Monthly Archives: April 2007

Be it belonging to the infinitesimally irate ant; who traversed an
infinite steps in its journey from the bottom of the majestic dinner
table; to its tantalizingly steaming top,

Be it belonging to the stoically invincible Everest; which stood with
its head high as the lone unflinchingly exuberant warrior; even as the
entire planet beside was dissolving into the mortuaries of
hopelessness,

Be it belonging to the measly disheveled mushroom; frenetically
staggering with each draught of fresh air; trying to solidly emboss
its very own place in the languid bits of mud circumscribing it,

Be it belonging to the wondrously tangy wave; dissipating into an
unparalleled festoon of royal froth; triggering an inevitable smile on
every bygone face, after clashing against the seductive black rocks,

Be it belonging to the voluptuously crimson thundercloud; which craved
and craved and unstoppably craved for its time; to melt into a
boundless droplets of everlastingly mollifying rain,

Be it belonging to the incongruously bohemian barking dog; who
uncontrollably growled nineteen to the dozen even in ghastly midnight;
until its voice was eventually heard by its callous master,

Be it belonging to the perennially flowering tree; which blossomed
into umpteenth a dazzling leaf every now and again; and whose each
minuscule root had entrapped in it; the hidden enigmas of a time
before time was pragmatically born,

Be it belonging to the diminutively impoverished cubicle of stray ice;
trembling an infinite times every unfurling instant; in anticipation
of its worst enemy the “Sun” blazing out; and forever pulverizing the
chapter of its existence beyond its livid grave,

Be it belonging to the indiscriminately behemoth dinosaur; for whom
everything else on earth was a maudlin buffoonery of time; as it toyed
with all creation in the center of its palm; till its last breath
destined,

Be it belonging to the insignificantly tiny shell lying astray on the
skewed shores; fighting left; right and center for its very existence;
even as each gigantic wave inexorably tried to drown to the rock
bottom of the sea,

Be it belonging to the vivaciously dancing peacock; which spread its
romantic plumage full throttle in anticipation of its dream mate; with
the very first showers of ravishingly golden rain,

Be it belonging to the obnoxiously fetid cockroach; spending an
infinite of its lives fretfully meandering round the disdainful
lavatory seat; an indescribable miles far away from the freshness of
rising sunlight,

Be it belonging to the raunchily descending bat; searching for every
conceivable prey of its blindfolded; since its very first cry of
morosely blackened and topsy-turvy hackneyed life,

Be it belonging to most impoverished ingredient of the atmosphere;
swept to its non-existent grave every second by the slightest puff of
wind; and then found floating again in some indecipherable part of the
fathomless Universe,

Be it belonging to the very last brick in the boundlessly deep
foundation; which timelessly winced in unheard pain; an intransigently
agonizing scream which fell on deaf ears and with only the darkness
around it as its lone companion,
Be it belonging to the pinch of vapid dust; which either got
ruthlessly swept; heartlessly trampled; ludicrously blown;
condemningly spat upon; by every cold-blooded stroke of unsparing
destiny,

Be it belonging to the velvety blade of emerald grass; which
perennially romanced in the aisles of untamed desire; with each
droplet of mesmerizing golden dew,

Be it belonging to the evanescent entrenchment of the parsimonious
horizons; which try as hard as they could; but were never successful
in salvaging their own identity; amidst the day; afternoon and wild
night,

Be it belonging to the incongruously babbling eunuch; stretching to
every threshold of raucously unimaginable obscenity; in order to evict
those quintessential bundles of currency from the spurious society
outside,

O! Yes, be it belonging to conceivably anyone on this tirelessly
ingratiating earth; every palpitating heart has; is; and shall
forever remain an unconquerably “Deep Ocean of secrets”…

