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All of us on this fathomlessly enchanting Universe; might be of wholesomely and unimaginably different; colors. But that’s really insignificant and comes NEXT.

All of us on this bountifully brilliant Universe; might be of wholesomely and spell-bindingly different; heights. But that’s really nonsensical and comes NEXT.

All of us on this fantastically eclectic Universe; might be of wholesomely and astoundingly different; physiques. But that’s really inconspicuous and comes NEXT.

All of us on this boundlessly resplendent Universe; might be of wholesomely and unsurpassably different; strengths. But that’s foolhardy and comes NEXT.

All of us on this gregariously proliferating Universe; might be of wholesomely and incredibly different; philosophies. But that’s really worthless and comes NEXT.

All of us on this beautifully embellished Universe; might be of wholesomely and entirely different; castes. But that’s really meaningless and comes NEXT.

All of us on this handsomely unbridled Universe; might be of wholesomely and indescribably different; urges. But that’s really insouciant and comes NEXT.

All of us on this poignantly fructifying Universe; might be of wholesomely and implausibly different; dialects. But that’s really unthinkable and comes NEXT.

All of us on this endlessly mesmerizing Universe; might be of wholesomely and incomprehensibly different; fortunes. But that’s really preposterous and comes NEXT.

All of us on this timelessly embracing Universe; might be of wholesomely and irretrievably different; psyches. But that’s really livid and comes NEXT.

All of us on this stupendously enthralling Universe; might be of wholesomely and inconceivably different; feelings. But that’s really non-existent and comes NEXT.

All of us on this redolently blessed Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexpressibly different; skins. But that’s really ethereal and comes NEXT.

All of us on this miraculously alleviating Universe; might be of wholesomely and irrevocably different; tribes. But that’s really disappearing and comes NEXT.

All of us on this perennially royal Universe; might be of wholesomely and unutterably different; signatures. But that’s really feckless and comes NEXT.
All of us on this majestically untainted Universe; might be of wholesomely and incommunicably different; weights. But that’s really purposeless and comes NEXT.

All of us on this triumphantly mellifluous Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexplicably different; premonitions. But that’s really oblivious and comes NEXT.

All of us on this Omnisciently bestowing Universe; might be of wholesomely and perplexingly different; brains. But that’s really transient and comes NEXT.

All of us on this magically healing Universe; might be of wholesomely and unfathomably different; dreams. But that’s really fleeting and comes NEXT.

All of us on this magnetically multiplying Universe; might be of wholesomely and unceasingly different; nationalities. But that’s really subjugated and comes NEXT.

But all of us on this eternally egalitarian Universe; have been; are and will forever and ever and ever; symbiotically continue to be God’s most pricelessly unconquerable “HUMANS/LIVING BEINGS”. Now that’s really and irrefutably immortal and comes ” FIRST “.

Even the most insuperably Omnipotent of Sun had to intransigently burn itself first; before imparting boundless galleries of optimistically mitigating and enchanting daylight,

Even the most unbelievably voluptuous waves had to clash against the cold-blooded rocks first; before diffusing into an exhilarating odyssey of timelessly poignant froth,

Even the most iridescently emollient stars had to float in obscurely disdainful clouds and blackness first; before entrancing the entire Universe with an endless stream of spell bindingly cavorting twinkle,

Even the most indomitably towering mountains had to face the indiscriminate whiplash of gratuitously inexorable storm; rain and traitors first; before compassionately sequestering countless helpless in their invincible belly,

Even the most harmoniously synergistic of bees had to get unsparingly mobbed in their hives first; before exuding into the most bountifully fructifying of majestically golden honey,

Even the most prolifically talented writers had to cry a billion tears of eccentric frustration first; before evolving a whole new civilization of astoundingly blessed freshness; through each of their effusively ebullient words,

Even the most mystically serene forests had to bear the brutally agonizing roar of the untamed lion first; before wonderfully metamorphosing into a paradise of celestially impregnable sleep,

Even the most impeccably sacrosanct milk had to obnoxiously molest and pulverize itself first; before transforming into cisterns of unsurpassably heavenly and incredulously frolicking curd,

Even the most opulently diamond studded candle had to ludicrously melt itself first; before culminating into a beam of priceless hope; in the forlornly cadaverous and starless night,

Even the most unequivocally scintillating of mirror had to shatter itself into an infinite fragments of nothingness first; before it could reflect the most unbiasedly truthful and unconquerable image of eternal righteousness,

