Life = Death - volume 6 - Poems on Life , Death
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The day brought alongwith it; a ray of nimbly vespered hope; of perhaps the veritably dead and inimitably beloved; reinvigorating once again from the horizons once again tomorrow,
The day brought alongwith it; the beats of unfathomably maverick rejoicing; with every tangible and intangible entity on the globe; pouring even the most oblivious crannies of their hearts out; to express nothing else but Immortal love,
The day brought alongwith it; the most fervently unhindered breathing of the year; an extraordinary feeling of accomplishment pounding the intricate chest; of stepping into new dimensions of flamboyant daylight,
And although you might ardently desire for it to be every day of the beautiful year. But sadly; it would still continue to remain the most enviable bachelor; unfurling only just once every single year . Such was the magic of tantalizing magical and perpetually single; 31st December.
27. A DEATH MORE INCARCERATING
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the walls of my stomach didn’t crave for a single morsel of succulently bountiful food; even for an infinite indefatigably painstaking of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the whites and blacks of my eye didn’t crave for a single globule of compassionately celestial moisture; even for an infinite limitlessly acerbic of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my intricate veins didn’t crave for a single pinch of poignantly crimson blood; even for an infinite boundlessly treacherous of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my lips didn’t crave for a single innuendo of blissful smile; even for an infinite unsurpassably satanic of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the hollows of my ears didn’t crave for a single trace of euphoric sound; even for an infinite uncouthly divesting of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my bones didn’t crave for a single horizon of strength; even for an infinite salaciously lambasting of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the trajectory of my cheeks didn’t crave for a single triumphant blush; even for an infinite ominously debilitating of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the soles of my feet didn’t crave for a single cushion of ebullient grass; even for an infinite indiscriminately crippling of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the curvatures of my untamed nails didn’t crave for a single uninhibitedly ardent itch; even for an infinite hedonistically massacring of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the passageways of my throat didn’t crave for a single ounce of water; even for an infinite tyrannically devastating of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my armpits didn’t crave for a single trickle of enchantingly golden sweat; even for an infinite unstoppably penalizing of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my eyelashes didn’t crave for a single feather of fantastically unbridled sensuousness; even for an infinite unceasingly slandering of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my tongue didn’t crave for a single jet of tantalizingly emphatic saliva; even for an infinite brutally asphyxiating of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my majestic manhood didn’t crave for a single draught of spell binding fertility; even for an infinite parasitically obsolete of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my strangulated nostrils didn’t crave for a single breath of unlimitedly mesmerizing freshness; even for an infinite diabolically slaining of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the jagged outlines of my teeth didn’t crave for a single wholeheartedly reinvigorating bite; even for an infinite disparagingly oblivious of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the apertures of my hindside didn’t crave
for a single symbiotically ameliorating expurgation; even for an infinite traumatically castigated of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my heart didn’t crave for a single beat of unassailably fructifying love; even for an infinite tawdrily truculent of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my conscience didn’t crave for a single horizon of everlastingly blessed righteousness; even for an infinite violently unsparing of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my soul didn’t crave for a single beam of optimistically enlightened peace; even for an infinite dolorously pulverizing of my lifetimes,
But if the fathomless realms of my brain didn’t crave for immortally bestowing poetry even for an infinitesimal single second; I perished to an end more ghastly than the most forlornly flagrant of hell; a death which was more sadistically incarcerating; than an infinite of an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
28. PEOPLE MORE CRIMINAL THAN HIM.
What kind of a person must he be; indiscriminately trampling even the most
infinitesimal trace of civilization that dared come his cadaverous way?
What kind of a person must he be; exuding countless tumblers of wastrel spit; upon the divinely impeccable contours of his father and inimitably venerated mother?
What kind of a person must he be; ruthlessly asphyxiating even the last breath of the fetus in the godly mothers womb; just because it was of a pristinely blessed girl?
What kind of a person must he be; sadistically brewing up only human brains
on his treacherously satanic stove; to mollify every ingredient of his hunger for the brilliantly sweltering day and sweet-dish for the remainder of the sinister night?
What kind of a person must he be; gorily selling his mother and daughters for parsimonious wads of money; just in order that he bathed and slept in tubs of tawdrily decrepit sleaze and wine?
What kind of a person must he be; perpetually perpetuating a gunshot straight through the skull; at the slightest insinuation of denial?
What kind of a person must he be; uncouthly annihilating even the most evanescent trace of forest and enchanting wildlife; to erect robotic coffins of the politician on the foundation of pricelessly innocent blood?
