While it is only those who harmoniously share the inner most recesses of their unequivocally truthful soul with all sparkling goodness in the atmosphere; who eventually transcend past the dormitories of; the eternally gratifying and resplendent heavens.
Pledge as vehemently as you can; but shrinking to an infinitesimally disappearing minnow; in the lap of the incorrigibly closed and retreating fist; will forever ensure that you remain disastrously famished for times immemorial,
While it is only those who kiss ghastly death in its face to unrelentingly surge ahead in righteously scintillating life; who eventually become the perennial martyrs of mankind.
Smile as wide as you can; but after the heart of sinister midnight and that too relishing behind the acrimoniously salacious cactus; will forever make you
rot in gutters of forlorn loneliness,
While it is only those who altruistically relinquish every speck of their own jubilation to enlighten a ray of unconquerable hope in disparagingly despairing lives; who eventually cherish the most impregnable blessings of the Omnipotent divine.
Breathe as deep as you can; but buckets of murderously blood stained desperation; will gorily curse upon you forever and countless more births to come; a survival
more acrid than cloudbursts of hell,
While it is only those who synergistically inhale and exhale the essence of unassailable honesty; who eventually and immortally continue to exist as the priceless leaders of humanity.
And love as unfathomable as you can; but brutally imprisoning your beats in the rat race of stinkingly beleaguered commercialism; will convert you into a lecherous ghost even in the most robustly pristine of your youth,
While it is only those who wholeheartedly open and unite their hearts with unconquerable love; who eventually pioneer the grandiloquent religion of togetherness; who eventually are able to live life truly kingsize.
25. BECAUSE
Because it was torrentially raining from fathomless carpets of crimson sky; I was flamboyantly ecstatic; surging forward many a continent; with unprecedented euphoria in my veins,
Because the Sun was brilliantly shimmering; I was full and profound with dazzling enlightenment; to optimistically lead each instant of vivaciously blissful life,
Because the nightingale was melodiously singing; I felt besieged with whirlwinds of tantalizing enchantment; profusely reinvigorating every iota of my beleaguered countenance; with the celestial cadence in the atmosphere,
Because the ocean was ravishingly undulating; I felt philandering on the most exhilarating expedition of my life; handsomely kissing all benign goodness
uninhibitedly wandering around; with the fervor of an ebulliently untamed prince,
Because the sheep were innocuously chewing grass on the velvety meadows; I felt as if immaculately bouncing through the turnstiles of supreme innocence; harmoniously assimilating all philanthropic graciousness prevalent on this bountiful planet,
Because the kite was soaring majestically through the silken clouds; I felt unequivocally bereft of even the most infinitesimal of tensions in murderously
manipulative life; euphorically galloping forward to embrace the winds of astounding mysticism,
Because perennial rivers of holistic honey dribbled delectably from the hive; I felt like an unassailably priceless prince; romantically enshrouding every cranny of my devastated persona; with fireballs of compassionate yearning,
Because the wind swept the panoramic landscape in tumultuous torrents; I felt unfathomably rhapsodic; boisterously leaping like a new born child; nostalgically reminiscing the most gloriously scintillating moments of my impoverished life,
Because streaks of poignant lightening vividly bludgeoned the misty sky; I felt unsurpassable waves of dynamic patriotism prolifically enshroud my demeanor from all sides; propelling me to relinquish every breath of mine; for the sake of my sacrosanct motherland,
Because the squirrels were fervently bustling through the gregarious kaleidoscope of vibrantly rustling trees; I felt as if existence was endless; chalking my very own path to survive; on every step that I tread,
Because the lions were thunderously roaring; I felt valiantly encapsulated by a wind of unflinching charisma; indefatigably blazing my way forward; on the path of eternal righteousness,
Because the dewdrops were romantically glimmering in the ethereal morning light; I felt like an illuminating beam of fortitude; magnanimously infiltrating into every dwelling entrenched with horrendously inexplicable despair,
Because unconquerably voluptuous scent wafted from the garden of stupendously blossoming roses; I felt as if even the most inconspicuous of misery had wholesomely
vanquished from my life; freshly embarking on a trail of gorgeously spell binding newness,
Because the Moon flirted resplendently in the firmament of aristocratic sky; I felt profusely drowned in an enigmatic reservoir of milky fantasy; enthralling every pore of my dead flesh; with the incomprehensible titillation of the starry night,
Because the lids mischievously winked with the beautifully setting Sun; I felt overwhelmingly seduced by nubile maidens whistling in rapturous delight; bequeathing a countless more lives of mine; at their mysteriously pristine feet,
Because my newly born child wailed in immaculately Godly unison; I felt as if the most grandiloquently richest organism alive; marvelously condoning even the most vociferously pertinent of my enemies; yet alive,
Because the shadows inscrutably lengthened with the rampantly fading light; I felt indefatigably stumbling upon a path of innovatively ingenious intrigue; fabulously whispering the innermost desires of my soul; to the radiantly silent leaves,
Because my mother incessantly kept me close to her divinely bosom; I felt the most invincibly blessed man on this gigantic planet; taking birth for times immemorial; only in the impregnable walls of her heavenly womb,
And because the thunderbolts of immortal love perpetually perpetuated into the corridors of my passionately palpitating heart; I felt as if synergistically breathing till beyond the realms of wonderful eternity; felt as if death could not even make the slightest dent on me; and forever alive.
