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Every envelope needed a stamp of indispensable denomination; in order to successfully deport and proficiently reach its consummate place of destination,

Every writer needed a stamp of is publisher as well as his consortium of ardent admirers; in order to gain profound inspiration and surge ahead with flamboyance
in life,

Every mountain needed the stamp of blistering Sun; in order to feel pompously elated and tower handsomely towards open patches of blue sky,

Every dog needed the stamp of its master; in order to incessantly wag its tail in exuberant happiness; loyally guard colossal property that lay perilously
vulnerable all throughout the treacherous night,

Every mother needed the stamp of her innocuous child; in order to make her life complete in all respects; in order to make her realize that she was indeed the
richest woman alive,

Every palm needed the stamp of enigmatic lines; in order to provide it the unfathomably mystical and rich luxury of destiny,

Every horse needed the stamp of its rider; in order to gallop majestically through undulating expanse of boundless land; win the race amidst countless other of
its kin and kind,

Every pen needed the stamp of its manufacturer; in order to optimistically emboss unsurpassable lines of exquisite literature; keep indefatigably writing with
tumultuous confidence,

Every ocean needed the stamp of its vivaciously swirling waves; in order to portray to the world that it was turbulently tangy and a stupendously magnificent sight,

Every chest needed the stamp of impeccable fabric; in order to accentuate its robustly bulging contours to the outside world; present itself congenially and blend superbly with the intricacies civilized society,

Every day needed the stamp of date; in order to depict its overwhelmingly vital significance; keep in tandem with the exact unleashing of whirlwind time,

Every meadow of green grass needed the stamp of the sacrosanct cow; in order to prove that it was indeed the most exotic food found on this planet; had
encompassed in its blades all the inevitable ingredients to sustain life,
Every web woven with slimy thread needed the stamp of the long legged spider; in order to cast its mystically enigmatic impression on the aliens who faintly witnessed it,

Every boat needed the stamp of a captain; in order maneuver adroitly through the stormy waters; transport its scores of insurmountably nostalgic passengers;
safely to the welcome shores,

Every jeweled throne needed the stamp of a prince; in order to continue its lineage of oligarchic legacy; look incredulously royal even under the most diminutive rays of moonlight,

Every skeleton needed the stamp of rubicund flesh; in order to tenaciously move; rise up with inexorable resilience to each horrendous barricade of life,

Every kettle needed the stamp of reinvigorating sizzling brown tea; in order that people caressed its glistening periphery with loads of compassionate warmth,

Every shoe needed the stamp of bohemian foot; in order to kick rhapsodically in ebullient atmosphere; hurl itself with rampant freedom to every nook and cranny
that it liked,

Every eye needed the stamp of sparkling vision; in order to profusely engross and admire the unfathomable number of sights that existed bountifully in this world,

Every tongue needed the stamp of commanding voice; in order to make its presence felt amongst a horde of wolves; and celestially survive,

And every heart needed the stamp of immortal love; to passionately palpitate not only in life; but even infinite years after inevitable death.

Yogic exercise with heavy breathing,
drenching of self with tepid water,
chanting of prayers in murky light,
complete visualization of tasks performed,
cup of frosty scalding tea at dawn,
sizzling breakfast at peak of sunrise,
a glass of crushed carrot juice,
with few milligrams of vitamin extract,
followed by a game of long tennis in evergreen lawns,
fast rides in bullet proof sports car,
zipping across snowy landscapes at inches from ground,
few hours of concentrated work at office,
pure vegetable meal at noontime,
packed warm in hi tech aluminum foil,
succeeded by perpetual sound doze,
on cushioned chair overlooking a stream,
attentive discourse evening sessions,
equally speedy return to place of dwelling,
a game of chess with multi-chipped computer,
wiping of sweat with moist cologne tissue,
a ravishing night meal of mixed steak and red wine,
few hours watching television,
followed by rigorous walk in lush green grass,
accompanied by solving crossword puzzles,
and a thunderous collapse on the foam mattress,
with all energy converted to loud snores,
is how I would like to live a single day.

