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I wanted to dance with you on the Sun; with its dazzling rays profoundly basking us all day,

I wanted to walk with you through the deserts; with the golden sands weaving enchanting trails of our footsteps,

I wanted to sit with you on the placid green meadows; incessantly admiring the rustic cattle; scores of flocculent mountain sheep,

I wanted to gallivant with you on bare horseback; with your mesmerizing hair rampantly blowing with the air and tingling my cheek,

I wanted to leisurely philander with you across the amusement park; taking an exhilarating spin with you on the roller coaster train,

I wanted to raucously play with you in the swirling ocean; splashing infinite droplets of water on your face,

I wanted to talk with you on telephone for marathon hours of time; solely infatuated by the melodious cadence in your voice,

I wanted to sleep with you on the open terrace; with the tenacious rays of moon infiltrating into our eyes,
I wanted to eat with you in your plate; feeding you delectable morsels of food with my very own hands,

I wanted to stand with you on the summit of the monumental building; drearily sight the world as an obfuscated blur some thousand feet below,

I wanted to see all movies on the silver screen with you; entwining my palms with your compassionate fingers,

I wanted to entangle my wrists with yours; giving you the pleasure of easily defeating me,

I wanted to kneel beside your frail persona when you were ill; scrupulously feeding you your medicines despite your vehement resistance,

I wanted to bathe with you in the Jungle River; with frothy water profusely tickling against our shivering backs,

I wanted to sip bubbling coffee with you beside the fireplace; relish the warmth of your breath wafting in the air,

I wanted to infuriate you to the threshold of irritation; then massage your sacrosanct feet till they felt rejuvenated,

I wanted to hoist you high and handsome towards the sky; asking the creator to bestow upon you my share of felicity,

I wanted to assist you prepare our supper for the night; frivolously spraying upon you fresh tomato juice to hear your animated squeals,

I wanted to ensure that you remained invincibly safe at all moments; hovering like a shadow behind you; not abdicating from your presence even if you rebuked me,

I wanted to attain the power of clairvoyance; satiating the most minuscule of your demands before you even uttered them,

I wanted to kiss you unrelentingly; for as long as indispensable air lasted in our lungs,

And I wanted to relinquish my terrestrial pleasures blending my blood with you; leave for my destination to heaven; the instant god decided to take you from me in his arms.

I wanted to breathe your name each time I exhaled out air; impregnating the atmosphere with your mystical fragrance,
Facilitating your entity to settle; occupying all quarters of my cloistered room.

I wanted to sight your name each time I opened my eyes; granting it a status
of being blissfully omnipresent,
Making me thoroughly oblivious to the tyranny of the world; the ghastly incidences unleashing themselves on the crowded street.

I wanted to hear your name each time sound drifted into my ears; transforming
all other noise into your splendor,
Making your voice my song for the brilliant morning as well as my rhyme for
the freezing night.

I wanted to recite your name each time I opened my lips; circumventing my face
with an inevitable smile,
Imparting rubicund color to the corners of my cheek; and an enchanting glow to
the fortress of my teeth.

I wanted to imprison your name each time I clenched my fists; keeping it forever locked in my embrace,
Shielding it wholesomely from nefarious looks of the world; the lechery of savage souls existing on this globe.

I wanted to digest your name each time I consumed food; enabling me to keep you in proximity with my intestines,
Eventually becoming an indispensable constituent part of my blood; circulating
rambunctiously through my veins.

I wanted to envisage your name each time I felt like dreaming; profoundly incorporating my mind with your mesmerizing images,
Catapulting me to unprecedented territories of paradise; the very instant I wanted too.

I wanted to incarcerate your name on my tongue each time I felt thirsty; to satiate the burning chords bouncing in my throat,
Celestially pacifying my desires; leading me to holistic pathways of spiritual healing.

I wanted to write your name in grandiloquent bold letters each time my fingers itched to move; accentuating it profoundly on bonded paper,
Portraying the enlightening effect that it has; when sighted in embossed script.

And I wanted to remember your name with the first beams of evanescent dawn; and the last minute before shutting my eyes,
Blessing me with loads of courage to fight the acerbic day; sleep as unperturbed as god in the ominous night.