26. A CARPET OF LIFE
I wore a brilliantly orange cloak of vibrant oranges; when I felt I was ardently surging forward; towards the fireballs of untamed exuberance,
I wore a sedately tranquil apron of celestial dewdrops; when I felt a wave of overwhelming contentment wholesomely enshrouding; every iota of my profusely fatigued countenance,
I wore a seductive cistern of rustling tree leaves; when I felt the bountifully enchanting winds of the astoundingly tantalizing night; tickle me like a new
born child,
I wore a mystically fragrant garland of robust roses; when I felt every step of my impoverished existence; unfurling into an unfathomably priceless ocean of
virile dreams,
I wore a thunderously poignant tiger skin; when I felt the insatiable inferno of surreptitious carnal desire; transcend its ebullient spell over each of my; devastatingly beleaguered senses,
I wore a titillating cloud of enamoring velvet; when I felt the skies of profoundly enigmatic mysticism; unrelentingly bequeathing upon me; the spell binding rain
drops of perennial yearning,
I wore a statue of profusely intrepid earth; when I felt the unflinchingly impregnable mountain of blazing patriotism; scintillating unleash from every pore of my
nimble visage,
I wore a piquant shawl of tumultuously fiery chili; when I felt irascibly provoked by the uncouthly savage and acrimoniously conventional society; when the spirit of retribution was all that diffused from my diminutive soul,
I wore a gorgeous sheet of emphatically whistling bells; when I felt jubilantly philandering through the aisles of fascinating romance; euphorically hoodwinking the majestic Sun; before it kissed the horizons goodbye,
I wore a sparkling scarf of innocuously radiating pearls; when I felt as if the entire g
randiloquence on this Universe; had divinely blended with each droplet of my effusively scarlet blood,
I wore a dilapidated curtain of threadbare cotton; when I felt invidiously stabbed for centuries immemorial; by dolorously depressing coffins of; bizarre loneliness,
I wore a incredulously slim handkerchief of moisture; when I felt the blistering heat of the treacherously sweltering Sun; disdainfully scorch my demeanor to; gruesomely livid ash,
I wore a compassionately warm mattress of sheepskin; when I felt particles of forlorn remorsefulness infiltrate deep down into my soul; when the avalanches of freezing winter unsparingly endeavored their best; to asphyxiate the last breath out of
my lungs,
I wore boundless helmets of formidable solidarity; when the sky surrounding me rained down globules of penalizing hell; ruthlessly lambasting my body with
whirlwinds of maliciously disparaging discontent,
I wore colossal jackets of ravishing watermelon skin; when I felt my mind was going insanely berserk; when I felt that I needed to melodiously placate that extra iota of my; vindictive steam,
I wore a robotic map of pragmatic commercialism; when I felt that I was drifting a trifle too much; towards the world of surreally meaningless and lackadaisical nothingness,
I wore an irrefutably unassailable fortress of truth; when I felt that I was blissfully transiting into impeccable childhood; seeking the most mesmerizing of solace in life; in the feet of my divinely mother,
I wore a stupendously grandiloquent entrenchment of breath; when I felt that I was deliberating dwindling towards my morbidly insidious corpse; when I felt as
if I had abnegated all charm to exist,
And I wore an immortal carpet of unconquerable life; when I felt I was falling in sacred love; perpetually entwining every element of my persona with my heavenly
beloved; forever and ever and ever.
