Poetry

1. THERE WAS NO HEART BORN
There was no balloon born on this Universe which did not preposterously burst;
unrelentingly diffuse into boundless fragments of gruesomely pulverized rubber;
at being pricked,
There was no desert born on this Universe which did not acrimoniously simmer;
relentlessly torch countless organisms in vicinity; to inconspicuously threadbare
fragments under the sweltering Sun,
There was no ocean born on this Universe which did not ravishingly undulate;
enchantingly disseminate into an unsurpassable mountain of mesmerizing froth; every
unfurling minute of the night and flamboyant day,
There was no star born on this Universe which did not gregariously twinkle;
aristocratically pacify even the most inexplicably traumatic misery; with the
profoundly miraculous Omnipotence in its shine,
There was no camel born on this Universe which did not laggardly hunch;
exhilaratingly ingratiate even the most drearily alien of travelers; with its amiable
smile in all times,
There was no rose born on this Universe which did not bountifully blossom;
ubiquitously propagate the essence of wonderfully timeless equality; to even the
most remotely fathomless quarter of this Omniscient planet,
There was no cloud born on this Universe which did not celestially intoxicate;
indefatigably mesmerize all gruesomely remorseful morbidity in the atmosphere;
with infinite colors of vibrantly fulminating love,
There was no dewdrop born on this Universe which did not fabulously romance;
sensuously enlighten every treacherously whipping iota of drudgery on this
commercial globe; with an unfathomable canvas of optimistic light and artistry,
There was no eyelash born on this Universe which did not mischievously flutter;
blissfully transit even the most monotonously mechanical entities; back into
realms of impeccably heavenly childhood,
There was no mind born on this Universe which did not wildly fantasize; let itself
uninhibitedly wander in the lanes of untamed voluptuousness; fervently hoping
that this reverie didn’t end for centuries immemorial,

2. There was no shadow born on this Universe which did not enigmatically shimmer;
perpetuate every bit of dolorously vengeful space in the cosmos; with stupendously
princely tranquility,
There was no truth born on this Universe which did not symbiotically unite;
coalescing all thunderously powerful and diminutively timid; in threads of eternal
mankind and alike,
There was no destiny born on this Universe which did not handsomely magnetize;
baffling even the most sagaciously stringent norms of science and contemporary
chemistry; with the unsurpassable ocean of intricacies in vivacious life, with an
unsurpassable ocean of piquant vacillations in vivacious life,
There was no tortoise born on this Universe which did not tirelessly laze; feasting its
unbelievably potbellied belly in overwhelmingly harmonious tandem; with the light of
the simmering Sun,
There was no rainbow born on this Universe which did not vividly enthrall;
bestowing a limitless entrenchment of eclectically fructifying desire upon every
despicably bereaved organism; on this fascinating planet,
There was no lion born on this Universe which did not majestically roar;
unconquerably reign supreme as the king of the mystical jungle; everytime this earth
magnanimously proliferated and was enchanting born,
There was no woman born on this Universe which did not graciously attract;
inevitably drawing even the most sonorously whiplashing of organisms; in her
tumultuously tantalizing and sensuously divine swirl,
There was no breath born on this Universe which did not unstoppably bless; evolve
an impregnable entrenchment of godly solidarity and charisma; on every deplorably
barren cranny of this endless earth,
And there was no heart born on this Universe which did not perpetually love;
bonding each of its beats with its unendingly transpiring passion; immortally
following its tunes for infinite more births yet to come; irrespective of whatever
might come its way .