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I wanted the speed of life to be like swashbuckling blades of the ceiling fan,
When I was bustling with euphoric fervor; in the prime of youth.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the withered leaves of autumn,
When I was imprisoned in desolation; with traces of the world far away from my
silhouette.

I wanted the speed of life to be like slowly dribbling honey,
When I felt secret avenues of energy fading; and my feet felt drearily exhausted.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the mesmerizing and eloquent cuckoo,
When I brusquely got up from sleep; at the outbreak of evanescent dawn.

I wanted the speed of life to be like slithering reptiles traversing through bushy outgrowths of the jungle,
When I was intensely engrossed in artistry and captivating romance.

I wanted the speed of life to be like hostile blood leaking in fury; from fresh wounds,
When I felt my persona submerged in pools of belligerence; my fists clenched and clusters of my teeth grimaced like a formidable fortress.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the transparently reflecting mirror,
When I felt circumspect to confront loads of tumultuous sorrow.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the garrulous tongue,
When I felt like incessantly chattering; disrupting the synchrony of stillness with my voice.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the turbulently flowing Ganges,
When I contemplated on dipping my demeanor into Luke warm water; and having a
bath.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the plummeting showers of torrential rain,
When I set out to conquer the world barefoot; basking in the spirit of adventure.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the majestically gliding eagle in the sky,
When I envisaged about the harmony of thought; the blissful symmetry of existence.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the shrill ringing of the telephone,
When I nostalgically reminisced the conversations I had with my beloved on telephone.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the painstakingly trespassing desert camel,
When I was on the threshold of succumbing life; and I had relinquished the tenacity of youth.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the brilliantly burning bulb,
When I was on the course of reaching stupendous echelons of invincible stardom.

And I wanted all speeds of life to be transferred to my fellow beings in acute distress,
The moment I left for my heavenly abode; to rest perennially in celestial arms of the Creator.

As much as it overwhelmingly separates,
It bonds you immortally beyond the most passionate realms of your enchanting imagination.

As much as it rises like a fulminating volcano; infinite kilometers above the clouds,
It uninhibitedly embraces even the most impoverished of entity; enlightening the gloomy corridors of desperation with its glorious festoon of optimistic rays.

As much as it pacifies like white ice; to the most ultimate of the hearts content,
It ignites untamed infernos of turbulent desire; metamorphosing pathetically dwindling souls; into entities with an infinite lives.

As much as it absorbs the overwhelmingly poignant emotion lingering in the atmosphere,
It disseminates the spirit of friendship; indefatigably all across the surface of this
fathomless planet.

As much as it strikes inexplicably like torrential downpours of vivacious lava,
It promises you a life more blissful than the divine; fortifying its foundations of benevolent humanity astoundingly by the unveiling minute.

As much as it makes room for every conceivable fantasy to circulate intriguingly in the mind,
It harnesses your every goal into a perpetual reality; catapulting you to the most astronomical summit of scintillating success.

As much as it perseveres unrelentingly all night and each instant of the uncouthly sweltering day,
It transits you into a land of stupendous care and empathy; a paradise where you experience the most enthralling ingredients of a complete life.

As much as it tantalizes the most pragmatic beyond the dormitories of sagacious control,
It makes you believe in every step you take; propelling you to intrepidly defend the unsurpassable battalion of obstacles that confronted you; insidiously in your way.

As much as it bequeaths upon you a tenacity of having wholesomely led countless lives,
It takes you back to the first cry of your infantile life; making you bounce rhapsodically in the sacrosanct lap of your mother.

And as much as it melts you in the enigmatic trail of profusely charismatic seduction,
It unites you with every tangible and intangible element on this gigantic earth; granting you the ultimate status of being addressed as a human; granting you the right to love; to being loved; and being possessed by it; the spearhead of love.

