No Gaps
The gap between the brilliantly extreme “ North Pole” and supremely
celestial “South Pole: ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perturbed even
an
infinitesimally ethereal iota,
The gap between blistering Sunlit “ East” and desolately whimpering “
West”
was infinite; yet you weren’t disoriented even a clammily...
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No Gaps The gap between the brilliantly extreme “ North Pole” and supremely celestial “South Pole: ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perturbed even an infinitesimally ethereal iota, The gap between blistering Sunlit “ East” and desolately whimpering “ West” was infinite; yet you weren’t disoriented even a clammily squelched iota, The gap between the enigmatically enchanting “Nature ”and disdainfully monotonous “ Concrete Building” was infinite; yet you weren’t hassled even an inconspicuously parsimonious iota, The gap between the fathomlessly iridescent “Sky” and frantically bombarded “Land ” was infinite; yet you weren’t bothered even an ephemerally shrinking iota, The gap between the nostalgically tempestuous “ Past ” and pragmatically placating “ Present ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perpetuated even an fugitively frigid iota, The gap between irrefutably unassailable “ Truth ” and derogatorily cold-blooded “ Lies ”was infinite; yet you weren’t pierced even a fleetingly diminutive io
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Nostalgia
THE FISH SLITHERING in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a nostalgia for
swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean,
The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for growing in farm soil;
with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously,
The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a...
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Nostalgia THE FISH SLITHERING in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean, The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously, The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web; dangling from trees in the amazon forest, The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a nostalgia for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky, The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath the ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in fresh air, The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds; had a nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening rain, The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated dungeons; had a nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun, The lifeless panther embodied
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One woman
I might have eaten different varieties of food every day; appeasing my gluttony with the
exact taste that circulated instantaneously in my tongue,
I might have worn different clothes every day; vacillating between contemporary and
traditional fabric; to succeed in my spurious attempts of looking the best,
I might have talked...
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One woman I might have eaten different varieties of food every day; appeasing my gluttony with the exact taste that circulated instantaneously in my tongue, I might have worn different clothes every day; vacillating between contemporary and traditional fabric; to succeed in my spurious attempts of looking the best, I might have talked in different dialects every day; maneuvering my tongue several times; to achieve that bombastic slang which I had perpetually dreamt of, I might have wandered in different directions every day; incessantly discovering and stimulating my insatiable greed for adventure, I might have read different books every day; profoundly engrossed in the inscrutable tales of enchanting mystery and romance, I might have slept at different places every day; sometimes under the tenacious moonlight blending with placid grass; while sometimes on the astronomical summit of the mountain feasting on the tremendously deep pink gorge, I might have looked in different directions e
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Our love story was being written
The celestially emollient perspiration might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! spell
binding beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our timelessly impeccable
perseverance; was being perpetually written by the unassailably Omnipotent Lord
Almighty,
The lusciously seductive lips might be undoubtedly...
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Our love story was being written The celestially emollient perspiration might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! spell binding beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our timelessly impeccable perseverance; was being perpetually written by the unassailably Omnipotent Lord Almighty, The lusciously seductive lips might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! magnetic beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our tirelessly insatiable passion; was being perpetually written by the insuperably Omnipresent Lord Almighty, The innocuously untainted eyes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! beautiful beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our bountifully burgeoning empathy; was being perpetually written by the royally unshakable Lord Almighty, The mischievously flirtatious eyelashes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! virile beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our uninhibitedly rhapsodic flirtation; was being perpetually written by the infallibly brilliant Lord Almighty,
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Place me in her immortal feet
I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a dinosaur would brutally pulverize me; or whether the
electric bolts of lightening would strike me head-on
from the ominous sky,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about...
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Place me in her immortal feet I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether a dinosaur would brutally pulverize me; or whether the electric bolts of lightening would strike me head-on from the ominous sky, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and blend with gruesomely pathetic cocoons of soil…. I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether a sword would rip me apart to infinite pieces; or whether the lion would swallow me without a single yawn, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and settle down forever in the interiors of my abominably ghastly corpse… I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether a speeding truck would satanically crush my bones; or whether a dungeon of venomous snakes would stab each part of my eye, But it is my humbl
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Praying for forgiveness- To God and his holy messengers…
My love for you; was my sole religion; transcending over every other
discrepancy of caste; creed; color; tribe and humbly endeavoring to
unite the entire planet with the best religion of them all; The
Religion of Humanity,
My obeisance towards you; was my sole enrichment to...
