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Who the senseless says that I insatiably craved for your wonderfully tantalizing smiles every instant; to blissfully lead the chapter of vivaciously beautiful life?
As a matter of fact; I inexorably drowned myself in the same; to profusely enjoy ghastly death to its ultimate fullest; till times immemorial.

Who the lackadaisical says that I unrelentingly yearned for your seductively rampant senses every instant; to bountifully unfurl the unsurpassably vibrant colors of life?
As a matter of fact; I tempestuously drowned myself in the same; to insurmountably enjoy gory death to its ultimate fullest; till infinite more births yet to come.

Who the dastardly says that I unstoppably ached for your beautifully embellished eyelashes ever instant; to bask in the unshakably enthralling aura of timeless life?
As a matter of fact; I wildly drowned myself in the same; to fathomlessly enjoy macabre death to its ultimate fullest; till centuries unprecedented.

Who the feckless says that I dogmatically wished for your majestically silken caress every instant; to trigger a boundless civilization of ingratiatingly exuberant life?
As a matter of fact; I extravagantly drowned myself in the same; to limitlessly enjoy satanic death to its ultimate fullest; till moments unceasing and galore.

Who the preposterous says that I unendingly trembled for your melodiously enticing voice every instant; to uncontrollably bathe in a valley of euphorically fantastic life?
As a matter of fact; I irrevocably drowned myself in the same; to profoundly enjoy ominous death to its ultimate fullest; till countless more world’s to come.

Who the idiosyncratic says that I indefatigably aspired for your charismatically electric sweat every instant; to fructify into the most eternally handsome fruits of spellbindingly enigmatic life?
As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in the same; to regally enjoy sadistic death to its ultimate fullest; till incomprehensibly inexhaustible of times.

Who the nonsensical says that I hysterically longed for your lusciously enamoring sweetness every instant; to fabulously bloom into the paradise of marvelously fragrant life?
As a matter of fact; I unconquerably drowned myself in the same; to uninhibitedly enjoy barbaric death to its ultimate fullest; till boundaries and limits indefinable.

Who the decrepit says that I tirelessly hankered for your rhapsodically titillating blushing; to spawn into the most symbiotically emollient effulgence of blessing life?
As a matter of fact; I indomitably drowned myself in the same; to prolifically enjoy hedonistic death to its ultimate fullest; till the time existence continued to thrive.

And Who the treacherous says that I maniacally slavered for your ardently fresh-bride love; to magnificently replenish into the whirlwind of perennially compassionate life?
As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in the same; to ravishingly enjoy bizarre death to its ultimate fullest; till earth blended wholesomely with azure sky.

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unlimitedly ignited passion when we rolled on profusely rain soaked grass; as marvelously as its peerlessly infallible contours,

Nonone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unconquerably divinely embrace under the optimistically rising Sun; as majestically as its flawlessly twinkling contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unassailably ardent emotion as we uninhibitedly divulged the innermost arenas of our heart; as aristocratically as its victoriously unimpeachable contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; fervently tracing each pore of our skins like the greatest of artists; as its triumphantly benign contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; endlessly humming an infinite unabashed tunes of freshly found happiness; as its poignantly enthralling contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insuperably glorious unity; when we clung to each other like never before in the profoundly tangy waves of the undulating ocean; as its inimitably undefeated contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; eternally unfettered playfulness when we poked each other in the ribs with our bohemian toe; as its regally unshakable contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insatiably magnetic arousal; when every conceivable hair on our skin stood up till the ultimate peak of Everest; as its peerlessly innocuous contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unwontedly exhilarating nakedness; when we tantalizingly chased each other in the rapturously moonless night; as its gregariously unbiased contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; everlastingly voluptuous intimacy; when the most luscious tinge of our lips blended with the fabric of the entire Universe; as its earnestly sparkling contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; bewitchingly unparalleled ecstasy; when we fearlessly intermingled each of our breaths in the broadest of daylight; as its affably immaculate contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; innocently unconquerable passion; when we timelessly stared into the inscrutable whites of our eyes; as its marvelously endowed contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; intrepidly emancipating adventure; when we tirelessly explored every seductively enrapturing pathway of mother nature; as its amiably mesmerizing contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; pricelessly humanitarian bonding; when we forever and ardently coalesced each finger of our palms irrespective of caste/creed/color or tribe; as its splendidly replenishing contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; triumphantly unceasing exultation; when we’d eaten the first meal of our life together in the same altruistic leaf; as its handsomely befitting contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; extraordinarily reverberating sensuousness; when we traced even the most inconspicuous bone of our shivering spines with our tongues; as its iridescently blessed contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; symbiotically redolent proliferation; when we held our new born baby daughter in our delightedly effervescent palms; as its adroitly chiseled contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; immortally blessed love; when we’d first met and proposed in the Omnisciently unshakable realms of the mosque; as its regally harmonious contours,

And can you believe it! Even after doing so much for us; portraying our love so perpetually and in an infinite of its magical forms; to a boundless more of our future generations; the world still stupidly said; that the photograph was spinelessly emotionless and “Lifeless”.

