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Humanitarian Sect

Be it overwhelmingly tall; or be it the shortest man
on this astronomically majestic Universe,

Be it preposterously obese; or be it a marvelously
perfect angel with gloriously sparkling body contours,

Be it robustly pink; or be it the most horrendously
ungainly looking man wandering on the trajectory of
this mesmerizing planet,

Be it an impeccable messiah; or be it the most
salaciously manipulative entity; entangled in a web of
commercially bizarre malice,

O! Yes; Be it any religion or even the most oblivious
of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

2….

Be it incomprehensibly penurious; or be it an organism
blessed with all the unfathomable embellishment of
this earth,

Be it immaculately white; or be it a human more
horrifically blacker than sordid charcoal in veritable
complexion,

Be it an insipidly inconspicuous laggard; or be it the
most stupendously fastest and euphoric man on this
boundless Universe,

Be it ominously infertile; or be it the most
articulately blossoming artist evolving insatiably
compassionate enigma; on every step that he blissfully
transgressed,

O! Yes; Be it any continent or even the most oblivious
of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

2…

Be it irrefutable Hindu; or be it a resolute
Mohammedan sacredly chanting in the Omnipotent mosque;
tirelessly all day and night,

Be it intransigently staunch; or be it an individual
uninhibitedly unleashing into a fountain of eternally
resplendent freedom; every unfurling minute of the
brilliant day,

Be it voluptuously charismatic; or be it a rudimentary
rustic buffoon; wandering wholesomely bereft of even
the most capricious of knowledge of this enchanting
planet,

Be it a sagaciously chivalrous philosopher; or be it a
pathetically illiterate beggar cacophonically wailing
on the discordantly uncouth streets,

O! Yes; Be it any tribe or even the most oblivious of
dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

3….

Be it abominably prejudiced; or be it an
altruistically regale spirit celestially and
ubiquitously diffusing the scintillating essence of
mankind,

Be it ingeniously innovative; or be it an obnoxiously
dumb human; not knowing how to use even his vividly
big thumb,

Be it piquantly sharp and truculently volatile; or be
it a living being as placid as the miraculously
placating midnight Moon,

Be it malevolently disgruntled; or be it an entity who
existed for nothing else but; ecumenically
disseminating the spirit of ingratiating happiness,

O! Yes; Be it any culture or even the most oblivious
of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

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Come let's wholeheartedly follow

There’s a sweet little child in all of us; come lets
wholeheartedly allow it to majestically blossom till
the pinnacle of resplendently ingratiating prosperity,

There’s a mesmerizing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to evolve into an
unfathomably compassionate gorge of friendship; as
tangy as the rhapsodically ebullient oceans,

There’s an enchanting little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to marvelously burgeon
till times beyond iridescent eternity; and enthuse
even the most obfuscatedly alien of our times,

There’s a euphoric little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to spawn like an
insatiably fragrant flower of gorgeous companionship;
as the Sun blazed vibrantly from behind the
mellifluous hills,

There’s a poignant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enthrall even the most
obsoletely dithering nerves in our beleaguered bodies;
to the most stupendously unprecedented limits,

There’s a jubilant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to ingratiatingly gallop
to kiss the epitome of dazzling timelessness; and for
centuries immemorial,

There’s a victorious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnipotently
transcend; over the pernicious precipices of our
disastrously dwindling derogatorily manipulative
souls,

There’s an innocuous little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to profoundly rejuvenate
our bizarrely estranged senses; with the vivaciously
sacrosanct tonic of life,

There’s an embellished little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically drape our
insipidly feckless deliriousness; with cisterns of
unsurpassable sensuousness,

There’s a fantastic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to irrefutably overshadow
our disparagingly deteriorating gloom; with fountains
of timeless happiness,

There’s an intriguing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to invincibly sequester
us in its bountiful swirl; fathomless kilometers away
from the mortuary of inexplicable despair,

There’s an ecstatic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnisciently overpower
our insurmountable battalion of idiosyncrasies; with
the its magical ointment of godly freshness,

There’s a spell binding little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to encapsulate us in
its panoramically vivid embrace; bless every aspect of
our haplessly shattered existence; with the gorgeously
fructifying elixir of life,

There’s an eclectic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to weave the
unconquerable spell of its royal artistry; upon our
monotonously delinquent life,

There’s a sacrosanct little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to magnanimously bless
our ominously extradited rhythm; with its benevolently
humanitarian beats,

There’s a sparkling little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to miraculously cleanse
all our dastardly cloistered dirt; with its heaven of
fathomless righteousness,

There’s a melodious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to annihilate even the
most mercurial trace of prejudiced paradoxism in our
blood; with its tunes of celestially unassailable
truth,

There’s a beautiful little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enshroud us with
philanthropic graciousness; insuperably conquering the
cry of the ungainly devil with the winds of
perennially uninhibited freedom,

There’s a mystical little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to everlastingly stupefy
us with an entrenchment of impregnable newness; with
the limitless enthuse of its pristine eyes,

And there’s an exhilarating little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to inundate the song
of immortal love; in our forlornly disbelieving and
satanically fretful lives…

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Pricelessly Impregnable Humanity

You’ve taken my very own scarlet blood O! heavenly son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my astoundingly pristine and timelessly priceless; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own venerated milk O! beautiful son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my bountifully blossoming and unabashedly impeccable; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own intriguing brain O! enamoring son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my celestially amazing and mischievously bouncing; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own silken shadow O! stupendous son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my wonderfully untainted and jubilantly ecstatic; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own uninhibited smile O! majestic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my inimitably magnetic and fabulously effulgent; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own inscrutable destiny lines O! effervescent son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my incredulously handsome and victoriously unimpeachable; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own inimitably humble name O! royal son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my poignantly iridescent and eternally fructifying; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own romantic artistry O! blazing son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my triumphantly unfettered and symbiotically innocent; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own mellifluous voice O! charismatic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my bounteously emollient and euphorically fearless; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own towering height O! regale son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my indisputably peerless and synergistically truthful; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own passionate eyes O! resplendent son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my fearlessly humanitarian and tirelessly discovering; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own chocolate brown color O! holistic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my invincibly wondrous and spell-bindingly ecstatic; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own ebullient body contours O! benign son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my immaculately benevolent and magnanimously humanitarian; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own fiery breath O! rhapsodic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my blissfully unadulterated and interminably bubby; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own optimistic face O! vivacious son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my timelessly flowering and melodiously rejuvenated; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own broadened shoulders O! magical son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my gloriously unprejudiced and nostalgically rueful; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own princely dimples O! victorious son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my spotlessly unbiased and surreally panoramic; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own compassionate heart O! unshakable son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my adorably sensitive and ubiquitously indomitable; duplicate,

