There were times when the fish didn’t need water to swim; ebulliently bounce and gallivant in the full fervor of existence,
There were times when the lips didn’t need a smile to be happy; exult in the grandeur of the mesmerizing beauty; lingering on this Universe all around,
There were times when the eyes didn’t have to close to dream; fantasize beyond the boundaries of infinite infinity,
There were times when the church didn’t need bells to ring; poignantly express the irrefutably divinely consent of the Almighty lord,
There were times when evening didn’t need the Sun to set; metamorphose into overwhelmingly seductive and transient dusk; before the onset of perpetual night,
There were times when the birds didn’t need wings tofly; soar astronomically high in vivacious bits of fabulously blue sky,
There were times when the palms didn’t need lines to be destined; live the most incredulously wonderful existence that could ever be conceived on this earth,
There were times when the throat didn’t need sound to communicate; reach the individual boundless kilometers away in lightening fractions of seconds,
There were times when the body didn’t need muscle to fight; conquer the most invincible of heights with the stupendously majestic ease of a crown prince,
There were times when the storm didn’t need thunderbolts of white electricity; to incarcerate the soil in its mystically enigmatic swirl,
There were times when the matchstick didn’t need flames to burn; escalate the most unsurpassable limits of the cosmos; where no entity had ever tread,
There were times when the diamonds didn’t need stringent light to shine; glisten gorgeously to unleash infernos of insatiable passion,
There were times when the veins didn’t need blood to survive; trigger insurmountable compassion and an unequalled ardor to lead life,
There were times when the snow didn’t need heat to melt; evolve into a spring of profoundly enchanting froth; blessing countless with its heavenly charm,
There were times when the nostrils didn’t need air to live; exist beyond the boundaries of inevitably unfurling fate,
And there were times when the heart didn’t need a voice to proclaim; dedicate its passionately palpitating flurry of fervent beats to the person it loved; the person it wanted to incarcerate for fathomless more births to come .
14. POWERLESS
Powerful to smile; as I heard something abysmally resonating in ludicrous vicinity,
Powerful to fight; as I confronted the mightiest of disaster with astronomical fortitude and tenacity,
Powerful to sleep; as I snored more thunderously than the demons; resting in overwhelmingly celestial contentment,
Power to admire; as I sighted the mesmerizing puffs of clouds floating passionately in azure sky,
Powerful to sketch; as I masterfully captured the labyrinth of picturesque sights which majestically dotted the fathomless gorge,
Powerful to sing; as I inundated the gloomy atmosphere with everlasting waves of seductively rhapsodic melody,
Powerful to mimic; as I possessed the incomprehensibly fascinating virtue to emulate a boundless myriad of voice,
Powerful to write; as I deluged a mountain of disdainfully barren paper; with exquisite lines of oligarchic literature,
Powerful to fantasize; as I triggered the chords of enigmatic imagination to the most ebulliently unprecedented limits,
Powerful to speak; as I silenced unrelentingly menacing mobs of fanatic people; with the domineering authority in my voice,
Powerful to dance; as I gyrated my body in insatiable agony under profusely milky rays of enchanting moonlight,
Powerful to run; as I galloped like the vivacious panther; through the mystical forests at the unveiling of each ephemeral dawn,
Powerful to flirt; as I had this inexplicable tenacity to incarcerate any alien in the swirl of my indefatigable mischief,
Powerful to dig; as I impregnated a tunnel of vibrantly optimistic hope; in layers of obdurately infidel soil,
Powerful to stare; as I relentlessly looked the sweltering sun without flinching the slightest; for hours immemorial,
Powerful to chew; as I masticated the most resilient morsels of food into handsome bits of pulverized chowder,
Powerful to foresee; as I perspicaciously tackled each aspect of pragmatically monotonous life; measuring each step of mine as I walked,
Powerful to breathe; as I lived each moment of life to its most unbelievable capacity; with the euphoria to perennially discover fervently besieging me,
But powerless to face her; as I wholesomely submitted my humble countenance to the wave of her turbulently swirling love; bonding my heart; body and soul with
the immortal essence of her sacred existence .
