Art dedicates,
Manipulation insidiously changes color every instant of the day; disappearing brusquely like a deceptive mirage; at the slightest of difficulty.
Art conquers,
Manipulation devastates innocuous angels into lecherous parasites.
Art fulminates,
Manipulation sequesters in horrifically dark vicinities of self imposed doom.
Art epitomizes,
Manipulation melts treacherously into the aisles of nothingness as each minute unveils.
Art purifies,
Manipulation adds dismal stains to the most sacrosanct of mothers milk.
Art intrigues,
Manipulation satanically massacres your ability to think beyond spurious laws of management.
Art perceives,
Manipulation is an invidiously sinister game; of one man trying to incessantly overtopple the other.
Art personifies,
Manipulation slithers miserably on the devils blood coated footsteps.
Art frees,
Manipulation commences and ends capsized in chains of abominable slavery.
Art reveres,
Manipulation is a blatant expletive which emanates from the hedonistic mouth.
Art romanticizes,
Manipulation extricates every diminutive iota of love trapped
compassionately in the veins.
Art exultates,
Manipulation jeopardizes the very roots of spell binding fantasy.
Art teaches,
Manipulation evaporates holistic reminisces; to withered leaves never coming to
life again.
Art unveils,
Manipulation chops your wings even before you learn to fly.
Art ameliorates,
Manipulation exacerbates even non existent pain to the most unprecedented limits.
Art defends,
Manipulation surrenders even after reaching the absolute zenith of victory.
Art challenges,
Manipulation trips you into the dungeon of pathetic cowardice for centuries immemorial.
Art mingles,
Manipulation rips apart the most intimate of friends like obsoletely remote aliens.
Art rehabilitates,
Manipulation poisons the most congenial seeds of love; to beyond the tenterhooks of extinction.
Art propagates,
Manipulation pulverizes pearls of prudent wisdom before they diffuse from the rubicund lips.
Art magnifies,
Manipulation shrinks the most impregnable of countenance to a stature less than the ants.
Art exemplifies,
Manipulation slaughters all power of everlasting rhyme and perspicacious reasoning.
Art imparts,
Manipulation terrorizes you to relinquish all beyond what you had ever imbibed.
Art consecrates,
Manipulation devastates the most synergistic of relationships to summits of devilish prejudice.
Art solves,
Manipulation triggers tumult; transforming every utopia into wholesomely solitary graveyards.
Art charms,
Manipulation sardonically relieves you of overwhelmingly poignant spice in life.
Art bestows,
Manipulation sucks all benevolence; philanthropically entwined in your soul.
And Art is the very reason I could take birth an infinite times,
While O! Almighty Lord; keep manipulation away even from the most decaying framework of my dead bones; each time I left for my heavenly abode.
20. ULTIMATE REALITY
Fantasy is a milestone,
Truth is the ultimate reality.
Whisper is a mesmerizing sedative,
Voice of the conscience is the ultimate reality.
Clouds are an ethereal fascination,
Sky is the ultimate reality.
Accidents are an evanescent bruise,
Death is the ultimate reality.
Stars are titillation of the night,
Flaming Sun is the ultimate reality.
Photograph is a magnanimous depiction,
The living are the ultimate reality.
Offsprings keep proliferating in every quarter of the Universe,
Sacrosanct mother is the ultimate reality.
Bees swarm boisterously all throughout the day,
Mesmerizing nightingale is the ultimate reality.
Flurry of blatant lies evaporates into wisps of obsolete oblivion,
Irrefutable truth is the ultimate reality.
Grandiloquent ink depicts marvelous glory,
The pages of destiny are the ultimate reality.
Tantalizing globules of sweat captivate the remotest of alien,
Persevering hardwork is the ultimate reality.
Seductive flesh is a transient sensation,
Charismatic beauty is the ultimate reality.
Flirtation melts like frigid beeswax,
Friendship is the ultimate reality.
Scents wear off as the hours unfurl,
Enchanting rose is the ultimate reality.
Kites flap gregariously and then descend,
Euphoric wind is the ultimate reality.
Sharks glide in majestic unison to pulverize their prey,
Rhapsodic ocean is the ultimate reality.