Who could have ever imagined that the flower so redolent and fresh in the morning; would one day collapse towards the ground in a shriveled heap?

Who could have ever imagined that the grass so green and lush in bustling autumn; would resemble a ghastly brown in the middle of inclement winter?

Who could have ever imagined that the waves swirling vivaciously in the heart of the ocean; would be frigid streams of water as they reached the silver shorelines?

Who could have ever imagined that the poignant candle flames illuminating the atmosphere; would eventually die a cowardly death with the slightest of breeze?

Who could have ever imagined that the succulent fruit of raspberry; would gruesomely rot and decay in an ambience of dead straw?

Who could have ever imagined that the immaculate and crisp fabric of shirt in the morning; would develop a plethora of blotches after undergoing the tyranny of the day?

Who could have ever imagined that the profoundly scintillating chain of white silver; would one day evolve peels of deplorable rust?

Who could have ever imagined that the milk so revitalizing and tingling; would transit into bitter cream; after a few hours of exposure in stringent light?

Who could have ever imagined that the formidable fortress constructed of exquisite quality iron and mortar; would one day lie blended with the dust; after undergoing the aftermath of a devastating earthquake?
Who could have ever imagined that the cluster of teeth so scintillating and white at dawn; would transit their demeanor into a pallid yellow after consuming the first meal of the day?

Who could have ever imagined that the crystalline gurgling stream cascading down mountain slopes in the peak of monsoon; would be a mere trickle of its original self in acerbic heat of summer?

Who could have ever imagined that crimson blood circulating rampantly through the veins; would metamorphose itself into a colorless liquid; when struck with deadly cancer?

Who could have ever imagined that the appetizing slice of toast dipped in mesmerizing marmalade; would transform into a lackluster chunk of bread; after marathon time of proximity with the mosquitoes?

Who could have ever imagined that the jungle looking so enchanting in daylight; would be a ghastly black soon after stars appeared in the firmament of sky?

Who could have ever imagined that the luxury sedan embodied with glistening interiors and lightening speeds; would be deserted on the solitary pavement; squelched to threadbare junk after the gruesome accident?

Who could have ever imagined that the eyes so exuberant and lively in the morning; would become overwhelmingly dreary and blurred; as nightfall strangulated the light in entirety?

Who could have ever imagined that stupendously melodious tunes of music emanating from the throat; would after a while become discordantly appalling when the vocal chords were exhausted?

Who could have ever imagined that sparkling and transparent patches of sky; would wholesomely lose their entity; after being inundated with ominous clouds; suddenly without any sort of prior notice?

And who could have ever imagined that man so robust and bustling in youthful fervor; would one day lie buried in his corpse; waiting for the Creator to recreate
him again?

Who cares whether I slept on a furry quilt of satin or a blanket of acridly pointed thorns,

Who cares whether I ate in plates coated with scintillating silver or didn’t consume food at all,

Who cares whether I used perfumed soap to scrub my persona or bathed in water leaking abundantly from the gutters,

Who cares whether I wore linen suits blended with rich denim or was wandering in unscrupulous rags on the chilly streets,

Who cares whether I studied diligently browsing trough complicated literature or gallivanted through the country farm,

Who cares whether I took medicine in high fever or gulped sips of red wine to go off to sleep,

Who cares whether I played with ornately embellished soft toys or contented myself molding incongruous shapes in disdainful clay,

Who cares whether I traversed the streets in luxury sedans or spent marathon hours to reach my destination barefoot,

Who cares whether I deciphered mind boggling puzzles or smoked cigarettes incessantly on the house terrace,

Who cares whether I bought fresh fruits from the market or plucked them surreptitiously from the orchard tree,

Who cares whether I flew in the grandiloquent aircraft or swam across choppy waves of the ocean to witness the world,

Who cares whether I behaved somberly in front of my elders or barked a volley of abashing expletives at the same,

Who cares whether I clambered up stairs leading to the sacrosanct church or whiled away the whole of the day gambling for money,

Who cares whether I spent the afternoon relishing the cool air of the airconditioner or perspired like a bull under the sweltering sun,

Who cares whether I celebrated several festivals or feasted on intoxicating beer every night,

Who cares whether I trimmed my moustache scrupulously every day or let my beard grow the way it wanted; taking random roots,

Who cares whether I lead my life doing benevolent deeds or spent the remaining part of it in despicable jail,

Who cares whether I mixed in the high society or had a group of dreaded gangsters as my roommates and friends,

Who cares whether I had blissful dreams in the night or woke up with petrified jerks every ten minutes,

My parents had left when I was an innocuous kid; the treacherous tyranny of a car crash rendering them dead,

And the adulterated society in which I existed today had unanimously christened me an orphan,

Made me wholesomely numb to the spirit of love; made me forget the essence of the word care.