15. NO HEART SHOULD EVER MISS
No bird should ever miss the exuberant breeze; the unsurpassable bits of vivacious sky; which triggered it to shrug all inhibitions and perpetually fly,
No panther should ever miss the exotic wilderness of the fathomless jungle; the kingly ambience of the royal den which passionately awaited its oligarchic
personality,
No butterfly should ever miss flamboyant sunlight; those vividly boisterous rays that unveiled its grandiloquent beauty; fomented it to gleefully fun and frolic,
No fish should ever miss the ravishingly swirling sea; the unfathomable depths of emerald water which made them magnificently glide like a prince; till times ahead of eternity,
No cloud in the cosmos should ever miss the torrential fountain of rain; the incomprehensible sea of golden water which tumbled down in ecstatic frenzy; upon
disastrously parched ground,
No mother should ever miss playing with her most cherished child; tossing it amicably in air; after harnessing it with her blood and milk,
No glowworm should ever miss the stupendously alluring night; the voluptuous blanket of blackness that aptly propelled it to emanate its dazzling glow,
No eyelid should ever miss a flirtatious wink; the infinitesimally inconspicuous action which sparked of; a flurry of mischievously animated smiles,
No lip should ever miss an insatiably passionately kiss; the ardent caress which made it float in realms of impregnably fascinating fantasy,
No tortoise should ever miss the sprawling meadow of plush grass; the astoundingly remarkable bliss it was blessed to laze in; along with pecking at a festoon of
innocuous insects wandering carelessly around,
No pen should ever miss to marvelously scribble and write; the insurmountable grandiloquence it imparted to simple words; granting them a stature beyond the
kings,
No fruit should ever miss the tantalizing bedcover of succulent leaves; the boundless network of chocolate brown tendrils which sequestered it from the most turbulent storm and rain,
No serpent should ever miss guarding an unprecedentedly colossal treasury of gold biscuits; protecting perseveringly earned wealth with the power of its irrefutably sacred hood,
No valley should ever miss the ingratiatingly spell binding echo; the enigmatic tunnel of reverberations that diffused thereafter; the captivating tunes which had so much to say,
No mind should ever miss a relentlessly proliferating fantasy; the indefatigably enchanting reverie it placed the body in; to exist even beyond infinite births,
No ear should ever miss the fabulously gorgeous tunes of the nightingale; the overwhelmingly seductive melody in the rhapsodic sound; which made the soul
oblivious to all inexplicable misery and sadness,
No throat should ever miss heavenly mountain water; the divinely liquid that cascaded down gently from the pristine slopes; imparting ultimate contentment to the
viciously struggling conscience,
No nostrils should ever miss compassionately volatile breath; the cloudbursts of rejuvenating air flowing incessantly into the lungs; pioneering fresh tra
ces of
life every unfurling instant,
And no heart should ever miss the immortal river of love; which made just one singular life of tangible existence; equivalent to countless more lifetimes .
16. CANDID IMPRESSION
When I asked the serrated skinned crocodile to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely pulverized shape of my celestial form,
When I asked the clouds in the cosmos to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an evanescent image of my countenance; which faded sooner than it had evolved,
When I asked the lecherously silken spider to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an inconspicuous thread like image; of my huge visage,
When I asked the profusely buried tree roots to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an overwhelmingly blotted caricature of my entity; strewn with fathomless tons of dust,
When I asked the hideous vultures in the sky to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; adding a pair of diabolical wings to my body; which made people around
me run for their lives,
When I asked the army of abominable rats to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making cocoons of fetidly stinking cheese; of my magnanimously philanthropic
facial contours,
When I asked the ominously savage stray dog to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a deliciously meaty bone of my exorbitantly heavy weight body,
When I asked the vivaciously striped croaking frog to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a lanky blade of wild grass and blackness; of my robustly sculptured agile framework,
When I asked the infinitesimally diminutive mosquito to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a squalidly diseased form; of my supremely redolent demeanor,
When I asked the resplendent blanket of stars to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a wildly flickering flame; of my emphatically sonorous presence,
When I asked the mammoth plumes of ghastly bellowing smoke to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a unbelievably hostile portrait; of my impeccable persona,
When I asked the gigantic elephant to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an insurmountably opprobrious mushroom; of my majestically domineering form,
When I asked the satanically wading sharks in the ocean to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an enigmatic octopus; of my most unsurpassably pragmatic form,
When I asked the melodiously ticking cuckoo clock to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an incomprehensibly pathetic numeral; of my insatiably
mystical and surreal brain,
When I asked the seed scattered rampantly on soil to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a magical tree producing more of its kind; of my irrefutably pristine visage,
When I asked the thunderously roaring panther to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a spuriously blowing whisker; of my boundless conglomerate of authoritative bones,
When I asked the obnoxiously thorny cactus to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely blistering desert; of my lusciously blossoming body,
When I asked my inimitably sacrosanct mother to sketch me; all she ended up doing was; making an innocuously sleeping child; of my completely grown up form,
But when I asked my divinely immortal beloved to sketch me; she didn’t sketch me at all; ripped apart her heart instead; to show me my candid impression; which had been there since centuries unfathomable; and which she was sure would be always there; everytime she took birth as a human again .