Religion ironically enthralls with its armory of countless nuances,
Philanthropic humanity is the ultimate reality.
Moonshine perpetuates through the blanket of ghastly darkness,
Marvelously enlightening dawn is the ultimate reality.
Dreams are incarcerating avalanches of ice frenziedly distorting shape,
Actions are the ultimate reality.
Teamwork is a stepping stone towards the zenith of success,
Trust is the ultimate reality.
Panthers growl instills a wave of uncanny fear,
Rampant wilderness is the ultimate reality.
Innovation is a streak of dynamic flamboyance,
Blessed intelligence is the ultimate reality.
Abuses are temporary fulminations of the mind,
The pen of the Almighty Creator is the ultimate reality.
Lightening is an inconspicuous spark of electricity in the cosmos,
The ocean of darkness is a perpetual reality.
Mosquito bite is an infinitesimally pertinent,
Compromise with existence is the ultimate reality.
The bars of prison are a hedonistic submission,
Interiors of satanic corpse are the ultimate reality.
Mountains buckle down like soggy matchsticks under earthquakes,
The summit of conviction is the ultimate reality.
Steroids stimulate traces of newfound power,
The ramifications of the heart are the ultimate reality.
Currency triggers smiles more bombastic than the heavens at times,
Wholehearted satisfaction is the ultimate reality.
Exemplifications alleviate stress to substantive degrees,
Acceptance is the ultimate reality.
Fairies dance to give you the most exotic times of your life,
The cry of the cuckoo every morning is the ultimate reality.
Glitter of gold lasts only till the last winds of night,
The compassionate caress of your mother is the ultimate reality.
Silken strands of spidery web thrill beyond the realms of exhaustion,
The lethal sting of wholesome extinction is the ultimate reality.
Cuddling your baby an infinite times revitalized your dreary senses to the epitome of optimism,
Each act of benevolence is the ultimate reality.
Slithering bare chested on soil impregnated tremors of pleasure,
Devotion to the cause of Almighty God is the ultimate reality.
Tears are momentary radiations of profound suffering,
Sorrow is the ultimate reality.
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Attraction is a vivid chain of primordial passion,
Bondage is the ultimate reality.
Skin extinguishes in entirety with advancing years of life,
The everlasting soul is the ultimate reality.
Royal imagery puts you in trance for cardinal parts of the day,
Poetry is the ultimate reality.
Advertising is a baseless spectrum of gimmicks which enthrall,
Dedication towards the divine is the ultimate reality.
Dwelling harbors you from the diabolical devil,
Enigma is the ultimate reality.
Frolicking in the meadows rekindles your diminishing energies a trifle,
The valley of exultating adventure is the ultimate reality.
Wink triggers avalanches of flirtation and naughtiness,
Concentration is the ultimate reality.
Caress embodies feelings to the most supreme core,
Uninhibited sharing is the ultimate reality.
Bornfires stupefy as they escalate towards the cosmos,
Untamed passion is the ultimate reality.
Superstitions are ephemerally efficacious,
Omnipresent Lord is the ultimate reality.
Business is a rejuvenating parasite adding spice and wealth to life,
Art is the ultimate reality.
And infatuation is storm which gradually disappears,
Immortal love is the ultimate reality.
