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I played a game of soccer; kicking the rotund football with rampant frenzy; when I felt the muscles in my feet were pertinently aching,

I played a game of cricket; swishing the cherry shaped ball boundless feet out of the oval ground; when I felt that the disdainful cluster of knots building up in my hands were raring to be wholesomely released,

I played a game of basketball; levitating my feet countless inches from the ground to find the sweet spot of the crisscrossed net; when I felt an insatiable urge in my persona to be as tall as the lanky building,

I played a game of cards; manipulatively dealing the resplendent paper across the furry table; when I felt that the currency in my pocket was rapidly diminishing; and I didn’t want to slog it under the sweltering heat of the midday Sun,

I played a game of long tennis; articulately maneuvering my gaudy racket all round the court; when I felt that an unrelenting urge to defeat my horrendous adversary,

I played a game of wind sailing; dexterously steering my long clothed boat against a battalion of turbulently tangy ocean waves; when I felt the exhilaration evaporating at swashbuckling speeds from my veins; an incorrigible spell of dull sleep besieging my slender framework of bones,

I played a game of chess; ingeniously moving my pieces on the enigmatically checkered board; when I felt that the dead cells in my mind; the dolorous stagnancy in my demeanor needed that captivating rejuvenation,

I played a game of hide and seek; flirtatiously camouflaging myself behind the bushes away from the sight of my girl; when I felt mystical pangs of naughty mischief mildly caress my soul,

I played a game of table tennis; bashing the hollow plastic with fervent intensity virtually into my opponents face; when I felt that my ears were dying to hear that ping pong sound which so delectably made them oblivious to this mundane world,

I played a game of swimming; passionately waving my arms to emulate a silver dolphin in the pool; when I felt that the skin enveloping my body was dying a
premature death; the hair on my back had slept long ago,

I played a game of long jump; escalating my whole body to stupendous heights over the flimsy bar; when I felt a tingling sensation in my mind to conquer the acrimonious flurry of hurdles,
I played a game of hockey; careening the round marble with my stick right into the heart of the goal; when I felt that the food in my stomach was rotting to hell; needed some indispensable activity to be harmoniously digested,

I played a game of ice skating; gliding as smoothly as a white eagle across the frozen coat of scintillating snow; when I felt that an celestial urge to cover marathon miles without a single walk or run,

I played a game of sword fighting; audaciously clanging pugnacious metal with metal under the pearly rays of the full moonlight; when I felt that my senses wanted to duplicate the royal king; adopt his supremely oligarchic techniques to savor the flavor of majestic life,

I played a game of crossword puzzle; meticulously synchronizing and arranging a fleet of alphabets in chronological rows in order to make prudent sense; when I felt that I needed to inevitably brush up my fading vocabulary; before it entirely disappeared with the passing clouds,

I played a game of staring; looking inexorably into my partners eyes till God himself descended on this earth ordered them to close; when I felt that the tenacity in vision was getting hazier by the unfurling minute; the lazy obscurity could almost make me blind,

I played a game of billiards; stroking the white beacon handsomely with my rosewood stick; when I felt wanted to uninhibitedly feast my eyes on the island of
fur coated green; make the table compassionately resonate under the weight of
my magnificent ivory rod,

I played a game of whistling; melodiously deluging the perpetually still ambience with a compendium of ravishing tunes; when I intransigently felt that my lips do the talking instead of my fat tongue,

I played a game of screaming; shouting explosively over the contemporary mike; when I felt that my nimble voice took decades to be heard; and people turned an
abysmally deaf ear; everytime I spoke,

I played a game of snakes and ladders; wistfully tossing the dice to climb the perilous mountain; when I felt that I had become overwhelmingly mature; needed
to revive my nostalgic memories; go right back into innocuous childhood,

And I played a game of love; ardently embracing my beloved; drowning myself in mind; body; spirit and soul into the cloud of her enchanting romance; to live
life blissfully; allow several others of my kind to do the same in the infinite moments yet to unveil; the years still to come.

While both my eyes were busy seeking possibilities to survive in this mercenary world; discerning the good and bad scattered overwhelmingly around,
Infinite eyes of his were fully engrossed in protecting me even from the tiniest of shadow of evil; seeing to it that I existed in perpetual happiness.

