You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 7

You die; I die – Love Poems – Part 7
By
Nikhil Parekh
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Author Biography
Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 , 1977 ) , from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet
and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records
India - limcabookofrecords.in , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked
2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of -
' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a
Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle .

The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written
before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry /
literature is normal and natural .
10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for –
( 1 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English
Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary -
for his poem , Come Lets Embrace our New Religion
( 2 ) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian
Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor
General of Canada
( 3 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for
his poem on AIDS which is - Aids doesn't kill . Your Attitude kills .
( 4 ) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best Poetry EBook
( 5 ) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies
from World Leaders and World Organizations .
( 6 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International
Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org .
( 7 ) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at
Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website .
( 8 ) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - Love versus
Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace , at Wattpad.com - The World's most
popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones .
( 9 ) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela ,
has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa .
(10) "Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED
POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15
million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at -
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ".
The Indian Poet has written thousands of poems on - GOD, Peace , Love , Anti
Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father ,
Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty ,
Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and

downloads on the Internet .
Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume
4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 )
, You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to
volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut
your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by
Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his
Poetry .
The Poet’s Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders including the
Queen of England . Visit Nikhil Parekh at – nikhilparekh.org .
About The Poetry Book - This Book which has 50 differently titled
Poems is actually Part 7 of the Book titled – You die; I die – Love Poems ( 1600
pages ) . Poems symbolizing the immortality of love and at times its fickleness.
Parekh takes the reader through a paradise naturally embellished with the ingredients
of eternal romance and its sporadic failures. As they say life and death are two sides
of the coin, similarly with every true anecdote of love there also comes fretful divorce
—a thing which has been most sensitively described throughout this great collection
of poems for the heart. Written and dipped in each ingredient of his passionate
blood, Parekh comes out with startling revelations about the truest of love stories and

their failures. Each verse has been delicately intertwined with a boundless aspects of
relationships, romance, cheating, betrayal and goes on to prove that Immortal Love
towers over every shattered heart. A start to finish with some of the most heart-
rendering love poems ever, this makes a great collection for ever true lover breathing
and desiring to be loved on earth and beyond. This collection of poems aims at
perpetually uniting every heart on this Universe in the spirit of Immortal love and
friendship. Because these are the two quintessential ingredients to lead life till its last
breath. Irrespective of whatever color, faith or religion, it is only the rainbow of love
which can transform the ghastliest monsters and perpetrators of humanity into
peaceful lovers. Therefore this book inexhaustibly endeavors to speak and preach the
language of love even after its last embossed alphabet.
CONTENTS
1. I WANTED TO BREATHE, SLEEP, EAT WITH YOUR NAME
2. TO MAKE HER HAPPY
3. THE MILLION DOLLAR KISS
4. BELOVED
5. WOULD YOU EVER BELIEVE
6. PLEASE DON’T MIND
7. IN ORDER TO BREAK THE MONOTONY

8. NOSTALGIA
9. CAN YOU FIND ME
10. WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT THE WORLD
11. YOU AND I
12. UTTERING HER NAME
13. SOMEWHERE
14. COMPASSIONATELY IN LOVE
15. THE THING
16. IMPRISONED
17. I WOULD CONSIDER MYSELF THE RICHEST
18. THE PLATE OF LOVE
19. USE YOUR HEART
20. WE STILL LOVED EACH OTHER
21. WHERE THERE IS LOVE
22. THE THING I FEARED THE MOST
23. THE BISCUIT OF LOVE
24. WHEN I WANDERED THROUGH THE LANE OF LOVE
25. IF I WERE YOUR HEART
26. BREAKING BARRIERS
27. ASK MY LIFE
28. AS IF THE MOST ULTIMATE OF KINGS.
29. WHY DID I LOVE TO PERPETUALLY LOVE.
30. NO NEW DEFINITIONS
31. I’D PREFER TO LIVE; THAN DIE WITH ALONGWITH YOU.
32. HOMELESS- IN ALL MY MIND; BODY AND SOUL.
33. IMMORTAL LOVE- IS IN GIVING HAPPINESS.
34. AS ALL THE HEART EVER KNEW.
35. SHE REALLY, TRULY AND IMMORTALLY LOVED YOU.
36. WORRY. WORRY. WORRY. INFINITE TIMES WORRY.
37. I’D STILL INSTANTANEOUSLY DIE .
38. UNDER THE VERY BROADEST OF DAYLIGHT
39. TOWARDS THE HEARBEAT OF OMNIPOTENT LIFE.
40. LOVER’S EYE.
41. OUR RELATIONSHIP.
42. WILL YOU STILL ACCEPT ME AS YOUR HUSBAND ?
43. LETS FOREVER STAY; SOLELY AND ONLY AS IMMORTAL
LOVERS.
44. LOVE STORIES ARE IMMORTAL
45. THE GARLAND OF IMMORTAL LOVE
46. AS MUCH AS I LOVED HER
47. THE MOST BLESSED
48. YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE
49. I WOULD STILL CONTINUE TO LOVE HER
50. CLINGING TO MY BELOVED

1. I WANTED TO BREATHE, SLEEP, EAT WITH YOUR NAME
I wanted to breathe your name each time I exhaled out air; impregnating the
atmosphere with your mystical fragrance,
Facilitating your entity to settle; occupying all quarters of my cloistered room.
I wanted to sight your name each time I opened my eyes; granting it a status of being
blissfully omnipresent,

Making me thoroughly oblivious to the tyranny of the world; the ghastly incidences
unleashing themselves on the crowded street.
I wanted to hear your name each time sound drifted into my ears; transforming all
other noise into your splendor,
Making your voice my song for the brilliant morning as well as my rhyme for the
freezing night.
I wanted to recite your name each time I opened my lips; circumventing my face with
an inevitable smile,
Imparting rubicund color to the corners of my cheek; and an enchanting glow to the
fortress of my teeth.
I wanted to imprison your name each time I clenched my fists; keeping it forever
locked in my embrace,
Shielding it wholesomely from nefarious looks of the world; the lechery of savage
souls existing on this globe.
I wanted to digest your name each time I consumed food; enabling me to keep you in
proximity with my intestines,
Eventually becoming an indispensable constituent of my blood; circulating
rambunctiously through my veins.
I wanted to envisage your name each time I felt like dreaming; profoundly
incorporating my mind with your mesmerizing images,
Catapulting me to unprecedented territories of paradise; the very instant I wanted
too.
I wanted to incarcerate your name on my tongue each time I felt thirsty; to satiate the
burning chords bouncing in my throat,
Celestially pacifying my desires; leading me to holistic pathways of spiritual healing.
I wanted to write your name in grandiloquent bold letters each time my fingers itched
to move; accentuating it profoundly on bonded paper,
Portraying the enlightening effect that it has; when sighted in embossed script.
And I wanted to remember your name with the first beams of evanescent dawn; and
the last minute before shutting my eyes,
Blessing me with loads of courage to fight the acerbic day; sleep as unperturbed as
god in the ominous night.

2. TO MAKE HER HAPPY
In order to annoy her all I had to do; was spill some milk on the glistening floor; wipe
my nose on her immaculate apron,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I prepared appetizing lunch for the
afternoon; scrupulously with my own hands.

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was rebuke her sardonically for a plethora of
her household chores,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I embellished her hair with
crimson colored rose; gently caressed her soft cheek.
In order to annoy her all I had to do; was say that she wasn’t looking extravagant in
her new dress,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I swirled her in my arms; hoisting
her high in the sky towards the resplendent stars.
In order to annoy her all I had to do; was look pretty nonchalant when she arrived
home back from shopping,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I sprung at her with surprise gifting
her with a shining pearl; which I had evacuated myself from within the fathomless
ocean.
In order to annoy her all I had to do; was asking her whether “titanic” was indeed a
ship; after she had narrated the entire story,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I honestly told her that she was the
only girl I had loved in my life; she was my “rose” of my heart.
In order to annoy her all I had to do; was to call her indescribable names,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I assisted her in washing the
tainted utensils; vigorously scrubbing the fetid clothes lying in a bedraggled heap.
In order to annoy her all I had to do; was to babble incoherently every time she felt
sleepy at night,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I massaged her dreary feet; sung
mystical rhymes to put her back into a heavenly slumber.
In order to annoy her all I had to do; was refrain to budge an inch from my bed; with
brilliant sunshine circumventing our room,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I carried her on my back down the
volley of stairs; avoiding to travel by the ostentatious elevator.
In order to annoy her all I had to; was forget our anniversary; the day we actually
bound in threads of holy matrimony,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I astounded her by filling the
crevice between her hair with my own blood.
In order to annoy her all I had to do; was talk about a plethora of girls I had
encountered on the street,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I proclaimed loudly to the outside
world without the slightest of inhibition; that she was the most beautiful woman

existing on this earth; the only girl that I had for many births of mine; imprisoned in
my heart.
3. THE MILLION DOLLAR KISS
When she saw me; she made me feel that I was the most handsome man on this
earth,
I felt as if God had cast his omnipotent eyes on me; granting my persona an
impeccable status to survive.