Even the most holistically ever-pervading goddess had to peerlessly cross the austerely blazing fires first; before proving to her husband that she was an
unparalleled apostle of unshakable faithfulness and humanity,
Even the most beautifully burgeoning soil had to disastrously puncture itself with seeds first; before miraculously sprouting into the royally untainted fruits of unflinchingly mesmerizing humanity,

Even the most melodiously resting mind had to uncontrollably fantasize first; before incredulously mollifying each of its restlessly howling dormitories with inevitably gratifying siesta,

Even the most compassionately inhaling sheep had to mercilessly shave their skins first; before ubiquitously imparting entities of every fraternity; with unconquerably convivial warmth,

Even the most stupendously fragrant roses had to face the onslaught of a limitless vituperative insects on their petals first; before perpetuating an unprecedented gorge of egalitarian scent; in the hearts of one and all organism; sacredly alike,

Even the most articulately ingratiating magician had to drown himself into a spell of tirelessly flawless concentration first; before spawning a hall of brilliantly
unfettered magic,

Even the most irrefutably spotless conscience had to transcend over a trillion treacherously derogatory lies first; before timelessly proliferating into an unceasing cosmos of Omnipresently bestowing justice,

Even the most pricelessly inimitable of inventions had to lick lugubriously meaningless dirt and shit first; before handsomely enlightening the entire planet with
light of regally dazzling newness,

And even the most immortal of love and life had to embrace a fathomless deaths in the coffins of indiscriminately excoriating hell first; before blossoming into an insuperably ever-pervading atmosphere of prosperity; divinity and endlessly
symbiotic paradise.

When I lit a fire in the peak of sweltering summer; with the Sun dazzling to a fiery radiance in the sky,
Amalgamating pieces of dry logwood and scores of incongruously shaped leaves,
Adding several sheets of crumpled paper along with a plethora of dilapidated brick,
The conflagration caught fumes rapidly; with amber flames leaping at electric speeds towards the clouds,
However I soon extinguished the blaze splashing gigantic buckets of river water; as I could no longer bear the tumultuous heat; with large beads of sweat trickling down my nape.

When I lit a fire under the ominously dark sky; with the thunder clouds partially obliterating my gaze,
The Sun playing hide and seek like a frivolous maiden; appearing for flash seconds; then disappearing again for marathon hours of time,
An ambience of ethereal blackness encompassing the atmosphere; with birds making their journeys homewards,
The majestic peacock spreading the plumage of its kingly feathers; to mesmerizing semicircles,
The fumes no doubt rose to unprecedented heights; however they soon subsided in entirety; as torrential showers of rain came pelting down.

When I lit a fire midway through autumn; with tropical trees sporadically shedding their foliage,
Gathering dead chunks of dilapidated timber; impregnating them with a bulky sheaf of burnt grass blades,
The tepid stream waters gently striking my dreary toes; profoundly accentuated ripples causing high rising waves,
Melodious chirping of the nightingale permeating the air; with a conglomerate of enchanting sounds,
The fumes had a merry time as they swirled in the air; however I annihilated the same; beating them frantically with gunny bags; as they interfered with the moderately cool air hitting my eyes.

And when I lit a fire amidst the snow clad mountain; in the acridly blowing breeze of chilly winter,
Painstakingly managing to ignite the lumber twigs and leaf; rekindling it incessantly with intermittent applications of the rake,
Shielding it from the irrevocable onslaught of gusty winds; camouflaging it under a canvas tent,
A drum replete with lager beer placed by my shivering persona; I felt warm waves of heat instantly soothing the array of goose bumps formed on my skin,
Expressed gratitude from the inner most core of my heart; to the firewood and beer for saving my life from the freezing cold

Tell me. Does the Omnipotent Sun in anyways; blaze through her impoverished dwelling an iota less; than it unrelentingly streams in through the bricks of your
sanctimoniously incarcerated castle?

Tell me. Do the poignantly royal roses in anyways; waft their mesmerizing redolence through her dingy dwelling an iota less; than they unremittingly enlighten every conceivable morbid space in your chauvinistically victimizing castle?

Tell me. Does the iridescently milky moonlight in anyways; majestically enamor her shattered dwelling an iota less; than it celestially sweeps across the ostentatiously emotionless chimneys of your sonorously prejudiced castle?

Tell me. Do the nightingales in anyways; ecstatically sing the songs of victory around her inconspicuous dwelling an iota less; than they perennially murmur the hymns of mellifluous freedom in the brutally ensnared gardens of your fetidly dictatorial castle?

Tell me. Do the untamed forests in anyways; cast their spells of unconquerable mysticism on her match-boxed dwelling an iota less; than they timelessly and
inscrutably whisper upon the caged boundaries of your atrociously sadistic castle?

