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  Many a time I set out in indefinite search of uncannily tingling mystery; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the monstrously robotic edifices of the heartless corporate empire,

  Many a time I set out in passionate search of deservedly bountiful fame; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the limitless dungeons of infinitesimally disparaging dust,

  Many a time I set out in indefatigable search of majestically unconquerable

  kingdom; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the indescribably threadbare lanes of poverty,

  Many a time I set out in timeless search of an eternally comforting abode; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the wisps of indistinguishably disappearing oblivion,

  Many a time I set out in unlimited search of the religion of inimitably priceless humanity; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the carcass of lifelessly haunting indiscrimination and disparity,

  Many a time I set out in interminable search of invincibly heavenly peace; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the disdainfully blood soaked mud of abhorrent nuclear war,

  Many a time I set out in intransigent search of uninhibitedly heartfelt artistry; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the gallows of maliciously venomous commercialism,

  Many a time I set out in undaunted search of ingeniously proliferating fantasy; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the ghastly arithmetic of the currency coin; which had profusely inundated nearly every soul on this gigantic Universe,

  Many a time I set out in unhindered search of enchantingly unparalleled innocence; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; a world of satanically asphyxiating drugs and drudgery,

  Many a time I set out in inexhaustible search of altruistically ameliorating knowledge; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; haplessly quavering gorges of insane balderdash,

  Many a time I set out in unprecedented search of honestly persevered livelihood; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; an unsurpassable conundrum of lechery; which no doubt offered quick bucks; but each with a stamp of horrendous lies,

  Paradoxically to the above; when I set out an infinite times in my entire lifetime to unwaveringly search for love; not only was every conceivable vein of mine forever blessed with its Immortal paradise; but I found all of my mind; body and soul in wholesome synergy with the Divine; with each volatile breath of mine.

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  8. MY POETRY

  Nothing above it; not even an infinitesimal iota towering above its majestically untainted and gloriously unhindered swirl,

  Nothing below it; not even a mercurial iota lurking beneath its fantastically pristine and sensuously enthralling identity,

  Nothing antagonistic to it; not even an inconspicuous shade contradicting its bountifully emollient and triumphantly benign ramifications,

  Nothing to the right of it; not even a transient degree swerving from its effulgently mellifluous and timelessly ecstatic shadow,

  Nothing to the left of it; not even an ethereal millimeter away from its victoriously beautiful and interminably poignant cascade,

  Nothing overlapping it; not even the most invisible whisker trying to obscure its ebulliently virile and royally unassailable luminescence,

  Nothing sidelining it; not even the most obfuscated ingredient of royalty attempting to devour its altruistically brilliant and impregnably sparkling integrity,

  Nothing overlooking it; not even an ephemeral molecule of indifference to its fervently undefeated and unconquerably ubiquitous caress,

  Nothing victimizing it; not even an invisible ingredient of venomous commercialism trying to ensnare its uninhibitedly magical and voluptuously fecund wings,

  Nothing beyond it; not even a diminutive speck of tantalizing mirage; trying to seductively lure beyond its beautifully sculptured and unbelievably enamoring contours,

  Nothing surrounding it; not even an evanescent mist of mouth watering temptation encapsulating its perennially fructifying and compassionately befriending scepter,

  Nothing blocking it; not even an unmentionably fugitive obstruction to its timelessly unfettered and astoundingly inimitable fragrance,

  Nothing hypnotizing it; not even an obliterated spell of drudged witchcraft trying to control its insuperably magnificent and fathomlessly spotless soul,

  Nothing empowering it; not even the tiniest trace of the tyrannically robotic devil trying to maliciously overwhelm its undyingly winning and divinely infallible incantation,

  Nothing questioning it; not even a single moment of interrogation to its unshakably irreproachable and eternally burgeoning seed,

  Nothing dictating it; not even an infidel insinuation of cold-blooded doggedness against its wondrously omnipotent and insatiably passionate heartbeats,

  Nothing burying it; not even a minuscule thread of manipulation trying to brutally asphyxiate its eternally ravishing and universally blissful appeal,

  Nothing discarding it; not even a transitory beacon of oblivion viciously

  trying to gobble its everlastingly sacrosanct and endlessly intrepid odysseys,

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  As whatever I had; dreamt or ever possessed; was solely and perpetually in it; was solely and perpetually for it; was solely and perpetually about it; was infact solely and perpetually "IT" itself; and this "IT" would forever and ever and ever mean

  my "Poetry".