I wanted to be your tenacious palms; when you wanted to climb the steep mountain,
I wanted to be your intricate eyes; when you desired to browse speedily through condensed literature,
I wanted to be your formidable teeth; when you wanted to passionately chew hard chunks of sugarcane,
I wanted to be your feet; when you felt exhausted; with marathon distances yet to be covered,
I wanted to be your knotted fingers; when you wished to inundate immaculate sheets of paper with infinite lines of script,
I wanted to be your skin; when you felt the blistering heat of the Sun; the steaming breeze burning your flesh,
I wanted to be your breath; when you felt suffocated; gasping to inhale in claustrophobic cabins of the aircraft,
I wanted to be your memory; when you needed to scrupulously retrospect the past,
I wanted to be your laughter; when you danced around the room in stupendous exultation,
I wanted to be your stomach; when you were afflicted by monotonous constipation,
I wanted to be your rosy tongue; when you felt like boisterously screeching; expanding your lungs to top capacity,
I wanted to be your bones; when you felt dreary ready to collapse on the ground,
I wanted to be your nails; when you felt like inevitably scratching mundane paint from wall,
I wanted to be your confidence; when you were confronted all alone by a gang of unruly thieves,
I wanted to your inspiration; when life seemed cumbersome at every footstep; with the tyranny of fate besieging you every second,
I wanted to be your ability to fantasize; when you desired to of to blissful sleep,
I wanted to be your ravishing hair; which swirled with mesmerizing grace under
the fully opalescent moon,
I wanted to be your blood; flowing unrelentingly through your ocean blue veins,
I wanted to be your sweat; oozing profusely when you laboriously executed a plethora of household tasks,
I wanted to be your effusive tears; when you felt like sobbing in tribulation,
And over and above all; I wanted to be your heart; which was purer than the
most exquisite of gold; loved me more than anybody else inhabiting this earth.

I really didn’t possess even the most infinitesimal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of vivaciously
enthralling and stupendously proliferating life,

I really didn’t possess even the most ethereal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of gloriously nubile
and ecstatically amazing life,

I really didn’t possess even the most oblivious of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of resplendently
triumphant and timelessly ameliorating life,

I really didn’t possess the even most parsimonious of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of unflinchingly
indomitable and fearlessly blessing life,

I really didn’t possess even the most fugitive of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of beautifully redolent
and symbiotically undefeated life,

I really didn’t possess even the most transient of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of tirelessly rejuvenating
and ebulliently winning life,

I really didn’t possess even the most evanescent of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of jubilantly enthralling
and stupendously eclectic life,

I really didn’t possess even the most mercurial of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of fragrantly unassailable and Omnisciently benign life,

I really didn’t possess even the most transient of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of beautifully unceasing
and eternally ameliorating life,

I really didn’t possess even the most obliterated of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of handsome ly unconquerable and celestially uplifting life,

I really didn’t possess even the most evaporating of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of effulgently rhapsodic
and interminably fathomless life,

I really didn’t possess even the most non-existent of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of unbelievably
mesmerizing and incredulously royal life,

I really didn’t possess even the most disappearing of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of benevolently
humanitarian and supremely spell-binding life,

I really didn’t possess even the most dilapidated of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of fantastically enamoring and vibrantly poignant life,

I really didn’t possess even the most cloistered of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of victoriously showering and insuperably unprejudiced life,

I really didn’t possess even the most ephemeral of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of indomitably
felicitating and eternally harmonious life,

I really didn’t possess even the most inane of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of majestically parading
and undyingly burgeoning life,

I really didn’t possess even the most vanishing of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of bountifully blossoming and holistically impregnable life,

Wholesomely contrary to the above; I wanted to be unconquerably sure every instant of my destined life; that whenever I died; whenever the Omniscient Creator
had written the signature of inevitable death in my existence; it happened and solely happened; on the feet of none else; but my timelessly insuperable and perpetual beloved.

I didn’t want to simply smile; I wanted to accept its fascinating glory and fabulous charm; instead,

I didn’t want to simply cry; I wanted to magnanimously accept its treacherous sorrow; instead,

I didn’t want to simply sleep; I wanted to accept its ravishingly surreal dream till times immemorial; instead,

I didn’t want to simply shiver; I wanted to accept its mysteriously uncanny tingling; instead,

I didn’t want to simply starve; I wanted to its inevitable descending upon my impoverished caricature; instead,

I didn’t want to simply desire; I wanted to accept its stupendously passionate and ardent virtue; instead,

I didn’t want to simply get crippled; I wanted to accept its tyrannical blow as
a beautiful gift; instead,

I didn’t want to simply sweat; I wanted to accept its onerous trickle as the seeds
of incessant perseverance; instead,

I didn’t want to simply admire; I wanted to accept all the planet as a paradise of mesmerizing beauty; instead,

I didn’t want to simply dream; I wanted to accept it as a marvelously enchanting fantasy which blossomed into infinite petals of prosperity every unfurling minute; instead,

I didn’t want to simply achieve the unconquerable; I wanted to accept its poignant triumph as an outburst from the celestial heavens; instead,

I didn’t want to simply metamorphose the definitions of art; I wanted to accept wholeheartedly its indefatigably changing forms; instead,

I didn’t want to simply marry the ultimate love of my life; I wanted to accept its most bountifully perpetual bondage; instead,

