Life = Death - volume 5 - Poems on Life , Death
If you viewed the regal painting from the hoarsely emaciated beggar’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a wonderful begging bowl; in which could be blissfully accumulated the entire coin- collection of the sweltering day,
If you viewed the eternal meadow from the indefatigably crunching dinosaur’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a chunk of soggily slandering
cake; disappearing into remorseful nothingness at the tiniest exhalation of breath,
If you viewed the enchanting rainbow from the inexhaustibly cold-blooded
crocodile’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an unsurpassably appetizing delicacy; that needed to be tirelessly munched till times beyond infinite infinity,
If you viewed the spell-binding eyelashes from the truculent butcher’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but a fringe of lifeless hair; that would do astoundingly well to garnish the silhouettes of the red meat just unceremoniously cooked,
If you viewed the truthful conscience from the satanically grotesque ghost’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a coffin of raunchily asphyxiating darkness; devastating countless in its gruesomely amorphous swirl,
If you viewed the intricately hollow ears from the ballistically stinging spider’s perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but lifelessly morbid hollows in which could spawn the most gratuitously ribald of silken web,
If you viewed perennially burgeoning breath from the lugubriously obsolete
grave’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but insurmountably decayed air; which would forever spread cursedly appalling doom,
If you viewed limitlessly blessed life from the invidiously torturous death’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but gallows of gorily cumbersome oblivion; which massacred more vociferously than ever before; as each instant unveiled,
And if you viewed immortal love from the unceasingly marauding devil’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the immeasurably insidious valley of betrayal; which snapped the wings of compassionately unequivocal relationship; without the slightest of chance to relent.
23. AN INFINITE TIMES BETTER
Even the most parsimoniously slavering form of light; is an infinite times better than the endlessly ghoulish mortuary of treacherously asphyxiating darkness,
Even the most infinitesimally diminutive form of strength; is an infinite times better than the endless coffins of remorsefully decrepit fear,
Even the most inconspicuously ethereal form of water; is an infinite times better than the endlessly crucifying and barbarously sweltering sand of the desert,
Even the most nimbly mercurial form of vivaciousness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly ghastly jungles of concretely unemotional monotony,
Even the most fugitively nonchalant form of literacy; is an infinite times better than the endlessly dolorous well of ignominiously lambasting unemployment,
Even the most inconspicuously disappearing form of happiness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly hopeless dungeon of inexplicably besmirched sadness,
Even the most ephemerally silent form of faithfulness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly salacious road to vindictively vituperative betrayal,
Even the most inanely tiny form of dwelling; is an infinite times better than the endlessly whiplashed body aimlessly sauntering on boundless kilometers of lackadaisical mud,
Even the most moderately stingy form of food; is an infinite times better than the endlessly devastating battlefield of baselessly torturous and brutally incarcerating hunger,
Even the most evanescently measly form of fruit; is an infinite times better than the endlessly crucifying gallows of disastrously wretched impotency,
Even the most frugally abstemious form of speech; is an infinite times better than the endlessly obsolete mist of acrimoniously orphaned and preposterously wanton dumbness,
Even the most transiently small form of selflessness; is an infinite times better than the endlessly prejudiced ghosttown of salaciously parasitic greed,
Even the most minutely petite form of compassion; is an infinite times better than the endlessly bereaved icicles of frigidly obfuscated and lugubriously shriveled nothingness,
Even the most prematurely microscopic form of artistry; is an infinite times better than the endlessly tyrannized jail of cold-bloodedly massacring and indiscriminately obnoxious debauchery,
Even the most truncatedly miniature form of honesty; is an infinite times better than the endlessly horrifying apocalypses of flagrantly sordid lies,
Even the most rarely measured forms of humanity; are an infinite times better than the endlessly dogmatic tunnel of rampantly blood-sucking crime,
Even the most fadingly teeny forms of wisdom; are an infinite times better than the endlessly unsolicited feces of lecherously wastrel foolishness,
Even the most restrictedly Spartan form of love; is an infinite times better than the endlessly pulverizing hell of abhorrently malicious and acridly hedonistic betrayal,
Even the most rapidly disappearing form of enchantment; is an infinite times better than the endlessly squelching maelstrom of deliriously pugnacious loneliness,
And even the most laconically wrinkled form of life; is an infinite times better than the endlessly scurrilous and torturously exonerating noose of mercilessly
demeaning death.