So whereas it was absolutely natural and nothing great that you were my exactly astounding duplicate O! heavenly son;

The greatest of all virtues; the greatest of all gifts; the greatest of all endowment; the greatest of all power; the greatest of all virility; the greatest of all divinity; was infact given to you by the Omniscient Lord; who miraculously blessed you and every organism alike with the pricelessly impregnable religion of “Humanity” to symbiotically survive for an infinite more of your destined lifetimes…

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Return running back

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Destiny” in the most enchantingly celestial of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this boundless Universe; only to the periphery of the rustically bohemian palms,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Smile” in the most spell bindingly opulent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this fathomless Universe; only to the peripher of the altruistically compassionate lips,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Empathy” in the most beautifully unassailable of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this limitless Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically twinkling eye,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Hunger” in the most magically untainted of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this colossal Universe; only to the periphery of the tirelessly impoverished stomach,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Truth” in the most jubilantly mesmerizing of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this gigantic Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically burgeoning conscience,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Fantasy” in the most victoriously unfettered of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the uninhibitedly gifted brain,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humanity” in the most astoundingly sparkling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unceasing Universe; only to the periphery of the symbiotically enchanting veins,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Strength” in the most fantastically emollient of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this endless Universe; only to the periphery of the blessedly venerated soul,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Perseverance” in the most fabulously scintillating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this insuperable Universe; only to the periphery of the righteously perspiring armpits,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Adventure” in the most enthrallingly undying of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this poignant Universe; only to the periphery of the nimbly dancing feet,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Optimism” in the most indisputably pristine paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this Herculean Universe; only to the periphery of the fearlessly advancing stride,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Ecstasy” in the most gloriously bewitching of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unlimited Universe; only to the periphery of the intricately nubile skin,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Melody” in the most amazingly glistening of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unsurpassable Universe; only to the periphery of the wonderfully vivacious throat,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Artistry” in the most resplendently enigmatic of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbridled Universe; only to the periphery of the magnetically embellished fingers,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensitivity” in the most adorably effervescent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this ebullient Universe; only to the periphery of the bounteously unimpeachable ears,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Mystery” in the most vibrantly virile of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbelievable Universe; only to the periphery of the tranquilly ameliorating shadow,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensuality” in the most iridescently redolent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the eternally fiery nostrils,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humility” in the most ubiquitously proliferating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this impregnable Universe; only to the periphery of the harmoniously obeisant neck,

And try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Love” in the most incredulously bedazzling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this magical Universe; only to the periphery of the immortally throbbing heart….

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The rain and my newborn baby daughter

The rain was uninhibitedly untamed; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
kicking left; right and center; in her diminutively blessed cradle,

The rain was Omnipotently pristine; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
mischievously tossing in unadulterated joy on the tufts of majestic
green
grass galore,

The rain was magically mitigating; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
miraculously ameliorating me of my most horrific despair; with her
innocuously fluttering eyelashes,

The rain was eternally liberating; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
naughtily smiling amidst her spectrum of teddy bears; as if there was
not
even the most infinitesimal trace of tension on this fathomless
Universe,

The rain was perennially fructifying; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
perpetually proliferating into unparalleled festoons of happiness;
every
unfurling minute of inscrutable existence,

The rain was unbelievably colorful; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
unfurling into the infinite shades of mystically emollient life; every
time
she alighted her pristinely nimble foot,

The rain was timelessly life-yielding; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
perpetuating a paradise of unsurpassably undefeated newness; in every
direction that she cast her immaculately dancing sight,

The rain was pricelessly inimitable; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
unconquerably enamoring even the most farthest quarter of heaven; with
the
twinkle in her rhapsodically infallible eyes,

The rain was the ultimate gift of the heavens; and so was my new born
baby
daughter; whose cries of stupendously charismatic freshness; spawned a
civilization of boundless beauty; till times beyond infinite infinity,

The rain was the most virile cistern of optimism; and so was my new
born
baby daughter; unprecedentedly subliming even the most cadaverously
deadened
corpses; with her unflinchingly raw energy to exist,

The rain was brilliantly unfettered; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
expressing the innermost feeling of her heart till the ultimate
pinnacle of
the sky; whilst the salaciously manipulative planet moaned and
miserably
groaned outside,

The rain was Omnisciently blessing; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
altruistically wishing the greatest of success even for the most
treacherously ribald of her foes; wholesomely oblivious to the
sanctimonious
varsities of this corrupted planet,

The rain was unassailably fragrant; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
metamorphosing even the most capricious iota of evil into a sky of
unshakably peerless truth; with the divine righteousness in her tiny
soul,

The rain was eclectically artistic; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
weaving a cosmos of unparalleled beauty; with the egalitarian
compassion in
her eyes for every caste; creed; race; color and tribe,

The rain was timelessly victorious; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
forever winning the hearts of every conceivable entity on this
unceasing
planet; with her impregnably selfless love for all living kind,
The rain was ubiquitously a superstar; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
transcending every boundary of worthless discrimination; to tirelessly
exult
in the profoundly unstoppable glory of panoramic creation,

The rain was fearlessly intrepid; and so was my new born baby daughter;
poignantly exploring every exhilarating path of life; interminably
following
nothing else but the inner most voices of her benign heart,

The rain was universally amiable; and so was my new born baby daughter;
compassionately coalescing with any entity around her venerated visage;
who
gave her a gregarious smile,

And the rain was insuperably Immortal; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
disseminating only the beats of love; love and Immortally princely
love;
every time her godly heart throbbed in her tiny chest…

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If you really felt sorry

Don’t just repeat POVERTY tirelessly and then feel
remorseful; pathetically nodding your head; as if the
most unassailable messiah of bereaved humanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then vanquish it forever from its very
non-existent roots; and from even the most
infinitesimal corner of the pompously rigid society…..

Don’t just spell POVERTY incessantly and then feel
regretful; lugubriously crossing your fingers; as if
all mercy had wholesomely disappeared from the
trajectory of this colossal planet,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then unflinchingly surge forward to scrap even
the most inconspicuous of its essence from this
fathomless Universe; philanthropically mitigate all
organism alive from its devastating stranglehold….

