Poetry

1. AS LONG AS
It was perfectly OK; even if you were profusely fastidious about your
food; wanted to eat the most flirtatiously rubicund morsels of tantalizing
fruit before commencing every of your delectable meal,
It was perfectly OK; even if you were overwhelmingly squeamish about
the way you dressed; insatiably desired to embellish your nimble
countenance; with the finest fraternity of regale silk that was found on the
rustic mountain sheep,
It was perfectly OK: even if you were unfathomably obsessive about the
things you liked and abominably disliked; at times even waking a countless
night on the incessant trot; to heavenly placate even the most infinitesimal
of your desire,
It was perfectly OK: even if you euphorically danced without the slightest
rhyme or reason at the crackle of voluptuous midnight; even as the world
perpetually snored in immutably forlorn unison,
O! Yes it was perfectly OK even if you executed the most
wildest of your idiosyncracies; as long as you indefatigably
proliferated God’s symbiotically burgeoning living kind; as
long as you invincibly stood with every sect of humanity;
till the time you aristocratically emanated your very last breath.
1.
It was perfectly OK: even if you assiduously clambered fathomless nights
on the trot; just to mischievously roll every of your luridly beleaguered
senses with the ultimate epitome of the freezing Himalayas,
It was perfectly OK; even if you uninhibitedly rolled through marshes of
uncouthly untamed wilderness; ardently scratching your frolicking flesh
with every conceivable thorn that lay; disdainfully sprawled in vicinity,
It was perfectly OK; even if you unrelentingly chased unruly dogs in fields
of hay; jubilantly philandered with chuckling hen as the Sun set in spell
binding harmony behind the mesmerizing hills,
It was perfectly OK; even if you sporadically nibbled at chunks of
obnoxiously worthless cheese like a new born infant; although you had
handsomely swept well past the threshold of eclectic maturity; countless
years ago,
O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you exuded into the most
skittish of your tantrums left; right and wayward center; as
long as you perennially bonded with God’s most Omnipotent

2. spirit of love; gloriously saluted every religion and color
alike; as the
religion of divinely mankind.
2.
It was perfectly OK; even if you obsessively waited for torrential drops of
rain to thunderous rain to pelt; sadly from the heart of a profanely
cloudless sky,
It was perfectly OK: even if you were the first organism on this
gargantuan planet to irately soliloquize words grotesquely upside down;
paving an esoteric pathway of your very own; which had never ever been
replicated on this Universe before,
It was perfectly OK; even if you intransigently wanted the most ephemeral
beauty of this unsurpassably unending cosmos before your impeccable
eyes all the time; timelessly basking in the glory of nothing else but
sensuously ingratiating graciousness,
It was perfectly OK; even if you uniquely chose to transgress
through the acridly flaming thorns of truth; while the
ostentatiously conventional society danced
in the aisles of horrifically derogatory manipulation; outside,
O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you drifted every aspect of your life
towards the most unimaginable of your whims; as long as you
philanthropically mitigated all vindictively assaulted humanity from
graveyards of depravation; as long as you made eternally everlasting
righteousness the sole mantra of your nimble existence.
3.
It was perfectly OK; even if you ecstatically rollicked in the lap of your
revered mother; every unraveling moment of the brilliantly stupendous
day; and each wind of the resplendently star studded night,
It was perfectly OK: even if you immutably plucked stoical
blades of lackadaisical grass all life; intrepidly staring at
phlegmatic puffs of robustly emerald sky to
victoriously rejoice,
It was perfectly OK; even if you erred more number of times than you
took quintessentially ravishing breath; stuttering like a nonchalant skeleton
on every
exuberant step that you lamely tread,

3. It was perfectly OK; even if you profoundly dedicated infinite births of
yours solely to the essence of majestic artistry; although there was not an
inconspicuous penny in there; and as your robotically mundane mates
minted mines of imperially glittering gold; outside,
O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you gyrated your uninhibited
countenance solely to the tunes of your heart; mind; conscience and no
one else; as long as you patriotically dazzle into the rainbows of a
vibrantly optimistic tomorrow; as long as you liberate
every beat of your heart to love the atmosphere of oneness; to
love the atmosphere
of Omnipresent human kind.