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When I was studying incessantly; trying to decode enigmatic problems of intricate arithmetic,
Concentrating onerously; putting in my stupendous best to appear in the examination,
I wistfully wished that time should whistle past; as fast as the aircraft flying in the air;
and there were blissful holidays once again.

When I stood in the long queue for marathon hours; with scores of irascible passengers; shuffling across incongruously,
Disconcertingly poking sensitive avenues of my body; breathing heavily down my nape,
I wished that time should pass as quickly as a race horse; and my number arrived
soon at the ticket counter.

When I walked barefoot on burning embers of crimson fire,
A myriad of ligaments in my tender skin; got mercilessly scalded,
I wished for the time to tick rapidly like a palpitating heart; and for the moments
when I would be perfectly rehabilitated.

When I sat on the lavatory seat; with my bowels viciously strangulated by obnoxious constipation,
Infinite droplets of silver sweat dribbling painstakingly down my lips; irregular contractions besieging my stomach,
I fervently wished for time to gallop like a panther; and for my lungs to be inundated with fresh air suspended outside

When I worked unrelentingly in the office; scrutinizing bulky manuscripts for typographical errors,
Posing a monotonous smile to all my seniors; nostalgically reminiscing my childhood days,
I wished for the time to churn ahead like propelled boat in the sea; and for me to reach my dwelling in one piece.

When I lay bedraggled on the streets; penurious and deprived of indispensable amenities in life,
Pangs of hunger reverberating thunderously in my belly; with a dwindling destiny to be confronted,
I wished for time to leap several years; placing me in the age when I would be exorbitantly affluent; having a silken coat instead of the jute at present engulfing my demeanor.

When I was a child; scolded on umpteenth occasions by my domineering elders,
Given parsimonious allowances to sustain life; stringently admonished not
to remain awake late in the night,
I wished time traversed as fast as the express train; transforming me into exuberant youth; capable of dictating terms to my compatriots.

When I lay unconscious in dreaded coma; a deathly blue tinge incorporating my body,
All fantasy replaced by distressing tribulation in my colossal brain,
I had an intense wish; for time to zip across like the fastest kangaroo; and for me to
relinquish life; forever ending the niggling agony.

And when I was in the arms of my beloved; with her ravishing hair cascading all over my body,
The supple complexion of her lips caressing my nose; with her mesmerizing voice softly striking against my eardrum,
I sincerely wished and prayed for minutes to freeze in their advancing footsteps; and this was the only occasion when I incorrigibly wanted the time to stop.

I will not rest; until all those disastrously impoverished; kiss the unprecedentedly jubilant corridors of prosperity; until every philanthropic desire of theirs metamorphoses itself into an immortal reality,

I will not rest; until all those treacherously enslaved; uninhibitedly dance in the aisles of mesmerizing desire; handsomely soar above the clouds of bountiful prosperity; for times immemorial,

I will not rest; until all those murderously devastated; replenish their lives back with astounding tranquility and ardent belonging; blissfully bond under the resplendent blanket of gregariously twinkling stars,

I will not rest; until all those penuriously kicked and brutally lambasted; blossom into a wave of enthrallingly wonderful newness; grandiloquently dance in symbiotic unison; for boundless more births to unveil,

I will not rest; until all those ludicrously condemned and ignominiously ostracized; irrefutably retrieve back their lost integrity; rise as a marvelously
united wind of togetherness; to add gloriously harmonious dimensions to; vibrant life,

I will not rest; until all those despairingly withering; flower exuberantly into euphoric spurts of vivacious existence; embracing fathomless more of their kind; in the swirl of compassionate sharing,

I will not rest; until all those deplorably orphaned and disastrously rebuked; tower to the zenith of rhapsodic happiness; deluging every cranny of their
despicably dwindling countenance; with fireballs of poignantly optimistic light,

I will not rest; until all those viciously massacring at will; transform themselves benevolently into synergistic saints; becoming the ultimate harbingers of peace and ubiquitously everlasting solidarity,

I will not rest; until all those manipulatively sucking blood; learn the art of holistically surviving; lead infinite more of their kind; into caverns of gloriously celestial peace and benign happiness,

I will not rest; until all those mercilessly pulverized under diabolical footsteps of prejudice; spawn formidably from beneath the inconspicuous ashes; to harness unsurpassable civilizations of philanthropic goodwill; with their very own blood,

