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She was infact the most exuberantly tireless half of your voice; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a loudspeaker of acridly penalizing balderdash and atrociously dumb?

She was infact the most blissfully ravishing half of your appetite; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a lavatory of criminal cockroaches and pathetically lame?

She was infact the most insuperably compassionate half of your fertility; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a thorn of disdainfully crippling infertility and diabolically impotent?

She was infact the most gloriously unconquerable half of your consanguinity;
how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an inferno of infidelity and hedonistically betraying?

She was infact the most irrefutably unflinching half of your conscience; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slandering gutter of lies and vituperatively ghoulish?

She was infact the most dazzlingly vibrant half of your success; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a morass of treacherous defeat and hopelessly asphyxiated?

She was infact the most unbelievably impeccable half of your integrity; how
dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a parasite sucking blood in sadistic delight and lecherously wastrel?

She was infact the most brilliantly optimistic half of your eyes; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a graveyard of blindness and hideously stuttering?

She was infact the most resplendently bountiful half of your skin; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a debilitatingly diseased trash can and perniciously impaired?

She was infact the most enchantingly celestial half of your smile; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing but a remorsefully ghoulish pool of stench and ghastily aggrieved?

She was infact the most blazingly unfettered half of your personality; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a haplessly subjugated tomato hurled towards the coffins of nothingness and miserably incarcerated?
She was infact the most ingeniously spell binding half of your brain; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a rotting mortuary of worthless stones and deliriously ill?

She was infact the most vivaciously infallible half of your strength; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a germ of deathly cancer and heinously enslaved?

She was infact the most effulgently sparkling half of your fair color; how dare did you ever thing that she was nothing else but a pigstalk of dolorously satanic meaninglessness and ghoulish black?

She was infact the most sensuously untamed half of your adventure; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a dungeon of ignominiously sleazy expletives and inanely robotic?

She was infact the most redolently honest half of your perspiration; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a ditch of rebuking foolishness and perverted blasphemy?

She was infact the most timelessly fructifying half of your blood; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slurry of amorphous feces and evastatingly diminishing?

She was infact the most symbiotically harmonious half of your survival; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an unsurpassable debauchery of existence and salaciously distorted?

She was infact the most inextricably majestic half of your signature; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but sinful insect of illiteracy and egregiously failed?

And she was infact the most inevitably immortal half of the chapter of your life; your blessed wife; then how dare did you ever think that she nothing else but a hell of nonsensical lifelessness and eccentrically dead?

How could you ever forget the steaming cups of coffee we shared beside the fireplace; with snowdrops pelting in tumultuous fury outside,
The passion in our breaths; making us virtually oblivious to unveiling time.

How could you ever forget those shopping sprees, in which we were together; with me holding all those slippery vegetables,
The bags in our hands stashed with indispensable amenities of life; yet our palms entwined in each other.

How could you ever forget the marathon walks we had on the sea shores; with our feet dabbling into slimy cocoons of sand,
The salty froth of the ocean slapping us tenderly on our cheeks; with the exquisite backdrop of the sun setting in evanescent horizon.

How could you ever forget those bare horseback rides; where we went gallivanting through the steep mountains,
With intermittent showers of rain cascading down; drawing us all the more closer in perpetual reality.

How could you ever forget those times when we felt sleepless at nights; tossing and turning rampantly on the bed,
Eventually falling asleep with your heart throbbing close to mine; in due admiration of the twinkling stars.

How could you ever forget the moments when we studied together; unrelentingly browsing through a conglomerate of fine lines,
Trying our best to decipher baffling enigmas; inspiring each other to put in our very best.

How could you ever forget the exhilaration we had while attempting to catch each other; running wildly in the grass,
The mischievous squeals that emanated from your mouth; the instant I apprehended you.

How could you ever forget those cooking sessions that we had in the kitchen; with both of us being perfect amateurs to the art,
Haphazardly trying to slice through fruit; producing inarticulate slices of the melon as an inevitable aftermath.

How could you ever forget those sporadic outbursts of jealousy that we had; profusely condemning and rebuking each other,
The times when we mixed with aliens; tried to indulge in frivolous relationships with the same.

How could you ever forget the way you blushed; the first time I proposed you,
The felicity in our eyes; the rhapsody that engulfed our persona; when we knew we were going to be bonded together.