Some presumed that I was staring towards the sky; while some felt that I gazed towards the gutter flowing across cold ground,

Some presumed that I was staring as straight as an arrow towards the blackboard; while some felt that I was flirting around with beautiful girls sitting by the corner,

Some presumed that I was staring towards the scarlet cherries strewn on the embellished dining table; while some felt that I was conversing merrily with my
revered mother,

Some presumed that I was staring at the haystack trying to search for the inconspicuous little needle; while some felt that I was trying to capture the bull’s attention to get stupidly gored,

Some presumed that I was staring at the fleet of birds flying high and handsome in air; while some felt that I peering down the crease of my garishly striped pant,

Some presumed that I was staring pleadingly at my Boss spuriously adorned on the golden chair; while some felt that I was capriciously looking out of the ventilator fitted a few inches beneath the square ceiling,

Some presumed that I was staring at the boisterous street inundated with normal pedestrians and swanky cars; while some felt that I was watching television; lazily dozing in the plush drawing room,

Some presumed that I was staring at fish in the waters of the ocean; while some felt that I profoundly admired the stars shine,

Some presumed that I was staring relentlessly at my wife; while some felt that my gaze was furtively concentrated on the exotically alluring neighboring window,

Some presumed that I was staring at the mosquitoes hovering incessantly around my nose; while some felt that I was appreciating the grizzly lizard incorrigibly stuck to the middle of the ceiling,

Some presumed that I was staring at the pages of the literary textbook; while some felt that I was trying to peevishly count the number of hair on my silken scalp,

Some presumed that I was staring into the bathroom mirror for hours immemorial; while some felt that I followed every movement of the sordid cockroach on
the sparkling white floor,

Some presumed that I was staring unforgivingly at the hideous monster; while some felt that I was in the midst of blissfully mesmerizing fantasy; voraciously rolling
my eyeballs from side to side,

Some presumed that I was staring at the festoon of crimson roses sprouting in voluptuous tandem from the soil; while some felt that I was violently searching
for my loved ones in brilliant daylight,

Some presumed that I was staring innocuously at the judge seated on the cradle of irrefutable justice; while some felt that I looked towards the floor in cowardly guilty submission,

Some presumed that I was staring at my watch adroitly wound across my wrist; while some felt that I looked wistfully at the clouds; anticipating thunderbolts of tantalizing rain,

Some presumed that I was staring at the statue of my God placed dead straight; while some felt that I was haphazardly searching for my way on the crowded and bustling lane,

Some presumed that I was staring at her celestially romantic doorstep; while some felt that I was gazing at the old mans forehead,

Some presumed that I was staring at the opalescent fountains fulminating at astronomical heights in the serene atmosphere; while some felt that I nodded every
now and then at my vaguely obscure shadow on the ground,

And although I might be squint eyed; I was still better than most of you would ever think; as I possessed this inherently uncanny ability to completely fool whomsoever I desired; whenever I wanted; which you miserably failed to imbibe the slightest; even though you had two pairs of perfect eyes; during the course of your entire lifetime.

Artists die; their art never dies,
Trees die; their wind never dies,
Music dies; its tunes never die,
Birds die; its flight never dies,
Roses die; their scent never dies,
Ocean die; their tanginess never dies,
Eyes die; their empathy never dies,
Fires die; their passion never dies,
Forests die; their mysticism never dies,
Clouds die; their enchantment never dies,
Moonlight dies; its resplendence never dies,
Peacocks die; their dance never dies,
Kings die; their royalty never dies,
Time dies; its essence never dies,
Moments die; their memories never die,
Light dies; its horizons never die,
Sportsmen die; their euphoria never dies,
Humanitarians die; their philanthropism never dies,
Lips die; their smiles never die,
Kisses die; their intensity never dies,
Soldiers die; their bravery never dies,
Courtesans die; their seduction never dies,
Ink dies; its literature never dies,
Idols die; their morals never die,
Eagles die; their majesty never dies,
Caresses die; their compassion never dies,
Echoes die; their enigma never dies,
Footsteps die; their path never dies,
Saints die; their blessings never die,
Storms die; their flamboyance never dies,
Cuckoos die; their dawn never dies,
Embraces die; their warmth never dies,
Beehives die; their sweetness never dies,
Shadows die; their incantation never dies,
Lightening dies; its exhilaration never dies,
Beauty dies; its fragrance never dies,
Pioneers die; their conviction never dies,
Conjurers die; their magic never dies,
Philosophers die; their ideals never die,
Waterfalls die; their exuberance never dies,
Fantasises die; their excitement never dies,
Exemplaries die; their reflection never dies,
Explorers die; their expedition never dies,
Clocks die; their time never dies,
Muscles die; their ardour never dies,
Desires die; their fascination never dies,
Relationships die; their intimacy never dies,
Fairies die; their innocence never dies,
Crops die; their soil never dies,
Deeds die; their virtue never dies,
Styles die; their grace never dies,
Castles die; their grandiloquence never dies,
Mothers die; their tenderness never dies,
Civilizations die; their rudiments never die,
Religion dies; its equality never dies,
Palms die; their destiny never dies,
Blood dies; its poignancy never dies,
Revolution dies; its belligerence never dies,
Winks die; their flirtation never dies,
Food dies; its taste never dies,
Flesh dies; its character never dies,
Brain dies; its ideas never die,
Squirrel dies; its vivaciousness never dies,
Perspiration dies; its perseverance never dies,
Fingers die; their signature never dies,
Language dies; its expression never dies,
Exhibitions die; their masterpieces never die,
Exemplifications die; their experiences never die,
Gladiators die; their brazenness never dies,
Glaciers die; their rejuvenation never dies,
Color dies; its vibrancy never dies,
Poet dies; his poetry never dies,
Messiahs die; their truth never dies,
Panthers die; their growl never dies,
Awards die; their triumph never dies,
Nightingale dies; its melody never dies,
Fabric dies; its shelter never dies,
Horse dies; its gallop never dies,
Caves die; their voluptuousness never dies,
Designs die; their harmony never dies,
Comrades die; their friendship never dies,
Whistles die; their ebullience never dies,
Events die; their activity never dies,
Species die; their impressions never die,
Night dies; its captivation never dies,
Mission dies; its optimism never dies,
Solitude dies; its contentment never dies,
Dolphins die; their animation never dies,
Spiders die; their webs never die,
Youth dies; its exultation never dies,
Entrepreneurs die; their vision never dies,
Renaissance dies; its freedom never dies,
Lovers die; their love never dies,
Heart dies; its beats never die,
Body dies; its benevolence never dies,
Breath dies; its omnipotence never dies,
And life dies; but its spirit never dies.