17. LADEN
The tree in the pristine forest; was laden with overwhelming quantities of succulent berry and rhapsodic fruit,
The fathomless expanse of barren sky; was laden with an enchanting conglomerate of seductively silken clouds,
The flower extruding from the delectable farm; was laden with bountiful petals; blossoming into a myriad of tantalizingly colorful forms,
The incomprehensibly huge dictionary; was laden with a battalion of exquisite words; explicitly portraying infinite situations of pragmatic life,
The magnificently shimmering egg; was laden with life yielding yolk; which evolved over a period of time into a mesmerizing offspring,
The trajectory of the majestically swirling ocean; was laden with a festoon of voluptuously undulating waves; spraying profusely handsome salt on the rocks as well
as the shores,
The toweringly colossal mountains; were laden with bed sheets of ingratiatingly scintillating ice; cascading into waterfalls of melodious froth as the Sun flamed
to its full shine,
The boisterously swarming beehive; was laden with golden honey; dribbling in splendid harmony towards chocolate brown territories of soil,
The grandiloquently striped flamingoes perched on the river banks; were laden with a sheath of fabulously satin feathers; propelling them to soar like a pompous
prince in the sky,
The flamboyantly escalating fire; was laden with a flurry of poignant flames; which profoundly illuminated the morbidly dreary and starless night,
The incredulously oligarchic castle; was laden with scores of intricately alluring furniture; an extravagantly jeweled throne on which sat the crown king,
The framework of articulately dexterous bones; was laden with rubicund layers of flesh; granting it thereby the formidable tenacity to surge forward in unprecedented exuberance,
The valiant landscape of the pugnacious battlefield; was laden with innumerable soldiers; ready to sacrifice their life any instant for the sake of their revered motherland,
The boundlessly glistening blackboard; was laden synchronized lines of raw chalk; portraying vital points of survival to earnestly learning students,
The robust periphery of tongue; was laden with gallons of euphoric saliva; instilling in it tangy traces of exotic taste,
The fathomless land of the desert; was laden with infinite tons of stupendously sparkling sand,
The flamboyantly vivacious calendar; was laden with an armory of months and dates; candidly divulging the extraordinary rapid unveiling of time,
The dome sculptured crystalline scalp; was laden with silken curls of voluptuous hair; which imparted a compassionate cushioning against repugnantly vindictive blows,
The profoundly impregnable conscience; was laden with optimistically enlightening ideals; that provided astronomical tenacity to the persona to ecstatically
plunge forward in life,
And the passionately palpitating heart; was laden with invincible love; which kept proliferating towards the sky as the seconds unfurled; kept getting more and
more fortified with each stroke of palpable existence .
18. LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE
I couldn’t talk non stop; for after a while; the chords of my intricate throat started to hurt; and a gruesome hoarseness besieged my persona,
I couldn’t walk non stop; for after a while; the soles of my feet started to ache; and the conglomerate of dreary bones in my body demanded celestial rest,
I couldn’t write non stop; for after a while; my fingers swelled like a plump tomato; and the disdainful sweat on my palms started to drip obnoxiously on barren sheets of white paper,
I couldn’t stare non stop; for after a while; my voluptuously soft cushion of lids fell down with a sigh; and the whites of my eye were desperate to get rid of the tumultuous stinging,
I couldn’t eat non stop; for after a while; the tunnels of my stomach threatened to puke; and the buds of my tongue abhorrently repulsed the most exotic of taste,
I couldn’t dance non stop; for after a while; the fantasy in my mind wholesomely subsided; and I inevitably collapsed on soil for my nocturnal slumber under the resplendent stars,
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