Love Versus Terrorism – Poems on Anti Terror , Peace , Love , Brotherhood – Part 2

Love Versus Terrorism – Part 2 – Poems on Anti Terror , Peace , Love ,
Brotherhood
By
Nikhil Parekh
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[ Note - Currently I seek a traditional publisher for the publication of my above mentioned Book ,
in the Print form . Published here ; is this Poetry Collection of mine in its entirety ,
alongwith the differently titled Poems contained in the Book . As of the present
moment ; 47 of my Books are available for purchase in the eBook format from
Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh . My
syle of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or
experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal , though my Poetry / literature is
normal and natural . GOD’S grace on me . i am nothing infront of GOD . i am
nothing infront of GOD’S holy messengers . So any victorious publisher who may
want to publish my Poetry in Paperback without Financial Expenditure to me , can
directly communicate with me at the address , nikhilparekh99@gmail.com or
indianpoetnikhilparekh@gmail.com ] . I am Nikhil Parekh , ( born 27 August ,
1977 ) , poet and author from Ahmedabad , India . I am also a 10 - Time National
Record holder for my Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India ,
limcabookofrecords.in - which is India’s Best Book of Records , Ranked 2nd in the
World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . You can visit me at -
nikhilparekh.org ; to browse my Poetry on GOD , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism ,
Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children ,
Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers ,
Brotherhood - at this website you can also browse my varied Books , my awards and
my National records in Poetry .
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Author Biography
Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 , 1977 ) , from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time
National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India -
limcabookofrecords.in , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World
officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by
a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon
Kindle .
The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or
experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and
natural .
10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for –
( 1 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme
which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem , Come Lets Embrace
our New Religion
( 2 ) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of
Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada
( 3 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on
AIDS which is - Aids doesn't kill . Your Attitude kills .
( 4 ) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best Poetry EBook
( 5 ) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World
Leaders and World Organizations .
( 6 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty
for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org .
( 7 ) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The
World's largest video sharing website .
( 8 ) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - Love versus Terrorism- Poems
on Anti Terror, Peace , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest
website for reading books on mobile phones .
( 9 ) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed
at the official website of the Government of South Africa .
(10) "Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which
is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling
in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ".
The Indian Poet has written thousands of poems on - GOD, Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism ,
Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood ,
Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and
Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet .
Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The
Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love
Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume
1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) ,
Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000
pages of his Poetry .
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The Poet’s Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders including the Queen of
England . Visit Nikhil Parekh at – nikhilparekh.org .
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About The Poetry Book
This Book which has 69 differently titled Poems is actually Part 2 of the Book titled – Love
Versus Terrorism ( 409 pages ) . In a planet usurped today by graveyards of terrorism, this
poetic collection imparts enlightenment, optimism, courage and an eternal desire to breathe
free . GOD’S sacred earth isn't the way it used to be when it was created, thanks to greed of
man which has indiscriminately torn apart every creed, color and definition of time for the 5
alphabets called 'MONEY'. The devil has spread terror in the name of religion, in the name
of God, most abusively, without the slightest remorse. This book brilliantly equates 'Love'
and 'terrorism' at every step and goes on to timelessly prove that no matter how ghastily
terrorism perpetuates into the atmosphere, immortal love perennially triumphs over one and
all on the earth. A startling collection of anti terror poems in an hour when the world wants
them more than anything else, Parekh's words act as a harbinger of peace to infinite masses
agonizingly estranged in brutal violence and bloodshed. A must read for every patron of
global peace out there !
An Introduction to The Book
Love Versus Terrorism unconquerably depicts at each stage that no matter how
wretched the wrath of terrorism has penetrated into the planet today-Love forever
emerges victorious. Because God has created it as the most Omnipotent panacea for one
and all humanity and the living kind. As long as the earth exists, the devil would continue
to exist in various forms and shapes-trying his best to insidiously harm living kind. But
the power of truth, love, compassion would not only conquer it in all respects, but would
continue to bond the entire planet in threads of everlasting humanity. So that the best
religion that pervades over one and all is the 'Religion of Humanity'. This book is an
unflinching salute to the chapters of love, peace and brotherhood-which are the most
efficacious panacea to conquer dastardly terrorism.
CONTENTS
1. THE RELIGION OF MANKIND
2. THE RELIGION OF HUMANITY
3. WHAT’S MOST IMPORTANT AND QUINTESSENTIAL
4. MAN COMES WITHOUT ANYTHING. LIVES WITHOUT ANYTHING.
DIES WITHOUT ANYTHING.
5. SUPREMELY IMMORTAL
6. HOW ABOUT IMMORTAL LOVE ?
7. DON’T KILL. BUT FOREVER CONQUER.
8. BE CAPTURED.
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9. CRY
10. ULTIMATE UTOPIA
11. TRUTH AND THE DEVIL
12. WHEN THE HEART WASN’T THROBBING
13. GOD MADE ME – POEM 2
14. IMMORTALLY UNITED MANKIND
15. WHAT’S LOVE ALL ABOUT ?
16. IMPREGNABLE HUMANITY
17. THE SOUND OF THE HEART
18. JUST A MINUTE TO DESTRUCTION
19. ALL A PERSON COULD TAKE BENEATH HIS GRAVE
20. I WHOLESOMELY BELONGED.
21. AS LONG AS I HAD PRICELESS HOPE
22. COME LET’S WHOLEHEARTEDLY ALLOW
23. AS LONG AS
24. WHAT PURPOSE DID LIFE HAVE TO EXIST ?
25. THE TREE OF IMMORTAL HUMANITY
26. THE SKY OF IMMORTAL LOVE
27. LIFE, LOVE AND HUMANITY
28. RELIGION OF HUMANITY-II
29. UNITED HUMAN KIND
30. HUMAN
31. TRIBUTARIES OF LOVE
32. JUST UNITE
33. EXISTING AS ONE
33. EXISTING AS ONE
34. BLESS ME WITH POETRY.
35. STRINGS OF BENIGN HUMANITY
36. I LIVE TO LOVE
37. I LOVED YOU SOLELY FOR
38. STATE OF THE ART
39. THE BEST
40. DON’T CEASE
41. THE TRUE CHALLENGE
42. JUST 4 ALPHABETS
43. A TRUE MAN
44. EXISTENCE
45. THROUGH THE PAGES OF MY HEART
46. JUST ONE OF THEM
47. ONCE AGAIN TOMORROW
48. SEASON OF LOVE
49. IRREFUTABLY MURDEROUS
50. THROUGH THE TUNNELS OF
51. WHEN MY HEART FELT HEAVY
52. TAKING THE PLUNGE
53. BLESSED OR NOT BLESSED
54. UNCONQUERABLE
55. THE ONLY SOUNDS !
56. AND YOU HUMAN BEING
57. EVERY OF THOSE MOMENTS
58. CAN ONLY BE REALIZED
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59. ETERNAL CREATION
60. THERE AND THEN ITSELF
61. LIVE EACH MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE
62. I SALUTE THOSE
63. PLEASE SAVE THE PLANET
64. FRAGMENTS OF LOVE
65. MOB !
66. HOME & PARADISE
67. REWRITING HISTORY WITH POEMS OF IMMORTAL LOVE
68. IMMORTALLY SPLASHED
69. YOUR BEST COMPANY, IS YOU YOURSELF
1. THE RELIGION OF MANKIND
The most tenacious of threads protruding from the scalp ludicrously dithered and
deteriorated; with advancing age that insidiously camouflaged them with coffins of
dilapidated white,
But the threads of humanity were immortally timeless; unassailably augmenting from
strength to strength; swirling as the most scintillating wave of benign togetherness; as
each second crept by.
The most stupendously grandiloquent of fortresses succumbed like a pack of capriciously
elastic cards; as bombs of treachery rained torrentially from the sky,
But the fortress of humanity was immortally impregnable; unflinchingly defending the
entire tornado of devils bare-chested; with each of its brick entwined in the melodiously
magical color of; philanthropic mankind.
The most vivacious of fruits extruding marvelously from ravishing soil; acrimoniously
extinguished into winds of obsoletely horrendous oblivion; at the very first spell of
salacious drought,
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But the fruits of humanity were immortally bountiful; perennially flowering and
spawning into a civilization of miraculously bequeathing symbiosis; even as the most
fathomless of horizons; blended with impoverished earth.
The most scintillating of swords inexplicably lost their way; as the blanket of gruesome
darkness took an ominous stranglehold over the brilliantly aristocratic day,
But the sword of humanity was immortally patriotic; indefatigably decimating even the
most infinitesimal trace of evil forever from the morbidly remorseful atmosphere;
compassionately sequestering all innocent in its humanitarian island of; ubiquitous
belonging.
The most boundless of gloriously undulating oceans vindictively dried; as manipulative
humans devised perniciously abominable contraptions to adulterate them all night and
sweltering day,
But the ocean of humanity was immortally resplendent; perpetually pacifying the thirst of
all those in barbaric devastation; Omnisciently appeasing even the most remotely frazzled
nerve; with the tonic of unconquerable righteousness.
The most sagaciously sacrosanct of religion on this planet found itself engulfed by
dungeons of horrific bloodshed; as uncouthly rudimentary fanatics; diabolically
massacred it with a graveyard of stinking politics and gory corruption,
But the religion of humanity was immortally unshakeable; enchantingly
melanging every humble molecule of Almighty Lord; in entrenchments of
unsurpassable solidarity;
and alike.