24. A WHOLE NEW CHAPTER
Every day as you arose at the crackle of mesmerizing dawn; you blossomed
into celestial freshness; wholesomely shirking the hideously monstrous monotony of the previous bedraggled day,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of blissful dawn; you wholeheartedly
smiled the smile of your life; as the Omnipotently golden rays of the Sun smooched you in euphoric entirety,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of enchanting dawn; you became oblivious to the treacherously barbarous tyrannies meted upon you; as even the most infinitesimally inane of your senses completely coalesced with the panoramic mists of mother nature,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of effulgent dawn; you insatiably urged to defecate your miserably asphyxiated bowels; mollify your bereaved stomach with delectably fresh fruit and sparkling water,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of rhapsodic dawn; you devoutly resolved never to repeat your mistakes of the past; astoundingly train every of your delinquent nerve; to perennially surge forward to eternal success,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of bountiful dawn; you profoundly reminisced new memories of your majestically uninhibited childhood; when you cared a damn about this manipulative planet; compassionately suckling in the lap of your heavenly mother,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of victorious dawn; you chalked out
countless distinct strategies to irrefutably vanquish the indiscriminately rampaging devil; inexhaustibly striving for complete freedom of your mind; body and soul,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of poignant dawn; you found the intensity of scarlet blood in your veins more profuse than ever; to holistically survive in times that were good as well as diabolically bad,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of Omniscient dawn; you felt an inexorable fervor to discover encapsulating every cranny of your persona; alleviating you from the most severest of your wanton depression; into the aisles of timeless proliferation,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of emollient dawn; you uninhibitedly danced with passionately enthralling ardor; letting every egregiously trapped staleness of your countenance; freely cascade out as beautifully fragrant sweat,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of philanthropic dawn; you found a boundless array of never-before flavors titillate the buds of your disparagingly emaciated tongue,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of immaculate dawn; you t
irelessly danced the whites and blacks of your emphatically crystalline eyes; to the magically unfurling beams of the pristinely whistling atmosphere,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of regale dawn; you flirted with an unfathomable ocean of supreme sensuality; playing hide-n-seek with the evanescently crimson beams of the new-born Sun,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of mystical dawn; you unraveled the mortifying introvert in you to the most unprecedented of your capacity; peerlessly blazing in the untamed ardor of intrepidly unflinching life,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of jingling dawn; you tread your nimble foot more solidly on earth; more and more invincibly embedding your inimitable rudiments on the landscape of the fathomless globe,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivacious dawn; you abdicated all
your baseless nervousness; scintillated like a true warrior to defend your maliciously usurped and pricelessly venerated motherland,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of titillating dawn; you felt every pore of your fecklessly limpid skin; intransigently desirous of being mischievously tickled by the winds of miraculously never-ending procreation,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of ecstatic dawn; you felt more closer and closer to your impressions on sacred soil; unrelentingly fantasizing about that moment in which was born your very first ancestor,
Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivid dawn; you obeisantly surrendered even the most diminutive of your breath to the unconquerable illumination of the Sun; letting it weave a whole new chapter of your enrapturing existence,
And still some of you had the guts to say that each new day was fretfully boring; each new day had nothing to offer which revolutionary new; each new day brought you closer to your death; each day was just like and nothing but a pathetic facsimile of
the very previous day !
