintegrated egg; murderously chased all those
perilous vultures; who had so satanically smashed it once upon a time; remorsefully depriving it of even the most infinitesimal of chance to witness the mesmerizing planet outside,

The ghost of the pointed cactus; incorrigibly chased all those grotesque mouths; which had so abominably looked down upon it once upon a time; treating it as a piece of insipid shit as they endeavored their best to make fun of it; all the time,

The ghost of the stripped chicken; irrevocably chased all those heartless butchers; which had so cruelly decimated it once upon a time; converting it into a pool of pathetic blood just to titillate the spurious tongues; of countless alien,

The ghost of the annihilated township; uncontrollably chased all those worthless politicians; who had so unimaginably bombarded it once upon a time; converting even the most diminutive cranny of its persona into a battlefield of blood; hatred and abhorrent war,

The ghost of the isolated path; unflaggingly chased all those pompously inflated tycoons; who had so impudently rejected it once upon a time; transiting it into a living mortuary; just to prevent that extra bit of mud from infiltrating into their bombastically worthless shoes,

The ghost of underprivileged children; inexhaustibly chased all those uselessly penalizing mavericks; who had so maliciously laughed upon their nimble demeanor; just because they were a shade stronger by the grace of Almighty Lord,

The ghost of the traumatized seductress; unfathomably chased all those licentiously thwarting devils; who had so forcefully tied her in shackles of captivity once upon a time; cursing her song of tantalizing melody; with the cry of vengeful death,

The ghost of the betrayed woman; doggedly chased all those perfidiously diseased impressions; which had so astutely trapped her once upon a time; transiently igniting the fires of unbelievable voluptuousness in her life; before ghoulishly shattering her for a countless more lives,

But the seed of immortal love had no ghost; not even the most tiniest of
sinister spirit to be afraid of; as it flowered into the most Omnipresent entrenchment of the divine; timelessly blossoming into the feathers of unshakable togetherness; even after all had died; even after the dying of unstoppable time.

The gap between the brilliantly extreme ” North Pole” and supremely celestial “South Pole: ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perturbed even an infinitesimally ethereal iota,

The gap between blistering Sunlit ” East” and desolately whimpering ” West ”
was infinite; yet you weren’t disoriented even a clammily squelched iota,

The gap between the enigmatically enchanting ” Nature “and disdainfully monotonous ” Concrete Building” was infinite; yet you weren’t hassled even
an inconspicuously parsimonious iota,

The gap between the fathomlessly iridescent “Sky” and frantically bombarded
“Land ” was infinite; yet you weren’t bothered even an ephemerally shrinking
iota,

The gap between the nostalgically tempestuous ” Past ” and pragmatically placating
” Present ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perpetuated even an fugitively frigid iota,

The gap between irrefutably unassailable ” Truth ” and derogatorily cold-blooded
” Lies “was infinite; yet you weren’t pierced even a fleetingly diminutive iota,

The gap between beautifully blessing ” Humanity ” and hedonistically treacherous ” Insanity ” was infinite; yet you weren’t moved even an fecklessly evanescent iota,

The gap between diabolically pulverizing ” Crime” and unsurpassably bountiful
” Motherhood ” was infinite; yet you weren’t permeated even a nonchalantly disappearing iota,

The gap between punctiliously sagacious ” Logic” and deliriously decrepit
“Rampancy” was infinite; yet you weren’t touched even a diminutively insolvent iota,

The gap between ubiquitously enamoring ” Honesty ” and despondently barbarous
” Politics” was infinite; yet you weren’t affected even a worthlessly floating iota,

The gap between ebulliently exhilarating ” Freedom” and disastrously dilapidated
” Incarceration ” was infinite; yet you weren’t troubled even a ludicrously obsolete iota,

The gap between compassionately tantalizing ” Sweetness” and venomously ballistic ” Retribution “was infinite; yet you weren’t distraught even a mercurially fading iota,

The gap between perennially fructifying ” Rain” and devastatingly truculent
” Drought” was infinite; yet you weren’t vexed even a baselessly inane iota,
The gap between beautifully blessing ” Paradise” and the malevolently cannibalistic
” Parasite” was infinite; yet you weren’t disturbed a threadbarely nonexistent iota,