What kind of a person must he be; timelessly praying solely for the wholesome destruction of every element of victorious existence; psychotically licking the footprints of the hedonistic devil; till infinite infinity?
What kind of a person must he be; ghoulishly using cisterns of scarlet blood to cleanse even the most non-existently inane pore of his skin; after sacrilegiously eviscerating the same from countless celestial lives?
What kind of a person must he be; defecating the very last impediment in his
tyrannically wanton bowels upon the countenance of jubilantly infallible truth; every unfurling instant of the day and murderous night?
What kind of a person must he be; ghastily crunching bones of innocuous living children into inconspicuous chowder; just to relieve the zanily diabolical itching in the corpse of his devilish teeth?
What kind of a person must he be; ignominiously condemning and ostracizing
the rules of the Omnipresent Creator; barking every abuse in the dictionary towards the grace of the invincible Almighty Lord?
What kind of a person must he be; unrelentingly wanting to become the ultimate patriarch of the entire planet; at the cost of unceasing terror and abhorrently fetid war?
What kind of a person must he be; bawdily plucking out the whites of every eye that he encountered in his lifetime; just to bizarrely play a game of lascivious marbles with the same and till endless eternity?
What kind of a person must he be; dementedly digging deeper and deeper into the corpse of dead living organisms; instead of proliferating into triumphantly astounding newness like the sacred mother soil?
What kind of a person must he be; demonically chopping the tongue of every old man and woman; just in order to uxoriously cleanse the squalid soles of his bohemian foot with the same?
/> What kind of a person must he be; whose sole mission in life was to wholesomely metamorphose every bit of resplendent truth into stinking lies; who interminably strived to snap the wings of immortal love forever and ever and ever?
What kind of a person must he be; ominously wanting to thrust the mask of
delirious depression upon the first unfettered rays of the Omniscient Sun; overpower everything on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; with the cannibalistic blackness of crime?
O.K, for a moment lets leave him aside. For people more criminal; people more diabolically perverted; people more psychotically preposterous were you; me; and everyone else on this boundless earth; who had time to crazily read; ardently write; inexhaustibly fantasize; intricately analyze all this as mentioned above about him; when we had much brilliantly effulgent things to do and relish in our lives; rather than bother about a man such as HIM and every of his lifeless kind.
29. I WRITE BECAUSE
I write to alleviate tumultuously bereaved humanity; impregnate optimistic beams of hope in the lives of all those miserably divested,
I write to unrelentingly explore the enchanting beauty of this gigantic Universe; bountifully assimilate all exotic goodness of the atmosphere in my wandering
soul,
I write to give the most voluptuously poignant expression to words; churn majestic artistry out of even the most; inconspicuously threadbare,
I write to blissfully placate my turbulently asphyxiated soul; fulminate into astoundingly vibrant newness; every unfurling instant of the gloriously Sunlit day,
I write to exuberantly trigger the chords of my imagination to the most unprecedented limits; unleash a whirlpool of unfathomable discovery in every
alphabet that I chiseled; with my very own blood,
I write to perpetually embrace the winds of seductive romance; titillate every devastatingly frigid arena of my visage; with the profusely irrevocable mysticism in
the; vivid atmosphere,
I write to make every haplessly shattered organism on this fathomless planet; celestially unite in the uninhibitedly priceless wings of; scintillating humanity,
I write to ebulliently break the monotony of manipulative office; keep myself boundless kilometers away from; diabolically commercial and spuriously white collared business tycoons,
I write to wholesomely free the innocuously impeccable; from chains of barbaric slavery; and insanely tyrannical incarceration,
I write to wholeheartedly divulge the innermost of my feelings to this unending planet; walk shoulder to shoulder and with profound equanimity lingering in my
crystalline eyes; abreast my comrades marching towards irrefutable righteousness,
I write to inculcate Herculean poignancy in my lackadaisical blood; unequivocally ensure that each element of my countenance; blazed ahead in the unparalleled ardor to lead euphoric life,
I write to eternally soar in the clouds of beautifully bestowing companionship; perennially unite with all those with a philanthropic conscience; with all those
shedding even the last droplet of their blood for the sake of their sacrosanct motherland,
I write to handsomely relieve the unsurpassable dormitories of imagination in my brain; imparting them a cloudburst of enamoring shapes and panoramic forms,
I write to innocently relive the memories of immaculate childhood; stupendously cherish all those revered moments when I indefatigably flirted in the aisles of mischief; eventually interlocking myself in the lap of my mother; for times immemorial,
I write to ubiquitously commiserate with all humanity irrespective of caste; creed or color wonderfully alike; filter a path of supremely optimistic light; through every benign stanza of my verse,
I write to heavenly coalesce with my aboriginal rudiments; embark on a fabulous expedition to backtrack time; fantastically discovering the very first puff of breath from which I was born,
I write to majestically feel the breeze of togetherness; marvelously experience the empathy of all those with a symbiotically holistic soul; even though I stood disastrously alone,
I write to incessantly broaden my perspective about this enthralling earth; enshroud each iota of my bedraggled demeanor; with the everlasting spirit of timelessness,
I write to exhale incomprehensible tornados of air without the slightest of circumspection; so that the air regally entrapped in my penurious lungs; was
ecumenically there for all to share,
I write to synergistically exist; execute my plethora of humanely activities; with the most gorgeously melodious dexterity; jubilantly absorbing even the gruesomely acrimonious chapters of mystical life,
Most importantly; I write because my heart wants me to; astoundingly proliferating into a mountain of tantalizing seduction; even as hell rained down from sky to forever lick the earth.