When she talked to me; she made me feel that I was tangible and existing,
I felt as if God had whispered mystically in my dreams; making me imbibe the
essence of life.
When she smiled at me; she made me feel that I was someone extra special,
I felt as if God had granted me reprieve from my plethora of sins; inundated my soul
with loads of happiness.
When she ran her fingers through my hair; she made me feel that I was a messenger
of love,
I felt as if God had blessed me with his sacrosanct palms; impregnated in my visage
the tenacity to live and let live.
When she held my hands; she made me feel that I had a fortress to lean upon,
I felt as if God had endowed me with unsurpassable resilience; his shadow to seek
solace in my times of bizarre distress.
When she fed me with ravishing food; she made me feel that I was never hungry,
I felt as if God had perpetually filled my stomach; stuffed it with the most sumptuous
meal available in this world.
When she tickled me frivolously in my ribs; she made me feel the stupendous
exultation of existence,
I felt as if God had returned me back my innocuous childhood; placed upon an
immortal bed of dreams.
When she put me to sleep; she made me feel that I was blissfully breathing,
I felt as if God had exorbitantly rewarded me for my day; showering upon my dreary
eyes the virtue of eternal rest.
And when she kissed me; she made me feel that I had infinite reasons to live,
I felt as if God had given me the greatest treasure of my life; made me the richest
person in past and pragmatic present; to be alive.
4. BELOVED
In an ambience of rustic jungle trees; with their branches dangling incongruously
towards the ground,
In a backdrop of colossal mountains; with their summits sailing handsomely in the
clouds,
In a cloistered environment; sequestered partially from the blazing sun,

In an island of marshy swamps; inundated with a plethora of languidly drifting
logwood; puddles of muddy slush bountifully dispersed,
Resides the ominous and hideous; serrated skinned alligator.
In an atmosphere of golden dew drops; shimmering vividly under the moon,
In a conglomerate of satiny puffs of sky; stooping effeminately down,
In a mesmerizing lake; circumvented from all sides by the steep valley,
In a stony silence prevailing eternally; with the only sound being evanescent ripples
caused by wading birds,
Resides the redolently pink and supremely voluptuous; fragrant lotus.
In a camouflage of broken twigs; and incommensurate stalks of dried grass,
In a compactly hollow space; neatly imprisoned by slender tower walls,
In a whiplash of heavy wind; incessantly blowing in tenacious draughts,
In a congenial warmth; provided indefatigably by the bird mother,
Resides the palpable egg blended with yolk; of the hostile vulture.
In a citadel constructed of savage stone; reinforced with umpteenth bars of strong
metal,
In an enclosure of acrimonious glass; scattered in hostile shards all around,
In a jugglery of iron chains; viciously strapped around all parts of the body,
In a room completely obfuscated from the most minuscule beam of light; threadbare
chunks of rotten bread being the only solace for nocturnal meal,
Resides the longhaired and diabolically toothed; nefarious convict.
In the vicinity of tubular corals; swirling waves intermittently dismantling the
tentacles of potbellied octopus,
In an ingratiating serene provided by the unrelenting froth; gently permeating the
sands,
In an ensemble of entwined bushes; with protruding and spongy thorns,
In a myriad of rising bubbles; trying incessantly to reach the surface of gigantic sea,
Resides the scintillating and slime coated; incorrigibly virgin oyster.
In an ocean of honey; with sticky droplets of pure nectar oozing out,
In a network of dilapidated pillars; sometimes profoundly tall trees,
In direct confrontation with stringent light from the sun; uncouthly heating its
periphery,
In a constant pandemonium; of cacophonic noise compounded with incoherent
buzzing,
Resides the delectably boisterous and poignant; small bodied humming bee.
In a surrounding of indiscriminate violence; massacring of the impeccably innocent,
In the hearts of ruthless assassins; butchering the needy for fat wads of currency,

In a nation with incidences of rampant bloodshed; headed by a fleet of power hungry
politicians,
In a world where there are nuclear wars; on the spurious grounds of caste and creed,
Resides a feeling of utter abhorrence; embedded with the perennial virtue of hatred.
In the sacrosanct walls of heaven; emollient with the scent of divinity,
In the dormitories of unprejudiced justice; profusely besieged by equality towards all,
In a land replete with mystical fairies; an immortal paradise to exist forever,
In the visage of omnipotent power; unprecedented empathy towards distressing pain,
Resides the stupendously omnipresent who created this earth; the one whom we
christen by the sacerdotal name of creator.
And in the aisles of desire; languishing in the corridor of blissful romance,
In the tunnel of unceasing fascination; juxtaposed with webs of unparalleled
imagination,
In a cascade of silken follicles; nimbly caressing her holistic back,
In the cage of uninhibited pleasure; drowning me incredulously in the moistness of
her breath,
Resides my ravishing and marvelously enchanting; immaculate beloved.
5. WOULD YOU EVER BELIEVE
Would you ever believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as a vivacious bird
soaring high in the sky,
Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk of glittering
gold,

Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with diamonds; as
a lump of bedraggled stone,
Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a switchboard of
pugnacious electricity,
Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as a broomstick
with incongruous bristles,
Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated iron; as a
mesmerizing rose growing in the garden,
Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a mosquito
hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room,
Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the undulating waves;
as a rustic jungle spider,
Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with snow; as an
unscrupulous dog on the street,
Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a disdainfully fetid shoe,
Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a jagged bush of
cactus growing in the sweltering desert,
Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of delectable
chocolate,
Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid bubbling in a
swanky bottle,
Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an inarticulate matchstick
coated with lead,
Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the ceiling; as a
sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat,
Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a dead mans
morbid tooth,
Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as gaudily colored
water emanating from the street fountains,

Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered historian; as a slab
of tangy peanut butter,
Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant pigeon discerningly
pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor,
Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a camouflaged lizard
transgressing through wild projections of grass,
Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep gorges; as a gutter
inundated with obnoxious sewage,
Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict nefariously lurking
through solitary streets of the city,
Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as a weird tattoo to
be adhered to the chest,
Would you ever believe if I called a chicken’s egg; as logs of sooty charcoal
abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse,
Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey; as a ominously
slithering reptile in the jungles,
Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly tonsured scalp;
as a gas balloon floating in insipid air,
Would you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal diamonds; as an
inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin,
Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray containing
frozen ice,
Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a gargantuan well
flooded with water and dead frogs,
Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the ceiling; as finely
squelched juice of red radish,
Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as slime coated fossil
lying in close proximity with the seabed,
Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified wall
commensurately aligned with burnt bricks,

Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp of mango
being tossed indiscriminately on the street,
Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome machines; as
an aromatic seed of plant,
Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a rubicund fruit of juicy
plum,
Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a greeting card fudged
with scores of ostentatious lines,
Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a disheveled pantry
inhabited with clusters of stray mice,
Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a preposterously huge
whale of the ocean,
Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an animated butterfly
fluttering at low heights from the ground,
Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a mushroom sizzling in
the blistering oven,
Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an avalanche of snow
plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds,
Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner; as a curry of
decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap,
Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe of a striped
panther,
Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a corrugated assemblage of
tree roots,
Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier floating harmlessly in
water,
Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a graveyard sprawled
with morbid coffins,
Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid peel of paint
hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall,

Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a zany zebra
galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert,
Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a frigid contact lens
agglutinated to the eye,
Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious profanity,
Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly blatant lie,
Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of God; as a
perniciously diabolical devil,
And would you ever believe if I called True Love; as a spurious product of
imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation
6. PLEASE DON’T MIND
Please don’t mind if I visited your dwelling wearing battered shoes; with my lace
obnoxiously sprawled across and a myriad of holes blatantly visible in my socks,
As I had poignant reflections of your face circulating in my dreams; was prepared to
leap in blistering fires at the slightest of insinuation you gave me.

Please don’t mind if the shirt clinging tautly to my silhouette had a plethora of
wrinkles; abhorrent blotches of black sweat appeared on the collar,
As I perceived you to be the most wonderful person in the world; would take all
those daggers hurled at you; directly on my bare chest.
Please don’t mind if my hands were coated with slimy grease; incongruous stubs of
nails extruded from my fingers,
As I uttered your celestial name with the first rays of evanescent dawn; was
wholesomely ready to bear the brunt of rebukes passed on you by the uncouth
society.
Please don’t mind if I didn’t possess dexterous eloquence to speak; the charisma of a
prince incarcerated in my demeanor,
As I unrelentingly fantasized about your mesmerizing voice all day; would consume
even obdurate stones; if that is what you decided to serve me for nocturnal supper.
Please don’t mind if my lips were profusely chapped; my teeth didn’t display a
scintillating shine,
As I could spot your ingratiating smile amidst millions; would perennially stay close
to your feet even if you mercilessly whipped me.
Please don’t mind if I had unshaven cheeks; with clusters of incongruous hair
protruding out in misalignment,
As I would try my stupendous best to sequester you from the slightest of dust
blowing; engulf your persona from all sides to protect you from the piercing cold.
Please don’t mind if I walked incoherently; unable to emulate the articulate steps of a
jeweled prince,
As I would make sure your dainty feet refrained to touch the tainted earth; carrying
you wherever you went on my rubicund shoulders.
Please don’t mind if I didn’t embellish my neck with pearls; adorn my fingers with
dazzling gold,
As I would discriminate you from all opulent existing in this world; decimate all those
individuals who ever tried to purchase you.
Please don’t mind if I didn’t wear flamboyant sun shades over my eyes; went
rampantly philandering through undulating mountain slopes and wild territory,
As I would like you to use them as a pellucid mirror; every time you had the insatiable
urge to sight your face.
Please don’t mind if I was oblivious to pulverizing my food with forks and knives;
blending and kneading it with my raw hands,

As I would make sure you ate the best of delicacies; would prepare delectably
appetizing meals for you with my very own hands.
Please don’t mind if I emitted rambunctious snores while in deep slumber; inundating
the atmosphere with a profoundly sounding cacophonic buzz,
As I would see to it that you slept like a queen all night; safeguarding you against
ominous evil lurking in close proximity.
And please don’t mind If I didn’t have exorbitant wealth; biscuits of gold to eat for
breakfast; pools replete with resplendent silver to submerge my visage in,
As I would famish myself to bizarre limits; wholesomely ensuring you were gratified
every moment; tears of unprecedented ecstasy dribbled incessantly from your eyes; till
the time you existed
7. IN ORDER TO BREAK THE MONOTONY
In order to break the monotony of the straight brick wall; aligned commensurately
with immaculately polished stone,
What I did was; to emboss its surface with vivid graffiti; pillage it with holes for fresh
air to ventilate through.

