1. MAN OF THE MOMENT
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Unconquerable Mountains; with my
silhouette towering unflinchingly handsome; even as the most hedonistically
extemporizing dinosaurs; lambasted over me left; right and brutal center,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Brilliant Sun; with the uninhibitedly
Omnipotent aura radiating from my demeanor; enlightening the lamp of optimistic
hope in every frigidly diminishing household,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Enigmatic Forests; with an unsurpassably
euphoric stream of inscrutable excitement; perennially lingering from the whites of
my uncannily princely eyes,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Fathomless Cosmos; with the every bit of
the celestially spell binding Universe; compassionately titillating and dancing on my
pristine fingertips,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Nostalgically Romantic Past; with even the
most infinitesimally obsolete cranny of skin rapaciously longing; for the impeccably
glorious moments once again; when I was a Godly infant,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Bountifully Burgeoning Paradise; with all
that wafting from my immaculately milky persona being nothing else but; the
rainbows of everlastingly unfazed success,
I didn’t want to lead life as Man of the Effervescently Ticklish Circus; with even the
most diminutively nimble bone of my countenance fulminating into an untamed
catharsis of impregnably unparalleled laughter,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Redolently Vivacious roses; ubiquitously
disseminating the scent of wonderfully egalitarian existence; in every heart and
soul alike,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Opalescently Revolutionary Millennium;
metamorphosing even the most evanescent coffin of horrendous despair; with my
unfathomable ocean of brilliantly stupefying inventions,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Blazingly Glamorous Hollywood; with even
the most ethereally disappearing of my shadows; being crazily engulfed by winds of
glitterati and intransigently unending cynosure,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Amiably Blissful Stars; indefatigably
shimmering into a festoon of gloriously heavenly ecstasy; for hours and
2. centuries galore,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Endlessly Enamoring Dreams; dogmatically
unable to do anything; except open the corridors of my brain to inexorably
muse; mesmerize and dream,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Jubilantly Undulating Oceans; unfolding
every conceivable minute of my lifetime with the sensuously salty waves; of limitlessly
ebullient springiness,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Charismatically Priceless Pearls; enrapturing
even the most obfuscated ingredient of my impoverished blood; with the miraculous
magic of perpetually grandiloquent Opulence,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Timelessly Fascinating Deserts;
unequivocally rolling in the glistening sands; like the most invincibly silken
prince of all times,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Romantically Imprisoning Winds; timidly
surrendering even the most inconspicuous iota of my existence to the chapters of
voluptuous bewilderment and love,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Blisteringly Dynamic Future; profusely using
the firmament of space age; to mollify even the most infidel of my bodily urge,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Pragmatically Perspicacious Today;
holistically confronting each moment of my symbiotically destined life; as it mystically
unfurled,
But rather if given a choice and by the blessings of the Lord Almighty; I would
indeed want to lead life as man of the current moment; unlimitedly relishing the puff
of air ecstatically tingling my nostrils this very moment; making me feel the richest
organism on earth alive; not only for this birth of mine but for every birth of mine
that the Creator made me to triumphantly sail.