Don’t just visualize POVERTY indefatigably and then
feel destroyed; uncontrollably wailing like a
scarecrow umpteenth number of times in a single
minute,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then extricate it for times immemorial with the
sparkling righteousness in your soul; enveloping even
the most fugitively capricious speck of this globe
with a wave of eternally resplendent compassion….

Don’t just witness POVERTY intransigently and then
feel gruesomely assassinated; nonchalantly sniffing
your nose towards the heavens to put the entire blame
upon Lord Almighty,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then behead it for infinite more births yet to
unveil with the religion of humanity enshrouding your
conscience; ubiquitously disseminate your happiness to
all those unfortunately hapless and deprived….

Don’t just whisper POVERTY unrelentingly and then feel
like threadbare shit; abominably puking out even the
last morsel of food from your languidly churning
stomach,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then drive it away with the Omnisciently
sacrosanct shadow of truth; ingratiatingly share the
woes and overwhelming trauma of your counterparts and
alien; beautifully alike…..

Don’t just memorize the spelling of POVERTY
incorrigibly to appear for the examinations; and then
feel like an infinitesimally sinful debris of ghoulish
insanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then perpetually substitute it with benign love
and care; inundating each arena of this insurmountably
gigantic Universe with an ocean of celestially
humanitarian empathy….

Don’t just reminisce POVERTY insatiably and then feel
exonerated; collapsing like a frigid matchstick
towards obdurate ground; with your head timidly sunk
like a dastardly rat between your legs,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then patriotically blaze ahead in the truly
scintillating spirit of mankind; diffusing the melody
of symbiotic existence on every step that you
holistically transgressed…..

Don’t just cry POVERTY endlessly and then feel like
the demons rotting in coffins of crucified hell;
eventually dissolving like a chunk of soggy pulp into
your own disappearing shadow,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then hoist every uncouthly trembling entity
upon your splendidly benevolent shoulders;
Omnipotently enveloping the every trace of coldblooded
savagery with the ointment of passionate love…..

And don’t just write POVERTY timelessly and then feel
like the most hapless livid entity alive; trying to
mercilessly chop your own foot when infact there
wasn’t the slightest trace of axe around,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then replenish its penuriously castigating
grave with an unfathomable river of love; enlightening
the life of every despicably beleaguered human with
the rays of godly mankind….

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Children are like God

Children are like fresh globules of tantalizing rain;
which spell bindingly descend in euphoric frenzy from
fathomless carpets of glorious sky,

Children are like innocuous tufts of cotton soaring
ebulliently in handsome atmosphere; philandering in
stupendous melody under carpets of gloriously blissful
sunshine,

Children are like the pristine rays of Omnipotent Sun;
profoundly illuminating one and all; with their
vibrantly intriguing imagery; alike,

Children are like the fairies of irrefutable truth
dancing in the celestial heavens; with their
immaculately divine consciences boundless kilometers
away; from the despicable gutter of lies,

Children are like ecstatically redolent roses brazenly
swaying in the afternoon winds; unfurling into
majestic artistry and overwhelmingly tangy
boisterousness; as each second speedily zipped by,

Children are like fulminating springs of rhapsodically
untamed jubilation which erupt from the inner most
core of earth; incessantly blooming into a paradise of
new found energy; an insatiable euphoria to propel
forward in life,

Children are like united colors of the vivaciously
radiant rainbow; embracing each other in compassionate
cradles of humanity; entirely oblivious to the satanic
vagaries of caste; creed; religion and spurious color,

Children are like the resplendently milky beams of the
innocent Moon; perennially twinkling in the
unparalleled exuberance of discovery; indefatigably
exploring all bountiful happiness so fantastically
laden upon this colossal planet,

Children are like voluptuously nimble blades of dew
dropp coated grass; profusely ringing in the wholesome
merriment of symbiotic existence; whistling past the
meadows of inexplicably ghastly sorrow; with
Omnipotent beauty in their tiny souls,

Children are like scintillatingly majestic eagles
soaring royally through the silken clouds;
uninhibitedly kissing all goodness that confronted
them in their way; on every step that they poignantly
tread,

Children are like angels of relentlessly philanthropic
benevolence; donating even the most priceless of their
possession; to their comrades in agonizing pain,

Children are like the sparkle of seductively ethereal
dawn; deluging every disastrously bereaved household;
with the ingratiatingly timeless essence of joyously
beautiful existence,

Children are like steps leading to the sacrosanct
Creator; unassailably fortifying your persona to face
the deadliest of evil; as you clambered each foot
forward,

Children are like rambunctiously revered and bushy
squirrels up in the foliated trees; eternally
unfolding into insurmountable enthusiasm; leaping
fleet- footedly to metamorphose beleaguered earth once
again into an Omniscient paradise,

Children are like unfathomable treasure hoves of
captivating honey; oozing the ultimate sweetness of
godly creation; with the incredulous ardor in their
heavenly voice,

Children are like charms of everlasting luck;
magically transforming your despairingly deplorable
survival; into a life replete with profusely endearing
graciousness,

Children are like invincibly boundless mountains of
faith; instilling Herculean courage in all those
miserably dwindling; by just the unprecedented fervor
of brilliant optimism; lingering enchantingly in the
whites of their eyes,

Children are like petals of Omnipresent prosperity;
ubiquitously diffusing the spirit of happiness and
immortal humanity; to every penuriously ailing entity
on the trajectory of this endlessly glittering planet,

And Children are like the supremely divine aura of
Godhead; granting every benign desire in your heart to
be perpetually true; the instant you held their
beaming palms to frolic with them in the gardens of;
unconquerable togetherness….