Tell me. Do the boundless oceans in anyways; perpetuate their rhapsodic tanginess upon her dingy dwelling an iota less; than they uninhibitedly grant new definitions of unbridled liberation to your sacrilegiously damned castle?

Tell me. Does the victoriously unabashed breeze in anyways; magnificently cool her truncated dwelling an iota less; than it undauntedly soothes every despairingly frazzled nerve within the realms of your acrimoniously perverted castle?

Tell me. Does the euphorically torrential rain in anyways; timelessly fertilize her penurious dwelling an iota less; than it thunderously sweeps every ounce of cadaverous fretfulness from each adulterated whisker of your demonically
chained castle?

Tell me. Do the first beams of optimistically unfettered dawn in anyways; ebulliently caress her measly dwelling an iota less; than they bestow fresh rays of priceless hope to every callously blackened cranny of your heartlessly wanton castle?

Tell me. Do the limitlessly fantasizing clouds of heaven in anyways; voluptuously enshroud her restricted dwelling an iota less; than they transcend over every bit of tyrannically diabolical monotony in your ominously worthless castle?

Tell me. Do the seeds of a blissfully futuristic tomorrow in anyways; compassionately blossom infront of her mercurial dwelling an iota less; than they brilliantly transform every ounce of impotence into invincible fertility; in your uncouthly
monotonous castle?

Tell me. Do the iridescent stars in anyways; triumphantly twinkle upon her miserly dwelling an iota less; than they brilliantly illuminate every torturously slandering night in your cold-bloodedly devilish castle?

Tell me. Does the sky of impregnably truth in anyways; unassailably bestow its essence of mellifluous sweetness upon her evanescent dwelling an iota less;
than it perennially metamorphoses every whisker of debauchery in your raunchy castle; into an undefeated paradise of righteousness?

Tell me. Does the chapter of eternally blessing procreation in anyways; insuperably enters her stingy dwelling an iota less; than it unceasingly abounds and sacredly inhabits every single living being in your fecklessly cavalier castle?

Tell me. Does the lap of divinely mother nature in anyways; tirelessly shower its spectacularly robust fruits upon her naked dwelling an iota less; than it royally replenishes even the tiniest desire of all those residing; in your ornately
subjugated castle?

Tell me. Do the steps of the Omnipresent Temple in anyways; perpetually shower their philanthropically unbiased blessings upon her bourgeoisie dwelling an
iota less; than they forever remain potently present in your claustrophobically
robotic castle?

Tell me. Does the Universe of unendingly titillating life in anyways; handsomely proliferate in her side-lined dwelling an iota less; than it inevitably replaces every element of deadened injustice; in your lifelessly bigoted castle?

Tell me. Does the heartbeat of immortal love in anyways; perennially fructify in her ethereal dwelling an iota less; than it indefatigably celebrates the true fervor of inimitably unparalleled existence; in your despicably anarchist castle?

So if God and his Omnipresent Nature didn’t differentiate the slightest; then tell me you inconsiderately venomous man; who hell were you to consider the sensuously nubile prostitute; a horridly sinful untouchable; who the hell were you to consider
the tirelessly bewitching prostitute a deplorably live carrier of disease; devastation; unpardonable betrayal; devilish licentiousness and hopelessly silencing death,

Amazingly and specially even after you surreptitiously fathered countless more of your own kind; via that same unshakably ravishing prostitute form; finding the
most gloriously victorious of heavens right here on planet earth and in the tantalizing recesses of her bosom divine.

