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Even the most parsimoniously slavering form of light; is an infinite times better than the endlessly ghoulish mortuary of treacherously asphyxiating darkness,

Even the most infinitesimally diminutive form of strength; is an infinite times better than the endless coffins of remorsefully decrepit fear,

Even the most inconspicuously ethereal form of water; is an infinite times better than the endlessly crucifying and barbarously sweltering sand of the desert,

Even the most nimbly mercurial form of vivaciousness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly ghastly jungles of concretely unemotional monotony,

Even the most fugitively nonchalant form of literacy; is an infinite times better than the endlessly dolorous well of ignominiously lambasting unemployment,

Even the most inconspicuously disappearing form of happiness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly hopeless dungeon of inexplicably besmirched sadness,

Even the most ephemerally silent form of faithfulness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly salacious road to vindictively vituperative betrayal,

Even the most inanely tiny form of dwelling; is an infinite times better than the endlessly whiplashed body aimlessly sauntering on boundless kilometers of lackadaisical mud,

Even the most moderately stingy form of food; is an infinite times better than the endlessly devastating battlefield of baselessly torturous and brutally incarcerating hunger,

Even the most evanescently measly form of fruit; is an infinite times better than the endlessly crucifying gallows of disastrously wretched impotency,

Even the most frugally abstemious form of speech; is an infinite times better than the endlessly obsolete mist of acrimoniously orphaned and preposterously wanton dumbness,

Even the most transiently small form of selflessness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly prejudiced ghosttown of salaciously parasitic greed,

Even the most minutely petite form of compassion; is an infinite times better than the endlessly bereaved icicles of frigidly obfuscated and lugubriously shriveled nothingness,
Even the most prematurely microscopic form of artistry; is an infinite times better than the endlessly tyrannized jail of cold-bloodedly massacring and indiscriminately obnoxious debauchery,

Even the most truncatedly miniature form of honesty; is an infinite times better than the endlessly horrifying apocalypses of flagrantly sordid lies,

Even the most rarely measured forms of humanity; are an infinite times better than the endlessly dogmatic tunnel of rampantly blood-sucking crime,

Even the most fadingly teeny forms of wisdom; are an infinite times better than the endlessly unsolicited feces of lecherously wastrel foolishness,

Even the most restrictedly Spartan form of love; is an infinite times better than the endlessly pulverizing hell of abhorrently malicious and acridly hedonistic betrayal,

Even the most rapidly disappearing form of enchantment; is an infinite times better than the endlessly squelching maelstrom of deliriously pugnacious loneliness,

And even the most laconically wrinkled form of life; is an infinite times better than the endlessly scurrilous and torturously exonerating noose of mercilessly
demeaning death.

An infinite playgrounds of exuberantly rhapsodic smiles; An infinite coffins of inexplicably aggrieving tears,

An infinite gorges of unprecedentedly unceasing ecstasy; An infinite mortuaries
of remorsefully decrepit sullenness,

An infinite skies of celestially everlasting enchantment; An infinite barren slopes of debasingly slithering and demonic scorpions,

An infinite entrenchments of majestically resplendent accolades; An infinite begging
bowls of horrendously ghastly impoverishment and threadbare disdain,

An infinite temples of unconquerably Omnipotent heavenliness; An infinite cadaverously traumatic spirits; marauding ghoulishly into the impeccable soul,

An infinite anecdotes of gorgeously perennial prosperity; An infinite crutches of bizarrely debilitating and acrimoniously disastrous leprosy,

An infinite meadows of tantalizingly tingling freshness; An infinite dungeons uxoriously dumped with pugnacious feces and ominously lackluster indolence,
An infinite valleys of ingeniously royal inventions; An infinite fecklessly frigid and insipidly sedentary stones; lying crumpled beneath the cacophonically groaning donkey’s hide,

An infinite roses of invincibly enamoring scent; An infinite whiplashes of unsavorily brutal dereliction and pathetically subjugating politics,

