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I coated roasted bread periphery with surplus extracts of cow butter,
stuffed hollow spaces between twin slices with squashed tomato curry,
baked round crystalline egg to fluffy proportion,
crushed a pair of sour lemon to form appetizing juice,
flooded polished interiors of glass with blood red wine,
sliced infinite biscuits of farm fresh radish,
blended chunks of mustard seed in huge jars of ground well water,
dropped sizzling pieces of goat meat in gigantic foils of silver,
ripped open olive green coconut shell with slender butcher knife,
peeled wild skin of fleshy orange after feeble resistance from the fruit,
decorated the slimy surface of exquisite marble,
with bulky slabs of chilly ice-cream,
sprinkled pinches of pure salt on visible patches of spiceless food,
laid a cluster of hybrid grapes in minuscule baskets of cane,
filled miniature soup bowls with clear paste of noodle and garlic powder,
chopped with deft strokes of skill entangled bundles of cauliflower root,
burnt sugar to chocolate brown in low rising flames of electronic stove,
rubbed green chili sticks with volatile force on my lifeless lips,
opened sliding glass panels of the green house roof,
to let in revitalizing draughts of the mountain air,
reclined and sank in the plush upholstery of king sized chair,
to relish the concoctions and recipe which were simply for morning consumption,
listening to enlightening tunes diffusing softly, from plastic pellets of my portable walkman.

I have never seen eyes more mesmerizing than yours; the majestic seduction with which they fluttered under brilliant sunlight,

I have never seen lips more rubicund than yours; the way they smiled unceasingly even in the most bizarre of affliction they were circumvented with,

I have never seen hair more voluptuous than yours; the stupendously ravishing swirl in which they imprisoned every onlooker who transgressed by,

I have never seen a skin more resplendent than yours; the way it immaculately sparkled right since the first ray of ephemeral dawn; to the deathly hour even well
past after chilly midnight,

I have never seen a nose more piquant than yours; the astounding ability it was bestowed upon to smell; profusely relish and enjoy each fragrance in the
placid atmosphere,

I have never seen sweat more passionate than yours; the astronomically alluring vivacity it was endowed with; to drive away somebody’s breath; like a meteor
shot from the blue sky,

I have never seen cheeks more flirtatious than yours; titillating me to the most unprecedented limits and even beyond fathomless eternity,

I have never seen a voice more melodious than yours; the ingratiating aura which it radiated profoundly as it rose and fell with the silken clouds drifting in the sky,

I have never seen a shadow more fascinating than yours; the enchanting trail of mysticism it left for centuries incomprehensible; as it lingered on even after the Herculean day had subsided,

I have never seen a smile more gorgeous than yours; the incredulously ecstatic virtue in it; that made it the irrefutable darling of all tribes,

I have never seen a conviction more firmer than yours; the tumultuously resilient ease; with which you rose up dauntingly to every task of life,

I have never seen hands more impeccable than yours; the dainty caress with which they spread their magic to every object they laid oligarchic demeanor on,

I have never seen a stomach more pristine than yours; the overwhelmingly fabulous way in which it nimbly swished; as the moist carpet of grass made you wonderfully yawn,

I have never seen a character more spotless than yours; the insurmountably floating unbiased empathy in your spell binding conscience,

I have never seen a mind more ingenious than yours; relentlessly fantasizing every unleashing minute; perceiving the most celestial of angels infinite feet above the cosmos,

I have never seen blood more crimson than yours; euphorically traversing through your body at lightening speeds; imparting all surrounding you with spurts of boisterous life,

I have never seen ears more enamoring than yours; the delectable string of feathery sounds they had this uncanny ability to decipher; while the world outside just kept delving into monotonous business,

I have never seen breath more fiery than yours; the unsurpassable ardor and tenacity with which it flowed like a fulminating volcano down your nostrils; bonding
me inseparably with its royal grace,

And let apart seeing; I am sure that there doesn’t exist a heart more compassionate than yours; a heart which loves me above all entities trespassing through
this Universe; a heart which has since times immemorial always remained and palpitated with mine.

