42. OMNIPRESENT MOTHER
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a valley of stupendously exotic and tantalizingly resurgent; freshness,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a cloudburst of eternally symbiotic and pricelessly invincible; humanity,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a dynamite of unceasingly ardent and unconquerably righteous; energy,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a waterfall of indefatigably enthralling and poignantly divine; sensuousness,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a cocoon of immeasurably blissful and bountifully unlimited; fantasy,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a mist of magically ameliorating and timelessly coalescing; friendship,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times ever unfurling instant; into a meadow of uninhibitedly mesmerizing and celestially unrestricted; mischief,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a cradle of inimitably artistic and insuperably fragrant; newness,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into an ocean of unsurpassably undefeated and enchantingly everlasting; desire,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a dewdrop of astoundingly unprecedented and limitlessly royal; sensitivity,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a field of unbelievably emollient and effulgently jubilant; victory,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a kaleidoscope of amazingly fructifying and unendingly subliming; color,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a fortress of altruistically philanthropic and boundlessly unbreakable; unity,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a rainbow of charismatically unfettered and ubiquitously endowing; versatility,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a fireball of handsomely augmenting and perennially passionate; longing,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a seed of indomitably glorious and marvelously proliferating; virility,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a Sun of profoundly optimistic and unstoppably blazing; enlightenment,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a pearl of unlimitedly ecstatic and vibrantly unshakable; creativity,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a paradise of supremely unmatched and resplendently miraculous; breath,
By the Grace of God; you were born an infinite times every unfurling instant; into a heartbeat of immortally fervent and timelessly uniting; love,
But still you just called one particular day in the entire year as your “ Happy Birthday” ; as it was that very day when you’d crawled out from the womb of the Greatest source of life; it was that very day when you’d liberated from the womb of the Greatest God on this Universe; who was none other but your Omnipresent Mother.
43. LIVING DEAD – PART 2
You might perhaps not need their altruistic support anymore; as you now felt yourself to be the strongest organism on the Universe; blazing through even the most fearful of maelstroms; in the untamed effervescent flavor of youth,
You might perhaps not need their compassionate fragrance anymore; as you now had the most pricelessly opulent of scents; sanctimoniously lined up on the windshield of your majestically crimson Mercedes,
You might perhaps not need their amiably bonding house anymore; as you now
resided in the most invincibly diamond studded castle; on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,
You might perhaps not need their selflessly guiding lights anymore; as you now evolved a civilization of unparalleled newness on every path you transgressed; pierced through even the most ghoulishly appalling darkness with your spell bindingly hawk-eyed sight,
You might perhaps not need their celestial nourishment anymore; as triumphant blood now flowed through your ebulliently ecstatic veins; at a speed faster than magical white lightening,
You might perhaps not need their profoundly heartwarming caress anymore; as
you now merrily cavorted with the girl of your choice behind the rain soaked
hills; with her hands convivially exploring every cranny of your miserably trembling skin,
You might perhaps not need their indefatigable inspiring anymore; as you now had the entire planet subliming you to unflinchingly march forward; to ubiquitously disseminate the royally unfettered power of your God-gifted artistry,
You might perhaps not need their optimistically enlightening talks anymore;
as you now had perennially imbibed the good’s and bad’s of inscrutably fantastic existence; deep into the dormitories of your blessed soul,
You might perhaps not need their irrefutably authoritative signature anymore; as you now had majestically carved a brilliant niche for your ownself on this limitlessly mesmerizing planet; and people around knew you by your very own inimitably victorious identity,
You might perhaps not need their lighthearted jokes anymore; as you now had
the power to cognize even the most funniest of anecdotes on the boundless
Universe; laugh every bone of your body out on the incomprehensible parody
generated,
You might perhaps not need their impeccably divinely spirit anymore; as you