Thickened bulges of curved black tarmac,
painted with stripes of brilliant silver white,
right angled patches of dull yellow,
riveted firmly to loose base of mud ground,
bulging handsomely a few inches above the rock bottom base,
blended with coats of sand and dust in the summer day,
smeared partially with slimy drops of car oil,
kissed hard by bulky tyre tread trespassing,
found virtually on every open street of the city,
and mammoth empty patches of the national highway,
an obnoxious hazard prompting reduction of electric speed,
repetitive squealing of brakes in close vicinity of its periphery,
few meters of air-borne journeys after a head-on confrontation,
existing in variable sizes of ultra large, medium and baby stretch of wax mould,
getting a few hours of disturbed sleep after the clock hour strikes midnight,
i the speed breaker warn you of the following,

never drive at nerve wrecking speed,
compress lever bars of the dipper while overtaking at night,
transform all groans into smiles while on the driving wheel,
don’t gallop at fast speed when the alcohol meter overflows in your body,
give the underprivileged pedestrians on foot faint chances to cross the road,
and last of all bear this in top shelves of your mind forever,
slacken wheel speed to zero as and when you approach a speed breaker.

As long as there was a relentless urge to drink the most enthrallingly ecstatic elixir’s of this fathomless planet; marvelously satiate the infuriatingly irascible sensations in the miserably parched throat,

As long as there was an ardent urge to intrepidly adventure through the mystically redolent fields of enchanting life; be mesmerized by the ebulliently passing winds to the most unprecedented limits,

As long as there was an unflinching urge to zip through fathomless bits of crystal blue space; feel tirelessly mollified by the sensations of enthralling newness timelessly wandering in the celestial atmosphere,

As long as there was an insatiable urge to get voraciously tickled in the ribs; by bountifully tantalizing seductresses; triggering a whirlpool of unsurpassable desire all throughout the fabric of the everlasting night,

There was a desire to exhilaratingly breathe; there was a desire to exist till times beyond infinite infinity; O! Yes there was spectacularly majestic life.

1.

As long as there was an unprecedented urge to sight the limitlessly panoramic beauty of this perennially bestowing planet; replenish even the most infinitesimal of your beleaguered senses with its unbelievably stupendous splendor,

As long as there was an unparalleled urge to benevolently share; royally assimilate all goodness on this timelessly Samaritan planet,

As long as there was an irrevocable urge to tirelessly procreate; magnificently proliferate God’s most sacrosanct chapter of creation and effulgent newness;
till the very last veritable breath that you exhaled,

As long as there was an incorrigible urge to artistically evolve; intermingle even the most inconspicuous speck of your countenance; with the winds of magically bestowing poetry,

There was a desire to fantastically breathe; there was a desire to exist in astounding synergy with the belly of nature divine; O! Yes there was perpetually insuperable life.