An eye for another eye; would definitely plunge the entire world into a mortuary of cringing darkness—would definitely make the entire world blind,

A tongue for another tongue; would definitely dumb the entire world into a wall of haplessly delirious silence—would definitely make the entire world mute,

An ear for another ear; would definitely plague the entire world into a unfathomably deep gorge of sadistic nothingness-would definitely make the entire world deaf,

A lip for another lip; would definitely devastate the entire world into a corpse of irrevocably jinxed sadness-would definitely make the entire world flagrantly morose,

A hand for another hand; would definitely plummet the entire world into a carcass of fetidly indescribable hopelessness-would definitely make the entire world beg beyond holistic heights,

A spine for another spine; would definitely incarcerate the entire world into chains of sacrilegiously blackened slavery-would definitely make the entire world denigrated beyond self respect,

A stomach for another stomach; would definitely emaciate the entire world into infinite skulls of reproachful hunger—would definitely make the entire world vindictively starve,

A neck for another neck; would definitely curse the entire world into an inconsolably hideous dungeon of emptiness—would definitely make the entire world a bloodily anarchist battlefield,

A vein for another vein; would definitely devastate the entire world into a demonically sadistic lacunae—would definitely make the entire world plaintively emotionless,

A finger for another finger; would definitely coerce the entire world to cacophonically beg for a lifetime on the streets—would definitely make the entire world a pile of worthlessly rusted brittle pins,

A skin for another skin; would definitely freeze the entire world into a gutter-pipe of shivering and cloistered hopelessness—would definitely make the entire world crumble even under the strongest of blistering Sun,

A shoulder for another shoulder; would definitely deteriorate the entire world into a slushpile of abysmally pitiful remorse—would definitely make the entire world directionless,

A leg for another leg; would definitely sink the entire world into the marshes of despondently orphaned doomsday—would definitely make the whole world forlornly maimed,

A scalp for another scalp; would definitely lead the entire world into a ghost-town of venomously sordid blackness- -would definitely make the whole world a hallucinated fool,

A bone for another bone; would definitely squelch the entire world beyond the threshold of unimaginable despair—would definitely make the whole world irrevocably maimed,

A tooth for another tooth; would definitely bruise the entire world into dastardly tastelessness—would definitely make the whole world remorsefully bland,

A cheek for another cheek; would definitely distort the entire world into a coffin of crucified ugliness- -would definitely make the entire world a perennially maudlin scarecrow,

A blood-drop for another blood-drop; would definitely metamorphose the entire world into a veritably breathing hell—would definitely make the entire world a reproachfully stinking ghost,

Whist a heart for another heart – would definitely immortalize the entire world into the religion of eternal mankind – make the entire world fall forever and ever and ever without a chance to ever rise up; into the ocean of immortal humanity and love.

I stood for marathon hours under the blistering Sun; accomplishing a battalion
of tasks with the arid breeze slapping my cheek,
When I came back home; I instantly pacified my insatiable thirst consuming a
glass of cold water.

I ran long distances on a track of consolidated mud; with pumped exuberance
bursting through my fragile muscles,
Infinite strands of my hair engulfed by golden sweat; I then submerged my
forehead in a glass of water to rejuvenate my pulsating temples.

I clambered up steep slopes of the mountain using the full power of my wrists;
with a crunching sound emanating from my bones,
As an inevitable aftermath; I swooned on the ground midway in exhaustion;
opened my eyes the instant I was sprinkled with a glass of water.

I rolled ecstatically in a curry of voluptuously wet mud; incorporating my
demeanor with streaks of brown blended with abashing black,
Poured a glass of water with vigorous tenacity on the same; to get rid of the
disdainful dirt.

I lay unconscious on the ground; after diligently fasting all day; exhaling
shallow gasps of breath at intermittent intervals;
Displayed the first signs of recovery; after a glass of water was meticulously
impregnated in my body.

My voice sounded pungently shrill and hoarse simultaneously; with blurred
notes of music diffusing when I sang,
Although I was cheered with boisterous claps; received a plethora of
accolades; when I opened my mouth after drinking a glass of water.

Streams of blood oozed profusely from my wounds; as I lay on the road after a
ghastly accident,
The flow however ceased dramatically; after I drenched my bruise in a glass of
water.

I wrote unrelentingly under the dim light of the bulb; with my dainty fingers
tiring as a manifestation of the onerous effort,
However my hands were as fit as to decimate a brick wall; after revitalizing
them with a glass of water.

I lived my life in penurious circumstances; with meager emoluments of affluence to my credit,
However to all who visited my dilapidated dwelling; I never failed to offer a glass of water; gratifying their thirst; prompting them to shower blessings on my impoverished soul.

I commenced my day in brilliant sunlight consuming it with relish; imparting
radiant tenacity to my silhouette,
Retired for the night uttering a silent thanks to the Creator for all the goodness he created; admiring the richness embossed in that innocuous looking glass of
warm water.