It produced a melodious sound on emanating; flooding the gloomy ambience with profound tinges of rhapsody,

It awoke the squirrels fast asleep in the dense bushes; as they scampered helter-skelter to hunt for their prey,

It generated ripples amongst clusters of dead leaves; making them stand erect on their frigid tips,

It substantially pacified the uncontrollably sobbing child; fomenting a gregarious smile to spread on his innocuous face,

It engendered scores of youngsters sulking under the Sun; to dance and swirl ecstatically with the vivaciously drifting winds,

It penetrated like a sugar coated arrow through the stillness of the valley; circulating delectably through every dwelling,

It captivated the attention of every single passerby; causing them to blink their eyes in utter astonishment and disbelief,

It had an incredulous impact on the dolphins floating in the sea; causing them to somersault in animated exhilaration,

It was prolifically used amongst gangs of ominous thieves; as a subtle signal to furtively communicate,

It had a mesmerizing effect on the severely traumatized nerves of the mentally afflicted; allowing them slim moments of reprieve from their debilitating and crippling condition,

It gave the tongue a versatile opportunity to use itself; in the most dexterous way possible and to the fullest,

It proved as an excellent alternative for a person who didn’t remember even a single line of the song; and yet had all the desire in the world to loudly sing it,

It had the velvety grace of a shadow; as well as the hostility of a valiant scream well blended together,

It lit an ethereal ray of hope in the eyes of the man dying; as he felt it poignantly infiltrate into his ears,
It reinstated loads of rejuvenation and confidence in a person just about to appear for an interview; as he executed it audaciously before entering the boss’s cabin,

It broke all the awkwardness and formality between two politicians; once they did it before sitting to settle their country’s difference,

It was infact the best and most consummate way; in which a dumb man could communicate for long distances; after using just a trifle of his wind,

And the best thing about it was; that it was the surest and sweetest signal to entice a girl’s heart; when several others of its kind had miserably failed,

Now could you have ever envisaged in the most wildest of your dreams; that a thing as inconspicuous as a tiny whistle; was able to achieve what the most stupendous of remedies couldn’t? Infact just an infinitesimal bellow of limp breath could have produced such a drastic effect on all mankind.

A plethora of dark veined leaves; whispered frantically to the silhouette of plum tree,
To stand like a mountain in turbulent winds; not to succumb even when its roots were attacked by parasite.

Mammoth sculptured blue bodied whales; whispered fervently to the saline ocean,
To drench their silken skin entirely with salt; gratify their gluttony with scores of sumptuous fish.

Scorched sands of the colossal desert; whispered abusively to sapphire puffs of clouds,
To unrelentingly rain; transforming their impoverished soul into one with bountiful water.

The venomous form of rustic jungle spider; whispered incorrigibly to the threads in its intricate web,
To bear it’s weight for times immemorial; entangling in a vise like grip; a battalion of succulent insect.

The obdurate stones strewn incoherently on the ground; whispered to passing pedestrians,
To trample they walked; pleading with the bystanders to kick them into remote corners of oblivion.

Dry sticks of trimmed lumber; whispered intermittently to steaming flames of fire,
To incinerate them thoroughly; transforming their composite proportion into frugal heaps of burnt chowder.

The newly born mammalian sibling; whispered pleadingly to its mother,
To feed it’s famished lips; with perennial supply of salubrious milk.

The sealed demeanor of stamped envelope; whispered nostalgically in the ears of the postman,
To deliver it without further delay; into the safe hands of the person it belonged.

A fleet of orphans in the sanatorium; whispered inevitably to God,
To reveal traces of their loved ones; unite them as one again; to bring back lost anecdotes of supreme felicity.

The articulately carved key; whispered sonorously to the lock,
To accommodate it with nonchalant ease; opening without apprehensions the moment it caressed its periphery.

My tangible heart at the end of the monotonous day; whispered to my soul,
To grant it reprieve from misdeeds inadvertently committed in the day; forgive it for all the evil it harnessed.

And the omniscient aura of God; whispered philanthropically to all his fellow beings inhabiting the earth,
To extend comforting arms towards those in distress and pain; profoundly master the art of perpetual love.

The wind blows at a soft tune,
As I sit in the full light of the Sun,
Profound with the power to enchant,
Teasing tiny grass stalks with all its might,
Filling stripped cavities of my heart,
With waves of rapturous melody.