2.

As long as there was an intransigent urge to mischievously cavort through rain soaked mud; soar surreally through the mellifluously robust cocoon of silken clouds,

As long as there was an immutable urge to drown into the aisles of endless sensuality; let the boundless oceans of connubial bliss wholesomely transcend over your every priceless minute,

As long as there was an irretrievable urge to diffuse convivial laughter; philanthropically ameliorate sadistically whiplashed living kind; towards an
optimistically brilliant tomorrow,

As long as there was an infallible urge to handsomely replenish the wildly reverberating pangs of hunger in your stomach; with the miraculously healing
fruits of robust nature,

There was a desire to charismatically breathe; there was a desire to exist perennially bonded with your eternal beloved; O! Yes there was unconquerably emollient life.

3.

As long as there was an inexorable urge to unveil your eyes to the rainbows of vivaciously burgeoning righteousness; forever quell diabolically insidious crime with the waves of ubiquitous peace and synergistic humanity,

As long as there was an irrefutable urge to clasp hand in hand and walk fearlessly forward; stand peerlessly tall to defend the cause of blazingly patriotic truth,

As long as there was an unending urge to embellish the body like a newly-wedded bride; live and let live like an unshakable prince; even though were about to abjure
from every kingly pleasure of survival,

As long as there was an intractable urge to earn your very own livelihood; royally fend for your own body and bone; without being a salaciously decrepit parasite on lame orphanages and kin,

There was a desire to unchallangably breathe; there was a desire to exist forever huddled as a child in the impregnable lap of your heavenly mother; O! Yes there
was pristinely magical life.

You could take away all my fingers; mercilessly feeding them to the unfathomable horde of satanic wolves; immediately after,
But I would still pray to you cupping my blissfully pudgy palms; unrelentingly admiring the astounding versatility of your enamoring creation; O! Almighty
Lord.

You could take away all my toes; barbarically evaporating them into the aisles of worthless nothingness,
But I would still pray to you standing on the heel of my rudimentary feet; intransigently saluting the celestially panoramic silhouette of your insurmountably colossal Universe; O! Almighty Lord.

You could take away both my pairs of lips; disastrously penalizing their poignant pink; with infinitesimal chunks of sordid mud,
But I would still pray to you tenaciously mumbling with my rustically indigenous jaws; staring in profound adulation of your poignantly vivacious timelessness; O! Almighty Lord.

You could take away every ingredient of my scarlet blood; sprinkling the same in torrential spurts over; nonchalantly lackadaisical globules of acrimoniously
sweltering; desert soil,
But I would still pray to you superbly synchronizing my profusely impoverished caricature; incessantly stopping down in due humility of your unconquerably Omnipotent power; O! Almighty Lord.

You could take away all my voice; abominably blending each euphorically mesmerizing sound of mine; into the valley of despicably slandering nothingness,
But I would still pray to you; unflinchingly meditating in my mind; marvelously kissing every rhapsodically ebullient element of your priceless creation; O! Almighty Lord.

You could take away both my shoulders; wholesomely squelching them to inconspicuous sawdust; before hurling them towards the famished fleet
of; menacingly growling crocodiles,
But I would still pray to you; dexterously bending my feet in due obeisance of your; resplendently everlasting aura which united all mankind; O! Almighty Lord.

You could take away both my eyes; gruesomely divesting me of even the most inconspicuously ethereal shade of light; for the remainder of my long life,
But I would still pray to you; perceiving the mantra of holistic existence humbly in the corridors of my tiny brain; altruistically praising your Omniscient radiance to one and all on this fathomless planet; O! Almighty Lord.
You could take away every iota of my breath; satanically thrusting me to boundless kilometers beneath my despondently ghastly corpse,
But I would still pray to you; scrupulously reminiscing all my fantastically exuberant moments on mother earth; supremely idolizing your Omnipresent grace as the sole panacea to harmoniously survive; O! Almighty Lord.

And you could take away whatever you wanted from this penuriously grotesque caricature of mine; metamorphosing me entirely into the exact color of dust that you wanted; O! Almighty Lord; but I humbly request you to spare my passionately palpitating heart,

As in its center existed the perennially vibrant melody of my immortal Beloved; whose invincible fragrance imparted me the fortitude to confront even a countless deaths in this single birth of mine; and for whose divinely form; I could relinquish this very moment; a countless more lifetimes.

