awoke,
Imagination gives you the stupendous virtue to be prudent; perceive the most hideously evil situation; well ahead of the unfurling decade,
Innovation bestows you with a sense of wholehearted accomplishment; an insatiable urge to exist with waves of ingenious imagery perpetually perpetrating your persona,
Fascination gives you the prowess to feel incomprehensibly celestial; amuse yourself each moment to soar high and abreast with the silken cocoon of blue clouds,
Consternation leaves you open mouthed in unsurpassable disbelief; evacuating the last ounce of wind which circulated rampantly round your robust body,
Tension renders you with dolorously morbid sorrow; ruthlessly assassinating boundless movements of your present day and fathomless minutes of every sweltering night,
Exultation engenders you to bounce euphorically towards the blazing Sun; glistening globules of sheer ecstasy dribbling rhapsodically down your cheeks,
Indentation leaves you with a flurry of ungainly scars; inconspicuously disrupts the heavenly contours of your majestic countenance,
Desperation gives you countless reasons to die; end your tranquil breath by plunging into an island of inevitably sinking sand,
Infection renders you with a lingering sickness; an obnoxiously gruesome taste in your mouth that shatters your delectable premonitions of a harmonious existence,
Inception gifts you the tenacity to conceive higher than the beyond; euphorically enjoy the sweet fruits of creation to the most unprecedented limits,
Emancipation imparts you with a saintly solitude; along with a perennial rest to
your manipulatively swirling mind,
Perspiration triggers in you an unfathomable compassion; the inexorably gratifying satisfaction to relish at the end of the valiantly hard fought day,
Expectation leaves you with unwanted anxiety; a relentless craving for witnessing the ultimate unleash right before your emphatic eyes,
Electrocution freezes you in your very roots; satanically annihilating the minutest trace of breath encapsulating your oligarchic demeanor,
Abortion penalizes you to the most supreme degree; slapping your visage mercilessly for exonerating God's most precious gift to mankind,
Illumination leads you to the realms of ebulliently optimistic hope; dauntingly wading past of sea of diabolical despair; into the doorstep of a vivaciously vibrant tomorrow,
Condemnation leads to suicidal tendencies which pertinently circulate in your mind; an hopeless future which has no happy horizons at all,
Opposition renders your soul with a sense of hearty contentment; immensely fortifying faith in your own set of resilient ideals,
Deception leads you with a place nowhere to run on this boundless planet; getting brutally incarcerated in the end in your trap of irrevocable lies,
Affection grants you with supremely undeniable happiness; the desire to live for your benevolently breathing fellow beings,
And Realization makes you greater than the Divine; granting you with the irrefutable power to metamorphose all your treacherously sinful past into a mesmerizing festoon of infinite more positive tomorrow's.
9. BLOCKED NOSE
Ordinarily I would have heard the sound humming several kilometers away; with my lobes flapping lazily in temperate cocoons of air,
But today I snored thunderously expending my lungs to the most unprecedented capacity; even when a battalion of savage panthers roared menacingly into my ears.
Ordinarily I would have smelt food even when in the heart of deep sleep; insatiably drawn towards it like bolts of white lightening plummeting down from the sky,
But today I presumed it to be slabs of ghoulish stone; infinite daggers ready to permeate my skin; as I trespassed past it with tears of exasperation flooding my eyes.
Ordinarily I would have forgiven hordes of pertinent children fiddling around me; entirely overlooking their flurry of innocuously mischievous gestures; as they naughtily plucked my hair,
But today I ran with a broomstick in my hands; shooing them away to the most fathomless limits as they cast the most evanescent of shadow into my sacred
territory.
Ordinarily I would have waited for times immemorial to hear the voice of the nightingale; blissfully inhaling mountainfulls of mesmerizing air into the voluptuous
jacket of my lungs,
But today I beat my fists left; right and center; almost fractured my palms into countless pieces; waiting in frantic desperation for the bird to arrive.
Ordinarily I would have drifted into a land of insurmountably tantalizing fantasy as I philandered freely in a garden of seductive roses; nimbly caressing the ravishing festoon of crimson petals,
But today I ruthlessly ripped the shrub from its tiniest of root; stashed it uncouthly into the realms of the dilapidated dustbin; for making me deafeningly sneeze.
Ordinarily I would have profoundly engrossed myself into the beauty of the brilliantly dazzling Sun; relentlessly admiring the infinite myriad of its sweltering beams; which magnificently sizzled the gloomy planet,
But today I ran maniacally into the cloistered room; miserably shoved my head under the flimsy blanket; encapsulated my entire caricature with straw; from the most inconspicuous rays of the outside world.
Ordinarily I would have taken inexorably meticulous care in sorting out the coat of grey; scattered frugally on the trajectory of my leaning scalp,
But today I made myself gruesomely bald; tearing apart the exotic follicles in a single stretch like an insane lunatic; slithering in the corridors of hopeless captivity.