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your amazingly bohemian behavior; without the tiniest of slang or ostentation adorning your nakedly rustic demeanor?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your vivaciously uninhibited spontaneity; without the most infinitesimal of shrewdness or malice tarnishing your soul?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your timidly plaintive personality; without the most minuscule of brawn or dominance brilliantly shouldering your personality?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for the scent of your righteously hard earned sweat; without the most inane trace of contemporary
machismo radiating from your countenance?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your unabashedly
mischievous and uncut nails; without the most insipid tinge of suaveness beautifying your shadow?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your vivaciously unpretentious laughter; without the most oblivious insinuation of
restraint engulfing your form?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your state of glaring nothingness; without the most infidel presence of the currency note in entire of your destined existence?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your open-heartedness-your devoting your entire life to humanity instead of praising her; without the most obfuscated tinge of manipulation in your stride?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your wholesome renunciation of desire; without the most evanescent inferno of longing running through your intricate veins?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your everlasting evolution of an infinite poetic forms; without the most ethereal ingredient of profit enshrouding your destiny lines?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your maniacal
faithfulness; without the most transient shades of partying; merry-making
and socializing; circumscribing your existence?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your spirit of tirelessly unflinching patriotism; without the most ephemeral innuendo of homeliness surrounding your silhouette?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your untamed footprints; without the most feckless imagery of pragmatic worldly direction evoking your brain?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for the immortal love throbbing in your heart; without the most orphaned trace of religion; nationality; caste; creed; ever associated with your persona?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your insatiably uncurbed fantasies; without the most fugitive beam of earthly saneness; enveloping your identity?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your honestly unrestricted tears; without the most invisible trace of contemporary sun-glasses stylishly sequestering your eyes?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for the pricelessly insuperable humanity in your blood; without the most disappearing ounce of racially discriminating commercialism fortifying your bones?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your inimitably unique and profound personality; without the most evaporating iota of spell-binding magic descending down your spine?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your pristinely untainted breath; without the most vanishing firmament of state-of-the-art perfume wafting from the pores of your skin?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your perennially compassionate heartbeats; without the most threadbare whiff of stardom and cynosure revolving round your palms?

And if you did in some impossible way or the other succeed in finding such a
girl; then first and foremost prove it to me that she was actually an ordinary human being like everyone of us on this gigantic planet; and not the Omniscient Lord in disguise?