I didn’t want to simply memorize; I wanted to accept my brain for its insurmountable labyrinth of intriguing dilemmas; instead,
I didn’t want to simply respect; I wanted to accept its divinely sacrosanct blessings; instead,

I didn’t want to simply gallop; I wanted to accept the incomprehensibly fast pace of life to its fullest; instead,

I didn’t want to simply breathe; I wanted to accept its Omnipotent essence with open hands till times upto which the Creator wanted; instead,

I didn’t want to simply love; I wanted to accept its most immortal element for countless more lives of mine; instead,

I didn’t want to simply create; I wanted to accept everything around me as the most gorgeous organism of God’s evolution; instead,

And I didn’t want to simply die; I wanted to accept its unavoidable web with the same smile on my face as when I was freshly born; instead.

I wanted people to recognize me as a poet penning down volumes of mystical verse; not as a mundane businessman,

I wanted people to recognize me as true perspiration trickling in the Sun; not as the sleazy bottle of artificial scent,

I wanted people to recognize me as bare skin battling all seasons; not as gaudy cloth camouflaging every part of my demeanor,

I wanted people to recognize me as crystalline water cascading down the pristine slopes; not as obnoxious whisky bubbling gently in the barrels,

I wanted people to recognize me as raw power of muscle; not as radiating boxing gloves fitted snugly to my palms,

I wanted people to recognize me as milk naturally oozing from the cow; not as chunks of pallid ice-cream stored in the refrigerator,

I wanted people to recognize me as a ray of sun in the cosmos; not as bombastic gleam of the bulb piercing effeminately through the night,

I wanted people to recognize me as original hoarse voice; not as shrill tunes diffusing over the silver coated mike,

I wanted people to recognize me as impeccable eyes; not as slinky tint of Sunglasses blended with a myriad of beastly designs,

I wanted people to recognize me as a soldier; not as a parasitic leech suckling fodder from the rosy tree,

I wanted people to recognize me as a dreamy yawn fantasizing unrelentingly; not as matchbox steps leading to the corporate office,

I wanted people to recognize me as a stalk of grass with glistening dew drops; not as ghastly spray of fertilizer causing animate to perish in vicinity,

I wanted people to recognize me as wild undergrowths of the valley; not as the glittering castle carved out of polished sandstone,

I wanted people to recognize me as choppy waves of the ocean; not as disdainful ringing of the alarm clock at dawn,

I wanted people to recognize me as a nostalgic philanderer; not as the broker manipulating intricacies of the stock market,

I wanted people to recognize me as a vivacious rainbow draping the velvety sky; not as flickering lights of the modern disco,

I wanted people to recognize me a scarlet cluster of sensuous grapes; not as the meticulous array of white spoons and forks,

I wanted people to recognize me as my mothers son; not as a towering
entity garlanded with flowers,

And I wanted the world to recognize me as individual burning every second in
the blazing inferno of love; not as a cupid arranging marriages for couples
based on their horoscopes, caste and creed.

I wanted to be a part of the kingly orchestra,
dance wildly all night flexing dormant muscles of my body.

i wanted to swing in silky webs weaved of spider thread,
drown in the saline ocean amidst an ambience of grey whale.

i wanted to devour large chunks of unripened banana,
roll in silver sands with awesome amount of rain tumbling down.

i wanted to smell the sugary aroma of brilliant red rose,
bathe in shower taps oozing an incessant flow of golden honey.

i wanted murky clouds soaked in sandalwood to tickle hair in my nostril,
swim through frightening deep areas of the water pool.

i wanted tonnes of salt in the food i consumed,
walk on sparkling floor smeared with rich quality grease.

i wanted a compact wrist watch studded with roman numerals,
sleep all night in a cane straw house high up in twined branches of neem tree.

i wanted to plunge into the dark valley with a parachute attached,
sip violet grape juice at painstaking speeds from the crystal glass.

i wanted to gallop across mighty currents of African wind,
feed the fishes in the tank with minuscule grub and crushed bone.

i wanted to help all in distress and afflicted with pain,
earn gargantuan amount of wealth to achieve the same.

When i walked barefoot on a cushion of jungle thorn,
the blazing sun boiling moist portions of bald earth,
with blistering waves of heat stabbing naked spots on my skin,
i felt a rich gravy of blood trickle at rapid pace from my sole.

when i walked barefoot on dying embers of seasoned lumber
sparks of red coal flying sporadically in the air,
a blend of grey ash and mud stinging my tender eye,
i felt like a slaughtered chicken with tumultuous numbness enveloping my body.

When I walked barefoot on frozen coats of ice,
Icy winds of snow caressing my unwashed hair,
With mercury dipping an abysmal low below freezing,
I felt blood in infinite veins of my body starting to transit into a solid curry of
cold water.