The gap between the lecherously victimized ” Gutter” and the majestically insuperable steps of ” Heaven” was infinite; yet you weren’t dwindled even
an invisibly infidel iota,

The gap between heartlessly sermonizing “War” and eternally resplendent “Childhood” was infinite; yet you weren’t shaken even a meagerly fractional
iota,

The gap between deplorably decaying ” Illiteracy” and prosperously burgeoning
” Kinsmanship” was infinite; yet you weren’t pierced even a stingily corrugated iota,

The gap between brutally decimating ” Anarchy” and uninhibitedly priceless
” Artistry ” was infinite; yet you weren’t whiplashed even a mundanely measly iota,

The gap between the impregnably priceless ” Innocence” and bombastically prejudiced ” Manipulation” was infinite; yet you weren’t frazzled even a incoherently diminishing iota,

And paradoxically to the above the gap between immortally heavenly “Life”
and inevitably destined ” Death” was just a single breath; yet you dreadfully bemoaned about that moment; uncontrollably trembled at its very thought even before you devoured your first morsel of food on this fathomless planet; even before you emitted your very first cry.

I hated flamboyant parties; strident and sleazy music diffusing from the contemporary discotheque,

I hated drinking mineral water in scintillating glasses of silver; sighting my reflection in polished exteriors of the same,

I hated swanky cars transporting me at whizzing speeds; embellished attendants spuriously smiling; inviting me to enter the same,

I hated glittering restaurants adorned with a festoon of lights; waiters making their clients laugh; just for the sake of being showered with exorbitant tips,

I hated the overwhelmingly scented businessman; whose ideals infact smelt more than the most rotten stack of sewage,

I hated the word thank you; when the person uttering it actually had intentions of killing you; profoundly lurking in his eyes,

I hated masticating my food infinite times before gulping; an armory of intricate knives and oval shaped spoons laid meticulously on the table,

I hated it when someone welcomed me with a myriad of garlands and golden coins; ordered a battalion of attendants to fan me; at every step I took,

I hated going up the hill in shimmering escalators; when infact the meandering pathways would drown me into a state of mystical enchantment,

I hated sitting in the air-conditioned room; with scores of commercial delegates blowing ostentatious wisps of smoke; obnoxiously into thin air,

I hated shaking hands without any sense; as a stream of visitors kept barging in
the colony all day,

I hated speaking baselessly and in deliberate slang; when infact the rustic language of my country was splendidly enough to express my feelings; put me in unprecedented ease at all times,

I hated nibbling tangy gum and acting snobbish; youngsters who blew their fathers money; without the slightest of contemplation and hesitancy,

I hated the conventional ways of marriage with people from distant countries thronging in; when infact the hearts of those tying the thread were poles apart,
I hated the toothbrush with an ensemble of curves and spongy rubber; when infact I had the medicinal branches of the blossoming Neem tree; to clean my teeth and
my cheeks,

I hated individuals who praised me; escalated me to the pinnacle of Everest with their flattery; when infact there was a river of prejudice flowing in their flesh everywhere; instead of crimson blood,

I hated the priests who propagated only their respective religions; when infact God was omnipresent; and resided in every heart and soul,

I hated all those parents who spoke to their children in English instead of their own indigenous languages; just because it was prevalent like wild fire all over the globe,

I hated artificial sweetener added to juice; when infact its original flavor was incredulously ravishing to sip and relish,

Well until now I presume; you must have already understood what sort of a person was I; and for those of you who have not; let me tell you; that I was a man who hated all kinds of bombastic pretensions; infact a man of no formality.

I indefatigably experimented with my clothes; at times aimlessly wandering in skimpily bedraggled shorts; while at times majestically embellishing even the most lackadaisical bone of my impoverished body; with a paradise of unendingly coruscating satin,
I unrelentingly experimented with my food; at times plaintively surviving on inconspicuously threadbare morsels of dolorous bread; while at times regally
titillating my emaciated taste buds with Imperial slices of Italian cheese and sensuously exotic champagne,

I limitlessly experimented with my dwelling; at times ludicrously residing in preposterously stinking gutter pipes; while at times enchantingly snoring in castles
of exquisitely Oriental gold and resplendently twinkling pearls,

I tirelessly experimented with my makeup’s; at times coating my diminutively trembling skin with sleazily libidinous mascara; while at times vivaciously
painting my entire visage with celestially voluptuous blackberry juice,