50% Vivacious; 50 % Vexed,
50 % Fresh; 50 % Feverish,
50 % Friendly; 50 % Fiend,
50 % Resplendent; 50 % Raunchy,
50 % Felicitating; 50 % False,
50 % Prosperous; 50 % Penurious,
50 % Brilliant; 50 % Baseless,
50 % Dreaming; 50 % Devil,
50 % Smiling; 50 % Satanic,
50 % Kinsman; 50 % Knived,
50 % Luminescent; 50 % Lecherous,
50 % Ideal; 50 % Idle,
50 % Sunshine; 50 % Salacious,
50 % Doughty; 50 % Diabolical,
50 % Honest; 50 % Hedonistic,
50 % Omnipotent; 50 % Obsolescent,
50 % Victorious; 50 % Vicarious,
50 % Fantasizing; 50 % Feckless,
50 % Amiable; 50 % Atrocious,
50 % Wholesome; 50 % Withering,
50 % Innovative; 50 % Insomniac,
50 % Blithe; 50 % Bigot,
50 % Congenial; 50 % Cunning,
50 % Doll; 50 % Dreary,
50 % Mollifying; 50 % Monstrous,
50 % Go; 50 % Garrulous,
50 % Heavenly; 50 % Haughty,
50 % Jubilant; 50 % Jailing,
50 % Memorable; 50 % Mad,
50 % Divine; 50 % Dastardly,
50 % Celestial; 50 % Cowardly,
50 % Benign; 50 % Baneful,
50 % Breath; 50 % Breathless,
50 % Enchanting; 50 % Egregious,
50 % Exotic; 50 % Earthquake,
50 % Princely; 50 % Penalizing,
50 % Fathomless; 50 % Filching,
50 % Nightingale; 50 % Nightmarish,
50 % Culpable; 50 % Criminal,
50 % Embellished; 50 % Empty,
50 % Articulate; 50 % Abject,
50 % Royal; 50 % Ragamuffin,
50 % Uninhibited; 50 % Usurped,
50 % Unassailable; 50 % Uxorious,
50 % Bountiful; 50 % Barren,
50 % Seductive; 50 % Sabbatical,
50 % Wonderful; 50 % Wastrel,
50 % Passionate; 50 % Parsimonious,
50 % Mesmerizing; 50 % Mercurial,
50 % Understanding; 50 % Uncouth,
50 % Gratifying; 50 % Gaseous,
50 % Emollient; 50 % Evaporating,
50 % Serenading; 50 % Silent,
50 % Palatial; 50 % Preposterous,
50 % Regale; 50 % Rougish,
50 % Real; 50 % Retrospect,
50 % Vibrant; 50 % Vindictive,
50 % Voluptuous; 50 % Viscid,
50 % Tantalizing; 50 % Taciturn,
50 % Dynamic; 50 % Deteriorating,
50 % Piquant; 50 % Purposeless,
50 % Volatile; 50 % Vanishing, ‘
50 % Mischievous; 50 % Maudlin,
50 % Kissing; 50 % Kleptomaniac,
50 % Nubile; 50 % Nictitating,
50 % Learned; 50 % Libidinous,
50 % Ameliorating; 50 % Amateurish,
50 % Magnetic; 50 % Megalomaniac,
50 % Hot; 50 % Hypocrite,
50 % Commemorating; 50 % Conundrum,
50 % Exploring; 50 % Ending,
50 % Fructifying; 50 % Foolhardy,
50 % Sagacious; 50 % Suckered,
50 % Titillating; 50 % Tyrannical,
50 % Ubiquitous; 50 % Unbelievable,
50 % Beautiful; 50 % Bourgeoisie,
50 % Callisthenic; 50 % Commercial,
50 % Evolving; 50 % Exonerating,
50 % Symbiotic; 50 % Sleazy,
50 % Luscious; 50 % Livid,
50 % Connubial; 50 % Cannibalistic,
50 % Handsome; 50 % Halitosis,
50 % Nostalgic; 50 % Nymphomaniac,
50 % Dutiful; 50 % Delinquent,
50 % Propitious; 50 % Perfidious,
50 % Rhapsodic; 50 % Revengeful,
50 % Enamoring; 50 % Entropy,
50 % Abounding; 50 % Amorphous,
50 % Astounding; 50 % Abjuring,
50 % Convivial; 50 % Camouflaging,
50 % Winning; 50 % Wounded,
50 % Looming; 50 % Laconic,
50 % Fervent; 50 % Freezing,
50 % Sensational; 50 % Senile,
50 % Venerated; 50 % Vociferous,
50 % Burgeoning; 50 % Bucolic,
50 % Heart-rendering; 50 % Heartless,
50 % Dancing; 50 % Dogmatic,
50 % Effeminate; 50 % Ennui,
50 % Ebullient; 50 % Enervating,
50 % Eternal; 50 % Emasculating,
50 % Unsurpassable; 50 % Underdeveloped,
50 % Impeccable; 50 % Ignominious,
50 % Acclimatizing; 50 % Acrimonious,
50 % Adventurous; 50 % Avaricious,
50 % Fearless; 50 % Fastidious,
50 % Celebrating; 50 % Castrating,
50 % Gigantic; 50 % Genocidal,
50 % Replenishing; 50 % Ravenous,
50 % Temperate; 50 % Tempestuous,
50 % Patriotic; 50 % Parasitic,
50 % Paradise; 50 % Paradoxical,
50 % Twinkling; 50 % Truculent,
50 % Enigmatic; 50 % Extinguishing,
50 % Jaunty; 50 % Jinxed,
50 % Loquacious; 50 % Listless,
50 % Quintessential; 50 % Quarrelsome,
50 % Sacrosanct; 50 % Somnambulistic,
50 % Philosophical; 50 % Pallid,
50 % Specialized; 50 % Sundry,
50 % Coherent; 50 % Carcinogenic,
50 % Restorative; 50 % Repugnant,
50 % Illuminating; 50 % Insipid,
50 % Illustrious; 50 % Imbecile,
50 % Disciplined; 50 % Deleterious,
50 % Dainty; 50 % Derelict,
50 % Ingratiating; 50 % Infantile,
50 % Blossoming; 50 % Bones,
50 % Blessing; 50 % Bloody,
50 % Marvelous; 50 % Mimicking,
50 % Musical; 50 % Mute,
50 % Cavorting; 50 % Cremating,
50 % Delicious; 50 % Deserted,
50 % Nutritious; 50 % Nonchalant,
50 % Pragmatic; 50 % Pirated,
50 % Scholarly; 50 % Skewed,
50 % Aristocratic; 50 % Aboriginal,
50 % Altruistic; 50 % Abolishing,
50 % Artistic; 50 % Abusive,
50 % Robust; 50 % Redundant,
50 % Zealous; 50 % Zany,
50 % Operational; 50 % Oblivious,
50 % Exhilarating; 50 % Excruciating,
50 % Focused; 50 % Faltering,
50 % Blazing; 50 % Bestial,
50 % Bonding; 50 % Blasphemous,
50 % Galloping; 50 % Gibberish,
50 % Mellifluous; 50 % Malicious,
50 % Praiseworthy; 50 % Posthumous,
50 % Intoxicating; 50 % Immolating,
50 % Versatile; 50 % Vampire,
50 % Soothing; 50 % Sycophant,
50 % Pious; 50 % Prurient,
50 % Photogenic; 50 % Pulverized,
50 % Romantic; 50 % Rebellious,
50 % Innocuous; 50 % Irascible,
50 % Timeless; 50 % Transient,
50 % Effulgent; 50 % Ethereal,
50 % Nocturnal; 50 % Nonsensical,
50 % Natural; 50 % Nefarious,
50 % Great; 50 % Gratuitous,
50 % Pristine; 50 % Pregnant,
50 % Quelling; 50 % Quarantine,
50 % Heritage; 50 % Hatred,
50 % Sensuous; 50 % Sacrilegious,
50 % Laudatory; 50 % Libelous,
50 % Springing; 50 % Sadistic,
50 % Impregnable; 50 % Iconoclastic,
50 % Voracious; 50 % Vociferous,
50 % Prolific; 50 % Parrying,
50 % Vocational; 50 % Vituperative,
50 % Thunderous; 50 % Tawdry,
50 % Righteous; 50 % Rhetoric,
50 % Benevolent; 50 % Boorish,
50 % Efficacious; 50 % Exasperating,
50 % Misty; 50 % Misogynist,
50 % Nourishing; 50 % Neophyte,
50 % Fascinating; 50 % Foolish,
50 % Delightful; 50 % Deplorable,
50 % Systematic; 50 % Sonorous,
50 % Cosmic; 50 % Connived,
50 % Commonsense; 50 % Conundrum,
50 % Maverick; 50 % Mutilated,
50 % Melanging; 50 % Mutinous,
50 % Synchronized; 50 % Satanic,
50 % Perspicacious; 50 % Pinned,
50 % Levitating; 50 % Laggard,
50 % Silken; 50 % Sledging,
50 % Jingling; 50 % Jarring,
50 % Opulent; 50 % Obnoxious,
50 % Perfectionist; 50 % Puerile,
50 % Affable; 50 % Agnostic,
50 % Fulsome; 50 % Flatulent,
50 % Rhyming; 50 % Refurbished,
50 % Opulent; 50 % Orphaned,
50 % Child-Like; 50 % Castrated,
50 % Pleasurable; 50 % Plotting,
And 100 % Immortal Love; 100% Immortal Love till times beyond infinite infinity,
Is what has been; is; and shall forever be; the chapter of Perennially infinitesimal and worthlessly molecular human life.

