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Bizarre loneliness when I was writing; after all who’d sit beside an eccentrically fanatic brain; try and decipher the infinite wild fantasies that engulfed each ounce of his soul
till times beyond eternity,

Wretched loneliness when I was eating; after all who’d relish the prospect of waiting till forgetfully odd hours of the day and night; to see me devour gigantic chunks of food at a time; with my unkempt bohemian hands,

Crippling loneliness when I was driving; after all who had the zeal to wade through a boundless kilometers on the trot on plain roads; transported to another world of divine sublimity—with the congruent and incongruent beats of full volume music,

Insane loneliness when I was on bed; after all who’d want to stay wide awake like the ghoulish owl all night; and then snore like a dead man as the Sun unrelentingly blazed and burnt all arid day,

Vindictive loneliness when I was in a formal party; after all who’d want to stand with an emotional fool who spoke like a new born baby with his heart; shrugging deep into his shell amidst the tiniest manipulative subtleties of the tongue,

Forlorn loneliness when I was walking; after all who’d want to amble with a person who kept unabashedly gazing at the sky—divulging his innermost secrets with it; rather than trust the frivolously prejudiced human race,

Abject loneliness when I was angry; after all who’d want to be beside an individual who was insanely ready to quit his life that very moment; for protecting even the tiniest leaf of the tree which the society outside massacred on various religious pretexts,

Egregious loneliness when I was victorious; after all who’d want to be a part of ones ecstatically unabashed celebrations; which saw one cuddle just like an inconsolably crying newborn child; into the lap stretched from the idol of the Creator Divine,

Disastrous loneliness when I faltered and floundered; after all who’d want to be a part of a reclusively dogmatic losing camp; in this world where each second unfurling was defined as quick money,

Despairing loneliness when I bonded into matrimony; after all who’d accept an esoteric recluse lost in an entrenchment of enigma 24 X 7; when there were so many societal formalities to be relished & fulfilled,

Sadistic loneliness when I ventured to earn; after all who’d pat the back of an employee who made the entire organization bankrupt in a single instant; donating every bit of wealth towards philanthropy and all ailing living kind,

Inexplicable loneliness when I chatted with my kin; after all who’d want their sibling to be writing poetry sitting at home all the time; when the society outside was minting millions with every stroke of technology,

Brutal loneliness when I visited the doctor; after all who’d associate with an epitome of fanatic sensitivity; wherein the world stood wholesomely ready to be clinically cured & executed,

Jinxed loneliness when I tried to save mother nature; after who’d want to make me a friend and thus relinquish cutting those freshly born branches of the tree; which were infact an ungainly nuisance to their otherwise crystal clear vision,

Debilitating loneliness when I visited the Temple; Mosque; Church or Monastery; after all who’d like to befriend someone who trespassed beyond his own religion; visualizing only a singleton form of the Lord in each holy place of bountiful worship,

Insidious loneliness when I converted into humanity; after all who’d like to chat with someone who’d chosen a religion which simply wasn’t defined in the infinite pages of what their ancestors and society had to say,

Satanic loneliness when I adopted a child; after all who’d want to mingle their potently masculine or feminine shadows; with a man whom they thought had adopted; only for he was too weak to procreate his very own blood,

Diabolical loneliness when I died; after all who’d want to associate even in the most remotest possible way with the lifeless; in their so alled triumphant terminologies and successful management mantras of ife,

And though all my life I refused to believe this; but how true was it when God said; that man comes on this earth without anything; continues to symbiotically exist without anything; and eventually goes under the soil; again without anything.

After all who are we to challenge his Omnipotent principles of existence?

Man pathetically stumbled on every step that he tread; taking Herculean loads of time to find his footing amidst the perilously slippery landscapes,
God unassailably controlled even the most infinitesimal movement of every entity; tangible or intangible on the trajectory of this fathomless earth; majestically and all the time.