High pitched blaring sound of rock music,
silent gurgling rhyme of partially frozen water.

agonizing screams of deceased for help,
sardonic laughter of affluent sipping grape vine.

rubbing flint stone, produces fiery sound of malevolence,
evacuated gas from earth core, diffusing into clouds of noxious smoke.
crisp noises emanate as shoe soles crush dry leaf,
excreted spit falls with soft thud, kissing the ground.

blooming flowers sway, whistle with the air,
throat chords flex, on savage consumption of bone meal.

pungent voices echo, when lead match brushes sandpaper corrugations,
scorched earth erupts in raptures on intimate contact with drizzling water.

mega gas balloons burst with a bang, on mere caress by pin,
traffic comes to a standstill at instants of security barking stop.

teeth chatter wildly when hit by chilly draughts of breeze,
exuberant voices greet the onset of tropical monsoon.

white flamingo’s sing in rustic breeze of autumn,
sedate sounds float, from dying embers of crackling firewood.

i cry with tenacity, wail in hysteria towards the sky,
pray fervently, to bestow all existing with the sound of omnipresent
happiness

I inadvertently broke sparkling glass panes; while playing cricket,
blurted a pathetic sorry to the outrageous occupants,
before they could take evasive action of slapping me on my face.

i tickled my little brother with curled strokes of pigeon feather,
said an innocent sorry when he was on the verge of erupting into a volley of abuse.

i woke my mother from tranquil realms of midnight sleep,
demanding ravishing items to devour as a feast,
uttered a condoling sorry; when she was on the pinnacle of gaining complete consciousness.

i gulped nightmarish amounts of scotch whisky,
swung my body like a person strangulated by uninhibited emotion,
whispered a down to earth sorry when the cops caught me red-handed.

i brusquely collided head on with the milkman carrying pails of fresh cream,
toppling them on the ground; with rivulets of milk radiating all over,
said iterative numbers of sorry; thoroughly condemning my irate act.

i sketched egg shaped cartoons of my balding math’s teacher,
pasting the graffiti on the walls for all to relish,
blurted a timidly echoing sorry; when he raised the cane to whip my satiny flesh.

i fought like wild cats with my beloved in the day,
causing incorrigible agony to her throbbing heart,
kissed her forehead; saying a sorry which came from deep within my conscience,
to see her smiling with the same intensity with which she first wept.

Somewhere in the boundless stacks of golden hay; there lies incorporated an intricately pointed needle,

Somewhere in the sprawling fields of wild creepers; there exists the poignantly scented rose,

Somewhere in the enormous barrels of lethal poison; there lies impregnated; frugal pinches of profoundly sweet honey,

Somewhere in the arid land of the colossal desert; there lies a shimmering pool of slippery oasis,

Somewhere in the ominous castle with dilapidated interiors; there lives the mesmerizing and celestial fairy,

Somewhere in bland chunks of food; there lies embedded parsimonious fillings of piquant salt,

Somewhere in the vast expanse of black charcoal board; there lies embodied conspicuous lines of white chalk,

Somewhere in the midst of the mammoth ocean; there exists the preposterously huge whale,

Somewhere in the conglomerate of disdainfully dusty stones; there lies encapsulated the lustrous white pearl,

Somewhere in the field of hideously snaring reptiles; there exists an fur skinned innocuous rabbit,

Somewhere in the assemblage of utensils producing a discordantly clanging noise; there exists a perpetually silent pigeon feather,

Somewhere in the disheveled heap of blotted cloth; there lies a garment of impeccable and glistening silk,

Somewhere in the mangles debris of blistering lava; there exists a ravishingly cool spring of crystalline water,

Somewhere amidst the ensemble of dead bodies incarcerated in stone coffins; there exists sporadic incidences of fresh life,
Somewhere in the midst of bedraggled urchins incessantly begging for alms; there lives a jeweled prince,

Somewhere in the smoldering ashes of crackling fire; there exists the newly born child,

Somewhere in the thick of intense corruption; abysmal incidences of unsurpassable lechery; there exists a solitarily honest man,

Somewhere in gruesome darkness for a million kilometers in the jungle; there exists a minuscule beam of stringent light,

Somewhere amidst a consortium of satanic devils trying to destroy the earth; there exists the omniscient creator,

And somewhere in this mundane world; with blood sucking individuals inhabiting every nook and cranny; there exists an unbiased girl who can love me like no one else ever did; making me feel every unfurling minute that I was alive.