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»The ultimate crescendo of hell

 

Just contemplating as to what were the names associated with the
invidiously
venomous and iconoclastically idiosyncratic devil; doesn’t in the most
infinitesimal of manner; make you a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the height of the treacherously lambasting and
sadistically cold-blooded devil; doesn’t in the most diminutive of
manne;
make you a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the shape of the salaciously incarcerating and
miserably
fretting devil; doesn’t in the most mercurial of manner; make you a
devil
yourself,

Just contemplating the strength of the dogmatically imperiling and
criminally corrupt devil; doesn’t in the most infidel of manner; make
you a
devil yourself,

Just contemplating the color of the maliciously ghoulish and
amorphously
massacring devil; doesn’t in the most inane of manner; make you a devil
yourself,

Just contemplating the notoriety of the salaciously parasitic and
tawdrily
truculent devil; doesn’t in the most obfuscated of manner; make you a
devil
yourself,

Just contemplating the whereabouts of the egregiously emasculated and
ominously annihilating devil; doesn’t in the most fugitive of manner;
make
you a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the nature of the perniciously prurient and
diabolically
deteriorating devil; doesn’t in the most surreptitious of manner; make
you a
devil yourself,

Just contemplating the size of the baselessly atrocious and lethally
penalizing devil; doesn’t in the most ephemeral of manner; make you a
devil
yourself,

Just contemplating the language of the vituperatively meaningless and
acridly sodomizing devil; doesn’t in the most evanescent of manner;
make you
a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the physiognomy of the fecklessly frigid and
soporifically adulterated devil; doesn’t in the most languid of manner;
make
you a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the likes and dislikes of the ravenously roaring and
ferociously squelching devil; doesn’t in the most nonchalant of manner;
make
you a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the voice of the grotesquely cacophonic and
squalidly
stinking devil; doesn’t in the most lugubrious of manner; make you a
devil
yourself,

Just contemplating the personality of the cannibalistically
circumlocuted
and manipulatively wastrel devil; doesn’t in the most obscure of
manner;
make you a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the shadow of the vindictively inebriated and
carnivorously bloodshot devil; doesn’t in the most disappearing of
manner;
make you a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the reach of the unsurpassably victimizing and
abominably
kleptomaniac devil; doesn’t in the most obliterated of manner; make you
a
devil yourself,

Just contemplating the deliriousness of the maniacally outrageous and
lividly dilapidated devil; doesn’t in the most remotest of manner; make
you
a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the plus’s/minus’s of the insidiously derelict and
demonically pilfering devil; doesn’t in the most oblivious of manner;
make
you a devil yourself,

Just contemplating the chagrin of the pompously parading and ruthlessly
rancid devil; doesn’t in the most minutest of manner; make you a devil
yourself,

But the instant you thought Omnipotent God; Perpetual Truth and
pricelessly
proliferating humanity to be the devil; that very instant you not only
became a devil yourself O! Human, but became the ultimate crescendo of
unforgivably penalizing hell; for an infinite more births of yours;
instead,
 
»The ultimate gifts of the Almighty Lord

 

Both were extraordinarily equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most handsomely unassailable cisterns of fantastic life; or whether it be the coffins of the most gruesomely asphyxiating death,

Both were celestially equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most magnetically inebriating fields of Omnipotent life; or whether it be the mortuaries of the most deplorably debilitating death,

Both were enchantingly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most vivaciously emollient chapters of Omnipresent life; or whether it be the hell of the most gorily pulverizing death,

Both were fabulously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most resplendently ubiquitous caverns of spell binding life; or whether it be the gallows of the most horrendously perverted death,

Both were astoundingly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most jubilantly effervescent caravans of majestic life; or whether it be the pigstalks of the most venomously maddening death,

Both were pricelessly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most poignantly symbiotic winds of unassailable life; or whether it be the claws of the most torturously cannibalistic death,

Both were unbelievably equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most iridescently patriotic grasslands of victorious life; or whether it be the jails of the most hideously massacring death,

Both were triumphantly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most eternally proliferating cradles of effulgent life; or whether it be the shadows of the most perilously apocalyptic death,

Both were royally equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most optimistically enlightening skies of vivid life; or whether it be the carcasses of the most fetidly depriving death,