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Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
general condition of the environment around; and as every source of
media proclaimed it to be on the ghastly brink of extinction,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
brand new recipes that she’d voraciously browsed through; in every
cook-book that she could lay her effervescent hands upon,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
epidemic that’d taken sinister proportions in the society; the
horrendously agonizing anecdotes of several in her invincibly
close-knit kin,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
overall weather being one of the most acrimonious in the country; and
her plans to liberate at the fastest possible to a cherished utopian
land,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
current trends of fashion and opulence in the society; and how
miserably divested was she of virtually everything on this vast
planet,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; how
mad she perceived me to be-though I was glowing with hard-earned
success; just because I’d tread on the path never ever taken before on
this planet divine,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every
move and decision that her revered parents took; at times going to
unfathomable depths to solve any familial misunderstandings; whilst I
sulked in raw sunshine,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; what
an indescribable revolution she would bring in the life of every
divested soul alive; by impartially distributing the entire wealth of
this planet to all alike,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
gravely unsurpassable amounts of dirt that she’d most tenaciously
extricated; from the most obsolete crannies of our already spic-span
home,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
inexhaustible myriad of soap operas-game shows-spell binding
documentaries; which she’d watched in each spare moment of hers,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
headlines; gossips; spiritual sayings which she’d read in every
bookshop; as reading was one of her alltime favorite pastime,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; all
those established celebrities and luminaries; all those upon whom the
media was extravagantly onto; silencing all in vicinity whilst
listening to her favorite star interview,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every
like and dislike of our kids; wanting them to accomplish only her
unfinished dreams; as she considered every of my talents and works as
disdainfully imbecile,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; me
being a complete misanthrope and wretched misfit for the society;
wholesomely lost and absorbed in my own poetically fantasizing
musings,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; my
ruining every element of her otherwise victorious life; indescribably
denigrating me to lifeless ash whilst comparing me to other husbands
in her sight,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about;
fossils; shells; and virtually every mystical and artificial carving
on this Universe; going to painstaking depths to study the elaborate
etymology of the same,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; her
father’s once upon a time 9 to 9 unsparing life; the innumerable
droplets of sweat that he’d shed to raise her; whilst all I knew in
comparison was staring at insouciant bits of blue sky,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the
stories that her friends; followers and well wishers had recounted to
her; and how desperately did she want to make an enlightenment into
every aspect of their bizarrely hapless and solitary lives,

And whilst I appreciated and respected all her talk; O! how I wished
and wished and wished; that atleast a line out of the infinite she
spoke to me was asking me as to what I did in the entire day; asking
me to recite the fervent lines of my poetry on all creations of the
Lord; asking me as to how the rhythm of my tender heart felt?

Anyways; though I knew it was virtually impossible for it to happen
this way– naturally and of her own accord in this life; I earnestly
pray to you O! Omnipotent Lord; to make it happen in every other
impoverished husband’s life; so that unlike my sole urge to die this
very instant out of sheer indifference; he feels more ardently than
ever before; to be reborn again and again and again….
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Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to profoundly admire even the most infinitesimal droplet of rain that cascaded from the sky; eventually absorbing into deep recesses of parched soil?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to notice the streaks of latent agony lingering in the afforested land; where the truant man played the most ruthlessly barbarous devil of his kind?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to untiringly appreciate the most orphaned first rays of the evanescent golden dawn; which filtered a fresh chapter of beginning through cold-bloodedly damned blackness?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to blend even the most intangibly dying ingredient of your blood; with each vivaciously exuberant stripe of the enthralling rainbow in enigmatic sky?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to feast every pore of your miserably emaciated nostrils; on the ecstatically unfettered scent of the freshly rain soaked mud?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to be an integral element of every stillness of the atmosphere; the perpetual silence enshrouding –which unveiled a countless mysteries untold of wandering man?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to conceive a boundless steps towards eternal success in your mind; before you could even alight the first physical step on veritable soil?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to be tolerant to every fraternity; caste; creed that existed in the human race; inseparably coalesce with all—to spawn into an unassailable singular mass of living kind?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to treat each anecdote of the severest failure with a smile in your stride; and yet optimistically treating each sunset as the messiah to the next sunrise?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to talk to your very ownself; miraculously soothe your traumatically frazzled nerves with the unflinchingly fearless baritone that wafted from your throat?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to distinctly distinguish even the tiniest bird in the flapping in blue sky; just by the inimitable ebullience in its wondrous chirp?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to feel the astoundingly unparalleled goodness of creation; even amidst the most bizarrely slipping particles of hapless quick sand?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to make friendships with the most alien; sharing each estrangement of your heart like being the greatest pals of all times?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to grant a philosophical expression to even the most mundane thought of your mind; delve into the more inscrutably tantalizing version of vibrant life?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to capture even the most intricately vacillating shades of mother nature in the whites of your eye; to spurn enamoring poetry in each tear drop of untamed joy that dribbled down your cheeks?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to caress the obscurest contours of your silhouette in the ripples of the placid lake; loving each aspect of your persona so that you could then shower the same bountifully upon countless more of your living kind?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to read someone else’s mind—intransigently concentrating upon each bead of sweat that culminated upon the terse creases of the forehead?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt the art of love to its unabashed fullest; stretching the fathomless boundaries of your brain to beyond the definitions of monotonous convention—and into a heaven of impregnable beauty?