In order to break the monotony of the corrugated bar of steel; embedded deep in the
ground,
What I did was; to simply curve its periphery to a high pitched angularity; let my
saliva dribble over its surface to make it glisten.
In order to break the monotony of the newly ironed shirt; suspended from the
drawers; with buttons tightly imprisoned,
What I did was; to crumple it in a heap; submerge it in a pool of perspiration for the
natural scent to take over.
In order to break the monotony of plaited hair; stringently incarcerated beneath a
plastic bag,
What I did was; to shampoo them vigorously till my hands ached; dexterously use my
scissors to chisel them into incoherent shapes.
In order to break the monotony of nondescript chunks of clay; lying amalgamated in
colossal heaps,
What I did was; to adroitly mould a swanky statue out of them; then painting the
same with gaudy color.
In order to break the monotony of bland food lying solitary on the table; with a
cluster of disdainful flies buzzing around,
What I did was; to impregnate it by adding pinches piquant chili; heaps of pulverized
rock salt for imparting the meal with a ravishing flavor.
In order to the break the monotony of rectangular granules of sugar; stashed
agglutinated to each other in the pellucid bottle,
What I did was; finely crush them into crystalline powder; sprinkling them on molten
ice; making them shimmer under the moon.
In order to break the monotony of the nonchalant room; well embellished with
exquisite carpets; and mammoth curtain shades camouflaging the windowpanes,
What I did was; to install wacky gizmos all around the ambience; and let sizzling rays
of sunshine fumigate the cloistered interiors.
In order to break the monotony of incessant sheets of glass; riveted firmly to the
silhouette of dressing table,
What I did was; shatter them into multiple fragments using a sharp stone; then
ludicrously laughed at my grotesquely distorted reflection, which emanated.
In order to break the monotony of the placid river; flowing languidly from bank to
bank,

What I did was; to voraciously move my fishing rod in the water; thereby producing a
flurry of mesmerizing ripples.
In order to break the monotony of work; unrelenting browsing through scores of
office records,
What I did was; to take a brisk walk along the seaside; with the frothy waves
delectably striking my weary eyes.
And in order to break the monotony of my heart; palpitating at regular speeds all
throughout the sweltering day,
What I did was; to marry the girl of my dreams; and then philander with her in a
space rocket; exuberantly making it throb a hundred beats faster.
8. 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 in the mammoth photograph; had a nostalgia for
coming out alive; open his jaws in a domineering growl,
The blind man traversing on the streets with a disdainful stick; had a nostalgia for
sighting the world; fantasizing it in its most stupendous form ever,
The battalion of frogs in the solitary and deep well; had a nostalgia for bathing in
pools of monsoon water,
The hunch backed camel trespassing through the crowded city streets; had a nostalgia
for wandering languidly in the sandy desert,
The diminutive flames of wax candle stifling with the slightest of breeze; had a
nostalgia for being the escalating flames of a crackling fire,
The granules of white salt jailed tightly in pellucid bottles; had a nostalgia for being
sprawled on the saline sea shores,
The scientists stalling for time on marshy soil; had a nostalgia every minute for
inhabiting the opalescent moon,
The tones of noxious gas encapsulated in an inflated balloon; had a nostalgia for
whistling past the air at lightening speeds,
The pallid milk stored in canisters of rusty iron; had a nostalgia for oozing out from
blossoming teats of the sacrosanct cow,

The people residing in alien countries; had a nostalgia for returning back as quickly as
possible to blend with their native mud,
The orphaned child wailing incoherently on the dusty roads; had a nostalgia for
embracing his departed mother,
And every palpable entity treading on this earth; had a nostalgia for finding its soul
mate; languishing in the aisles of desire and perpetual relationship; till the time it
inhaled air and blissfully existed.
9. CAN YOU FIND ME
Can you find me a wave; which does not wet the sandy shores even after nimbly
striking them,

Can you find me a lavender lotus; which does not emanate fragrance even after
ripening to a full blossom,
Can you find me a solitary patch of cloud in the sky; which does not shower
inclement rain; even after acquiring shades of hideous black,
Can you find me a stone; which does not produce a clanging noise even after
colliding thunderously with the obdurate ground,
Can you find me a snake; which does not bare its venomous fangs; even after getting
intensely provoked,
Can you find me a chunk of rosewood; which does not decay; even after being
submerged incessantly in fetid water,
Can you find me a leech; which does not suck blood; even after clinging to naked
patches of skin,
Can you find me a balloon; which does not get deflated; even after being pricked by a
pointed iron needle,
Can you find me a crystal diamond; which does not shine; even after being vigorously
polished,
Can you find me a globule of white sugar; which does not impart a sweet taste; even
after being tenaciously chewed,
Can you find me a spider; which does not spin its silken web; even after being placed
in a cozy ambience of densely foliated trees,
Can you find me a cardigan; which does not provide warmth in winter; even after
being stitched with fibers of pure sheep wool,
Can you find me a spring; which incorrigibly refrains to compress; even after
application of unrelenting pressure,
Can you find me a matchstick; which flounders to ignite; even after brushing against
the surface of acerbic crusty paper,
Can you find me a shoe; which does not leave a footprint; even after scrupulously
transgressing the wet earth,
Can you find me a tomato; which does not erupt into multiple fragments of red; even
after squashing it savagely with feet,

Can you find me a rotund marble; which does not roll; even after being left on an
impeccably smooth floor,
Can you find me a pellucid mirror; which does not reflect beams of white light; even
after holding it stringently beneath the scintillating sun,
Can you find me a building; whose foundations do not dither; even after facing the
onslaught of the tumultuous earthquake,
Can you find me a river; which does not rambunctiously flow; even after plummeting
down from the slope of the colossal mountain,
And can you find me a heart; which does not turbulently throb; even after witnessing
the love of its life; the person it profoundly believes in.
10. WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT THE WORLD
When I thought about the world from inside a squalid gutter; with an abhorrently
fetid stench permeating into my nostrils,

I perceived it to be extremely dirty; with scraps of tarnished paper inhabiting every
prevalent street.
When I thought about the world soaring high in the sky; circumvented by an
ambience of silken clouds and birds,
I visualized it to be a tiny place; with inconspicuous structures projecting in scores
from its trajectory.
When I thought about the world from beneath unfathomable depths of the ocean; an
assemblage of salty water entrenching me in entirety,
I imagined it to be a profoundly wet place; with infinite spaces of land soaked in
slippery liquid.
When I thought about the world standing in middle of the desert; sweltering winds
blended with sand striking my persona tenaciously,
I conceived it to be an overwhelmingly dusty place; with people sweating profusely
under dazzling rays of the sun.
When I thought about the world languishing in an island of redolent flowers; the
mesmerizing odor of blossoming rose tickling me to high realms of sedation,
I cognized it to be a stupendously fragrant place; with every organism lurking on its
soil diffusing astronomical amounts of scent.
When I thought about the world sitting in a factory of firecrackers; incredulous
contraptions of dynamite exploding intermittently all around,
I pictured it to be a tumultuously noisy place; incorporated with individuals who
yelled expending full capacity of their lungs; every time they felt the urge to speak.
When I thought about the world digging a coal mine thousands of feet below the
ground; a ghastly darkness sequestering me from pragmatic reality,
I envisaged it to be an utterly gloomy place; with all animate residing enveloped by
depression; and the sun incorrigibly refraining to shine.
When I thought about the world; lying surreptitiously hidden within the interiors of
the government treasury; boundless clusters of crisp notes making it onerous for me
to breathe,
I contemplated it to be inundated with money; school children scribbling finishing
their assignments on currency sheets; instead of using plain paper.
When I thought about the world gallivanting through the dense forests; slithering
reptiles transgressing ominously through the bushes; lethal alligators scrawling up the
marshy swamps,

I assumed it to be a place impregnated with savage men; with rustic cakes of cow-
dung adhered to house walls instead of conventional plaster.
And eventually when I thought about the world incarcerated in the arms of my
beloved; the moistness in her breath virtually putting me off to sleep,
I imagined it to be an astounding paradise; with a harmonious synergy existing
between the young; the old; and the deprived.
11. YOU AND I
You and I were as inseparable; as the calcium coated nail and its slender finger,

You and I were as inseparable; as the fleshy eyelid and its transparent eyeball,
You and I were as inseparable; as nostrils and their moist waves of breath,
You and I were as inseparable; as a conglomerate of entwined roots and their rustic
tree stalk,
You and I were as inseparable; as perpetually pearly moon and its shine,
You and I were as inseparable; as the chamber of mouth and its crimson
complexioned tongue,
You and I were as inseparable; as a person traversing the streets and his magnified
shadow,
You and I were as inseparable; as the blossoming rose and its mesmerizing redolence,
You and I were as inseparable; as the colossal expanse of blue sky and its cotton wool
of clouds,
You and I were as inseparable; as mammoth ocean waters and their dangerously
swirling waves,
You and I were as inseparable; as the ominous looking panther and his thunderous
growl,
You and I were as inseparable; as the vivaciously chirping bird and its pair of tender
wings,
You and I were as inseparable; as the crusty bar of chocolate and its lingering
sweetness,
You and I were as inseparable; as the fiery body of sun and its infinite numbers of
dazzling rays,
You and I were as inseparable; as the robust mountain sheep and its tufts of furry
skin,
You and I were as inseparable; as the celestial fairy and the unfathomable beauty
circumventing her face,
You and I were as inseparable; as the candle and its incessantly burning flame,
You and I were as inseparable; as the loving mother and her newly born child,