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Praying for forgiveness- To God and his holy messengers… My love for you; was my sole religion; transcending over every other discrepancy of caste; creed; color; tribe and humbly endeavoring to unite the entire planet with the best religion of them all; The Religion of Humanity, My obeisance towards you; was my sole enrichment to live; imbibe the true fragrance of existence in perfect symbiosis with every speck of your fathomlessly wonderful environment, My salutations towards you; were my sole honor to survive amidst a pack of wolves; be unwavering in my stride and mission of goodness; even as the cannibals of greed converged upon me from all ends, My prayers imploring you; were my sole directions in this truncated lifetime; doing my destined job to my very best by your grace; and then leaving everything else upon your Omnipotent stride to decide, My speaking your name; was my sole blessedly enlightened moment of life; making me oblivious to every diabolical dagger thrust towards me;
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Replacements
IF BRICKS IN the edifice were replaced by inflated balloons,
The colossal structure would tumble down on earth; like a pack of soft plastic cards.
If acerbic blades of the ceiling fan were; replaced with satiny Persian cloth,
I would be able to kiss the contraption; even when revolving at full speeds.
If coarse cloth of...
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Replacements IF BRICKS IN the edifice were replaced by inflated balloons, The colossal structure would tumble down on earth; like a pack of soft plastic cards. If acerbic blades of the ceiling fan were; replaced with satiny Persian cloth, I would be able to kiss the contraption; even when revolving at full speeds. If coarse cloth of jagged trouser; was replaced with succulent candy floss, There would be a battalion of red ant crawling up; devouring the sumptuous meal. If a cluster of calcium teeth; were replaced by intricate fillings of wrought iron, The individual would have the prowess to chew the hardest of stone; yet not be able to smile. If the gargantuan body of saline ocean; was replaced by ponds of still water, There would be no whales swimming; with frothy waves disappearing into oblivion. If salubrious juice of jaggery; was replaced by chemical sugar, A myriad of bowels would expurgate themselves; relinquishing taste. If shards of obdurate crystal glass; were replaced b
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Sadly without its beats
Please let us sing together; flooding the dolorously
sultry atmosphere; with the ingratiating passion in
our voice,
Please let us smile together; enlightening the lives
of our dwindling compatriots with optimistic rays of
hope,
Please let us whistle together; piercing the sullen
carpets of air with our...
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Sadly without its beats Please let us sing together; flooding the dolorously sultry atmosphere; with the ingratiating passion in our voice, Please let us smile together; enlightening the lives of our dwindling compatriots with optimistic rays of hope, Please let us whistle together; piercing the sullen carpets of air with our boisterously bubbly tunes; spawning new life into the countless; as every instant unveiled, Please let us fantasize together; conceiving the most mesmerizing beauty overwhelming this fathomless Universe; catapulting into a land as enchanting as the divine, Please let us evolve together; procreating our own progeny; so that we contributed our very best towards continuing your cherished chapter of existence, Please let us eat together; appeasing the hunger of our famished stomachs; to transit thereafter into realms of majestically heavenly sleep, Please let us pray together; asking you to alleviate us of our sins committed inadvertently; asking you to bless the enti
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Signals
When the olive green light enclosed in translucent
sheath of glass beeped,
it was a subtle signal for pedestrians to unanimously
surge forward,
zipping past disdainful white lines of the zebra
crossing; at animated pace.
when acres of soil sprawled on earth scorched
onerously in the flaming sun,
an infinite assembly of hollow...
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Signals When the olive green light enclosed in translucent sheath of glass beeped, it was a subtle signal for pedestrians to unanimously surge forward, zipping past disdainful white lines of the zebra crossing; at animated pace. when acres of soil sprawled on earth scorched onerously in the flaming sun, an infinite assembly of hollow crevice blended infectiously at several quarters, it was a indispensable signal for grey clouds to shower torrential rain. when insidious white powder dribbled in unison from the jet black sheath of scalp hair, inevitable sensations of itching cropped up at barren regions of musk brown skin, it was a lucrative signal for applying chivalrous coats of medicated shampoo. when a cluster of fish slithered haplessly on arid surface of virgin ground, trembling with cold shivers nibbling neglected chunks of wild mushroom, it was a desperate signal to inundate the ambience of fish with surplus water. when the passenger plane nose-dived into satiny azure cocoons
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Sometimes
Sometimes more tender than a new born child;
nostalgically remembering those moments when it was
just born,
Sometimes as ferocious as thunderbolts of lightening
in the sky; capsizing everyone around; in the
tumultuous agony of its insatiable desire….
Sometimes more mystical than the dungeons infinite
feet beneath obdurate...
