1. IF ITS FROM YOUR HEART
Whether it was fainter than the rustling of inconspicuous grass; or whether it
perpetually blazed through the mortuaries of depression forever and ever and ever,
Whether it squeaked like a disdainfully disappearing rat; or whether it handsomely
reverberated past the norms of the tyrannically conventional society,
Whether it cadaverously sunk an infinite feet beneath lackluster soil even
before it could arise; or whether it resembled the everlastingly enamoring
effervescence of the timelessly vivacious rainbow in celestial sky,
Whether it was as preposterously weak as the infidel ant; or whether it inimitably
silenced even the most infinitesimal trace of diabolism on this Universe in
a righteously single cry,
Whether it was more inarticulately mumbling than the winds of grouchily
disappointing oblivion; or whether it relentlessly roared like the majestically
unflinching lion; till times immemorial,
Whether it gasped and miserably stuttered like a lividly subjugated gutterpipe; or
whether it perennially blossomed like the tendrils of the sensuously untamed rose; to
blend with the compassionate moisture of the skies,
Whether it croaked like an acrimoniously repugnant frog; or whether it caressed the
innermost dormitories of the soul; like a brilliantly undefeated prince,
Whether it irascibly buzzed like the abjectly parsimonious mosquito; or whether it
timelessly danced in triumphant delight; like the very first droplets of ubiquitously
bonding and eternally fructifying rain,
Whether it rapidly deteriorated into vapid nothingness immediately after it had arisen;
or whether it unstoppably marched forward on the path to insuperably blessed
success,
Whether it forever bore the imprint of shamefully ludicrous timidity; or whether it
ebulliently galloped like an uninhibited kangaroo through the trails of fearlessly
enlightening adventure,
Whether it unceasingly seemed like the ethereally dwindling horizons; or whether it
vividly enthralled like the extraordinarily pristine oceans of magnanimously
rejuvenating froth,
2. Whether it sounded incoherent jinxed like quaint crusts of severely dilapidated rust;
or whether it proliferated into a cosmos of ever-pervading freshness till moments
beyond infinite infinity,
Whether it wobbled in the realms of impoverished uncertainty; or whether it
brilliantly glimmered like the Omnipotently flamboyant rays of the Morning Sun,
Whether it disintegrated into a corpse of pathetically disintegrating emptiness; or
whether it beautifully melanged with the mists of resplendently sensuous paradise,
Whether it penuriously flickered for a countless lifetimes; or whether it was an
unlimited times better than the cadence of the mellifluously gorgeous nightingale,
Whether it was as flaccidly indolent as the stride of the tortoise; or whether it raced
like stupendously kingly lightening through the most hideously truculent pathways of
horrific despair,
Whether it seemed as non-existent as the dead-mans lifeless carcass; or whether it
indomitably towered above every tangible and intangible entity on the trajectory of
this unbelievably unassailable planet,
Whether it sounded like the most haplessly pulverized brick of the foundation; or
whether it consecrated a whole new civilization of unconquerable goodness; upon its
synergistic dissemination into the atmosphere,
Irrespective of whatever; if your voice is altruistically philanthropic; if your voice is
tirelessly ardent for every bit of panoramically symbiotic goodness existing on this
boundless earth; if your voice is as pristinely sacred as the milk of your divinely
mother; most importantly if your voice above everything else is from the innermost
dormitories of your benign heart; then it irrefutably and immortally reaches and
bonds forever and ever and ever; with the Omnipotent breath of the Creator Divine.