You were smiling and there with me till yesterday; until the creator uncouthly snatched you away from me,
Please come back to me my mesmerizing sweetheart; for I have not the power to erase our memories; will definitely relinquish breath without you.

How could you ever expect tangy butter; to taste sweet instead of delivering its poignant aroma?

How could you ever expect the mesmerizing nightingale; to growl like a tiger instead of incessantly singing melodious tunes?

How could you ever expect the redolent rose; to diffuse a stinking odor instead of its blissful fragrance?

How could you ever expect the dazzling demeanor of Sun; to emit darkness instead of profoundly spraying its bright light?

How could you ever expect the hideously venomous reptile; to hiss a stream of glistening honey instead of lethal poison?

How could you ever expect the obdurate shell of coconut; to yield incongruous stones instead of a jet of sparkling water?

How could you ever expect the sacrosanct cow; to ooze obnoxious sewage instead of salubrious milk?

How could you ever expect the blistering volcano; to spew cool perfume instead of fulminating into rivulets of steaming lava?

How could you ever expect the irascible mosquito to; sleep peacefully instead of buzzing its discordant cacophony in hollow realms of intricate ear?

How could you ever expect bedraggled conglomerate of unwashed scalp hair; to sprinkle scintillating pearls instead of flakes of abhorrent dandruff?

How could you ever expect a slime coated fish; to audaciously march on the streets instead of gliding like a silken angel through choppy territories of water?

How could you ever expect mammoth chunks of white ice; to provide you with loads of passionate warmth instead of freezing every iota of your tender skin?

How could you ever expect crackling flames of flamboyant fire; to provide you reprieve from scorching heat instead of gruesomely charring you?

How could you ever expect stars; to twinkle in the day instead of mystically shimmering and illuminating the night?
How could you ever expect the potbellied tortoise; to gallop at electric speeds; instead of languishing lazily in a sludge of squalid water?

How could you ever expect the cloistered tunnel; to inundate you with gaping light instead of engulfing you in a pool of ghastly darkness?

How could you ever expect piquant chili powder; to soothe your raw wounds instead of engendering you to scream at the top of your lungs; the instant you applied it?

How could you ever expect the slippery banana skin; to assist you while walking instead of sending you hurtling head on towards the mud sprawled ground?

How could you ever expect the diabolical dinosaur; to fondly caress you instead of pulverizing you to inconspicuous grains of saw dust?

And therefore how could you ever expect Man who was prone to committing a plethora of errors; to emulate the omniscient creator; instead of leading life timidly; having being bestowed upon the status of being one out of his infinite disciples?

Can you ever dream of comparing the infinitesimally frigid rivulet with the colossally undulating expanse of the ravishing oceans?

Can you ever dream of comparing the pathetically minuscule puff of cloud with the entire expanse of incomprehensibly fathomless and voluptuously blue sky?

Can you ever dream of comparing the disdainfully shriveled petal; with the unsurpassably redolent and panoramically profound depth of the glorious valley?

Can you ever dream of comparing the parsimoniously kicked speck of dirt; with the unfathomably towering and unassailable majestic silhouette of the mountain?

Can you ever dream of comparing the miserably orphaned leg of the insipid spider; with the insatiably unending and spell binding wilderness of the unrelentingly untamed forests?

Can you ever dream of comparing the ethereally slippery granule of impoverished sand; with the majestically insurmountable and regally enamoring landscapes of the overwhelmingly enamoring deserts?

Can you ever dream of comparing the preposterously capricious strand of solitary brown; with the sensuously sprawling and bountifully fascinating entrenchment of the unbelievably limitless meadows?

Can you ever dream of comparing the fugitively sleazy fantasy; with the ingratiatingly vast and boundless cradle of rhapsodically mesmerizing paradise?

Can you ever dream of comparing the inconspicuously threadbare alphabet with the unlimited volume of the extraordinarily embellished and astonishingly eclectic dictionary?

Can you ever dream of comparing the nonchalantly lifeless chunk of rotting photograph; with the regally tantalizing and poignantly marvelous ocean of spell
binding memories?

Can you ever dream of comparing the gruesomely squelched brick; with the Orientally majestic and boundlessly Kingly impressions of the impregnable
castle?

Can you ever dream of comparing the lugubriously livid blade of the destroyed fan; with the incredulously fantastic and relentlessly enchanting whirlpool of
uninhibitedly ebullient breeze?
Can you ever dream of comparing the dingily raunchy bulb; with the Omnipotently grandiloquent and optimistically flamboyant rays of the blazing Mid-Day Sun?