Ordinarily I would have obediently followed each of my boss's commands; stooping humbly in front of his domineering demeanor; enticing him in giving me a robust increment,
But today I kicked him satanically in his backside for not catering to my needs; hurtled the colossal sheaf of papers right into the white's of his eye; along with the stale cup of coffee he stingily fed me for refreshment.
Ordinarily I would have desired that life continued till times unsurpassable; with each minute unveiling into blissful shades of tranquilly placid existence,
But today I wanted to sky rocket to my last day of survival; completely disappear for eternity into traces of cold air; rather than blowing my nose raw; expelling a slurry of alien matter in astronomical tons by the unfurling second; bearing inevitably
with the tyranny of a blocked nose.
10. NO BRAKES ON LOVE
Put brakes on the sky; if it rains indefatigably; inundating innocent patches of land with ominous waves of flood water,
Put brakes on the volcano; if it fulminates incessantly out of the earth's belly; gruesomely charring every visible entity in vicinity to inconspicuous bits of ash,
Put brakes on the car; if it escalates beyond the point of no control; ricochets uncontrollably towards the precariously poised and hideously gleaming mountain rail,
Put brakes on the couple; if they indiscriminately break laws of nature by delivering a boundless battalion of children; invidiously harbor the treacherous virtues of
poverty and despicable unemployment,
Put brakes on the ominously swirling whirlpool; if it becomes lethal for survival; insidiously gobbling innocuous children of God; in its vindictive rage,
Put brakes on the heat; if it mercilessly scorches blissful territories of green grass; torments impeccable traces of life for droplets of indispensable water,
Put brakes on the mind; if it proves self destructive; heinously strangulates the divinely melody of existence with its myriad of abysmally baseless forms,
Put brakes on the mouth; if it starts to blabber incoherent cacophony; wails for spurious sympathy; when infact the world was rapidly fading outside,
Put brakes on the lion; if it metamorphoses into a man-eater; relentlessly planning to assassinate blessed civilization; in the barbaric fury of its satanically glaring jaw
s,
Put brakes on the ocean of lies; if it starts to become an overwhelming pain in the conscience; proves as a deplorable barricade in every aspect of life,
Put brakes on the tears; if they kept oozing tirelessly all night; with the mind about to shatter and wholesomely decimate in hysterical agony,
Put brakes on laughter; if it augments infectiously by the unleashing second; portrays a diabolically wretched sight; as someone was being cremated to the grave,
Put brakes on the fingers; if they rise for achieving savage things in life; show an unprecedented obsession to grab God's molecules by the throat,
Put brakes on the superfluous repertoire of rituals; if they start to prove as an acrimonious thorn in the path of unfathomably ardent passion,
Put brakes on the diminutively obnoxious mosquito; if it tries to suck heavenly streams of scarlet blood; hovers menacingly around the eardrum; in order to
placate its parasitic gluttony,
Put brakes on the criminals; if their appallingly wicked ideas make life hell for; true masses of philanthropically benevolent mankind,
Put brakes on the alarm clock; if it blew its cacophonic sounds beyond the ceiling; awoke man from the dormitories of enchanting fantasy and blissful sleep,
Put brakes on the devastating earthquake; if it engendered colossal buildings to crumble like a box of matchsticks; indiscriminately pulverizing a township
of robust humans into threadbare strands of bone and raw brutal pulp,
Put brakes on breath; if Man started to feel that he was an entity greater than Omnipresent God; started to deliberately violate the universal religion of humanity,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Lord; to refrain from putting brakes on love; for although I might be oblivious to infinite things on this unsurpassable planet; but I do know that its immortally sacrosanct essence was the only thing that existed in your land; had lived since centuries unprecedented in your mesmerizing paradise called sky.