I will not rest; until all those baseless terrorist masterminds; bend in due obeisance before the Almighty Lord; not only asking for abnegation from their
uncouth sins; but uplifting the lecherously bereaved to a world of fabulously divine enchantment,

I will not rest; until all those satanically starving urchins; were blessed with opulently charismatic fodder in their tottering stomachs; snoozed like angels of congeniality; under the golden rays of the blazing midday Sun,

I will not rest; until all those ungainly whipped with swords of bizarre commercialism; romance in the dormitories of untamed yearning; fantasize the most incredulously innovative philosophies; to emphatically change the complexion of despondent mankind,

I will not rest; until all those stinking in gutters of gloom; exuberantly bask under a carpet of unparalleled ecstasy; ebulliently gallop forward to conquer; their affably perpetual missions in life,

I will not rest; until all those innocuous squelched to a barbaric submission; patriotically gallivant with an unfathomable ardor to save their motherland in
their intrepid hearts; convert all indiscriminate racialism; into the one and
only Religion of Humanity,

I will not rest; until all those insidiously tainted with spots of untouchable banishment; scintillatingly sway in gorgeous unison under the vivid rainbow;
imbibing and globally disseminating the eclectically never-ending colors;
of perennially endowing life,

I will not rest; until all those traumatically cheated under broad daylight; escalate as a symbiotically coalesced fabric to alleviate dolorously staggering humanity; become a profusely bonded force to impregnable success,

I will not rest; until all those ghastily dumped under their venomous corpses; sprout up formidably to become the absolute messiah’s of humankind; evolving a countless more altruistic lives; on every step that they graciously tread,

And I will not rest; until all those tyrannically broken and tumultuously aggrieved hearts; bond in the chapters of unassailably heavenly love; incessantly
throbbing with a sensuousness to live; incessantly throbbing with a longing to perpetually romance.

In devastating despair leading to absolute hell; as well as a river of perpetual happiness,
In treacherous malice charring you to raw ash; as well as a cloud burst of bountifully tantalizing rain,

In bizarre winds of acrimonious winter; as well as golden sunshine melodiously bestowing from the silver skies,

In gruesomely crippling paralysis; as well as robust exhilaration triumphantly galloping towards the corridors of unparalleled success,

I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if it meant blending each element of my countenance; with debilitatingly threadbare soil.

In inexplicable sadness perpetuating doomsday; as well as a celestial reservoir of unflinchingly Herculean strength,

In acridly sweltering deserts; as well as oceans of perennial harmony blossoming into a fountain of mesmerizing resplendence,

In ghastly blackness enshrouding you from all sides; as well as flamboyantly brilliant light proving a messiah at each step you tread,

In moments of lecherously pathetic boredom; as well as profoundly enchanting newness blooming into a festoon of united humankind,

I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if the devil uncouthly blinded my eyes; thoroughly maimed me without respite.

In gutters rotting towards horrendous extinction; as well as a blanket of magically emollient rose strewn astoundingly in the pristine fields outside,

In tragically crippling instants which lamented the bereaved; as well as fresh signs of rhapsodically blessed birth,

In ludicrously stone dumb silence; as well as the majestically shimmering island of ultimate paradise,

In webs of malicious infidelity breaking your heart; as well as torrential thunderbolts of incredulously vivacious desire,

I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if cold-blooded avalanches of manipulation; brutally pulverized me like an ant; well before my destined time.

In miserably slithering cocoons of defeat; as well as the summit of the handsome mountains towering well above the voluptuous clouds,

In rustically nomadic realms of impoverished illiteracy; as well as the royally embellished throne; marvelously epitomizing the Oriental castle,

In profusely famished corridors of the vociferously wailing stomach; as well as fathomless platters of gold inundated with the most magnificent jewels on
this planet,

In corpses of invidiously flagrant betrayal; as well as winds of immortally passionate heartbeats and love,

I will always be there by your side O! Beloved; even if every iota of sky blended with black soil; and every tomorrow died even before the previous night could arise.