You and I were as inseparable; as the venomous snake and its stream of lethal poison,
and you and i were as inseparable; as the Omnipresent Almighty; and his lakhs of
disciples; residing in different quarters of earth.
12. UTTERING HER NAME

When I battered my fists against the acerbic strips of glass; infinite pores on my skin
started to bleed profusely,
However when I did the same uttering her name; the glass broke into an ocean of
splinters; and my hand escaped unhurt without a scratch.
When I indignantly stopped my nose from inhaling breath; I let out marathon gasps
after a few seconds,
However when I did the same uttering her name; I could hold on much longer in my
deplorable attempt.
When I inscribed a jugglery of design with a knife on my bare chest; I felt capsized by
tumultuous pain,
However when I attempted doing the same loudly chanting her name; the anguish
seemed to vanish into thin wisps of oblivion.
When I tried masticating metal with my fortress of teeth; I swooned on the ground
unconscious with a cluster of them strewn beside my scalp,
However when I proceeded to do the same whispering her mystical name; the
disdainful metal transited to silken honey.
When I tried to pummel the wall boisterously striking my impetuous knuckles;
my fingers contracted a series of multiple fracture,
However when I did the same uttering her name; the mighty wall broke and the
bricks came tumbling down.
When I clambered the slippery slopes of the treacherous mountain; I lost my footing
midway; hurtling down towards the earth head on,
However when I tried doing the same singing her name; the mountain summit
looked like a piece of cake; and I conquered the same in flash seconds of time.
When I tried consuming vials of poison; indispensable blood froze abruptly in my
veins;
my silhouette lay numb; with a deathly blue incorporating my body,
However when I drank the same uttering her name; the venom converted itself into
pure milk; and I bounced merrily with resplendent euphoria.
When I leapt from unprecedented heights of the edifice; I struck the earth with
tremendous velocity; staying in perpetual coma for days,
However when I committed the same feat uttering her name; the ground I landed
turned itself into spongy Dunlop; and I got rejuvenated by the through stimulation.
When I walked on blazing fires barefoot; the inner soles of my feet were rendered
maim for the remainder of my life,

However when I executed the same calling her name; burning embers of the
insidious fire felt like refrigerated ice; tickling my demeanor extravagantly.
I had lived all my life in blissful contentment; envisaging the beauty of her
mesmerizing fragrance,
And eventually when the time came to depart for my heavenly abode; I still didn’t
feel the pain; as I faintly recited her sacrosanct name
13. SOMEWHERE

Somewhere in the boundless stacks of golden hay; there lies incorporated an
intricately pointed needle,
Somewhere in the sprawling fields of wild creepers; there exists the poignantly
scented rose,
Somewhere in the enormous barrels of lethal poison; there lies impregnated; frugal
pinches of profoundly sweet honey,
Somewhere in the arid land of the colossal desert; there lies a shimmering pool of
slippery oasis,
Somewhere in the ominous castle with dilapidated interiors; there lives the
mesmerizing and celestial fairy,
Somewhere in bland chunks of food; there lies embedded parsimonious fillings of
piquant salt,
Somewhere in the vast expanse of black charcoal board; there lies embodied
conspicuous lines of white chalk,
Somewhere in the midst of the mammoth ocean; there exists the preposterously huge
whale,
Somewhere in the conglomerate of disdainfully dusty stones; there lies encapsulated
the lustrous white pearl,
Somewhere in the field of hideously snaring reptiles; there exists an fur skinned
innocuous rabbit,
Somewhere in the assemblage of utensils producing a discordantly clanging noise;
there exists a perpetually silent pigeon feather,
Somewhere in the disheveled heap of blotted cloth; there lies a garment of
impeccable and glistening silk,
Somewhere in the mangles debris of blistering lava; there exists a ravishingly cool
spring of crystalline water,
Somewhere amidst the ensemble of dead bodies incarcerated in stone coffins; there
exists sporadic incidences of fresh life,
Somewhere in the midst of bedraggled urchins incessantly begging for alms; there
lives a jeweled prince,

Somewhere in the smoldering ashes of crackling fire; there exists the newly born
child,
Somewhere in the thick of intense corruption; abysmal incidences of unsurpassable
lechery; there exists a solitarily honest man,
Somewhere in gruesome darkness for a million kilometers in the jungle; there exists a
minuscule beam of stringent light,
Somewhere amidst a consortium of satanic devils trying to destroy the earth; there
exists the omniscient creator,
And somewhere in this mundane world; with blood sucking individuals inhabiting
every nook and cranny; there exists an unbiased girl who can love me like no one else
ever did; making me feel every unfurling minute that I was alive.
14. COMPASSIONATELY IN LOVE
I saw her mesmerizing face in the walls; while pouring sizzling tea in my

cup,
Although I soon realized that I was rampantly fantasizing; as the steaming
liquid burnt my skin; spilling over the immaculate material of my trousers.
I saw her magnanimous silhouette in the rocks; while driving my car through
circuitous routes of the valley,
Although I soon realized that it was a figment of my imagination; as the car
swerved violently colliding with the hand rail; overlooking a few thousand
feet into panoramic space.
I saw her jelly blue eyes while walking on each vehicle; while walking through
the congested street,
Although I soon realized that I was dreaming under the sun; as compact cars
whizzed inches from my body; leaving clouds of black smoke for me to inhale.
I saw her honey coated red lips in the wall; as I languidly strolled through
the interiors of the mystical palace,
Although I soon realized that I was out of tangible senses; as I violently
barged against the iron doors; tripping neatly over a jugglery of intricate
furniture.
I saw her dainty feet embedded with jingling bells; as I sat peacefully at the
precarious edge of the bridge,
Although I soon realized that I was drowned in a reverie; as I plummeted down;
losing my stoical composure to blend with the chilly waters of the river.
I saw her ravishing hair flowing in the gentle breeze; as I ruminated on my
past while cooking food,
Although I soon realized that I was romanticizing a bit too much; when eerie
whistle of the pressure cooker inundated my sensitive ears.
I saw her smiling revealing her magnanimous teeth; while playing cricket with
the sun god shining above my head,
Although I soon realized that I was in seventh heaven; when the hard ball
struck me on my chin; giving my face a ghastly black swollen look.
I saw the vivacious outlines of her eyebrows; while writing my examinations,
Although I soon realized that I was wistfully perceiving; when the slender
cane of my professor lashed stringently on my scalp.
I saw her rubicund cheeks embossed with blemishes; while lifting bulky weights
in the gym,
Although I soon realized that I was intensely dreaming in the day; when the

heavy bars landed with an abrupt thud on my chest.
I saw her in part and whole; throughout the monotonous day; in my dreams; and
in every person I met; irrespective of caste and creed,
Yes O! divine creator; you know as well as I do; the only reason behind my
absurd behavior; was that I was compassionately in love .
15. THE THING
The thing as frigid as a dead follicle of hair; was indiscreet hatred,

The thing as disdainful as the bathroom cockroach; was illicit smuggling,
The thing as pale as the dilapidated wall; was overwhelming prejudice,
The thing as resplendent as the pearly moon; was a gregarious smile on the
luscious lips,
The thing as morose as the broken branch of the tree; was tumultuous sorrow
blended with grief,
The thing as transparent as the crystal mountain stream; was unsolicited truth,
The thing as bankrupt as a bedraggled beggar; was pugnacious enmity,
The thing as innocuous as the hazel eyed monkey; was the cry of a small
child,
The thing as volatile as hot green chili; was immensely provoked anger,
The thing as sweet as freshly prepared nectar; was the voice of the benevolent
propagating humanity,
The thing as blotted as the abysmally dark waters of the gutter;
was indiscriminately brutal crime,
The thing as cold as frozen pulp of icecream; was blatant jealousy,
The thing as nostalgic as the oblivious past; was indefatigable fantasies of
the brain,
The thing as sizzling as ravishing brown crustacean coffee; was stupendous
exultation,
The thing as inflated as a gas balloon; was ostentatious pride,
The thing as appeasing as appetizing morsels of food; was philanthropic
friendship which fortified by the minute,
The thing as vociferous as a barking dog; was insatiable hunger which arose
sporadically in the stomach,

The thing as infinite as the boundaries of the emerald ocean; was ubiquitous
humanity,
The thing as inevitably intoxicating as liquor; was unfathomable greed,
The thing as venomous as the sting of a scorpion; was racial discrimination,
The thing as preposterously huge as the impeccable dolphin; was
empathy towards fellow beings,
The thing as starved as scorched sands of the desert; was the ominously
diabolic devil,
And the thing as impeccable as white pearls impregnated in oyster shells; as
effusive as thunderous rain pelting down; was perpetual love .
16. IMPRISONED