Ah well ! Irrespective of what people say and would keep opining till the time they had voice and the earth existed—‘Patience’ for me is the greatest artist and brings out the greatest artist in you—Isn’t it irrefutably true ?

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TOBBY—MY DARLING EVERYBODY…
POEM FOR MY DEAREST DARLING TOBBY, WHO SHALL ALWAYS BE ALIVE IN EACH OF MY HEARTBEAT AS I LIVE THE VERY LAST BREATH OF MY LIFE & EVEN AN INFINITE CENTURIES BEYOND…..

TOBBY—MY DARLING EVERYBODY…

Was he an angel who’d descended right from the center of the sky; to bless each ingredient of my space with unparalleled happiness—grant me the unfailing tenacity to reach closer to the most impossible of my dreams?

Was he an invincibly pristine cloud—which incessantly showered the golden rain of prosperity upon my bereaved countenance; saw to it that I came out effulgently alive– everytime I entered my corpse entirely dead?

Was he the ultimate prince of my miserably asphyxiated destiny—who metamorphosed every maelstrom of flagrant luck that dared come my way; into a fountain of perennial happiness?

Was he every mischievously uninhibited wrinkle in my otherwise livid kin—which profoundly inspired every tangible and intangible entity that I encountered on the streets—and fomented them to majestically think?

Was he the answer to every flummoxing enigma of my dreaded existence—the most perfect sound of ‘yes’ which unequivocally dissipated from each of my entangled heartbeat?

Was he the pricelessly ultimate valentine of my life—taking me a fathomless kilometers away from every brutally estranged reality; innocuously dancing with me all the time in God’s invincible paradise?

Was he the unsurpassable confidence that empowered even the tiniest of my veins—as the battlefield of life grew more and more cannibalistic and I was subjected to the goriest devils of sadistic blood?

Was he every word of unbridled innocence that my mouth uttered—solely epitomizing only the essence of truth in a world– otherwise deplorably swamped by a pack of manipulative wolves?

Was he the very best and untainted form of God’s creation in my palms—uninhibitedly swaying from one corner to the other—and granting the most meaningful impetus to me in my impoverished life?

Was he the most unprejudiced moisture of my disdainfully shrunken eyes—timelessly leading me to the corridors of eternally magical freedom; reflecting my undying compassion for ever fraternity of living kind?

Was he the innermost voice of my inconspicuously buried soul—which timelessly strived for uniting the farthest ends of this boundless planet; into the insuperably miraculous religion of mankind?

Was he the embers of unflinching passion innately smoldering in my bruised bones—fervently clapping everytime I advanced towards any path of goodness; after crumbling an infinite times into morbid soil?

Was he the impregnable fortress that fearlessly towered around each trembling part of me—safeguarding even the most infinitesimal aspect of my existence to the hilt—whilst I snored to the tunes of my very own whimsical dreams?

Was he the most faithful friend; philosopher and guide that I harbored—who stuck more unassailably to me than my very own shadow—even as I eccentrically marched the walk of ghastly death?

Was he my ultimate definition of a perfect living being—unfathomably mischievous and adventurous—yet one of the most immaculately princely pearl of God’s earthly rhyme?

Was he every heartfelt tear that effusively cascaded down my eyes—as every human chose to befriend the commercially sleazy devil from the atmosphere—rather than forever blend with the beats of immortal love divine?

Was he each of my ancestor and sibling at the most crucially critical of my times—lending his poignant ears to even the inconsolable of my cries—when the rest of the ‘blood related’ word round me had died?

Was he an inimitable magician that suddenly appeared out of nowhere in my beleaguered life—ensuring the most charismatically magnetic smile on my lips till the very end of my time?

Was he each of my perpetual heartbeat which never betrayed—considering itself the richest on this earth alive—as it timelessly loved and acquired love of one and all on this gigantic planet alike?

Was he my most infallibly perfect impressions on mundane soil—as I chose to tread the path never ever taken before—upon which failure was the most certainly biggest writing on the walls?

Ah well, for others he might as well been just a dog named ‘Tobby’ who’s now no longer alive—but for me he was; is and shall forever remain as my darling ‘Everybody’ till I breathe my very last and till beyond an infinite more lifetimes….

