In order to break a colossal pool of placid water; they viciously struck the same with corrugated twigs; engendering a plethora of waves to creep up on the surface,
In order to break stillness of air; they permeated it with strident tunes of discordant cacophony; emanating from the loudspeaker,
In order to break the conglomerate of satiny clouds; they marauded the same with poisonous pellets and sharp missiles,
In order to break the pointed thorn; they pulverized it to pulp; after boiling it in sizzling water,
In order to break triangular cubes of frozen ice; they kept them under stringent light of the sun; and then waited for the inevitable aftermath to follow,
In order to break through the fool proof house; they adroitly deactivated the
incredulous burglar alarm; stepped barefoot without making the slightest of
sound into the house,
In order to break the lethal snake; they snapped apart its venomous fangs; rendering it as innocuous as a domicile rabbit,
In order to break the skull; they banged it tenaciously with a crude bludgeon; dismantling it into incommensurate halves,
In order to break bonded paper stuck with adhesive glue; they weakened it substantially by applying loads of slippery saliva,
In order to break intense concentration; they flooded veins in the body with gallons of inebriating alcohol,
In order to break an individuals moral; they incessantly castigated him; made a baseless mockery of his caricature,
And in order to break our "PERPETUAL LOVE"; they tried their best attempts
possible; however miserably floundered; as it was impossible to accomplish the same without taking our lives; and even if they did that; they would yet be unsuccessful; as we would definitely be reborn again; to love each other more intensely than we ever did before.
37. NOSTALGIA
The fish slithering in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a
nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean,
The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for
growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously,
The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web; dangling from trees in the amazon forest,
The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a nostalgia
for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky,
The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath the
ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in fresh air,
The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds; had a
nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening rain,
The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated dungeons; had a
nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun,
The lifeless panther embodied in the mammoth photograph; had a nostalgia for
coming out alive; open his jaws in a domineering growl,
The blind man traversing on the streets with a disdainful stick; had a nostalgia for sighting the world; fantasizing it in its most stupendous form ever,
The battalion of frogs in the solitary and deep well; had a nostalgia for bathing in pools of monsoon water,
The hunch backed camel trespassing through the crowded city streets; had a
nostalgia for wandering languidly in the sandy desert,
The diminutive flames of wax candle stifling with the slightest of breeze; had
a nostalgia for being the escalating flames of a crackling fire,
The granules of white salt jailed tightly in pellucid bottles; had a nostalgia
for being sprawled on the saline sea shores,
The scientists stalling for time on marshy soil; had a nostalgia every minute
for inhabiting the opalescent moon,
The tones of noxious gas encapsulated in an inflated balloon; had a nostalgia
for whistling past the air at lightening speeds,
The pallid milk stored in canisters of rusty iron; had a nostalgia for oozing out from blossoming teats of the sacrosanct cow,
The people residing in alien countries; had a nostalgia for returning back as quickly as possible to blend with their native mud,
The orphaned child wailing incoherently on the dusty roads; had a nostalgia for embracing his departed mother,
And every palpable entity treading on this earth; had a nostalgia for finding its soul mate; languishing in the aisles of desire and perpetual relationship; till the time it inhaled air and blissfully existed.
The End
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