30. EVERY DAY IS A NEW DAY
Every day is a new day; bringing along with it overwhelming loads of happiness; and an unparalleled rhapsody to blissfully lead life,
Every day is a new day; unfurling into a rainbow of spell binding optimism; healing even the most inexplicably ghastly wounds of yesterday; with the flaming rays of the dazzlingly Omnipotent Sun,
Every day is a new day; vivaciously bouncing in the profoundly untamed spirit of existence; wholesomely shrugging your remorseful past into mists of obsolete
oblivion,
Every day is a new day; blooming with the fragrance of unconquerable humanity; incessantly transpiring you to philanthropically surge forward; to resplendently
fulfil your humanitarian mission in life,
Every day is a new day; entirely disengaging your mind from the negative energies of the past; as the euphoric horizons of mesmerizing dawn; immaculately greeted the whites of your pristine eyes,
Every day is a new day; triumphantly maneuvering you towards the path of irrefutable righteousness; impregnating a jubilant sparkle in your stride; as the flowers blossomed ebulliently on the frolicking hills,
Every day is a new day; rendering you yet another chance to benevolently win over the gigantically insurmountable planet; with the waves of unprecedented love in
your heart,
Every day is a new day; enlightening the lantern of miraculous freshness in every pathetically beleaguered bone of your body; unassailably ensuring that you handsomely confronted even the most devilishly insidious situation in the chapter of life,
Every day is a new day; profusely charming even the most dolorously deadened of your senses with the melodious chirp of the boisterous sparrow; filtering a path of unfathomable exuberance; on every step that you holistically tread,
Every day is a new day; beautifully alluring every frigidly hopeless pore on your skin; with compassionate beams of ardent belonging and princely togetherness,
Every day is a new day; fervently impressing upon you that life was patriotically endless; with each moment unveiling; sagaciously apprising you of its unsurpassably Omnipresent aura,
Every day is a new day; deluging your drearily staggering countenance with the unbelievably ecstatic melody in the atmosphere; celestially uplifting you from the dungeons of disparagingly ominous despair,
Every day is a new day; magnificently greeting you with an incomprehensible ocean of hope and emphatic excitement; making you bask in the essence of a harmoniously symbiotic existence,
Every day is a new day; magnanimously commiserating with all your traumatized anguish; perpetually ensuring that the rays of the divine; majestically caressed each quarter of your tumultuously bereaved soul,
Every day is a new day; stupendously enthralling you with its enamoring entrenchment of tireless proliferation; spawning a gorge of unrelenting enthusiasm on every puff of air that you embraced,
Every day is a new day; weaving its magically reinvigorating spell upon each ingredien
t of your blood disdainfully frozen under avalanches of bizarre commercialism; perpetuating you with supremely Omniscient power to; synergistically survive,
Every day is a new day; with the astounding network of colors in the cosmos not only soothing your extinguishing existence; but triggering you to mystically unravel into the spirit of vivid glory,
Every day is a new day; indefatigably breathing upon you the most grandiloquent elixir of life; flooding your nostrils with the scent of ravishing roses sprouting full throttle; in the fathomless valley,
Every day is a new day; guiding you on the path of impeccably scintillating truth; wholesomely snapping even the most diminutive fang of derogatory prejudice;
from the realms of your innocuous conscience,
And every day is a new day; replenishing each beat of your traumatically anguished heart with enchanting love; immortally metamorphosing every wind of defeat