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Programmed

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to diffuse
resplendent shade; was the gregariously blooming and
enchantingly exuberant tree,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to disseminate
Omnipotent light; was the aristocratically flamboyant
and blisteringly blossoming Sun,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to generate
rhapsodically unlimited tanginess; was the boundlessly
ebullient and triumphantly undulating Ocean,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to fulminate
into a paradise of eternal sensuousness; was the
ravishingly titillating and celestially egalitarian
dewdrop,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to mystically
enthrall even the most alien creature; was the
enigmatically uncanny and convivially compassionate
forest,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to spawn into
a civilization of sacrosanct vivaciousness; was
impeccably invincible and blessed mother’s milk,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to waft into
stupendously enamoring redolence; was the poignantly
crimson petal and unconquerably majestic rose,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to effulgently
bond one and all in the bonds of humanity alike; was
the everlastingly perpetual spirit of timeless
camaraderie and companionship,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to stand as
the most unflinching citadel even as hell gorily
reverberated from each cranny of this fathomless
planet; was the blissfully melanging and unassailably
fragrant religion of mankind,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to expunge a
valley of vivid boisterousness; was the astoundingly
sweet and eclectically buzzing honey bee,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to culminate
into regally inebriating melody; was the beautifully
emerald crested and innocuously mellifluous
nightingale,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to radiate
into peacefully mesmerizing rhythm; was the
marvelously cavorting and miraculously cascading
waterfall,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to pulverize
even the most diminutive trace of devil into insipidly
worthless nothingness; was the voice of pricelessly
unconquerable and victoriously unfettered truth,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to seductively
dance with the beats of the moonlit night; was the
panoramically animated and ingratiatingly nimble
footed peacock,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to rejuvenate
even the most sordidly dreary soles; was the
unsurpassably tranquil and gloriously placating grass
meadow,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to
magnificently quell all lunatically prejudiced
bloodshed; was the ubiquitously shimmering and
timelessly bountiful wand of; simplicity and peace,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to sustain
impregnably sparkling life; was the whirlwind of
eloquently endless and perennially bestowing breath,

Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to
indefatigably coalesce with the beats of profoundly
magical love; was the passionately thundering and
innocently volatile heart,

And programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to
unrelentingly write altruistic poetry; was the
inconspicuously nimble palm that protruded from my
impoverished body; was the 2 centimeters of brain that
lay placidly in my skull; was my every ingredient of
humble blood; breath and soul; was; is and will always
remain by his Omnipotent grace; only ME…..

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Eternal Creation

The Parent’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to the child; but to irrefutably ensure that the infant was nourished with their breath and blood till the time it could unflinchingly fend for its symbiotic survival; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created them for,

The Sun’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to light; but to irrefutably ensure that the rays optimistically enlightened even the most infinitesimally lugubrious cranny of remorsefully cloistered earth; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Rose’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to fragrance; but to irrefutably ensure that the majestic resplendence ebulliently blossomed into the lives of countless haplessly beleaguered and bereaved; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Peak’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to victory; but to irrefutably ensure that the royal triumph peerlessly massacred even the most ethereal iota of devilishness form this Universe; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

Nature’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to newness; but to irrefutably ensure that the evolution metamorphosed every bit of egregiously stagnating ghoulishness into a sky of rhapsodic freshness; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Cloud’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to rain; but to irrefutably ensure that the water stupendously ignited vivaciously iridescent life in every ingredient of hopelessly dying soil; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Conscience’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to truth; but to irrefutably ensure that the righteousness insuperably conquered every trace of diabolical lies on earth and the atmosphere; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Ocean’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to salt; but to irrefutably ensure that the tanginess wonderfully illuminated every treacherously spiceles and deliriously lackadaisical moment of life; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Poet’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to fantasy; but to irrefutably ensure that the dream spellbindingly impregnates the winds of Omnipotent romance into monotonously monstrous robots; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created him for,

The Lip’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to smiles; but to irrefutably ensure that the happiness altruistically perpetually perpetuates into every dwelling incarcerated in chains of murderous gloom; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Rainbow’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to vividness; but to irrefutably ensure that the color timelessly enshrouded every gruesomely befriended orphan; miserably deteriorating on the globe; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Shadow’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to tranquility; but to irrefutably ensure that the peacefulness granted celestial reprieve to every bizarrely estranged soul squandering on this Universe; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The philanthropist’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to unity; but to irrefutably ensure that the oneness miraculously coalesced every spuriously staggering and cold-bloodedly fighting caste; creed and tribe into the unassailable religion of humanity; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created him for,

The wind’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to freedom; but to irrefutably ensure that the liberation unequivocally freed every element of torturously enslaved earth till times immemorial; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for,

The night’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to sensuality; but to irrefutably ensure that the passion brilliantly transformed every speck of infertility into the chapters of everlastingly Omniscient procreation; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for,

The eyelash’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to flirtation; but to irrefutably ensure that the mischief serenely catapulted every fretfully frenetic organism into realms of impeccable childhood; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for,

The soldiers job just doesn’t end at giving birth to martyrdom; but to irrefutably ensure that the valor to timelessly serve the mothersoil; throbbed fearlessly in every chest; even centuries after his veritable death; was what the Almighty Creator had created him for,

The breath’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to life; but to irrefutably ensure that the exultation inexhaustibly transcended over; even the most inane anecdote of baseless corruption and demeaning death; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for,

And the heart’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to Love; but to irrefutably ensure that the compassionate togetherness tirelessly bonded the entire planet into a paradise of Omnipresently unshakable strength; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for…

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Let true love remain immortal

Change irascible hatred; into bountiful winds of
benevolence,

Change hideously horrendous entities; into marvelous
rainbows inhabiting the animated skies,

Change disgustingly abominable decay; into an
overwhelmingly fragrant festoon of pearls; cascading
from the cosmos,

Change morbidly debilitating blindness; into
stupendously optimistic beams of fresh light,

Change baseless chapters of mocking incoherence; into
exquisitely grandiloquent mirrors; as articulate as
framework of God’s language,

Change perilously obese; into a robust complexioned
fountain of blissful health and celestial happiness,

Change the precariously menacing edge of knife; into a
golden carpet of profusely glistening silk,

Change the frigidly soggy matchstick melting like a
pack of cards; into an audaciously valiant warrior;
sacrificing his every belonging for his divinely
motherland,

Change the solitarily dilapidated pool of fetid water;
into a garden of incredulously rejuvenating and
poignant tea leaves,

Change the pertinently buzzing parasitic mosquito;
into a charismatically dainty fairy; leaping with
exultation on the satiny cushion of paradise,
Change the agonizingly traumatized volcano’s; into
placid fountains of impeccable peace,

Change the garbage deluged gutter; into a fabulously
redolent rose; blossoming into untamed exuberance
every unfurling second,

Change the miserably dwindling and hopeless leper;
into a royal eagle soaring majestically through
crimson clouds,

Change the utterly dilapidated speck of battered
stone; into the unfathomably luxurious castle;
glistening splendidly under fiery rays of Omnipotent
Sun,

Change the cowards who were ungainly dumb; into
boisterously delectable and lion hearted humming bees,

Change the viciously twisted pathways; into enchanting
tunnels leading to the absolute summit of paradise,

Change the diabolically blood sucking devils; into
philanthropically benign beings; disseminating the
true splendor of mankind,

Change the perfidiously plotting heart; into a
perpetual epitome of ultimate belonging,

Change the manipulatively corrupt and dead soul; into
the most wonderful gift called; priceless humanity,
But O! Almighty Lord; let true love; remain immortal
forever and ever and ever and ever….