The most dazzlingly dynamic of colors wore away into sinister whirlpools of dust; as the
blistering Sun insatiably flamed for times immemorial upon; the murderously cracked
soil,
But the color of humanity was immortally celestial; growing more and more astoundingly
passionate as the seconds rampantly zipped by; merging all religion; caste; and spurious
color; into the divine river of; unitedly priceless and Godly existence.
The most vibrantly thunderous of voices shrunk to a pathetically mollified
mellow; as tyrannically torturous fireballs of lightening; pelted
unforgivingly from the
colossal firmament of sky,
But the voice of humanity was immortally blazing; perpetuating countless rays of spell
binding hope in all those dwellings besieged with orphaned loneliness and infirmed
destitute; eventually evolving as the most irrefutably supreme sound; of all mankind.
The most flamboyantly fiery of breaths mockingly evaporated into devilishly hideous
spaces of the ghastly corpse; when destiny and the cloudbursts of death whippingly
proclaimed; that it was time up,
But the breath of humanity was immortally living; incredulously proliferating infinite new
lives of optimistically endowing hope as the minutes unfurled; unrelentingly pioneering a
blissful waterfall of mesmerizing tomorrow’s; with winds of sensuous sharing and
empathy.
And the most tumultuously throbbing hearts wholesomely relinquished every iota of
their beats; as the streams of blood intractably refrained to enter them; due to crippling
cholesterol and truculent tension,
But the heart of humanity was immortally loving; eternally entwining every
dejectedly wavering soul in an unfathomable cosmos of exuberantly ecstatic
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beauty and contentment; making every innocuous organism on this Universe
feel as the richest alive; and forever embracing the religion of mankind.
2. THE RELIGION OF HUMANITY
There was a man named john who was born a Christian; went to the sacrosanct Church
from the very first day of his life,
Scrupulously read through every page of the bible; even keeping the same beneath his
pillow when he transited into a slumber,
Embellished his neck with a chrome tipped cross; the holy silhouette of Jesus embedded
to perfection,
Although the blood that flowed through his veins was crimson red like his counterpart
mates; and the tones of air that he expunged from his nose when he respired was no
different than any human inhabiting the globe.
There was a man named Rahim who was born an Arab; diligently visited the shimmering
Mosque every Friday,
Refrained to close his eyes at night without sedulously reciting his prayers; chanting the
name of his god umpteenth times in a single day,
Browsed through intricate lines of the Quran-e-Sharif with nonchalant ease; keeping a
photo of his god safely incarcerated in his wallet,
Although the color of his lips was same as that of his siblings in America; and the sweat
that dribbled down his nape was no different than any human residing on this earth.
There was a man named Tai chi who was born a Chinese; spoke profoundly in a pure
native dialect,
Fervently worshipped all the oriental Gods; a plethora of Sacerdotal symbols embossed
on colossal and gray stone walls,
Was wholesomely oblivious to anything in the market except an ensemble of authentic
sea food; incessantly danced to stridently rustic folk tunes,
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Although the texture of his pudgy lips was as soft as his friends in the United Kingdom;
and the whites of his eye was no different than any human transgressing through
the world.
There was a man named Ram who was born an Indian; commenced each of his morning
clambering steps of the divine temple,
Could narrate marathon passages from the Bhagwad Gita like the back of his palm;
keeping it perennially wound to his chest,
Conversed in eloquent Hindi; profusely remembering his god before undertaking any
activity in his life,
Although there was an insatiable urge to expurgate his bowels like his fellow beings in
the Antarctica; and the conglomerate of bones in his body was no different than any
human traversing on the soil of this boundless land.
Why was it that these men had common characteristics; despite of them believing in
different gods,
Despite of them residing in varied countries; unfathomable kilometers of distance
separating them,
Barricades of language bifurcating them; colors of the skin indiscriminately
discriminating them,
Well the answer to this is as simple as the wail of a newly born child; for all of them were
perpetually bound by the religion of humanity.
3. WHAT’S MOST IMPORTANT AND QUINTESSENTIAL
It really doesn’t matter even an infinitesimal trifle; whether you started to write from the
extreme last page of the notebook; or penned the first alphabet; from the barren first,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that every word you wrote fostered the
spirit of oneness and brotherhood; amongst every echelon of humanity and living kind;
and for times immemorial.
It really doesn’t matter even an insouciant trifle; whether you shake hands with your
compatriots; using your left hand or irrefutably solid right,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that every handshake of yours is
altruistically compassionate; brings you more closer and closer with the spirit of
immortally unassailable humanity.
It really doesn’t matter even an inconspicuous trifle; whether you converse in your
rustically bohemian native language or use Internationally aristocratic English; to convey
your uninhibited flurry of thoughts,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that every word that you seamlessly utter;
forever mollifies indiscriminately prejudiced war; and mélanges the entire Universe with
the ocean of invincibly unfettered peace.
It really doesn’t matter even an ethereal trifle; whether you sleep in the voluptuous night;
or unabashedly snore every minute of the blazingly hot day,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you sleep; you do it solely to
recharge every element of your body; to indefatigably fight against even the tiniest
insinuation of evil; during the hours you were holistically awake.
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It really doesn’t matter even an evanescent trifle; whether you timelessly work in the
plush interiors of the plush corporate office; or build tent and write poetry; inexorably
staring at the Sun and iridescent Moon; out of boundless kilometers of empty space,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you holistically earn your
livelihood; you use it to the most unprecedented limits; to exist as the most royal person
alive and at the same time afford the same royalty to your fellow comrades in
inexplicable agony and pain.
It really doesn’t matter even a threadbare trifle; whether you alighted your left foot
forward; or commenced each exhilarating expedition of yours with your right sole
insuperably embedded in chocolate brown soil,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you dared tread on effulgent
earth; each footstep of yours unflinchingly marched forward only towards the sky of
inimitably priceless truth; honesty; humanity and righteousness.
It really doesn’t matter even a hapless trifle; whether you pray with devoutly folded
palms; or raised all your fingers in synchronized chorus towards resplendently
gargantuan bits of sky,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you pray; you earnestly ask
for the celestial amelioration of living kind as well as yourself; from the innermost
recesses of your amiable heart.
It really doesn’t matter even a deteriorating trifle; whether you ate innocent blades of
vivaciously whispering grass; or replenished the disastrously emaciated walls of your
intestine with chicken; to mollify your hunger and inevitably survive,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that everytime you eat; eat no further after
your hunger subsides; and use every ingredient of fresh blood formed in your body; for
the benevolently priceless service of torturously squelched humanity.
It really doesn’t matter even a transient trifle; whether you married the girl of your own
religion; or chose to tie the nuptial thread with an orphaned urchin residing; fathomless
continents; languages; traditions; and religions apart,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that whosoever you chose to marry; try and
inundate that person’s life with unsurpassable happiness; and spawn
a new civilization of fresh life; perennially amalgamating every bit of your virility with
hers.
It really doesn’t matter even a fugitive trifle; whether you were buried an infinite feet
after death; or whether your body was burnt to parsimoniously obsolete and
disappearing ash,
What’s most important and quintessential; is that till the time you inhaled your last
breath; you fruitfully and by the grace of Omnipotent God; spent every instant of your
life; disseminating the message of eternal peace; and wholeheartedly embracing every
form of panoramically divine life.
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4. MAN COMES WITHOUT ANYTHING. LIVES WITHOUT ANYTHING.
DIES WITHOUT ANYTHING.
Bizarre loneliness when I was writing; after all who'd sit beside an eccentrically fanatic
brain; try and decipher the infinite wild fantasies that engulfed each ounce of his soul
till times beyond eternity,
Wretched loneliness when I was eating; after all who'd relish the prospect of waiting till
forgetfully odd hours of the day and night; to see me devour gigantic chunks of food at a
time; with my unkempt bohemian hands,
Crippling loneliness when I was driving; after all who had the zeal to wade through a
boundless kilometers on the trot on plain roads; transported to another world of divine
sublimity—with the congruent and incongruent beats of full volume music,
Insane loneliness when I was on bed; after all who'd want to stay wide awake like the
ghoulish owl all night; and then snore like a dead man as the Sun unrelentingly blazed
and burnt all arid day,
Vindictive loneliness when I was in a formal party; after all who'd want to stand with an
emotional fool who spoke like a new born baby with his heart; shrugging deep into his
shell amidst the tiniest manipulative subtleties of the tongue,
Forlorn loneliness when I was walking; after all who'd want to amble with a person who
kept unabashedly gazing at the sky—divulging his innermost secrets with it; rather than
trust the frivolously prejudiced human race,
Abject loneliness when I was angry; after all who'd want to be beside an individual who
was insanely ready to quit his life that very moment; for protecting even the tiniest leaf of
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the tree which the society outside massacred on various religious pretexts,
Egregious loneliness when I was victorious; after all who'd want to be a part of ones
ecstatically unabashed celebrations; which saw one cuddle just like an inconsolably
crying newborn child; into the lap stretched from the idol of the Creator Divine,
Disastrous loneliness when I faltered and floundered; after all who'd want to be a part of
a reclusively dogmatic losing camp; in this world where each second unfurling was
defined as quick money,
Despairing loneliness when I bonded into matrimony; after all who'd accept an esoteric
recluse lost in an entrenchment of enigma 24 X 7; when there were so many societal
formalities to be relished & fulfilled,
Sadistic loneliness when I ventured to earn; after all who'd pat the back of an employee
who made the entire organization bankrupt in a single instant; donating every bit of
wealth towards philanthropy and all ailing living kind,
Inexplicable loneliness when I chatted with my kin; after all who'd want their sibling to
be writing poetry sitting at home all the time; when the society outside was minting
millions with every stroke of technology,
Brutal loneliness when I visited the doctor; after all who'd associate with an epitome of
fanatic sensitivity; wherein the world stood wholesomely ready to be clinically cured &
executed,
Jinxed loneliness when I tried to save mother nature; after who'd want to make me a
friend and thus relinquish cutting those freshly born branches of the tree; which were
infact an ungainly nuisance to their otherwise crystal clear vision,
Debilitating loneliness when I visited the Temple; Mosque; Church or Monastery; after
all who'd like to befriend someone who trespassed beyond his own religion; visualizing
only a singleton form of the Lord in each holy place of bountiful worship,
Insidious loneliness when I converted into humanity; after all who'd like to chat with
someone who'd chosen a religion which simply wasn't defined in the infinite pages of
what their ancestors and society had to say,
Satanic loneliness when I adopted a child; after all who'd want to mingle their potently
masculine or feminine shadows; with a man whom they thought had adopted; only for he
was too weak to procreate his very own blood,
Diabolical loneliness when I died; after all who'd want to associate even in the most
remotest possible way with the lifeless; in their so alled triumphant terminologies and
successful management mantras of ife,
And though all my life I refused to believe this; but how true was it when God said; that
man comes on this earth without anything; continues to symbiotically exist without
anything; and eventually goes under the soil; again without anything.