In order to augment the glory of the crystalline sky; God inundated it with a festoon of enchantingly misty clouds,

In order to augment the glory of the lanky tree; God flooded its barren surface with a blanket of fresh green leaves,

In order to augment the glory of the fleshy palm; God embellished its surface with a myriad of fascinating lines bifurcated into islands and forks,

In order to augment the glory of the plain atmosphere; God deluged its gloomy ambience with sizzling rays of brilliant Sunlight,

In order to augment the glory of the colossal ocean; God imparted its boundless surface with a cavalcade of ravishingly frosty waves,

In order to augment the glory of fecund territories of brown soil; God embodied its surface with a wide fraternity of salubrious crop,

In order to augment the glory of the voluptuously fathomless jungles; God placed a battalion of majestic lions on its rustled paths,

In order to augment the glory of the towering mountains; God embedded their treacherous slopes with compassionate balls of white snow,

In order to augment the glory of the redolently scarlet rose; God granted its demeanor with a seductively exotic scent,

In order to augment the glory of the delectably hidden nest; God filled its empty persona with a cluster of stupendously charming and innocuous eggs,

In order to augment the glory of the placid night; God blessed its shivering persona with amicably twinkling stars,

In order to augment the glory of the gorgeously unsurpassable valley; God lit up its dolorous space with a boisterously pepped up and a stringent echo,

In order to augment the glory of the innocuously wandering cow; God imparted it with the prowess of oozing life yielding and sacrosanct milk,

In order to augment the glory of cascading rain; God impregnated the cosmos with a spell binding and vivacious rainbow,

In order to augment the glory of mammoth stacks of diamonds and gold; God triggered their periphery with a mesmerizing and perennial shine,

In order to augment the glory of the blind bat; God granted it with the astounding ability to stick wherever it wanted; to sleep upside down,

In order to augment the glory of the blossoming shoots of bountiful grass; God overwhelmed its tips with tantalizingly alluring dewdrops,

In order to augment the glory of true love; God gave it the highest priority on his agendas of this unfathomable Universe; granted it the virtue of being supremely immortal,

And in order to augment the glory of every human; God swamped his dead body with an armory of passionate heart beats; flooded his dormant lungs with gargantuan
bellows of fresh breath; bestowed upon him the most wonderful gift existing on this planet; a gift that we all know today as life.

Out of the clutches of societal desperation,

Out of the realms of spurious religious conflict,

Out of the gutters of frustratingly penalizing politics,

Out of the traditionally barbarous mindsets of the typical chauvinist,

Out of the tunnels of superficially illiterate darkness,

Out of the battlefields of fanatically baseless bombarding and war,

Out of any brutal offerings of flesh and life to the feet of the Omnipotent God,

Out of the stinkingly deplorable hell of feckless dictatorship,

Out of the monstrously malaise mansions of tyrannical rules and regulations,

Out of the sinister dungeons where definitions of ‘caste’, ‘creed’, ‘color’, remained jailed,

Out of any frigidly exploiting caves of ‘tantra’, ‘yantra’, ‘mantra’ and
astrological drama,

Out of any evil spirit trying its maniacal best to forever taint the fabric of humanity,

Out of any impractical preachings which ludicrously seemed applicable only after death,

Out of any anecdote of self inflicted loneliness which only led to dementia at its very best,

Out of mush-mushy candy floss romances which only led to shattering of the
heart into an infinite pieces,

Out of the dusty roads of laziness and foolhardy stagnation,

Out of the holocaustic perverted mindset- which massacred at random in the robes of a holy priest,

Out of the non-existent shadows of anarchy—which’d cast a pall of morbid gloom across each aspect of our priceless senses,

Out of the blackness of ignorance which let us breathe only to the song of strangulating death,

We’re here. We’re back. We’re roaring n alive as the generation of the new millennium—as the generation which never loses—as the generation of now— as Generation Y.

pieces of stone molded to artistic pawns,
royal knights maneuvering handsomely on the board,
sturdy rooks marching straight with dexterous ease,
hunchbacked bishops gliding through diagonal streets,
haughty queen parading on all quarters of the board,
the resolute king taking a step at a time,
minuscule pawns were killed in initial encounter,
infinite permutations kept going on,
the well spun chess cloth shone in yellow bulb light,
automatic clocks ticked with player moves,
giant screen flashed moves to millions of people,
the indoor auditorium brimmed to capacity,
crowd mass took bated breaths, stayed glued to their seats,
the battle on board grew tense,
as the day was divested of passing hours,
his tapered fingers eventually slammed a piece down,
chorused smiles reflected on thousands seated,
as well as the ones witnessing it on silver screen,
the winner proudly shook hands with the ruling
president,
flung the trophy high towards kingdom of the Creator,
grimaced his teeth in exuberance,
to announce his victory in the world of chess,
crowning him as the reigning world chess champion

A full day of Sunshine provides truck loads of dazzling light,
evaporating traces of imprisoned water with blemishes of grey.

a full day of Sunshine revitalizes dead nerves,
imparting fortified strength to frayed network of shoulder bone.

a full day of Sunshine stringently fumigates households of moisture,
tenaciously baking slip-shod exteriors of feeble edifices.

