An infinite anecdotes of gorgeously perennial prosperity; An infinite crutches of bizarrely debilitating and acrimoniously disastrous leprosy,
An infinite meadows of tantalizingly tingling freshness; An infinite dungeons uxoriously dumped with pugnacious feces and ominously lackluster indolence,
An infinite valleys of ingeniously royal inventions; An infinite fecklessly frigid and insipidly sedentary stones; lying crumpled beneath the cacophonically groaning donkey’s hide,
An infinite roses of invincibly enamoring scent; An infinite whiplashes of unsavorily brutal dereliction and pathetically subjugating politics,
An infinite castles bounteously overflowing with iridescently mesmerizing cisterns of gold and jubilant silver; An infinite infinitesimal mosquitoes digging their tentacles harder and harder into treacherously rotting shit,
An infinite uninhibitedly fluttering birds impregnably ruling the fathomlessly crystal blue skies; An infinite preposterously diminutive ants; being blown into wisps of ethereal oblivion at the slightest innuendo of wind,
An infinite rainbows of profoundly titillating reinvigoration; An infinite prison bars besmirched with vindictively diabolical prejudice and unendingly malicious ennui,
An infinite winds of blisteringly indomitable victories; An infinite disparagingly disappearing and profane shadows of merciless betrayal,
An infinite oceans of opulently milky pearls; An infinite iconoclastically ragged cobblestones leading to the gallows of unsparing extinction,
An infinite venerated cries of the innocuously newborn; An infinite disheveled grey hair; which mightn’t sight yet another dawn,
An infinite Lions patriotically marching with Kingly ease through the paradise of insuperable truth; An infinite insects being indiscriminately trampled by the advancing foot; for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,
An infinite scriptures of pricelessly worshipped literature; An infinite hutments of gratuitously salacious illiteracy; existing fathomless kilometers beneath the poverty line,
An infinite fortnights of timelessly blessing sensuousness; An infinite carcasses of ludicrously sordid infertility; inconsolably weeping all the time,
An infinite heavens of ingratiatingly astounding proliferation; An infinite Hell’s where only torturously cold-blooded barbarism reigned hedonistically supreme,
An infinite exotically propitious replenishments; An infinite tumultuously torrid deserts of limitlessly sub-servient thirst,
And an infinite unassailably euphoric lives; An infinite despairingly violent and deliriously cruel deaths,
Is what every ingredient of my blood ardently wanted to experience; for the spirit of Immortally unshakable and wonderfully mystical; poetry; poetry and
Omnipresently magical Love Poetry.
22. IF THE CLOUDS SHOWERED GOLD INSTEAD OF RAIN
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; the minutest trace of poverty would be annihilated from earth,
The indigent beggars on the street would catapult in sheer ecstasy; stashing as much of coin as they ever dreamt of; in their ragamuffin bags.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; marriages round the globe would occur in chambers of impeccable silk,
With the bride extravagantly embellished in silken cloth; and the bridegroom completely bereft of the onerous tension to earn.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; the commoner would traverse on glistening roads of molded yellow,
The thieves would forget to pilfer; and the Mafia would forget to maraud; as they were now blessed with opulence right from the colossal sky.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; man would incorporate his house with gigantic slabs of the same,
Articulately sculpturing his plates of the gold; ravenously consuming his food from it; profoundly lost in the scintillating glitter.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; people would be saved from the tyranny of monotonous work,
Transit from realms of despondency to one replete with ebullience; easily perishing the desire to perspire and slog.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; clusters of birds would utilize gold in place of threadbare twigs to construct their nests,
The armory of their eggs would hatch in an ambience of ostentatious gold; blended with profuse opulence.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; abhorrent termites would tenaciously gnaw in their deadly pincers,
They would be treated to a ravishing meal of currency coin for a change; were absolutely delighted; after being used to painstakingly nibbling decayed wood.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; severely afflicted patients would leave their disdainful hospital beds,
Run out rampantly on the streets refraining to rue their pain; spreading out their febrile palms to clasp the gold.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; the fighter pilots flying at unprecedented heights in the sky would forget to fire a fleet of hostile grenade,
They would be too busy to concentrate on the pugnacious war; open the door of the cockpit to get hold of the gold.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; every individual would feel overwhelmingly blessed initially; with the rigmarole and turmoil to work completely diminishing,
However the plants sprouting from soil would die a gruesome death; the animal kingdom would fatally relinquish breath;
And the most treasured species of man would disastrously succumb without crystal water; which was now replaced by gold in all forms and traces,
Therefore it is my humble plea to you O! Divine creator; to shower upon the earth bountiful rain; wherein lies impregnated abundantly; the true spirit and the true gold.