The sound of barking dogs brought alongwith it; overwhelming morbidity; a wave of heinous viciousness; that indefatigably triggered you to explore the cannibal entrapped in your conscience,

The sound of cascading rain brought alongwith it; tantalizing spurts of rhapsody; making you euphorically gallop forward in the scintillating exuberance of vibrant life,

The sound of the whistling train brought alongwith it; the untamed spirit of exhilarating adventure; when you traversed like a king; incessantly
embarking upon an expedition of sparkling newness,

The sound of the falling leaves brought alongwith it; a nostalgically forlorn feeling of dilapidation; as you uncontrollably withered in destructive imagery; regretfully shunning all corridors of optimistic hope and bountiful cheer,

The sound of the fulminating volcano brought alongwith it; a tumultuously vindictive wave of malicious prejudice; as you sizzled in the unremitting heat of abhorrent war and parasitic vice,

The sound of the melodious nightingale brought alongwith it; a wind of stupendously everlasting calm; blissfully soothing the unfathomable mountain of your bizarrely frazzled senses; with the ointment of insatiable empathy,

The sound of the winking eyelids brought alongwith it; ardent fireballs of mischievous flirtation; as you surreptitiously philandered behind the Sun soaked
hills; with the seductively nubile maidens of your choice,

The sound of the roaring lion brought alongwith it; unassailably flamboyant domination; as you blazed more tenaciously than the orange oven of Sun; basking in
the unsurpassable glory of your benign success,

The sound of the chirping sparrow brought alongwith it; ebulliently ecstatic jubilation; instilling in you the uninhibited freedom to envelop yourself in fervent
carpets of unending boisterousness,

The sound of the gurgling fountain brought alongwith it; harmoniously symbiotic prosperity; which unequivocally taught you to embrace all tribes irrespective of religion; caste; creed; in synergistic unison; and alike,

The sound of the majestic eagle brought alongwith it; unprecedented puffs of enthrallment; a perennial desire in you to royally soar through the golden
entrenchment of clouds; breathed in the mists of desire for times immemorial,

The sound of marching soldiers brought alongwith it; cloudbursts of irrefutably glorious patriotism; an intrinsically overpowering sensation in your persona;
to unflinchingly fight for your sacrosanct motherland,

The sound of ticking clock brought alongwith it; a fathomless civilization of endless meticulousness; impregnating in you the sagacious pragmatism; to diligently execute all your duties of the enigmatically unveiling day,

The sound of the unruly crow brought alongwith it; an unrelenting ocean of mortifying disgrace; as you felt like abnegating every iota of charisma and glorious charm; forever from the innermost recesses of your impoverished demeanor,

The sound of the reverberating lightening brought alongwith it; perpetually augmenting and magnetic excitement; as you felt the inferno of titillating yearning rise like new born infant; bubbling like white fire through every ingredient of your crimson blood,

The sound of singing children brought alongwith it; impeccably satiny righteousness; profoundly incinerating in you the immaculate light of timeless innocence; to be alive as the ultimate harbinger of benign humanity,

The sound of indolent pigs brought alongwith it; fading horizons of languidly decaying and capricious nothingness; as a arrow of wastrel insignificance perpetuated you from all sides; inevitably drawing each bone of your dreary countenance; towards a world
of sleep and stinkingly greasy dirt,

The sound of passionate breath brought alongwith it; an unconquerable dawn of resplendently proliferating evolution; triggering in you the most priceless desire
to live; and astoundingly procreate boundless more of your own holistic kind,

And the sound of thunderous heartbeats brought alongwith it; an immortally everlasting sky of glistening love; which not only encapsulated you; but the entire living kind; in irrefutably invincible threads of ever-pervading humanity.