Can you ever dream of comparing the embarrassingly sporadic blush on the cheek; with the ubiquitously everlasting and resplendent fountain of eternal happiness?

Can you ever dream of comparing the pompously devastated treasury of cheap gold; with the unshakably undefeated and pricelessly fascinating paradise of symbiotically melanging mankind?

Can you ever dream of comparing the voice of the frigidly irate ant; with the flamboyantly towering and handsomely galloping prowl of the princely panther?

Can you ever dream of comparing the infantile yolk in the brutally whipped egg; with the voluptuously soaring and charismatically flapping fleet of seductive eagles?

Can you ever dream of comparing the stray puff of evanescent breath; with the Omnisciently unbelievable and vibrantly felicitating chapter of perpetually endowing life?

And therefore how could you ever dream of comparing penuriously corrupt man; spurious religion; caste; creed; color and discriminating tribe; with the Omnipresent grandeur and immortally sacrosanct spirit of the; Lord Divine.

How could you ever call a miserly auto rickshaw an aircraft; just because it increased its speed to a threadbare maximum; every once in a while?

How could you ever call a diminutive stone as a colossal mountain; just because it punctured a hole through the transparent shard of window glass when hurled forcefully?

How could you ever call an inconspicuous mosquito a diabolical demon; just because it stung you acrimoniously; greedily sucked only a few drops of scarlet blood?

How could you ever call an amalgamation of several colors a rainbow in the sky; just because they faintly resembled the vivaciously striped festoon which appeared when it rained in sunlight?

How could you ever call an infinitesimal candle flame as the flaming body of Sun; just because it imparted tiny bits of brightness to stingily illuminate the morbid night?

How could you ever call a small house lizard as a dangerously venomous reptile; just because it swished its tongue a little; slithered nimbly before leaping on its insect prey?

How could you ever call a minuscule bud of sordid cotton an immaculately long shirt embedded with golden beads; just because it gave a timid effect of soft cloth?

How could you ever call a single alphabet as the gargantuan compendium of the priceless dictionary; just because it was used to commence many words of the
oligarchic English language?

How could you ever call a hut as the grandiloquently adorned castle; just because it had a door to enter and leave as the palace did?

How could you ever call an innocuously rotund turtle a hostile crocodile; just because it had a serrated green shell engulfing its portly body?

How could you ever call a frugally single day as an entire decade; just because it had impregnated in it the cardinal constituents of time?

How could you ever call a miserly chunk of robust meat as the entire body; just because it oozed scarlet blood; had some lifeless hair extruding from its ghastly surface?

How could you ever call a tiny feather as the ominously hovering and big beaked vulture; just because it produced an unnoticeable draught of wind when forcefully flapped in plain air?

How could you ever call an obscurely shining pearl as the resplendently tenacious Moon in the sky; just because it glimmered a trifle of white rays; sporadically enlightened the atmosphere every now and again?

How could you ever call a broken piece of oar as the boundlessly fathomless ship; just because it produced ripples in the water when gently struck?

How could you ever call a dingy bottle of red ink as the crimson blood circulating in the veins; just because it was scarlet in color; flowed smoothly on any surface when kept?

How could you ever call a shattered and a disdainfully battered strand of glass as the entire eye incarcerated behind the fluttering lids; just because it portrayed a profusely hazy reflection of the person trying to peer into it?

How could you ever call the spuriously crying film actress as the sacrosanct mother who nurtured her child with her own milk; just because she evoked sanctimonious sympathy behind the silver screen?

And how could you ever call Man as the Omnipotent Creator; just because he had millions imprisoned in his wholesomely corrupt treasury; had countless people
running around him at the slightest of his command not because of any respect; but to grab his biscuits of silver; to grab his sinfully earned money?