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A countless times in the name of religion you’ve cursed a countless
impeccable black cat’s crossing your way—and thereby instantaneously
found yourself a most certain place in the most derogatorily punitive
hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve ruthlessly drowned a
countless girl child to the rock bottom of the ocean—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
sadistically morbid hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve brutally plucked
countless a nimble petal for offering to the god’s—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
treacherously perverted hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve slit the throat of
countless an innocently bleating goat—and thereby instantaneously
found yourself a most certain place in the most reproachfully
vindictive hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve played hideously
perverted games of master with countless a truthful slave—and
thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the
most tawdrily asphyxiating hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve spread the maelstroms
of violently abusive fanaticism—and thereby instantaneously found
yourself a most certain place in the most unsparingly victimizing of
hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve made countless
bountiful living beings as scapegoats on the sacrificial altar—and
thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the
most devastatingly pugnacious hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve slandered and shed
countless droplets of blood on the other side of your wall—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
destructively malignant hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve wasted a countless
hours spuriously meditating- with the devil playing truant in your
mind—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place
in the most heinously sinister hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve sadistically
desecrated countless a church, temple, mosque, monastery—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
raunchily carnivorous hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve barbarously
assassinated a countless harbingers who were out to spread the
‘religion of humanity’—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a
most certain place in the most traumatically agonizing hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve meaninglessly fasted
and starved a countless benign fellow beings to their living
graves—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place
in the most despairingly murderous hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve consumed countless a
fountains of blood for breakfast; brunch; lunch; dinner—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
blasphemously vapid hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve went to gory war
orphaning countless pristine children and wives—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
ominously maiming hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve diabolically
castrated a countless chapters of prolific procreation preferring
marriage of same sex—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most cadaverously disintegrated hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve imprisoned countless
a women behind the veils of sickeningly untouchable desperation—and
thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the
most penuriously lambasting hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve taken a countless livid oaths of stony muteness towards the closest of your kin—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most despicably truculent hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve unabashedly invited a countless evil spirits right into the center of your mind—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most dementedly morose hell,

Can you not spend a just single minute of yours for a just a single
beat of immortally uniting love; just this one single time and in the name of that same religion—and still attain the most unassailably blessed heaven from the very midst of your corpse in hell?

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There were some who ardently waited for all majestic pearls on this fathomless Universe—to become every insouciant line on their destiny palms—and keep perennially shimmering happily everafter,

There were some who irrevocably waited for every leaf of artistic green to grow in their backyards—to timelessly enshroud even the most vapidly deteriorating of their senses with the magical touch of nature divine,

There were some who fervently waited for all the resplendently twinkling stars in sky to become the glint of their eyes—grant them that eternally enamoring spirit of mischief which forever made them the darling of all crowds,

There were some who tirelessly waited for every bit of beauty on this Universe to ebulliently assimilate into each shadow of their form—so that wherever they went every other form of life miserably dwindled before their invincible charm,

There were some who incorrigibly waited for each ounce of gold and silver on earth to inundate their empty plates—use them as their every conceivable meal with every arising spasm of hunger and thirst,

There were some who unendingly waited for the most bewitchingly enigmatic waterfalls to become the glory of their silhouette—thereby impregnate each dwindling bone of theirs with unbridled darts of passion galore,

There were some who intransigently waited for each wave of the inimitably roaring sea to play with their limp backs—quelling each dastardly apprehension of theirs with the untamed swirl of majestic tanginess,

There were some who endlessly waited for the bedazzling Sun to rise each day from the center of their brains—so that they unconquerably illuminated each path that they tread on with world-record breaking intelligence,

There were some who unsurpassably waited for infinite red roses to perpetually blossom on each step they tread—to feel like the most unparalleled king traversing through the lanes of ultimate utopia,

There were some who limitlessly waited for the boundless power of Everest to bless their arms—so that they pulverized even the mightiest of devils with utter disdain—and with a singleton swish of the thumb,

There were some who unimaginably waited for sheer ambrosia to gorgeously titillate their taste buds—attain the status of Omnipotent Godhead—existing as inconspicuous man on the trajectory of earth,

There were some who unstoppably waited for the most supernatural fabrics to cascade from fructifying sky—the simpleton clothes that eventually became their most impregnable armor to defend the worst of adversity in life,

There were some who unconditionally waited for the miraculous prowess of conquering the ultimate limits of the horizon—so that they forever shook hands with the Sun even after it’d bid adieu to the winds of the globe,