The color of the moon was pure white; with its pearly rays illuminating the profoundly ghastly night,

The color of the sky was crystalline blue; with its conglomerate of silken clouds playing hide and seek with the sunlight,

The color of the lips was rosy pink; with their voluptuous periphery making even the most diabolical of entity succumb to their knees,

The color of the night was gruesome black; with its enchantment casting a mystical spell on all animate and inanimate hovering around,

The color of gold was glittering yellow; and its glow besieging every eye that sighted it with an immortal longing for impregnable supremacy,

The color of the rainbow was vivaciously vivid; with the world staring at it in unfathomable fascination,

The color of the deserts was timidly brown; with its colossal expanse of sands absorbing unsuspectingtravelers in its slippery swirl,

The color of hair was as dark as the eerie tunnel; with its boundless fibers swishing in waves of enigmatic euphoria,

The color of farm chili was parrot green; with its piquant spice fomenting tears to ooze at random from the eyes,

The color of blood was handsomely scarlet; with its stains irrefutably refraining to erase once applied,

The color of the ocean was royally sapphire; with its ravishing waves striking gleefully against the jagged chain of glistening rocks,

The color of the infant was amicably pearly; with its incessant cries making it the unconquerable darling of all who passed by,

The color of the savage convict was steel grey; with his eyes burning fire and profuse vindication at being jailed for long years,

The color of soil was majestically bronze; with its stupendous layers of fertility blossoming into robust crop; ensuring that mankind never dwindled; never died,

The color of the mother was sacredly frosty; sequestering her baby from the most inconspicuous of evil lurking about in this world,

The color of the fish was delectably silver; gliding its way tantalizingly through the deep expanse of obscure waters,

The color of ice was stringently transparent; with its astounding prowess to cool providing reprieve to millions of adventurers in scorching heat,

The color of water was austerely plain; with its sparkling globules pacifying the thirst of fathomless beings every unleashing second of the day,

The color of fire was incredulously golden; with its crackling flames imparting unsurpassable warmth to every human shivering on the streets in acerbic winter,

The color of the creator was a blend of all colors existing on this earth; the most magnificent shade of them all; silencing everyone his supremely Omnipotent
power and invincible grace,

And the color of love was FIERY PASSIONATE; imprisoning every human; imprisoning every breathing organism in the flame of its agony; the cloud of its
incomprehensible desire.

Fertility. Is what every true brain on this fathomless Universe unrelentingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most invincibly spell binding festoon of ideas; upon which countless more generations ahead could solely run.