23. ONLY THOSE – PART 2
Only those who are perpetually blind; having their lives camouflaged in gruesome darkness,
Can wholesomely realize the value of having pellucid eyes; the gift of
mesmerizing sight.
Only those who are maimed; having their feet encapsulated in stirrups of solid steel,
Can perceive the beauty of strong legs; the ensemble of delectably tiny toes treading on fresh chunks of earth.
Only those who are stone deaf; being oblivious to presence of the minutest of noise,
Can cognize the importance of drifting voices; the blissful frequency of melodious sound.
Only those who are dumb; finding it virtually impossible to give substance to words,
Can conceive the crispness of conversation; the splendor of clear speech.
Only those who are embodied with disdainful boils; tyrannizing disease rendering them as hapless lepers,
Can envisage the grandeur of immaculate skin; the resplendent complexion sparkling profoundly under the sun.
Only those shivering in bizarre cold on the snow clad slopes; infinite strands of hair projecting in tandem on their skins,
Can comprehend the heat generated by crackling fires; the warmth imparted in the interiors of dwellings.
Only those who are bald; without the most minuscule trace of follicles on their barren scalps,
Can appreciate thick curls of entwined hair; the way they sometimes cascaded down in languid harmony.
Only those who are orphaned; being brutally kicked by the uncouth society at all quarters,
Can apprehend the compassion emanating from the mother’s lap; her unblemished palms putting the exhausted soul to immortal sleep.
Only those who are in intense affliction; being circumvented with inexplicable misery and pain,
Can grasp the meaning of existing in conjunction with nature; the invincibly appearing smile.
And only those who are deprived of sharing; left unattended without the slightest essence of care,
Can overwhelmingly blend with the spirit of true love; understand in entirety what it takes to fulfill it; lead life perennially wit
h the same.
24. WHERE ON EARTH CAN I FIND
Where on earth can I find a lotus flower; without the slightest of redolence,
Where on earth can I find an olive green coconut; without sweet kernel water,
Where on earth can I find an ocean; without majestically swirling waves of saline solvent,
Where on earth can I find a fleet of fat sheep; without infinite tufts of flocculent wool,
Where on earth can I find a royal horse gallivanting through the fields; without triangular shaped copper hooves,
Where on earth can I find a hooded reptile slithering through the dense forest; without lethal embodiments of poison,
Where on earth can I find a bundle of immaculate cotton; without profuse traces of softness,
Where on earth can I find an iridescent diamond; without a profoundly
scintillating shine,
Where on earth can I find a stick of green chili; without a tangy and piquant flavor,
Where on earth can I find an infant; without obstreperously emanating cries,
Where on earth can I find granules of pulverized sugar; without traces of lingering sweetness,
Where on earth can I find a bird soaring high in the silken clouds; without tapered pairs of wings,
Where on earth can I find an innocuous squirrel; without a long and bushy tail,
Where on earth can I find a fulminating volcano; without producing tumultuous amounts of heat,
Where on earth can I find a mammoth elephant; without flamboyant protrusions of wild tusks,
Where on earth can I find a rainbow in the firmament of sky; without vivacious streaks of vivid color,
Where on earth can I find an animate soul transgressing; without inhaling gallons of fresh air,
Where on earth can I find a mother; without empathy for her newly born child,
Where on earth can I find god; without a philanthropic disposition towards his disciples,
And where on earth can I find a family; which hasn’t experienced the slightest of affliction; a family whose every single ancestor is yet breathing and alive?