After all who are we to challenge his Omnipotent principles of existence?
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5. SUPREMELY IMMORTAL
The scarlet rose was mortal; but its alluring essence that lingered for centuries
unprecedented in the dreary atmosphere; was supremely immortal,
The blue crested nightingale was mortal; but its enchanting sound diffusing rhapsodic
melody in every corner of the fathomless Universe; was supremely immortal,
The dark dotted tiger was mortal; but its thunderously deafening roar that instilled a
wave of inexplicable terror in infants even before they were born; was supremely
immortal,
The consortium of ominously dark clouds was mortal; but the mesmerizing beauty and
flamboyant grace which they imparted to the firmament of azure sky; was supremely
immortal,
The marble shaped eye was mortal; but the marvelously magnificent picture of the world
which it provided to the impoverished persona; was supremely immortal,
The battalion of resplendent stars twinkling in the cosmos were mortal; but the tenacious
illumination which they conjured up every single night; was supremely immortal,
The feather tipped fountain pen was mortal; but the infinite lines of inspiration it had
embodied for the entire planet to enjoy and imbibe; was supremely immortal,
The innovative Scientist was mortal; but his ensemble of ingenious inventions which
metamorphosed the complexion of this world; were supremely immortal,
The contemporarily sleazy watch was mortal; but the time that ticked over; prevailed
profoundly ever since the very instant this earth was created; was supremely immortal,
The ardent philosopher was mortal; but his scores of unequivocally philanthropic ideals
casting a spell on tangible life for decades immemorial; were supremely immortal,
The furtively deceptive mirage was mortal; but the sprawling blanket of scorchingly
flaming desert sands; was supremely immortal,
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The incident which happened faster than the speed of white light was mortal; but the
piquant memories it left behind; besieging the mind in wholesome entirety; was
supremely immortal,
The festoon of diamonds was mortal; but the incorrigibly fervent glow that it radiated;
coining irrefutable benchmarks in fragile personalities; was supremely immortal,
The solitarily deserted monsoon pond was mortal; but the verdant vegetation it left
behind; which kept proliferating at amazing speeds into infinite more of its kind; was
supremely immortal,
The speed of thought was mortal; but the ecstatic whirlpool of exhilaration it
generated; was supremely immortal,
The compassionately amicable smile was mortal; but the feeling of good will which it
perpetuated worldwide; was supremely immortal,
The activity of mischievous flirtation was mortal; but the eternal love it blissfully
culminated into was; supremely immortal,
And the body was mortal; someday found itself inevitably beneath the morbid grave; but
the spirit of the perpetual soul it left behind; was supremely immortal
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6. HOW ABOUT IMMORTAL LOVE ?
For those of you who thought that there was no greater light on this Universe; than
the ferociously flaming light; of the blisteringly flamboyant; afternoon Sun,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater power on this Universe;
than the power of unfathomable treasuries of; majestically glittering gold and silver,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater color on this Universe; than
the astoundingly vivacious color; of the vividly shimmering rainbow,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater force on this Universe; than
the tumultuously incomprehensible force; of the brazenly intrepid tornado,
How about immortal love; whose Omnipotent aura miraculously healed the wounds
of all despicably shivering alike; whose essence of celestial equality; made even the
Greatest of God’s in the cosmos; salute it in for times immemorial ?
1.
For those you who thought that there was no greater height; than the unsurpassably
unconquerable height of the mountain; handsomely kissing the clouds,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater compassion; than the
overwhelmingly poignant compassion; of caring only for your near and dear,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater heat on this Universe; than
the insurmountably overpowering heat fulminating in your persona; to ecstatically
march towards the corridors of untamed triumph,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater beauty on this Universe;
than the ravishingly silken beauty of your nubile maiden; who danced to every
tune of your heart,
How about immortal love; whose Omnipresent fortress of mankind embraced all
those miserably orphaned in its poignant belly; whose fragrance of invincible truth
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made even the greatest of God’s in the cosmos; humbly bow to it for countless more
births yet to come ?
2.
For those of you who thought that there was no greater comfort on this Universe;
than the unprecedented winds of comfort; in the seductively tantalizing lap of your
Mercedes,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater voice on this Universe; than
the melodiously enchanting voice; of the everlasting nightingale,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater rejuvenation on this
Universe; than the rejuvenation imparted by the; voluptuously undulating and frosty
beach waves,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater softness on this Universe; than
the impeccable tufts of soft cotton; sprouting with puristic harmony in the fathomlessly
sprawling fields,
How about immortal love; whose impregnable blanket of perpetual solidarity united the
entire living race into the most formidable power alive; whose essence of timelessly
uninhibited sharing made even the greatest of God’s in the cosmos; worship it for
boundless more centuries yet to come ?
3.
For those of you who thought that there was no greater freedom on this Universe; than
wandering with free equanimity; at the crack of ethereal dawn; and even after the
advancing sinister midnight; rhapsodically alike,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater religion on this Universe; than
the irrefutably sacred religion which you intrinsically belonged to; the religion which you
uttered from your very first cry,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater smell on this Universe; than the
supremely stupendous and vibrantly ingratiating smell of the scarlet rose,
For those of you who thought that there was no greater knowledge on this Universe;
than the astronomically endless knowledge assimilated in unbelievable proportions;
within the dormitories of your tiny brain,
How about immortal love; whose Omniscient form brought a charismatic festoon of
magical smiles to even the most disastrously deadly of corpse; whose essence of
divinely yearning and righteousness; made even the greatest of God’s in the cosmos;
crown it as the most unconquerable blessing to lead vibrant life ?
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7. DON’T KILL. BUT FOREVER CONQUER.
Don’t mercilessly kill silence; neither get killed by its hopelessly asphyxiating swirl; but
forever conquer its worthlessly decrepit hell; with the symbiotically enthralling triumph
in your voice; instead,
Don’t cold-bloodedly kill lies; neither get killed by its maliciously venomous vacuum; but
forever conquer its diabolically abhorrent corpse; with the unfathomable gorge of truth
in your soul; instead,
Don’t heartlessly kill unemployment; neither get killed by its wantonly jilted shadow; but
forever conquer its cannibalistically wastrel decay; with the perennial enlightenment of
symbiotism in every ingredient of your blood; instead,
Don’t uncouthly kill perversion; neither get killed by its deliriously incoherent mortuaries;
but forever conquer its demonically sadistic impressions; with the pearls of innocence so
poignantly reflecting from the whites of your eyes; instead,
Don’t tyrannically kill racism; neither get killed by its hedonistically carnivorous coffins;
but forever conquer its barbarously unkempt idiosyncrasies; with the religion of priceless
humanity in every beat of your heart; instead,
Don’t viciously kill crime; neither get killed by its lethally capsizing graveyards; but
forever conquer its truculently unforgivable leash; with the impregnable lamp of truth
perpetually glowing in your conscience; instead,
Don’t vindictively kill spirits; neither get killed by their savagely acrimonious curse; but
forever conquer their nonexistently appalling spell of bad luck; with the flame of
righteously tireless perseverance in each of your footsteps; instead,
Don’t salaciously kill laziness; neither get killed by its uselessly indolent ingredients; but
forever conquer its treacherously lackadaisical gallows of stagnation; with the timelessly
majestic and golden globules of your honest sweat; instead,
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Don’t impetuously kill greed; neither get killed by its satanically maiming mortuaries; but
forever conquer its hideously amorphous dungeons of dismal decadence; with the rivers
of resplendently benign selflessness cascading through your veins; instead,
Don’t indiscriminately kill infidelity; neither get killed by its ghastily stabbing inundation;
but forever conquer its beguilingly distraught fangs; with the beats of Immortal Love;
compassionately palpitating in your heart; instead,
Don’t rebelliously kill poverty; neither get killed by its gruesomely emaciating
estrangements; but forever conquer its ruthlessly strangulating roots; with the unlimited
opulence of God’s creation; which was profoundly embodied in your veins; instead,
Don’t violently kill depression; neither get killed by its traumatically beheading pathways;
but forever conquer its maniacally wastrel gutters of emptiness; with the victoriously
congenital spirit of happiness in your soul; instead,
Don’t pugnaciously kill prostitution; neither get killed by its bawdily shriveled ghosts; but
forever conquer its sleazily sinful fabric of devastation; with your peerlessly unflinching
specter of faithfulness; instead,
Don’t savagely kill impotency; neither get killed by its ludicrously inane oblivion; but
forever conquer its baselessly dastardly existence; with the endlessly abundant seeds of
proliferation in your identity; instead,
Don’t brutally kill hatred; neither get killed by its ferociously slandering fumes; but
forever conquer its devilishly blasphemous tunnels of deterioration; with the spirit of
inimitably priceless unity reflecting from even the most infinitesimal of your shadow;
instead,
Don’t ominously kill terrorism; neither get killed by its disastrously rotten stench; but
forever conquer its indescribably despicable signature; with the waves of eternally
altruistic peace drifting from each pore of your persona; instead,
Don’t deplorably kill atheism; neither get killed by its heinously massacring bad-will; but
forever conquer its sacrilegiously tarnished ramification; with your everlasting faith in
Omnipotent God and truth; instead,
Don’t irately kill the devil; neither get killed by his perilously sinister desecration; but
forever conquer his coffins of sadistically tormenting lethality; with the blessedly
undefeated humanitarian spirit in you; instead,
And don’t vituperatively kill death; neither get killed by its hopelessly numbing daggers;
but forever conquer its lividly crucifying grip; with each unassailably brilliant breath
of your nostrils; instead.
