Be it belonging to the incongruously bohemian barking dog; who uncontrollably growled nineteen to the dozen even in ghastly midnight; until its voice was eventually heard by its callous master,
Be it belonging to the perennially flowering tree; which blossomed into umpteenth a dazzling leaf every now and again; and whose each minuscule root had entrapped in it; the hidden enigmas of a time before time was pragmatically born,
Be it belonging to the diminutively impoverished cubicle of stray ice; trembling an infinite times every unfurling instant; in anticipation of its worst enemy the "Sun" blazing out; and forever pulverizing the chapter of its existence beyond its livid grave,
Be it belonging to the indiscriminately behemoth dinosaur; for whom everything else on earth was a maudlin buffoonery of time; as it toyed with all creation in the center of its palm; till its last breath destined,
Be it belonging to the insignificantly tiny shell lying astray on the skewed shores; fighting left; right and center for its very existence; even as each gigantic wave inexorably tried to drown to the rock bottom of the sea,
Be it belonging to the vivaciously dancing peacock; which spread its romantic plumage full throttle in anticipation of its dream mate; with the very first showers of ravishingly golden rain,
Be it belonging to the obnoxiously fetid cockroach; spending an infinite of its lives fretfully meandering round the disdainful lavatory seat; an indescribable miles far away from the freshness of rising Sunlight,
Be it belonging to the raunchily descending bat; searching for every conceivable prey of its blindfolded; since its very first cry of morosely blackened and topsy-turvy hackneyed life,
Be it belonging to most impoverished ingredient of the atmosphere; swept to its non-existent grave every second by the slightest puff of wind; and then found floating again in some indecipherable part of the fathomless Universe,
Be it belonging to the very last brick in the boundlessly deep foundation; which timelessly winced in unheard pain; an intransigently agonizing scream which fell on deaf ears and with only the darkness around it as its lone companion,
Be it belonging to the pinch of vapid dust; which either got ruthlessly swept; heartlessly trampled; ludicrously blown; condemningly spat upon; by every cold-blooded stroke of unsparing destiny,
Be it belonging to the velvety blade of emerald grass; which perennially romanced in the aisles of untamed desire; with each droplet of mesmerizing golden dew,
Be it belonging to the evanescent entrenchment of the parsimonious horizons; which try as hard as they could; but were never successful in salvaging their own identity; amidst the day; afternoon and wild night,
Be it belonging to the incongruously babbling eunuch; stretching to every threshold of raucously unimaginable obscenity; in order to evict those quintessential bundles of currency from the spurious society outside,
O! Yes, be it belonging to conceivably anyone on this tirelessly ingratiating earth; every palpitating ?heart has; is; and shall forever remain an unconquerably ?"Deep Ocean of secrets".
17. EVERYTIME MY HEART PALPITATED FOR EXISTENCE
Some relentlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to relieve the unsurpassable restlessness that irksomely leaked from each pore of their; frenetically trembling fingers,
Some unceasingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to give each day of theirs a meaningfully pragmatic start; judiciously adhering to every conceivable thumb rule of cleanliness embossed in the scientific textbooks,
Some thoroughly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant their otherwise haplessly beleaguered demeanors; that supreme hilt of sparkling achievement,
Some intransigently wiped the dust of it; just in order to be that very first infallible pioneering leaf; in the whole new chapter of bountifully civilized cleanliness,
Some fanatically wiped the dust of it; just in order to sight even the most infinitesimal curve of their facial contours; in its now wholesomely brand-new transparently scintillating glass,
Some painstakingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to keep even the faintest shadows of their existence pollution free; inhale an air more purer than what could be found in rhapsodically majestic paradise,
Some maniacally wiped the dust of it; just in order to wonderfully mollify their everyday habitual rages of exonerating every speck of grime; to beyond the realms of nothingness,
Some listlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to expend their latently thwarted energies into something alien; whilst profoundly concentrating upon the cherished targets of their lives,
Some inexhaustibly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant it the highest honor of their otherwise impoverished lives; seeking refuge in its invincibly peaceful contours-when the rapacious balderdash of the planet became too devilish to bear,
Some iteratively wiped the dust of it; just in order to tickle the otherwise robotically estranged hair of their nostrils; with the unabashedly merry-making particles that bellowed in a jiffy inside,
Some snobbishly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant themselves a feeling of fecklessly frigid superiority; that its destiny of whether to be clean or not; entirely depended upon the swish of their nonchalant thumbs,
Some laboriously wiped the dust of it; just in order to holistically rejuvenate blood in their otherwise haplessly paralyzed fingers; which had gotten so ruthlessly numb in the freezing winter morning,