How can I ever hear anybody else’s voice; when infact I have wholesomely surrendered all my power of hearing to your enchanting melody, when
infact I sighted my face in your eyes; indefatigably all day and night,

How can I ever emulate anybody else’s movements; when infact I irrevocably followed your intricate footsteps; right since the time I uttered my first
cry,

How can I ever sketch anybody else’s countenance; when I had immortally embossed your sacrosanct visage in the inner most arena of my chest,

How can I ever embrace anybody else’s body; when infact I was an indispensable part of your every majestically royal caress,

How can I ever dream about anybody else’s reflection; when infact I floated in the swirl of your stupendously passionate and charismatic breath,

How can I ever smile for anybody else’s looks; when infact you were perennially perched all over the contours of my rubicund lips,

How can I ever wait for anybody else to arrive; when infact your incredulously enamoring footprints were all that I could recognize,

How can I ever kiss anybody else’s cheeks; when infact your sacrosanct body was all that I took breath for,

How can I ever frolic with anybody else’s hair; when infact I was each minuscule portion; which entirely encapsulated your magnanimous forehead,

How can I ever write poetry for anybody else’s life; when infact you were poignantly present in every alphabet that unfolded from my tongue and hands,

How can I ever hoist anybody else’s belongings; when infact your intriguingly innocuous visage clung compassionately to my shoulders since decades
immemorial,

How can I ever cry for anybody else’s absence; when infact my eyes had forgotten to flutter beside your impeccably startling persona,

How can I ever yearn for anybody else’s presence; when infact even the most infinitesimal globule of your golden perspiration; meant to me more than my life,

How can I talk with anybody else’s face; when infact I was left dumbfounded forever witnessing your ravishingly Omnipotent grace,

How can I ever sing about anybody else’s demeanor; when infact your name was all that diffused like thunderbolts of volatile lightening; whenever I made the most inconspicuous of effort to open my lips,

How can I ever breathe; in anybody else’s anticipation; when infact your mesmerizing benevolence was all that unrelentingly flowed through my jacket of tenderly handsome lungs,

How can I ever live for anybody else’s whim and fancies; when infact I was the blood which transgressed through your veins; as the Sun flamed and faded the unfathomable expanse of blue sky,

And how can I ever love anybody else’s body; when infact your incomprehensible beauty poured out from each of my heart beat; metamorphosing each portion of
earth it cascaded on; into a celestial paradise.

For those of you who thought that there was no greater light on this Universe; than the ferociously flaming light; of the blisteringly flamboyant; afternoon Sun,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater power on this Universe; than the power of unfathomable treasuries of; majestically glittering gold and silver,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater color on this Universe; than the astoundingly vivacious color; of the vividly shimmering rainbow,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater force on this Universe; than the tumultuously incomprehensible force; of the brazenly intrepid tornado,

How about immortal love; whose Omnipotent aura miraculously healed the wounds of all despicably shivering alike; whose essence of celestial equality; made even the Greatest of God’s in the cosmos; salute it in for times immemorial?

1.

For those you who thought that there was no greater height; than the unsurpassably unconquerable height of the mountain; handsomely kissing the clouds,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater compassion; than the overwhelmingly poignant compassion; of caring only for your near and dear,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater heat on this Universe; than the insurmountably overpowering heat fulminating in your persona; to ecstatically march towards the corridors of untamed triumph,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater beauty on this Universe; than the ravishingly silken beauty of your nubile maiden; who danced to every
tune of your heart,

How about immortal love; whose Omnipresent fortress of mankind embraced all those miserably orphaned in its poignant belly; whose fragrance of invincible truth
made even the greatest of God’s in the cosmos; humbly bow to it for countless more births yet to come?

2.

For those of you who thought that there was no greater comfort on this Universe; than the unprecedented winds of comfort; in the seductively tantalizing lap of your
Mercedes,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater voice on this Universe; than the melodiously enchanting voice; of the everlasting nightingale,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater rejuvenation on this Universe; than the rejuvenation imparted by the; voluptuously undulating and frosty
beach waves,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater softness on this Universe; than the impeccable tufts of soft cotton; sprouting with puristic harmony in the fathomlessly sprawling fields,

How about immortal love; whose impregnable blanket of perpetual solidarity united the entire living race into the most formidable power alive; whose essence of timelessly uninhibited sharing made even the greatest of God’s in the cosmos; worship it for boundless more centuries yet to come?

3.

For those of you who thought that there was no greater freedom on this Universe; than wandering with free equanimity; at the crack of ethereal dawn; and even after the advancing sinister midnight; rhapsodically alike,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater religion on this Universe; than the irrefutably sacred religion which you intrinsically belonged to; the religion which you uttered from your very first cry,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater smell on this Universe; than the supremely stupendous and vibrantly ingratiating smell of the scarlet rose,

For those of you who thought that there was no greater knowledge on this Universe; than the astronomically endless knowledge assimilated in unbelievable proportions; within the dormitories of your tiny brain,

How about immortal love; whose Omniscient form brought a charismatic festoon of magical smiles to even the most disastrously deadly of corpse; whose essence of
divinely yearning and righteousness; made even the greatest of God’s in the cosmos; crown it as the most unconquerable blessing to lead vibrant life?

