world to be at his feet; so that he could indiscriminately trample and play with it,
You bestowed upon him just an inconspicuous fragrance; and the very next instant he worthlessly demanded the fairies from the cosmos to descend down and
unrelentingly dance in front of him; so that he swayed in the aisles of voluptuous desire for centuries immemorial,
You bestowed upon him just a tumbler of rain from the sky; and the very next instant he diabolically demanded the entire entrenchment of rhapsodically vivacious clouds; so that he could evolve the destiny of countless; while majestically sailing in free space,
You bestowed upon him just a quintessential fabric; and the very next instant he sardonically demanded the skins of all those fabulously impeccable and exotic;
so that he could appear ostentatiously beautiful for infinite more births yet to unveil,
You bestowed upon him just an impoverished smile; and the very next instant he thunderously demanded every speck of tinkling laughter on this globe; so that he
could never ever plummet into the web of despicable doom; even after veritable death,
You bestowed upon him just a wing to fly; and the very next instant he domineeringly demanded the entire expanse of fathomless sky; to be heralded as the most unassailable conqueror of all times,
You bestowed upon him just an inconsequential dream; and the very next instant he senselessly demanded the memory of all intelligent beings on this earth; so that he never forget his nonchalant identity; even if hell rained down torrentially from the vast sky,
You bestowed upon him just an offbeat breath; and the very next instant he insanely demanded the lives of all those immaculate existing; to pompously inundate his lungs with unsurpassable carpets of air; to last him a countless lifetimes,
You bestowed upon him just a lackluster heartbeat; and the very next instant he truculently demanded the perpetual fireball of love in this entire Universe; so
that he lived life like an unconquerable king; even as his grave of horrific despair waited for him; on his every dwindling stride,
For although Man is such and even worse at times; eventually it is this very greed of his that becomes his sole plus point; in distinguishing him starkingly and forever; from the Almighty Divine.
36. IT WAS GOD WHO INSPIRED ME TO BE A POET.
The fathomless skies; unendingly inspired me to "Fantasize"; perceive an infinite kilometers beyond the realms of the extraordinary; into the most enigmatically tantalizing entrenchment of the inexplicably unknown,
The unabashed tree leaves; inexhaustibly inspired me to "Dance"; shrug even the most infinitesimal ounce of apprehension entrapped in my frazzled veins; and then to exude in unparalleled ebullience with the vivacious breeze,
The spell binding dew-drops; indefatigably inspired me to "Aspire"; unstoppably quench the most languidly incarcerated arenas of my soul; with the royal richness of sacredly replenishing mother nature,
The virgin seashores; unrelentingly inspired me to "Gallop"; let the miraculously tangy froth of the ravishingly unfettered ocean poignantly strike me on my bare chest; thereby curing me of the most disastrously incurable of my disease,
The unassailable Sun; undyingly inspired me to "Conquer"; forever trounce the most ghastliest shade of devil on this boundless planet; with the scepter of intrinsic righteousness in my bountifully blessed
soul,
The majestic grass blades; uncontrollably inspired me to "Siesta"; relax even the most unsurpassably agitated of my senses and soul; upon the compassionately magical cushion of divinely mother nature,
The unflinching Moonlight; inevitably inspired me to "Romance"; perennially intertwine even the most intricate of my wandering senses; with the undauntedly silken princess of my dreams,
The ecstatic Rainbow; unceasingly inspired me to "Unite"; transcend above each idiosyncrasy of caste; creed; religion and color on this unlimited Universe; to perpetually bond every organism alive into the
threads of insuperable humanity,
The voluptuous clouds; timelessly inspired me to "Evolve"; uninterruptedly discover an infinite more infallible new shades to my very ownself; and then to sweep over the miserably estranged world today; with a storm of unprecedented love,
The bewildering midnight blackness; unlimitedly inspired me to "Procreate"; impregnate the seeds of my magnetically virile creation; to further proliferate into a brand new and innocuously sparkling human-race,
The sensuous waterfalls; untiringly inspired me to "Purify"; profoundly annihilate even the most obsolete insinuations of negativity lingering in my persona; with the most Omnipotent rejuvenating elixir of life,
The resplendent starts; limitlessly inspired me to "Adventure"; deciphering countless bits of happiness from the chapters of inscrutable life; in the horizons of wondrously twinkling existence,
The fearless mountains; eternally inspired me to "Protect"; sequester each of those hapless infirm; debilitated and helpless; into the amiable fronds of warmth in my philanthropic chest,
The scintillating deserts; doggedly inspired me to "Persevere"; uncomplainingly run for a boundless kilometers under the acrimonious mid-day; in my search for the ultimate heavens of truth and symbiotic
justice,
The exuberant sea-waves; interminably inspired me to "Sketch"; the innumerable ebbs and tides; the countless shades of existence; in the terrestrial drama of man and effulgent life,
The mystically pristine roots; unboundedly inspired me to
"Retrospect"; fervently delve into even the most evanescent thread of my past; trace my ancestral rudiments to an infinite years before my very first breath,
The refreshingly unbridled wind; everlastingly inspired me to "Philosophize"; co-relate the sermons of everyday pragmatic life; to the tunes; cadence and unfathomable energy of the triumphant atmosphere,
The jubilant horizons; unremittingly inspired me to "Love"; dedicate every beat of my heart to the immortal fabric of humanity and
priceless mankind; till the very last breath of my inevitably truncated life,
And it was the Omnisciently unconquerable God who inspired me to forever be a "Poet"; perpetually appreciate each of his unimaginably beautiful creations as above; and then ubiquitously disseminate their
beauty through the power of the ever-pervading and mightily written; poetic verse.