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable religion; which disseminated the essence of perennial unity; on the trajectory of this fathomlessly emollient Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable caste; which palpitated with the unendingly handsome spirit of compassion; on the trajectory of this boundlessly intriguing Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable color; which interminably radiated with the melody of vivacious freshness; on the trajectory of this eternally bountiful Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable shade; which reverberated to the tunes of pricelessly inimitable harmony; on the trajectory of this everlastingly inscrutable Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable sect; which forever towered towards the Sun of brilliantly optimistic hope; on the trajectory of this spectacularly proliferating Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable art; which perpetually perpetuated the ardor of unassailable breath into even the most lugubrious speck of the atmosphere; on the trajectory of this beautifully iridescent Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable hour; which granted unbelievably
egalitarian importance; to every unfurling instant of the day as well as the ghoulish midnight; on the trajectory of this wondrously inebriating Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable religious shrine; which wafted the scent of insuperably redolent oneness; on the trajectory of this triumphantly ecstatic Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable blood group; which eventually led to the heavens of unconquerable symbiotism; on the trajectory of this amazingly fructifying Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable fantasy; which led to unparalleled holistic enlightenment of every cranny of the impoverished brain; on the trajectory of this unfathomably eclectic Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable climate; which tirelessly refreshed the mind; body and soul with the untamed exhilaration of nature divine; on the trajectory of this gigantically vivid Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable tribe; which had each of its rudiments profoundly embedded into the soils of unflinchingly impregnable brotherhood; on the trajectory of this effulgently blessed Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable palm; which uninhibitedly entwined in mine; royally commemorating the undefeated equality of all living kind; on the trajectory of this rhapsodically sensuous Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable pathway; which fearlessly marched towards the kingdom of unparalleled truth and righteousness; on the trajectory of this ebulliently stupefying Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable wind; which stirred an irrevocably replenishing sense of fulfillment in the soul; on the trajectory of this timelessly magnetic Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable language; which austerely shunted abuse and celestially preached the wordings of peace; on the trajectory of this ubiquitously unfettered Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable breath; which undyingly resonated with the infernos of evergreen passion; on the trajectory of this enchantingly regale Universe,

I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable heart; which perennially throbbed for the spirit of immortally majestic love; on the trajectory of this cheerfully enigmatic Universe,

And I wholesomely belonged to everything; anything- everywhere; anywhere on the trajectory of this boundlessly ravishing Universe; which like the above; forever and ever and ever led to the religion of invincibly ameliorating humanity.

I was prepared to wait for robust health; spending many a limitless decade; miserably entwined in the dungeons of decaying debilitation,

I was prepared to wait for fascinating desire; worthlessly whiling countless hours on the trot; in the mists of disparagingly dolorous monotony,

I was prepared to wait for enchanting prosperity; remorsefully stagnating on infinitesimally threadbare soil; with my haplessly tattered rags splitting more
obnoxiously than ever before; under the sweltering Sun,

I was prepared to wait for unflinching camaraderie; staggering like a worthless urchin on the desolate streets; with only insidiously parasitic mosquitoes perched in unfathomable quantities on my lambasted chin,

I was prepared to wait for scintillating righteousness; wasting the entire tenure of my
impoverished life; truculently besieged by the graveyard of delinquently deteriorating lies,

I was prepared to wait for voluptuous desire; meaninglessly trespassing through the aisles of nothingness and cripplingly lackluster stoicism; for infinite more births yet to unveil,

I was prepared to wait for triumphant happiness; horrendously kissing the corpses of ghastly malice and defeat; till the time I traumatically tread on the trajectory of this earth,

I was prepared to wait for insatiable ecstasy; derogatorily rotting in unsurpassably pallid doomsday; letting my entire visage metamorphose into a gutter of criminally sucking leeches,

I was prepared to wait for unconquerable glory; meekly subjugating my body to the whiplashes of the society; pathetically collapsing like a pack of soggy matchsticks; even before a soul could raise his voice,

I was prepared to wait for dazzling flamboyance; stupidly diffusing every unfurling instant of my life; into a coffin of delinquently gruesome morbidity,

I was prepared to wait for Herculean strength; withering away like an insipidly insulted porcupine; at even the most diminutive draught of parsimonious wind,

I was prepared to wait for majestic eloquence; barking like a disastrously cacophonic and wounded crow; till the last breath I ghoulishly exhaled,
I was prepared to wait for unequivocally explicit candidness; substituting the chapter of my life; with the webs of satanically bizarre manipulation instead,

I was prepared to wait for patriotic victory; baselessly pulverizing myself every unleashing moment of my life; with the threadbare smoke of derogatorily dastardly defeat,