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Sympathy is worse than death….

Sympathy makes an organism feel dreadfully weak—as if the world around it had metamorphosed into a coffin of morose blackness; though an infinite streams of scarlet blood still ran enthusiastically through each of its blessed veins,

Sympathy makes an organism feel lividly inferior—with every living being in vicinity appearing to be a boundless times stronger; though they both were royally equal by the grace of the unparalleled Omnipotent Lord,

Sympathy makes an organism inadvertently lick decrepit dust—whereas it should’ve been unflinching marching forward in the fervor of bustling youth; head held high with its compatriot organism and only bowing down before the Lord Almighty,

Sympathy makes an organism a veritably devilish parasite-forever leaning and sucking upon its good-willed befriender; though volcano’s of latent energy itched to fulminate from each of its robustly handsome veins,

Sympathy makes an organism wholesomely lose its own voice—as it started to profusely relish the extravagant attention and care; preferred to fantasize about the things that it’d like to do in life; rather than honestly sweat it out and reach there,

Sympathy makes an organism overwhelmingly finicky and fastidious about the tiniest of things—again and again finding faults with the most majestically perfect of creation; as there was always a person to wholesomely commiserate with its every eccentricity and peevish demand,

Sympathy makes an organism haplessly infertile-pathetically unable to indulge into even the most sensuously bountiful pleasures of life; as inevitable habit compelled it to let others complete its job of proliferating its very own kin,

Sympathy makes an organism miserably fail again and again-as the inexplicably stabbing blackness that it’d enshrouded itself with; incorrigibly denied any beam of optimistic sunlight to triumphantly creep in,

Sympathy makes an organism look frenetically naked even when fully clothed-as it indefatigably kept begging for being fed even that morsel of food; which lay copiously sprawled right into the center of its palms,

Sympathy makes an organism an irrefutable devil on the prowl-inexhaustibly searching for that shoulder to baselessly weep; and then disgustingly sleep-float in an unfathomable ocean of tears,

Sympathy makes an organism a dreadfully unbearable burden upon the planet-as it neither wholesomely died nor lived; just kept flagrantly loitering in-between the dormitories of certainty and uncertainty,

Sympathy makes an organism hopelessly deteriorate into nothingness with every unleashing minute—as his unstoppably taking the support of others; made his very own spine rust and eventually crumble to inconspicuous dust,

Sympathy makes an organism an irrevocably maimed beggar—as he shamefully lost all his ability to sight; hear and fearlessly speak; wantonly clinging like a deplorable leech to the panic button of every second person on the street,

Sympathy makes an organism a coffin of cursed negativity-spreading the wretched stench of satanic dependency upon every step that he dared tread; and thereby maligning the true spirit of symbiotically independent life,

Sympathy makes an organism lose all priceless self respect-an attribute which was profoundly embedded in each of its veins just like an infinite other of its counterpart; right since its very first divinely breath,

Sympathy makes an organism look like an invisible ghost infront of the mirror-such an abominable jinx that was impossible to break; once it surreptitiously passed itself on upon another equally insipid organism,

Sympathy makes an organism come to such an exasperating stage—that it started to unceasingly ridicule its very ownself; as there virtually none else in this world who was as inconsolably sick and helpless as its rapidly flailing form,

Sympathy makes an organism come to an earth-screeching lifeless halt—as after a period of time every door on the Universe brutally shut up on its deliberately tear stained face; and that’s when the true reality and hardship of life hit it right in the center of its eye,

And sympathy makes an organism entirely dead even in the heart of exuberantly infallible life-a lifelessly fetid carcass which was spat upon and shunted by every section of the society; even before it could try lifting its very first footstep on soil by itself…

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The heart will follow

If you indefatigably dream of the radiantly glistening
sky; the flamboyantly blistering Sun; will inevitably
follow,
If you relentlessly dream to float in the
magnificently voluptuous clouds; the astronomically
unprecedented summits; will inevitably follow,
If you intransigently dream to irrefutably succeed;
thunderbolts of vibrantly mesmerizing prosperity; will
inevitably follow,
If you incorrigibly dream of everlasting happiness;
the blanket of unconquerably uninhibited
philanthropism; will inevitably follow,
If you timelessly dream of invincibly immortal peace;
the web of divinely sacrosanct wisdom; will inevitably
follow,
If you timelessly dream of the piquantly ravishing
ocean; the gloriously impregnable festoon of royal
sharks; will inevitably follow,
If you tirelessly dream of the voluptuously majestic
night; the garland of exotically glittering and
seductive stars; will inevitably follow,
If you unequivocally dream of flirtatiously divine
mischief; the realms of stupendously impeccable
childhood; will inevitably follow,
If you immutably dream of euphoric poignancy; the
incredulously emphatic mirrors of the scintillating
eye; will inevitably follow,
If you irrevocably dream of charismatically
tantalizing smiles; the marvelously unassailable
impressions of innocuous lips; will inevitably follow,
If you incorrigibly dream of perpetual beauty; the
celestial lap of your Omnipotent mother; will
inevitably follow,
If you endlessly dream of unsurpassably augmenting
melody; the voice of the bountifully enthralling
nightingale; will inevitably follow,
If you unceasingly dream of perennially Omnipresent
fragrance; the flower of astoundingly symbiotic
mankind; will inevitably follow,
If you insatiably dream of ingratiatingly exquisite
calligraphy; the feather tipped pen dipped in
wonderfully scarlet ink; will inevitably follow,
If you intractably dream of vivaciously unraveling
compassion; the stupendously incomprehensible wave of
humanity; will inevitably follow,
If you uncompromisingly dream of intriguingly
enigmatic flirtation; the spell binding hills of
boisterously robust youth; will inevitably follow,
If you eternally dream of immaculately glittering
triumph; the spirit of overwhelmingly transpiring
patriotism; will inevitably follow,
If you boundlessly dream of unflinchingly Omniscient
light; the rays of formidably benign hope; will
inevitably follow,
If you perpetually dream of ubiquitously bonding
brotherhood; the Omnipresent religion of Godly
humanity; will inevitably follow,
If you inexhaustibly dream of enamoringly blooming
life; the fireballs of tenaciously ardent breath; will
inevitably follow,

And if you incessantly dream of fabulously everlasting
love; the immortal beats of the sensitively beautiful
heart; will inevitably follow….

