1. I WASN’T PREPARED
I was prepared to wait for robust health; spending many a limitless decade; miserably
entwined in the dungeons of decaying debilitation,
I was prepared to wait for fascinating desire; worthlessly whiling countless hours on
the trot; in the mists of disparagingly dolorous monotony,
I was prepared to wait for enchanting prosperity; remorsefully stagnating on
infinitesimally threadbare soil; with my haplessly tattered rags splitting more
obnoxiously than ever before; under the sweltering Sun,
I was prepared to wait for unflinching camaraderie; staggering like a worthless urchin
on the desolate streets; with only insidiously parasitic mosquitoes perched in
unfathomable quantities on my lambasted chin,
I was prepared to wait for scintillating righteousness; wasting the entire tenure of my
impoverished life; truculently besieged by the graveyard of delinquently deteriorating
lies,
I was prepared to wait for voluptuous desire; meaninglessly trespassing through the
aisles of nothingness and cripplingly lackluster stoicism; for infinite more births yet to
unveil,
I was prepared to wait for triumphant happiness; horrendously kissing the corpses of
ghastly malice and defeat; till the time I traumatically tread on the trajectory of this
earth,
I was prepared to wait for insatiable ecstasy; derogatorily rotting in unsurpassably
pallid doomsday; letting my entire visage metamorphose into a gutter of criminally
sucking leeches,
I was prepared to wait for unconquerable glory; meekly subjugating my body to the
whiplashes of the society; pathetically collapsing like a pack of soggy matchsticks;
even before a soul could raise his voice,
I was prepared to wait for dazzling flamboyance; stupidly diffusing every unfurling
instant of my life; into a coffin of delinquently gruesome morbidity,
I was prepared to wait for Herculean strength; withering away like an insipidly
insulted porcupine; at even the most diminutive draught of parsimonious wind,
I was prepared to wait for majestic eloquence; barking like a disastrously cacophonic
and wounded crow; till the last breath I ghoulishly exhaled,
2. I was prepared to wait for unequivocally explicit candidness; substituting the chapter
of my life; with the webs of satanically bizarre manipulation instead,
I was prepared to wait for patriotic victory; baselessly pulverizing myself every
unleashing moment of my life; with the threadbare smoke of derogatorily dastardly
defeat,
I was prepared to wait for exhilarating mysticism; deliberately enshrouding my
agonizingly trembling demeanor; with maliciously devilish monotony from all
sides,
I was prepared to wait for prolific success; nonchalantly swallowing the tail of
thwarting failure; everytime I exuded into even the most infidel of movement,
I was prepared to wait for spell binding aristocracy; lecherously staggering on each
path of my life; abhorrently dedicating each second of my time; swapping flies on the
walls of my sordidly stinking hutment,
I was prepared to wait for ravishingly perpetual breath; insanely offering every
element of my mind; body and soul; to the thunderously marauding demon and
the hell of torturous death,
And I was prepared to wait for every conceivable comfort and richness on this
fathomless earth O! Almighty Lord; but I wasn’t the slightest prepared to
wait for her ecstatically vibrant caress; I wasn’t the slightest prepared to wait for her
celestially immortal and bountiful love .