a full day of Sunshine makes morbid waters of the river sparkle,
instigating animate fauna to creep up uninhibited on the translucent surface.

a full day of Sunshine would decimate clusters of venomous mosquito,
releasing scores of humans from the captive jaws of epidemic.

a full day of Sunshine provides fodder to sprawling acres of green grass,
reinforcing their lack-luster appearance with blossoming stalks of lotus pink.

a full day of Sunshine ensures a ravishing time at the beach,
engulfing shriveled white patches of pale skin with masculine streaks of tan.

a full day of Sunshine is a rare commodity on jagged peaks of the snow clad alps,
initiating fountains of perennial happiness to pour; from the eyes of those privileged to witness these welcome beams of warmth.

a full day of Sunshine prompts sagged clothes in blended water to dry,
transforming its wet demeanour into crispy texture of uncreased garment.

a full day of Sunshine inspires individuals with premonitions of art,
rendering them versatile enough to scrupulously achieve mounting tasks.

a full day of Sunshine leads to intense perspiration dribbling down,
highlighting the optimistic effects of confronting life.

a full day of Sunshine offers respite from nail biting cold,
a reprieve from abhorrent sins of the previous night,
filtering feckless prejudices into oblivion,
chalking out innovative plans and fresh directions in adventurous life.

Unbaked flabby chunks of dough,
With loosely sprawled fine powder,
Molded into round lumps of bulky wheatmeal,
An unyielding deodorant in its primitive form,
Studded with minute recesses clinging to its body,
Awaiting hybrid flames from unburnt firewood,
To nurture it into a ripened swell of burnt complexion,
Compactly stitched at all sections,
With threads of natural glue,
Compressed into delicious sandwiched bread,
Sewn in perfect co-ordination,
With progressively low rising engulfing fusion,
Emanating from the tiny apertures of gas burner,
Enriching and finally deserting it as a
victorious fragment of Consumption

Till the time you told the mountain to invincibly defend; it felt as if the most pricelessly blessed entity on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a civilization of manipulatively estranged and decrepit politicians; it died a death more treacherous than what the most insidiously ghastliest of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the sea to tantalizingly undulate; it felt as if the most euphorically fascinating entity on this bountifully exhilarating planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a boundlessly sweltering desert; it died a death more diabolical than what the most treacherously torturous of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the star to resplendently twinkle; it felt as if the most blissfully
unconquerable entity on this timelessly endowing planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a whirlpool of relentlessly blistering heat; it died a death more morbid than what the most satanically
shriveled of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the rose to eternally disseminate royal scent; it felt as if the most
poignantly mollified entity on this fathomlessly burgeoning planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a monotonously concrete jungle of bricks; it died a death more sordid than what the most parasitically cannibalistic of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the dog to cacophonically bark; it felt as if the most miraculously mitigated entity on this unbelievably limitless planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a mellifluously voluptuous nightingale; it died a death more hedonistic than what the most demonically
truculent of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the soldier to patriotically blaze; he felt as if the most divinely ameliorated entity on this wonderfully enigmatic planet,
But the instant you dictated him to metamorphose into cisterns of languidly squandering sleep; he died a death more savage than what the most perfidiously
rampaging of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the mother to altruistically feed; she felt as if the most Omnipotently insuperable entity on this boundlessly exotic planet,
But the instant you dictated her to metamorphose into tawdrily lackadaisical damsel; she died a death more horrific than what the most devastatingly indiscriminate of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the eye to panoramically sight; it felt as if the most sensuously placated entity on this regally entrancing planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into venomously paralyzing blindness; it died a death more pathetic than what the most barbarously terrorizing of
death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the conscience to irrefutably diffuse the wave of ubiquitously undaunted truth; it felt as if the most triumphantly ebullient entity on this limitlessly eclectic planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a corpse of gorily crucifying and squalidly debilitating lies; it died a death more remorseful than what the most lecherously unworthy of death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the nostril to inhale uninhibited air; it felt as if the most blessedly emollient entity on this timelessly enchanting planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into lifelessly amorphous skeleton; it died a death more deplorable than what the most pugnaciously rancid of
death; could ever perceive to be.

Till the time you told the dew-drop to fantastically mesmerize; it felt as if the most unsurpassably kingly entity on this unfathomably majestic planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into uncouthly chauvinistic blood; it died a death more sadistic that what the most deliriously lambasting of death; could ever perceive to be.

And till the time you told the heart to immortally love and let live; it felt as if the most perpetually undefeatable entity on this beautifully redolent planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a mortuary of forlornly cursed betrayal; it died a death more insane than what the most raunchily threadbare of
death; could ever perceive to be.