Poetry

1. NEWNESS
Be it in the very first rays of ethereally magnificent dawn; enlightening every cranny
of despairingly flagrant blackness with unfathomably unceasing majesty,
Be it in the nimble squeaking of the freshly born infant; profoundly enrapturing
monotonously usurped existence; with an unprecedented power to forever survive,
Be it in the transiently hood-winking beams of the vivaciously uninhibited rainbow;
casting their magic on every fretfully beleaguered bone; till times beyond infinite
infinity,
Be it in the pristinely nascent shoots sprouting from the corrugated branches of the
tree; delightfully swaying in insatiable ecstasy with the virile currents of summer wind,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly
searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what tingled
every aspect of my existence till even beyond the realms of eternal paradise; O! Yes
Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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Be it in the unrestrictedly artistic lines scrawled on barren canvas; embellishing the
chapter of mundanely manipulative survival today; with unceasingly copious rivers of
color and vibrant charm,
Be it in the infantile trickle of water dribbling painstakingly from the scorched rocks;
bounteously perpetuating the sweltering atmosphere around with unbelievably
rhapsodic exhilaration,
Be it in the faintly rupturing of the outlines of the immaculate egg; blissfully
announcing the arrival of unparalleled exuberance; in a world of otherwise
preposterously shriveled decay,
Be it in the premature formation of pearly white mists in the sky; triggering a ray of
tantalizingly unsurpassable hope in one and all alike on bereaved earth; that sensuous
rain was soon about to fall,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly
searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what made
me feel the most pricelessly insuperable organism alive; O! Yes Newness was what
my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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2. Be it in the sporadic bouts of laughter of the ebulliently innocuous child; making
truculently agonized heart’s all across this boundless Universe; melt and frolic into
the meadows of effulgent childhood,
Be it in the incoherently optimistic quacking of the fledgling swans; trying to
timelessly disseminate the message of egalitarian peace towards endless sky and
emollient earth; wonderfully alike,
Be it in the inconspicuously sensitive dewdrop on the blade of ravenously enthralling
grass; radiating into a beam of perpetually golden righteousness; with the first rays of
the Sun,
Be it in the intrepidly adventurous wave disappearing wholesomely into the horizons
and deep sea; permeating even bit of the gruesomely bedraggled ambience around
with celestially tangy happiness,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly
searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what
unconquerably fuelled every ingredient of my blood to pump life; O! Yes Newness
was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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Be it in the singular star that regally twinkled in the grotestquely cloudy and foggily
obfuscated night; granting glorious reprieve from a countless inadvertently
committed sins,
Be it in the match-boxed minuscule hutment barren without any quintessential
amenity of life; yet with a roof so compassionate; that it sequestered you from
the most devastating of storm and rain,
Be it in the inarticulately indefatigable buzzing of the bumble bee; spawning into
cisterns of invaluably harmonious nectar; a sweetness which no power on this
turgid earth could ever transcend or destroy,
Be it in the whisper of the fugitively nubile maiden; engendering every pore on the
satanically lambasted skin to excitedly stand; even as she extinguished into
a valley of nothingness; sooner than she had arrived,
Be it in the infinitesimally silken beat of the heart; which arose towards the cosmos
for just an instant; but united the entire estranged Universe in chords of immortal
love; before it veritably died,

3. Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly
searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what
propelled me to procreate countless more of my very own humanitarian kind; O! Yes
Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.