25. Q & A
If there was the devil of torturously asphyxiating death right infront and
behind my back; insidiously waiting to horrifically choke me till my very last cupful
of breath,
If there was the devil of truculently penalizing death right on top and beneath my silhouette; diabolically waiting to bury me an infinite feet beneath my cadaverously satanic grave,
If there was the devil of gruesomely charring death at each corner towards my left and trembling right; intransigently waiting to devour every robust bone of my countenance,
If there was the devil of perpetually silent death at every construable cranny of the atmosphere that I cast my innocuous eyes towards; ominously waiting to cold-bloodedly demolish even the most inconspicuous trace of my holistic existence,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d tirelessly march forward in my mission to beautifully converge all spurious fraternities of religion into the religion of unassailable humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the hedonistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.
1.
If there was the devil of vindictively stabbing death right infront and behind my eyes; relentlessly waiting to snap every conceivable fang of my harmonious survival,
If there was the devil of amorphously dastardly death right on top and beneath my shadow; intractably waiting to poison every shade of my synergistic life with the venom of unfathomably sinful hatred,
If there was the devil of parasitically pulverizing death at each corner towards my left and nimble right; sadistically waiting to crucify me to frigidly deadened ash the instant I alighted even a single foot,
If there was the devil of lecherously lambasting death in every perceivable gallery of the atmosphere on which I symbiotically floated; heartlessly waiting to incarcerate every element of triumphant happiness in my soul; in the gallows of murderously sinister hell,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d inexhaustibly march forward to wonderfully mitigate every echelon of brutally estranged humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.
2.
If there was the devil of bizarrely bludgeoning death right infront and behind my countenance; mercilessly waiting to horribly crunch me like limp meat; the next time when the pangs of hunger arose in his deliriously threadbare stomach,
If there was the devil of tawdrily indiscriminate death right on top and beneath my heart; irrevocably waiting to devastate every of its beats into sleazily obfuscated nothingness; the instant it bonded with the true love of its life,
If there was the devil of scurrilously decrepit death at each corner towards the left and right of my diminutive persona; frenetically waiting to demonically slit the soft skin of my throat; to mollify the itching of his uncouthly slandering nails,
If there was the devil of egregiously slaining death in every ingredient of the atmosphere which I majestically caressed; inconsolably waiting to roast
my delightfully supple skin at the crackle of traumatically usurping midnight,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unstoppably march forward to coalesce
my soul with the fragrance of perennially proliferating living kind; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.
3.
If there was the devil of vengefully ribald death right infront and behind my chest; flagrantly waiting to extricate the last droplet of scarlet blood from my poignant veins; to take his treacherously routine morning bath,
If there was the devil of ghastily stoning death right on top and beneath my
feet; gorily wanting to feast his eyes on an infinite elements of my caricature; being ruthlessly excoriated by the unsparingly hideous vultures,
If there was the devil of traumatically terrorizing death at each corner towards my left and humble right; raunchily waiting to dissolve me into the coffin of nothingness; everytime I reached the pinnacle of egalitarian bliss,
If there was the devil of ignominiously maiming death in every puff of air that I inhaled into the jacket of my quintessential lungs; endlessly waiting to puncture every trifle of my body with a mortuary of infinite blood-stained thorns,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unflinchingly march forward diffusing
the essence of live and royally let live to the farthest corner of this Universe; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this
fathomless globe.
26. LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
Every minute unleashing all day is a beautiful minute; getting you acclimatized with the pace of life,
Every flower protruding from soil is a beautiful flower; spreading its mesmerizing scent deeply into your nostrils,
Ev
ery face smiling in the universe is a beautiful face; brilliantly portraying your visage,
Every bird flying in the cosmos is a beautiful bird; overwhelming your ears with its melodious sounds,
Every mountain towering towards the sky is a beautiful mountain; appeasing your eyes with its picturesque landscapes,
Every root of grass projecting from the jungle is a beautiful root; tingling your senses; making you exotically dream,
Every hand that serves philanthropically is a beautiful hand; propagating an egalitarian spirit in whosoever it caresses,
Every stream that flows through land is a beautiful stream; pacifying the thirst of several scorched in vicinity,
Every eye that views goodness in this world is a beautiful eye; sharing empathy with millions of bereaved lying around,