There were some who unrelentingly waited for each trace of melody on the planet to become the music of their ears—timelessly resonate to the beats of god’s naturally bounteous creation as it vivaciously unfurled,

There were some who unlimitedly waited for angels in the form of their own offspring—the ‘avatars’ of the Lord born out of their own flesh and blood—so that witnessed an uncountable miracles in just their single lifetime,

There were some who inexhaustibly waited for every tangible and intangible honor on earth to be added beside their name—so that they received the most magnificently crisp salutes wherever they went,

There were some who uncontrollably waited for each ingredient of their blood to metamorphose into the winds of the most supremely ageless—so that no death ever dared touch them even at its veritably destined time,

There were some who intractably waited for a countless lovers to uninhibitedly smooch their truncated existence—attain the pleasure and sensuousness of an indefinable more lifetimes in this very happening life,

Whilst I waited and still more passionately waited than ever before for the last day of my life—because after that I knew I would meet all those whom I immortally loved; missed and inconsolably cried for in this life—once again back in the Creator’s Heaven…

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So that each morsel of food that I consumed perfectly assimilated into each ingredient of my blood once again—instead of only wanting to vomit out with the fiercest tenacity the instant it entered my inconsolable intestine,

So that each passing draught of freezing wind fomented me to uninhibitedly shiver once again—instead of me facing it bare-chested like an amorphous piece of lifeless junk,

So that each holocaust of unfathomably bizarre pain evoked a tear in my eye once again—instead of just emotionlessly staring at blank bits of endless sky and languidly passing by,

So that each bit of happiness profoundly brimming in the atmosphere brought a smile to my lips once again—instead of them biting viciously and unstoppably against patches of desolate nothingness,

So that every ray of unfettered dazzling Sun illuminated the pathway of my truncated life once again—instead of drowning me deep and more ghastily deeper into a mortuary of forlornly plaguing darkness,

So that each ounce of jubilant honey brought sweetness into the fabric of my existence once again—instead of dreadfully embittering every conceivably innocuous beat of my soul,

So that each droplet of sensuous rain cascading from the sky tantalized me once again—instead of insensitively charring me down till the very last bone of my already deadened spine,

So that each infinitesimal bit of vividly blooming life made me a poet once again—instead of perpetuating the non-existent devil in me to incongruously curse under my breath,

So that each bountiful flower spread its majestic fragrance into the inane vacuum of my life once again—instead of becoming an intolerably decrepit stench which treacherously led me to the trench of gory death,

So that each tingling adventure impregnated that beautiful enthrallment into my survival once again—instead of dulling me into the most sadistically jinxed graveyards of monotonousness,

So that every vivacious rainbow in the sky ecstatically differentiated the boundless colors of my life once again—instead of maiming me for forever and ever and ever into a coffin of estranged blackness,

So that every exhilarating space around me granted me that spirit of untamed freedom once again—instead of barbarously suffocating me to the gallows of indescribably sinister death,

So that each element of desire aroused me to the most unprecedented hilt once again—instead of uncouthly silencing the last cry of my joyousness to stonily devastating hell,

So that every globule of aristocratic dew punctuated each nerve of mine with unparalleled fantasy once again—instead of becoming an unsurpassable ocean of blood for me to lividly float on,

So that each anecdote of true friendship made me immortally realize the beauty of life once again—instead of becoming the unbearably black stamp of hedonistic betrayal which stabbed left; right and dead center,

So that invincibly united strength taught me the ultimate chapters of humanity once again—instead of venomously chopping the entire planet into spurious differentiations of caste; creed; color and tribe,

So that every tangible trace of life which sprouted on the Universe made me believe in God once again—instead of maniacally driving towards the dungeons of insanely plundering devil,

So that every day for me became a ‘valentines day’; wherein I indefatigably breathed the essence of peace; love and friendship in one & all once again—instead of strangulating every pore of my body to horrific death this very cursed instant,

You would definitely have to come back to me ‘Tobby’ darling—for I knew no more life and love beyond you—you’d always be the ultimate hero of my eyes after God—and now alone without you; I can think of nothing else but death; death and wholesomely silencing death…

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Out of the clutches of societal desperation,