While both my hands were busy building a house for me and my beloved to live; fetching bricks; and vigorously molding a mountain of cement and stone,
Infinite hands of his were fully engrossed protecting our dwelling from unrelenting storm and rain; blessing us with the prowess of evolving several more like us in mankind.

While both my feet were busy conquering territories; running unfathomable distances to explore the entire globe and discover,
Infinite feet of his were fully engrossed in wading off all the impediments that I might perniciously confront in my expedition; impregnating loads of strength and conviction in every step I take.

While both my ears were busy in deciphering the enigmatic tunes of this commercial continent; trying to reach out to the sounds of victory and unprecedented prosperity,
Infinite ears of his were fully engrossed in sequestering me from morbid voices of the corpse; ensuring that I heard nothing else but incessant rhymes from the heaven, while marching at lightening speeds towards my goal.

While both my fingers were busy in composing poetry; metamorphosing every dream of mine into embossed reality; capturing the beauty of the entire cosmos in each of my minuscule alphabets,
Infinite fingers of his were fully engrossed in stirring the chords of my imagination; profoundly triggering my mind to envisage what no one else could have ever thought about or conceived on this earth.

While both my shoulders were busy in bearing the weight of my mother; carrying her inexorably over the treacherous sea’s as she had relinquished all power to walk,
Infinite shoulders of his were fully engrossed urging me to unceasingly surge forward; making me emerge successful in my mission of saving both of our lives; more importantly take my mother to a place where she could blissfully meditate.

While both my lips were busy announcing to the world my right to live; my unstinted belief in passionate love and harmonious peace,
Infinite lips of his were fully engrossed in silencing my critics; pacifying my unruly adversaries with the omnipotent power of his speech.

While both my nostrils were busy inhaling indispensable amounts of air; facilitating me to dance merrily and with uninhibited abandon; embracing all human kind,
Infinite nostrils of his were fully engrossed in evolving all the moisture I required to live; flooding each aspect of my life with the scent of invincible happiness.

And while both my heart and soul were busy in pursuing their unending reservoir of dreams; throbbed fervently for the person they adored and loved,
Infinite hearts of the creator were fully engrossed in imparting me with vivacious beats; instilling the very element of existence that propelled me to be the way I am; fomenting me to imagine to stupendous limits; and stand unflinching to encounter any individual on this planet with all the Herculean power; I possessed today.

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every ounce of diabolically demented lies; the profanely beleaguered manipulation of the tongue which was the greatest of
living parasite,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every shade of pathetically impoverished racial indiscrimination; the sanctimonious boundaries of caste; creed; color and race; which irrevocably crippled resplendent earth; for an infinite more of its destined lives,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every act of heinously committed crime; those countless innocent screams which wafted till eternity and without the tiniest of
respite,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every gutter of commercialism from oozing its cadaverous streams; the robotically unemotional arms of sacrilegious monotony;
forever crucifying the idol of divine human sensitivity,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every insinuation of tawdrily devastating politics; the tireless mockery of priceless living beings being made; by a handful of egocentrically bald world leaders,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every salaciously ribald desert of adulteration; foolhardily wanton human contraptions; unforgivably plundering into the unconquerable virginity of mother nature,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every war that happens in the name of spurious religion; those boundless children who’re mercilessly orphaned; as an aftermath
of abhorrently penalizing meaninglessness,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every deliriously jinxed imagination of the sinfully satanic brain; the horrendous ramifications of inconsolably brutal bloodshed that
it irretrievably led to,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every graveyard of self inflicted decay; the morass of disdainfully unbearable obsolescence; which inexorably massacres even the most
infinitesimal desire to exist,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every ingredient of baselessly non-existent pride; the inevitably burying downfall that immediately followed it; without the slightest of innuendo,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every shade of fecklessly livid gloom; the vindictive daggerheads of inexplicable depression; that unsparingly ripped apart even the most sacrosanct lining of the soul,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every footstep of ludicrous insecurity; the germs of ignominiously baseless fear starting to unceasingly gobble you; even before you could alight a single foot,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every impression of dogmatic impotence; the morbidly unthinkable corpses of stagnation that arose; when you chauvinistically
and selfishly conserved your seeds in your own body,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every bit of delinquent lacklusterness on this fathomless planet; the innumerable innocuous deaths that took place every unfurling instant; in the prisons of besmirched unemployment,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every robust tree being heartlessly felled; the most preposterously unbearable metamorphosing of every meadow of celestial green;
into a crematorium of inconspicuously malicious ash,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every breath of ominously squelching betrayal that surreptitiously eloped from the nostril; a indefatigably violent and mournfully pugnacious civilization that culminated therein,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every anecdote of uncouthly pulverizing the unfortunately poor; erecting castles of worthless gold on the foundations of
unimpeachably truthful humanitarian blood,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every submissive defeat infront of the unjustly marauding devil; those uncountable moments of castrated imprisonment whilst
surrendering; whereas the head should only bow down on the feet of the Omnipotent Creator,