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Sometimes Sometimes more tender than a new born child; nostalgically remembering those moments when it was just born, Sometimes as ferocious as thunderbolts of lightening in the sky; capsizing everyone around; in the tumultuous agony of its insatiable desire…. Sometimes more mystical than the dungeons infinite feet beneath obdurate soil; harboring a festoon of secrets impossible to comprehend, Sometimes as candid as a mirror; blurting out its innermost of feelings like a parrot on a talking spree…. Sometimes more colorful than the resplendent rainbow in the cosmos; disseminating its myriad of boundless colors to every entity on this planet, Sometimes as dolorous as the dying soul; painstakingly withering away towards its inevitably horrendous grave… Sometimes more blistering than the fulminating volcano; casting its enchanting spell on every philanthropic being on this globe, Sometimes as cowardly as the worm; disappearing into its diminutive den; as the slightest insinuation of fadi
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Style
ABRUPTLY CRISP; SONOROUSLY manipulative; Astutely
target oriented; was the
style of the checkered suit
businessman,
Vibrant breezy; Beautifully serene; Stupendously
animated; was the style of the gigantic trunk oak
tree,
Boisterously escalating; Tenaciously clashing;
Fabulously salty; was the style of the boundlessly
undulating...
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Style ABRUPTLY CRISP; SONOROUSLY manipulative; Astutely target oriented; was the style of the checkered suit businessman, Vibrant breezy; Beautifully serene; Stupendously animated; was the style of the gigantic trunk oak tree, Boisterously escalating; Tenaciously clashing; Fabulously salty; was the style of the boundlessly undulating ocean, Impeccably innocent; Entirely oblivious to vagaries of monotonous life; as innocuous as the virgin sea shores; was the style of the freshly born and incessantly sleeping child, Viciously wicked; Perilously threatening; Furtively clever; was the style of the acerbic tailed & lethally venomous scorpion, Bountifully colossal; Blissfully serene; Dynamically fluttering; was the style of the unfathomable expanse of azure sky, Overwhelmingly verbose; Inundated with countless alphabets; Encompassing every word on this planet; was the style of the leather bound and enchantingly embellished dictionary, Tangily seductive; Voluptuously enticing; Ravishingly bea
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Tangible forms of mud
White specks of dust were visible floating in the air,
as acrimonious beams of sunshine filtered through the
dark room.
golden splinters of sawdust flew in bountiful amounts,
as the serrated periphery of carpenter file,
sank deep in the body of rich slabs of mahogany wood.
granules of silver sand blew gustily in...
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Tangible forms of mud White specks of dust were visible floating in the air, as acrimonious beams of sunshine filtered through the dark room. golden splinters of sawdust flew in bountiful amounts, as the serrated periphery of carpenter file, sank deep in the body of rich slabs of mahogany wood. granules of silver sand blew gustily in the air, colliding with the eyeball at turbulent velocities, as volatile bursts of wind hoisted them high in the air, blessing them magnanimous degrees of elevation. morbid chunks of graveyard soil stuck to my boots, as i trespassed the solitary mass of humid land, weaving my way through a network of coffins, bearing crucified souls of those buried alive during war. i lost ergonomic proportions of poise and balance, hurtling face down towards rock iron sheets of ground concrete, as my feet caressed disdainful cakes of cow dung plaster, the slimy sheath of natural manure prompting me to fall like a pack of cards. my skin glittered like pure gold, infin
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The Cavity was purely mine
Each building had boundless floors; but for me the
best floor was the floor on which she resided; danced
in tireless exuberance and untamed passion every
unfurling hour,
Each city had boundless roads; but for me the best
road was the one on which she trespassed; purifying
the soil on which she tread with her...
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The Cavity was purely mine Each building had boundless floors; but for me the best floor was the floor on which she resided; danced in tireless exuberance and untamed passion every unfurling hour, Each city had boundless roads; but for me the best road was the one on which she trespassed; purifying the soil on which she tread with her sacrosanct footsteps, Each garden had boundless roses; but for me the best rose was the one she caressed; left her exotic perfume lingering mystically upon its enchanting persona, Each tree had boundless branches; but for me the best branch was the one on which she sat; imparting it her compassionate warmth and stupendously charismatic grace, Each dictionary had boundless words; but for me the best word was the one she uttered; explicitly pronounced it with majestic authority, Each cloud in the cosmos showered boundless droplets of rain; but for me the best droplet was the one that drenched her completely; made her look even more voluptuous in the creamy
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The Fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying love
A one to one with her majestically emphatic eyes; and I felt as if
dancing
in the aisles of pristinely burgeoning paradise; for an infinite more
births
of mine,
A one to one with her lusciously redolent lips; and I felt as if
uninhibited
exhilaration couldn’t have been ever better; with...