25. BEAUTY NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED
The Sun in the cosmos itself doesn’t know the omnipotence in its shine; the blazing yellow circumventing its persona,
Its only when we profoundly admire its tenacity; the blistering heat it imparts to fumigate pallid earth; does it comes to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The crimson colored rose itself doesn’t know the mesmerizing odor it emanates; the voluptuous complexion profusely embedded in its core,
Its only when we cherish its enchanting fragrance; the stupendous sight it portrays when sighted at evanescent dawn; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The star twinkling amidst naked patches of sky itself doesn’t know its shine; the radiance that envelops its incongruous silhouette,
Its only when we applaud it for its resplendence; the illumination it provides in the chilly night; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The boundless ocean itself doesn’t know about its infinite size; the unfathomable depth it incorporates in its belly,
Its only when we exuberantly praise its swirling waves; ravishing froth striking the shores; scores of glistening white sharks swimming; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The opalescent butterfly itself doesn’t know about its multicolored wings; the swishing tentacles extruding from beneath its eyes,
Its only when we acclaim it for its nimble footed flight in the air; the delectable draughts of wind it engenders while flying; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The vivacious reptile itself doesn’t know about its hiss; the mystically slithering body it possesses,
Its only when we laud it for its tantalizingly shimmering skin; the remarkably transparent eyes; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The obdurate shell of coconut itself doesn’t know about its stone shell; the incredulous heights it projects from on the tall tree,
Its only when we value it for its appetizing juice; the immaculate and sumptuous pulp incarcerated in its walls; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The slime-coated oyster itself doesn’t know about its wealth; the loose ferns agglutinated to its visage,
Its only when we treasure it for its scintillating pearls; the rejuvenating salty water which ejects when we slice its body; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The newly born infant itself doesn’t know about its innocuous heart; the tiny legs that caress its mother,
Its only when we clap at it for mustering courage to walk; the frivolous smiles it does when tickled; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
Beauty is a virtue embodied in all of us transgressing through the surface of this earth; it is a blessing we are all born with,
All though we remain indiscreetly oblivious to it; as we don’t admire it,
Beauty is too precious to be neglected; too sacrosanct to be ignominiously condemned; beauty needs to be appreciated.
26. THE TRUE SPIRIT OF LIFE
In order to bring out the true essence of rose; you need to place it in strong currents of misty breeze,
In order to bring out the true sparkle of diamond; you need to scrub it vigorously with a coarse chunk of cloth,
In order to bring out the true flavor of milk; you need to tenaciously extract the same from the sacrosanct demeanor of mother cow,
In order to bring out the true softness of scalp hair; you need to meticulously entangle the disdainful clusters; swish the hair brush animatedly all over,
In order to bring out the true aroma of swirling waves; you need to make them collide with the mammoth conglomerate of shining rocks,
In order to bring out the true color of the sky; you need to inundate it with dazzling beams of sunlight,
In order to bring out the true taste of succulent apple; you need to masticate the same with overwhelming ardor,
In order to bring out the true strength of cement; you need to sprinkle it with small pints of water everyday; granting it fortification with every hour unleashing,
In order to bring out the true heat of sands; you need to let them sizzle in hostile light rays of the afternoon,
In order to bring out the true complexion of the chameleon; you need to let it philander freely in constantly changing surroundings,
In order to bring out the true size of the preposterously huge whale; you need to place it in a pond replete with small fish,
In order to bring out the true transparency of mirror, you need to sight your reflection in the same; at an hour past unearthly midnight,
In order to bring out the true scent of nondescript mud; you need flood the same with infinite globules of fresh rainwater,
In order to bring out the true voice of the nightingale; you need to provide it with a perpetually still ambience to sing its melodious tunes,
In order to bring out the true smile of a child; you need to hoist it high in the air; kiss and tickle it voraciously in its ribs,
In order to bring out the true speed of the panther; you need to entice him with a flock of nimble footed deer galloping through the forest,
In order to bring out the true belligerence of a soldier; you need to place him against his adversary; on the merciless battlefield,
In order to bring out the true fervor of love; you need to stand by your beloved till times immemorial,
And in order to bring out the true spirit of life; you need to plunge into the sea of vivacious adventure; confront a plethora of acerbic barricades; and yet come out of
it all guns blazing.
27. IN MY DREAMS
In my dreams I climbed mount Everest barefoot; reaching the summit
within flash seconds of time,
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