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Businessmen; astoundingly manipulating even the most infinitesimal nuances of trade; handsomely seated on
the absolute zeniths of corporate victories,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Magicians; possessing the unbelievable ability of transforming even the most tawdrily decrepit piece of junk; into unconquerably glittering gold,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Politicians; dexterously governing the pragmatic lives of countless million people; right at their surreptitiously slippery fingertips,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Warriors; altruistically shedding even the last bone of their spines for the service of their venerated motherland; whilst wholesomely capturing every element of the devil in mind; body and spirit,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Devils; the most despicably hedonistic curmudgeons of insanity; satanically massacring every thing that they encountered in vicinity; without the tiniest reason or rhyme,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Astrologers; amazingly able to portend even the most obfuscated of happenings to unfurl; centuries later than this very vivaciously breathing day; today,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Philosophers; holding boundless organisms in an unimaginably spell-bound stupor; as they indefatigably
sermonized the ideals of exhilarating existence and ultimate death,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Gamblers; where an infinite currency coin first slipped from their palms like ecstatically melting; before astutely multiplying itself into fathomless more of its very own kind,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Musicians; timelessly rekindling even the most lugubriously livid parchment of the atmosphere; with victoriously unfettered rhapsody,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Sportsmen; majestically recoining the definition of whichever game that they played; perpetually ensuring their place in the most spectacularly emollient of legend books,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Pioneers; evolving an inexhaustibly fructifying revolution; out of inanely dying wisps of battered nothingness,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Dancers; flexing even the most obsolete crannies of their bodies to myriad colors; shapes and forms; timelessly
bewitching the atmosphere of even the most monotonously deadened of night,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Fantasizers; perennially galloping in the full fervor of life in those inscrutably tingling spaces; which were beyond the definitions of infinite infinity,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Swimmers; profoundly enjoying it only when there was the most truculently devastating storm at sea; when waves as ferociously tall as the sky; intransigently whipped them on every part of their naked form,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Street-Smarts; deplorably spitting an ocean of deplorable slang; at even the most non-receptively robotic bits of concrete in the gutter can,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Robbers; wholesomely dumbfounding the law on every conceivable occasion; stupefying millions of true soldiers with the parasitically profane treachery in their glib heels,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Philanderers; flirting with an infinite women at one given moment; almost proclaiming themselves to have given birth to the entire of the limitless living kind,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Devotees; selflessly beheading the most intriguing of their scalps at the feet of the Almighty Lord; at the slightest of innuendo,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Wrestlers; indefatigably overpowering every element of perceivable weakness in the Universe; with the sheer and most ardent tenacity of their robustly bulging muscle,

Whilst I introduced myself as a hopelessly devastated and irretrievable loser in every commercial aspect of life; but nevertheless and solely as the “Son” of my unconquerably Omnipotent and eternally compassionate mother.

How could I ever get bored even an infinitesimally insipid iota?
When I had the perpetually golden rays of the blistering midday Sun; filter a path of
scintillatingly righteous courage; through every cranny of my disastrously impoverished demeanor.

How could I ever get bored even an inconspicuously non-existent trifle?
When I had the gregariously cascading waterfalls of enlightening froth tickle me profusely from all sides; trigger in me an insatiably euphoric yearning; to
gallop ecstatically forward; through the fields of mesmerizing life.

How could I ever get bored even a comically minuscule whisker?
When I had the voluptuously rustling breeze profoundly caress each of manipulatively besieged senses; uninhibitedly freeing me to dance timelessly; till the
boundaries of enchanting eternity.

How could I ever get bored even a diminutively frigid fraction?
When I had the melodiously ebullient nightingale singing right on my shoulder; profusely infiltrating resplendent rays of hope; into my vindictively cold blooded existence.

How could I ever get bored even a capriciously tiny speck?
When I had the divinely blooming flowers spinning a web of majestically astounding artistry all across my gruesomely bereaved senses; tirelessly drifting me towards an unfathomable ocean of blissful scent.

How could I ever get bored even a parsimoniously mercurial bit?
When I had the unfathomable caravan of boisterously buzzing bees incessantly enshrouding my lifelessly stoical facial contours; inundate my mockingly dreary
survival with unprecedented enthrallment and tingling sweetness.

How could I ever get bored even a lackadaisically lackluster inch?
When I had the fascinatingly ingratiating Moon shimmer gorgeously on my despondently disheveled flesh; seductively caress me with unsurpassable fireballs of
magnificently silken delight.