Both were sacredly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most tantalizingly virile shapes of artistic life; or whether it be the doldrums of the most amorphously crucifying death,

Both were wonderfully equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most impeccably virgin pearls of egalitarian life; or whether it be the madhouses of the most deliriously dogmatic death,

Both were sensuously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most divinely truthful fabric of synergistic life; or whether it be the maelstroms of the most satanically annihilating death,

Both were fragrantly equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most inimitably reinvigorating thunder of undefeated life; or whether it be the thorns of the most diabolically silencing death,

Both were unshakably equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most unconquerably inimitable expression of fructifying life; or whether it be the stones of the most emotionlessly penalizing death,

Both were magnanimously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most brilliantly unfettered rainbows of ecstatic life; or whether it be the holes of the most ominously disappearing death,

Both were heroically equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most ecumenically endowing ingredients of unsurpassable life; or whether it be the expurgations of the most sadistically incarcerated death,

Both were incredulously equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most bountifully sparkling mirrors of undauntedly righteous life; or whether it be the stench of the most horrifically stagnating death,

Both were regally equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it be the most passionately spawning beats of immortally faithful life; or whether it be the dungeons of the most criminally indescribable death,

Both were incomparably equal; blessed and beautiful; whether it the be the most inscrutably enigmatic seas of fathomlessly frosty life; or whether it be the scarecrows of the most vindictively aggrieved death,

And both would forever and ever and ever remain ebulliently equal; blessed and beautiful; for on them both was the sole control of the Omniscient Creator; for both of them were; are and would forever remain bestowed upon all living kind alike; as the ultimate gifts of the Almighty Lord….

©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The ultimate crown

 

The ultimate crown of my miserably impoverished eyes; was your
eternally
resplendent garden of symbiotically uniting empathy,

The ultimate crown of my diminutively impoverished brain; was your
fantastically endless ocean of enchantingly bountiful dreams,

The ultimate crown of my ethereally impoverished eyelashes; was your
timelessly unconquerable inspiration to exuberantly surge forward in
every
aspect of life,

The ultimate crown of my traumatically impoverished lips; was your
vivaciously untamed rainbow of eternally blessed sensuousness,

The ultimate crown of my depravingly impoverished bones; was your
inexhaustible temerity to fearlessly withstand even the most
treacherous
apocalypses of violent hell,

The ultimate crown of my parasitically impoverished fingers; was your
inimitably unparalleled festoon of tirelessly majestic artistry,

The ultimate crown of my inconspicuously impoverished veins; was the
poignantly indomitable flavor of your ubiquitously uniting blood,

The ultimate crown of my haplessly impoverished palms; was the
brilliantly
enlightening sky of your royally infallible destiny lines,

The ultimate crown of my asphyxiatingly impoverished ears; was the
impregnable ingredient of unconquerable oneness in the cadence of your
selfless voice,

The ultimate crown of my preposterously impoverished throat; was the
effulgently limitless sweetness of your Omnipotently ecstatic creation,

The ultimate crown of my waywardly impoverished footsteps; was the
insuperably redolent path of Omnipresent righteousness; that you
timelessly
traversed,

The ultimate crown of my brutally impoverished intestines; was the
fruits of
panoramically pristine creation that you blissfully assimilated; every
single unfurling minute of your victorious life,

The ultimate crown of my impotently impoverished persona; was the
countless
seeds of synergistically fragrant evolution that you sowed; as every
night
took heavenly control of the sweltering day,

The ultimate crown of my obliviously impoverished skin; was the
torrential
rain showers of tantalizing rhapsody; that perennially promulgated from
your
harmonious existence,

The ultimate crown of my squalidly impoverished conscience; was the
miraculously mitigating essence of your unassailably liberating truth,

The ultimate crown of my hedonistically impoverished soul; was your
perpetually philanthropic spirit of timelessly coalescing with every
fragment and sect of divine humanity,

The ultimate crown of my ephemerally impoverished shadow; was your
unsurpassably Omniscient jewel of unconquerably godly honesty,

The ultimate crown of my grouchily impoverished nostrils; was your
immeasurably sacred breath of astoundingly proliferating newness,

And the ultimate crown of my helplessly impoverished heart; was your
immortally blessed beats of unconditionally holy love; love and
beautifully
ardent love…


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»The ultimate hiss of death

 