Man profoundly concentrated only at one thing at a time; sporadically fantasizing every now again; into an entrenchment of insatiable wilderness,
God unshakably controlled even the most mercurial thought that diffused from the minds of every organism; on the canvas of this bountifully resplendent Universe.

Man committed an unsurpassable ocean of fallacies in his lifetime; inevitably erring when the winds of difficulty crept in an iota too harshly for the nimbly ingratiating body,
God irrefutably controlled even the most parsimonious traces of destiny of every organism; being the overwhelmingly impeccable entrenchment of righteousness in its soul.

Man ludicrously wilted as the horrifically ghastly impediments in his way; intensified their pressure an infinitesimal trifle,
God regally controlled even the most inconspicuous trace of strength of every organism; philanthropically endowing it with an insurmountable tenacity to massacre all evil with the sword of eternally scintillating humanity.

Man unwittingly wilted under the truculent pressure of the savagely acrimonious society; clambering the ladder of blatantly gory lies right since the very first cry of life,
God Omnisciently controlled even the most diminutive cry of every organism; metamorphosing its salaciously abusive demeanor into a fathomless paradise of
patriotic truth.

Man disastrously failed at umpteenth occasions of mystical life; spending many an indefatigable night in the dungeons of disparagingly inexplicable gloom,
God Omnipotently controlled even the most insipid longing of every organism; blazingly deluging its existence with an unending fireball of gloriously exhilarating optimism.

Man wholesomely shut his eyes at the downfall of midnight; sequestering himself in the impregnable delights of his abode to thoroughly wade off the onslaught of the mercilessly wandering devil,
God resplendently controlled even the most ethereal dreams of every organism; ingratiatingly embellishing its soul and conscience with a garland of perpetually
ubiquitous togetherness.
Man hopelessly sweated under the tyrannically treacherous rays of the Sun; disdainfully gasping for rejuvenating air in a civilization enshrouded with insidiously ghastly pollution,
God Omnipresently controlled even the most ephemeral breaths of every organism; bestowing it with a splendidly synergistic resilience; to lead a fathomless more lifetimes.

And man incessantly kept aimlessly strolling between the lanes of companionship and malicious betrayal; vacillating like an extinguishing matchstick to the whiplashes of unforgiving destiny,
While God immortally controlled even the most evanescent beat of every organism; flooding its survival with the waterfall of love; love and nothing else but everlastingly enchanting love.

If you were the redolent rose; shooting delectably from ravishing crusts of brown soil,
Then please bestow upon me your scent; flooding the most intricate of my senses with your stupendous fragrance.

If you were the colossal sky; profusely embedded with a cocoon of magnificently silken clouds,
Then please shower upon me droplets of enchanting rain; drenching my persona wholesomely with tantalizing globules of fresh water.

If you were the gigantic tree; prolifically impregnated with succulently delicious cherries and a cluster of salubrious fruit,
Then please drop a berry or two in my lap; making me relish the unsurpassably mesmerizing taste of mother nature.

If you were the mountain; completely engulfed by a blanket of incredulously white and crystalline snow,
Then please melt upon me your stream of sparkling liquid; profoundly titillating every pore of my frigid and lackluster skin.

If you were the celestial body of flaming Sun; blazing in flamboyant fervor all throughout the blistering day,
Then please besiege me with your festoon of fiery rays; generating waves of euphoric passion in my dreary demeanor.

If you were the resplendent battalion of marvelously shimmering stars; scattered in immortal harmony on the map of the boundless cosmos,
Then please allure me in the beam of your unending charm; the inscrutable enigma in your poignant shine.

If you were a mammoth elephant; having invincible fortitude embodied in your tusks and legs,
Then please impart me with a little skill to defend myself; sharing just few secrets of your mind boggling strength.

If you were the sacrosanct cow; being worshipped ubiquitously for your incomprehensible prowess to bless mankind,
Then please give me a few droplets of your holy milk; supremely rejuvenate my every morning with the adorable river of your pious energy.