How could I ever get bored even a languidly inarticulate centimeter?
When I had tantalizingly green meadows nestled with exotic dew drops to rampantly roll in; expunge each horrendously frustrated ingredient from my despairing blood; to handsomely blend with the stupendously reinvigorating soil.

How could I ever get bored even a ghoulishly asphyxiated bit?
When I had intransigently aristocratic carpets of breath embracing my savagely extinguishing nostrils; irrefutably propelling me each instant to unflinchingly disseminate the patriotic river of truth; in every corner of this gigantic earth.

And how could I ever get bored even a trivially transient second?
When I had your immortally unassailable love perennially romancing with my nervously fluttering heartbeats; when I had your marvelously humanitarian shadow; which had unconquerably become the sole reflection of my soul.

Of course there were billions who called me a blighted coward; not attending corporate office for even one single day in my entire life; eccentrically sequestering myself from the entire Universe; to indefatigably pen priceless poetry,

Of course there were billions who called me an ugly duckling; as virtually every conceivable cranny of my skin; was perniciously maligned with an infinite
pigments of murderously cannibalistic blackness,

Of course there were billions who called me obsessively delirious; for seizing upon the most ephemerally non-existent ingredients of the atmosphere; and then inexplicably pursuing the same till the aisles of infinite infinity,

Of course there were billions who called me unceremoniously bohemian; for existing so unabashedly rustically in the heart of the extraordinarily contemporary society; even after receiving the best education of my times,

Of course there were billions who called me flagrantly doomed; for so openly castigating every established norm of the turgidly conventional society; trying to
defy the mortuary of robotic shrewdness; with the clouds of immortal love,

Of course there were billions who called me an absolutely dogmatic fool; for expending every bit of my hard earned wealth; to forever unite two jilted lovers horrendously separated due to differences of the currency coin,

Of course there were billions who called me pugnaciously ballistic; as I instantaneously swished the gleaming sword from my scepter; at the tiniest insinuation of danger or gratuitous invasion to my motherland,

Of course there were billions who called me fecklessly truthful loser; as I chose to tread on the path of infallible righteousness laden with a zillion acrimonious thorns; rather than easily galloping on the shortcuts to success; which so copiously inhabited
planet earth today,

Of course there were billions who called me cursedly impotent; as I had my very first child several years after marriage; and after a countless visits to every Omnipotent temple; church; monastery and mosque on this boundlessly blessed planet,

Of course there were billions who called me salaciously sinful; as I insuperably believed that perennially unshakable marriage happened the instant both hearts met; and without the tiniest of ceremony or sanctimoniously rigorous tradition,

Of course there were billions who called me bizarrely agnostic; as I didn’t believe in several God’s/Goddesses; but timelessly envisaged the Creator to be
undefeatedly one,

Of course there were billions who called me blasphemously unforgivable; as I uninhibitedly philandered with a countless women all my life; profoundly and inevitably attracted to the unlimited fructification of the female kind,

Of course there were billions who called me cadaverously jinxed; as every tangible or intangible project that I undertook in the tenure of my impoverished life; treacherously landed me upside down into the most wretchedly penalizing of my grave,

Of course there were billions who called me deplorably impractical; as every decision of mine taken from the heart found me haplessly begging on the sordidly cold-blooded streets; whilst those with an articulately pragmatic mind; astutely raced forward in the most brilliantly opulent of Mercedes,

Of course there were billions who called me worthlessly artistic; as although I’d sketched an infinite paintings; yet they still lay despicably decaying under the most blazing of Sun; for severely indispensable want of true takers and connoisseurs,

Of course there were billions who called me inveterately feminine; as I unlimitedly desired to cuddle inside the compassionate interiors of my dwelling all night and day; tirelessly fantasizing and altruistically contenting myself to just household chores,

Of course there were billions who called me intolerably eccentric; as every single habit and action of mine led me further and further into the most ominously blackened labyrinths of reclusiveness; being so extraordinarily different from the rest of the world outside,