Like an infinite brutal knives inexorably stabbing every tangible space of happiness; devastating every single aspect of my existence beyond the threshold of sagacious repair,

Like infinite maelstroms of inexplicable despair; thwarting even the most infidel of my desire; to die the most excruciatingly gory death within the realms of my wailing soul,

Like an infinite nights of haplessly strangulating nightmares; each of which metamorphosed me into the ghosts of jinxed oblivion; even though I was jubilantly alive,

Like an infinite thorns of truculently beheading disease; snapping every holistic fang of my existence; with the mortuaries of unparalleled misfortune and invidious blackness,

Like an infinite skeletons of tawdrily cursing nothingness; ghastily rendering every ounce of my poignant blood; to worthlessly debilitating and infinitesimal ash,

Like an infinite oceans of deplorably slandering blood; which intransigently drowned every dimension of my skull; to the acrimoniously unsparing rock bottom,

Like an infinite gallows of deliriously inexplicable depression; which morbidly injected the vials of lecherous helplessness; into each of my veins at a speed more vicious than the most uncontrolled thunderbolts of lightening,

Like an infinite devilish snakes slithering into vindictive wilderness; maiming even the most iridescently robust of my senses; with hedonistically penalizing venom,

Like an infinite ferociously undulating waves; which made me inevitably crumble on my very own feet like a pack of lugubriously impotent matchsticks; without the tiniest of insinuation or prior warning,

Like infinite atrociously non-existent parasites; which cannibalistically devoured even the last ounce of enthusiasm from my impoverished demeanor; hopelessly discarding me to beg on the irascibly rambunctious roads,

Like an infinite germs of indispensably asphyxiating cancer; which slowly and slowly incarcerated even the most oblivious granule of triumph; in my bountifully celestial body,

Like an infinite murderously silent dungeons of imperiling boredom; stigmatizing each victoriously jostling nerve of mine; with unstoppable whirlpools of carnivorously delinquent lechery,

Like infinite icicles of lecherously weeping lifelessness; which diabolically froze the very last ounce of virility in my blood; rendering me lividly castrated in the center of the beautifully bustling street,

Like an infinite wails of salaciously massacring meaninglessness; which ripped apart through even the most invisible fabric of my felicity; like an endless desert of maniacal victimization,

Like an infinite footsteps of unforgivably plundering crime; forever robbing every single element of my body; of its stupendously bewitching versatility,

Like an infinite cold-blooded cauldrons of esoteric perversions; subjugating my nimble form; to the coffins of the ominously marauding and sadistically torturous devil,

Like an infinite wails of the impiously strangulating witch; which gruesomely transformed even the most harmoniously spell binding of my fantasy; into the ultimate apogees of pugnacious mayhem,

Like an infinite unfaithfully barren deserts; which wholesomely evaporated even the most mercurial trace of optimism from the chapters of my priceless life; without the slightest of my fault; reason or ostensible rhyme,

Like an infinite signatures of the horrifically prejudiced demon; which ruthlessly crucified even the most insouciant trace of my masculine identity; with the alphabets of unprecedented devastation,

Was the sorrow lingering deep in the dormitories of my innocent heart and soul; was the sorrow inhabiting every stream of blood that flowed through my veins; was the sorrow unmistakably reflecting from every quarter of my eye; was the sorrow that unabashedly cursed every righteously forward footstep of mine; was the sorrow that converted each of my golden breath into the ultimate hiss of death…


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»The Ultimate love

 

My eyes were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this gargantuan planet could read them; could
explicitly decipher the emotions in their impeccable
whites,
But the ultimate impression on their moistened
periphery; was the immortal image of your Omnipotently
blessed life…

My lips were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this fathomless planet could read them; could
fecklessly frolic and insurmountably tantalize them,
But the ultimate kiss on their rubicund contours; was
the unconquerably truthful imprint of your
altruistically peerless life…

My palms were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this gigantic planet could read them; could joyously
trace the sensuous folds of succulent skin curled
delectably within,
But the ultimate destiny on their humble trajectory;
was every perennially fructifying moment of your
philanthropically symbiotic life…

My shoulders were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone
on this limitless planet could read them; could
uninhibitedly perch upon them to give holistic
reprieve to their pathetically exhausted legs,
But the ultimate strength on their obeisant bones; was
the unequivocally blazing tenacity of your righteously
emollient life….