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8. BE CAPTURED.
Float in the valleys of eternally ravishing desire; letting each miserably tyrannized
nerve of yours; being wholesomely consumed by the sensuously velvet blackness
that majestically ruled each inch,
Romance in the clouds of amiably handsome compassion; letting the mellifluously
silken puffs of ivory white; rekindle the chords of flirtatiously newborn mischief in
your soul,
Fantasize in the forests of unabashedly glorious enigma; letting the stupendously
virgin dew drops of mother nature; ignite the ultimate spark in your drearily
monotonous life,
Languish in the webs of inexplicably titillating creativity; uninhibitedly expressing
every ounce of lazy energy entrapped in your bones; to the most unprecedented
limits,
Bask in the sun of blazingly unfettered triumph; letting the rays of unflinching
optimism; royally enlighten every pore of your penuriously diminishing existence,
Adventure in the sea of indefatigably roaring exhilaration; letting the waves of
exultating freedom; liberate every incarcerated ingredient of your estranged blood,
Create in the cradle of innocuously untamed childhood; letting the unfathomably
swirling energy of fresh creation; metamorphose you once again into the spell-
binding aroma
of the wondrous birth,
Sleep in the belly of ubiquitously healing Mother Nature; blending even the most
latent pore of your skin; with the most ecstatically pristine rudiments of your heritage
and creation,
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Gallop in the fields of ardently bountiful festivity; gushing past at a speed greater
than that of turbulent wind; witnessing the melody of magical creation; ebulliently
spawn at every step,
Embrace in the heaven of egalitarian companionship; shrugging even the most
infinitesimal of your discrimination; to assimilate the oneness of God's creation in
each pulse of your existence,
Sing in the breeze of brazenly unstoppable evolution; letting the infallible rhapsody
in your sound; perpetuate a tingling newness; in an infinite more civilizations yet to
arrive,
Scintillate on the apogees of timelessly impregnable freedom; letting every
torturously enslaved ingredient of your countenance; perennially shimmer in the
undefeated playground of this effulgent Universe,
Dance in the night of unconquerably enthusing bewilderment; wholesomely letting your
gauntly impoverished bones; gyrate to the beats of the miraculously uniting Blackness,
Whisper in the wilderness of inscrutably untainted imagination; letting the fragrance of
your poignantly cascading breath; melange and become wholesomely one with the
vastness of the voluptuous atmosphere,
Flirt through the hillocks of vividly reverberating enthrallment; gleefully entwining your
palms with those of every nubile maiden alive; to happily march the walk of spectacular
life,
Procreate in the lap of tantalizingly timeless earth; planting the seeds of your
unsurpassably endowed virility; to let the chapter of life continue for an infinite
more births as alive,
Rationalize on the streets of quintessentially inevitable practicality; letting each deplorably
beleaguered and hackneyed sense of yours; get the real ferocious punch of life,
Breathe in the civilizations of candidly untamed openness; letting not even the most
invisible insinuation of manipulation or prejudice; set abhorrent fire to your soul,
And then eventually be captured in the unassailable entrenchment of perpetually
blessing love; to ensure that this Universe fervently palpitates now; and continues to
beautifully do so; forever and ever and ever
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9. CRY
If only my tears; could forever wash away the brutal disparities of mankind; the
invidious discrimination that divided the spellbindingly united human race; into
salacious segments of nothingness,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the devastating loneliness from every
hapless orphans face; the deplorably crucifying solitude that it faced at the hands of
amorphously heartless destiny,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the preposterously crippling blackness
from every blind eye; cadaverously hurtling towards the coffins of hopelessness right
since the first cry of birth,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the baselessly maiming idiosyncrasies in
the name of religion; which transformed life harder than the most obdurate of stone;
every unfurling instant,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the feckless abhorrence from every
prejudiced heart; which criminally masticated even the freshest form of existence;
into meaningless bits of oblivion,
If only my tears; could forever wash away disdainfully emaciating impoverishment;
those inevitably stabbing pangs of hunger which converted even the most sensible
living being; into an unkempt devil,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the obnoxiously venomous smoke and
dust from every blissful leaf on the city streets; the maliciously deteriorating human
spit that dribbled down the tree roots,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the senseless negativities from each living
brain; the inexplicably traumatizing depression that worthlessly rendered exuberant
life; as a sinfully lifeless pillar,
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If only my tears; could forever wash away the footprints of vindictively assassinating
anarchy; the inconsolable wounds inflicted upon the nimble; by the hedonistic
Lordships of malevolently corrupt power,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the livid superiority in every mans voice;
the wretchedly lambasting domination that he abominably asserted on every sacred
woman's womb,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the inextricably lethal scars left on mother
nature's belly; by rampantly pulverizing powerhouses of robotic commercialism,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the surreptitiously blasphemous glances;
which were cast on every innocuous widow's countenance; by the rapaciously
thwarted society outside,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the stains of morbidly gory blood; which
ignominiously flourished on the heart of mother earth; after every heartlessly
massacring war,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the inveterate arrogance of human creation;
the inanely beheading aridness that even the closest of blood-relations displayed to each
other; in pursuit of worldly greed and fame,
If only my tears; could forever wash away every divorce that unceremoniously occurred
between a husband and wife; the non-existent suspicions that they harbored against
each other,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the disastrously impeaching emptiness in every
source of existence; the unfathomable trauma of having to lead life to the fullest;
without the priceless beloved,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the shame of every naked organism on the
tawdrily freezing streets; the ramifications of intolerable penuriousness that wafted from
every exploited and malnourished chest,
If only my tears; could forever wash away the silence of despairingly uncouth death; the
state of irrevocably lamenting helplessness that then enshrouded every ingredient of the
atmosphere,
Then. O! Yes absolutely and irrefutably then. Irrespective of how cowardly the world
outside termed me to be. I was prepared to forever and ever and ever cry.