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The mother and the artist

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of wonderfully emollient freshness; every
unfurling instant of impregnably magnificent existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of spellbindingly undefeated innocence; every
unfurling instant of symbiotically pristine existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of timelessly unconquerable truth; every unfurling
instant of bounteously magnanimous existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unfathomably unfettered creativity; every
unfurling instant of timelessly burgeoning existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of royally triumphant resplendence; every
unfurling instant of unconquerably majestic existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of eternally exhilarating vivaciousness; every
unfurling instant of redolently insuperable existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unbelievably ameliorating optimism; every
unfurling instant of marvelously benign existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of brilliantly liberated camaraderie; every
unfurling instant of iridescently inscrutable existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unshakably virgin righteousness; every
unfurling instant of beautifully untainted existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of uninhibitedly heavenly frolic; every unfurling
instant of tantalizingly sensuous existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of compassionately humanitarian friendship; every
unfurling instant of magically mitigating existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of miraculously everlasting freshness; every
unfurling instant of invincibly coalescing existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of pricelessly ubiquitous oneness; every unfurling
instant of robustly blessed existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unbreakably Omnipotent desire; every unfurling
instant of victoriously effulgent existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unceasingly reinvigorating fantasy; every
unfurling minute of poignantly charismatic existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of insurmountably intrepid enchantment; every
unfurling minute of rhapsodically unhindered existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of Omnisciently tranquil serenity; every unfurling
instant of endlessly bestowing existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of perpetually fragrant breath; every unfurling
instant of Omnipresently benevolent existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of Immortally ardent love; every unfurling instant
of limitlessly fructifying existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of fantastically alleviating poetry; every
unfurling instant of boundlessly splendid existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of fabulously effervescent tanginess; every
unfurling instant of spiritually uplifting existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unlimitedly enlightening Sunshine; every
unfurling instant of infallibly luminescent existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of immaculately godly melody; every unfurling
instant of amiably melanging existence,

Because. And Only Because. A Mother is; has and shall for times immemorial
remain the Greatest Sculptor of every organism on this astoundingly
multiplying Universe; A Mother is the Greatest Artist….

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What should a husband do? ? ?

What should a husband do; if his wife indefatigably nagged him; tirelessly made him feel like a naked impoverished beggar; right in the center of the boisterously crowded street; and under the broadest of daylight?

What should a husband do; if his wife was more indifferent than the acrimoniously stabbing deserts; aimlessly staring towards the amorphously non-existent winds; whilst he inconsolably trembled in the most inexplicable of pain and disease?

What should a husband do; if his wife was the biggest blackmailer on the trajectory of planet divine; an entity who if once came to know of his weaknesses; would continue to backlash at him like the most venomous scorpion; at the tiniest of opportunity?

What should a husband do; if his wife preferred to talk more passionately than the Sun to every stranger and obliterated stone on the dusty street; remaining an emotionless ghost right infront of his earnest eyes?

What should a husband do; if his wife didn’t ask him even once of what he did and achieved the entire day; even though he’d catapulted to such dizzy heights of philanthropic success; that none could ever perceive in the wildest of their dreams?

What should a husband do; if his wife ghoulishly went of into the realms of unbreakable sleep; whilst he was undergoing the most volatile catharsis of his heart; sharing the most latent ingredients of his soul with her persona?

What should a husband do; if his wife vindictively abused him every unfurling instant of the day and night; when every other entity on the planet loved him for the astounding records that he’d achieved; for all the endless love that he was trying to perennially spread?

What should a husband do; if his wife mischievously flirted and philandered with every other man on the Universe; even though he endeavored his very best to quench even the most evanescent of her desire?

What should a husband do; if his wife sadistically ridiculed even the most sacred of his beliefs; nonchalantly dismissed every element of his devotion; to bond as one with the spirit of the Omnipotent God?

What should a husband do; if his wife devised an infinite ways to pull his leg and make him lick the most disdainful of dust; instead of inspiring him to unflinching face the world and rise to the most truthfully ultimate of skies?

What should a husband do; if his wife wholeheartedly supported the indiscriminate felling of trees just to impart more free space to their land; whilst he on the other hand shed a billion tears of sorrow at even the tiniest snapping of a leaf?

What should a husband do; if his wife wholesomely dictated her insane idiosyncrasies on their only child; threatening to leave him forever and go publicly to her parents house; if he dared to intervene with his suggestions for his very own heavenly offspring?

What should a husband do; if his wife guffawed like the greatest of marauding demons; at every ardently heart-rendering tear dropp that dribbled from his eye; for treacherously depraved humanity?

What should a husband do; if his wife interminably preferred to read every bit of delirious balderdash written on this earth; whilst countless lines of poetry that he’d immortally dedicated and written for her; lay fretfully rotting and obsolete on his writing shelves?

What should a husband do; if his wife unstoppably sermonized him to go to a flagrantly unceremonious mental asylum; whilst he all he ever attempted to do in his life; was to help her successfully accomplish every task of hers?

What should a husband do; if his wife was severely prejudiced and his worst critic; salaciously excoriating the most inimitably priceless of his art to feckless totters; in her fits of preposterously manipulative practicality?

What should a husband do; if his wife unsparingly teamed up with her parents; to demonstrate the epitome of cadaverous rudeness towards him; for every kind and humanitarian deed that he did?

What should a husband do; if his wife felt that bearing his child was the greatest sin on the soil of this fathomless Universe; as it would satanically disproportion her body; integrity; identity and unabashed entity?

What should a husband do; if his wife’s only mission was to squabble and thrash him with the mace of abhorrence; right from the first cry of dawn; for ostensibly not the slightest rhyme or reason?

Should he Kill Her? Or Should he Kill Himself? Or Should he kill both? Or Should be Divorce Her? Or Should he remarry? Or should he keep his second wife alongwith Her? Or should he abandon all worldly pleasures and go to the peak of Everest to perpetually meditate?

