Poetry

1. LIGHTING THE LANTERN OF MY LOVE
I might have miserably floundered to metamorphose wild roots of bohemian tree;
into the astronomical summits of the flamboyantly scintillating mountain,
I might have ludicrously stumbled in my attempts to; scrupulously blend every iota of
fathomless sky; with inevitably priceless granules of patriotic soil,
I might have made a pathetic mockery of myself; while incessantly endeavoring to
convert the heinously treacherous crocodile; into a celestially fragrant saint,
I might have insanely dithered to illuminate the devastatingly ulterior interiors of the
gutter; into a garden of bountifully fragrant and voluptuously everlasting rose,
But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this boundlessly gregarious Universe;
as I had triggered the fire of my unassailable love in her impeccable eyes; perpetually
bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet
to unveil .
I might have staggered like a grotesquely cacophonic clown; while inundating every
granule of swelteringly acrimonious desert soil; with fountains of resplendent water,
I might have crumbled more ludicrously than a pack of insipid cards; as I
indefatigably endeavored to quell the most diabolically perilous of hurricane; with the
wavering harmony in my impoverished voice,
I might have relentlessly hung on the branches of sinister desolation; as I
unflinchingly attempted to profoundly rejuvenate; graveyards deluged with a
countless corpse,
I might have despicably sung the tunes of worthless nothingness; while irrevocably
trying to mélange all religions across the mesmerizing Universe; into the unequivocal
religion of humanity,
But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this endlessly ebullient Universe; as I
had impregnably become every element of her marvelously enigmatic destiny;
perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless
more births yet to unveil .
I might have tasted venomously inconspicuous dust; while leaping from the
spacecraft bare chested; to frolic like an angel in the realms of unprecedented desire;
after hitting the uncouthly obdurate ground,

2. I might have been pulverized into indolent bits of infinitesimal tomato curry; while
brazenly attempting to stop the satanic tornado of lechery; with the unsurpassable
resilience lingering in my patriotic stride,
I might have horrendously torched all my fingers into savagely lambasted ash; as I
tried to enamoringly sketch the most gorgeously charismatic forms on this planet; on
barren landscapes of crinkled paper,
I might have withered into a pool of invidiously ghastly blood; while benevolently
trying my best; to revive profusely debilitated orphans; from their graves of bizarrely
inexplicable prejudice,
But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this euphorically timeless Universe;
as I could miraculously sight her Omnipotent countenance each time I opened my
eyes and in deep sleep; alike; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and
philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil .
I might have intransigently failed in every examination of mine; being ruthlessly
kicked like a frigidly disgruntled matchstick; on the lanes of remorsefully abhorrent
malice,
I might have reduced to a droplet of diminutively indecipherable ice; as I explicitly
tried to envisage the contours of magnanimously astounding beauty; in the
entrenchment of glimmering mirrors; leaning by the ferocious fireside,
I might have obsoletely reconciled to live with the pertinently slithering worms; after
being deplorably ostracized by all conventional norms and philosophies; of the
murderously morbid society,
I might have crucified myself on nails of despondently rotting depression;
ignominiously castigated and insidiously rebuked by all fraternities of mankind; as I
tried to diffuse the waves of uninhibitedly synergistic freedom; in monotonously
slaving tribes,
But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this Omnisciently exotic Universe; as
I had eternally succeeded in lighting the lantern of my perennial love in the corridors
of her immortal heart; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic
spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil .