Life = Death - volume 2 - Poems on Life , Death

  The day I didn't realize; I felt horrendously pompous and pretentiously inflated; with my conscience whipping me to profusely apologize to the mesmerizing winds outside,

  The day I didn't drink water; I felt the tumultuously scorching agony in my throat; compelling me to swoon like withering fish on the ground,

  The day I didn't tease my sister; I felt as if I sitting astoundingly close to my grave; although I was just on the threshold to commence life,

  The day I didn't gaze at the resplendent stars; I felt as if my world was intransigently confined to the four bare brick walls of my dwelling,

  The day I didn't respect my elders; I felt that I was boisterously irascible fly; about to be inevitably squashed by the sword of righteousness,

  The day I didn't listen to my heart; I felt as if I had horrifically failed in every attempt of mine; although I stood towering on the absolute pinnacle of life,

  The day I didn't wholeheartedly love; I felt there was no reason to survive; started prematurely on my journey to the heavens; without the tiniest insinuation of Almighty Lord,

  And the day I didn't breathe; there was no time for me to feel or romanticize about hell or heaven; for I lay like a wholesomely mute corpse; infact to cut the story short; I was irrefutably dead.

 

  8. LIFE- A NON-NEGOTIABLE COMPROMISE?

  ?

  Whether you face it with exuberantly unconquerable gusto; or whether you unrelentingly keep fretting for its tyrannical share of inevitable ruthlessness,

  Whether you face it with endlessly triumphant euphoria; or whether you disdainfully blame even the most nimbly silken step that you tread,

  Whether you face it with bountifully unprecedented charisma; or whether you wither away like a derogatorily insipid leaf in front of its sporadically uncouth vagaries,

  Whether you face it with ebulliently relentless enchantment; or whether you keep fretting uncontrollably like a dilapidated corpse; fed up of its manipulative lambasting,

  Whether you face it with stupendously exhilarating ecstasy; or whether you keep intransigently abusing it for impoverishing you so barbarously; while at the same time feeding your egalitarian counterparts in plates of pure gold,

  Whether you face it with ardently irrevocable tenacity; or whether you whether you implacably slander it for rendering you as insipidly capricious as a forlornly withering leaf; for ostensibly no fault of yours,

  Whether you face it with ingratiatingly timeless fascination; or whether you keep cursing it with ominously pugnacious fanaticism; for the baseless bickering it gave you on your hindside; ever since you were an innocuous child,

  Whether you face it with unflinchingly intrepid exultation; or whether you indefatigably shoot at it for not catapulting you to the epitome of vibrant prosperity; for even the most heroically paradigm of your deeds,

  Whether you face it with unfathomably impregnable solidarity; or whether you viciously stab at it with even the most infinitesimal element of your countenance; for snatching the only roof from above your desolate head,

  Whether you face it with uninhibitedly divinely contentment; or whether you impudently spit on it for inexplicably crippling you with insidious disease,

  Whether you face it with astronomically aristocratic courage; or whether you cannibalistically ostracize it for its vicissitude of precariously uncanny discrepancies,

  Whether you face it with unsurpassable unassailable determination; or whether you perennially hid your nonchalantly trembling skin; from its flamingly prowling eyes,

  Whether you face it with blissfully cavorting happiness; or whether you weep a billion tears a minute; for it horrifically divesting you of your pristinely near and dear,

  Whether you face it with celestially fructifying enthusiasm; or whether you assassinate it using every trace of your priceless blood; for not listening to the inner most tunes of your passionately mesmerizing heart,

  Whether you face it with royally silken graciousness; or whether you uselessly expend every unfurling minute of your day; thunderously castigating its winds of gratuitously indiscriminate inequality,

  Whether you face it with everlastingly iridescent eclecticism; or whether you deliberately sink you pathetic form infinite feet beneath your grave; just to escape its unending labyrinth of harsh realities,

  Whether you face it with unstoppably patriotic breath; or whether you tirelessly attempt to entirely snap its ungainly wings; for not supporting you to transcend to

  the ultimate heavenly paradise,

  Whether you face it with immortally insuperable love; or whether you wanted it to diminish away like a gutter of frigidly futile worm; for parasitically sucking every iota of your amiable camaraderie and happiness,

  For if you are not the Omnipotently Almighty Lord; life was; is and will always remain to be a tornado of inexplicable vacillations; a Sun which at times rises

  and at times coldbloodedly sets; a flower which at times blossoms into optimistic fragrance and at times invidiously crumbles away; an ocean which at times swirls towards the majestic sky and at times is nothing but a bed of lackadaisically

  decrepit stones,

  So its better if you faced it smilingly and without the slightest of cacophonic regret; because for every organism breathing and blessedly alive and not the Lord Divine; life has been and will always continue to be a nonnegotiable compromise.

  9. TRUTH IS ALWAYS NAKED?

  ?