now had assimilated all the unconquerably Omniscient spirituality of this timelessly extemporizing planet; tirelessly meditating in front of the Immortal Lord Almighty,
You might perhaps not need their enchantingly undefeatable voice anymore; as you now had discovered that the chords of your mesmerizing throat could timelessly enthrall one and all on this boundlessly insuperable Universe; wonderfully alike,
You might perhaps not need their splendidly recharging pat on the back anymore; as you now had the most iridescently tantalizing waterfalls and maidens to unassailably ignite even the most infidel of your senses,
You might perhaps not need their uninhibitedly emotional bonding anymore; as
you now had the heart of your eternally blessed lover to wholesomely lean and infallibly depend upon,
You might perhaps not need their impregnably untainted shoes anymore; as you
now created an ingeniously unconquerable pathway of effulgent freshness; on even the most evanescent chunk of soil that you tread,
You might perhaps not need their perpetually heartfelt presents anymore; as
every part of your diminutive persona; was now torrentially showered upon by
every bit of panoramically eclectic richness on this victorious planet,
You might perhaps not need their unceasingly fertile smiles anymore; as you
now had the indomitable virility to proliferate into infinite more of your kind; procreate your progeny till the time earth existed by the Grace of Omnipresent Lord Almighty,
You might perhaps not need their unsurpassably ardent breath anymore; as each time you now exhaled romancing in the elixir of youth; nothing else emanated but the fiery first rays of the Omnipotently golden Sun,
You might perhaps not need their Omnipresently throbbing hearts anymore; as
you now had perennially coalesced every beat of your endowed existence with
your heavenly venerated beloved,
But irrespective of whether you needed them the tiniest iota or not; without their blessings your identity wasn’t even an obsolete piece of preposterou
sly bizarre nothingness; without their blessings you stood neither in heaven and not even the most diabolical of hell; without their blessings success forever metamorphosed into gruesome failure before you could even scent it; O! Yes without the blessings of your Godly Parents you weren’t just dead; but a sinfully satanic living dead.
44. THE OMNIPRESENT MOTHER
What was more sacrosanct; was it her inimitably ebullient and beautifully crimson blood; or was it her celestially invincible and victoriously unflinching; milk?
What was more compassionate; was it her uninhibitedly everlasting and blissfully bonding embrace; or was it her impregnably bountiful and victoriously heavenly; belly?
What was more beautiful; was it her impeccably artistic and timelessly emphatic eyes; or was it her philanthropically helping and magically ameliorating; palms?
What more Omnipotent; was it her pricelessly undefeated and perpetually liberating blessings; or was it her unconquerably miraculous and perennially triumphant; footprints?
What was more fragrant; was it her unceasingly royal and altruistically infallible principles of humanity; or was it her unalterably truthful and gloriously
pristine; sweat?
What was more artistic; was it her innocuously nubile and divinely unbridled
skin; or was it her Omnisciently curvaceous and mellifluously entwining; fingers?
What was more tranquil; was it her resplendently effulgent and blessedly synergistic lap; or was it her incredulously mollifying and unnervingly venerated; voice?
What was more blessed; was it her tirelessly fructifying and symbiotically blossoming countenance; or was it her selflessly sacrificing and limitlessly endowing; fantasies?
What was more sensitive; was it her daintily twinkling and iridescently euphoric ears; or was it her Omnisciently unimpeachable and boundlessly benign; soul?
What was more queenly; was it her intrepidly fearless and spotlessly unperturbed stride; or was it her brilliantly enriching and immaculately unconquerable; eyelashes?
What was more sheltering; was it her untiringly unhindered and courageously carrying shoulders; or was it her unfathomably mitigating and pricelessly comforting; shadow?
What was more promising; was it her jubilantly unparalleled and irrefutably unshakable signature; or was it her endlessly undying and fantastically flamboyant; aura?
What was more indomitable; was it her affably melanging and poignantly showering smile; or was it her unlimitedly ardent and astoundingly fecund; strength?
What was more accentuated; was it her peerlessly undefeated and exuberantly
transcending stare; or was it her supremely affable and prudently eclectic; nose?
What was more enlightening; was it her celestially melodious and harmoniously uniting voice; or was it her fabulously spotless and charismatically honest; conscience?
What was more life-yielding; was it her unstoppably fervent and amazingly
proliferating breath; or was it her ubiquitously spawning and timelessly unassailable; virility?
What was more vivacious; was it her fantastically uncurbed and spell bindingly evolving brain; or was it her innocently kissing and synergistically reviving; lips?
What was more faithful; was it her passionately throbbing and endlessly gregarious heartbeat; or was it her simplistically blessed and eternally persevering bones?