Fertility. Is what every true soil on this boundless Universe endlessly seeks; in order to blossom into the most robustly enamoring of fruit and food; wonderfully mollifying the preposterously emaciated stomachs of trillions thereby.

Fertility. Is what every true finger on this limitless Universe unceasingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most fructifying canvases of royally unfettered artistry; brilliantly metamorphosing even the most infinitesimal speck of robotically brutally monotony; into an unimpeachably spotless paradise; thereby.

Fertility. Is what every true sky on this untiring Universe ardently seeks; in order to blossom into the most tantalizingly rhapsodic of clouds; which perennially ensured that planet earth triumphantly bloomed with compassion and not lecherously lamenting drought.

Fertility. Is what every true ocean on this astounding Universe undyingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most quintessential frosty cisterns of salt; upon which profusely relied the taste buds of the entire resplendently living race.

Fertility. Is what every true throat on this effulgent Universe interminably seeks; in order to blossom into the most mellifluously titillating tunes of togetherness; to which every cranny of this remorsefully manipulative planet today; danced in
uninhibitedly vivacious abandon.

Fertility. Is what every true flesh on this timeless Universe infallibly seeks; in order to blossom into the most victorious goose-bumps of insuperable excitement; which blissfully transcended the whiplashes of inexplicable desperation forever and ever and ever.

Fertility. Is what every true eye on this unending Universe constantly seeks; in order to blossom into the most intriguingly bewitching of panoramic fantasy; which inculcated fresh rays of hope into even the most ghastily extinguishing organism on this planet.

Fertility. Is what every true armpit on this inexhaustible Universe tirelessly seeks; in order to blossom into the most euphorically exhilarating droplets of golden sweat; which miraculously transformed all oblivions of profane laziness into perpetually emollient perseverance.

Fertility. Is what every true mother on this optimistic Universe indefatigably seeks; in order to blossom into the most pricelessly impregnable fountains of milk; so that there evolves a formidably fearless and undefeated generation; of the tomorrow.

Fertility. Is what every true man and woman on this majestic Universe unendingly seek; in order to blossom into the most fragrantly blessed chapters of God’s creation; which forever ensured that none could put brakes to the symbiotic proliferation of planet divine.

Fertility. Is what every true mirror on this eternal Universe intransigently seeks; in order to blossom into the most irrefutably unconquerable reflections of honesty; which acted as the sole pivot for gripping the chords of this bounteously
jubilant planet.

Fertility. Is what every true soldier on this inscrutable Universe inextricably seeks; in order to blossom into the most peerlessly blazing Sun of martyrdom; so that countless other innocent civilians could forever sleep in unfettered peace.

Fertility. Is what every true Sun on this unconquerable Universe uncompromisingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most triumphant beams of unprejudiced heroism; which enlightened every pathetically beleaguered space upon this iridescent planet.

Fertility. Is what every true vein on this benign Universe wholeheartedly seeks; in order to blossom into the most impeccably egalitarian and humanitarian droplets of blood; which timelessly amalgamated every speck of the planet into the threads
of unassailably noble brotherhood.

Fertility. Is what every true bee on this Samaritan Universe fervently seeks; in order to blossom into the most unbelievably melodious caverns of honey; which put all wanton consternation in the atmosphere to an eternal rest.

Fertility. Is what every true soul on this ebullient Universe undefeatedly seeks; in order to blossom into the most benevolent ideals of peace; harmony; friendship and humanity; upon which were erected the original foundations of this planet; by the Almighty Lord.

Fertility. Is what every true nostril on this poignant Universe inexorably seeks; in order to blossom into the most inimitably pungent chapters of sparkling life; which paid an wholesomely incorrigible deaf ear; to the wails of the devil and death.

And Fertility. Is what every true heart on this spectacular Universe incessantly seeks; in order to blossom into the most torrentially Omnipotent Cloudshowers of love; which were the ultimate panacea for every disease and suffering ever thriving on this
impoverished planet.