Of course there were billions who called me an escapist misanthrope; as I shrugged almost every other human on this endlessly burgeoning planet; for still being a slave of commercially diabolical politics; when infact Omnipresent Universe was created; is; and shall forever remain ecstatically free,

And then there was this sole and only voice of my new born daughter amidst all this iconoclastic mayhem; inimitably calling me “Father”; which perpetually bestowed upon me the power to unflinchingly tower over each of one of these billions; which perpetually bestowed upon me the power to outsmart each one of these billions; which perpetually bestowed upon me the power to conquer the venomous devil in each one of these billions

There’s just one of the Omnipotent Sun; to timelessly illuminate even the most lugubriously ribald crannies of the earth; blaze a ray of triumphantly unfettered light for times immemorial,

There’s just one of the Vivacious Sky; to perpetually harbor organisms of
every caste; creed; color and tribe; with unconquerably ardent compassion in
its symbiotically blessed lap,

There’s just one of the Everest Peak; to indomitably transcend over all heinously evil; stand as the lone infallibly undefeated warrior; amidst a boundless Universe of salaciously crippling corruption,

There’s just one of the Iridescent Rainbow; to tirelessly mesmerize countless horrendously beleaguered souls; forever drift even the most infinitesimal of their misery towards the aisles of paradise divine,

There’s just one of the Royal Oyster; to unbelievably enthrall the unceasingly undulating waves of the tangy ocean; never ever let a morbid moment sweep even a transient iota; across its invincible periphery,

There’s just one of the Divinely Dewdrop; to inexhaustibly bless the limitless carpet of emerald green on this fantastically redolent Universe; profoundly reinvigorate every pore of the skin with ecstatically newborn freshness,

There’s just one of the Insuperable Ocean; to unendingly stupefy every tangible and intangible source of life on this ever-pervading planet; ubiquitously disseminate spice and salt into even the most haplessly devastated of breaths,

There’s just one of the Princely Lion; to endlessly rule even the most ethereal corner of the enchanting forest; irrefutably enshroud every open space on ebullient earth with inimitably unparalleled supremacy,

There’s just one of the Omniscient Moon; to unflinchingly enlighten every staggeringly dwindling soul; even in the most diabolically pulverizing of hour; past the coffin of treacherous midnight,

There’s just one of the Virile Seed; to timelessly fructify into a gorge of astoundingly vibrant newness; bless even the most tawdrily decrepit patch of soil on earth; with victoriously Omnipresent life,

There’s just one of the Inscrutable Shadow; to wonderfully placate even the most disastrously frazzled of senses; cast a spell of unbreakable fantasy in every innocuously nimble mind alike,

There’s just one of the Intrepid Fossil; to amazingly depict every conceivable form of life which blissfully thrived; an infinite centuries and moments ago,

There’s just one of the Triumphant Woman; to unassailably evolve the most
benign creation of life; sequestering it like an impregnable fortress inside her womb; from every devilish vagary of the parasitic world outside,

There’s just one of the Impudent Bumble Bee; to ooze into unlimited cisterns of mellifluously gifted honey; permeate a heaven of sweetness into even the most venomously cacophonic of life,

There’s just one of the Crimson Rose; to incredulously mollify every fetidly
asphyxiated nostril; with the philanthropically unbridled scent of humanity and the Creator Divine,

There’s just one of the Unshakable Conscience; to assimilate every iota of
unchallangably priceless truth on the trajectory of this bountiful Universe;
perennially treasure the ideals of undefeated righteousness,

There’s just one of the Euphoric Breath; to magnificently perpetuate eternal
life into even the most fecklessly obsolete entity without compassion and
quintessential life,

There’s just one of the Immortal Heart; to indefatigably unite every tangibly effulgent entity on the belly of the Universe; uninhibitedly ensure that there throbbed blessedly symbiotic life; even after life,

And then there’s just one of Tiny “Me”; to intricately decipher every step that she alighted towards me; to everlastingly comprehend the very essence of her Godly breath; to be the most ardent and sole slave of her humanitarian radiations; of the golden sweat that dribbled from her unconquerably celestial feet.