An infinite castles bounteously overflowing with iridescently mesmerizing cisterns of gold and jubilant silver; An infinite infinitesimal mosquitoes digging their tentacles harder and harder into treacherously rotting shit,

An infinite uninhibitedly fluttering birds impregnably ruling the fathomlessly crystal blue skies; An infinite preposterously diminutive ants; being blown into wisps of ethereal oblivion at the slightest innuendo of wind,

An infinite rainbows of profoundly titillating reinvigoration; An infinite prison bars besmirched with vindictively diabolical prejudice and unendingly malicious ennui,

An infinite winds of blisteringly indomitable victories; An infinite disparagingly disappearing and profane shadows of merciless betrayal,

An infinite oceans of opulently milky pearls; An infinite iconoclastically ragged cobblestones leading to the gallows of unsparing extinction,

An infinite venerated cries of the innocuously newborn; An infinite disheveled grey hair; which mightn’t sight yet another dawn,

An infinite Lions patriotically marching with Kingly ease through the paradise of insuperable truth; An infinite insects being indiscriminately trampled by the advancing foot; for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

An infinite scriptures of pricelessly worshipped literature; An infinite hutments of gratuitously salacious illiteracy; existing fathomless kilometers beneath the poverty line,

An infinite fortnights of timelessly blessing sensuousness; An infinite carcasses of ludicrously sordid infertility; inconsolably weeping all the time,

An infinite heavens of ingratiatingly astounding proliferation; An infinite Hell’s where only torturously cold-blooded barbarism reigned hedonistically supreme,

An infinite exotically propitious replenishments; An infinite tumultuously torrid deserts of limitlessly sub-servient thirst,

And an infinite unassailably euphoric lives; An infinite despairingly violent and deliriously cruel deaths,

Is what every ingredient of my blood ardently wanted to experience; for the spirit of Immortally unshakable and wonderfully mystical; poetry; poetry and
Omnipresently magical Love Poetry.

It ran miles further as I chased it,
faded from vision like a captivating mirage.

It escaped from my tightly curled fist,
survived the injury, changed its place of habitation.

It buzzed incessantly in vicinity of my bare eardrum,
was quiet as an angel when i scratched my flesh raw in
anger.

It multiplied in numbers in stagnant pools of water,
hissed discordant rhymes of exasperating music.
It perched on stale fruit, squashed remains of brown chocolate,
injected its venom in edible items of uncooked food.

It flew at small heights from the ground,
eluded clouds of smoke leaking from modern repellant coils.

It was a carrier of deadly infections,
stung soft flesh rich and pure with youthful blood.

It prompted patches of allergy to spread on skin,
was resistant to the strongest of medicinal balm.

It had caused me many a torturous night,
wrecked me of tranquil sleep from woolen delights of my cozy quilt.

It had surpassed all my imagination to render it lifeless,
had escaped my clutches on infinite occasions of time.

In the end I chalked a plan of action,
of being bitten, rather than spending a lifetime,
chasing the athletic mosquito in vast space of suspended air.

