Skin
When i felt the scarred and abraded skin of unripened
orange,
it caused silent tremors in multiple pores of my
flesh.
when i touched the cold skin of pale chipped marble,
shivers of dormant jubilation made me smile.
when i caressed rough skin of unprocessed grey stone,
feelings of utter disdain crept slowly through cellars
of my...
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Skin When i felt the scarred and abraded skin of unripened orange, it caused silent tremors in multiple pores of my flesh. when i touched the cold skin of pale chipped marble, shivers of dormant jubilation made me smile. when i caressed rough skin of unprocessed grey stone, feelings of utter disdain crept slowly through cellars of my blood. when i felt the satiny skin of pure silk garment, a serene calm descended painstakingly over my persona. when I touched the skin of crystal flowing mountain water, nostalgic memories flooded in domains of longing heart. when I slapped the skin of languid grass blades, tingling sensations catapulted me to dizzy heights of ecstasy. when I kneaded thoroughly the skin of unbaked dough, circulation of red blood increased by leaps and bounds in all regions of body. when I licked the skin of sickening sweet chocolate candy, it sent spurts of energy to torn cells of anguished heart. When I sipped nonchalantly elastically translucent skin of brown ru
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Start and end
Perennially insuperable happiness STARTS; exactly from
the point where the traumatic voices of self
inflicting insanity and meaningless frigid depression;
ENDS,
Blazingly inimitable triumph STARTS; exactly from the
point where the cadaverously ignominious and
deliriously forlorn graveyard of betrayal; ENDS,
Enchantingly...
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Start and end Perennially insuperable happiness STARTS; exactly from the point where the traumatic voices of self inflicting insanity and meaningless frigid depression; ENDS, Blazingly inimitable triumph STARTS; exactly from the point where the cadaverously ignominious and deliriously forlorn graveyard of betrayal; ENDS, Enchantingly royal sensuousness STARTS; exactly from the point where the stone of egregiously inane and treacherously decrepit stagnation; ENDS, Stupendously bestowing literacy STARTS; exactly from the point where the apocalypse of dastardly manipulation and population explosion; ENDS, Resplendently effulgent scent STARTS; exactly from the point where the gallows of pathetically devastating and monotonously invidious boredom; ENDS, Unflinchingly fearless martyrdom STARTS; exactly from the point where the venom of grotesquely ludicrous and abjectly derelict cowardliness; ENDS, Peerlessly unsurpassable beauty STARTS; exactly from the point where the web of diabolically d
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Sweat
Slender slices of steel acquired the complexion of
molten curry,
when amber flames of the fire licked their persona
with savage heat.
infinite blades of lush green grass were camouflaged
in dew drops,
after blissful long spells of winter night sleep.
brutally scorched skin of desert camel oozed droplets
of water,
when struck by...
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Sweat Slender slices of steel acquired the complexion of molten curry, when amber flames of the fire licked their persona with savage heat. infinite blades of lush green grass were camouflaged in dew drops, after blissful long spells of winter night sleep. brutally scorched skin of desert camel oozed droplets of water, when struck by incessant heat reigning with immense fervour in all quarters. ornate petals of the red daisy produced nectar in abundance, after hosting a cluster of humming bees having fertile sacs of golden honey. concrete walls embodied with red brick displayed slimy coats of moisture, after brand new strokes of ravishing wall paint. the ergonomically sculptured car seat felt amazingly humid, after i inhabited it, sank on it relishing my posture, for unsurpassable lengths of time. the surface of earth vomited Herculean amounts of sizzling lava, imprisoned within its innermost core for decades in strangulation. colossal masses of rich black clouds excreted gallon
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That woman
Every tree flooded the atmosphere with vibrantly
exhilarating breeze; blissfully impregnating a wave of
enchantment in the dolorously deadened atmosphere
around,
But my eyes were intransigently searching for that
tree which yielded compassionate shade; engulfing even
the most infinitesimal iota of my monotonous
dreariness;...