And then; immediately after every FULL STOP that you put; start each new sentence of your symbiotically redolent and benign life; afresh and majestically
replenished with the blessings of the Omnipresent Creator and the magical words of “Immortal Love”

Bristles of pathetically nonchalant lacklusterness; insidiously disseminated
from the toothbrush of invidiously ghoulish boredom,

Bristles of morbidly lackadaisical remorsefulness; abhorrently diffused from
the toothbrush of desolately forlorn decay and stagnation,

Bristles of spell bindingly ravishing enchantment; bountifully emanated from
the toothbrush of unsurpassably overwhelming beauty,

Bristles of abominably despicable salaciousness; gruesomely wafted from the
toothbrush of diabolically lecherous manipulation,

Bristles of indiscriminately unending bloodshed; gorily sprouted from the
toothbrush of spuriously non-existent and uncouthly biased racialism,

Bristles of ubiquitously enamoring fascination; exotically flowered from the
toothbrush of the resplendently intoxicating and gracious night,

Bristles of unconquerably unparalleled optimism; irrefutably blazed from the
toothbrush of the Omnipotently flamboyant and golden Sun,

Bristles of insatiably supreme majesty; poignantly bloomed from the toothbrush of uninhibitedly regale and timeless benevolence,

Bristles of indefatigably fathomless ecstasy; stupendously cropped up from
the toothbrush of vibrantly tantalizing and melanging compassion,

Bristles of jubilantly sensuous wholeheartedness; incredulously sprang up from the toothbrush of philanthropically embellished and triumphantly scintillating humanity,

Bristles of intrepidly exhilarating fearlessness; sparklingly bounced from the toothbrush of irrevocably unshakable and altruistic patriotism,

Bristles of seductively enthralling and rhapsodic fantasy; ebulliently fulminated from the toothbrush of tantalizingly reinvigorating paradise,

Bristles of insanely preposterous melancholia; savagely diffused from the
toothbrush of heinously treacherous and ominously disparaging crime,

Bristles of horrendously inclement despair; coldbloodedly culminated
from the toothbrush of lugubriously slithering discontentment,
Bristles of barbarically penalizing and dreary stress; perilously oozed from the toothbrush of bizarrely besieging and satanically crippling monotony,

Bristles of disastrously impoverished and measly stink; perniciously blasted
from the toothbrush of hideously dictatorial and viciously adulterated politics,

Bristles of unbelievably debilitating and orphaned poverty; miserably dispersed from the toothbrush of ignominiously castigating and pugnacious prejudice,

Bristles of perpetually everlasting prosperity and happiness; incessantly luminated from the toothbrush of celestially ever-pervading life,

Bristles of Omnisciently sacred enlightenment; marvelously radiated from the
toothbrush of eternally unassailable and regally glorious truth,

And Bristles of immortally sacrosanct and unconquerable love; timelessly
spawned from the toothbrush of resplendently throbbing and passionately
philanthropic heart.

If you viewed the majestic deserts from the forlornly turgid cloud’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but impoverished beggars rotting in the graveyards of hell since times immemorial,

If you viewed innocuous flesh from the treacherously venomous scorpions perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a ludicrously dwindling bait; exhaling its very last plumes of preposterously extinguishing existence,

If you viewed pristine eyes from the vindictively vituperative bat’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but uxoriously slavering eggs of vicious infidelity; waiting to be pierced and unsparingly bludgeoned till even beyond the corpses of hell,

If you viewed the Omnipotent Sun from the cadaverously sinister night’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a hedonistically menacing barbecue; roasting every conceivable entity into inconspicuously livid ash,