When I smeared my lips entirely with brilliant scarlet paste,
they looked voluptuous and mesmerizing; but they produced obnoxious blemishes on whatever I kissed.

When I applied stringent white chalk powder on the intricate periphery of my lips,
They looked comically distorted; enticing innumerable individuals to bestow upon me a plethora of frivolous smiles.

When I dipped my lips in an infectiously sweet mixture of molten jaggery,
They looked tantalizingly intense; with a battalion a red ant clambering with euphoric fervor to devour the same.

As I stuck my supple lips to fresh acrylic paint projecting from the chiseled wall,
They appeared stitched to each other in a vise like embrace; depriving me of the indispensable ability to speak.

When I applied a curry of black pungent mud on my articulately sculptured lips,
I resembled a bedraggled ragamuffin on the street; with pedestrians mistaking my identity for a homicidal beggar.

When I rubbed my lips in lush green blades of wild grass,
They acquired a poignantly slimy texture; prompting me to obstreperously sneeze.

When I submerged my lips in steaming hot frosty milk,
They developed peels of innocuous milk; and I looked like an organism having just taken birth.

When I painted my luscious lips in a concentrated extract of carbon ink,
The outcome was ludicrously funny; I seemed like a novice at writing literature; and the stains were intractably cumbersome to remove.

When I applied a blend of cement and water to my lips,
They amalgamated together like a solid rock; and it became virtually invincibly to separate them.

And eventually when I passionately kissed the lips of my beloved,
There were thunderous fires igniting frigid arenas of my persona,
My lips now looked enchanting after marathon hours of being lackluster, and for the first time I uninhibitedly smiled.

If you asked me how tall was it; I would perhaps miserably stutter; faltering an umpteenth number of times; before I could even emanate an inconspicuous
whisper,

If you asked me how vivacious was it; I would perhaps stumble like ninepins on obdurate ground; ludicrously bedazzled by that extra tinge of somberly radiant
light,

If you asked me how fragrant was it; I would perhaps have to frantically rummage through the records of a several thousand years; and yet eventually find myself
enshrouded by dungeons of inexplicably horrendous blackness,

If you asked me how boisterous was it; I would perhaps have to furiously contemplate for hours immemorial; laboriously delving into the most inscrutably esoteric realms of my beleaguered mind,

If you asked me how piquant was it; I would perhaps gasp for fresh air literally relinquishing the last breath of my life; maniacally ripping apart my hair for an answer; that simply wasn’t to be,

If you asked me how charismatic was it; I would perhaps nonchalantly stare into disgusting space for countless more births of mine; worthlessly dithering towards a horizon that irrefutably didn’t have any end,

If you asked me how conspicuous was it; I would perhaps grope wildly in an entrenchment of insane dreariness; wholesomely obfuscated for direction in
the island of diabolical hell,

If you asked me how harmonious was it; I would perhaps incoherently dither on the footsteps of utter devastation; lunatically running a marathon in the ungainly wild; that would never end,

If you asked me how formidable was it; I would perhaps commence to miserably slither on the ghastly ground; ghastily metamorphosing every dream of my blissfully
ravishing sleep; into a perpetually gory nightmare,

If you asked me how phlegmatic was it; I would perhaps excoriate all my hair apart in bizarre frustration; lambasting my scalp till eternity; in quest of the most sagacious of answer,

If you asked me how vivacious was it; I would perhaps pathetically stagger towards obsolete wisps of lackadaisical nothingness; eventually landing into the menacing gutters of horrific starvation,

If you asked me how immaculate was it; I would perhaps nervously flutter under the morbidly sullen carpet of the penalizing night; almost getting mercilessly straddled in the graves of tyrannical discomfort,

If you asked me how redolent was it; I would perhaps insipidly crumble into a dustbin of infinitesimal ash; preposterously disappearing into oblivion; in trying
to salvage for the most veritable of solutions,