I relentlessly experimented with my slang’s; at times conversing in an incongruously unruly rustic accent which only the dogs could understand; while at times
unassailably silencing one and all on this gigantic planet; with the power of my eloquently mesmerizing speech,

I unfathomably experimented with my temperament’s; at times laconically floating like a cadaverously silent graveyard in the aisles of insipid nothingness; while
at times tempestuously fulminating into a boundless cosmos of insatiably heart-rendering passion,

I incessantly experimented with my footwear; at times nonchalantly trespassing through the eccentrically skewed dungeons barefoot; while at times encapsulating
my ebulliently protruding toes; with the most exorbitantly supreme snake leather skins,

I continuously experimented with my perfumes; at times smudging every speck of my languishing demeanor with a bizarre concoction of tomatoes and indolent mushrooms; while at times bathing in a heavenly pond of blissful musk till times immemorial,

I unstoppably experimented with my languages; at times fanatically absorbing myself into the fathomless literary volumes of my very own native tongue; while
at times ubiquitously disseminating the essence of global peace and eternal brotherhood in; iridescently International English,
I unlimitedly experimented with my toothbrushes; at times ruthlessly brushing across the consortium of my decaying yellow with stringently inclement tree twigs; while at times using a myriad of contemporarily world class brands to bounteously enlighten the bedraggled cavities in my mouth,

I zanily experimented with my smells; at times disastrously snoozing the entire day inhaling squalidly rebuked attic air; while at times triumphantly dancing till spaces beyond eternity; to the redolently mesmerizing scent of the divinely atmosphere,

I unsparingly experimented with my women; at times losing all interest in life with girls full of sardonically barbarous criticism; while at times jubilantly dancing with the ultimate nubile angels having descended from the lap of beautifully blessed
heaven,

I countlessly experimented with my jewelry; at times wearing esoterically jinxed necklace’s of gruesomely infidel bones; while at times handsomely draping my
shivering persona with aristocratically poignant cascades of brilliant diamond,

I ardently experimented with my desires; at times withering away like a stoically feckless leaf even in the most spellbindingly rhapsodic of winds; while at
times uncontrollably spawning into a thunderbolt of insuperably blistering passion; swiping every trajectory of mother earth with everlastingly unfettered energy,

I obsessively experimented with my colors; at times choosing the most dirties shade of brown to woefully lambaste my penalizing coffin; while at times blossoming into eclectic rainbows of glorious prosperity; for infinite more births of mine yet to
unveil,

I unceasingly experimented with my titillations; at times using monotonous rockets of fretful paper to stimulate my treacherously dying pores; while at times wonderfully assimilating the most panoramically exotic treasures of this earth; to blend with the invincible enthuse of my bloodstreams,

I timelessly experimented with my fantasies; at times tyrannically envisaging only about matchbox shaped corporate offices with potbellied tycoons wasting
marathon hours in sonorous cigar smoke and the robotically disdainful mobile phone; while at times intransigently dreaming all day and night about the
chapters of enriching proliferation and philanthropic goodness on the fabric of this gigantic Universe,

I uninhibitedly experimented with my philosophies; at times conceiving the prejudiced manipulation was quintessential to exist amidst the pack of
horrifically bloodsucking wolves today; while at times pioneering the mantra of selfless sacrifice in even the most mercurial quarter of this world,
And if there was indeed one thing on this planet; which I never did or would ever want to experiment with; then it was our immortal love; for my heart was
forever yours O! Godly Beloved; right since the time it first euphorically leapt out for you; and till the time death do us apart; without the slightest of baffling experimentation in between.