I had dirt imprisoned in my nails; which seemed all the more abashing when I
stood in the limelight; confronting public,
I had scores of dandruff imprisoned in my scalp; prompting me to inevitably
scratch; although it blended strikingly with my black coat,
I had tumultuous strength imprisoned in my clenched fists; having stupendous
power to decimate impostors swindling the innocent,
I had eloquence imprisoned in my throat; which made me chant melodious rhymes
of synchronized music,
I had tenacity imprisoned in my emphatic eyes; which possessed the prowess to
melt the supremely intransigent,
I had a frivolous smile imprisoned in my luscious lips; which seemed all the more
profound; when I encountered ravishing beauty,
I had a jugglery of obdurate muscle imprisoned in my legs; enabling me to traverse
long distance in acerbic sun; bereft of a vehicle,
I had millions of hair imprisoned in my skin; cushioning me from uncouth blows
of the society,
I had salubrious blood imprisoned in my intricate veins; instilling in me the
strength to sustain life,
I had a crimson pink tongue imprisoned in my mouth; granting me the
indispensable ability of speech,
I had a bulky wallet imprisoned in my trouser pocket; making me feel
despicable; when I stripped it of its currency,
I had a flamboyant horse imprisoned in my stables; on which I used to sit and
gallivant through the mountains,
I had infinite lines imprisoned at the back of my palm; which audaciously
portrayed my destiny to unleash,
I had unfathomable cells imprisoned in my finely chiseled brain; blessing me
with the capacity to decode the most baffling of enigmas,
I had golden droplets of sweat imprisoned in my armpits; inundating the placid

surroundings with unbearable stench,
I had tones of air imprisoned in my inflated lungs; which made me breathe;
relish every unveiling second of life,
I had yellow enamel camouflaging my teeth; making it impossible for me to
smile,
I had nostalgic memories imprisoned in my subconscious mind; as I ruefully
reminisced all those moments when I was young,
And most importantly; superseding all things; I had her love imprisoned in my
heart; which bestowed upon me the impetus to blissfully live; fight for justice in this
nonchalant world .
17. I WOULD CONSIDER MYSELF THE RICHEST

I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the eyes of
truth,
Able to judiciously discriminate between; the good and obnoxiously evil inhabiting
remote corners of the globe.
I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed egalitarian
arms,
Ready to embrace those in severe affliction; without the baseless fear of
getting stained and dirty.
I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the power of
mystical clairvoyance,
Able to prognosticate the ominous events to unveil; saving the earth from
possible disaster.
I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed a phlegmatic
voice,
Capable of pacifying those engulfed with inexplicable distress; put all children
without parents to sleep.
I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could leap from
astronomical heights of the bridge into the river,
Save scores of innocuous children from drowning; embed their terrorized faces
with mischievous smiles.
I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed feet which
could withstand the most onerous of load,
Carry the ones crippled; making them witness the most mesmerizing avenues of
the world.
I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed clusters of
teeth capable of extracting venom;
Evacuating the most lethal of poison from the body of the dying; rejuvenating
them with fresh doors of hope.
I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the prowess
of assassinate the most evanescent of corruption prevailing,
Liberating the impoverished from impregnable clutches of slavery; granting
them the supreme distinction of breathing free air.
I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could stay awake all
night;
Incessantly guarding those who were philanthropic; ever ready to propagate the

benevolent cause of humanity.
And I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could possess and
incarcerate the love I so vehemently desired,
Help all residing on land; to get the dream partner of their own choice .

18. THE PLATE OF LOVE
When there was appetizing fruit placed on a plate of scintillating silver; I
didn’t feel like eating,
I was a trifle too busy contemplating the price of the plate; though there was
nothing wrong with the food.
When I was served immaculately ravishing noodles on a plate of pure gold; I
didn’t feel like eating,
I was afraid of impregnating blotches on the plate; when I caressed it with my
bohemian hands; though there were pangs of hunger reverberating in my stomach.
When I was served a blend of Italian cheese and cucumber on a plate of crystal
studded with diamonds; I didn’t feel like eating,
I was intensely absorbed in decoding my reflection in the glistening jewels; though
the sight of the delicacy made my mouth water.
When I was served a steaming curry of pungent soup on a plate of intricately
chiseled marble; I didn’t feel like eating,
I was heavily circumspect on staining the marble in the process of eating; though the
concoction looked immensely sumptuous.
When I was served roasted almonds juxtaposed with honey on a plate of pure
sapphire; I didn’t feel like eating,
I was completely lost admiring the dazzling radiance of stone; though there
were insatiable desires to tenaciously chew the same.
When I was served sliced onions wound with blood red radish on a plate of
flocculent satin; I didn’t feel like eating,
I was skeptical that its contents would spill over the sheets; though there
was a niggling pain in my fingers to snatch the food.
When I was served a bunch of succulent violet grapes on a plate of exquisite
rosewood; I didn’t feel like eating,
I was mesmerized by the plethora of designs embossed in the wood; though there
were grinding sensations in my fortress of teeth.
When I was served a chocolate brown plum cake strewn with cherry on a plate of
voluptuous lotus; I didn’t feel like eating,
I was lost in the heavenly fragrance of the flower; though my mouth watered
unrelentingly like a starved pig.

When I was served simmering chicken transposed with green leaf on a plate of
snake leather; I didn’t feel like eating,
I was enchanted by the satiny complexion of the skin; though my eyes popped
out of their sockets at witnessing the food.
And eventually when I was served a nutritious agglomerate of curd and rice on
a plate stitched with threads of our impregnable love; my beloved feeding me
with her dainty fingers,
I cupidly gobbled the same in no time; compensating for my previous failures;
food had never tasted so tasty before,
As it did when she fed me recounting tales of her childhood .

19. USE YOUR HEART
Use your nails to scratch stale paint from walls; peel off the rust from
indispensable commodities for survival,
Use your toes to poke someone frivolously in the ribs; hoist intricate pieces
of cloth strewn on the floor,
Use your eyes to distinguish between the sacrosanct and the devil; swirling
them rampantly in all directions to grasp the beauty of the universe,
Use your fingers to scribble infinite lines of literature; seize all those in
a vise like grip trying to massacre the law,
Use your legs to walk unrelentingly in the sun; indiscriminately kick all
those pernicious impediments that confront your way,
Use your nose to breathe in gallons of fresh air; detect fragrance and
obnoxious stench in the atmosphere with equality,
Use your arms to embrace all those afflicted with pain; profusely loving the
ones you cherish,
Use your teeth to scrupulously masticate food; evacuate lethal poison from
innocuous skin bitten by snake,
Use your brain to decipher baffling enigmas of life; make planet earth a
better place to inhabit,
Use your lips to produce philanthropic smiles; spread the ubiquitous message
of congenial friendship,
Use your affluence to lead a luxurious life; showering the same on those
engulfed with tumultuous distress and pain,
Use your power to assassinate evil from its faintest trace; fighting
incessantly for those oppressed in the society,
Use your ears to decode the minutest of sound; inundate barren arenas of your
soul with melodious music,
Use your hair to cushion the impact of blows on your scalp; letting it glisten
in the sunlight to impart warmth,

Use your blood to save someone on the threshold of death; donating it in
bountiful amounts to those who require it the most,
Use your breath to tickle the grass blades; impregnate the chilly ambience
with loads of passionate energy,
Use your bones to work tirelessly; executing them meticulously to their
complete potential,
Use your voice to pacify the hot blooded; propagating the message of peace
with tenacity,
Use your life to achieve and construct and discover; procreating your progeny
to serve humanity with grace,
And use your heart to uninhibitedly love; inculcate the spirit of perpetual
caring in the ones you ever encounter .

20. WE STILL LOVED EACH OTHER
We hurled a volley of expletives at each other; while conversing over the
phone,
Severely ostracizing our movements; our conservative attitude towards
society,
Threw fluffy pillows; rolling pins; scattered debris; virtually all that came
in our hands at each other,
Tore apart our scalp hair in exasperation; slapping each other on the rubicund
cheek,
Grimaced our teeth like the most ominous of fortress; clenching our fists in
indignation,
Stared unrelentingly like diabolical demons; refraining to whisper the
slightest of sound,
Spat uncouthly at each other; our hands interlocked in a vindictive brawl,
Made abhorrent designs of each other; rampantly inscribing them on the cold
floor,
Kicked uncontrollably while in the car; banging our heads against the
windshield,
Spilled scalding tea deliberately on each other; burning dainty pores in our
skin,
Glanced indifferently towards each other; pretending to be nonchalant
strangers,
Scoffed haughtily inhaling long gasps of breath; insipidly kicking small
stones that confronted our way,
Wailed discordantly with fervor; looking at each others faces,
Sat poles apart on the dining table; secretly wishing to dance under the
enchanting moon,
Drew lines vindictively on the sands; as we strolled languidly on the slippery
beach,

Pummeled each other in the ribs; at the slightest provocation; as our tempers
soared to dizzy heights,
Paced up and down the length of the house; occasionally banging the walls in
intense infuriation,
Tossed and turned irritably on the king poster bed; unable to go to blissful
sleep,
Deliberated for marathon hours on the trot; on inconspicuous issues; expending
great energy from our intricate lungs,
But the remarkable thing was; that even after all this we still remained the
best of friends; immensely enjoyed and wistfully longed for each others
company,
And at the end of the acrimonious day; forgave and acutely loved each other .