If you asked me how fast was it; I would perhaps abhorrently drift my neck in boundless directions; in the end collapsing like a pack of soggy cards; to coalesce
with maliciously vindictive soil,

If you asked me how turbulent was it; I would perhaps gnaw even the last strand of my nails in utter nonchalance; stare like an imperturbable idiot into the hostile depths of the unending well,

If you asked me how melodious was it; I would perhaps blast every sanctimonious sound in my throat to juxtapose with meaningless infinity; lecherously sinking deeper and deeper into cold blooded earth,

If you asked me how rhetoric was it; I would perhaps lugubriously slip even on the most formidably handsome of grounds; profusely bleeding in exasperated confusion even in the most brilliantly bestowing of sunlight,

If you asked me how euphoric was it; I would perhaps unsteadily waver in absolutely despondent submission; trouncing every shade of overwhelming jubilation with
despicable doom,

But if you asked me to execute it; then I would unequivocally unite the entire planet in its stupendously compassionate threads of priceless humanity; for it was none other than the garland of spell binding creation; the sky of unconquerable love.

Happiness galore; diffusing into waves of tumultuous rhapsody as every instant unveiled into a wholesomely tantalizing minute,
Prosperity galore; as the clouds of freedom perennially showered their endowment of eternally unfading romance; upon the trajectory of this disastrously impoverished planet,
Vivacity galore; as the marvelous festoon of resplendently twinkling stars; danced uninhibitedly in the heart of the voluptuously titillating night,
Prudence galore; as it instilled the most sagaciously pragmatic chapters of existence; in devastatingly hopeless souls,
Was the fireball of immortally fabulous love; spawning into a timeless chapter of boundlessly mesmerizing creation; in every quarter of this magnificently enamoring Universe.

Youth galore; as it blossomed into a river of enchanting newness with the unfurling of every dawn; wholesomely abnegating even the most minuscule essence of despairing solitude,
Omnipotence galore; as it intrepidly withstood the most acrimoniously tyrannical attack; profusely coalescing with every element of blissfully condoning humanity,
Attraction galore; as it inevitably straddled even the most diabolically alien in its impregnably unfettered swirl; irrespective of caste; creed or status; alike,
Beauty galore; casting a spell of unbreakably rhapsodic fantasy; upon drearily staggering and even the most treacherously satanic demons; alike,
Was the mountain of invincibly everlasting love; harboring one and all in its Godly belly; sequestering even the most diminutively pathetic in its divine shadow; to evolve into
a royally majestic tomorrow.

Resplendence galore; as it sparkled into a flaming inferno of vivid propensity to tickle the night; miraculously enlightening every abode rotting in dilapidated despondency; with unconquerably optimistic light,
Humanity galore; as it embraced the richest and even those miserably dithering beneath ghastly mud; in the aisles of perennially untamed happiness,
Faith galore; as it uprooted even the most lecherously savage fortresses of evil from their very non-existently lackadaisical roots; with its triumphant march ahead,
Boisterousness galore; as it indefatigably radiated the beats of a symbiotically priceless existence; that led to the ultimate corridors of compassionately bestowing paradise,
Was the arrow of Omnisciently unfathomable love; striking the vicious targets of malicious evil every time it was released; scrapping even the most remotest trace of hostile belligerence; from the periphery of this gigantically fascinating planet.

Titillation galore; as it ecstatically seduced even the most gruesomely devastated souls in its timelessly melodious grace; to bloom into a unshakably blessed; mankind,
Electricity galore; as it incinerated thunderbolts of insurmountable desire; even in the heart of the murderously frigid night,
Mysticism galore; as it tingled you into an entrenchment of inexplicably gorgeous wilderness; as every molecule of alluring enigma; struck a passionate chord with the ravishing complexion of night,
Bonding galore; as it indispensably melanged all those with an amicably philanthropic disposition; in cisterns of incomprehensibly incarcerating humanity,
Was the sky of unequivocally grandiloquent love; immortally existing as the queen of all turbulently passionate hearts; the irrefutably embellished king; of all magical mankind.