The end product of indiscriminatingly venomous war; was the gruesome
coffin of baselessly decrepit and rotting; prejudice,

The end product of abjectly hypochondriacal insanity; was the forlornly malevolent dungeon of unceremoniously dilapidated and treacherously obnoxious; manipulation,

The end product of monotonously decrepit commercialism; was the desolate
web of abhorrently disdainful and lethally tyrannizing; regret,

The end product of sinfully dastardly lies; was the fiendish gallows of disparagingly derogatory and nonchalantly ridiculing; poverty,

The end product of indolently ignoramus illiteracy; was the pernicious well of devastatingly prurient and ignominiously lambasting; unemployment,

The end product of devilishly irrational obsession; was the sinister gutter of hopelessly debilitating and disgustingly horrendous; emptiness,

The end product of uncontrollably stinking expletives; was the pugnacious
battlefield of truculently terrorizing and nastily demonic; hatred,

The end product of salaciously whipping politics; was the hapless tornado of
vindictively orphaned and traumatically feckless; decay,

The end product of bizarrely delirious ghettoizm; was a shriveling civilization of unsolicitedly profane and remorsefully recoiling; fear,

The end product of unreasonably oozing wounds; was a cadaverous spirit of
disparagingly deteriorating and gorily grotesque; extinction,

The end product of brutally excoriating injustice; was an annihilating avalanche of torridly impotent and parasitically ominous; retribution,

The end product of lecherously unwarranted sleep; was a bawdily amorphous vacuum of maniacally decimating and forlornly weeping; frustration,

The end product of ludicrously slavering cowardice; was an acrimonious pig stalk of worthlessly snarling and everlastingly lifeless; shit,

The end product of invidiously maiming betrayal; was a convoluted whisker of
inconspicuously erratic and listlessly evaporating; nothingness,

The end product of atrociously murdering disrespect; were the ridiculous
crutches of insipidly detrimental and rebelliously ballistic; self affliction,

The end product of heartlessly hedonistic massacring; was the satanically
thrashing curtain of horrifically depriving and endlessly egregious; hell,

The end product of barbarously knifing atheism; was the merciless gallows of
inevitably flagrant and inexhaustibly cold-blooded death,

The end product of sinfully incarcerating bachelorhood; was the jinxed corpse of indefatigably hurting and limitlessly penalizing; loneliness,

But “Immortal Love” had not the tiniest of aftermath; as it kept perpetually
proliferating into paradise of unassailably heavenly togetherness and eternally compassionate humanity for infinite more births yet to unveil; and had not the slightest of end or meaningless end-product.

When I was in a mood to profusely tease my neighbors; I had a drink of tangy
lemon juice,

When I wanted to swim against choppy waves of the turbulent ocean; I had a drink of wildly rejuvenating rum,

When I wanted to float in the aisles of unprecedented desire; shrugging off the slightest of my stringent inhibitions; I had a drink of voluptuously red whisky,

When I wanted to philander euphorically through the supremely dense and camouflaged forests; I had a drink of mystically refreshing coconut water,

When I wanted to fight the lion disastrously barehanded; I had a drink of profoundly seductive wine; which instilled in me the false impression that I was greater than God, upon consumption,

When I wanted to walk naked on the freezing mountain slopes; I had a drink of piquantly poignant and electric green chili,

When I wanted to simply lie down on the couch; disentangling my mind from the vagaries and intricacies of this monotonous world; I had a drink of plain and rustic water,

When I wanted to fantasize till eternity; live in a satiny cocoon of clouds all my life without respite; I had a drink of overwhelming nicotine,

When I wanted to vomit out deliberately; puking out the last iota of what I had consumed just a few hours ago; I had a drink of disdainful soap with its bubbles exploding gently in my throat,

When I wanted to emulate a mad man in astounding similarity; I had a drink of horrendous donkey saliva,

When I wanted to commence prolific activity every dawn; I had a drink of delectably sizzling and hot tea,

When I wanted to give the insurmountably constipated bowels in my stomach some relief; I had a drink of boisterously bubbling soda,

When I wanted to holistically blend with the ecstatic conversation circulating in the conference; be an integral part of the festivity; I had a drink of ebulliently golden beer,
When I wanted to gallivant on the stallion through the labyrinth of fabulous hills; I had a drink of passionately peppy pineapple juice,

When I wanted to grandiloquently celebrate my birthday; say cheers to the entire world sitting in the clammy interiors of my drawing room; I had a drink of superlatively intoxicating vodka,

When I wanted to leap in animated exhilaration in the middle of the night; halt my incessantly running nose from dribbling further; I had a drink of salubrious and steaming chicken soup,

When I wanted to appease my mother; make amends for the plethora of inadvertent mistakes which I had committed; I had a drink of impeccable cow milk; kneading it assiduously from her sacrosanct body,

When I wanted to reach the astronomical summit of Mount Everest; I had a drink of reinvigorating and tenacious brandy; once every few minutes,

When I wanted to retain a splendidly formidable memory; I had a drink of fortified iron syrup; impregnating power to my being; power to my bones,

When I wanted to speak in slang; pretend an intrinsic part of the high society without actually belonging to it; I had a drink of pretentiously sleazy brown cola,

But when I wanted to lead life; I didn’t have any drink at all; for their was no magical liquid or extract made which would make me suffice its variety; infact it was an uphill struggle which was to be relentlessly fought; an invincible mission which no spurious drink on this earth could ever conquer.