My perspiration was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone
on this tireless planet could read it; could joyously
splash it towards the regale curtains of emerald sky,
But the ultimate fragrance in its gregarious sparkle;
was the benevolently persevering energy of your
inexhaustibly proliferating life…

My face was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
insuperable planet could read it; could embellish it
with the jewels and paraphernalia of their choice,
But the ultimate smile on its innocuously unfettered
exteriors; was the victoriously effulgent stride of
your timelessly endowing life…

My skin was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
endless planet could read it; could salaciously make
it a nimble prey of their rapaciously uncontrollable
desire,
But the ultimate sensation on its diminutively
wrinkled persona; was the indomitably untamed
enchantment of your spell bindingly artistic and
surreally titillating life…

My shadow was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this ever-pervading planet could read it; could feast
in its gloriously mollifying tranquility to shield the
blistering rays of the unsparing afternoon Sun,
But the ultimate euphoria on its inscrutably elongated
silhouette; were the infinite shades of tirelessly
benign freshness of your marvelously aristocratic
life…

My conscience and breath were a wholeheartedly open
book; anyone on this unstoppable planet could read
them; could bask in the glory of their divinely
unadulterated exhilaration for an infinite more
lifetimes,
But the ultimate signature on their quintessential
fabric; was the symbiotically humanitarian bonding of
your pristinely unassailable life…






And my heart was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this countless planet could read it; could
surreptitiously pilfer its passion to delightfully
ignite their every salaciously impoverished night,
But the ultimate love on each of its unnervingly
ardent beats; was the impregnably Godly breath of your
panoramically perpetual life….


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»The ultimate sir

 

We all must have called someone or the other
spuriously as SIR during our lives; in our insatiable
desire to reach the zenith of prosperity,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably marvelous
Creator; on whose divine fingertips; danced the entire
planet towards the path of unflinching righteousness….

We all must have called someone or the other
lackadaisically as SIR during our lives; in our
mission to shrug inexplicable poverty and be the
stupendous best,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably majestic
Creator; who evolved every bit of mesmerizing beauty;
wandering bountifully on this colossal Universe….

We all must have called someone or the other
abhorrently as SIR during our lives; in our yearning
to catapult to overwhelming stardom and glitterati,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably perennial
Creator; on whose sacrosanct decisions; revolved the
inevitable chapters of celestial life and death…..

We all must have called someone or the other
malevolently as SIR during our lives; in our greed to
holistically survive; extract the optimum from the
corridors of the hideously manipulative society,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably immortal
Creator; on whose revered shoulders rested the weight
of this entire planet; blended with love; compassion
and mystically blooming forest….

We all must have called someone or the other pompously
as SIR during our lives; in our relentless struggle to
grant the most opulently tantalizing food to our
impoverished stomachs,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably invincible
Creator; who spawned countless civilizations deluged
with brilliant sunlight; within the single wink of his
eye….

We all must have called someone or the other sinfully
as SIR during our lives; in our unrelenting conquest
of attaining astronomical power and fame,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably unconquerable
Creator; who gave infinite organisms a chance to exist
in symbiotic harmony; with every single of his
supremely everlasting breath….

We all must have called someone or the other
worthlessly as SIR during our lives; in our
intransigently augmenting search for pleasure;
seduction and alluring happiness,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably Omnipotent
Creator; melanged land with unsurpassably towering
mountains as well as tantalizingly tangy sea bed
soil…..

We all must have called someone or the other viciously
as SIR during our lives; in our endless march forward
to metamorphose each of our wishes into an absolute
reality,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably Omniscient
Creator; who created man as the most ingenious being
on this enamoring planet; showered stringent
thunderbolts of lightening from the sky when the earth
headed towards devastating malice….

We all must have called someone or the other
baselessly as SIR during our lives; in our never
ending aspiration of stuffing our pockets with
glittering gold coin,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably impregnable
Creator; who instilled the beats of heavenly love in
every heart alive; merged every religion named his
inconspicuous molecules; into the religion of
impeccable humanity…

And we must have called someone or the other
lecherously as SIR during our lives; in our
irrevocable urge to sail above the abundantly
sparkling skies,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably Omnipresent
Creator; who magnificently articulated the destinies
of boundless alive; saw to it that the planet
perpetually maintained its equilibrium of good and
evil; with truth and mankind eventually and forever
outnumbering the bad….