Some irately wiped the dust of it; just in order to get rid of their inexplicably unwonted irritation; as they disgustingly snapped at every conceivable thing in vicinity since the first crack of dawn,
Some unstoppably wiped the dust of it; just in order to ease those endlessly painstakingly hours that lay inevitably in store; and that had to be conquered to taste the fruits of blissful success,
Some lackadaisically wiped the dust of it; just in order to merely caress their bewitchingly dreaming fingers; with a tiny ocean of glimmering pristine silk,
Some devoutly wiped the dust of it; just in order to regroup the miserably hackneyed lines of their shattered destiny; in its myriad labyrinths of mystical sacredness,
Some despairingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to frantically search for those stolen moments of happiness; which could be slyly lurking in the recesses of infinite oblivion behind,
Some dedicatedly wiped the dust of it; just in order to timelessly worship the image behind; from which eternally radiated every single pulse; every single color of their impoverished lives,
Whilst I never ever cleaned it; neither did I ever see the frame in which it was kept; yet immortally felt the photo of my God in its most royally unassailable form; everytime my heart palpitated for existence; everytime my heart throbbed for symbiotic life.
18. HE WHO DEFINITELY KNEW THAT HE'D DIE.
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst traversing through the forests; and the uncouthly ferocious lion snapping each bone of their apart into a countless disparaging fragments,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst voyaging through the ocean; haplessly drowning to the rock-bottom; and being sporadically pulverized by the hedonistic jaws of the shark,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst seated in the luminous aircraft; with the air-conditioned bewitchment eventually crashing and exploding like frigid pieces of nothingness against the cold-blooded rocks,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst at war with abhorrent neighboring land; being ruthlessly beheaded if caught; or otherwise being blown up like nonchalant ash-at the vindictive strike of the missile,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst cremating their near and dear ones; with the inconsolably despairing hopelessness of the situation; metamorphosing them into a living carcass for the remainder of their lives,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
inevitably impersonating invidious shades of lies to survive; with this most dreaded sin of existence forever dissolving them into their invisible corpse,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst toiling towards their dreams of becoming the richest man; with the last ounce of power in their bones eventually succumbing to the most unthinkably murderous rat-raced exhaustion,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst fast asleep past ghoulish midnight; with the most dreadfully maiming nightmares of all times snapping the last fangs of their inimitable breath,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst clambering towards the ultimate peak of Everest; ruthlessly devoured by the unstoppable onslaught of the avalanche and the heartlessly freezing wind,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst giving miraculous birth to more of their own; with the excruciating pains of labor silencing the tiniest cry to palpitate in their souls,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst undergoing the wrath of morbid betrayal; with their breaths naturally ending before-they could dare view their beloved being passionately embraced and caressed in alien arms,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst speeding on the express highways; when clashing metal to brutal metal would foment such an acrimonious ball of fire-as never witnessed in history before,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst stepping out to earn their own bread; with the treacherously parasitic attitude of people around-extricating the very last droplet of their innocuous blood,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst the earthquake suddenly struck; being cold-bloodedly sucked into the horrendously fulminating belly of the earth-where there graves lay already dug,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst strapped to the exuberant parachute; with the ferociously plundering storm rendering them wailing and wingless-in their uncontrolled descent towards murderous stony ground,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst facing the relentlessly inhuman torture by the police; as they mustered up all their non-existent courage to divulge the devil hidden in their dastardly souls,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst anticipating their final examination results; with the feeblest contingency of a failure and the flagrant exoneration by the society thereafter; cruelly asphyxiating each of their heartbeat in their chests,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst attempting to change the course of their otherwise satanic destiny; with the irrefutably pre-destined sinking them deeper and deeper into their graves-the harder they tried to redefine and revolutionize time,
And then I met him; uncontrollably trembling and slavering in the mortuaries of uncertainty-he who definitely knew that he'd die; as he'd shared just a few idiosyncratically weak moments of his with his spouse; a few moments which he wanted to entirely erase from the chapter of his impoverished life-but she on the other hand was waiting like a famished tigress to repeat the same to him at the tiniest human error he committed; and without the slightest of reason or rhyme.