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the general condition of the environment around; and as every source of media proclaimed it to be on the ghastly brink of extinction,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the brand new recipes that she’d voraciously browsed through; in every cook-book that she could lay her effervescent hands upon,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the epidemic that’d taken sinister proportions in the society; the horrendously agonizing anecdotes of several in her invincibly close-knit kin,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the overall weather being one of the most acrimonious in the country; and her plans to liberate at the fastest possible to a cherished utopian land,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the current trends of fashion and opulence in the society; and how miserably divested was she of virtually everything on this vast planet,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; how obsolete she perceived me to be-though I was glowing with hard-earned success; just because I’d tread on the path never ever taken before on this planet divine,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every move and decision that her revered parents took; at times going to unfathomable depths to solve any familial misunderstandings; whilst I sulked in raw sunshine,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; what an indescribable revolution she would bring in the life of every divested soul alive; by impartially distributing the entire wealth of this planet to all alike,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the gravely unsurpassable amounts of dirt that she’d most tenaciously extricated; from the most obsolete crannies of our already spic-span home,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the inexhaustible myriad of soap operas-game shows-spell binding documentaries; which she’d watched in each spare moment of hers,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the headlines; gossips; spiritual sayings which she’d read in every bookshop; as reading was one of her alltime favorite pastime,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; all those established celebrities and luminaries; all those upon whom the media was extravagantly onto; silencing all in vicinity whilst listening to her favorite star interview,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every like and dislike of our kids; wanting them to accomplish only her unfinished dreams; as she considered every of my talents and works as disdainfully imbecile,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; me being a complete misanthrope and wretched misfit for the society; wholesomely lost and absorbed in my own poetically fantasizing musings,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; my ruining every element of her otherwise victorious life; indescribably denigrating me to lifeless ash whilst comparing me to other husbands in her sight,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; fossils; shells; and virtually every mystical and artificial carving on this Universe; going to painstaking depths to study the elaborate etymology of the same,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; her father’s once upon a time 9 to 9 unsparing life; the innumerable droplets of sweat that he’d shed to raise her; whilst all I knew in comparison was staring at insouciant bits of blue sky,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the stories that her friends; followers and well wishers had recounted to her; and how desperately did she want to make an enlightenment into every aspect of their bizarrely hapless and solitary lives,

And whilst I appreciated and respected all her talk; O! how I wished and wished and wished; that atleast a line out of the infinite she spoke to me was asking me as to what I did in the entire day; asking me to recite the fervent lines of my poetry on all creations of the Lord; asking me as to how the rhythm of my tender heart felt?

Anyways; though I knew it was virtually impossible for it to happen this way -naturally and of her own accord in this life; I earnestly pray to you O! Omnipotent Lord; to make it happen in every other impoverished husband’s life; so that unlike my sole urge to die this very instant out of sheer indifference; he feels more ardently than
ever before; to be reborn again and again and again.

The road was a desolate patch of tarmac burning,
blotches of dust stuck to side embankments,
disdainful heat waves knifed all those moving,
the sun shone from all quarters of sky carpets,
crows croaked loud for mud vessels of water,
gigantic lizards adapted chocolate brown color of tree stalk,
house interiors baked in increasing intensity of Sun blaze,
multiple mouth cavities craved for transparent liquid,
ground mud sheets burst into cracks, in boiling heat,
the kilometer strip, was inhabited by striped furry dogs,
chasing vehicles as they whistled by,
distant roars of laughter became evident,
as gang of youngsters danced in aisles of the silver Mercedes.
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blaring music echoed through the air,
powerful stench of alcohol floated in the breeze,
radial tyres left trails of scorching sand,
driver compressed gas pedal to full angularity,
innocent dogs chased car at whirlwind speed,
barked their heart out at unruly youth reclined in car seat,
ran abreast of bullet proof doors, for marathon time,
the men then decided they had enough confrontation,
wailing yelps besieged the serene calm,
as car assembly surged forward,
indiscreetly trampling few pounds of helpless dog meat.

As long as the tree had clusters of leaves covering its naked body; it was in state of perennial bliss; relaxing splendidly in the shade; well sequestered from the acerbic sunshine,

As long as the watery eyeball had a fold of brown skin covering its body; it slept and awoke without the slightest of effort; as when it leisurely wanted,

As long as the bird had an ensemble of ruffled feathers covering her body; she displayed astronomical audacity of soaring high against the most freezing of winds,

As long as the bricks had a fortified coat of cement covering their body; they felt like the strongest entities existing on this earth; having the tenacity to resist even the most tumultuous of earthquake,

As long as the raw bones had a blanket of skin covering their body; they grew and nourished at will; relished the comfort of always being in placid cool; while their covering absorbed all of the sweltering heat,

As long as the sky had a cocoon of clouds covering its body; it was in stupendous rhapsody; being able to rampantly fantasize at will; without the world staring at it; unrelentingly into its eyes,

As long as the conglomerate of yolk and rich protein had a shell of obdurate white covering its body; it harnessed and sprouted perfectly; eventually evolving into a handsome and delectable fledgling with the passage of time,