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»The United Family

 

WATER LEVELS HAD dramatically receded,
The liquid had ceased to a mere trickle ceasing to
flow,
The blistering sun staring like a devil upon the
placid stream,
Truncating the persona of the jungle river to rivulets
containing paltry
water.


A crow hovering at low levels in the sky had a
brilliant brainwave,
He released a cluster of tiny pebbles from his
drooping beak,
Was instantly gratified at the inconsequential
increase in the level of
water.


The fur coated squirrel collected raw biscuit and
nuts,
Fed the same in the river; noting it swell by meager
fractions.


The serrated skin alligator; accumulated massive slabs
of stone in its jaw,
Deposited them diligently blending with the earlier
debris coagulated inside.


The wild striped zebra carried quantum loads of sand
on its back,
Lowered the same in sparse assemblage of water
slithering on the earth.


The long nosed elephant stashed a plethora of twigs
and rustic foliage in its
trunk,
Unleashing them in the river; witnessing its waters
rise stealthily.

The century old tortoise bore thin crumbs of bread on
its back,
Tossing its frugal contribution with all its might
into the growing territory
of water.


The animals selflessly sacrificed their proud
possessions,
With even the red ants, spiders, and snakes devoting
their perpetual best.


And aftermath's of the sweat they shed were simply
stupendous,
The stingy persona of river now displayed a fresh
look,
Barren regions of land were inundated with surplus
water,
The level of liquid was far more than at the
threadbare beginning,
There was also an obstreperous chorus of voices which
flooded the air,
Emanating from the throats of animals; now bathing in
their self made river as a united family.




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»The very 1st one

 

Never ever 1st at emolliently fructifying artistry;
delinquently squandering countless sheets of
brilliantly bonded paper; and vibrantly ecstatic
paint,

Never ever 1st at blissfully mellifluous whistling;
preposterously bellowing like a rabid dog; instead of
diffusing into stupendously mesmerizing music,

Never ever 1st at adroitly cunning business; insanely
hobbling into mists of utter meaninglessness; at even
the very tiniest insinuation of dexterously prejudiced
manipulation,

Never ever 1st at insurmountably rapacious
titillation; bizarrely floundering to be even a
mercurial iota aroused; even as boundless tawdry
seductresses danced in gay abandon all around,

Never 1st at the inter-college competitions;
disintegrating into an infinite particles of clammy
nothingness; even before alighting a single foot on
the star studded stage,

Never ever 1st at ingeniously eclectic mimicry; not
even able to remember the cadence of my very own
voice; just an evanescent instant after I
wholeheartedly spoke,

Never ever 1st at exotically tantalizing dance;
penuriously ending up licking deliriously rotten dust
on the floor instead; as the entire world beautifully
cavorted and flirted upon the same,

Never ever 1st at fantastically enamoring magic;
clumsily erasing every bit of line from my own palm;
instead of marvelously portending the future of
countless others instead,

Never ever 1st at exuberantly adventurous
mountain-climbing; sinking an infinite feet beneath my
grave; the moment I tried to clamber up the very first
jaggedly ebullient stone,

Never ever 1st at spreading the essence of timeless
humanity; as the instant I unfurled my mouth to
lecture; indiscriminately communal racialism
mercilessly perpetuated every echelon of the
unsurpassably sensitive society,

Never ever 1st at engendering people to uninhibitedly
laugh; with the entire atmosphere breaking into oceans
of hysterical tears; the instant I tried cracking one
of my best mugged jokes,

Never ever 1st at brilliantly outclassing my
compatriots; being ruthlessly massacred into
worthlessly inane ash; even before I could dream of
venturing into intrepidly exhilarating territory,

Never ever 1st at explicit elocutions and debates;
egregiously shooing away every speck of audience
infront of me; as I disdainfully stuck on the very
first alphabet for hours immemorial,

Never ever 1st at punctiliously synchronizing my
surroundings; with the ambience around me always
resembling a gutter of squalidly abhorrent and
disgustingly rotten tomatoes,