If you viewed poignant blood from the delinquently scurrilous parasite’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the most savagely scrumptious meal; ever born on the trajectory of this boundless Universe,

If you viewed uninhibited happiness from the haplessly deadened skeleton’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the most spuriously unsolicited idiosyncrasy; squandering without any ostensible reason or rhyme on the lap of soil,

If you viewed sagacious literacy from the indiscriminately beheading murderer’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a fecklessly wastrel bug; an unfathomably heinous prison wasting countless hours of the world,

If you viewed the divinely mother from the salaciously corrupt politicians
perspective; she’d seem to be nothing else; but an inanely squatting and baselessly lascivious spider; which needed to be endlessly squelched under the pretext of delirious ambition and barbarous desire,

If you viewed fragrant soil from the tyrannically monotonous builder’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but another bundle of meaninglessly brown feces; which needed to be ruptured and brutally excoriated to the most unprecedented limits; so that uncouth structures of stone could enlighten the sky,

If you viewed the unadulterated infant from the profanely plucking vulture’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an ephemeral speck of morning breakfast; whose eyeball’s needed to be ghastily devoured as dessert; after iconoclastically snapping apart the blood and fledgling bones,
If you viewed the regal painting from the hoarsely emaciated beggar’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a wonderful begging bowl; in which could be blissfully accumulated the entire coin- collection of the sweltering day,

If you viewed the eternal meadow from the indefatigably crunching dinosaur’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a chunk of soggily slandering
cake; disappearing into remorseful nothingness at the tiniest exhalation of breath,

If you viewed the enchanting rainbow from the inexhaustibly cold-blooded
crocodile’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an unsurpassably appetizing delicacy; that needed to be tirelessly munched till times beyond infinite infinity,

If you viewed the spell-binding eyelashes from the truculent butcher’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but a fringe of lifeless hair; that would do astoundingly well to garnish the silhouettes of the red meat just unceremoniously cooked,

If you viewed the truthful conscience from the satanically grotesque ghost’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a coffin of raunchily asphyxiating darkness; devastating countless in its gruesomely amorphous swirl,

If you viewed the intricately hollow ears from the ballistically stinging spider’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but lifelessly morbid hollows in which could spawn the most gratuitously ribald of silken web,

If you viewed perennially burgeoning breath from the lugubriously obsolete
grave’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but insurmountably decayed air; which would forever spread cursedly appalling doom,

If you viewed limitlessly blessed life from the invidiously torturous death’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but gallows of gorily cumbersome oblivion; which massacred more vociferously than ever before; as each instant unveiled,

And if you viewed immortal love from the unceasingly marauding devil’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the immeasurably insidious valley of betrayal; which snapped the wings of compassionately unequivocal relationship; without the slightest of chance to relent.

Freedom at last in the winds of triumphantly bountiful heaven; where there prevailed not the tiniest iota of blasphemous lies and treachery; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to heal every inexplicable wound- in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the landscapes of brilliantly enlightening heaven; where every conceivable route only led to eternally fructifying happiness; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to wholesomely banish every sin of a countless past lives—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the mists of unconquerably empowering heaven; where there existed only the religion of immortally bonding humanity; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to annihilate each dastardly prejudice of the soul—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the arms of fearlessly miraculous heaven; where the most fathomless sums of money were treated like feckless shit; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to inundate each tyrannized persona with boundless love—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the footsteps of immeasurably wondrous heaven; where there existed no pain; no misery; no imperceptible suffering; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to uplift each ingredient of your blood towards the ultimate destination of your life—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the cradle of mellifluously invincible heaven; where there forever ruled only the principles of ubiquitous equality; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to magically vanquish the parasite—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the waves of sensuously emancipating heaven; where even the most wildest of unfinished fantasies were royally replenished; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to scrap the very ruthless definition of monotony—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the whispers of magnetically charismatic heaven; where even the most inconsolably traumatized of tears were metamorphosed into priceless pearls; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to impregnably fortify each dying aspect of existence—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the walls of insuperably fragrant heaven; where every bit of truth which was unflinchingly spoken was given the highest respect; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to perennially terminate all lies—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the corridors of ecstatically undefeated heaven; where grotesque cowardice completely dissolved to sow the seeds of unparalleled Samaritan bravery; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to inexhaustibly inspire one and all alike—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the horizons of everlastingly sacrosanct heaven; where there palpitated inimitable purity in each heart; soul and bounteous conscience; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to pave a way through the most flagrant of storms—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the eyes of unbelievably passionate heaven; where a cloudburst of sensuality reigned supreme in even the most oblivious of leaf; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to proliferate each stagnating body into an infinite—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the cisterns of endlessly mesmerizing heaven; where maiming hopelessness and haplessness were never born; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to lead each benign heart to victory—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the tunes of euphorically infallible heaven; where the melody of unlimited natural creation was the ultimate mantra and panacea of each instant; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to end all devastating war—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the aisles of fantastically ameliorating heaven; where even the most unbearably excruciating of pain dissolved into the wands of love; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to timelessly lead towards unshakable prosperity— in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the wings of indefatigably romantic heaven; where every true lover perpetually became one with its endearing partner; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to forever protect against all evil—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the clouds of blissfully altruistic heaven; where every perceivable greed and satanic desire was forever quelled by the songs of divinely contentment; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to behead every rapacious devil—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the canvas of astoundingly sensitive heaven; where there torrentially rained nothing else but beautifully ravishing poetry; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to forever befriend each emaciated soul—in blessed abundance everywhere,
But unfortunately, Jail and salaciously penalizing jail till the end of destined life; as I got up with a jolt of lightening from my nocturnal sleep; wishing and only wishing for veritable death; to transit me from this earthly jail to Omniscient heaven; once again.