If i lived in a house blended with ripened banana,
clusters of the fresh green fruit extruding in abundance from the roof,
i wouldn’t have to cook my meal; surviving handsomely on slices of sugary white pulp.

if i resided in a house made of invincible steel bereft of corrugations,
and the beds being of molten iron curry,
i would seldom fall into bouts of sleep; roaming around wildly in sheer insomnia.

if i dwelt in a house impregnated with fearsome alligator skin,
bold premonitions of the monster encroaching would nictitate in my mind,
prompting me to sweat even in the freezing winter night.

if i occupied a house painted with cow dung plaster,
with fresh cakes of goat manure adhered to the floor,
the preposterous stench would suffocate me to unwarranted death.

if i slept in a house made of articulate time pieces,
the needle hands ticking in obstreperous unison,
i would continue to inhabit this earth with a niggling consciousness of evanescent time.

if i occupied a house with symmetrical holes in the roof,
with barren spaces impersonating clerestory windows,
water would cascade down torrentially in the monsoon,
transforming my abode into a sea of fresh liquid.

if i established my entity in a house juxtaposed with slabs of yellow gold,
also an incessant cascade of sparkling silver from the tall roof,
i would be sure of wasting the remainder of my life counting the affluence i possessed.

and if by chance i procured a house in sacrosanct realms of heaven,
with fairy god mothers flying around,
the philanthropic personality of almighty ready to converse with me all day,
i would consider myself as someone blessed with the most cherishable house of all.

The straw brimmed hat bobbed on the surface of the sea,
sleek motorboats churned through white froth of water,
pearly white shark glided harmlessly beneath a plethora of marine shrub,
the sun blazed violently from behind dirty grey cloud covers,
strong pouches of wind caused the waves to rise sky high,
thereby toppling the hat into deep territories of the emerald green ocean.

high powered torch beams cut tranquil stillness of the night,
the huge mast danced tantalizingly in the breeze,
large walls of timber were coated with wax paint,
conical rooms were fitted with paraffin lamp,
there were a battalion of mice on the kitchen floor,
pungent aroma of maize whisky floated in the air,
a pandemonium of voices rose in chorused unison,
crackling fires burnt on the broad steel deck,
menacing octopus roasted on barbecue grills,
blasting tunes diffused from the programmed loudspeaker,
gentle silver light of the moon engulfed their bodies,
big drops of the salt and mineral struck them in frenzy,
the gypsies were having the time of their lives,
with several hours left before the next brilliant dawn,
and a host of sea food bubbling in red hot steam of the oven,
as the two storeyed house boat gathered spurts of speed,
galloping towards realms of the distantly stretched Black horizon.

I burnt long sheets of plastic in orange flames of gas burner,
extracted a molten mixture of sticky wax,
placed it for several hours in a large pitcher
containing cool water,
obtained residue left overs of elastic rubber,
which I compressed into straight folds,
stitching the straight ends with curved rivet pins,
I finally composed a utility rubber bottle,
Fitted with a lid cork revolving in the clockwise direction.

High up in the snow clad terrain I dwelt,
With icy sheets of winds depositing paltry amounts of frozen liquid,
Crackling firewood proving insufficient in the biting cold,
The bedroom window overlooking ivory white landscapes laden with snow crusts,
Christmas pine trees camouflaged beneath velvety cover of condensed rain,
It was a breathtaking sight to witness in the day,
The night stabbed me like a thousand daggers dipped in hard ice-cream,
There simply seemed no respite from chilly disposition of winter cold.

I knew something had to be done to save my skin,
Provide me reassuring comfort throughout lengthy hours of the brutal night,
Reinforce my pale and shrunken body machinery with luke warm currents of wind,
That was exactly when minute fibers of brain chalked a plan of action,
I decided to fill blistering liquid in the rubber bottle,
Which I had previously prepared with loads of caution,
Closed the lid tight, placed the bottle on my shivering chest,
Snuggled under my favorite bearskin quilt,
To relish and savour infinite hours of unending sleep.