Well if I for one was in his shoes; then I wouldn’t do any of the above. Instead just accept all what was happening around me; as a part of my inevitably regretful destiny…..

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Greed and Selflessness

Greed indiscriminately penalizes,
Selflessness is the ultimate panacea; for uniting all
innocuously harmonious; for centuries immemorial and
alike….

Greed baselessly tyrannizes,
Selflessness is an Omnipotent fabric; which
irrefutably transcends you above the resplendent
heavens; to be the unequivocal favorite of the
divine….

Greed ruthlessly snatches,
Selflessness is the only road to everlasting
prosperity; coalescing even the most salaciously
treacherous with the scent of the bountifully
bestowing soil….

Greed manipulatively stagnates,
Selflessness is the most priceless core of enthralling
existence; enlightening unassailable beams of hope; in
all those dwellings miserably impoverished; without
optimism and light….

Greed horrendously massacres,
Selflessness is an Omnisciently miraculous ointment;
which heals the most bizarre wounds of the
overwhelming rich and pathetically destitute; alike…

Greed uncouthly divests,
Selflessness is a enchantingly silken flower; which
disseminates the true spirit of mankind; to even the
most infinitesimal parts; of this fathomless globe….

Greed lethally poisons,
Selflessness is a grandiloquently mesmerizing sky;
which relentlessly showers the blessings of the
Almighty; upon all philanthropically benign….

Greed pulverizes beyond recognition,
Selflessness is a unendingly radiating horizon; which
brilliantly sparkles all night and day; with the
rainbow of unconquerable righteousness….

Greed maliciously obfuscates all truth,
Selflessness is the most Omnipresent harbinger of
celestial peace; unstoppably heading towards the
paradise of scintillating success….

Greed insidiously cripples,
Selflessness is a majestically flapping bird that
hoists even the most devastatingly deprived; making
one perpetually realize his ultimate mission in
destined life….

Greed sadistically abhors,
Selflessness is the most candid reflection of every
organism’s inner self; the most stupendously supreme
richness to be holistically alive….

Greed mockingly whips,
Selflessness is an invincible mountain of humanity;
which sequesters the infirm and strong; in its
compassionately synergistic belly; alike…..

Greed has no beginning; no end,
Selflessness is the most unbelievably blazing road to
the enamoring heavens; the most insatiably fulfilling
endowment in vivacious life….

Greed rots under the grave for centuries
unprecedented,
Selflessness is an eternally bequeathing fruit; which
magically ensures that benevolent mercy reigns
supreme; till the time there was life on this
unsurpassable planet….

Greed is a morbidly decaying stone,
Selflessness is the sole pillar of solidarity that’s
stands patriotically amidst a world of dilapidated
doom; an astronomical strength that makes every entity
achieve its most sacrosanct mission in; impoverished
existence…..

Greed is a viciously ghastly foe,
Selflessness is like the innocuous cry of a new born
infant; without the tiniest of blemish upon its
supremely Godly swirl…..

Greed incoherently babbles,
Selflessness is a perennially enchanting song of
enamoring sagaciousness; which beautifully quells even
the most thunderously satanic of squall; with its wave
of egalitarian calm….

Greed is the most abominable chunk of garbage in the
gutter,
Selflessness is a torrential downpour of endless
charisma; unequivocally perpetuating a smile on even
the most haplessly maimed faces….

Greed hopelessly annihilates,
Selflessness is the most royal blanket of
incredulously euphoric happiness; disseminating the
virtue of unshakable togetherness; every time the
earth was magnanimously born….

Greed strangulates you without a chance,
Selflessness is emphatically blazing Sunshine; that
dazzles into fireballs of divinely light; even after
veritable death….

Greed murders your stride even before you could alight
a foot,
Selflessness is the most regale conqueror of all
prejudiced desires; making you yearn for only the
cradle of unsurpassable innocence…..

Greed excoriates you into impotent ash,
Selflessness is a river of unbreakable unity; a
religion which only knows to chivalrously donate the
magnificence of spell binding mankind; upon one and
all; bountifully alike,

Greed surreptitiously slaps,
Selflessness is an idol of unbelievable courage; a
tenacity that makes you fearlessly overcome; even the
most belligerently ominous impediments in pragmatic
life…..

Greed traumatically imprisons,
Selflessness is an evergreen leaf of Godly freedom; an
impregnable will to forever follow the path of the
Almighty Divine….

Greed savagely pricks you to barbarically bleed,
Selflessness is a wave of artistic aristocracy; that
marvelously pacifies every iota of your ditheringly
frazzled senses; with the poetry of symbiotic
Creation….

Greed hands you instantaneously to the devil,
Selflessness is a blooming wand that altruistically
kisses all your acerbic agonies away; propelling you
to be born beautifully; a countless times yet again….

Greed plummets into the valley of worthless
nothingness,
Selflessness is that heavenly milk of the mother;
which ubiquitously feeds every child ruthlessly
orphaned; due to diabolical strokes of time….

Greed discordantly wails all the time,
Selflessness transcends the most grandiloquently
timeless treasures on this earth; to forever blend
with redolently gratifying heavens….

Greed digs your grave deep at every step you tread,
Selflessness wholesomely absolves you from victimizing
earthly bondage; liberating your soul to incessantly
float in clouds of mystical love….

Greed knives you deep when you turn your back,
Selflessness is an invaluable window of mutually
gratifying existence; being the utmost savior of one
and all; across this boundless planet…..

Greed penalizes you gorily even beyond death,
Selflessness is a wind which astoundingly charms;
exquisitely embellishing each of your murderously
malevolent veins; with the freshness of unparalleled
humanity…..

Greed acerbically immolates you in waves of
meaningless lust,
Selflessness is the wheel of indefatigably
proliferating evolution; immaculately meditating in
the aisles of enamoring contentment…..

Greed venomously strips you of even the most minuscule
of your resources,
Selflessness is a meadow of congenial tranquility;
pioneering an unconquerable camaraderie; between man
and the ravishing environment….

Greed austerely metamorphoses you into a dreaded
animal,
Selflessness is an entrenchment of supremely
ever-pervading faith; that looms large as the only
messiah; even after sky had tumultuously transposed
with muddy earth….

Greed horrifically blinds you even in the most
flamingly boisterous of Sunlight,
Selflessness is a magically resonating rhythm of sheer
eloquence; an evening of gorgeously replenishing
fulfillment….