Well the answer to all of the above was a big “nothing”; neither was anything of hers was better than something of hers; neither could anything of hers be compared to anything existing on earth and even beyond infinite infinity; as just everything; O! Yes completely and entirely everything; of her The Omnipresent mother was intransigently Immortal.
45. SOLELY AN IMMORTAL MOTHER
Some called her a tantalizing seductress; philandering uninhibitedly through the inscrutably rustling forests,
Some called her an angel having just descended from the sky; bountifully pacifying even the most traumatically agonized senses; with the stupendous charisma in
her voice,
Some called her a poignantly tangy wave; profusely enlightening the gruesomely pallid atmosphere around; with the incredulous euphoria in her ravishing stride,
Some called her an unfathomably enigmatic wind; that mystically tingled countless of impoverished souls; in the heavenly swirl of her compassionately diffusing breath,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; feeding it with celestial granaries of impeccable milk; and loads of overwhelmingly silken warmth.
Some called her a gloriously alluring pack of metamorphosing cards; enthusing boundless with the magic in her triumphant smile,
Some called her an insurmountably nubile vixen; voraciously drowning even the most lecherously monotonous; in an untamed thunderbolt of never ending raw desire,
Some called her a fabulously evading mirage; captivating even the most insensitively alien; in the ingratiating aroma that lingered incomprehensibly around each of her vivacious senses,
Some called her an unsurpassable carpet of marvelously scarlet roses; profoundly illuminating every dwindling path that she tread on; with the philanthropic divinity enshrouding her immaculate conscience,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; cuddling its tuft of innocuously heavenly hair indefatigably throughout the day; sequestering it from the even most infinitesimal of evil every moment of the disastrously horrendous night.
Some called her an unparalleled magician; metamorphosing every shattered heart that she caressed; into an enthralling paradise which kissed the realms of eternity,
Some called her an irrefutably bestowing fairy Goddess; fulfilling every wish of the despicably shivering and miserably penurious,
Some called her an exuberantly swimming mermaid; deluging the invidiously pathetic gloom around; with her unbelievably enamoring charisma and tinkling footsteps,
Some called her a panacea for even the most devastatingly debilitated disease; impregnably finding reprieve under nothing else on this planet; but
her magnanimously showering palms,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; sacrificing everything in her life; to witness it eternally blossom into the most invincibly unflinching entity alive.
Some called her a fantasy come true for all births; tickling the most inner most dormitories of the ludicrously bedraggled mind; with optimistic hope and intrepidly soaring adventure,
Some called her a neverending heartthrob; royally making them feel the most opulent organisms ever alive; as they perpetually bonded with her flamboyantly pulsating festoon of rhythmic beats,
Some called her a gorgeously blissful experience; rejuvenating their obsoletely remorseful blood; with the unconquerable exhilaration of life,
Some called her reflection that triggered fathomless whirlpools of insatiable yearning; coining a whole new chapter of mesmerizing existence,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; keeping it incessantly close to her womb; bequeathing upon it all the tenacity in this world to survive; even after she veritably died.
46. DIVINELY MOTHER
You were my first and last SMILE in life; incessantly triggering me to exist in celestial contentment; even though the clouds of abominably treacherous manipulation enshrouded me from all sides,
You were my first and last HOPE in life; profoundly enlightening vibrantly optimistic rays of desire in my impoverished existence; propelling me to kiss the aisles of astronomically benevolent success,
You were my fist and last STRENGTH in life; imparting me with the overwhelmingly Herculean resilience; to unflinchingly confront even the most mightiest of insidious devil,
You were my first and last FANTASY in life; handsomely flooding each arena of my incredulously bizarre mind; with the tonic of astounding rhapsody and majestic
happiness,
You were my first and last AMBITION in life; indefatigably transpiring
me to blossom into the best; uninhibitedly dedicate each of my senses to the service of despicably shivering mankind,
You were my first and last ADVENTURE in life; as I poignantly soared above the charismatic clouds; exuberantly blending each ingredient of my crimson blood with unparalleled and enigmatic excitement,
You were my first and last PHILOSOPHY in life; illuminating my every night of insidiously lecherous blackness; with the irrefutably pious ideologies of
immortal mankind,
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