Brown smoke rose from the tall chimney,
sinister eagles glided creating powerful draughts of wind,
grey lizards swished their tail as they clawed upwards,
dried moisture from the river bank descended on the tapered structure,
engulfing parched skin of concrete with paltry amounts of natural coolant.

high up in the tower dwelt a grizzly haired man,
solitude camouflaged him in totality,
shriveled bones of his body shone prominently,
silky white beard flowed majestically from his facial contours,
adorned he was in godly robes of saffron gold,
each of his finger was studded with a mystical charm,
there lay a crystal globe abreast of him,
which he presumed dissipated entangled enigmas of life.

an affluent man met him with loads of hope,
bereft he was of precious centers of life bestowing vision,
he had groped about in darkness ever since he was born.
the eccentric saint stared at him for long hours,
commanded him to kiss the crystal trophy, containing perfumed mountain shrub
and water,
sprinkled all parts of his persona with pinches of turmeric powder,
smeared his eyes with a paste of rabbit whisker and boiled mushroom,
chanted spell bounding rhymes with proficient ease,
swayed like a maniac expending all energy possessed by his wrinkled feet,
the transformation that occured was breathtaking, transparent globules of water welled up in the mans eyes,
blurred outlines of the room became slowly visible,
decades of agony in dark seemed to be fading fast,
he could now see the razor sharp outlines of ducks in the river,
as fresh rays of morning Sunlight caressed him with their full might.

I will never kiss lips other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; incorrigibly refraining from indulging in the web of licentious desire,
And if ever I did; it would only be your voluptuous armory of seductive smiles; freshly born once again.

I will never stare into eyes other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; abhorring the most gorgeous of alien eyeballs like infinitesimal strands of worthless broomstick,
And if ever I did; it will only be your island of tantalizing eyelashes; freshly born once again.

I will never caress skin other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; disdainfully shrugging the very prospect of ravishing complexion under my
nonchalant frowns,
And if ever I did; it will only be your river of mesmerizing perspiration; freshly born once again.

I will never fondle hair other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; disregarding the most titillating conglomerate of silk; like infinite mosquitoes descending from the sky,
And if ever I did; it will only be your blanket of stupendously enchanting eyebrows; freshly born once again.

I will never drown in any voice other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; massacring even the most exotic trace of sound hovering in untamed
vicinity,
And if ever I did; it will only be your melodious ocean of poignant tunes; freshly born once again.

I will never frolic with a persona other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; sequestering myself in wholesome oblivion amidst the juggernaut of boisterous activity in this chaotic world,
And if ever I did; it will only be your innocuously divine progeny; freshly born
once again.

I will never worship footsteps other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; perennially closing my ears to the most ravenously rhapsodic maidens in this boundless Universe,
And if ever I did; it will only be your incredulously royal shadow; freshly born
once again.

