1. 12.0 CLOCK
12.0 Clock. A moment when the voluptuous seduction of ingratiating blackness;
enshrouded each frazzled nerve of mine with silken sensuousness,
12.0 Clock. A moment when overwhelmingly enchanting melody; whispered a tale of
profound mysticism in my frantically insane and bereaved ears,
12.0 Clock. A moment when a carpet of rejuvenating serenity blissfully infiltrated into
my lunatically manipulative life; celestially placating every inexplicably traumatic
thought of mine,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the entire Universe outside seemed to be a mesmerizing
paradise; with an unfathomable ocean of benign goodness; profusely encapsulating
every ingredient of my tyrannically lambasted blood,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the resplendently milky light of the charismatic Moon
titillated me till times immemorial; bathing me in a cistern of wonderfully enamoring
beauty,
12.0 Clock. A moment when an unsurpassable garden of reinvigorating scent
encompassed my disastrously staggering stride; triumphantly urging me to embed the
flag of philanthropic victory; on the path of righteous mankind,
12.0 Clock. A moment when tantalizingly cool breeze exuberantly brushed through
my dolorously dwindling eyes; transpiring me to fantastically erupt in an unrelenting
cocoon of; spell binding fantasy,
12.0 Clock. A moment of unbelievably rapturous delight; when the rustling of the
vivacious trees; seemed like the eternal heavens had bountifully descended down,
12.0 Clock. A moment which metamorphosed the complexion of my beleaguered lips
to a poignant crimson; triggering in me the insatiable urge to blend with all
sensuously exotic beauty around,
12.0 Clock. A moment when aristocratic waves of tranquility; miraculously changed
the definition of my haplessly shattering life; to a civilization of perennially
blossoming freshness,
12.0 Clock. A moment that blissfully redefined every aspect of my monotonously
mundane survival; enlightening each of my hopelessly crippling footsteps; with a
reservoir of unconquerably heavenly newness,
2. 12.0 Clock. A moment which regally painted the impoverished kaleidoscope of my
dithering existence with an incomprehensible valley of vibrant color; making me
wholesomely believe in the harmoniously benevolent principles of; priceless
humanity,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the relentless stare of the vividly striped owl;
tumultuously evoked me to conceive beyond the realms of the sparklingly
extraordinary; diffuse into a flower of innovative freshness; every unfurling minute of
my existence,
12.0 Clock. A moment which impregnated my lackadaisically nonchalant life with
astronomically unending spice; as the magnificently eclectic frequency of the
atmosphere; lit a lantern of love through every vein of my persona,
12.0 Clock. A moment fabulously relieving me of even the most infinitesimal of
tensions; deluging the canvas of my beautifully scintillating breath; with ubiquitously
untamed euphoria,
12.0 Clock. A moment which royally catapulted me beyond all sinful apprehensions
of pragmatic life; as majestically coalesced with the aisles of unending desire; for
infinite more births yet to come,
12.0 Clock. A moment when there seemed nothing but the ravishing scent of the
unassailably princely rose; as the petals of my lugubriously despairing life; bloomed
full throttle towards the pathways of insurmountable excitement,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the breath that nondescriptly diffused from my nostrils;
suddenly incinerated an invincible cloudburst of romantic passion; in the pathetically
fading atmosphere,
O! Yes. 12.0 Clock. A moment when the stringently conventional society outside
snored ludicrously; incarcerated well within the asphyxiating agony of quilts and
spurious air-conditioner; while my heart had just commenced to sing the beats of
love and life; as it was now fascinating midnight.