Out of the realms of spurious religious conflict,

Out of the gutters of frustratingly penalizing politics,

Out of the traditionally barbarous mindsets of the typical chauvinist,

Out of the tunnels of superficially illiterate darkness,

Out of the battlefields of fanatically baseless bombarding and war,

Out of any brutal offerings of flesh and life to the feet of the
Omnipotent God,

Out of the stinkingly deplorable hell of feckless dictatorship,

Out of the monstrously malaise mansions of tyrannical rules and regulations,

Out of the sinister dungeons where definitions of ‘caste’, ‘creed’,
‘color’, remained jailed,

Out of any frigidly exploiting caves of ‘tantra’, ‘yantra’, ‘mantra’ and astrological drama,

Out of any evil spirit trying its maniacal best to forever taint the fabric of humanity,

Out of any impractical preachings which ludicrously seemed applicable only after death,

Out of any anecdote of self inflicted loneliness which only led to dementia at its very best,

Out of mush-mushy candy floss romances which only led to shattering of the heart into an infinite pieces,

Out of the dusty roads of laziness and foolhardy stagnation,

Out of the holocaustic perverted mindset- which massacred at random in the robes of a holy priest,

Out of the non-existent shadows of anarchy—which’d cast a pall of morbid gloom across each aspect of our priceless senses,

Out of the blackness of ignorance which let us breathe only to the song of strangulating death,

We’re here. We’re back. We’re roaring n alive as the generation of the new millennium—as the generation which never loses—as the generation of now— as ‘Generation Y’….

Some relentlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to relieve the
unsurpassable restlessness that irksomely leaked from each pore of
their; frenetically trembling fingers,

Some unceasingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to give each day
of theirs a meaningfully pragmatic start; judiciously adhering to
every conceivable thumb rule of cleanliness embossed in the scientific
textbooks,

Some thoroughly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant their
otherwise haplessly beleaguered demeanors; that supreme hilt of
sparkling achievement,

Some intransigently wiped the dust of it; just in order to be that
very first infallible pioneering leaf; in the whole new chapter of
bountifully civilized cleanliness,

Some fanatically wiped the dust of it; just in order to sight even the
most infinitesimal curve of their facial contours; in its now
wholesomely brand-new transparently scintillating glass,

Some painstakingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to keep even
the faintest shadows of their existence pollution free; inhale an air
more purer than what could be found in rhapsodically majestic
paradise,

Some maniacally wiped the dust of it; just in order to wonderfully
mollify their everyday habitual rages of exonerating every speck of
grime; to beyond the realms of nothingness,

Some listlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to expend their
latently thwarted energies into something alien; whilst profoundly
concentrating upon the cherished targets of their lives,

Some inexhaustibly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant it the
highest honor of their otherwise impoverished lives; seeking refuge in
its invincibly peaceful contours—when the rapacious balderdash of the
planet became too devilish to bear,

Some iteratively wiped the dust of it; just in order to tickle the
otherwise robotically estranged hair of their nostrils; with the
unabashedly merry-making particles that bellowed in a jiffy inside,

Some snobbishly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant
themselves a feeling of fecklessly frigid superiority; that its
destiny of whether to be clean or not; entirely depended upon the
swish of their nonchalant thumbs,

Some laboriously wiped the dust of it; just in order to holistically
rejuvenate blood in their otherwise haplessly paralyzed fingers; which
had gotten so ruthlessly numb in the freezing winter morning,

Some irately wiped the dust of it; just in order to get rid of their
inexplicably unwonted irritation; as they disgustingly snapped at
every conceivable thing in vicinity since the first crack of dawn,

Some unstoppably wiped the dust of it; just in order to ease those
endlessly painstakingly hours that lay inevitably in store; and that
had to be conquered to taste the fruits of blissful success,

Some lackadaisically wiped the dust of it; just in order to merely
caress their bewitchingly dreaming fingers; with a tiny ocean of
glimmering pristine silk,

Some devoutly wiped the dust of it; just in order to regroup the
miserably hackneyed lines of their shattered destiny; in its myriad
labyrinths of mystical sacredness,

Some despairingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to frantically
search for those stolen moments of happiness; which could be slyly
lurking in the recesses of infinite oblivion behind,

Some dedicatedly wiped the dust of it; just in order to timelessly
worship the image behind; from which eternally radiated every single
pulse; every single color of their impoverished lives,

Whilst I never ever cleaned it; neither did I ever see the frame in
which it was kept; yet immortally felt the photo of my God in its most
royally unassailable form; everytime my heart palpitated for
existence; everytime my heart throbbed for symbiotic life…..

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