If you were an astute Businessman; cunningly manipulating every move in the industry; stashing your warehouses with exorbitant wealth and unparalleled affluence,
Then please elucidate me with some tricks of your trade; giving me a chance to fight for my survival in this ruthlessly selfish world.

If you were the sweltering sands of golden desert; harboring billions of tons of
sand and vivacious cactus,
Then please impart me with minuscule fractions of your tumultuously compassionate heat; to illuminate and enlighten my gruesomely frozen night.

If you were the royally oligarchic castle; harboring infinite numbers of supremely majestic rooms,
Then please give me some space to live however minuscule; to sequester my head from the tyranny of the satanic devil; the bitterness of the gorgeously voluptuous night.

If you were the frozen slab of benevolent ice; dribbling painstakingly as the afternoon augmented its pace,
Then please tell a chunk of yours to be my pillow; when I was struck disastrously by the brunt of disastrous drought.

If you were the melodious nightingale perched blissfully on the hills; captivating the hearts of all ages with your seductive voice,
Then please recite to me just one of your tunes; flooding my life and soul with unprecedented happiness.

If you were the ocean with vivaciously swirling waves; rising and falling incessantly before clashing against the rugged chain of cold rocks,
Then please splash a trifle on my obscurely tiny window; evoking fathomless tremors of sheer exultation to creep up poignantly down my spine.

If you were a girl with hazel shades of eye; an unprejudiced heart throbbing violently in your impeccable chest; a desire to audaciously fight against whatever odds that confronted you in your path,
Then please spare a moment of yours in my life; making me feel that I had good friend to lean upon.

If you were a mother who loved her child immensely; unrelentingly devoting every unfurling minute of yours in harnessing his innocuous blood and flesh,
Then please take me in your lap just once; teach me how to discerningly discriminate between all the good and ominously bad.

And if you were Almighty God; diffusing your omnipotent aura in every little cranny of this Universe; holding it upright on the nail tip of your tiny finger,
Then please make me one of your disciple out of the countless already existing; give me the power to fight every hurdle; embody in me the tenacity to lead life; and over and above all bestow upon me the philanthropic ability to serve all mankind.

Don’t make me immune to resplendent emotions; but make me irrefutably immune to all those outrageously overruling them; brutally pulverizing them under a carpet of insidious monotony,

Don’t make me immune to bountifully captivating beauty; but make me intransigently immune to all those mercilessly marauding and ruthlessly neglecting it,

Don’t make me immune to fathomless lands of enchanting grass; but make me incorrigibly immune to all those diabolically spitting and barbarically chopping them,

Don’t make me immune to undulating waves of the ravishing sea; but make me irrevocably immune to all those derogatorily adulterating and corrupting them with nuclear warfare,

Don’t make me immune to the astoundingly Omnipotent scent of the gregarious lotus; but make me irretrievably immune to all those uncouthly devastating its stupendous serenity; with their swords of bizarre commercialism,

Don’t make me immune to the majestically divine rays of the flamboyant Sun; but make me unsurpassably immune to all those lecherously castigating them for their sweltering shine,

Don’t make me immune to tantalizingly spell binding fantasy; but make me irrevocably immune to all those invidiously massacring it with graveyards of abhorrent prejudice,

Don’t make me immune to grandiloquently glittering gold coins; but make me intractably immune to all those pompously tossing them; rather than helping
despicably beleaguered mankind,

Don’t make me immune to melodiously singing birds; but make me unfathomably immune to all those tyrannically slitting their throats; to spuriously toast for surreptitious nocturnal delights,

Don’t make me immune to the symbiotically harmonious religion of humanity; but make me unprecedentedly immune to all those invidiously infiltrating it with
pathetically infinitesimal idiosyncrasies of caste; creed and discriminating color,

Don’t make me immune to unconquerably priceless truth; but make me dogmatically immune to all those satanically degrading it with an acrimoniously fretful battlefield of blatant lies,