When I was tickled with feathers of ghastly lies; I felt beads of insurmountably anguish and desperation overwhelmingly creep up; on every cranny of my
impoverished persona,

When I was tickled with feathers of overwhelming commercialism; I felt as if rotting abominably in dungeons of horrifically sinister stagnation,

When I was tickled with feathers of abhorrent malice; I felt as if everything around me in this colossaly mesmerizing Universe; was a threadbare mirage of gruesomely insipid nothingness,

When I was tickled with feathers of indiscriminate racializm; I felt as if dagger heads of veritable death; had stabbed me countless kilometers beneath my gory grave,

When I was tickled with feathers of barbaric bloodshed; I felt an uncanny shudder paralyze each element of my spine; collapsed in an ungainly heap on the obdurate ground; relinquishing even the tiniest desire to live,

When I was tickled with feathers of insanely treacherous madness; I felt the artist in me stifle into horrendous oblivion; the harmonious air around me; ominously infiltrating each arena of my innocuous flesh,

When I was tickled with feathers of lecherous savagery; I felt every shade of passionate poignancy evaporate from my blood; plunged into the valley of extinction; instead of melanging with satanically blood sucking society,

When I was tickled with feathers of betrayal; I felt more devastated than the morbidly ghastly coffins; abnegating wholesomely from all desire and worldly virtues of exotic life,

When I was tickled with feathers of lackadaisical monotony; I felt as if every iota of God’s voluptuous planet was being ruthlessly lambasted; went deep into the mystical forests to meditate till my absolute end,

When I was tickled with feathers of relentless hostility; I felt as if the entire earth had become a capriciously frigid thread of religion; with the spirit of everlasting humanity disappearing into the aisles of non-existence,

When I was tickled with feathers of deplorably raunchy slavery; I felt as if there was no difference between man and animal; cursing every entity; menacingly under my enslaved breath,

When I was tickled with feathers of despondently crippling solitude; I felt as if being pushed into a dungeon of scorpions every unleashing minute; clenching my teeth till the last bone of my exhilarated body split into a boundless pieces,

When I was tickled with feathers of manipulative give and take; I felt as if my existence was a meaningless gutter of foul sewage; with philanthropism and good
will being things of waywardly obsolete past,

When I was tickled with feathers of disparagingly condemnable abuse; I felt each part of my rubicund flesh invidiously tarnished; unable to relive my original euphoria; even after a million baths,

When I was tickled with feathers of despairingly bizarre blackness; I felt as if optimism was a desert that had perennially dried up; as I slithered aimlessly in a whirlpool of uncouth savagery,

When I was tickled with feathers of ludicrously everlasting castigation; I felt as if there was no value of art in this diabolically cold blooded world; drowned myself forever in the ocean of my shattered versatility,

When I was tickled with feathers of dastardly terrorism; I felt as the world had departed from all elements of fabulous brotherhood and empathy; unrelentingly wailed for the innocently beheaded; before I decided to slit; the conglomerate of
my intricate veins apart,

When I was tickled with feathers of disastrously orphaned poverty; I felt tumultuously enraged at the unsurpassably rich; at blowing their surplus opulence
in spurious cigar smoke and wine; whilst their naked counterparts outside shivered
to an unbearable death,

But when I was tickled with feathers of immortally uninhibited love; I felt the most bountifully endowed entity alive; at last felt the beats of my truculently massacred heart; reach inside my chest to forever lead and romance with; majestic life.

The twin horned cow prays to God,
for fear of not producing frosty rich cream milk.

the scorched patch of infertile land prays to God,
for fear of not yielding consumable grains of food.

the large butcher knife prays to God,
for fear of not being able to slain obdurate chunks of meat, a cluster of spruced vegetable.

the devilish chain of mountain prays to God,
for fear of collapsing, when struck my cyclonic wind and rain.

the enchanting elevation of the edifice prays to God,
for fear of being charred by flaming fires, transiting into realms of dilapidation.

the light brown crab on the slippery beach prays to God,
for fear of being trampled to death by bulky soles of inarticulate feet.

airborne birds in the sky pray to God,
for fear of snapping their wings, nose-diving thereby towards the uncouth surface
of earth.

the juicy fruit of apple prays to God,
for fear of being pecked by venomous reptile injecting paltry vials of poison.

innocent orphan children pray to God,
for fear of being stashed like truckloads of garbage.

immaculately white satin cloth prays to God,
for fear of developing disdainful blotches and stain.

the lush green blades of grass pray to God,
for fear of being devoured by the roaming stray cattle.

the ornately exquisite mercedes prays to God,
for fear of being brutally bashed by tankers holding grease.

the emerald green waters of ocean pray to God,
for fear of being contaminated by gun powder and residue of missiles.

appetizing slabs of pure chocolate pray to God,
for fear of harbouring an army of red ant and insects.

suspended wires of cable pray to God,
for fear of electrocuting all those in proximity after fresh spells of monsoon.

the croaking frog in the lake prays to God,
for fear of being swallowed by killer lizards on the prowl.

humans existing on this earth pray to God,
for fear of losing their lives, starving like the desert camel bereft of fodder.

i pray to God,
for fear of being seperated from the person i loved, the ones i really cared for.