21. WHERE THERE IS LOVE
Where there is bountiful grass; sprawling meadows of leafy foliage,
There roam about rustic cattle and goat; painstakingly chewing the cud; relishing the
appetizing meal.
Where there is superfluous water; rambunctious streams of crystal liquid,
There reside sweet and succulent fish; bathing incessantly in the splashing currents;
procreating several of their kind.
Where there is a nest of enmeshed twigs; fortified with slender sticks of
intricate wood and thorn,
There lives the protuberant sac bird; which pacifies its gluttony devouring
insects; lays eggs diligently with the passing seasons.
Where there is fetid sewage floating in gutter water; a conglomerate of
dilapidated debris loosely strewn about,
There lives the disdainful cockroach; spreading a host of deadly infection and
disease.
Where there is the colossal mountain with jagged slopes; a battalion of
deciduous trees projecting rampantly in tandem,
There lives the grizzly bear which dexterously glides through darkened
tunnels; along with tones of silver snow.
Where there is slippery sand on the beach; blended with multiple cocoons of
hollow space,
There lives the gray bodied venomous crab; flexing its noxious tentacles
intermittently; to sting innocuous flesh.
Where there is a jugglery of boiled sweets lying orphan on the floor; with a
tantalizing aroma wafting in the air,
There lives the red ant in infinite scores; hungrily crunching its meal;
pulverizing it to finely chiseled soft powder.
Where there is the honey combed hive sighted at unprecedented heights from the
ground; adhering compactly to the building wall,
There lives the honeybee boisterously oozing honey from its body; blending
superbly with the golden color.
Where there is overwhelming poverty; an atmosphere of bedraggled misery
compounded with heaps of tribulation,
There live nefarious hoodlums; driven by the fervent urge to steal; due to
scarcity of funds and fodder.

Where there is darkness camouflaged with pallid gloom; the ambience punctuated
with mystical myths,
There lives baseless fear; individuals who unwittingly shirk away from society.
And where there is perennial love; philanthropic attitude to embrace the
afflicted with thorough equanimity,
There lives god and there also lives life; ripening every unleashing minute;
creating humans impregnated with immortal bliss .

22. 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 condensed matchboxes,
The thing I feared the most; was the intricate coil of lift brusquely
snapping; and the contraption hurling at full speeds towards the stony
ground.
When I was driving my car at swashbuckling speeds through picturesque slopes;
feasting my eyes on a backdrop of panoramic waterfalls,
The thing I feared the most; was the twin brakes failing and the automobile
wildly careening into the treacherous valley.
When I was nibbling rustic berries; plucking them in clusters from the
vivaciously swirling jungle tree,
The thing I feared the most; was the likelihood of the fruit being savagely
poisoned; having the ghastly potential of causing death.
When I embellished my persona with grandiloquent slabs of glittering gold;
wore jingling necklaces studded with an armory of scintillating diamonds,
The thing I feared the most; was the brutal onslaught of robbers viciously
tearing apart my wealth.
When I diligently working on the contemporary computer; with the fluorescent

light of the screen infiltrating my eyes,
The thing that I feared the most; was a host of obnoxious virus permeating the
software; assassinating all the files I had scrupulously stored.
When I was shivering incessantly in winter winds; the partition of my teeth
clattering inevitably,
The thing I feared the most; was the snow precipitating from the skies;
exacerbating my condition still further.
And when I was with my beloved; encompassed in the warmth of her arms; the
essence of her breath inundating me with unprecedented happiness,
The thing I feared the most; was the creator taking her far away from me; as I
knew there was no other power existing on earth; that could try and possibly
separate us.

23. THE BISCUIT OF LOVE
When I consumed a fat biscuit of mud; trying to masticate it fervently with my
angular teeth,
I simply failed to succeed; the mud impregnated a bitter taste in my mouth;
and I inevitably puked out the curry with anguished sighs and gasps.
When I devoured a biscuit of stone; gulping It down with a glassful of mineral
water,
My stomach felt a trifle uneasy trying hard to accept this alien food; and it
finally came out intact and composite; a few hours after I painstakingly
expurgated my bowels.
When I chewed a biscuit of royal gold; endeavoring to soften it with the slimy
layer of my saliva,
Horrendous feelings of wasting currency engulfed my mind; and I immediately
spewed out the biscuit; trying to retain its natural contour and shine.
When I ate a rotund biscuit of condensed chocolate; replete with bountiful
fillings of sweet candy,
I felt good in the beginning; but my felicity soon transited into dismay; when
the blood report indicated that I had astronomically high levels of sugar.
When I tasted a piquant biscuit of green chili; blended commensurately with
garlic powder,
I rampantly screamed as if stabbed by a thousand burnt needles; scampered like
never before to the nearest source of portable water.
When I put a biscuit of almond soap in my mouth; there was gargantuan froth
produced as a manifestation,
Infinite bubbles elastic in texture now emanated whenever I opened my mouth;
and there was an insurmountable urge in my persona to thoroughly cleanse my
tongue.
When I languidly placed a biscuit of frozen snow in my mouth; the complexion
of my face transformed to a scarlet crimson,
Unfathomable clusters of taste died there itself; and I felt gruesome shivers
cascading down my spine.
When I attempted to gnaw at a biscuit of rusty iron; there was tumultuous
force exerted on my teeth,
They finally buckled under the intractable pressure; leaving rivulets of
sticky blood oozing from my lips.

When I feverishly tried to eat a biscuit of compressed honey; there was an
infectious sweetness that enveloped my mouth,
But when I got up in the morning after a contended nights sleep; there was a
battalion of red ant crawling all over; inserting their tiny pincers in my flesh.
And eventually when I consumed the biscuit of love; which was stitched
meticulously by her; with threads of our perpetual love,
My body felt profoundly rejuvenated; all the dreariness seemed to have
evaporated into thin air; and it was now that I felt that I was invincible;
beyond the inexplicable limits of this world .

24. WHEN I WANDERED THROUGH THE LANE OF LOVE
When I philandered through the winding lanes of the mountain; I encountered an
assemblage of vivacious trees and nimble rabbit,
When I strolled through lanes of the dense jungle; I encountered a maze of
cloistered passage along with white water streams,
When I audaciously walked through lanes of freezing ice-cream; I encountered
tenacious currents of cold; that made me shiver,
When I vehemently transgressed through lanes of roaring fire; I encountered
blistering flames; which almost charred me to inconspicuous ash,
When I sedately trespassed through lanes of blossoming flower; I encountered
clusters of humming bee; with a mesmerizing fragrance circumventing my
nostrils,
When I skeptically languished through lanes of the mental asylum; I encountered a
fleet of barbaric madmen; trying to snatch the last ounce of breath from my persona,
When I gleefully floated in the satiny lanes of the cotton clouds; I encountered
brilliant sunshine blended with showers of inclement rain,
When I loitered aimlessly through sandy lanes of the desert; I encountered
acrimonious heat; sapping the last resources of hidden energy from my body,
When I ambled laboriously through sequestered lanes of the gigantic tunnel; I
encountered gruesome darkness that sent uncanny chills down my spine; made me
nostalgically long for sunshine,
When I ran at fast pace across lanes of slippery beach sands; I encountered
poignant froth juxtaposed with fiery salt smashing across my eyes,
When I gallivanted on horseback through the lanes of the rustic farm; I
encountered the ravishing aroma of corn; listened attentively to the intricate
dribbling of milk from cow teats,
When I crawled like a new born child through the lanes of surreal fantasy; I
encountered scores of fairies; a blissful paradise where god resided,
When I marched through the lanes of disdainful hatred; I encountered
disparaging corruption; the savage discrimination of my fellow mates,

When I pervaded across ghastly lanes of hell in the sky; I encountered satanic
demons relishing blood from dead carcass of humans,
When I intransigently marauded through lanes of the underground dungeon; I
encountered hidden gold; with a scorpion occasionally drifting down my neck,
When I jogged through crowded lanes of the mundane city; I encountered hostile
traffic; and obnoxious clouds of smoke prompting me to deafeningly sneeze,
When I roamed through lanes of illicit crime; I encountered a township of
bloodshed; brutal massacres of the innocent,
And eventually when I wandered through the lane of uninhibited love; I hereby
found the perpetual heaven that I was so frantically searching for .

25. IF I WERE YOUR HEART
If I were the blood circulating through your veins; I would incessantly flow
without respite,
Unrelentingly purifying contaminated zones of your body; ensuring that you
were perennially in a state of blissful health.
If I were your intricate ears; I would make sure you heard the most
inconspicuous of sound as long as the sun shone in the sky,
Would inundate your mind with melodious sounds; mesmerizing reveries; the
moment you went off to sleep.
If I were your emphatic eyes; I would make sure that you discriminate between
the omnipresent good and evil,
Would make you stringently aware of the perils lurking beside you; bestow upon
you the power to prognosticate the future yet to unveil.
If I were your pair of dainty feet; I would make sure you traversed
scrupulously through the entire globe,
Saw the most astounding of palaces; the most enticing of sapphire oceans;
without suffering from the slightest of exhaustion.
If I were your robust hands; I would make sure that you successfully clambered
up the colossal mountain,
Wrote exquisite lines of enchanting music; tenaciously decimated all those who
ever tried to torment you.
If I were your rotund belly; I would make sure you digested your food to
meticulous perfection,
Bore a battalion of impeccable children as you desired; without the tiniest of
anguish and tribulation.
If I were your silken hair; I would make sure that I glistened ravishingly in
full rays of the sun,
Keep myself bereft of abhorrent dandruff flakes; so that you never felt the
need to vehemently scratch.
If I were your rosy tongue; I would make sure that you spoke with a perfect
blend of eloquence,
Sedately swishing inside your mouth; saving you on umpteenth occasions from
the tyranny of your chiseled teeth.
If I were your conglomerate of bones; I would make sure that you never felt
dreary; even after marathon hours of work,

Fought like an indefatigable soldier; when the question arose of defending
your persona your true integrity.
And by magnanimous stroke of fortune If I were your heart; I would command you
to throb; only when you witnessed me,
Instruct you to love me as uninhibitedly; as much as I fanatically wanted to
possess you .