Don’t make me immune to effusively jubilant tears; but make me wholesomely immune to all those who kept relentlessly crying; despite having all the wealth on
this gorgeously fathomless Universe,

Don’t make me immune to immortally Omniscient martyrs; but make me boundlessly immune to all those who insipidly ridiculed and forlornly condemned their acts of gloriously altruistic heroism,

Don’t make me immune to the voluptuous shadows of sensuousness; but make me overwhelmingly immune to all those tried to burn them in the swirl of abominably
clockwork machinery,

Don’t make me immune to ingratiatingly enigmatic mysticism; but make me truculently immune to all those believing in nothing else but the disdainfully boring
ticktocking of time,

Don’t make me immune to synergistically surviving wildlife; but make me entirely immune to all those beheading innocent animals; just to placate that inconspicuously extra bit of taste in their nonchalant tongues,

Don’t make me immune to eternally fructifying friendship; but make me uncompromisingly immune to all those salaciously trying to poison it with the fangs
of indescribably sordid greed,

Don’t make me immune to blissfully earthly and panoramically natural sounds; but make me indomitably immune to all those agonizingly trying to trample them; with the voices of threadbare superficiality,

Don’t make me immune to the heavenly seductive cisterns of pungent breath; but make me timelessly immune to all those wanting to deliberately snap it; with maelstroms of indiscriminately unending hatred,

And don’t make me immune to the immortally sacrosanct chapters of love and the heart O! Almighty Lord; but make me perpetually immune to all those not harboring
respect for them; paving their way ahead in life like cold-blooded parasites.

The most perfect day for “Cricket” was; when the Sun blazed indefatigably from fathomless sky; with brilliantly invincible streams of light and air transcending everything else in the atmosphere,

The most perfect day for “Adventuring” was; when the mists of unparalleled
sensuousness dribbled from every conceivable leaf of the forest; when every ingredient of soil on which you tread was engulfed with tantalizingly fresh
globules of rain,

The most perfect day for ” War ” was; when your battalion of soldiers were consummately equipped and armed; and more so when the desire to win for their impoverished motherland reigned the most supreme in their hearts,

The most perfect day for ” Chess” was; when you stretched the corridors of
your imagination even beyond the uncannily extraordinary; interminably concentrating every unfurling instant; like the mid-day Sun,

The most perfect day for ” Hunting” was; when stony silence overruled every
trajectory of the boundless forests; fomenting you to surreptitiously approach your hedonistically man-eater prey,

The most perfect day for ” Fantasizing” was; when an unsurpassable cradle of
voluptuously enchanting clouds embellished every bit of barren sky; enamoring even the most fecklessly stagnating pore of your skin with unceasingly blessed rhapsody,

The most perfect day for ” Dancing” was; when every blade of hair on your
fantastically virile skin; stood up in effulgent exhilaration towards the astounding semi-crescent of the pearly Moon,

The most perfect day for ” Kite-Flying” was; when uninhibitedly triumphant
draughts of wind inundated every cranny of the atmosphere; unbelievably transported holistic thread and paper to serenaded heights of blue sky,

The most perfect day for ” Football” was; when millions of fans cheered in
ecstatic unison; everytime the ball headed towards the goal post under the
flamboyantly sweltering rays of the mid-day Sun,

The most perfect day for ” Skating” was; when even the most inconspicuous
portion of soil that you tread; metamorphosed into beautifully untainted
white ice,

The most perfect day for ” Whistling” was; when even the most weirdest of
your dreams; your every earnestly philanthropic effort in the chapter of
vibrant life; seemed to be fructifying into the most blissfully unconquerable of reality,

The most perfect day for ” Bathing” was; when the ravishingly shimmering waterfall ardently invited you; to feast upon its perpetually reinvigorating spray as it cascaded victoriously and freely into the valley of bewitchingly untamed wilderness,