When I walked barefoot on a large slab of cake,
The heavenly aroma of crushed cherry tickling starved hair of my nostril,
An icing of molten sugar now juxtaposed with my toe nail,
I felt concentrated waves of euphoria descend down my entity.

When I walked barefoot on the luxury coffin holding one of my kin,
Ghastly blows of sorrow encompassing my trembling body,
Hysterical sobs emanating from dormant regions of my throat,
I felt as if the world had come to a mute standstill,
The creator had promptly vanished,
leaving me deserted, to face the worst agony walking barefoot.

I hated it ; like a dog wandering on the street detests to be lambasted,

I hated it; like thunder clouds in sky which simply refrain to rain,

I hated it; like the seasonal stream of water which protests vehemently against drying,

I hated it; like a sacrosanct priest in the church who intractably rejects worldly pleasures,

I hated it; like the unscrupulous burglar in the street despises to be apprehended,

I hated it; like walls of the palatial mansion severely repulsed ghastly darkness,

I hated it; like the palpable and intricate heart rebukes the closure of breath,

I hated it; like the sensitive tongue in mouth hates to be mercilessly scalded,

I hated it; like silver sands of the ocean thoroughly despise acerbic rays of brilliant sun,

I hated it; like the aircraft soaring high in puffs of clouds hates to collide with the ground,

I hated it; like fresh fruits dangling from tree branches hated to become rotten,

I hated it; like the synchronized demeanor of computer hated a host of virus,

I hated it; like the gleaming surface of immaculate marble hates yellow stain,

I hated it; like an innocuous child abhorrently detests to be scolded,

I hated it; like the motorized lift in the edifice hated to close brusquely midway,

I hated it; like the scintillating edge of sword hated to acquire rust,

I hated it; like the grandiloquent ship sailing on the sea hated to sink,

I hated it; like the people with perfect sight hated to transit to blind,

I hated it; like the silken spider in its web hates to loose balance and fall,

I hated it; like the innocent hate to be tyrannized and brutally mutilated,

I hated it; like compact cubes of solid ice hated to melt,

I hated it; as much as the marathon champion hated to loose the race,

I hated it; as much as a cluster of fortified teeth in the mouth hated to painstakingly decay,

I hated it; as much as I hated to relinquish indispensable breath and die,

Oh! Yes the thing that I hated has been hated profoundly since centuries unprecedented; by all those having a philanthropic spirit to live,

And now I think is the conducive moment to audaciously reveal; that the thing I hated the most was indiscriminate crime .

What was this O! lord; that my lips refrained to speak; sung mystical tunes instead while walking on the streets?

What was this O! lord; that my fingers incorrigibly refused to write; drawing incoherent shapes in the mud instead?

What was this O! lord; that my eyes stared wildly in open space; instead of shutting down under the blistering Sun?

What was this O! lord; that the hair on my scalp itched incessantly; as if attacked by a thousand ants?

What was this O! lord; that I forgot to have my afternoon meals; when normally I was the first one to finish food in our family?

What was this O! lord; that I was engulfed wholesomely by sweat; even in the peak
of freezing winter?

What was this O! lord; that I dreamt even while signing checks; entering in mind boggling amounts; that eventually left me bankrupt?

What was this O! lord; that I filled every glass of mine with alcohol; every time I
felt like sipping water?

What was this O! lord; that I erupted out in fantasies of my childhood; when infact I was supposed to give a lecture on business economics?

What was this O! lord; that I crashed head on with the waiter carrying a tray full of pastry; when infact I had already sighted him from miles apart?

What was this O! lord; that I presumed it to be brilliant afternoon; when actually it was just a little before midnight?

What was this O! lord; that I drove my car right into the hotel coffeeshop; instead of parking it outside and walking down the distance?

What was this O! lord; that I cut my hands severely while chopping vegetables; when infact there was superb synchronization between the knife and my finger?

What was this O! lord; that I gasped for breath like a dead man; when infact I had just arisen from bed after infinite hours of blissful sleep?

What was this O! lord; that a sheepish grin encompassed the contours of my face all day; when usually I was extremely stringent in my behavior?

What was this O! lord; that I reached the ghastly graveyard; when infact I was headed for attending prayers in church?

What was this O! lord; that I dipped my face in steaming acid; presuming it to be infact as sweet cakes for supper?

What was this O! lord; that I embraced an old woman on the verge of relinquishing breath; cognizing her to be the girl of my dreams?

What was this O! lord; that the blood in my veins ran at electric speeds; inspite of my medical practitioner ruling out any chance of blood pressure?

And what was this O! lord; that my heart palpitated at a million beats per minute; although she resided continent’s apart?

You know what; your guess is as good as mine; and there was simply no rhyme or reason to defy it; for I think that the inevitable has happened; I was struck by
the same fever as millions of my kind are struck every day; O! yes I think I am in love