As long as the barren skull had a shock of curly hair covering its body; it euphorically thrust itself forward; even to confront the most mightiest of blows; feeling relatively safe under the spongy cushion sticking out from it; all night and day,

As long as the flower had a consortium of redolent petals covering its body; it swayed flirtatiously with each draught of wind; twinkled merrily under the star studded midnight,

As long as the swirling ocean had infinite granaries of salt to cover its body; it resembled a majestic prince; with scores of vivid fish and aquatic life inhabiting its salubrious waters,

As long as the teeth had a sheen of enamel to cover their body; they uninhibitedly became ready to chew virtually anything; ranging from unripe plums to the hardest of steel circulating in the markets,
As long as the candle had an enclosure of emerald glass to cover its body; it burnt flamboyantly with passionate intensity; even in the midst of a cyclonic storm,

As long as the golden ink had the capsule of fountain pen to cover its body; it oozed out harmoniously in sporadic intervals; inundating blank sheets of paper with exquisite lines of calligraphy,

As long as white electricity had boundless tunnels of plastic to cover its body; it ran at lightening speeds without any skepticism of hurting anyone; and yet at the same time illuminating the entire township with brilliant light,

As long as the child had its mother to cover its tiny body; it bounced boisterously; mischievously smiling and discovering a host of new things every second,

As long as the heart had love to cover its throbbing body; it simply refused to quit beating; continued to live and exist immortally beyond the definition of time,

And as long as a human being had God to cover his body; he didn’t face any difficulty whatsoever in leading life; and inspite of being encapsulated with hordes of barricades and dilemmas; he always emerged an absolute winner under the sacrosanct cover of the Almighty Creator.

Wailing sirens echo through the air,
Red rooftop lights flash violently,
A big plus sign is stuck to all its doors,
Metal stretchers adorn the interiors,
Oxygen masks hang from plastic chords,
Along with Megan bottles filled with glucose liquid,
Antiseptic stench spreads all over,
Streaks of blood smudge windows,
Bundles of cotton bandages lay in a heap,
Modern computer displays throbbing heart; blood pressure..etc.,
Walkie-talkie antennas sway in animation,
Plastic face masks are strapped for medical inspection,
Power horns blare incessantly,
The speedometer barks escalating speeds,
Acknowledging bystanders shift away,
Portable refrigerator carries patient food,
Consisting of capsule; injection; pacifying ointment; and mineral water,
Patient groans inundate plush interiors,
Wounded and stabbed at umpteenth places,
Dislocated bones and fight for breath,
Head lying in gory pools of blood,
With nostalgic memories of close kin,
And an overwhelming desire to survive like never before,
As the 10 seater ambulance urgently surges forward through crowded roads of the city.

The amalgamation of clouds in the cosmos; brings tantalizing tumblers of sparkling rain,

The amalgamation of winds from different directions; brings a tumultuously vivacious and enigmatic storm,

The amalgamation of bedraggled fragments of cloth; evolves a fabulously impeccable garment,

The amalgamation of minuscule pinches of sand loitering aimlessly around; eventually culminates into a majestically handsome and fathomlessly
sprawling desert,

The amalgamation of profusely baked bricks; produces a magnanimously fortified and sheltering wall,

The amalgamation of worthless words scattered in the dictionary; blossoms into an emphatically mesmerizing sentence,

The amalgamation of frigidly insipid matchsticks; perpetuates into a royally blazing fire; flaming flamboyantly towards the sky,

The amalgamation of shiny pearls extracted freshly from the oyster; harnesses into a shimmering necklace glowing eye to eye with the crimson Sun,

The amalgamation of infinite waves undulating with ravishing froth; spawns into the boundless ocean; clashing mystically against the chain of scintillating rocks,

The amalgamation of battered looking curled hair; molds into a voluptuous eyelash; stealing your senses like streaks of thunder in the sky,

The amalgamation of variegated crinkly petals; gives rise to an exotic flower; wafting its enchanting fragrance for miles unprecedented,