I was prepared to wait for exhilarating mysticism; deliberately enshrouding my agonizingly trembling demeanor; with maliciously devilish monotony from all
sides,

I was prepared to wait for prolific success; nonchalantly swallowing the tail of thwarting failure; everytime I exuded into even the most infidel of movement,

I was prepared to wait for spell binding aristocracy; lecherously staggering on each path of my life; abhorrently dedicating each second of my time; swapping flies on the walls of my sordidly stinking hutment,

I was prepared to wait for ravishingly perpetual breath; insanely offering every element of my mind; body and soul; to the thunderously marauding demon and
the hell of torturous death,

And I was prepared to wait for every conceivable comfort and richness on this fathomless earth O! Almighty Lord; but I wasn’t the slightest prepared to
wait for her ecstatically vibrant caress; I wasn’t the slightest prepared to wait for her celestially immortal and bountiful love.

I was scared to look into your eyes; as I was sure drown in the river of their mesmerizing enchantment,

I was scared to look at your lips; as I was sure to blend with their tantalizingly seductive softness,

I was scared to look at your hair; as I was sure to float with their exuberantly vivacious caress,

I was scared to look at your cheeks; as I was sure to kiss their rubicund sweetness till times beyond eternity,

I was scared to look at your lashes; as I was sure to flirt in the aisles of desire; till the time I wholesomely forgot my own entity,

I was scared to look at your palms; as I was sure to make your euphorically adventurous destiny; each part of my life,

I was scared to look at your sweat; as I was sure to run my fingers in rampant frenzy through the mystical trails it traversed,

I was scared to look at your feet; as I was sure to bow down in timid obeisance till the time I relinquished my most minuscule of air,

I was scared to look at your forehead; as I was sure to abdicate all memory and learning; relentlessly trying to decipher the lines between your brow,

I was scared to look at your yawn; as I was sure to transit into a unfathomably heavenly reverie; catapulting to the times right back when I was an
impeccable child,

I was scared to look at your drifting voice; as I was sure to bury myself infinite feet beneath the earth; profoundly absorbed in its enthralling melody,

I was scared to look at your belly; as I was sure to emancipate all my appetite for food; indefatigably feeling the enigmatic rhythm of your skin as it celestially rose and fell,

I was scared to look at your shadow; as I was sure to leave my soul forever; bonding with its stupendously mystical aura for moments beyond imagination,

I was scared to look at your ears; as I was sure to sketch their milky rhapsody in the inner most walls of my conscience; with the blood that surged with newness
through my veins,

I was scared to look at your neck; as I was sure to wholesomely forget the art of turning; irrefutably agglutinated by the trail of unprecedented fascination
it left as it moved,

I was scared to look at your smile; as I was sure to become a complete alien to the pragmatic realities of monotonous life; profusely admiring its gorgeously
mischievous contours that ran till the sky,

I was scared to look at your footprint; as I was sure to cherish it as the most sacred wealth in this Universe; following it till I met my ultimate grave,

I was scared to look at your breath; as I was sure to then stop breathing from the atmosphere; inhaling its divinely aroma instead,

And I was scared to look at your heart; as I was sure that I would fall in love; which got immortally deeper and deeper as each second unveiled.

Even if the gigantic tree shrunk miserably in size; metamorphosing into an inconspicuously shivering seedling,

Even if the colossal oceans swirling handsomely towards the sky; reduced to a solitary stream; trickling more lackadaisically than the tortoise,

Even if the conglomerate of sinister clouds in the cosmos; condensed to bare bits of dilapidated plain sky,

Even if the incomprehensibly colossal edifice; converted into a wretchedly fluttering and crying stone,

I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and
I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace.

Even if the flamboyantly escalating fire; became a piece of forlorn and thoroughly obsolete coal,

Even if the insurmountably towering mountains; transformed into a festoon of ants with disdainfully fractured legs,

Even if the indefatigably unending fantasy; got pathetically pulverized into monotonous bits of pragmatic reality,

Even if the profoundly poignant streams of scarlet blood; reduced to insipid bits of overwhelmingly stale water,

I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and
I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace.