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10. ULTIMATE UTOPIA
You definitely get nothing else but diabolically stabbing hell; by venomously blinding
innocuous children; just in order to make them your fortune collectors on the
threadbare street; whilst you blew away their earnings in tawdry smoke and wine,
You definitely get nothing else but truculently ineffable hell; by sadistically torturing
your old parents; viciously dictating them to lick the last iota of grime from your
sordid floor; whilst you deliberately dirtied it once again with your plethora of
misdeeds,
You definitely get nothing else but deplorably asphyxiating hell; by maiming
countless helpless and infirm under your devilishly speeding car tyre; just to mollify
the unbearably perverted rush of adrenalin in your persona,
You definitely get nothing else but venomously evaporating hell; by devilishly
exploiting the weaknesses of all those people whom you knew; and once upon a time
had made them confide in you; just to deliriously strangulate later on with their very
own inevitable shortcoming,
You definitely get nothing else but blasphemously deteriorating hell; by salaciously
cutting down fathomless forests and trees; just for erecting your monstrously robotic
coffins of; despicably corporate concrete,
You definitely get nothing else but sinfully pulverizing hell; by pugnaciously
embossing the stamp of the raunchily marauding devil; upon every impregnably
venerated space of righteousness,
You definitely get nothing else but cold-bloodedly torturous hell; by unrelentingly
trampling over a boundless innocent and impoverished; to uncouthly leap up the
ladder; whose each step was success profusely soaked; in impeccable blood,
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You definitely get nothing else but violently victimizing hell; by viciously making
people slave for you; as you heartlessly incarcerated even the most infinitesimal
ounce of their pristinity; in the shackles of your unforgivable drudgery,
You definitely get nothing else but parasitically demonic hell; by uncouthly spitting
upon the inimitably unconquerable creativity of artists; condemning them as nothing
else but ignoramus wastrels; untiringly staring into meaningless bits of sky,
You definitely get nothing else but inconsolably hideous hell; by unsparingly
desecrating every Image; Idol; Church; Mosque; Temple; Monastery of Almighty
Lord; just to meaninglessly prove that it was none other than you; who held the
reigns of
this boundlessly bestowing Universe,
You definitely get nothing else but cruelly emaciating hell; by manipulatively
separating two true lovers; just because your own love could never ever fructify and
eternalize in the chapter of vivacious life,
You definitely get nothing else but ghastily slavering hell; by truculently going against the
laws of symbiotism and nature divine; crafting an idiosyncratically crucifying path of your
very own; which eventually led to the mortuaries of ultimate oblivion,
You definitely get nothing else but licentiously devastating hell; by unbearably dividing
the entire spell bindingly united planet; into despondently fetid corpses of caste; creed;
color; spurious tribe and kind,
You definitely get nothing else but invidiously lambasting hell; by criminally divorcing
your sacrosanct spouse forever from your life; just too fulfill your satanic passions;
differently every sinister midnight,
You definitely get nothing else but unthinkably torturous hell; by hedonistically raping
every nubile woman that you encountered; excoriating her divinely chastity; only to
emerge victorious in each of your rapacious desires,
You definitely get nothing else but penuriously devastating hell; by perpetuating the most
treacherously unforgivable riots of all times; atrociously manipulating religious sentiment;
to gain the political mileage of your life,
You definitely get nothing else but maliciously amorphous hell; by listening and
implementing upon every derogatorily inhuman voice; whereas each ardently earnest beat
of your heart; forever told you to spread the message of peace and compassionate
friendship,
You definitely get nothing else but reproachfully lamenting hell; by sinfully committing
dastardly suicide; closing your breath forever and without the orders of the Omniscient
Almighty,
On the contrary you definitely get nothing else but ultimate utopia; in every instant of
your present and future life; with each element of gory brilliantly metamorphosing into
Godly paradise; the moment you simply spoke; implemented; and perennially advocated
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the mantra of Immortal Love; wrote and substituted the same for the above spitefully
abhorrent lines
11. TRUTH AND THE DEVIL
The devil unstoppably took pride in salaciously writing; the book of obnoxious caste-
creed and venomously penalizing hatred,
The devil unstoppably took pride in acrimoniously writing; the book of
indiscriminate bloodshed and disastrously traumatizing ruthlessness,
The devil unstoppably took pride in vengefully writing; the book of tyrannical
devastation and lecherously bellicose orphaning,
The devil unstoppably took pride in fretfully writing; the book of vindictive war and
satanically criminal holocausts,
The devil unstoppably took pride in maliciously writing; the book of coldblooded
barbarism and manipulatively bizarre malice,
The devil unstoppably took pride in forlornly writing; the book of worthless ghosts
and mortuaries brutally anointed with fresh blood,
T The devil unstoppably took pride in indigently writing; the book of nonchalant
spuriousness and fecklessly insipid meaninglessness,
The devil unstoppably took pride in torturously writing; the book of ominous
animosity and hedonistically pugnacious illwill,
The devil unstoppably took pride in dictatorially writing; the book of licentious
bawdiness and insanely threadbare nothingness,
The devil unstoppably took pride in heinously writing; the book of lascivious poverty
and baselessly crippling uncertainty,
The devil unstoppably took pride in savagely writing; the book of despicable defeat
and lethally ballistic atrociousness,
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The devil unstoppably took pride in raunchily writing; the book of dolorous
delinquency and insidiously slandering betrayal,
The devil unstoppably took pride in preposterously writing; the book of
scurrilous lunatism and barbarously incarcerating fiendishness,
The devil unstoppably took pride in frigidly writing; the book of jejune mockery and
impudently castigating brazenness,
The devil unstoppably took pride in heartlessly writing; the book of ghastly
bloodshed and indefatigably bombarding politics,
The devil unstoppably took pride in malevolently writing; the book of prurient shit
and debasingly corrupt profanity,
The devil unstoppably took pride in diffidently writing; the book of impeachable slavery
and tempestuously crucifying sanctity,
The devil unstoppably took pride in dreadfully writing; the book of gruesome extinction
and sordidly smutty flagrance,
The devil unstoppably took pride in whippingly writing; the book of wastrel withering
and invidiously jailing eccentricity,
The devil unstoppably took pride in grotesquely writing; the book of merciless
decimation and countless estranged lives,
The devil unstoppably took pride in gorily writing; the book of sadistic despondency and
ignominiously deteriorating mankind,
The devil unstoppably took pride in stupidly writing; the book of
Goddamned solitude and murderously decrepit decay,
The devil unstoppably took pride in cacophonically writing; the book of indolent
withering and agonizingly cancerous disease,
The devil unstoppably took pride in belligerently writing; the book of lost oblivion and
corrosively mad lamentation,
The devil unstoppably took pride in perniciously writing; the book of stinking
discrimination and dastardly languid nervousness,
But no matter what he wrote; where he did choose to write; what language he
preferred to maliciously scribble; what ink he used to cold-bloodedly lambaste; what
expression he made to lousily concentrate,
Even the most infinitesimally evanescent alphabet inside his books was
irrefutably metamorphosed into a stream of immortally unending love; by
the intransigently blazing inferno of truth; simplicity; humanity;
benevolence; beauty; and the unassailably Almighty Lord.
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12. WHEN THE HEART WASN’T THROBBING
When the thunderously voluptuous clouds weren’t showering golden rain; they were still
wonderfully enamoring countless; in the swirl of their unsurpassably untainted sensuality,
When the poignantly scarlet roses weren’t blossoming into ecstatic vitality; they were still
tirelessly disseminating the scent of seduction; to every cranny of this fathomlessly
blissful Universe,
When the beautifully nubile lips weren’t burgeoning into a festoon of smiles; they were
still amiably kissing every conceivable form of astounding desire; on the trajectory of this
boundlessly iridescent earth,
When the honestly persevering armpits weren’t sweating into cisterns of shimmering
sweat; they were still diffusing the spirit of tirelessly unparalleled righteousness to every
entity; traversing symbiotically alive,
When the effulgently victorious wind wasn’t blowing into draughts of exuberantly
pristine breeze; it was still enthralling countless haplessly divested organisms; with its
fearlessly divine stillness,
When the robustly ecstatic mouth wasn’t synergistically consuming indispensable morsels
of food; it was still enlightening an infinite miserably deprived entities on planet earth;
with the profound enchantment of its voice,
When the majestically unfettered mother wasn’t feeding her own impeccable babies; she
was still wafting an invincible atmosphere of eternal compassion to every tangible and
intangible quarter of this victorious Universe,
When the unflinchingly handsome soldiers weren’t valiantly fighting at war; they were
still perpetuating indomitably fearless molecules of royal bravery; in every
preposterously dastard heart alive,
When the poignantly blissful soil wasn’t sprouting into insuperably princely grain; it was
still generating thunderbolts of untamed virility; into every ounce of impotence in the
lackadaisical atmosphere,
When the beautifully enamoring cheeks weren’t blushing into unbelievably crimson
radiance; they were still culminating into a cloudburst of sensuously priceless
mischief; all across the interminable planet,
When the passionately emerald grass blades weren’t oozing beautifully synergistic
dewdrops; they were still rhapsodically culminating into a civilization of bounteously
rejuvenating newness,
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When the insuperably determined mountains weren’t peaking towards the ultimate
summits of eternity; they were still altruistically sequestering every fraternity of living
kind in their fortified lap; far away from hedonistic duress,
When unbelievably blessed Man & Woman weren’t tirelessly mating; they were still
stupefying every patch of insouciantly barren mud that they tread on; with their
undyingly untamed virility,
When the innocuously resplendent stars weren’t vividly twinkling; they were still evolving
into a fireball of unlimitedly fantastic and enigmatically jubilant enthuse,
When the artistically nimble veins weren’t carrying poignantly crimson blood; they were
still disseminating the spirit of unassailably blessing humanity; to the farthest corner of
this magically ameliorating Universe,
When the ingeniously unconquerable brain wasn’t insatiably fantasizing into the realms
of paradise; it was still pragmatically acting to the inevitably quintessential instincts of;
Survival of the fittest,
When the amazingly sensitive ears weren’t dangling into the dormitories of unsurpassable
stardom; they were still brilliantly sensitive to even the most
infinitesimal whisker of sound,
When the victoriously pristine nostrils weren’t breathing fireballs of spell-binding
existence; they were still perpetuating the indispensable instinct of indefatigable life; into
every organism haplessly staggering and yet alive,
And when the fathomlessly benign heart wasn’t throbbing the beats of perennially
fructifying love; it was still triggering the waves of pricelessly inimitable humanity in
every bit of tangible space and organism; on this limitlessly unfettered Universe.