37. RULING OVER EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART.
It might be throbbing unrelentingly in pain; after witnessing the pathetically windling state of mother nature; the infinite invidious atrocities inflicted upon her belly; by salaciously robotic man,
It might be throbbing indefatigably in ecstasy; after witnessing the pristinely untamed roar of the ocean; as magical tangy froth swirled in unison; to the first cry of exuberant dawn,
It might be throbbing unabatedly in remorse; after witnessing the lifelessly decrepit skeleton of a human; brutally suspended in the center of the street; by insane powerhouses of corruption and wealth,
It might be throbbing untiringly in desire; after witnessing the sensuously vivacious woman step unclothed out of the waterfall; and into the inscrutable wilderness of the moonless night,
It might be throbbing unstoppably in contempt; after witnessing the indescribably humiliation still suffered by those infirm and deprived women; at the mercilessly marauding feet of the rich,
It might be throbbing uncontrollably in mystique; after witnessing the most diminutive of whisper rebound effortlessly from the highest apogees of the valley; before eventually culminating into an unconquerable echo,
It might be throbbing extraordinarily in vindication; after witnessing the completely idiosyncratic and barbaric discrimination meted upon even new born children; in the name of so-called spurious religion and
creed,
It might be throbbing intransigently in euphoria; after witnessing the evolution of the miraculously resplendent rainbow; from the core of absolute nothingness and unsparingly swelteri
ng Sun in the afternoon sky,
It might be throbbing unflinchingly in belligerence; after witnessing countless innocuous trees being ruthlessly insulted and castrated; to
give way to disdainful corporate houses of emotionless concrete,
It might be throbbing fierily in excitement; after witnessing triumphantly virgin droplets of rain; unabashedly cascade and timelessly impregnate; fathomless kilometers of barren soil,
It might be throbbing uninterruptedly in grief; after witnessing the full fury of nature; as just a few milliseconds of the earthquake brought the mightiest of civilizations toppling down; formed mountain and ocean from the absolute graveyards of nowhere,
It might be throbbing unimaginably in victory; after witnessing just a single ray of truth; everlastingly towering over even the most boundless mortuaries of satanic manipulation and bawdy lies,
It might be throbbing unlimitedly in hopelessness; after witnessing the unattended cry of millions of orphaned children; which were enough
to shake the roots of any civilization; but yet miserably floundered to awaken the sanctimonious sleep of those grown up and enriched,
It might be throbbing fervently in enchantment; after witnessing the most bewildering twists; turns and trysts with destiny; the inexplicably spine-chilling adventures of the chapter called life,
It might be throbbing fearlessly in renaissance; after witnessing the oppressed being unsparingly mutilated even further; by cold-blooded politicians sinking their non-existent foundations deeper and deeper
into innocent blood,
It might be throbbing poignantly in selflessness; after witnessing that the richest and the poorest on this gigantic earth; blended in a few globules of parsimonious mud; after veritable death,
It might be throbbing undauntedly in misery; after witnessing the criminal exploitation of impeccable women; chauvinistically treating them as infinitesimal shit; in certain strata of even the 21st century,
It might be throbbing tirelessly in love; after witnessing the dream mate of its inborn choice; standing right infront of it and perennially kissing it with the sunshine of life,
It might be throbbing ardently in nostalgia; after witnessing those
same very places; those same very pinches of sacred soil; where it'd lived its entire childhood; gleefully cavorted behind the snow laden hills of time,
It might be throbbing wondrously in life; after witnessing those unending puffs of infallibly exultating breeze; that pricelessly infiltrated into the chest; every conceivable and unfurling instant of the day,
But throb as much as it might want for anybody; anything; anyplace on this spectacularly proliferating earth; if there was anyone who entirely ruled; governed and sat like an unshakable royal prince on every beat of my heart; then it was only the omnipresently blessing Almighty Creator.