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That woman Every tree flooded the atmosphere with vibrantly exhilarating breeze; blissfully impregnating a wave of enchantment in the dolorously deadened atmosphere around, But my eyes were intransigently searching for that tree which yielded compassionate shade; engulfing even the most infinitesimal iota of my monotonous dreariness; with astoundingly heavenly tranquility…. Every cloud in the fathomless sky looked vividly enchanting; celestially drifting into boundless bits of satiny space, But my eyes were uncompromisingly searching for that cloud which would torrentially rain; entrench every dying pore of my countenance with ecstatic tumblers of; divinely ravishing rain water…. Every wave in the gigantic ocean was gloriously undulating; disseminating into a festoon of enamoring froth after clashing against the chain of majestically ragged rocks, But my eyes were unrelentingly searching for that wave which would reach the shores of my tyrannically tortured life; Omnisciently enlight
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The darker side and the brighter aspect
The darker side of blindness was an unrelenting
camouflage of austere black,
while brighter aspect of the same was a sensitive
tuning of the hollow ear
drum.
The darker side of a wounded bruise was gushing
streams of blood flowing,
while brighter aspect of the same; was firm resilience
to...
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The darker side and the brighter aspect The darker side of blindness was an unrelenting camouflage of austere black, while brighter aspect of the same was a sensitive tuning of the hollow ear drum. The darker side of a wounded bruise was gushing streams of blood flowing, while brighter aspect of the same; was firm resilience to anguish and pain. The darker side of the ocean was drowning to death, while brighter aspect of the same was; a cluster of striped fish swimming. The darker side of squashed vegetable was clouds of insidious stench emanating, while brighter aspect of the same was blissful manure for an artillery of dead shrub. The darker side of a computer was a total entropy of handwriting, while brighter aspect of the same was crisp outlines of calligraphy ornately printed. The darker side of the twin horned cow was that it was fat and indolent, while brighter aspect of the same was that it suckled gallons of fresh milk. The darker side of the sun was acrimonious rays cau
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The Greatest offering – Part 1
If I used acerbic tree twigs instead of the corrugated
comb to part my hair,
The outcome would be ludicrously funny; with several
strands of follicle
settling wildly on my scalp.
If I used steaming acid instead of water to clean my
persona in the morning,
Blissful patches of my radiant skin would...
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The Greatest offering – Part 1 If I used acerbic tree twigs instead of the corrugated comb to part my hair, The outcome would be ludicrously funny; with several strands of follicle settling wildly on my scalp. If I used steaming acid instead of water to clean my persona in the morning, Blissful patches of my radiant skin would transit to a ghastly brown; as an aftermath of the acrimonious effluent. If I used pure nectar instead of soap to wash my face, There would be a battalion of red ant crawling all over; injecting small vials of sting in my blood. If I used a quilt embossed with thorns to sleep; instead of one with furry cotton, A myriad of spots in my body would bleed; rendering me tossing and turning all throughout the chilly night. If I used raw coal tar instead of sandalwood mascara to embellish my eyes, They would incessantly water; with a host of foreign bodies invading their dainty ambience. If I used water logged cloth instead of sun dried sticks to light a fire, The c
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The lord was watching you
Although there mightn’t be the most bucolic
insinuation of light around; with every conceivable
ingredient of the atmosphere being gruesomely
circumscribed with a coffin of darkness,
Although every leaf around might have slept an
infinite hours ago; with nothing but perpetual
stillness being the mantra of...