19. WHEN I WASN'T WRITING POETRY.
Its like the highest summit of the Himalayas suddenly feeling disastrously pale and defeated; even infront of the most infinitesimally lackluster of squandering ants,
Its like those unlimited swarm of bumble bees suddenly feeling extremely bitter and remorseful; even in the heart of their hives-profusely inundated with nothing else but celestial honey,
Its like the flamboyantly brilliant Sun suddenly feeling as if pathetically squatting in limp darkness; even in the midst of the most tempestuously sweltering afternoon,
Its like the most towering of dinosaur suddenly feeling unable to gobble a minuscule leaf; even as several thousand of its teeth uncontrollably minced and roared to devour endless civilizations; just for morning breakfast,
Its like an infinite avalanches of the most frozen ice suddenly feeling like melting into nothingness; even as the chilliest winds of unsparing winter made mercury dip to several hundred degrees below trusted zero,
Its like the most robustly rollicking of body suddenly feeling like starving to an inconsolable death; even when sumptuously fed every hour with the best fruits and ingredients of nature divine,
Its like the most holistically inimitable brain suddenly feeling like heading towards inexplicable dementia; even when effortlessly solving the most pragmatic problems of mathematics at unbelievable speeds,
Its like the most amazingly fecund patches of timelessly proliferating earth suddenly feeling infertile; even infront of the disgracefully impotent wails of the vindictive eunuch,
Its like the stringently unstoppable needles of the clock suddenly feeling like stagnating in the mortuaries of solitariness; even as time inexhaustibly ticked forward to unveil into a revolutionary new tomorrow,
Its like the most gorgeously burgeoning of rose suddenly feeling asphyxiated from all quarters with worthless stink; even when people from all quarters of the globe were inevitably drawn solely to its invincible scent,
Its like the eternally rising sea wave suddenly feeling like the most listlessly pulverized weed; even infront of the fetid pile of slush incongruously blabbering near the
lifeless gutter,
Its like the exuberantly twinkling star suddenly feeling that blackness was the sole ruler of the sadistic night; even though it filtered the most optimistic path of hope to survive in the darkness; savagely menacing around,
Its like the very first showers of ecstatically torrential rain suddenly feeling lividly desolate; even infront of the most worthlessly cringing and miserably abandoned desert sands,
Its like ebullient blood gushing through the veins suddenly feeling as if it belonged to someplace else; even as it indefatigably pumped the heart with unconquerable exhilaration,
Its like the majestic spider perched in the center of its web suddenly feeling decimated by a boundless feet on ground; even though the strands of silk absorbed it more compassionately and profound; into its own perseveringly crafted castle,
Its like the most wondrously efficacious panacea on this planet suddenly feeling that it was abhorrent venom; even though it marvelously and untiringly continued on its miraculous healing spree,
Its like the strongest foundation on soil suddenly feeling it'd worthlessly buried a countless feet under dead soil; even though it hadn't moved a whisker; in the most treacherously vengeful earthquake of the decade,
Its like the most immortal of heartbeat suddenly feeling blasphemously betrayed; even though the sky of perpetual love continued to harness and replenish the most inconspicuous of its desires,
And I can assure you, it was indeed much worse than all of the above; a feeling too unthinkably cursed to describe to even the goriest of devils out there; when though I had the entire wealth of the world-but unfortunately wasn't writing poetry.
20. BRUTALLY BROKEN HEART
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the diminutively flickering flame of the obfuscated candle; which intermittently sprang up rays of jubilant hope in the ghastliest of blackness,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on those rare and Spartan globules of water; haplessly trapped amidst the sweltering granules of the desert soil,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the sporadically appearing rainbows in the hazily lit expanse of sky; which cast a spell of uncanny enchantment upon every organism alive,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the enigmatically tantalizing mirages; which inexhaustibly kept the spirit of existence and aspirations alive,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on t
he invisible droplets of blood of their sacred ancestors; which were the most altruistic rays of optimism amidst the profusely blood stained battlefield,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the precariously thin line which ran between insuperable truth and flagrant lies; which gave them the option of relishing both aspects of mundane life,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the fragrance of the seasonal lotus; which suddenly sprouted out of nowhere in the middle of livid slush; and yet miraculously enlightened every frazzled eyeball alive,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the very first droplet of rain which cascaded from sensuously cloudy sky; inexplicably tracing a countless of their past existence in its pristine glimmer,
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