26. BREAKING BARRIERS
In order to reach the stupendously astronomical summit of the mountain; you needed
to break the barriers of skepticism,
In order to achieve the unlimited; you needed to break the barriers of pompously
inflated ego,
In order to swim intrepidly against the treacherously swirling storm; you needed to
break the barriers of curled introversion,
In order to nose dive from the realms of the clouds without a parachute on your skin;
you needed to break the barriers of inexplicably lingering fear,
In order to trespass through a blanket of vindictively flaming thorns; you needed to
break the barriers of trembling nervousness,
In order to sing in front of the threateningly menacing dinosaur; you needed to break
the barriers of profuse timidness,
In order to put your fingers into the sharks mouth; you needed to break the barriers
of insurmountable pain,
In order to beg on the boisterously streaming streets; you needed to break the
barriers of profound embarrassment,
In order to drink back tears of poignant blood; you needed to break the barriers of
devastating sadness,
In order to inundate a barren ocean of paper with infinite lines of supremely spell
binding literature; you needed to break the barriers of inferiority complex; embedded
in the veins,
In order to meditate relentlessly all night and day in front of the Almighty Lord; you
needed to break the barriers of unfathomably overpowering desire,
In order to dig your own grave when infact you were blissfully living; you needed to
break the barriers of greedy existence,
In order to talk like an unflinching prince infront of the prolifically augmenting
audience; you needed to break the barriers of pertinently incessant retrospection,
In order to confront the unprecedented battalion of demons singlehanded; you
needed to break the barriers of inevitably quavering hopelessness and despair,

In order to masticate the biscuits of obdurately impregnable steel; you needed to
break the barriers of helpless apprehension,
In order to survive holistically amidst a planet deluged with barbaric wolves; you
needed to break the barriers of pretentiously ostentatious dignity,
In order to breathe in an atmosphere bereft of the most inconspicuous trace of air;
you needed to break the barriers of your punctured conscience,
In order to live up perpetually to the occasion called beautiful life; you needed to
break the barriers of vehemently thoughtless denial,
And in order to love for times immemorial; immortally coalesce with the web of
everlasting romance; you needed to break the barriers of the fluttering heart .

27. ASK MY LIFE
Ask my eyes; how much they missed her ingratiatingly mischievous smile,
Ask my nose; how much it missed her stupendously incarcerating and heavenly
fragrance,
Ask my lips; how much they missed her voluptuously tangy tears,
Ask my hands; how much they missed her tantalizingly rubicund cheeks,
Ask my soul; how much it missed her majestically grandiloquent shadow,
Ask my hair; how much it missed the satiny caress of her divinely magical palms,
Ask my ears; how much they missed her incredulously melodious and mesmerizing
voice,
Ask my brain; how much it missed her everlasting and profusely poignant festoon of
memories and fantasies,
Ask my blood; how much it missed her unrelentingly volcanic desire; the infernos of
insatiable passion that she ignited; when she was at whisker lengths from my body,
Ask my tongue; how much it missed the insurmountably delectable outlines of
her vivaciously boisterous nape,
Ask my abysmally fading countenance; how much it missed her unprecedented
inspiration to propel unflinchingly forward in life,
Ask my signature; how much it missed her unfathomably charming impression; the
tinge of her magnanimous authority between each impeccable alphabet,
Ask my bones; how much they missed her mystically intriguing footsteps; the
astronomical rejuvenation they imparted to its deteriorating caricature,
Ask my sweat; how much it missed her rhapsodic heat; the flames of unparalleled
desire which she evoked with just a single solitary stare,
Ask my stomach; how much it missed her unsurpassably celestial meals; the
fathomless myriad of delicacies she prepared within flashes of minuscule seconds,
Ask my beard; how much it missed her euphorically fabulous nails; the astounding
rawness with which she trace a trail of seduction through my unruly flesh,

Ask my breath; how much it missed her indomitable ardor to survive; her tenacity to
face life; even in the most disastrously acrimonious of times,
Ask my heart; how much it missed her indefatigably throbbing beats; the tumultuous
fervor in her pulse; that made me take infinite steps at a time,
And ask my life; how much it missed her immortal love; which was the sole reason
that didn’t let me die; even after she today; wasn’t alive .

28. AS IF THE MOST ULTIMATE OF KINGS.
It might have been to viciously slander me; venomously dissolve me like a piece of
frigid shit; an infinite kilometers well beneath the murderous corpses of all times,
It might have been to reproachfully lambaste me; treacherously blow me forever and
ever and ever away; into the graveyards of lethally stabbing and shriveled oblivion,
It might have been to sadistically comment upon my impoverished form; perennially
ensure that it floated like the most lackadaisically frazzled carcass of misery; in
between heaven and disparaging hell,
It might have been to decimate me beyond realms of holistic recognition; before
devilishly feeding every ounce of my wretchedly decaying carrion; to the hideously
scavenging and cold-blooded vultures,
It might have been to wholesomely defeat every trace of my tangible existence;
compassionately beseech the most uncouthly truculent demons to excoriate me into a
boundless bits of disastrously terrorizing nothingness,
It might have been to wantonly taint even the most unassailably righteous fabric of
my harmonious survival; with the pathetically asphyxiating grime of dastardly lies,
It might have been to announce my loss in mind; body and jubilant form; to the
trajectory of this fathomlessly enchanting planet; whereas I still exuberantly paraded
in the aisles of indefatigably fructifying utopia,
It might have been to ghoulishly bemoan every bit of philanthropic goodness that I
divulged into; salaciously dragging my name into the coffins of hedonistically flagrant
corruption,
It might have been to deliriously torture every bounteously fantasizing fragment of
my brain; with the inconsolably weeping broomsticks of tyrannizing malice,
It might have been to Spartanly order every rabid dog on this poignantly ubiquitous
planet; to summon as quickly as possible near my innocuous face; and then
intransigently bite the same as if there wasn’t the slightest of sunset,
It might have been to unstoppably ridicule me; make a blatantly intolerable parody
about each of my weaknesses; to every organism effulgently breathing on planet
divine,
It might have been to satanically deafen even the most infinitesimal of my senses;
numb every gloriously conceivable movement of my nimble body; with the cries

of outrageously maniacal extinction,
It might have been to unrelentingly drag me to the gallows of heartlessly maiming
confinement; impugning me of the highest treason ever committed on earth; which I
never ever die or could dream to do,
It might have been to mercilessly pounce upon every imaginable penny of my
unflinching perseverance; wickedly burn the same into parasitically sordid
flames of lecherous hatred,
It might have been to timelessly jinx every euphorically benign aspect of my
existence; with the brutally ominous chains of nothingness and the lull of
melancholic debauchery; which suddenly arouse after blissful life,
It might have been to violently molest every ingredient of my unimpeachable
virginity; with the acrimoniously fetid dagger-heads of garrulously rancid
war,
It might have been to metamorphose every bit of pricelessly inimitable truth in my
soul; into the most atrociously degradable mortuary of sinfully beheading lies,
It might have been to perpetually snap the fangs of my symbiotically enthralling
existence; and then bawdily suck all lifeless blood from my veins to be the most
sanctimoniously strongest organism alive,
And I really didn’t have the tiniest of insinuation as to what were your intentions
everytime you opened your mouth for uttering my name; but believe me; everytime
when you did actually whisper my name in your sensuously unparalleled voice; I felt
the most pricelessly insuperable man alive; as if the most ultimate of Kings; on this
unshakably limitless earth divine .

29. WHY DID I LOVE TO PERPETUALLY LOVE.
Why did I love eating exotically succulent fruit? Well it was solely because of the most
gluttonously impoverished existence; of my pathetically tormented stomach.
Why did I love to profoundly empathize with every fraternity of despairing living
kind? Well it was solely because of the most devastatingly parched existence; of my
callously dried eyeballs .
Why did I love to intransigently fantasize? Well it was solely because of the most
deplorably famished existence; of my robotically truculent brain .
Why did I love to interminably adventure? Well it was solely because of the most
penuriously irascible existence; of my restlessly wailing knees.
Why did I love to perseveringly perspire? Well it was solely because of the most
haplessly disoriented existence; of my emotionlessly fretful armpits .
Why did I love to mellifluously sing? Well it was solely because of the most
preposterously tyrannized existence; of my uncontrollably quavering throat .
Why did I love to timelessly sip upon mesmerizing streams of water? Well it was
solely because of themost hedonistically despondent existence; of my unsurpassably
parched tongue .
Why did I love to unendingly tantalize every of my goose-bump? Well it was solely
because of the most fanatically delirious existence; of my venomously victimized
skin .
Why did I love to invincibly sleep? Well it was solely because of the most
parsimoniously subjugated existence; of my brutally pulverized and defeated
nerves .
Why did I love to tirelessly procreate? Well it was solely because of the most
unbelievably petulant existence; of my unstoppably overflowing virility .
Why did I love to victoriously dance? Well it was solely because of the most
unceasingly agonized existence; of my pertinently imploring and restless legs .
Why did I love to hoist orphaned urchins to their destinations of compassionate
comfort? Well it was solely because of the most inexorably beseeching existence; of
my boisterously brimming shoulders .