38. BURY ME NEAR THE MOSQUE OF MY CREATOR.
Whether you choose to barbarously butcher my impoverished body into an infinite pieces of orphaned flesh and bone; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely mollifying death,
Whether you choose to brutally pulverize my limp body by driving a boundless bulldozers over each of its inflated contours; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely liberating death,
Whether you choose to ruthlessly rip apart every organ of my stagnant body- to play sadistically with it under the unsparingly venomous midnight; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely silencing death,
Whether you choose to cannibalistically submerge my lifeless body into an ocean of hedonistically fuming acid; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely placating death,
Whether you choose to gruesomely feed my worthless body as the sole meal to your ferociously famished dogs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blissful death,
Whether you choose to maniacally bludgeon my feelingless body with the most acrimonious of cleavers—just to release the extra ounce of energy thwarting in your bones; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely still death,
Whether you choose to demonically stab my expressionless body with the utmost narcissism and with a countless blood stained knives; after my
inevitably veritable and wholesomely restful death,
Whether you choose to pugnaciously slander my penurious body-hurling every conceivable expletive at it hanging it upside down in the absolute center of the world; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely finishing death,
Whether you choose to wretchedly defecate every perceivable waste of yours on my unflinching body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely transcending death,
Whether you choose to vindictively strangulate my neck till my eyes popped and bounced limitless kilometers outside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blessing death,
Whether you choose to salaciously spit on my stony body in unison with the entire unceasing globe; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely irretrievable death,
Whether you choose to sardonically crunch each bone of my fetid body—to relish the parsimoniously fine chowder that evolved; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely ameliorating death,
Whether you choose to indulge into an infinite controversies regards the status of my hapless body—the opulence it had hidden on this timeless planet; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely absolving death,
Whether you choose to let loose every wildly stinging scorpion on earth upon my unnerved body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely healing death,
Whether you choose to viciously hurl my decaying body into the land of the devilishly rampaging dinosaurs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely wonderful death,
Whether you choose to deliriously stamp upon my evanescent body with the whole Universe-till I puked out whatever little fluid left inside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely inebriating death,
Whether you choose to bombard my speechless body with the most atrocious bombs and nuclear missiles of your time; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely resting death,
Whether you choose to abominably dissect my orphaned
body—scientifically analyze and criticize each of its oblivious part; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely uniting death,
And do whatever you choose after my veritable death—I really don't give a damn to even the most indescribably sinful of your actions O! parasitic man—but please do me just one ultimate favor of burying me in whatever form you have me after your mutilation-somewhere near the mosque of my Omnipotent Creator.
39. TABLETS OF IMMORTAL LOVE.
Tablets of overwhelmingly fabulous scent; to conquer acrimoniously debilitating headache; miraculously soothe and rejuvenate the traumatized nerves of scalp,
Tablets of nostalgically rhapsodic and impeccable childhood; to conquer murderously diabolical monotony; impregnate mystically reinvigorating dimensions to sordid life,
Tablets of unflinchingly intrepid patriotism; to conquer horrifically impeaching traitors; annihilating them with swords of irrefutable righteousness; to teach them the ultimate lessons of their life,
Tablets of enthrallingly mesmerizing beauty; to conquer despicably grotesque ugliness; treacherously dilapidated stagnation rotting in the aisles of salaciously miserable hell,
Tablets of euphorically exotic and ravishing wind; to conquer the curtainspread of dolorously derogatory depression; trigger optimistic beams of desire in the unfathomably satanic sonority; of the lecherous night,
Tablets of vivaciously resplendent rainbows; to conquer the dungeon of deplorably painstaking silence; blissfully perpetuate the gory cocoon of remorse with; fountains of ebulliently jubilant cheer,
Tablets of melodiously fascinating sound; to conquer the barbarically corrugated gutter of rambunctiously blood sucking noise; the voices of indiscriminately
abhorrent terror spread all around,
Tablets of insatiably jubilating charisma; to conquer the corps
e of dreadfully pathetic remorse; ignite the light of eternal happiness in all those deliberately dwindling towards a ominous extinction,
Tablets of poignantly bountiful compassion; to conquer the hideously profuse and ailing wounds of disdainful malice; coalescing one and all alike; in the
mesmerizing cistern of humanity,
Tablets of enchantingly blissful fantasy; to conquer daggerheads of lunatic mania; transit the unsurpassably frazzled demeanor; into one with resplendently twinkling sleep,
Tablets of wonderfully magical and Omnipotent rain; to conquer the acridly sweltering heat of the tyrannically lambasting deserts; replenish all those
impoverishedly famished with miraculous blessings; of the majestic Almighty Lord,
Tablets of tantalizingly divine and benign smiles; to conquer the inexplicably unrelenting agony of the imprisoned soul; unfurl into a cloud of vivacious
timelessness,