Poetry

1. 100% NATURAL
At times an inferno of poignantly towering emotions; while at times a meadow of
resplendently blissful tranquility that stretched for times immemorial,
At times an astoundingly prolific bombardment of restlessness; while at times a river
of celestially milky and exotically unending enchantment,
At times an untamed volcano of tantalizing voluptuousness; while at times as
beautifully heavenly as the mystical mists on the spell bindingly gregarious
mountaintops,
At times a ferociously undulating sea of unbelievably ecstatic exhilaration; while at
times the majestically sleeping castle of fathomless dreams,
At times an indefatigably reverberating catharsis of the countenance; while at times
the ingratiatingly innocuous pearl floating in holistic harmony; at the bottom of
blue sea,
At times an impudently overpowering monster transcending over the realms of
pragmatic sagaciousness; while at times the boundless fleet of silken birds regally
sweeping through the clouds,
At times a passionately never ending fire that Omnipotently enlightened the
complexion of this dreary planet; while at times a phlegmatically lazing tortoise;
paying an absolute deaf ear to the conventionally turgid society,
At times wave of endlessly swirling and enthralling excitement; while at times a
nimble dewdrop sensitively curled; and waiting for the very first rays of; fantastically
ephemeral dawn,
At times a blazingly marching patriotic soldier for whom even the ghastliest of death
caused no fear; while at times at river of amiably drifting contentment; in complete
synergy with the Lord Divine,
At times a profoundly ambiguous wind incessantly vacillating between the limitless
shades of vivacious life; while at times the rejuvenating incense sticks of irrefutably
sparkling truth,
At times an unrelenting cistern of ebullient happiness; while at times inevitably
entrenched by obfuscated skies of disparaging sadness,
At times a perennial whirlwind of insurmountable rhapsody; while at times a timidly
retreating butterfly sandwiched in cocoons of sordid remorsefulness,

2. At times a fireball of indefatigably uxorious fantasy which never ends; while at times
an impeccably sleeping angel wholesomely oblivious to the unfurling of rapid time,
At times an unparalleled storm which took the entire living race by radically dramatic
surprise; while at times a sheepish leaf wilting towards even the most infinitesimal
draught of breeze,
At times carving a way of its very own amidst countless others engulfed with baseless
rigidity; while at times stooping like an obeisant angel in front of the Almighty
divine,
At times an eternally frolicking peacock vividly flirting behind the hills; while at times
fretting and fuming in the aisles of treacherously betraying morbidity,
At times an unsurpassable caravan of philanthropic goodness; while at times lured by
fabulously eloping and nubile damsels as the bodies euphorically titillated in
the moon soaked night,
O! Yes; at times this; while at times an unfathomable shade of that; but one thing was
intransigently undeniable; that whether I lived forever in the paradise of heaven; or
whether I forever rotted in the gallows of hell with the word die; my heart was; is
and would always remain 100% natural.