The amalgamation of several solitary rooms rotting in realms of profound remorse; gives birth to a grandiloquent castle; through which transgressed the
jeweled prince,

The amalgamation of countless births as divinely as the heavens; produces Man; the most incredulously intelligent creation of Almighty Lord,

The amalgamation of unfathomable emotions fulminating rampantly in the soul; triggers the chords of imagination to crop up with a festoon of
unbelievable ideas,

The amalgamation of blood from all religions; produces the most indomitable of tribes; marching unflinchingly to knock the corridors of success,

The amalgamation of dusty books lost for centuries in obsolete wisps of neglected nothingness; produces a cherished library fostering a repertoire of
incomprehensibly priceless literature,

The amalgamation of varied breaths unanimously as one; produces the most tenacious spirit to survive; confronting an insurmountable battalion of satanic
devils without a ripple to the skin,

The amalgamation of unsurpassable sounds together; produces the most astoundingly beautiful song ever conceivable on the trajectory of this vast planet,

And the amalgamation of two passionately palpitating hearts in this Universe; produces the most worshipped gift which we all live and could unhesitatingly
relinquish breath this very minute for; a gift which even the greatest of
Gods salute as love.

Am I uncouthly unjust in asking the Omnipotently golden Sun; to grant me a
just a single of its optimistic ray; that would brilliantly illuminate the chapters of my dolorously decaying life?

Am I brutally unjust in asking the fathomlessly frosty ocean; to grant me just a single of its poignantly tangy wave; that would enchantingly rejuvenate my hedonistically tyrannized and monotonously prejudiced senses?

Am I acrimoniously unjust in asking the impregnably boundless mountain; to
grant me just a single of its compassionate cave; that would enable me to
sequester my uncontrollably slavering form; from the cold-bloodedly freezing
night?

Am I ominously unjust in asking the mystically limitless forest; to grant me
just a single of its tantalizingly voluptuous whisper; that would wholesomely liberate me from my apocalypses of lividly dastardly nervousness?

Am I truculently unjust in asking the astoundingly vivacious rainbow; to grant me just a single of its effulgently glistening band; that would blissfully embellish my disastrously stagnated life with unstoppably unparalleled enlightenment?

Am I horrifically unjust in asking the ebulliently victorious rose; to grant me just a single pinch of its blessedly charismatic fragrance; that would drift me far away from the world of abominably fretful sin; into a heaven of unshakably silken togetherness?

Am I preposterously unjust in asking the torrentially showering clouds; to grant me just a single droplet of celestially mollifying rain; that would perennially placate the intransigently sadistic scorching in the realms of my impoverished throat?

Am I murderously unjust in asking the unbelievably mellifluous nightingale; to grant me just a single of its eternally symbiotic tune; that would splendidly ameliorate me from my corpses of treacherous desperation; to benevolently blossom in my truncated life?

Am I turgidly unjust in asking the majestically unsurpassable Moon; to grant me just a single of its marvelously pearly beam; that would handsomely engulf my every parasitically beleaguered night with caverns of jubilant ecstasy?

Am I scurrilously unjust in asking the gigantically unceasing atmosphere; to
grant me just a single of its exuberantly effervescent wind; that would make me devotedly gallop towards the aisles of uninhibitedly regale freedom?

Am I unfathomably unjust in asking the tirelessly pristine waterfalls; to grant me just a single of their magically sensuous stream; that would amazingly metamorphose even the most infinitesimal bit of abhorrence in my blood into a paradise of symbiotically everlasting freshness?

Am I salaciously unjust in asking the inexhaustibly effervescent ensemble of soil; to grant just a single of its truthfully sacred particle; that would immortalize the egregiously corrupt fabric of my existence with a sky of Omnipresent righteousness?

Am I flagrantly unjust in asking the boundlessly untainted meadow; to grant me just a single whisker of its gloriously unequivocal frolic; that would transit my manipulatively decrepit countenance into realms of impeccably princely childhood?

Am I heinously unjust in asking the timelessly unflinching battlefield; to grant me just a single iota of its peerlessly invincible patriotism; that would instill in me the fortitude to face the ignominiously diabolical and bad?