The most perfect day for ” Wrestling” was; when even the most dolorously
dying muscle of your body; insatiably urged to punch its way; to fight for its very own symbiotic right; through the fabric of this endless Universe,

The most perfect day for ” Examination” was; when the person you loved; adored and worshipped the most; inexhaustibly stood by your side as your most unflinching mate; even as the planet commenced to wholesomely extinguish and subside,

The most perfect day for ” Driving” was; when you felt the benign spirit of your soul blend with your car and road; when whichever trail you chose to go took you towards an epitome higher than the skies,

The most perfect day for ” Partying” was; when people of all caste; creed; tribe; color and race; invincibly melanged as the most celestially endowed gathering under the Sun; united in waves of symbiotic brotherhood for times immemorial,

The most perfect day for ” Swimming” was; when each wave of the sea glistened in spell-binding harmony with impregnably golden sunshine; when the shores became your ultimate abode and the majestic sea your only savior,

The most perfect day for “Living” was; when the nostrils were not just greedy for inhaling and solely flooding their individual lungs with unprecedented euphoria; but wanted to bestow happiness on countless other lives as well; altruistically exhaling out the same,

Whist the most perfect day for “Love” is every unfurling moment; every sensuous night; every blazing day; irrespective of any circumstance; situation; belonging or activity; so start to fall in love; replenish with love; blossom into love; make priceless love every beat of your immortally palpitating heart; this very moment today.

I relentlessly slavered when I was gruesomely tanned; by the rays of bizarrely decrepit and remorsefully maiming; manipulation,

I unrelentingly digressed when I was barbarically tanned; by the rays of sordidly penurious and salaciously incarcerating; lechery,

I pathetically staggered when I was invidiously tanned; by the rays of savagely forlorn and disgustingly disgruntled; politics,

I uncontrollably bled when I was flagrantly tanned; by the rays of sonorously monotonous and indiscriminately bestial; commercialism,

I unstoppably trembled when I was brutally tanned; by the rays of diabolically cold-blooded and insidiously macabre; rioting,

I traumatically wailed when I was disparagingly tanned; by the rays of bawdily unthinkable and lethally jailing; betrayal,

I disconsolately licked lackadaisical soil when I was hideously tanned; by the rays of disastrously malicious and obnoxiously iconoclastic; solitude,

I miserably tottered when I was ominously tanned; by the rays of truculently tyrannical and torturously cadaverous; stagnation,

I disdainfully shattered when I was egregiously tanned; by the rays of fecklessly indolent and preposterously vapid; unemployment,

I horrendously crumbled when I was inclemently tanned; by the rays of unsparingly derogatory and treacherously truncating; conventionalism,

I devastatingly disappeared when I was perniciously tanned; by the rays of devilishly sinister and parsimoniously pillaging; lies,

I hopelessly immolated when I was dastardly tanned; by the rays of haplessly rancid and clandestinely slandering; fear,

I aimlessly collapsed when I was abhorrently tanned; by the rays of raunchily desolate and licentiously unworthy; indifference,

I murderously rotted when I was uncouthly tanned; by the rays of insanely pulverizing and ghoulishly lambasting; deliriousness,

I sleazily extinguished when I was acerbically tanned; by the rays of cataclysmically intolerable and atrociously avaricious; caste and creed,

I dichotomously dissolved when I was lasciviously tanned; by the rays of posthumously mordant and perilously cacophonic; corruption,

I tirelessly vomited when I was ignominiously tanned; by the rays of vindictively victimizing and venomously vagabond; war,

I perpetually died when I was opprobriously tanned; by the rays of criminally inhuman and morbidly whipping; rejection,

But I Immortalized my life as well as the lives of my comrades in disoriented despair when I was majestically tanned; by the rays of royally everlasting and Omnipotently impregnable; love.

This man living was a blessing to earth,
His character truly spotless and bright,
With every bit of immaculate truth in it,
In a great vast and mangled world of politics,
Resolved to serve the nation
And to be a true stalwart cum true knight.