27. MAN- THE MAKER OF HIS OWN DESTINY
It was perhaps natural if the deserts blamed the flaming Sun for acrimoniously blistering into tumultuous heat; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just relentlessly whirling into a pool of disdainful dust and mirage; all night and
brilliant day,
It was perhaps natural if the trees blamed the vengeful hurricanes for devastating their blissful entity into an inconspicuously bedraggled heap; as they were perpetually unable to anything; other than just incessantly embedding their roots deeper and
deeper into stony cocoons of lackluster soil,
It was perhaps natural if the crops blamed the torrential floods for wholesomely disorienting them into pools of frigidly soiled banana skins; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just obediently sway in the direction of the
nimble winds,
It was perhaps natural if the frogs blamed the despondent well for perniciously incarcerating them into dungeons of despair; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just loquaciously leaping within the interiors; for countless more
births yet to unveil,
It was perhaps natural if the oceans blamed the fleet of ominously advancing ships for profusely adulterating their ravishingly tantalizing waters; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just tirelessly undulating into a fountain of rhapsodically tangy froth,
It was perhaps natural if the roses blamed the abominable gutters for insidiously tarnishing its mystical island of ebullient scent; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just blossom into eternal fragrance with the unfurling of ethereal dawn,
It was perhaps natural if the grass blamed the treacherously trampling juggernaut of trucks for squashing them indiscriminately into graveyards of horrendous death; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just fluttering in unbelievably aristocratic unison; to the commands of the seductively enthralling breeze,
It was perhaps natural if the mountains blamed the brutally freezing snow for making them ludicrously shiver even in the heart of the flamboyantly boisterous day; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just gigantically tower into the
handsome gorge of clouds; for boundless more births yet to unveil,
It was perhaps natural if the dungeons blamed the ominous blackness for barbarically asphyxiating them in galleries of unsurpassable doom; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just being timelessly submerged infinite kilometers; beneath the surface of jubilant earth,
It was perhaps natural if the nightingale blamed the ferocious lion for satanically massacring the celestial melody in its fascinating sound; as it was perpetually unable to do anything; other than just beautiful unveil the mesmerizing chords of its throat;
to incomprehensible ecstasy,
It was perhaps natural if the photograph blamed euphoric vivaciousness for continuously teasing it to beyond the threshold limits of endurance; as it was
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just stare in patient innocuousness; infinite hours on the trot,
It was perhaps natural if the spider blamed the wildly whirling winds for decimating its web into a pulverized junkyard; as it was perpetually unable to do anything; other than just frantically run and suspend itself nervously from the silken strands,
It was perhaps natural if the honey blamed the lethally venomous snake for salaciously marauding its township of ebullient sweetness; as it was perpetually
unable to do anything; other than just ooze into a enchantingly spell binding harmony; every unveiling instant of the day,
It was perhaps natural if the rainbows blamed the viciously clandestine clouds for snobbishly obfuscating their vibrantly resplendent sparkle; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just vividly sprout up and stringently adhere to
the sky; in times of both Sunshine and bountiful rain,
It was perhaps natural if milk blamed stagnatingly dilapidated water for rendering its immaculately salubrious persona into a worthless pool of insipid nothingness; as it was perpetually unable to anything; other than just cascade in synergistic harmony from the sacred teats of Mother cow,
It was perhaps natural if the parrots blamed cages for surreptitiously imprisoning their compassionately uninhibited freedom; as they were perpetually unable
to do anything; other than just cheekily chirp in innocently holistic tandem,
It was perhaps natural if the ants blamed the savagely marching elephants for squelching them to countless kilometers beneath their veritably stinking graves; as
they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just harmlessly squirm in collective troops and symbiotically upon cold soil,
It was perhaps natural if the fruits blamed the capricious branches of the tree for hurling them uncouthly towards the apathetic ground at the slightest draught of breeze; as they were perpetually unable to do anything; other than just robustly augmenting in shape and size; as time merrily elapsed by,
But it was unfathomably preposterous if man blamed the Almighty Creator for his unrelenting string of ridiculous failures; for although the Omnipotent Lord
had majestically spawned him with passionately crimson blood and bone; he was himself and irrefutably the maker of his own destiny.
28. TOMORROW NEVER COMES
I will blossom into an island of sparkling newness; diffusing a river of profusely humanitarian empathy,
But only at the crack of marvelously voluptuous dawn; tomorrow.
I will ubiquitously waft a wave of irrefutable righteousness; annihilating every trace of salacious lechery entrapped within my persona,
But only at the first rays of ethereal Sunrise and beauty; tomorrow.
I will diligently assimilate all principles of holistically sagacious life; spawn into an eternal flower of uninhibited mankind,
But only at the primordial unfurling of brilliantly royal morning and cheer; tomorrow.
I will flamb
oyantly march towards the most bedazzling targets of tranquility; incinerating the candle of humanity in every household besieged with miserably
asphyxiating darkness,
But only at the unraveling of timeless sunshine and rhapsody; tomorrow.
I will exuberantly race towards the ravishingly tantalizing finishing line; wholeheartedly embracing every cloud of philanthropically glittering success,
But only at the unveiling of silken light and heavenly boisterousness; tomorrow.
I will enthusiastically adore every benevolently animate and inanimate entity; with profound empathy in my impeccable soul,
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