Even if the diabolically charging striped panther; changed dramatically into a pair of decayed and light weight bones,

Even if the unsurpassably huge swarming battlefield; became a breeding ground for diminutive glow worm and mice,

Even if the richest entities transgressing upon this Universe; ironically started begging bare chested on the rampantly busy streets,
Even if the unfathomable flock of satanic vultures; were now just stripped to a bizarrely mocking caricature of balding feathers,

I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and
I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace.

Even if the boisterously bouncing Kangaroos; became infinitesimally stony reflections embodied deep within clammy cocoons of soil,

Even if the incredulously redolent lotus flower; now became a shriveled petal being kicked viciously farther and farther away; with every draught of timid wind,

Even if the most mesmerizing of voices on this planet; reduced to dying whispers; profusely battered to complete absolution in the atmosphere,

Even if the entire globe functioning dynamically under the sweltering Sun; came to an abrupt halt; changing wholesomely into obscure dew drops trapped inside an
obnoxiously corked bottle,

I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and
I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world kicked me brutally on my hindside; for ostensibly not the slightest fault of mine,
Infact I harbored insurmountable pride in my eyes; that you profusely loved every element of my impoverished persona; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world satanically lambasted me with swords of bizarre commercialism; ruthlessly ripping apart my art into a countless pieces of infinitesimal ash,
Infact I felt it an irrefutably astronomical honor; that you marvelously enlightened me with your spell binding voice every unfurling minute; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless
more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world tyrannically spat upon my hideously exacerbated wounds; stabbed my enchanting existence with austere chains of monotonous manipulation and malice,
Infact I felt perpetually gratified and stupendously contented; that you cast your spell of Omniscient righteousness upon my devastated conscience; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world never could comprehend the sensitive poet in my poignantly crimson veins; heinously snubbed my artistry as threadbare pieces of meaninglessly worthless and insanely languid shit,
Infact I felt the most blessed organism existing on this colossal Universe; as you unassailably embossed my impression upon the royal canvas of your soul; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for
boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world used me as a inconsequentially canister for disposing their mountain of spuriously bombastic sweat; ludicrously jeered me to the most unprecedented limits; for the most scintillatingly perfect stride of mine,
Infact I perceived myself to be the richest person breathing and exuberantly alive; as you perennially longed to compassionately caress me with your divinely palms; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world barbarically annihilated even the most tiniest of my rudiments; penalized me more than the cross of Christ; for adulterating their conventionally stringent fabric; with my whirlpools of
blissful fantasy,
Infact I encountered bountiful paradise on every step that I alighted; as your celestial fragrance impregnably descended in torrential frenzy down my nape; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for
boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world chopped me into an infinite pieces of raw chowder; hung my hide upside down to eternally protect their dwellings stuffed with; capricious ostentation,
Infact I profoundly relished the most invincibly grandiloquent fruits of creation; as you philanthropically stared and admired every hidden attribute of my demeanor; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I was really not upset the slightest about the fact; that the entire world acridly abused me for solely following the innermost voices of my heart; thrashed me like an orphaned bundle of frigidly insipid dust to the walls of horrendously diabolical oblivion,
Infact I felt like the most formidably ecstatic force on this Universe; as you wholesomely engulfed me in your unconquerably celestial shadow; immortally
accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

And I was really not upset the slightest about the fact that; the entire world exhaled each of their breaths more vociferously; just in order that I perpetually vanish into fragile wisps of baseless extinction; and treacherously die,
Infact I felt myself gloriously proliferating into a blissful planet of astounding newness every instant; as you bonded each passionate beat of your heart forever with mine; immortally accepted me in mind; body and holistic spirit; for whatever I veritably was; and for boundless more births of mine.

I wanted to be like the opalescent flame of the wax candle,
Which burnt unrelentingly; even when caressed by wild draughts of wind.

I wanted to be like the sheet of pellucid glass,
Which didn’t diffuse into splinters; even on deafening collision with obdurate ground.

I wanted to be like the tall and majestic edifice,
Which stood like an immaculate angel; even after bearing the brunt of flood and crimson fire.

I wanted to be like the turbulently moving silver sedan,
Clambering steep slopes of the treacherous terrain; with exorbitant ease.

I wanted to be like the aircraft with twin pairs of ivory wings,
That hovered high in the sky for times immemorial; bereft of life yielding fuel.

I wanted to be like the ship clad in sheets of fortified iron,
Which refrained from sinking; even when attacked by a battalion of blue whale.