Never ever 1st at vociferously cheering my comrades;
with even the most thunderously reverberating of my
voice miserably stuttering to reach even the chamber
of my sordid mouth; as the entire planet around me
broke into unequivocally untamed celebration,

Never ever 1st at replenishing my bones with luxury;
as even before they holistically stretched themselves
for the same; its silken caress was already gobbled in
entirety by a bunch of parasites around,

Never ever 1st at astoundingly memorizing; as
unprecedented cloudbursts of impregnable sleep
transcended over other conceivable speck in my brain;
making me yawn till even after horizons of infinite
infinity,

Never ever 1st at taking quintessentially euphoric
breath into my lungs; as I obnoxiously wavered and
quavered in the race for “ Survival of the fittest”;
wholesomely devoured by infinite organisms in near
vicinity even before I could blow a single whistle,

But the very 1st one in the boundlessly enchanting
Universe who unassailably conquered every beat of your
heart; the very 1st one on this planet who irrefutably
captured you in the swirl of immortally endless
romance; the very 1st one on this earth who took your
magnificently philanthropic signature on every
blood-dropp of mine; was I; was I; and would for
infinite more births I pray and by the grace of God;
always be I….


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»The very first breath, is infact death

 

When the Omnipotent Sun first shines brilliantly in fathomless sky; it is infact the very first indication of satanic darkness; inevitably about to usurp every trace of conceivable light on planet divine.

When altruistic Truth first majestically descends upon inscrutable earth; it is infact the very first indication of tawdry evil; inevitably about to settle upon every tangible and intangible leaf of planet divine.

When unlimited Happiness first burgeons in the unconquerable atmosphere; it is infact the very first indication of inexplicable misery; inevitably about to capsize every free space of planet divine.

When the indomitable Lion first roars in the untamed forests; it is infact the very first indication of limitless silence; inevitably about to plummet upon the amazing labyrinth of planet divine.

When Intrepidly blazing Victory first kisses the fabric of the cosmos; it is infact the very first indication of lugubrious defeat; inevitably about to strangulate every perceivable cranny of planet divine.

When Symbiotic Humanity first unites every caste; creed; color on this earth; it is infact the very first indication of sadistic prejudice; inevitably about to divide every holistic parchment of planet divine.

When the most pricelessly inimitable Pearls first glimmer on the trajectory of this earth; it is infact the very first indication of crucifying poverty; inevitably about to dismantle the impregnable crux of planet divine.

When the Righteous Mirror first reflects your truest persona to the entire world; it is infact the very first indication of despondent haziness; inevitably about to disorient the redolent chapters of planet divine.

When the first Virile Leaf royally fructifies from lackadaisically black soil; it is infact the very first indication of hapless decay; inevitably about to quagmire even the most infinitesimal barren space of planet divine.

When the blessed Muscles first radiate into rays of unfettered strength; it is infact the very first indication of cancerous weakness; inevitably about to incarcerate every synergistic turnstile of planet divine.

When the Sensuous Clouds shower their first droplet of golden rain upon ardent earth; it is infact the very first indication of hedonistic drought; inevitably about to gobble every celestial nook & cranny of planet divine.

When the Virile Body first sprouts into unbelievably ecstatic seeds of survival; it is infact the very first indication of jinxed infertility; inevitably about to massacre every palpable speck of planet divine.

When Insuperable Blood first radiates into the unsurpassable fervor of humanity; it is infact the very first indication of amorphous meaninglessness; inevitably about to uproot the complexion of planet divine.

When the Benign Eye first diffuses into cisterns of invincible empathy; it is infact the very first indication of vicarious heartlessness; inevitably about to puncture the filament of planet divine.

When the Fathomless Brain first commences to timelessly fantasize; it is infact the very first indication of heinous deliriousness; inevitably about to disjoint the astounding articulation of planet divine.

When the Unassailable Peak of the mountain first looms large towards incredulous sky; it is infact the very first indication of mortifying downfall; inevitably about to behead every trifle of success on planet divine.

When the Effulgent Nightingale first sings its most unfathomably mellifluous tune in the crimson evening; it is infact the very first indication of acrimonious malice; inevitably about to gouge every sparkling eye of planet divine.

When the Immortal Heart throbs its first beat of rhapsodically Perpetual love; it is infact the very first indication of invidious betrayal; inevitably about to assassinate every bit of compassion on planet divine.