The Sun’s light on the sprawling web of green,
Invades the blanket of blissful beauty,
Mesmerizing golden dew drops with its aura,
Like iterative soft caresses of a young mother,
Cuddling her baby with showers of encouragement,
Incorporated with conditions of pure love.

The gleaming sea waters in full flow,
Endowed with sparkling film of salt,
Strike colossal jet black rocks,
Translucent in their perennial strength,
Take the Sun with its dazzling yellow light,
As their constant companion.

The snow clad cliffs make a way,
Weaving their way through a valley of clouds,
Like crystalline shapes of pure wonder; encroaching and puffing solitary spaces of the misty valley.

I was born with a thick shock of curly hair,
Silky strands of light brown cascading down my scalp,
Broad outlines of eyebrow fringe,
They were my pride; cuddled on infinite occasions by my mother,
Glistening in sunshine like pure black shoe polish paint,
Caressing minute regions of my skull in breeze blowing with high velocity,
Mingling once in a while with the delicate periphery of my inverted eyelash,
Sighted as a puffed bunch of dark cushion by all in close proximity,
I always kept them shampooed and scrupulously clean,
Sobbed hysterically in private interiors of my room,
When a cluster of school mates harmlessly plucked a few,
I was obsessed with the concept of evergreen hair growth,
Slept all night with tight fitted shower cap clinging to my garden of hair.

Those whirlwind days of youth had now faded,
Unwanted vigils of old age had crept in at amazing speeds,
Bald patches of skin now sparkled in sunlight,
Resembled rich quality pure wax in pearly light of the moon,
The hair which once inhabited my scalp,
Now lay dumped; perhaps under stagnant waters of the city sewer,
Iterative attempts of washing, scrubbing, oiling, applying medicinal balm had proven futile,
I had finally succumbed to the tyranny of fate,
Nevertheless I still wore fluffy fibers of ant red hair,
Which neither budged nor moved an inch; in the most gustiest of breeze,
Projecting pompously from the artificial plastic of my whisky complexioned hair wig.

My mental imagery fluctuates,
As beads of sweat drip down voraciously,
Spearheads of steel stab my skin,
Plucking away huge chunks of my pristine flesh,
Chopping the crux of zealous activity,
Plundering me with the waves of dormant ecstasy,
Admonishing the dexterous web of drudgery,
Impersonation tingling sensations of existence,
Scrapping my reflection from mother earth,
In permanent accordance with the Creator.

There was a time when she was the most unparalleled flirtation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the mischievously mesmerizing
mascara; of my iridescently innocuous eyelashes, ‘

There was a time when she was the most nubile freshness of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the uninhibitedly unceasing blush; of my pristinely rubicund cheeks,

There was a time when she was the most ardent tenacity of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unconquerably burgeoning fearlessness; of
my symbiotically harmonious bones,

There was a time when she was the most unlimited fantasy of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unabashedly glorious adventure; of
my unflinchingly marching footsteps,

There was a time when she was the most priceless innovation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the rhapsodically unfettered
titillation; of my invincibly indefatigable brain,

There was a time when she was the most compassionate belonging of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the fierily clinging sweat; of my
sensuously heaving and receding chest,

There was a time when she was the most enchanting tale of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solelybecome the unsurpassably uninterrupted lusciousness;
of my tantalizingly pursed lips,

There was a time when she was the most triumphantly effervescent element of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the magically ameliorating
smile; of my blissfully synergistic demeanor,

There was a time when she was the most mystical embellishment of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the inscrutably bewitching
destiny lines; of my holistically benign palms,

There was a time when she was the most humanitarian wand of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unimpeachably philanthropic blood; of my inimitably fructifying veins,

There was a time when she was the most enamoring magician of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the celestially replenishing
goose-bumps; of my poignantly intricate skin,

There was a time when she was the most astoundingly proliferating wind of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the peerlessly heavenly artistry; of my sensitively curvaceous fingers,

There was a time when she was the most mollifying moisture of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unbelievably triumphant empathy; of my amiably wandering eyes,

There was a time when she was the most altruistically blessing molecule of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the beautifully untainted
lining; of my amicably blossoming soul,

There was a time when she was the most enviable maiden of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the fantastically unbridled bride; of my
inevitably destined life,

There was a time when she was the most virtuously discerning wavelength of the entire atmosphere; whilsttoday she had solely become the impregnably enrapturing sound; of my effulgently flapping ears,

There was a time when she was the most undefeatedly mesmerizing reverberation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unconquerably
mellifluous whisper; of my nimbly vacillating voice,

There was a time when she was the most passionately ignited spark of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the insuperably emollient
breath; of my miraculously bestowed nostril,

And there was a time when she was the most perpetual beat of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the immortally redolent love; of my timelessly flowering heart.