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The Fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying love A one to one with her majestically emphatic eyes; and I felt as if dancing in the aisles of pristinely burgeoning paradise; for an infinite more births of mine, A one to one with her lusciously redolent lips; and I felt as if uninhibited exhilaration couldn’t have been ever better; with my desire to survive now more insuperably profound; than the entire wave of existence on this fathomless planet, A one to one with her impeccably royal conscience; and I felt as if there was the Sun of Omnipotent truth; on even the most infinitesimally fugitive cranny of this colossal Universe, A one to one with her magically resplendent palms; and I felt as if I was united in the cosmos of everlasting humanity for times immemorial; as if I was destined to forever bond with every conceivable fraternity of mankind, A one to one with her robustly effulgent cheeks; and I felt as if timelessly singing in the caverns of immaculately unadulterated childhood; wond
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The Irretrievable culprit
It was not the unbelievably long road that criminally tired you; the grain of nonchalantly
sluggish sand in your dastardly shoe; was the quintessential culprit instead,
It was not the fathomlessly endless sky that parasitically nonplussed you; the cloud of
decrepit isolation in your fecklessly spurious brain;...
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The Irretrievable culprit It was not the unbelievably long road that criminally tired you; the grain of nonchalantly sluggish sand in your dastardly shoe; was the quintessential culprit instead, It was not the fathomlessly endless sky that parasitically nonplussed you; the cloud of decrepit isolation in your fecklessly spurious brain; was the cardinal culprit instead, It was not the limitlessly sweltering desert that disdainfully charred you; the heat of treacherously pulverizing prejudice in your soul; was the dogmatic culprit instead, It was not the unfathomably towering mountain that entirely gobbled you; the slope of baselessly slavering fear in your bones; was the invidious culprit instead, It was not the inexhaustible wind of winter that disastrously squelched you; the chill of deathly isolation in every ingredient of your blood; was the irrevocable culprit instead, It was not brilliantly unending sunshine that tanned and perplexed you; the ray of worthless snobbishness in every
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The night was still alive
The butter was still fresh; with adorable crusts of
cream oozing poignantly from its molten persona,
The rose was still blossoming; with its ravishing
redolence reinvigorating everything around in dull
atmosphere,
The stream was still gushing at electric speeds; with
its gurgling waters diffusing into spell...
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The night was still alive The butter was still fresh; with adorable crusts of cream oozing poignantly from its molten persona, The rose was still blossoming; with its ravishing redolence reinvigorating everything around in dull atmosphere, The stream was still gushing at electric speeds; with its gurgling waters diffusing into spell binding froth after clashing against the chain of ecstatic rocks, The peacock was still dancing; with its feathers spread wildly wide to a completely full and exotically animated plumage, The grass blades were still awake; with glistening dew drops now enigmatically caressing their intricate visage, The stars still twinkled in the sky; with the magnificent white beams of light casting a majestic spell on the body of pathetically scorched earth, The leaves still vibrantly rustled with the wind; inscrutably whispering their nostalgic tales of day; their stupendously enamoring anecdotes of the past, The lion still roared euphorically; puncturing the sedate amb
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The rhythm of the Creator divine
If you truly consider life to be an extraordinarily
tangy ocean of profound mysticism; feasting in its
panoramically bounteous essence for times immemorial,
Then for you to condemn veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the insuperable Lord Almighty;
infact the most derogatorily appalling sin…
If...
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The rhythm of the Creator divine If you truly consider life to be an extraordinarily tangy ocean of profound mysticism; feasting in its panoramically bounteous essence for times immemorial, Then for you to condemn veritable death; was the greatest insult to the insuperable Lord Almighty; infact the most derogatorily appalling sin… If you truly consider life to be an iridescent bed of roses; spawning into an entrenchment of stupendously enthralling newness every unfurling minute of the day, Then for you to castigate veritable death; was the greatest insult to the perpetual Lord Almighty; infact the most ignominiously gruesome sin… If you truly consider life to be a vivaciously versatile artist; majestically paving each of your way to drift you towards the clouds of insatiably untamed prosperity, Then you for you to lambaste veritable death; was the greatest insult to the Omniscient Lord Almighty; infact the most insidiously decrepit sin…. If you truly consider life to be a marvelously
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The thing I feared the most
When I transgressed through the soil of scorching
desert; with the sun blazing
down my nape in full radiance,
The thing I feared the most was the insatiable desire
for water; which kept
overpowering me when I knew there were no resources
available.
When I was sleeping blissfully in the night; with
mystical...
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The thing I feared the most When I transgressed through the soil of scorching desert; with the sun blazing down my nape in full radiance, The thing I feared the most was the insatiable desire for water; which kept overpowering me when I knew there were no resources available. When I was sleeping blissfully in the night; with mystical reveries besieging my mind, The thing I feared the most; was rambunctious noise jolting me wide awake from my celestial siesta. When I was chopping the trunk of corrugated tree; utilizing the full tenacity of my wrists, The thing I feared the most; was the blade of my axe acquiring incongruous rust; emancipating its sharpness. When I was swimming through placid waters of the river; with lavender coated petals of lotus drifting past my nose, The thing I feared the most; was turbulent waves pervading the still waters; disrupting the synchrony of my swim. When I was traveling up the monumental edifice in an elevator; sighting spacious dwellings now as con
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