Why did I love to unrelentingly roll in fields of rain soaked grass? Well it was solely
because of the most unfathomably ignited existence; of my uxoriously lambasted
thighs .
Why did I love to hear the most panoramically enigmatic sounds of mother nature?
Well it was solely because of the most remorsefully bemoaning existence; of my
treacherously starved ears .
Why did I love to indefatigably flirt in the aisles of pristine mischief? Well it was
solely because of the most bizarrely reverberating existence; of my enthrallingly
mystical eyebrows .
Why did I love to majestically sketch? Well it was solely because of the most
unabashedly slithering existence; of my relentlessly teasing and impetuously
resonating fingers .
Why did I love to endlessly discover till even beyond the realms of infinity? Well it
was solely because of the most wretchedly incarcerated existence; of my
forlornly divested and monotonous soul .
Why did I love to insatiably breathe? Well it was solely because of the most
hopelessly asphyxiated existence; of my disastrously shriveled and crinkled
lungs .
And why did I love to perpetually and impregnably love? Well it was solely because of
the most unflinchingly ardent existence; of every part; pore and beat of your divinely
sensuous body; O! Omnipotent beloved .

30. NO NEW DEFINITIONS
When our lusciously poignant lips met; there were invincibly new definitions which
were coined; of unconquerably triumphant and bountifully unlimited; desire,
When our immaculately benign eyes met; there were spell-bindingly new definitions
which were coined; of pricelessly impregnable and beautifully untainted; empathy,
When our harmoniously eclectic fingers met; there were majestically new definitions
which were coined; of victoriously enamoring and resplendently impeccable; artistry,
When our unabashedly blushing cheeks met; there were insuperable new definitions
which were coined; of marvelously unprejudiced and piquantly unparalleled;
excitement,
When our astoundingly sensitive eyelashes met; there were unbelievable new
definitions which were coined; of wondrously unadulterated and pristinely
immaculate; mischief,
When our effulgently burgeoning brains met; there were spectacular new definitions
which were coined; of unconquerably redolent and timelessly evolving; fantasy,
When our uninhibitedly tantalizing feet met; there were unassailable new definitions
which were coined; of ebulliently wild and inimitably discovering; adventure,
When our fantastically rubicund tongues met; there were incredulous new definitions
which were coined; of imperially rekindling and indomitably endless; electricity,
When our incomparably princely palms met; there were revolutionary new definitions
which were coined; of symbiotically enthralling and inscrutably titillating; destiny,
When our intricately flapping ears met; there were jubilant new definitions which
were coined; of interminably enamoring and fabulously reinvigorating; sensitivity,
When our profoundly charged thighs met; there were undisputed new definitions
which were coined; of undyingly mesmerizing and undefeatedly sparking; thunder,
When our voluptuously nubile navels met; there were unfettered new definitions
which were coined; of unlimitedly charismatic and ubiquitously unshakable;
sensuousness,
When our stupendously ravishing hair met; there were unbreakable new definitions
which were coined; of serenely serendipitous and perennially seductive; heavenliness,

When our effervescently tender necks met; there were unchallangable new definitions
which were coined; of everlastingly fructifying and universally melanging;
compassion,
When our righteously humanitarian bloodstreams met; there were undefeated new
definitions which were coined; of perpetually transcending and fragrantly spawning;
humanity,
When our unprecedentedly aroused bellies met; there were irrefutable new definitions
which were coined; of incorrigibly exuberant and handsomely unperturbed;
magnetism,
When our tenderly resonating spines met; there were intransigent new definitions
which were coined; of tirelessly faithful and aristocratically augmenting; belonging,
When our passionately electrified bodies met; there were ever-pervading new
definitions which were coined; of stupendously affable and unstoppably
immeasurable; virility,
Whilst when our immortally throbbing hearts met; there were not the tiniest of new
definitions coined; as our love was not a new thing at all for this human birth
of ours; but had its most Omnipotent rudiments embodied deep within our
innermost heartbeats; since an infinite previous births of ours; which had been in
an unimaginably different spectrum of shapes and forms .

31. I’D PREFER TO LIVE; THAN DIE WITH ALONGWITH YOU.
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my sight; rather than
maniacally blind both my eyes alongwith you; only so that I could sight ever single bit
of panoramic space that we’d so blissfully frequented when we’d just triumphantly
proposed; till I exhaled my very last and ardently philanthropic breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my artistry; rather than
brutally chopping all my fingers alongwith you; only so that I could sketch you in
your most royally resplendent shape and form; till I exhaled my very last
and passionately ecstatic breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my voice; rather than
lecherously massacre my throat alongwith you; only so that I could interminably sing
and inundate the atmosphere with the praises of your eternally fructifying soul; till I
exhaled my very last and poignantly enamoring breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my smile; rather than
sacrilegiously marauding both my lips alongwith you; only so that I could bestow an
indefatigably invincible volley of kisses upon every of footprint you left behind; till I
exhaled my very last and effulgently handsome breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my perseverance; rather than
preposterously freeze every droplet of my sweat alongwith you; only so that I could
endlessly strive forward to disseminate the ideals of your benign peace and love;
till I exhaled my very last and iridescently effusive breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my hearing; rather than
wretchedly slain both my ears alongwith you; only so that I could fervently
hear the enchantingly inimitable cadence of your voice again and again; till I exhaled
my very last and exuberantly redolent breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my tranquility; rather than
wantonly surrender my soul alongwith you; only so that I could celestially
imbibe the everlasting sweetness of our unshakably humanitarian relationship; till I
exhaled my very last and supremely exultated breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my virility; rather than
ridiculously massacre my genitillia alongwith you; only so that I could tirelessly
impregnate every conceivable part of my flesh with your perennially venerated
footprints; till I exhaled my very last and unbelievably ebullient breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my humanity; rather than
insanely puke every droplet of my blood alongwith you; only so that I could embrace

every tangible ounce of your beautifully lingering goodness; till I exhaled my very last
and wondrously eclectic breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my adventure; rather than
insidiously pulverize both my feet alongwith you; only so that I could wholeheartedly
explore every fragrantly unconquerable trail that you left on planet divine; till I
exhaled my very last and supremely undying breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my palms; rather than
uncouthly erase my destiny lines alongwith you; only so that I could treasure
every of my bounteously compassionate moment with you in my existence; till I
exhaled my very last and victoriously blessed breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my hair; rather than
barbarously tonsure my scalp alongwith you; only so that I could ravishingly float
in the heavens of your silken sensuality; till I exhaled my very last and fantastically
enamoring breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my titillation; rather
diabolically silence every of my goose-bump alongwith you; only so that I could
sense your miraculously ameliorating caress from even a billion kilometers away; till I
exhaled my very last and emphatically mesmerizing breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my fantasies; rather than
sinfully squelch my brain alongwith you; only so that I could perceive your
majestically undefeatable form in an infinite different ways; till I exhaled my very last
and unconquerably emollient breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my thirst; rather than
devilishly torch my tongue alongwith you; only so that I could quell even the
most inconspicuous of my desire by unstoppably uttering your name; till I exhaled
my very last and unfathomably symbiotic breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my reinvigoration; rather
than unthinkably asphyxiate my breath alongwith you; only so that I could celebrate
the sky of your untainted freshness every unfurling instant; till I exhaled my very last
and uninhibitedly jubilant breath,
I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my love; rather than
indiscriminately behead each of my heartbeat alongwith you; only so that I could
perpetually garner empathy in my eyes for every bit of your insuperable selflessness;
till I exhaled my very last and magically mollifying breath,

I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my truth; rather than
sadistically sell my conscience alongwith you; only so that I could infallibly propagate
the simplicity of your benevolent existence; till I exhaled my very last
and magnetically exultated breath,
And I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my life; rather than
depressingly plunge into the mortuary of death alongwith you; only so that
I could savor the unassailable valor of your princely existence; till I exhaled my very
last and stupendously voluptuous breath .

32. HOMELESS- IN ALL MY MIND; BODY AND SOUL.
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my invincibly compassionate eyes;
but strangely this left me haplessly and gruesomely blind in all my mind; body
and soul; for an infinite more of my inimitably priceless lifetimes,
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my poignantly enamoring lips; but
strangely this left me brutally and heartlessly infertile in all my mind; body and soul;
for an infinite more of my bountifully celestial lifetimes,
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my indefatigably fantasizing brain;
but strangely this left me hopelessly and venomously robotic in all my mind; body
and soul; for an infinite more of my spell-bindingly fructifying lifetimes,
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my unassailably masculine shoulders;
but strangely this left me devastatingly and irretrievably weak in all my mind; body
and soul; for an infinite more of my marvelously jubilant lifetimes,
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my majestically burgeoning destiny;
but strangely this left me forlornly and lividly chanceless in all my mind; body and
soul; for an infinite more of my triumphantly eclectic lifetimes,
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my effervescently chattering tongue;
but strangely this left me torturously and unbearably silent in all my mind; body and
soul; for an infinite more of my ecstatically infallible lifetimes,
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my euphorically adventurous feet; but
strangely this left me worthlessly and wantonly monotonous in all my mind; body and
soul; for an infinite more of my victoriously beautiful lifetimes,
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my vivaciously artistic shadow; but
strangely this left me treacherously and tawdrily delirious in all my mind; body and
soul; for an infinite more of my vibrantly inscrutable lifetimes,
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my ravishingly tantalizing belly; but
strangely this left me blasphemously and egregiously famished in all my mind; body
and soul; for an infinite more of my mystically resplendent lifetimes,
It was you who infact abruptly went away from my golden globules of sweating
perseverance; but strangely this left me inexplicably and fetidly meaningless in all my
mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my unendingly exhilarating lifetimes,

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