  Victory is always sweet; a perpetual trouncing of the corpses of the hedonistically slandering devil; by the winds of eternally undefeated righteousness,

  Honesty is always persevering; an ocean of pricelessly unflinching sweat; that eventually wins over even the most infinitesimal anecdote of treacherously prejudiced debauchery,

  Friendship is always compassionate; a perennial melanging of two souls into one; irrespective of caste; creed; color or the unfurling of astoundingly zipping time,

  Childhood is always pristine; an indefatigable culmination into the most innocuously unfettered fantasies of vibrant tomorrow; and a fathomless kilometers away from even the most mercurial of hideous manipulation,

  Adventures are always exhilarating; an unabashedly blissful venturing into the corridors of the uncannily unknown; rejuvenating every monotonously emaciated

  cranny of the body with timelessly mesmerizing spice,

  Beauty is always ravishing; a panoramically unbridled triumph of sensuousness over the sacrilegiously demented corpses of stagnation; for a countless more births yet

  to arrive,

  Benevolence is always altruistic; an unendingly selfless wind of companionship; which embraces every tangible and intangible entity on this fathomless Universe; in

  its impregnably amiable swirl,

  Creation is always artistic; an inexhaustible cistern of inimitably unparalleled energy; which burgeons into the most brilliantly optimistic shapes of an interminable tomorrow,

  Smiles are always inspiring; triggering rays of unassailably bounteous hope; into the lives of all those deplorably devastated beyond the threshold of inexplicably hapless despair,

  Blood is always humanitarian; coalescing the entire boundlessly effulgent Universe into a spell bindingly united mass; irrespective of whether it belonged to a;

  "Hindu"; "Muslim"; "Buddhist"; or "Christian",

  Soul is always uplifting; incessantly continuing to drift into every ounce of goodness on this endlessly fructifying earth; even after the last expunging of divinely breath,

  Symbiotism is always unconquerable; an untamed inferno of mutually ebullient desire; which timelessly bonded every conceivable element of free space; in the threads of benign holiness,

  Yearning is always passionate; indispensably massacring even the most raunchily indiscriminately of hurdles that ever dared come in between; its royally tantalizing way,

  Hunger is always natural; perpetually differentiating us insipidly greedy living beings; from the heavens of the insuperably Omnipotent and fe
arless Lord,

  Flirtation is always mischievous; rekindling the spirit to survive as the most effervescently beautiful organism; even when buried an infinite feet beneath

  insouciantly meaningless mud,

  Sleep is always celestial; replenishing even the most truculently lambasted arenas of the deteriorating body; with the mists of everlastingly heavenly rest,

  Shadows are always mystical; undauntedly weaving an ever-pervadingly panoramic gorge of astounding fantasy; which seductively enshrouded even the obsolete cranny of the invisible veins,

  Breathing is always fiery; perpetuating an unlimited forest of desire even in the most meaninglessly wanton of spaces; perpetuating the most veritably dead to euphorically surge forward in the true fervor of life,

  And "Truth is always Naked"; candidly exposing the most inconspicuous of ins and outs of your persona; like when the Omniscient Creator was writing the destiny of this undying planet; and without the tiniest twitch of the eye.

  10. INFALLIBLY MARRIED. YET YOU SAY THAT I'M A BACHELOR!?

  ?

  Invincibly married to each droplet of my golden sweat; replenishing every miserably emaciated cranny of my wailing soul; with its virtue of irrefutably spell-binding perseverance; was I,

  Limitlessly married to each intrepid footstep that I traversed; wholesomely perpetuating every pore of my skin; with the spirit of timelessly rejuvenating

  adventure; was I,

  Insuperably married to each bountiful fantasy that I dreamt; miraculously metamorphosing every ounce of my inexplicable sorrow in my veins; into a paradise of surreally inexorable optimism, was I,

  Unconquerably married to each poignant blood-drop of mine; timelessly inculcating in me the egalitarian principles of inimitably peerless and priceless humanity; was I,

  Perennially married to each enchanting destiny line of mine; enigmatically assimilating the unceasingly untamed thrill of existence; which magnetically vacillated at every unfurling instant of bewitching life,

  Perpetually married to each follicle of my sensuously ravishing hair; exuberantly floating with the jubilantly ecstatic currents of breeze; which transcended me beyond the boundaries of fetidly gruesome manipulation; was I,

  Royally married to each fearlessly handsome of my bone; supremely exultating in my tirelessly altruistic strength; wholeheartedly utilizing every iota of the same to the service of benign living kind; was I,

  Triumphantly married to each of my fantastically blessing pulse; harmoniously existing for centuries immemorial; romancing in its quintessentially effulgent swirl; was I,

  Unlimitedly married to each of my blissfully reinvigorating smiles; which timelessly catapulted me to the topmost rung of victorious paradise; which was inhabited by only the aisles of unfettered desire; was I,

  Interminably married to each of my unstoppably burgeoning ambitions; making me feel the most pricelessly desirous puff of euphoric breath on every step that I traversed; was I,

  Unshakably married to each jubilantly scarlet blush of my cheek; which made me feel as the most sensitively nubile bride; shivering wholesomely naked under the full and profound rays of the midnight moon, was I,