His persevering hand always got up for the right cause,
To crush evil with a strong force,
And gave infinite masses of people renewed hope.
His ideas were as firm as bare unprocessed bricks,
Bore tense enigmatic moments in peace,
And let ghastly crime on earth cease.
A quick glimpse of his wheatish face,
Can reveal a just and fair case.
His steps to righteous success were never stopped,
As they got mighty obstacles chopped.
He pointed to the right way,
Kept people round the globe always gay.
The essence of his benevolent deeds spread far and wide,
Prepares all humans for the onerous bout.
The ashes of his body still depict,
As to where the real freedom of India lives.

The calm which the stringent day miserably dithered to
provide; was profoundly imparted by the chilly breeze
of the dark night,

the tumultuous passion which the austerely acerbic day
failed to provide; was profoundly imparted by the
agony of the resplendent night,

The ocean of dreams which the acrimonious day
floundered every second to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the mesmerizing fantasy of the velvety
night,

The cloud of tingling sensations which the sultry day
stumbled to provide; was profoundly imparted by the
tantalizing charisma of the moonlit night,

The poignant aroma of romance which the brilliantly
sweltering day tripped to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the overwhelmingly silvery night,

The delectably sweet flavor which the harshly
perspiring day dawdled to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the surreal and stormy night,

The stupendous congeniality which the monstrously
illuminated day succumbed to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the superlatively friendly and voluptuous
night,

The tunnel of unrelenting adventure which the
monotonous day ludicrously refrained to provide; was
profoundly imparted by the spell binding and
exotically perfumed night,

The astoundingly fragrant aura which the nondescript
day faltered to provide; was profoundly imparted by
the piquantly pepped up night,

The enigmatic tales of fascinating mystery which the
day abysmally shirked to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the enticing and profusely titillating night,

The vivacious rainbow of colors which the incorrigibly
boring day fluttered to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the gorgeously whispering night,

The flamboyant rays of fire which the cloudy day
horrendously nictitated to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the vividly vibrant night,

The dreary trail of incredulous sedation that the day
obnoxiously dwindled to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the incomprehensibly seductive night,

The magical wave of longing that the stoical day
irrevocably refused to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the mystically simmering night,

The cold beads of unprecedented exhilaration that the
abysmally hot day pathetically slithered to provide;
was profoundly imparted by the majestic and princely night,

The ardently milky aroma which the intractably bright
day disastrously shivered to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the ravishingly dainty night,

The unparalleled tremors of ecstasy which the brutal
beams of day insurmountably struggled to provide; was
profoundly imparted by the stringently spicy winds of night,

The opulent showers of nostalgia which the murderously
blazing day wavered to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the opalescent shades of the night,

And the celestial stupor which the savagely bubbling
day thoroughly failed to provide; was profoundly
imparted by the magnificently enchanting night.

Dark forked lines sprawling on flesh,
stretching wildly on soft areas of palm,
crisscrossed with stars, circles, triangular
indentations,
bifurcating hand skin into several compartments,
oval islands depicting inevitable tensions,
chained strings highlighting spells of discomfort,
forked terminations, resulting in webs of imagination,
protuberant mounts, a must for prosperity,
angularly curved thumb, a sign of flexibility,
blazing tinge’s of red, demonstrating radiant health,
sacred specks of brown portraying affluence,
with the trio of main lines being,
that of life, heart, and intricate mind,
all having an eminent bearing on vagaries of life,
studded firmly on interior skin mass,
arising while in Luke warm recesses of womb,
with tiny fists being divested of movement,
gaining in prominence with advancing age,
a hot subject of contention in astral groups,
indispensable to be compared,
before tying threads of holy matrimony,
an issue of permutated deliberation,
causing religious blasphemy on asiatic land,
i stare at my palm for long hours,
trying to unfold my future in scattered lines, fading
skin of magical palm.

