Poetry

1. NO HOLDBACKS
There were times when I held dogmatically back my sleep; even though my
disastrously beleaguered eyes felt like forever popping out of their brutally tyrannized
sockets,
There were times when I irretrievably held back my smiles; even though the corners
of my lips miserably ached to profoundly blossom; till times beyond majestically
glorious eternity,
There were times when I irrevocably held back my hunger; even though the
thunderously hedonistic reverberations in my stomach; woke even the most truculent
of demons in the cosmos; from aisles of deep siesta,
There were times when I stubbornly held back my triumph; even though the Sun of
blistering success; came on my doorstep to uninhibitedly kiss my impoverished feet,
There were times when I torturously held back my creativity; even though
unsurpassable cloudbursts of blissfully fructifying fantasy; royally sprouted from
every conceivable cranny of my mind,
There were times when I uncaringly held back my tears; even though countless
mirrors of hapless desperation shattered to horrendously maiming nothingness; inside
the dormitories of my weeping soul,
There were times when I resolutely held back my yawns; even though the
insurmountably unceasing bedspreads of laziness; slowly and slowly lulled each of my
senses into a soporific lullaby,
There were times when I devoutly held back my aspirations; even though the
rhapsodically ebullient fireball of optimistic dynamism; wholesomely circumscribed
every ingredient of my effervescent blood,
There were times when I fanatically held back my bravado; even though the winds of
unflinching fearlessness; indefatigably perpetuated me to fight for justice till the very
last bone down my spine thrived,
There were times when I deliriously held back my frolic; even though the impeccably
mischievous child in me; torturously asphyxiated to a prematurely decrepit end,
There were times when I barbarously held back my desires; even though the
titillations of insatiable sensuality in the pores of my skin were more poignantly
unconquerable; than streaks of regally white lightening in scarlet sky,

2. There were times when I ungainly held back my philosophies; even though the
unprecedented urge to disseminate the essence of gloriously unfettered mankind;
spawned like an insuperable fortress in every comprehensible cranny of my
countenance,
There were times when I baselessly held back my dreams; even though the caverns of
unfathomably effulgent excitement; timelessly burgeoned in every rivulet of crimson
blood; that ecstatically encircled my brain,
There were times when I nonsensically held back my freedom; even though every
dormitory of my mind; body and victorious soul; wanted to timelessly kiss the
ultimate apogees of tranquilly coruscated paradise,
There were times when I immutably held back my poetry; even though the
profoundly illuminated lanterns of bountiful sensitivity; caressed a miraculously new
high in the fabric of my life,
There were times when I bigotedly held back my fists; even though the urge to
defend myself against the treacherously rapacious and indiscriminately marauding
monsters; rose beyond the heavens in my diminutively nimble body,
There were times when I intransigently held back my melody; even though the
uncurbed desire to effusively blend with the colors of panoramic nature; passionately
drifted from each word that I spoke,
There were times when I intractably held back my breath; even though the invaluable
instinct of sustaining life; tempestuously pounded like the entire force on this earth;
upon my despairingly aggrieved and strangulated lungs,
But at no time of my parsimoniously truncated life could I ever hold back the beats
of my endlessly fervent heart; could I ever hold back the wave of unshakable
romance that it perennially culminated into; could I ever dream of holding back my
immortal love for you and only you; O! Pricelessly divine beloved.