I wanted to be like the succulent leaf on the maple tree,
Which remained blissfully green; even when its counterparts withered to the
tyranny of autumn heat.

I wanted to be like the glittering spires of the century old Temple,
Which didn’t show signs of rust; even after marathon years of construction.

I wanted to be like the steaming brown filter coffee,
Which never got stale and cold; even after being exposed to the monotony of atmosphere.

I wanted to be like dazzling light rays of the day,
Which were never obliterated by shadow; fumigating the evil residing in distant corners of globe.

I wanted to be like the cloud showers of torrential rain;
Which ceased to stop; even when the amber ball of Sun crept up in the sky.

I wanted to be like the articulately molded skeleton key;
That bludgeoned its way; through the most obstinate of lock.

I wanted to be like the saline waters of colossal sea,
Which never evaporated; even when subjected to overwhelming heat.

I wanted to be like the coherently synchronized versatile robot,
Which executed tasks to meticulous perfection; even in times of bizarre catastrophe.

I wanted to lead life on the soil of mystical earth,
As the strongest being ever encountered; with unfathomable capacity of brain.

The very next instant; the creator robbed me of indispensable breath,
Making me realize wasn’t god; not even fraction of his celestial reflection,
As I left for my heavenly abode; to sleep peacefully in the arms of the Almighty.

I was fed up of being parasitically dependant,
Not of my irrevocable weight; inevitably squelching loose chunks of soil as I walked.

I was fed up of being worthlessly pampered,
Not of my unrelenting festoon of fantasies; which tirelessly cuddled me; beyond the ultimate epitomes of mesmerizing enthrallment.

I was fed up of going to manipulatively uncouth office,
Not of indefatigably working to achieve my art; rise to be the absolute best in my romantically voluptuous passions of existence.

I was fed up of being sympathetically fed,
Not of rightfully earning my share of appetizing meal; from earth’s fathomless reserve of ravishingly bountiful endowment.

I was fed up of ostentatiously spurious relationships,
Not of blending with bonds of eternal love and philanthropic friendship; making me the richest entity alive on the trajectory of this boundless Universe.

I was fed up with cowards who were infidel,
Not of innocuously bouncing infants; capriciously changing their moods; even as the winds nimbly changed the slightest of their direction.

I was fed up of taking things for granted,
Not of the wonderfully intrinsic processes of my body; which functioned like astoundingly meticulous clockwork all night and day; to keep me blissfully alive.

I was fed up of casual approaches to lead life,
Not of the serene calm which enveloped my mind; propelling me to focus on the unsurpassable myriad of things; yet to be destined.

I was fed up of being tyrannically dictated,
Not of being a perennially obedient slave of true love; bowing down in revered obeisance to the flower of humanity; which invincibly lingered all over the planet.

I was fed up of youth staring lackadaisically towards fading horizons,
Not of the intrepidly endowed soldier; who sacrificed his life for his motherland; without even batting an eye.

I was fed up witnessing people polishing the shoes of their pompously inflated boss,
Not of the patriotic stalwarts; kissing their goals incessantly even while in their sleep; hugging inseparably to their benevolent mission in life.
I was fed up of ghastly war and indiscriminate bloodshed,
Not of the unfathomable rebel in my soul; which resolved to scrap injustice and hatred; from the tiniest core of their non-existent roots.

I was fed up of the mockingly hollow rules of the conventional society,
Not of my stringently incorrigible conviction to fight till I shed the last iota of breath; for the soul mate of my life.

I was fed up of the shadows of the ominously evil,
Not of the most magnanimous reflections of sharing; the unconquerable shimmers of unity that remained alive even after sunset.

I was fed up of the brutally insensitive odor of profound commercialism,
Not of the golden perspiration that melodiously cascaded down my palms; gloriously depicting the blissfully enduring fruits of my wholehearted turmoil.

I was fed up of lecherously sinister betrayal,
Not of the wilderness of my rampantly throbbing heart; which made me exuberantly explore in a million different directions; every unleashing minute.

I was fed up of bombastically assisted at each conjecture of survival,
Not of the impregnable power of my conscience; which made me unflinchingly confront the most acrimonious of obstacle; with fireballs of faith engulfing my eyes.

And I was fed up of treacherously chained life,
Not of the immortal spirit of existence; which was so strong; that it made live an infinite lives more; even though I wanted to die.