Our eyes were made only to poignantly stare at each other; with even the most boundless of Universe outside; miserably stumbling in their attempts; of breaking our profoundly spell binding compassion,

Our hands were made only to ardently intertwine with each other; with even the most countless of Universe outside; pathetically staggering; every time it tried to; disintegrate our everlastingly enchanting spirit of solidarity,

Our ears were made only to fervently listen to each other; with even the most fathomless of Universe outside; ludicrously tasting dust; every time it tried to; perpetuate our united vicinity with its unfathomable flurry of prejudiced sounds,

Our lips were made only to handsomely kiss each other; with even the most unlimited of Universe outside; disdainfully vomiting stink; every time it tried to;
barbarically butcher our aisles of sensuous timelessness,

Our cheeks were made only to voluptuously tingle each other; with even the most unending of Universe outside; preposterously faltering; every time it tried to; insidiously infiltrate our immaculate virility with its vindictively ominous diabolism,

Our destinies were made only to majestically blend with each other; with even the most endless of Universe outside; digging its veritable corpse; every time it tried to; savagely permeate our existence with the clouds of commercial blackness,

Our voices were made only to euphorically sing with each other; with even the most relentless of Universe outside; sordidly sinking in its grave of doom; every time it tried to; invidiously pilfer its worthless cacophony in our impregnable rhyme of a united existence,

Our blood was made only to perennially coalesce with each other; with even the most colossal of Universe outside; becoming an inconspicuous fraction of its formidable self; every time it tried to; mélange abhorrently spurious religion in our uninhibited
existence,

Our bellies were made only to tantalizingly dance with each other; with even the most gigantic of Universe outside; being pulverized to infinitesimal ash; every time it tried to; maliciously disrupt our titillating ebullience in the heart of the resplendently starry
night,

Our shadows were made only to ecstatically frolic with each other; with even the most Herculean of Universe outside; retracting to insipid nothingness; every time
it tried to; satanically overrule our eternal forms with its cold-blooded sardonism,
Our chins were made only to beautifully stupefy each other; with even the most everlasting of Universe outside; shrinking to an infinitesimal matchstick; every time it tried to; acrimoniously disrupt our regally priceless and exotic essence of sharing,

Our teeth were made only to mischievously nibble each other; with even the most unprecedented of Universe outside; reducing to a mocking caricature of meaninglessness; every time it tried to; brutally massacre our unshakable relationship; with venomously exonerating lechery,

Our shoulders were made only to indefatigably march abreast each other; with even the most incomprehensible of Universe outside; transforming to flagrant despair; every time it tried to; salaciously poison our blazingly benign patriotism,

Our feet were made only to triumphantly surge forward with each other; with even the most unrelenting of Universe outside; tirelessly tasting threadbare dust; every time it tried to; menacingly deluge our intrepid survival; with the dungeons of penalizing cowardice,

Our hair were made only to exhilaratingly blow together; with even the most ever pervading of Universe outside; ridiculously retreating into its shell of unpardonable shame; every time it tried to; bombard our innocuous survival; with its
entrenchments of deliberate doom,

Our skins were made only to bountifully sweat with each other; with even the most overwhelming of Universe outside; ludicrously collapsing in a heap of bedraggled non-existence; every time it tried to; numb our blistering nerves with avalanches of insane melancholy,

Our nostrils were made only to blissfully breathe with each other; with even the most unfathomable of Universe outside; shattering into an infinite pieces; every time it tried to; tyrannically penetrate into our sacrosanct fortress of perpetual sharing,

Our souls were made only to last a countless more births with each other; with even the most unshakable of Universe outside; horrifically forgetting its very own identity; every time it tried to; viciously bludgeon our belief’s in the Almighty divine; with its
sword of devilish manipulation,

And our hearts were made only to immortally love each other; with even the most proliferating of Universe outside; being thrashed into disparagingly despondent
oblivion; every time it tried to; uncouthly massacre our enigmatic passion; with its pistols of rigid convention.