Greed gobbles you like an inconspicuous mosquito,
Selflessness is a scepter of incomprehensible
goodness; always ensuring that you traversed like an
undefeated prince; all your life….

Greed diabolically stings you when you think that
you’ve conquered the entire world,
Selflessness is the sole mantra for humanitarian
success not only in this birth; but every time the
Creator thought you worthy; of priceless life….

Greed acrimoniously spits on you as though you were
nonchalant shit,
Selflessness is a true stalwart of handsomely rustic
motherland; unendingly defending you from all
viciously sordid hurdles of ominous existence….

Greed doesn’t pity you the slightest even in the
revered lap of your untainted mother,
Selflessness is a tree with countless rejuvenatingly
amiable branches; eventually melanging into the tree
of immortal humanity….

Greed ludicrously beheads your scalp like a piece of
worthless wind,
Selflessness is a jewel which scintillates even after
the heart of perniciously savage midnight;
illuminating every abode besieged with despicable
lechery with beams of fragrant light….

Greed buries you alive without taking even the tiniest
permission from your destiny,
Selflessness is the sole elixir that instills
astonishing reinvigoration in your capriciously
muddled veins; irrevocably perpetuates you to spawn
fascinating newness; on every lane that you
interweaved through….

Greed only transpires you to sign the signature of
gruesomely bellicose death,
Selflessness is the most enchanting mist of true
belonging; ebulliently uniting you with your rudiments
of nostalgic birth…..

Greed disparagingly distorts you beyond holistic
proportions,
Selflessness is the most regale sensation that makes
you bask in the glory of supremely sensuous
timelessness; transforming every anguish of yours into
the; fortress of the Creator divine….

Greed admonishingly dictates you worse than a baseless
slave,
Selflessness is your most humble compatriot in good
times and preposterously bad; majestically
replenishing every empty space of your penurious
survival; with the gifts of wonderfully Creation….

Greed brutally vandalizes even your lackadaisically
nonchalant skeleton,
Selflessness is the most princely element of Mother
Nature; profusely oozing oceans of untamed love; onto
every organism who intrepidly adopted it…..

Greed straddles disgusting brakes upon your fertile
reservoir of imagination,
Selflessness is a redolently unfazed scent that
envelopes you with unfathomable jubilation from all
sides; makes you ecstatically wander through the
aisles of incredulously eclectic newness….

Greed uncouthly confiscates your conscience; to hand
it over to the blood sucking vampires,
Selflessness is a valley of overwhelmingly
unimaginable exhilaration; an expedition which
portrays to every living being; the true meaning of
existence….

Greed coldbloodedly rains parasites on you; even after
you were no more than a ghost sulking in the frigid
atmosphere,
Selflessness is idol of Almighty Lord in his most
poignantly towering forms; gloriously blessing all
those with an immaculate soul; upon the trajectory of
this vast planet….

And greed abominably drills such a hole in your heart;
that it was difficult to sagaciously discern you from;
lackluster space,
While selflessness is the most unassailable chapter of
bountifully immortal love; bonding your beats not only
with your sacred beloved; but all vibrant beauty on
the planet and time….

poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Life-An immortal Love poetry

Life is unconquerably; resplendent poetry of the most
highest degree; incredibly pacifying every
infinitesimal urge of the miserably unfinished soul,

Life is perpetually; majestic poetry of the most
highest degree; royally gifting countless impoverished
souls; with insatiably unending fantasy,

Life is ubiquitously; vibrant poetry of the most
highest degree; triumphantly metamorphosing each
ethereal trace of misery; into a fireball of
ingratiatingly untamed happiness,

Life is marvelously; bountiful poetry of the most
highest degree; beautifully placating every
hedonistically traumatized agony; with the exuberance
of untainted breath,

Life is indomitably; enchanting poetry of the most
highest degree; harmoniously coalescing every organism
irrespective of caste; creed; color or tribe; into the
religion of Omnipresent oneness,

Life is unceasingly; triumphant poetry of the most
highest degree; wholesomely massacring every speck of
the horrifically parasitic devil; with the scepter of
unshakable righteousness,

Life is tirelessly; fantastic poetry of the most
highest degree; iridescently glimmering like the
stream of ultimate unity; even in the heart of
insidiously macabre midnight,

Life is blessedly; exotic poetry of the most highest
degree; inevitably triggering an unprecedented
maelstrom of eclectic fantasy; in every brain on this
planet; enigmatically alike,

Life is irrefutably; sensuous poetry of the most
highest degree; miraculously rekindling every shade of
claustrophobically dwindling expression; with a wave
of undauntedly perennial heavenliness,

Life is astoundingly; impeccable poetry of the most
highest degree; forever erasing the wounds of
dastardly salaciousness; with its eternal mantra of
everlasting mankind,

Life is unrestrictedly; divinely poetry of the most
highest degree; spell bindingly mollifying every
cranny of the planet in hapless distress; with sunrays
of unparalleled optimism,

Life is fearlessly; aristocratic poetry of the most
highest degree; irrevocably inebriating each
strangulated nerve of the body with a voluptuousness;
impossible to break for infinite more births yet to
unravel,

Life is intransigently; seductive poetry of the most
highest degree; astonishingly proliferating till even
beyond the corridors of infinite infinity; into an
unassailable entrenchment of newness and untamed
euphoria,

Life is symbiotically; intrepid poetry of the most
highest degree; magnanimously charming every entity
expunging air; with its impregnable cisterns of
versatility,

Life is unsurpassably; gregarious poetry of the most
highest degree; evolving a citadel of unflinching
camaraderie on every layer of soil that it spawned;
with the blessings of the Lord Almighty,

Life is boundlessly; tantalizing poetry of the most
highest degree; vividly enshrouding every element of
the pathetically stuttering heart and soul; with a
curtain of radiantly titillating magnetism,

Life is inexorably; blossoming poetry of the most
highest degree; enlightening every dwelling besieged
with inexplicably prurient despair; with the lamp of
inextinguishably prosperous togetherness,

Life is unlimitedly; mystical poetry of the most
highest degree; unveiling a festoon of queenly
opportunities to be usurped by every living being;
handsomely alike,

And Life is endlessly; immortal poetry of the most
highest degree; unstoppably culminating into a sky of
fathomless freshness every unfurling second of the day
and milky night; even after horizons of pragmatic
existence had long ended…

poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Life-An Immortal Poetry