13. GOD MADE ME – POEM 2
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God made the voluptuously sapphire crested nightingale; only so that it could
stupendously placate all murderously frazzled nerves; with the ingratiating melody in
its seductive sound,
God made the sparklingly tranquil rivers; only so that they could astoundingly
appease the scorchingly famished throats of countless dreary; with their perennially
mystical enthrallment,
God made the vivaciously blazing Sun; only so that it could dazzle its Omnipotent
shine to even the most infinitesimally remote corners of this Universe;
compassionately comfort one and all; with its marvelously majestic warmth,
God made the celestially resplendent stars; only so that they could shimmer a path of
profoundly enamoring mysticism; magnanimously enlighten; the heart of the sullenly
gory night,
God made torrential cloudbursts of golden rain; only so that they could tantalizingly
reinvigorate acrimoniously parched granules of deadened soil; impregnate
scintillating beams of life in those heading towards a morbid extinction,
God made the enigmatically slithering serpent; only so that it could stupendously
stupefy the dolorously pallid ambience of the forests; with its inscrutably hissing
sounds,
God made the voluptuously titillating rose; only so that it could ubiquitously
disseminate its fragrance of perpetual equality to even the most obsolete
cranny
of this planet; transform all those besieged with murderous monotony
into an
apostle of humanitarian peace,
God made the dexterously chiseled pen; only so that it could emboss countless lines
of patriotic literature; handsomely evoke a revolution of holistic togetherness; with
the unassailable power of words,
God made the royally towering mountains; only so that they could amiably sequester
all tyrannically bereaved in their invincibly formidable swirl; be the very first
exemplaries of success perennially kissing the fathomless sky,
God made the ravishingly frothy oceans; only so that they could tantalizingly harbor
all innocuously aquatic life; culminate into indispensably priceless salt for the survival
of all living beings whether rich or indigent; alike,
God made the vividly boisterous butterflies; only so that they could fascinatingly
flutter under profound rays of the midday Sun; mischievously philander and frolic
with eternal lovebirds behind the aristocratic hills,
God made the eclectically sprouting seeds; only so that they could
bountifully sprout into beautifully salubrious nutrition; become every
living organism’s ultimate
panacea to harmoniously survive,
God made the meticulously ticking clock; only so that it could incessantly depict the
radically changing shades of ebullient time; sagaciously apprise all about the inevitably
passing moments of vibrant life,
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God made the fabulously euphoric shadow; only so that it could magnificently soothe
the diabolical dungeons of abhorrence; with its spell bindingly silken and exotic touch,
God made the rambunctiously innocuous and piquant hen; only so that it could
rhetorically lay a shimmering festoon of poignant eggs; ensure that life indefatigably
lingered in the atmosphere; with its series of passionate quacks,
God made the supremely princely peacock; only so that it could dance the most
gloriously charming dance on this planet; under torrential downpours of ebulliently
alluring rain,
God made the gregariously clashing clouds; only so that they could grandiloquently
deluge the brutally dilapidated cracks on devastated soil; with unsurpassable tumblers of
rejuvenating liquid,
God made the tirelessly buzzing and swarming bees; only so that they could continuously
diffuse into a web of glitteringly golden honey; ecumenically diffuse a spell of magical
sweetness to every dwelling submerged with horrifically disparaging despair,
God made the regally wide eyed owl; only so that it could prudently admonish everyone
in vicinity about the most diminutive insinuation of oncoming danger; while the world
snored thunderously under the wholesomely crippling blackness of the night,
And God made me; every ingredient of my impoverished heart; blood and
soul; only so that I could love you and dedicate every iota of enthusiasm
in my body towards writing poetry; for infinite more births yet to come.
14. IMMORTALLY UNITED MANKIND
I wanted this entire world to unite exactly like; those rambunctiously uninhibited honey
bees; feeling so unshakably victorious; in their unconquerably amalgamated and
swarming hive,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those wondrously ecstatic honey bees;
feeling so infallibly victorious; in their melodiously symbiotic and stupendously
artistic hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those effulgently boisterous honey bees;
feeling so unsurpassably victorious; in their gregariously mesmerizing and
benevolently heart shaped hives,
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I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those timelessly enthralling honey bees;
feeling so impregnably victorious; in their jubilantly emollient and perennially
holistic hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those enchantingly blissful honey bees;
feeling so ardently victorious; in their ebulliently buzzing and unfathomably
enlightening hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those ubiquitously unflinching honey bees;
feeling so insuperably victorious; in their eternally resplendent and opulently
embellished hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those amiably iridescent honey bees;
feeling so uncompromisingly victorious; in their unconquerably utopian and copiously
oozing hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those symbiotically enamoring honey bees;
feeling so limitlessly victorious; in their interminably silken and voluptuously
nubile hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those redolently celestial honey bees;
feeling so everlastingly victorious; in their affably bonding and indefatigably
exploring hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those astoundingly bewitching honey bees;
feeling so supremely victorious; in their tirelessly synergistic and quintessentially
sweetened hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those congenially robust honey bees;
feeling so ecumenically victorious; in their unbelievably intricate and endlessly
eclectic hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those incredulously optimistic honey bees;
feeling so blazingly victorious; in their charismatically endowed and vivaciously
effulgent hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those brilliantly versatile honey bees;
feeling so unshakably victorious; in their inexhaustibly scintillating and gorgeously
unabashed hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those bounteously burgeoning honey bees;
feeling so unstoppably victorious; in their marvelously majestic and infallibly
enriched hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those unflinchingly fearless honey bees;
feeling so inimitably victorious; in their ravishingly pristine and innocuously
fluttering hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those mischievously tangy bees; feeling so
sacredly victorious; in their unceasingly blessed and gloriously shimmering hives,
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I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those artistically innovative honey bees;
feeling so unimpeachably victorious; in their spectacularly varied and peacefully
protective hives,
I wanted the entire world to unite exactly like; those profusely passionate honey bees;
feeling so royally victorious; in their pricelessly egalitarian and unendingly joyous hives,
And after perpetually uniting like these unassailably Omnipotent honey bees; I wanted
every single organism in the world including my very own self; to forever extinguish;
massacre; trounce even the most inconspicuous insinuation of the devil in the Universe;
exerting our profoundly undying power; of now a freshly formed and Immortally united
mankind
15. WHAT’S LOVE ALL ABOUT ?
No asphyxiating rules; not the slightest seed of ghastily terrorizing commercialism
around,
No bizarre monotony; not the slightest innuendo of debilitating stagnation insidiously
floating around,
No usurped definitions; not the slightest of deliriously incarcerating society; to brutally
jail it in its way,
No prejudiced manipulation; not the slightest of cold-blooded barbarism stealthily
lurking at clandestine crannies of wastrel civilization,
No traumatic agony; not the slightest teardrop of frustrating malice; which baselessly
annihilated countless impeccable; in its cadaverously inane swirl,
No frigid infertility; not the slightest of crippling infidelity that stabbed you beyond the
threshold of extinction; the instant you turned your back,
No vicarious salaciousness; not the slightest of animosity permeating vindictively into the
fabric of spellbindingly enchanting humanity,
No nefarious meanness; not the slightest of derogatory inflammation perilously creeping
into the synergistically benign structure of humanity,
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No wreckless insomnia; not the slightest of invidious laziness disparagingly stagnating the
vivacious mantra of blissfully burgeoning existence,
No tawdry indiscrimination; not the slightest of vengeful parasites satanically sucking
innocuous blood from the heart of this symbiotically celestial planet,
No inexplicable hopelessness; not the slightest of disparity preposterously corrupting the
spirit of unsurpassable unity inherently impregnating the pricelessly insuperable
atmosphere,
No deplorable delinquency; not the slightest of vituperatively ostracizing devil; that
treacherously deserted you in your times of blood-curling duress,
No squelching torture; not the slightest of fretfully ribald deterioration; indefatigably
endangering the rudiments of irrefutable truth in the fathomless planet,
No fiendish robbery; not the slightest spell of doomsday depriving holistically coalescing
bodies; of their unparalleled elixir to fantastically exist,
No spurious religion; not the slightest of bawdy fanaticism; mercilessly snatching loved
ones from their adorably venerated kin,
No blood-thirsty injustice; not the slightest travesty of the oceans of unconquerably
glorious righteousness; the principles of ubiquitously sacrosanct friendship,
No worthless shivering; not the slightest of relentlessly shivering in the torturous cold
outside; while demons of lies marauded at rampant will on this boundless planet,
No abysmal nonchalance; not the slightest of lacklusterness cancerously weakening the
crux of stupendously proliferating and timelessly blessing life,
Only immortally endowing life; Only unflinchingly united existence; Only truth blazing
into eternal Omnipotence; Only perpetually fructifying bondage; Only exhilaration
unprecedented culminating into the realms of everlastingly propitious paradise,
That’s what 100% Love has forever taught you; that’s what 100 % Love does
to you every unfurling minute of your diminutively impoverished life;
that’s what 100% Love all about.
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16. IMPREGNABLE HUMANITY
You’ve taken my very own scarlet blood O! heavenly son; so its irrefutably natural and
nothing great; that you’re exactly my astoundingly pristine and timelessly priceless;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own venerated milk O! beautiful son; so its irrefutably natural and
nothing great; that you’re exactly my bountifully blossoming and unabashedly
impeccable; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own intriguing brain O! enamoring son; so its irrefutably natural
and nothing great; that you’re exactly my celestially amazing and mischievously bouncing;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own silken shadow O! stupendous son; so its irrefutably natural
and nothing great; that you’re exactly my wonderfully untainted and jubilantly ecstatic;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own uninhibited smile O! majestic son; so its irrefutably natural
and nothing great; that you’re exactly my inimitably magnetic and fabulously effulgent;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own inscrutable destiny lines O! effervescent son; so its irrefutably
natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my incredulously handsome and
victoriously unimpeachable; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own inimitably humble name O! royal son; so its irrefutably
natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my poignantly iridescent and eternally
fructifying; duplicate,
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You’ve taken my very own romantic artistry O! blazing son; so its irrefutably natural and
nothing great; that you’re exactly my triumphantly unfettered and symbiotically innocent;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own mellifluous voice O! charismatic son; so its irrefutably natural
and nothing great; that you’re exactly my bounteously emollient and euphorically fearless;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own towering height O! regale son; so its irrefutably natural and
nothing great; that you’re exactly my indisputably peerless and synergistically truthful;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own passionate eyes O! resplendent son; so its irrefutably natural
and nothing great; that you’re exactly my fearlessly humanitarian and tirelessly
discovering; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own chocolate brown color O! holistic son; so its irrefutably
natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my invincibly wondrous and
spell-bindingly ecstatic; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own ebullient body contours O! benign son; so its irrefutably
natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my immaculately benevolent
and magnanimously humanitarian; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own fiery breath O! rhapsodic son; so its irrefutably natural and
nothing great; that you’re exactly my blissfully unadulterated and interminably bubby;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own optimistic face O! vivacious son; so its irrefutably natural and
nothing great; that you’re exactly my timelessly flowering and melodiously rejuvenated;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own broadened shoulders O! magical son; so its irrefutably natural
and nothing great; that you’re exactly my gloriously unprejudiced and nostalgically rueful;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own princely dimples O! victorious son; so its irrefutably natural
and nothing great; that you’re exactly my spotlessly unbiased and surreally panoramic;
duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own compassionate heart O! unshakable son; so its irrefutably
natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my adorably sensitive and ubiquitously
indomitable; duplicate,
So whereas it was absolutely natural and nothing great that you were my exactly
astounding duplicate O! heavenly son;
The greatest of all virtues; the greatest of all gifts; the greatest of all endowment; the
greatest of all power; the greatest of all virility; the greatest of all divinity; was infact
given to you by the Omniscient Lord; who miraculously blessed you and every organism
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alike with the pricelessly impregnable religion of “Humanity” to symbiotically survive for
an infinite more of your destined lifetimes
17. THE SOUND OF THE HEART
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,
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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.