21. NEWNESS
Be it in the very first rays of ethereally magnificent dawn; enlightening every cranny of despairingly flagrant blackness with unfathomably unceasing majesty,
Be it in the nimble squeaking of the freshly born infant; profoundly enrapturing monotonously usurped existence; with an unprecedented power to forever survive,
Be it in the transiently hood-winking beams of the vivaciously uninhibited rainbow; casting their magic on every fretfully beleaguered bone; till times beyond infinite infinity,
Be it in the pristinely nascent shoots sprouting from the corrugated branches of the tree; delightfully swaying in insatiable ecstasy with the virile currents of summer wind,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what tingled
every aspect of my existence till even beyond the realms of eternal paradise; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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Be it in the unrestrictedly artistic lines scrawled on barren canvas; embellishing the chapter of mundanely manipulative survival today; with unceasingly copious rivers of color and vibrant charm,
Be it in the infantile trickle of water dribbling painstakingly from the scorched rocks; bounteously perpetuating the sweltering atmosphere around with unbelievably rhapsodic exhilaration,
Be it in the faintly rupturing of the outlines of the immaculate egg; blissfully announcing the arrival of unparalleled exuberance; in a world of otherwise preposterously shriveled decay,
Be it in the premature formation of pearly white mists in the sky; triggering a ray of tantalizingly unsurpassable hope in one and all alike on bereaved earth; that sensuous rain was soon about to fall,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what made me feel the most pricelessly insuperable organism alive; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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Be it in the sporadic bouts of laughter of the ebulliently innocuous child; making truculently agonized heart’s all across this boundless Universe; melt and frolic into the meadows of effulgent childhood,
Be it in the incoherently optimistic quacking of the fledgling swans; trying to timelessly disseminate the message of egalitarian peace towards endless sky and
emollient earth; wonderfully alike,
Be it in the inconspicuously sensitive dewdrop on the blade of ravenously enthralling grass; radiating into a beam of perpetually golden righteousness; with the first rays of the Sun,
Be it in the intrepidly adventurous wave disappearing wholesomely into the horizons and deep sea; permeating even bit of the gruesomely bedraggled ambience around
with celestially tangy happiness,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what
unconquerably fuelled every ingredient of my blood to pump life; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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Be it in the singular star that regally twinkled in the grotestquely cloudy and foggily obfuscated night; granting glorious reprieve from a countless inadvertently committed sins,
Be it in the match-boxed minuscule hutment barren without any quintessential amenity of life; yet with a roof so compassionate; that it sequestered you from
the most devastating of storm and rain,
Be it in the inarticulately indefatigable buzzing of the bumble bee; spawning into cisterns of invaluably harmonious nectar; a sweetness which no power on this
turgid earth could ever transcend or destroy,
Be it in the whisper of the fugitively nubile maiden; engendering every pore on the satanically lambasted skin to excitedly stand; even as she extinguished into
a valley of nothingness; sooner than she had arrived,
Be it in the infinitesimally silken beat of the heart; which arose towards the cosmos for just an instant; but united the entire estranged Universe in chords of immortal love; before it veritably died,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what
propelled me to procreate countless more of my very own humanitarian kind; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
22. FROM THE DEVIL’S PERSPECTIVE
If you viewed the majestic deserts from the forlornly turgid cloud’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but impoverished beggars rotting in the graveyards of hell since times immemorial,
If you viewed innocuous flesh from the treacherously venomous scorpions perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a ludicrously dwindling bait; exhaling its very last plumes of preposterously extinguishing existence,
If you viewed pristine eyes from the vindictively vituperative bat’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but uxoriously slavering eggs of vicious infidelity; waiting to be pierced and unsparingly bludgeoned till even beyond the corpses of hell,
If you viewed the Omnipotent Sun from the cadaverously sinister night’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a hedonistically menacing barbecue; roasting every conceivable entity into inconspicuously livid ash,
If you viewed poignant blood from the delinquently scurrilous parasite’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the most savagely scrumptious meal; ever born on the trajectory of this boundless Universe,
If you viewed uninhibited happiness from the haplessly deadened skeleton’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the most spuriously unsolicited idiosyncrasy; squandering without any ostensible reason or rhyme on the lap of soil,
If you viewed sagacious literacy from the indiscriminately beheading murderer’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a fecklessly wastrel bug; an unfathomably heinous prison wasting countless hours of the world,
If you viewed the divinely mother from the salaciously corrupt politicians
perspective; she’d seem to be nothing else; but an inanely squatting and baselessly lascivious spider; which needed to be endlessly squelched under the pretext of delirious ambition and barbarous desire,
/> If you viewed fragrant soil from the tyrannically monotonous builder’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but another bundle of meaninglessly brown feces; which needed to be ruptured and brutally excoriated to the most unprecedented limits; so that uncouth structures of stone could enlighten the sky,
If you viewed the unadulterated infant from the profanely plucking vulture’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an ephemeral speck of morning breakfast; whose eyeball’s needed to be ghastily devoured as dessert; after iconoclastically snapping apart the blood and fledgling bones,