And when the First form of life bountifully spawns for the first time on this amazingly fragrant globe; it is infact the very first indication of inescapable death; inevitably about to hopelessly end existence on planet divine.

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»The very first time

 

The very first time in my life when I tried to catapult to the ultimate
precipice of the perilously gigantic mountain; my soul uncontrollably
trembled; and almost every speck of soil under my feet gave way to a
coffin
of amorphous nothingness,

The very first time in my life when I tried to plunge headon into the
precariously undulating and untamed sea; the hair on my skin nictitated
in
uncanny fear; although mentally I could very well perceive that the
laws of
buoyancy would keep me blissfully afloat,

The very first time in my life when I attempted to walk on ground;
daggerheads of inexplicably unsolicited fear penetrated me from all
sides;
although by the grace of God the age was now consummate enough for me
to
wonderfully stand,

The very first time in my life when I left my house; indescribably
sordid
graveyards of uncertainty unsparingly pierced my nimble spirit;
although the
atmosphere outside was enlightened with nothing else but celestially
unending peace,

The very first time in my life when I tried to speak; the stub of
tongue in
my mouth felt unfathomably circumspect about the quality of sound that
was
about to diffuse; although the thunderous roar of natural instincts in
my
body; unrelentingly urged me to unfurl my mouth,

The very first time in my life when I tried to eat; the consortium of
disheveled intestines in my stomach uneasily fretted and wrenched;
although
pangs of inevitably crucifying hunger reverberated endlessly throughout
my
body,

The very first time in my life when I tried to sip; the chords in my
throats
unceremoniously tightened their grip; although the uncouthly sweltering
heat
of the afternoon Sun; rendered them grasping for more and more,

The very first time in my life when I tried to defecate; the bowels in
my
stomach dogmatically refrained to contract and expand; although the
call of
nature was too heavy upon them to bear,

The very first time in my life when I tried to smile; the contours of
my
diminutive lips remained haplessly frozen; although the winds of
unparalleled happiness indefatigably triggered them to blossom till the
aisles of exhilarating eternity,

The very first time in my life when I tried to sleep; the dormitories
of my
tirelessly discovering brain miserably quavered at the thought of
dastardly
unconsciousness; although the lids over my eyeball rolled down like a
helplessly beleaguered sycophant,

The very first time in my life when I tried to hold; the humble knots
on my
fingers broke into disparagingly cold sweat; although the mantras of
symbiotic existence timelessly coaxed me to bond them with my fellow
brethren and kin,
The very first time in my life when I tried to adventure; the framework
of
synergistic bones in my countenance horribly diminished into mortuaries
of
dastardly nothingness; although the uninhibitedly effulgent fantasies
in my
brain inexhaustibly dictated me to flirtatiously philander,

The very first time in my life when I tried to earn my livelihood;
every
ingredient of my molecular persona repugnantly repelled the proposition
as
abhorrently bizarre; although I very well knew that every organism
alive
quintessentially needed to pay his rent for his destined time,

The very first time in my life when I tried to write poetry; the pen in
my
hands felt like an hedonistically massacring knife; although I
inherently
knew that it was perfectly allright even if the bountifully resplendent
verse would rhyme or not rhyme,

The very first time in my life when I tried to flirt; the intrepidly
emollient tenacity in my demeanor crumbled towards the corpses of
feckless
meaninglessness; although the urge to submerge every cranny of my flesh
with
innocuous mischief was more unconquerable than the limitless skies,

The very first time in my life when I tried to learn; the intricately
sensitive machinery of my mind treacherously betrayed me; in the fear
of
being unnecessarily inundated; although the desire of philanthropically
imbibe radiated regally from the innermost space of my conscience,

The very first time in my life when I tried to preach; my neck felt as
if it
was going to be hung on the gallows of the truculently marauding devil;
although I perfectly knew that was insurmountably adequate room for
harmless
human error,

The very first time in my life when I tried to breathe; my lungs felt
fish
slithering lividly without the most capricious droplet of water;
although I
knew that inhaling a few puffs of air from them was my cardinal
birthright
for harmonious survival,

But the very first time in my life when I fell in love; I felt the most
pricelessly immortal organism alive not only for this birth; but for
infinite more births of mine; I could never ever give my heart to any
other
girl in my life; and the first time forever remained the very first
time….


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