The highways of sadistically unending brutality; were ghastily inundated with an infinite dividers of limitlessly indiscriminate and tyrannically lambasting hatred,

The highways of anomalously manipulated lies; were hedonistically inundated with an infinite dividers of fecklessly insane and truculently pernicious reproachfulness,

The highways of chauvinistically tarnished anarchy; were treacherously inundated with an infinite dividers of ignominiously demented and vindictively invidious
opposition,

The highways of gorily torturous death; were maliciously inundated with an infinite dividers of indescribably massacring and interminably agonizing misery,

The highways of unsparingly barbarous lies; were criminally inundated with an infinite dividers of ominously pulverizing and horrifically wanton sinfulness,

The highways of crazily beheading molestation; were disdainfully inundated with an infinite dividers of gruesomely opprobrious and inconsolably unsolicited suffering,

The highways of deliriously inane obsession; were pathetically inundated with an infinite dividers of penuriously tormented and haplessly dithering frustration,

The highways of lethally cold-blooded politics; were tawdrily inundated with an infinite dividers of never-endingly inexplicable and bizarrely slandering fear,

The highways of gratuitously profane slavery; were venomously inundated with an infinite dividers of horrendously dilapidated and cadaverously evanescent oppression,

The highways of preposterously robotic commercialism; were abhorrently inundated with an infinite dividers of sacrilegiously intolerable and wickedly debasing corruption,

The highways of indolently shriveled laziness; were perennially inundated with an infinite dividers of baselessly meandering and drearily unnecessary decay,

The highways of malevolently paranoid gloom; were surreptitiously inundated with an infinite dividers of interminably withering and atrociously debilitating disease,

The highways of meaninglessly ungainly cowardliness; were nonchalantly inundated with an infinite dividers of unrelentingly castigating and licentiously floundering infertility,

The highways of parsimoniously cursed illiteracy; were inevitably inundated with an infinite dividers of unsurpassably unforgivable and diabolically stabbing unemployment,

The highways of ghoulishly lonely widowhood; were sorrowfully inundated with an infinite dividers of unfathomably obfuscated and wretchedly deteriorating belief,

The highways of bawdily excoriating adultery; were immorally inundated with an infinite dividers of unforgivably beheading and endlessly amorphous cursedness,

The highways of indefatigably penalizing war; were unfaithfully inundated with an infinite dividers of nonsensically uncalled and ferociously hateful bloodshed,

The highways of acridly maligned betrayal; were vapidly inundated with an infinite dividers of unstoppably incarcerating and distastefully demonic darkness,

Whilst the highways of pricelessly immortal and unassailably divine love; never ever had; and never ever would have; any imperiling dividers.

I could wink exactly when I wanted to; shutting one of my lid with astoundingly articulate dexterity; and in wholesome entirety to the lugubriously manipulative
planet outside,

I could yawn exactly when I wanted to; thunderously stretching the contours of my lips to the most unprecedented limits; blissfully resonating into an unfathomably rampant valley of sounds soon thereafter,

I could walk exactly when I wanted to; uninhibitedly alighting my nimble foot from obdurate ground; paving an intrepidly sensuous path of my own; as the world disdainfully entangled in bizarrely disparaging business outside,

I could dance exactly when I wanted to; bountifully synchronizing the movements of my impoverished visage; to majestically blend with the tunes of the seductively tantalizing and milky night,

I could cry exactly when I wanted to; profusely squeezing the sockets of my beleaguered eyes; discordantly inundating even the most infinitesimal particle of the atmosphere; with an unsurpassable ocean of cacophonic wails,

I could whisper exactly when I wanted to; amiably rustling through the partially obfuscated periphery of my wandering lips; enshrouding every bit of belligerent retribution with ravishing enchantment,