Am I lividly unjust in asking the fruits of perpetual Mother Nature; to grant me just a single trifle of their burgeoning enthusiasm; that would forever squelch the insect of dastardly laggardness in every despicably evaporating bone of my silhouette?

Am I indiscriminately unjust in asking the supremely venerated cow; to grant me just a single cuplet of its miraculously fructifying milk; that would embody in my frenetically extinguishing form; the Herculean tenacity to stand unperturbed even in the most devilishly unsparing of maelstroms?

Am I venomously unjust in asking the unendingly emollient festoon of air; to
grant me just a single puff of its quintessentially vital exhilaration; that would transform me from a cadaverously ostracizing mortuary into a breath of victoriously exultating life?

Am I invidiously unjust in asking the Omnisciently Almighty Lord; to grant me just a single chance of his paradise of infinite chances; which would provide me an opportunity to disseminate benign goodness till the very end of my time; and thus reverse every of my inadvertently committed sin?

And am I unforgivingly unjust in asking the countless billion rhythms of your unassailable heart O! Beloved; to grant me just a single immortal beat; that would coalesce me forever and forever and ever with the religion of unbreakable humanity; that would make me feel forever and ever and ever the most pricelessly gifted organism alive?

It suddenly told me to lick the road with my tongue; when I was blissfully driving enchanted by the melody in the air and the surroundings,

It ordered me to eat a blanket of thorns without flinching the slightest; as I was wholesomely lost in my dreams under the enigmatic tree shade,

It told me to soak my head into fetid pools of gutter water; when I was busy sipping voluptuous pints of sugarcane rum in the corridors of the rustic country bar,

It told me to poke my neighbors with sizzling rods of iron; enjoy the agonizing scene that unfurled; as I placidly playing cards with my wife at midnight,

It told me to jump from the aircraft without strapping a parachute on my body; as I lost in due admiration of the cotton cocoon of blue clouds dazzling voluptuously
in the morning light,

It told me to chew balls of steel with stupendous relish; when I was toiling in the fields; waiting anxiously for my crops to reap,

It told me to cut my finger with the gleaming knife; when I was writing a letter to my impeccable beloved,

It told me to cross the street when the lights were still red; brandishing my body against scores of whirlwind vehicles; as I was milking the cow for my morning breakfast,

It told me to hurl out a volley of abashing abuse to the President; when I was infact munching popcorn and watching television,

It told me to bathe in steaming acid use vicious scorpion instead of soap; as I engrossed in bulky files and heaps of paper at office,

It told me to play hide and seek with the diabolical shark; as I blew the ensemble of candles on my birthday cake,

It told me to bash my head umpteenth times against the wall; as I was traversing merrily through the hills; with the girl of my dreams sitting on my shoulder,

It told me to leap up to the sky and steal all the stars; as I addressing the entire planet on the National network,

It told me to swallow the venomous lizard wandering through the thick jungles; as I was sitting in rapt attention; with my eyes focussed towards the deity I profoundly worshipped,

It told me to gallivant stark naked through the town; as I was assiduously involved in decoding peaceful solutions to war,

It told me to count to the number of words I spoke in the day; as I combing my hair blending it with lots of perfumed coconut oil,

It told me to put my hands in the lions mouth; as I was playing with small children; hugging them close to my chest,

It told me to sleep on a bed of smoldering embers; as I was dancing jubilantly after tasting the first success of my life,

It told me to put a battalion of stinging ants in my clothes; as I was shaking hands compassionately with the Magician outside the train,

It told me to walk backwards till I reached the other side of the globe; as I gauge the unsurpassable depth of the valley,

It was a nefarious monster ordering me to execute at times the weirdest of things existing in this world; when infact there was not the slightest of necessity; nor the slightest of compulsion by Almighty Lord to do so,

And that’s when I made one solemn resolve of never being a slave of my mind; never yielding to its irascible desires no matter how strongly it dictated me to do so; as I had from now decided to always listen to the tunes of my heart.