Poetry

1. LIMITLESSLY MAGICAL SPICE
In every sensuously enamoring woman that I philandered with; timelessly flirting and
cavorting behind the freshly rain soaked hills of paradise,
In every beautifully intrepid lane that I traversed through; leading every
uncontrollably exultating pore of my body; into an unceasing gorge of interminably
burgeoning adventure,
In every salubriously scintillating meal that I rapaciously devoured; to celestially
mollify the haplessly disgruntling pangs of hunger; shooting like thunderbolts of
lightening in my emaciated intestines,
In every jubilantly effulgent droplet of dew that I held in my outstretched palms;
profoundly reinvigorating each of my haplessly impoverished senses; with the profuse
bewilderment of bewitching mother nature,
In every conceivable open patch of sky that I sighted with my naked eye; as the Sun
unrelentingly sizzled a handsomely inimitable golden,
In every sip of bounteously crystalline water that I poignantly sipped; letting the
quintessential liquid uninhibitedly soothe every treacherously mangled chord
of my discordant throat,
In every living being that I wholeheartedly embraced in my walk towards eternally
fructifying success; by the grace of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
In every tangible and intangibly rhapsodic tune that drifted into my obliviously
trembling eardrums; alleviating me of all my misery and inexplicably asphyxiating
pain,
In every blade of grass that I endlessly frolicked with; unabashedly tossing and
turning; under the mischievously twinkling carpet of pristine stars,
In every triumphantly ecstatic mirror that I sighted my reflection; candidly unraveling
each bit of goodness and inevitable badness in my life; like the cry of an impeccably
newborn child,
In every robustly fascinating fruit that I plucked from the gargantuan tree; whose
unbelievably ubiquitous juice I relished; till times beyond infinite infinity,
In every frostily undulating sea that I indefatigably swam; of course inevitably and in
the end; miserably floundering to kiss the boundless opposite end; with my
singular hands and feet,

2. In every barren sheet of innocuous paper that I inundated with my writings; not
preferring the slightest to leave even a singleton speck of open space; between the
lines I perpetually embossed,
In every bit of rustically chocolate brown soil that I ploughed; to sow the seeds of
fantastically divine virility; and upon which I made my royal bed every iridescently
beaming night,
In every piece of quintessentially Spartan cloth that clung to the contours of my
nimble body; unflinchingly sequestering me all night and day; from the acrimoniously
intolerable heat; inconsolably unbearable cold; storm and rain,
In every aristocratically painted brick that I used in the foundation of my
compassionately comforting dwelling; that bore my weight fearlessly; against the
mightiest of mayhem and vindictive maelstrom,
In every spell-bindingly pungent fantasy that my ignited brain perceived; which was
infact my sole and the most ardent source of blissfully leading each destined moment
of my priceless life,
In every heartily exuberant slap of wind that embraced me uncalled; tirelessly
engendering me to romanticize in a land more bountifully replete than; victoriously
blossoming paradise,
In every passionately fiery kiss that I indulged into; making me feel the most
extraordinarily virile and unassailable organism; on the trajectory of this fathomlessly
resurgent Universe,
If not anything; and I really really don’t care even an ethereal trifle; but I definitely;
and at even a cost greater than every of my perennially rejuvenating breath; wanted
spice; spice and limitlessly magical spice.