I could write exactly when I wanted to; blissfully embellishing fathomless bits of barren paper; with poetry that poignantly diffused from the inner most soul and the Gods,

I could fantasize exactly when I wanted to; unequivocally unveiling the chords of diminutive brain to the stupendously ingratiating melody of this timeless earth; exotically delving into inscrutably titillating territories beyond the obsoletely unknown,

I could smile exactly when I wanted to; exuberantly puffing my enthrallingly rubicund cheeks; wholeheartedly letting the scintillating whites of my teeth harmoniously coalesce with all benign goodness outside,

I could philander exactly when I wanted to; flirtatiously elope behind the hills with the companion of my choice; handsomely allowing the golden rays of the Omnipotent Sun; to envelop me in impregnable entirety,

I could roll exactly when I wanted to; rampantly cascading down the gigantic mountains; regally caressing the veils of intrepidly exhilarating adventure; as I rhapsodically made my way down,

I could bathe exactly when I wanted to; rejuvenate the disastrously gruesome conglomerate of my nerves under the sparkling waterfalls; even after the heart of
unbelievably dark midnight,

I could fight exactly when I wanted to; mustering all mighty muscle in a just a single swirl; endeavoring my ultimate best to save my kin; philanthropically save my treacherously devastated motherland,

I could chatter exactly when I wanted to; clatter the piquant buds of my teeth umpteenth number of times in a single minute; shivering in uncontrollably nervous
waves of dithering skepticism,

I could eat exactly when I wanted to; celestially assimilating all salubrious fruits of this earth in my penurious palette; astonishingly replenishing each ingredient of my blood with nutrition divine,

I could sleep exactly when I wanted to; wholesomely obscuring my eyes with knots of perennially heavenly silk; irrefutably sequestering myself way beneath in the boundless dungeons; without even the most inconspicuous trace of sound or vibrant light,

I could evolve exactly when I wanted to; fascinatingly gathering all eclectically resplendent assets of the Almighty Lord; to stunningly metamorphose the complexion of this delinquently frazzled Universe,

I could breathe exactly when I wanted to; ebulliently permeating the dolorously remorseful atmosphere with fireballs of vivacious glory; igniting an inferno of
untamed celebration even in the center of the despicably deadened night,

O! yes; I could do this; and I could do that; and by the Grace of God I was a majestic master of my own destiny; symbiotically bonding with the eternally transcending
and divine,

But I had absolutely not the slightest control on my heart; as its passionately triumphant beats ecstatically wandered without my commands; bonding with all immortal love on this colossal planet; bonding with the spell binding spirit to lead
an infinite more lifetimes.

In order to combat the arrow of abhorrently maiming prejudice; I used the wave of bountifully compassionate and beautifully celestial; companionship,

In order to combat the arrow of baselessly dastardly fear; I used the mountains of unsurpassably fearless and peerlessly unblemished; courage,

In order to combat the arrow of libidinously penalizing raunchiness; I used the scent of righteously scintillating and divinely benign; humanity,

In order to combat the arrow of venomously acrid manipulation; I used the sword of exuberantly unflinching and altruistically blistering; patriotism,

In order to combat the arrow of lasciviously terrorizing drought; I used the cloud of inimitably crimson and gregariously perennial; rain,

In order to combat the arrow of fecklessly frigid depression; I used the sea of rhapsodically untamed and fragrantly effervescent; happiness,

In order to combat the arrow of turgidly brutal monotony; I used the sky of fathomlessly ingratiating and timelessly triumphant; freedom,

In order to combat the arrow of egregiously fetid laziness; I used the mist of spell bindingly exhilarating and blessedly proliferating; newness,

In order to combat the arrow of irrationally indiscriminating greed; I used the mantra of eternally fantastic and benevolently tranquil; selflessness,

In order to combat the arrow of hedonistically salacious slavery; I used the rainbow of vivaciously victorious and irrefutably unassailable; freedom,

In order to combat the arrow of deliriously diabolical insanity; I used the inferno of harmoniously seductive and perpetually symbiotic; mankind,

In order to combat the arrow of lackadaisically directionless dereliction; I used the Sun of timelessly ticking and everlastingly blazing; truth,

In order to combat the arrow of torturously tormenting chauvinism; I used the meadows of holistically placating and impregnably priceless; simplicity,

In order to combat the arrow of vindictively fretful debauchery; I used the tunes of uninhibitedly embracing and ubiquitously uniting; poetry,

In order to combat the arrow of bizarrely estranged commercialism; I used the panacea of vividly efficacious and invincibly bonding; brotherhood,

In order to combat the arrow of treacherously asphyxiating boredom; I used the cisterns of fantastically fantasizing and tantalizingly silken; sensuousness,

In order to combat the arrow of invidiously incarcerating betrayal; I used the tonic of
irretrievably unending and tirelessly unfettered; faith,

In order to combat the arrow of poisonously pernicious death; I used the carpet of surreally enigmatic and bounteously heavenly; life,

But in order to combat the arrow of immortally unshakable love; I didn’t use; not did I ever wanted to use even the most infinitesimal of defense; as I let it wholeheartedly pierce the corridors of my penuriously slavering heart; let it liberate me forever and ever and ever; from the tensions of greedy life; from the aftermaths of ghastly death.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of penalizingly noxious prejudice; with my fists overwhelmingly raring to pulverize all around me; into inconspicuously threadbare shit,
All I could see was clouds with vindictive streaks of manipulatively beguiling violet; threateningly seeming to brutally strangulate the very fabric of enchanting existence.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of lecherously augmenting discontent; with even the most replenishing of riches failing to trigger the slightest jubilation in my preposterously greedy life,
All I could see was clouds with cataclysmically malicious streaks of dirty grey, perniciously adulterating the impeccable fountain of mesmerizing existence.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of remorseful anguish; with my persona treacherously abandoning even the most humanitarian sects of the blissfully sagacious society,
All I could see was clouds with thunderous reverberations of gory red; raining down unrelentingly cold-blooded downpours of diabolical hell.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of indefatigably castigating rebuke; with my tongue lambasting sardonically heinous abuse at even the most bountifully blooming entity that it encountered in its way,
All I could see was clouds with decaying tinges of lugubriously decaying yellow; insidiously plotting every unfurling second of the day to baselessly pulverize melodiously exotic existence.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of raunchy uxoriousness; being irrevocably drawn towards sleazily derogatory smoke; vixen and wine,
All I could see was clouds with thunderbolts of perfidiously white lightening; intractably bent upon metamorphosing every aspect of glorious existence into
mists of meaningless chowder.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of horrifically debilitating insanity; with every cranny of my countenance maniacally marauding even the most holistic ingredient of the spell bindingly rhapsodic atmosphere,
All I could see was clouds with pugnacious battlefields of ghastly brown; salaciously trying their best to corrupt the ingratiatingly majestic charisma of vibrant existence.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of tasteless exasperation; tirelessly fuming and fretting at even the most fantastically reinvigorating shades of my inexorably fantasizing mind,
All I could see was clouds with abominably lackadaisical grains of chalky turquoise;
surreptitiously planning to nondescriptly imprison; the regally soaring colors
of ebulliently euphoric existence.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of treacherous nonchalance; slithering like an infidel insect in the marshes of desperation; without the tiniest of mission or ambition in vivacious life,
All I could see was clouds with sordid maelstroms of disparagingly dolorous black; torturously thrashing and uprooting the tree of marvelously aristocratic existence.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of satanic disbelief; not trusting even the most blazing inferno of patriotically perpetual truth,
All I could see was clouds with inconspicuous traces of ephemeral blue; venomously poisoning the sacrosanct demeanor of existence to abscond towards the graveyards of non-existent death.

When I looked up at the sky in my states of criminal hatred; parasitically sucking innocent blood; just in order to spuriously titillate the already scrumptiously rejuvenated trajectories of my skin,
All I could see was clouds with tyrannical prisons of cheating green; miserably eluding eternally iridescent existence of its; profoundly bountiful passion and graciousness.

But when I looked up at the sky in my states of perennially unassailable love; harboring nothing else but the spirit of timeless companionship in my heart; for every caste; creed; religion and organism; royally alike,
I saw no clouds at all; not even the most mercurial trace of devilish savagery around; as all that stared into my innocuous eyes was the Omnipotent light of the Sun; which immortally enlightened me to live and let live; forever and ever and ever.