  Eternally married to each mischievously dancing of my eyelash; which endlessly permeated me to frolic in unabashed abandon behind the magically rain-soaked

  meadows with the maidens of my choice; was I,

  Unassailably married to each globule of my unpretentious saliva; which compassionately charged every element of my drearily flailing persona as it ran down my throat like impregnable electricity; was I,

  Inseparably married to each pore of my brilliantly truthful conscience; which perennially repudiated every bit of acrimoniously ungainly lies from my nimble persona; was I,

  Majestically married to each of my pristinely titillating goose-bump; which triggered unsurpassable thunderbolts of ardently augmenting lightening in even the most infinitesimal of my shadow; was I,

  Unchallangeably married to each of cistern of empathy that dribbled from my eyes; engendering me to melt to even the most inconspicuous wail of all blessed humanity; was I,

  Intransigently married to each untamed fireball of virility that torrentially wafted from my demeanor; which made me feel the most immortally righteous organism on earth alive; was I,

  Infallibly married to each of my gloriously fervent breath; symbiotically harnessing the fathomless treasures of mother nature in every inhalation of my destined survival; was I,

  Indomitably married to each of my beautifully passionate heartbeat; endlessly imbibing the bonds of fearlessly unparalleled love in every aspect of my impoverished existence; was I,

  And yet you still say that I was a penuriously demented bachelor; yet you say that I'm a pathetically impotent bachelor; yet you say that I would forever remain a ludicrously unmanly bachelor; just and just because I didn't marry a proper woman; according to

  your sets of norms and turgidly baseless idiosyncrasies; in the entire tenure of my life.

  11. THERE'S AN ANIMAL IN EACH ONE OF US.

  ?

  Be it in the form of the zillion ungainly abuses that blatantly drifted from our mouths; when we got provoked to the most unprecedented limits; for no ostensible reason

  or rhyme,

  Be it in the form of the zillion innocuous insects that we uncouthly trampled upon; in our relentless quest to reach the absolute apogees of indomitable superiority,

  Be it in the form of a zillion morsels of food that we cannibalistically consumed; in order to just transiently placate the insatiable hunger of our brutally

  emaciated stomachs,

  Be it in the form of a zillion egregiously jinxed curses that we emanated; when the resplendently embellished festoons of luck; weren't running the slightest our

  destined way,

  Be it in the form of a zillion slaps that we ruthlessly slashed to our subjugated subordinate mates; for not punctiliously cleaning our unceremoniously dwindling leftovers,

  Be it in the form of a zillion nightmares of the mercilessly trumpeting devil; that inhabited virtually every sordidly lonely night; of our impoverished lifetime,

  Be it in the form of a zillion droplets of blood that we merrily feasted upon; of which was composed our most tantalizingly succulent meal of robustly marinated chicken,

  Be it in the form of a zillion goose-bumps of rapaciously unstoppable desire that crept up on our skins; as we witnessed the most poignantly alluring nakedness of the nubile opposite sex,

  Be it in the form of a zillion fragments of sordidly devastating lies that we shrewdly uttered; just in order to save us from the unsparingly penalizing gallows of truth,

  Be it in the form of a zillion guffaws of artificiality that we culminated into; just in order to be nefariously christened as a sanctimoniously spurious ingredient of

  the chauvinistic high society,

  Be it in the form of a zillion dastardly rapes that we fantasized about day and night; just in order to keep our nimbly peerless bodies in the most supremely invincible spirits,

  Be it in the form of a zillion ghastily crucifying battles that we unrelentingly fought; erecting palaces of livid gold and silver; on the foundations of countless an innocent blood,

  Be it in the form of a zillion elements of insidious adulteration that we'd unnervingly perpetuated into every quarter of this fathomless Universe; just so that our pockets always and inexhaustibly bulged with mindless prosperity,

  Be it in the form of a zillion fiasco political revolutions that we tried to invent; which were just a manifestation of our crazily distorted imagery; and in the treachery of which millions suffered and inexplicably succumbed,

  Be it in the form of a zillion consumptions of tawdry liquor and smoke; which we slurped at a speed faster than white light; and after which we sacrilegiously spat on every fraction of celestially venerated mother earth,

  Be it in the form of a zillion molecules of whimsical deliriousness that we gave shape to; preposterously deluging
every bit of the ecstatically vibrant atmosphere; with the unforgivable stench of the plundering diabolical,

  Be it in the form of a zillion kicks that we gave to all those infirm; blind; maimed; poor; orphaned ..etc; blasphemously using them as invisible pulleys to transport us to the destination of our sadistic choice,

  Be it in the form of a zillion children that we gave birth to and then left to tirelessly beg on the obliviously dusty streets; just in order to appease the desire of our satanic flesh; in the first place,

  Be it in the form of a zillion betrayals that we permeated and underwent in the tenure of our entire lifetime; miserably shattering the immortally compassionate hearts of innumerable organisms; pricelessly existing on this spell-bindingly rhapsodic planet,