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18. JUST A MINUTE TO DESTRUCTION
The tree took a century to grow to unprecedented limits; blossoming into boundless
branches and resplendent foliage,
And it took you just a minute to chop it to the ground; with barbaric strokes of your
gleaming pickaxe.
The mountains took thousands of years to evolve; with their summits towering
handsomely towards the sky; camouflaged in a heap of pristine snow,
And it took you just a minute to pulverize their blissful demeanor to flimsy ash;
bombarding them ruthlessly with your hi-tech and contemporary bombs.
The colorful tribes trespassing on the planet took several decades to spawn; indulging
into a myriad of festivity and sacrosanct beliefs,
And it took you just a minute to make them the most acrimonious of enemies; poisoning
their minds against each other; with your deceiving and manipulative talk.
The tantalizingly salty waters of the ocean took centuries to form; harboring an
ingratiating variety of fish and vivacious coral weeds,
And it took you just a minute to adulterate its entire visage; dropping abominable
buckets of crude oil from the ship.
The atmosphere took infinite births to be created; kissing every part of the globe with its
silken caress,
And it took you just a minute to pollute it indiscriminately; blowing obnoxious gases
from your vehicle; at a full throttle.
The soil took millions of years to preserve wells of precious liquid; entrapping droplets
of scintillating water deep within its core,
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And it took you just a minute to savagely plunder its harmony; inserting your hydraulic
and contemporary drilling equipment to empty it; till it cried.
The cow wandering timidly on the slopes took loads of agonizing time to fill the colossal
buckets with itsmilk; each globule of white oozing having the fortitude to outclass the
most ingenious of vitamins single handedly,
And it took you just a minute to blend it with cheap saliva; to augment its quantity;
before you commercially sold it to unsuspecting customers.
The old men and women spent their entire lifetimes to incessantly worship and revere
their culture and heritage; sacrificed their heads to prevent even a single blemish from
infiltrating into their land,
And it took you just a minute to ruthlessly transgress across them; satanically maraud
their ideals; and embracing alien winds just because they suited your taste.
The World Trade Center took countless months to construct; sheltered thousands of
individuals; some of the most innovative brains from all across the continent,
And it took you just a minute to squelch it to bellows of black dust; using your cowardly
and diabolical mind to smash it with airplanes; having innocent people trapped inside.
It took more than times ever perceivable to harness the spirit of love; spreading it like
wild fire into the heart of every human being walking on this soil;
every palpable entity gallivanting with a glimmer of hope in its eyes,
And it took you just a minute to completely destroy its mesmerizing essence; leaving it
no scope at all to flourish with all your killings; war and hostility.
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19. ALL A PERSON COULD TAKE BENEATH HIS GRAVE
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the perennial love that he’d generated; by
compassionately uniting two miserably jilted hearts in the threads of ubiquitously endless
romance,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the bountiful love that he’d generated; by
standing like an unflinching wall between mother nature and ghastly human kind; and
saving it from even the most infinitesimal of heinous scratch,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the magical love that he’d generated; by
tirelessly melanging every caste; creed; color and tribe under the flaming Sun; into the
religion of pricelessly unconquerable humanity,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the redolent love that he’d generated; by
altruistically teaching every fraternity of humanity; that the true essence of all life was
benign simplicity,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the triumphant love that he’d generated;
by forever trouncing the malady of abhorrent lies; with the sword of his unfettered truth,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the unparalleled love that he’d generated;
by giving his name to all those born miserably orphaned; adopting them as his very own
kin and children for an infinite lifetimes,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the rhapsodic love that he’d generated; by
feeding countless a brutally famished stomach; royally replenishing impoverished need
with the inevitable fodder for life,
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All a person could take beneath his grave; was the ubiquitous love that he’d generated; by
saving wondrously innocent and enchanting life; from the venomously unsparing
curse of ghoulish war,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the celestial love that he’d generated; by
perpetuating the sky of selfless peace; in every of those organism trying to demonstrate
superiority via cold-blooded nuclear war,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the immeasurable love that he’d generated;
by becoming the sole voice of those indescribably oppressed; fighting till his last breath
to secure them timeless justice,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the astounding love that he’d generated;
by enlightening every conceivable space on this planet; with the songs of eternally
fructifying compassion,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the unsurpassable love that he’d
generated; by spending every moment of his life with those incurably sick and suffering;
acting as their sole brethren when the entire world had left them to sulk and die,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the impregnable love that
he’d generated; by writing an infinite lines of miraculously ameliorating poetry; all for the
betterment of living kind and for majestically depicting even the most inconspicuously
glorious of its emotions,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the interminable love that he’d generated;
by sacrificing even his very own kin and closest family; if they were amongst those who
transgressed against the fabric of brotherhood,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the unbelievable love that he’d generated;
by handsomely educating; befriending and further patronizing the girl child; just like
any other ordinary boy,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the undying love that he’d generated; by
miraculously illuminating the dullest fragment of canvas; with every conceivable shade of
nature’s unlimited paradise,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the magnanimous love that he’d
generated; by donating every single ingredient of his wealth and blood; to all those
without even a roof on their head to survive,
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the indefinable love that he’d generated;
by becoming the walking stick of every old man and woman; seeking their blessings
further to reinvigorate all mankind,
And all a person could take beneath his grave; was the immortal love that he’d generated;
by uniting every beat of his passionate heart; forever and ever and ever with the strings
of everlastingly blossoming humanity.
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20. I WHOLESOMELY BELONGED.
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable religion; which disseminated the essence
of perennial unity; on the trajectory of this fathomlessly emollient Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable caste; which palpitated with the unendingly
handsome spirit of compassion; on the trajectory of this boundlessly intriguing Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable color; which interminably radiated with the
melody of vivacious freshness; on the trajectory of this eternally bountiful Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable shade; which reverberated to the tunes of
pricelessly inimitable harmony; on the trajectory of this everlastingly inscrutable
Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable sect; which forever towered towards the
Sun of brilliantly optimistic hope; on the trajectory of this spectacularly proliferating
Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable art; which perpetually perpetuated the
ardor of unassailable breath into even the most lugubrious speck of the atmosphere; on
the trajectory of this beautifully iridescent Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable hour; which granted unbelievably
egalitarian importance; to every unfurling instant of the day as well as the ghoulish
midnight; on the trajectory of this wondrously inebriating Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable religious shrine; which wafted the scent of
insuperably redolent oneness; on the trajectory of this triumphantly ecstatic Universe,
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I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable blood group; which eventually led to the
heavens of unconquerable symbiotism; on the trajectory of this amazingly fructifying
Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable fantasy; which led to unparalleled holistic
enlightenment of every cranny of the impoverished brain; on the trajectory of this
unfathomably eclectic Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable climate; which tirelessly refreshed the
mind; body and soul with the untamed exhilaration of nature divine; on the trajectory of
this gigantically vivid Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable tribe; which had each of its rudiments
profoundly embedded into the soils of unflinchingly impregnable brotherhood; on the
trajectory of this effulgently blessed Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable palm; which uninhibitedly entwined in
mine; royally commemorating the undefeated equality of all living kind; on the trajectory
of this rhapsodically sensuous Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable pathway; which fearlessly marched towards
the kingdom of unparalleled truth and righteousness; on the trajectory of this ebulliently
stupefying Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable wind; which stirred an irrevocably
replenishing sense of fulfillment in the soul; on the trajectory of this timelessly magnetic
Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable language; which austerely shunted abuse
and celestially preached the wordings of peace; on the trajectory of this ubiquitously
unfettered Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable breath; which undyingly resonated with the
infernos of evergreen passion; on the trajectory of this enchantingly regale Universe,
I wholesomely belonged to every conceivable heart; which perennially throbbed for the
spirit of immortally majestic love; on the trajectory of this cheerfully enigmatic Universe,
And I wholesomely belonged to everything; anything- everywhere; anywhere on the
trajectory of this boundlessly ravishing Universe; which like the above; forever and ever
and ever led to the religion of invincibly ameliorating humanity.
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21. AS LONG AS I HAD PRICELESS HOPE
I might be currently in hapless shreds; without even the most diminutive coin of
currency in my inconspicuously bedraggled pockets,
But as long as I had the jewel of priceless hope in my soul; I reserved
the insurmountable tenacity to metamorphose every iota of pain into a
paradise of unfettered happiness; as my inevitably destined moment
wholeheartedly descended from the lap of
the Omnipotent Lord Almighty.
I might be currently begging discordantly on the stony streets; without even a strand of
infinitesimal saliva to mellifluously tingle my bereaved throat,
But as long as I had the Sun of optimistic hope in my soul; I reserved the indomitable
power to overtopple even the most mightiest of cannibalistic parasites; as my inevitably
destined moment wholeheartedly descended from the lap of the bountiful Lord
Almighty.