I will never blend with palms other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; blowing all magnetic touch lingering in the atmosphere; under the languid yawns which entrenched my mouth,
And if ever I did; it will only be your cavalcade of profusely impeccable destiny lines; freshly born once again.

I will never mingle with breath other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; remaining as stoical as white ice; even as the most fabulous of seductresses overwhelmed me with their charismatic fragrance,
And if ever I did; it will only be your flurry of insurmountably passionate gasps; freshly born once again.

I will never love any heart other than yours till the time I breathed my last breath; standing like an invincible fortress against the most inevitable of alluring assaults,
And if ever I did; then it will only be your everlasting paradise of pulsating beats; freshly born once again.

Almost every person on this fathomlessly enchanting earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; inimitably venerated mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unconquerably stared into the whites of my impoverished eyes; giving my unfinished optimism; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined
lifetimes.

Almost every person on this boundlessly spell binding earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; impregnably divine mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first interlocked her magical fingers with mine; giving my
flagrantly unfinished conviction; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this magnetically jubilant earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; celestially sacred mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first ardently kissed me on the contours of my destitute
lips; giving my haplessly unfinished sensuality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this unlimitedly emollient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; bountifully Godly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unrestrictedly surrendered her chastity to me; giving
my hopelessly unfinished fertility; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this unbelievably ecstatic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; innocuously Omnipotent mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first rescued me from the mortuaries of suicide; giving my
treacherously unfinished desires; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this unabashedly ebullient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; spell-bindingly Omniscient mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first sensuously traced her tantalizing fingers through
every bone of my spine; giving my brutally unfinished vitality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this ubiquitously blessing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; triumphantly unflinching mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first embraced me in her insuperably mitigating grip; giving
my despairingly unfinished footsteps; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this timelessly endowing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; Omnipresently vibrant mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first astoundingly sketched my nimbly shrunken form; giving
my unsparingly unfinished identity; fresh birth; for an infinite more my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this limitlessly enthralling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; unshakably faithful mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first blown her fierily immortal breath on my cheeks; giving
my lividly unfinished deliriousness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this interminably majestic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; blessedly unparalleled mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first mischievously cavorted with me through sparkling ponds
of rain; giving my egregiously unfinished monotony; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this beautifully bounteous earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; indomitably Godly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uttered my name from her unfettered tongue; giving my
pathetically unfinished integrity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this inscrutably tingling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perpetually altruistic mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first inseparably mated with me; giving my treacherously
unfinished manhood; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this poignantly candid earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; incomparably benign mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first proposed me as her ultimate lifepartner; giving my
unbearably unfinished hysteria; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this eclectically egalitarian earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perennially towering mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first cast her venerated shadow upon mine; giving my
insouciantly unfinished stride; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this gigantically blessed earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; enchantingly ameliorating mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uncontrollably tickled me with her big toe; giving my
deplorably unfinished ashes of intensity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this unsurpassably undying earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; beautifully unadulterated mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first signed her every impression upon my blood; giving my
indescribably unfinished cowardliness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this incredulously vivacious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; wonderfully unprejudiced mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first made me sleep in her selflessly humanitarian lap; giving my indiscriminately unfinished restlessness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

Almost every person on this untiringly victorious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; undefeatedly queenly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first placed her miraculously emancipating palms on my
frazzled head; giving my ruthlessly unfinished frustrations; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

And almost every person on this amazingly proliferating earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; unshakably royal mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first bonded every beat of her heart with mine; giving my
cursedly unfinished love; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.

I pedal my bicycle furiously,
at unearthly hour of midnight,
ripping past juicy breeze of the summer month,
with increasing pressure on coiled springs,
compressed in plastic interiors of cycle seat.
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frenzied movement of muscular leg,
thorough dismantle of combed hair,
watery mucus flowing through square nose,
body sac filled with pouches of exhilaration,
deactivating tense network of frayed nerve cell,
releasing trapped energies of my mind,
sweat drops of hate oozing out,
venom webs of complication snapping apart,
stale air gushing from wide open mouth,
cleansing dirt from contaminated platelets of blood,
i gradually arrive by the silent river side,
park my sleek bike on angular stand,
securing it with locked chain metal,
descend down the steps of the river,
splash my feet depleted of footwear,
with body blows of wind across my chest,
in the luke warm waters of the holy ganges.