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The lord was watching you Although there mightn’t be the most bucolic insinuation of light around; with every conceivable ingredient of the atmosphere being gruesomely circumscribed with a coffin of darkness, Although every leaf around might have slept an infinite hours ago; with nothing but perpetual stillness being the mantra of the lugubriously sullen evening, Although every trace of exuberantly ecstatic wind around might have subsided to infinitesimally ethereal dust; with every commercial activity on this fathomless planet coming to an absolute standstill, Although there might not be the tiniest trace of civilization around; with even the most obsolete shadows of bizarrely treacherous ghosts dogmatically refraining from listlessly floating in free space, Although the stars might be completely obfuscated in mystical sky; by a viciously thunderous blanket of voluptuously titillating clouds, Although the enigmatically cavorting spiders around might have transited into unbreakable sle
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The perfect temperature
When I stepped on the tranquil surface of opalescent
moon,
The temperature that engulfed me was up to levels of
sustainable endurance;
though I felt a trifle uneasy.
When I trespassed through the territory of blistering
sun,
The temperature was astronomical degrees above
boiling; transforming my supple
flesh...
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The perfect temperature When I stepped on the tranquil surface of opalescent moon, The temperature that engulfed me was up to levels of sustainable endurance; though I felt a trifle uneasy. When I trespassed through the territory of blistering sun, The temperature was astronomical degrees above boiling; transforming my supple flesh into briquettes of charred ash. When I walked through densely sprawled meadows of the wild forest, The temperature that encompassed my silhouette; was stringently fluctuating; with the perilous night air stabbing my chest. When I tread on the snow clad summit of the jagged mountain range, The temperature prevalent dipped abysmally below freezing; instantly solidifying volatile blood in my veins. When I plummeted marathon feet under the surface of sky blue sea, The temperature I encountered was disdainfully cold; and I felt imprisoned; draped in a jugglery of water jacket blended with my facial mask of transparent glass. When I ambled languidly through t
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The Silence of Death
A silence.
Which torturously maimed every filament of effulgently blissful imagination.
Which ensured that there could exist no more spell-binding fantasy; forever and ever and
ever.
A silence.
Which was dreaded even by the greatest of humanitarian saints.
Which was the
most ghastily penalizing meditation into...
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The Silence of Death A silence. Which torturously maimed every filament of effulgently blissful imagination. Which ensured that there could exist no more spell-binding fantasy; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was dreaded even by the greatest of humanitarian saints. Which was the most ghastily penalizing meditation into the corpses of atrociously diabolical hell; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was the most meaninglessly amorphous form of tawdrily asphyxiating emptiness. Which wholeheartedly invited only the salaciously plundering devil; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which was the most indescribably jinxed shit of lies. Which was swarmed with nothing else but irreparably hedonistic disease; forever and ever and ever. A silence. Which doomed the most holistically prosperous of civilizations into satanic dust. Which hadn’t the tiniest integrity of its own; being molested and indiscriminately marauded by an infinite devils; forever and ever and
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The ultimate crown
The ultimate crown of my miserably impoverished eyes; was your
eternally
resplendent garden of symbiotically uniting empathy,
The ultimate crown of my diminutively impoverished brain; was your
fantastically endless ocean of enchantingly bountiful dreams,
The ultimate crown of my ethereally impoverished eyelashes; was...
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The ultimate crown The ultimate crown of my miserably impoverished eyes; was your eternally resplendent garden of symbiotically uniting empathy, The ultimate crown of my diminutively impoverished brain; was your fantastically endless ocean of enchantingly bountiful dreams, The ultimate crown of my ethereally impoverished eyelashes; was your timelessly unconquerable inspiration to exuberantly surge forward in every aspect of life, The ultimate crown of my traumatically impoverished lips; was your vivaciously untamed rainbow of eternally blessed sensuousness, The ultimate crown of my depravingly impoverished bones; was your inexhaustible temerity to fearlessly withstand even the most treacherous apocalypses of violent hell, The ultimate crown of my parasitically impoverished fingers; was your inimitably unparalleled festoon of tirelessly majestic artistry, The ultimate crown of my inconspicuously impoverished veins; was the poignantly indomitable flavor of your ubiquitously uniting blood
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Ahmedabad, India
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