11. SIMPLY THE BEST
Overwhelmingly simplistic; yet the most priceless in the entire Universe,
Insurmountably humble; yet the most prolifically talked about from every mouth,
Harmlessly diminutive; yet the most passionately fulminating towards vivacious bits of blue sky,
Imprisoned in perpetual darkness; yet more flamboyantly blistering than the
dazzling body of Sun,
Enveloped by an ocean of blood; yet instilling compassionate traces of life in whomsoever it encountered,
Bereft of any fragrance; yet propagating its stupendously sacrosanct scent ubiquitously throughout the planet,
Rising and falling placidly like the Moon; yet able to capture every tangible entity in the tumultuous agony of its volcanic swirl,
Not possessed by any fraternity of shape; yet worshipped as the most invincible fortress since centuries immemorial,
Wholesomely devoid of the most minuscule of embellishment; yet the most cherishable ornament of every individual since the first cry of fresh life,
Irrefutably riveted to a singleton place all its life; yet finding an immortally dominant place in every cranny of cosmotic space,
Incomprehensibly without the most tiniest coating of currency coin; yet saluted as the richest of all on the trajectory of this boundless globe,
Philanthropically feather tipped; yet inexorably deluged with an unsurpassable myriad of emotions that lingered in every corner of this planet,
Completely mute and without the most infinitesimal of voice; yet able to pacify the anguished apprehensions of countless beings with an unbelievably astounding calm,
Working indefatigably all day and night; yet fantasizing to the most unprecedented limits with the uncannily innocuous prowess of a mischievously bouncing infant,
Residing in an ocean of stark blackness; yet illuminating the lives of those in inexplicable despair; with optimistic beams of golden light,
Bestowed upon with an abysmally tiny height; yet triggering off dreams beyond fathomless horizons of the sky,
Comprising of just five alphabets; yet encompassing every word in this world in its profusely ardent repertoire,
And throbbing incessantly in times of love; distress; betrayal and obsolete doom; perpetually spreading the melody of its poignant intensity even after veritable
death; the human heart is simply the best.
12. BENEATH YOUR HEART
Beneath your complexion which appeared blacker than the sootiest of coal; there lay an ocean of impeccable whiteness and exotic calm,
Beneath your lips which looked disastrously cracked at their lackadaisical contours; there lay mesmerizing fountains of luscious exuberance,
Beneath your eyes which appeared perpetually blind; lay encapsulated the astounding beauty of this colossal Universe; with its myriad of forms tantalizing me every unfurling second,
Beneath your hands which looked overwhelmingly indigenous and rustic; there lay the sacrosanct essence of heart rendering sacrifice,
Beneath your forehead which appeared to be more blunt than bedraggled stone; there lay a mountain of invincible ideas; which kept swirling towards cosmotic space as the moments unveiled,
Beneath your hair which looked like a gruesomely dead cat's tail; there lay an everlasting tunnel of voluptuous mysticism; a ravishing path on which none had tread,
Beneath your cheeks which appeared like savagely squashed tomato curry; there lay incarcerated the boisterous enchantment of an innocuously new born child,
Beneath your skin which looked like buried boundless feet under the grave; there lay fathomless rainbows from the azure sky; enlightening me profusely on each bit of mud I holistically caressed,
Beneath your armpits which appeared pathetically deluged with obnoxious ponds of sour sweat; there lay embedded the most stupendously fragrant scent on this planet; tickling me beyond the realms of unfathomable fascination,
Beneath your ears which looked more bitten than the satanically ripped shirt; there lay infinite sounds lingering profoundly in this vast world; melodiously enveloping my dreary soul,
Beneath your bones which appeared to be protruding lifelessly into the atmosphere; there lay the indomitable march towards triumph; the ardor to survive in the most treacherously insidious times,
Beneath your tears which looked like a colorlessly horrendous dustbin sprawled in territories of utter dilapidation; there lay a poignantly effusive string of emotions; which wholesomely metamorphosed even the murderously ruthless into
divine angels,
Beneath your conscience which appeared like an inconspicuous mosquito hovering without a purpose of its own; there lay the most irrefutably pious ideals worshipped since decades,
Beneath your palm lines which looked perilously wrecked; there lay the most fabulously alluring destiny that one could ever have seen; an unsurpassable treasury of wealth impossible for ordinary humans to perceive,
Beneath your shadow which appeared infinitesimally timid and obscure; there lay an island of insurmountably enamoring mysticism; on which traversed every enigmatic organism of this Universe,
Beneath your fists which looked incomprehensibly fragile and dainty; there lay embodied Herculean spurts of stamina; an insatiable will to take the mantle of the entire planet,
Beneath your signature which appeared disastrously incoherent; there lay the stamp of the entire globe; the astronomically fortified impression which every entity made during due course of flamboyantly passionate existence,
Beneath your soles which looked profusely cracked like a miserably shattered egg; there lay the footprints of benevolent humanity; a conglomerate of silken roads which led to the most perfect land called paradise,
Beneath your breath which appeared foul and rapidly fading as time unleashed; there lay the miraculously magical prowess of bestowing new life; to countless slithering on their death bed,
And beneath your heart w
hich looked uncouthly tough on the surface; there lay an unprecedented reservoir of perpetual love; which spread its celestial essence not
only this moment; but countless more moments beyond definitions of incessantly ticking time.
13. THE HUMAN MIND IS UNBELIEVABLE
Delving infinite kilometers even above the satiny clouds; rhapsodically exploring blue bits of mystical atmosphere,
Dancing beneath silvery beams of moon light; with an overwhelmingly uncanny urge to probe into paths never transgressed on,
Envisaging beyond ordinary anecdotes of mundane life; fervently wanting to sky rocket to the absolute edge of the whirling tornado,
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