I might be currently feeding myself on frigid shit from the dustbin cover; without a
feather of integrity of my own; as the world relentlessly lambasted my timidly trembling
skin,
But as long as I had the star of resplendent hope in my soul; I reserved the Herculean
prowess of soaring to the ultimate pinnacles of blazing success; as my inevitably destined
moment wholeheartedly descended from the lap of the inimitable Lord Almighty.
I might be currently exhaling each breath of mine in the traumatically beleaguered gutter
pipe; without even the most mercurial strength left in my miserably bloodstained lips; to
wholeheartedly smile,
But as long as I had the flower of fragrant hope in my soul; I reserved the invincible
dexterity to spawn into a sky of unfathomably exhilarating newness; as my inevitably
destined moment wholeheartedly descended from the lap of the Omnipresent Lord
Almighty.
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I might be currently staring meaninglessly into orphaned patches of azure sky; without a
single roof over my head; to sequester me from acrimoniously truculent storm and rain,
But as long as I had the sea of tangy hope in my soul; I reserved the uncanny mysticism
to timelessly charm even the most lugubriously livid particle of the atmosphere; as my
inevitably destined moment wholeheartedly descended from the lap of the unassailable
Lord Almighty.
I might be currently yawning in supremely fretful nonchalance; without the slightest of
cynosure and glitterati; and with the most venomously lethal mosquitoes hovering
around my hopelessly deserted skin,
But as long as I had the garland of ingratiating hope in my soul; I
reserved the profound exuberance to convert even the most bizarrely
impossible into the sky of impregnable success; as my inevitably destined
moment wholeheartedly descended from the lap of
the Omniscient Lord Almighty.
I might be currently emaciating with a zillion thorns of brutal dishonesty being
treacherously plundered into my intestines; and without the minutest trace of
dawn in my every unforgivingly imprisoning night,
But as long as I had the rainbow of pristine hope in my soul; I reserved the untamed
ebullience to bare-footedly adventure into the most fathomless crannies of this
enchanting Universe; as my inevitably destined moment wholeheartedly descended from
the lap of the ever- pervading Lord Almighty.
I might be currently unemployed at all quarters; without the empathy of a single
organism on this boundlessly enamoring Universe,
But as long as I had the spirit of sacred hope in my soul; I reserved the
infallible energy to blaze into an infinite philanthropically enlightening
tomorrows; as my inevitably destined moment wholeheartedly descended from
the lap of the miraculous Lord
Almighty.
And I might be currently devastated and torturously ripped apart in every aspect of my
life; without any ingredient of this Universe getting stirred by the unstoppable beating of
my impoverished heart,
But as long as I had the fortress of perpetual hope in my soul; I reserved the uninhibited
magnetism to fall into the oceans of immortally gratifying love; as my inevitably destined
moment wholeheartedly descended from the lap of unchallengeable Lord Almighty.
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22. COME LET’S WHOLEHEARTEDLY ALLOW
There’s a sweet little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically
blossom till the pinnacle of resplendently ingratiating prosperity,
There’s a mesmerizing little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to evolve
into an unfathomably compassionate gorge of friendship; as tangy as the rhapsodically
ebullient oceans,
There’s an enchanting little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
marvelously burgeon till times beyond iridescent eternity; and enthuse even the most
obfuscatedly alien of our times,
There’s a euphoric little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to spawn like
an insatiably fragrant flower of gorgeous companionship; as the Sun blazed vibrantly
from behind the mellifluous hills,
There’s a poignant little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to enthrall
even the mostobsoletely dithering nerves in our beleaguered bodies; to the most
stupendously unprecedented limits,
There’s a jubilant little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
ingratiatingly gallop to kiss the epitome of dazzling timelessness; and for centuries
immemorial,
There’s a victorious little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly
allow it to Omnipotently transcend; over the pernicious precipices of our
disastrously
dwindling derogatorily manipulative souls,
There’s an innocuous little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly
allow it to profoundly rejuvenate our bizarrely estranged senses; with the
vivaciously
sacrosanct tonic of life,
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There’s an embellished little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
majestically drape our insipidly feckless deliriousness; with cisterns of unsurpassable
sensuousness,
There’s a fantastic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to irrefutably
overshadow our disparagingly deteriorating gloom; with fountains of timeless happiness,
There’s an intriguing little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
invincibly sequester us in its bountiful swirl; fathomless kilometers away from the
mortuary of inexplicable despair,
There’s an ecstatic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
Omnisciently overpower our insurmountable battalion of idiosyncrasies; with
the its magical ointment of godly freshness,
There’s a spell binding little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
encapsulate us in its panoramically vivid embrace; bless every aspect of our haplessly
shattered existence; with the gorgeously fructifying elixir of life,
There’s an eclectic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to weave the
unconquerable spell of its royal artistry; upon our monotonously delinquent life,
There’s a sacrosanct little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
magnanimously bless our ominously extradited rhythm; with its benevolently
humanitarian beats,
There’s a sparkling little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
miraculously cleanse all our dastardly cloistered dirt; with its heaven of fathomless
righteousness,
There’s a melodious little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to annihilate
even the most mercurial trace of prejudiced paradoxism in our blood; with its tunes of
celestially unassailable truth,
There’s a beautiful little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to enshroud
us with philanthropic graciousness; insuperably conquering the cry of the ungainly devil
with the winds of perennially uninhibited freedom,
There’s a mystical little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to
everlastingly stupefy us with an entrenchment of impregnable newness; with
the limitless enthuse of its pristine eyes,
And there’s an exhilarating little child in all of us; come lets
wholeheartedly allow it to inundate the song of immortal love; in our
forlornly disbelieving and satanically
fretful lives.
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23. AS LONG AS
It was perfectly OK; even if you were profusely fastidious about your food; wanted to eat
the most flirtatiously rubicund morsels of tantalizing fruit before commencing every of
your delectable meal,
It was perfectly OK; even if you were overwhelmingly squeamish about the way you
dressed; insatiably desired to embellish your nimble countenance; with the finest
fraternity of regale silk that was found on the rustic mountain sheep,
It was perfectly OK: even if you were unfathomably obsessive about the things you liked
and abominably disliked; at times even waking a countless night on the incessant trot; to
heavenly placate even the most infinitesimal of your desire,
It was perfectly OK: even if you euphorically danced without the slightest rhyme or
reason at the crackle of voluptuous midnight; even as the world perpetually snored in
immutably forlorn unison,
O! Yes it was perfectly OK even if you executed the most wildest of your
idiosyncracies; as long as you indefatigably proliferated God’s
symbiotically burgeoning living kind; as long as you invincibly stood with
every sect of humanity;
till the time you aristocratically emanated your very last breath.
1.
It was perfectly OK: even if you assiduously clambered fathomless nights on the trot;
just to mischievously roll every of your luridly beleaguered senses with the ultimate
epitome of the freezing Himalayas,
It was perfectly OK; even if you uninhibitedly rolled through marshes of uncouthly
untamed wilderness; ardently scratching your frolicking flesh with every conceivable
thorn that lay; disdainfully sprawled in vicinity,
It was perfectly OK; even if you unrelentingly chased unruly dogs in fields of hay;
jubilantly philandered with chuckling hen as the Sun set in spell binding harmony behind
the mesmerizing hills,
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It was perfectly OK; even if you sporadically nibbled at chunks of obnoxiously worthless
cheese like a new born infant; although you had handsomely swept well past the
threshold of eclectic maturity; countless years ago,
O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you exuded into the most skittish of
your tantrums left; right and wayward center; as long as you perennially
bonded with God’s most Omnipotent spirit of love; gloriously saluted every
religion and color alike; as the
religion of divinely mankind.
2.
It was perfectly OK; even if you obsessively waited for torrential drops of rain to
thunderous rain to pelt; sadly from the heart of a profanely cloudless sky,
It was perfectly OK: even if you were the first organism on this gargantuan planet to
irately soliloquize words grotesquely upside down; paving an esoteric pathway of your
very own; which had never ever been replicated on this Universe before,
It was perfectly OK; even if you intransigently wanted the most ephemeral beauty of this
unsurpassably unending cosmos before your impeccable eyes all the time; timelessly
basking in the glory of nothing else but sensuously ingratiating graciousness,
It was perfectly OK; even if you uniquely chose to transgress through the
acridly flaming thorns of truth; while the ostentatiously conventional
society danced
in the aisles of horrifically derogatory manipulation; outside,
O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you drifted every aspect of your life towards the most
unimaginable of your whims; as long as you philanthropically mitigated all vindictively
assaulted humanity from graveyards of depravation; as long as you made eternally
everlasting righteousness the sole mantra of your nimble existence.
3.
It was perfectly OK; even if you ecstatically rollicked in the lap of your revered mother;
every unraveling moment of the brilliantly stupendous day; and each wind of the
resplendently star studded night,
It was perfectly OK: even if you immutably plucked stoical blades of
lackadaisical grass all life; intrepidly staring at phlegmatic puffs of
robustly emerald sky to
victoriously rejoice,
It was perfectly OK; even if you erred more number of times than you took
quintessentially ravishing breath; stuttering like a nonchalant skeleton on every
exuberant step that you lamely tread,
It was perfectly OK; even if you profoundly dedicated infinite births of yours solely to
the essence of majestic artistry; although there was not an inconspicuous penny in there;
and as your robotically mundane mates minted mines of imperially glittering gold;
outside,
O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you gyrated your uninhibited countenance solely to
the tunes of your heart; mind; conscience and no one else; as long as you patriotically
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