 

  9. POINTING BACK- QUESTIONINGLY AND UNFORGIVABLY AT YOU

  Whether you ludicrously pointed it; at the scantily clad beggars on the street; whose begging bowls were as empty as the impoverished carcasses that had formed in their stomachs,

  Whether you disgustingly pointed it; at the brutally scorched river bed; from which protruded the most acrimoniously cold-blooded of stones; lamenting in the curse of an infinite impotent lifetimes,

  Whether you accusingly pointed it; at those fearlessly patronizing harbingers of peace; whose views were wholesomely antagonistic to your wretchedly contemporary and robotic line of thought,

  Whether you deplorably pointed it; at all those as slow as the pot-bellied tortoise; consuming a major chunk of their lives to achieve their targets; as they miserably withered in their inevitable disability,

  Whether you parasitically pointed it; to your very own ailing and disabled parents; for not perpetuating every vein of yours with the best currency and wine; even as they breathed their last moment of existence,

  Whether you venomously pointed it; towards the empty sky; where there lingered not even the most infinitesimal of cloud; casting solely unrelentingly harsh light and no rain,

  Whether you sadistically pointed it; towards all those incessantly wailing children; orphaned since the very first cry of birth; disdainfully spending the prime years of childhood in the nonchalantly fetid dustbin,

  Whether you salaciously pointed it; towards the widow's dwelling; whose every aspect of life; now plaintively resembled the most horrendously shattered forms of glass; indefatigably quavering in her white robe without her husband,

  Whether you sardonically pointed it; towards the penuriously starving artist; to whom the entire planet had showed its insanely rude tongue; for interminably philosophizing and fantasizing; instead of routinely melanging with its sanctimonious fabric,

  Whether you lecherously pointed it; towards the nimble footed dwarf; who went cadaverously unnoticed; even whilst walking amidst a inconspicuous horde of red

  ants,

  Whether you bawdily pointed it; towards the unfortunate blind man; who possessed coffins of hapless emptiness instead of eyeballs; for whom life was a mortuary of asphyxiating blackness; since the very first cry of fresh birth,

  Whether you lividly pointed it; towards the unkempt tree; whose branches uncontrollably wept in the sweltering summer; bereft of even the tiniest leaf of

  compassionate shade,

  Whether you violently pointed it; towards the childless couple; who inconsolably led a countless sleepless nights; considering themselves to be the most cursed entities on planet di
vine,

  Whether you ignominiously pointed it; towards the unfathomable valley; which timelessly reverberated and echoed with nothing else; but satanically maiming

  emptiness,

  Whether you pervertedly pointed it; towards all those temples; mosques; monasteries and churches built on bare brick; which were home to the greatest of God's in most rustically bohemian of their forms,

  Whether you meanly pointed it; towards the deaf and dumb man; who wandered like a discarded animal; amongst the indifferently galloping and wantonly commercial planet,

  Whether you obnoxiously pointed it; towards the penuriously beleaguered lover; who was the laughing stock of the entire uncouth society; whose heart as well as pockets jingled with nothing else but; at times betrayal; at times love,

  Whether you vindictively pointed it; towards the hour of silent midnight; whose every conceivable cranny was miserably obfuscated from every source of exultation and vivid life,

  O! yes; point one finger of yours anytime; anywhere and as worthlessly accusingly as you could to anyone; anyform on this miraculously blessed planet; but do remember O! human; that the remaining three of your fingers shall always point back; questioningly and unforgivably at you.

  10. "INDIFFERENCE"-THE GREATEST "DIFFERENCE"

  It was infact the very sting of preposterously venomous "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest solitary "Difference"; in my otherwise overwhelmingly royal existence,

  It was infact the very graveyard of acrimoniously sadistic "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest melancholic "Difference"; in my otherwise unsurpassably wealthy existence,

  It was infact the very thorn of brutally infidel "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest castrated "Difference"; in my otherwise boundlessly opulent existence,

  It was infact the very vacuum of deplorably imperiling "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest devastating "Difference"; in my otherwise fathomlessly abundant existence,

  It was infact the very pyre of ominously extinguishing "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest cold-blooded "Difference"; in my otherwise limitlessly embellished existence,

  It was infact the very jinx of hideously sacrilegious "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest hapless "Difference"; in my otherwise unceasingly star-studded existence,

  It was infact the very dagger of intolerably perverted "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest tormenting "Difference"; in my otherwise ubiquitously respected existence,

  It was infact the very leech of sardonically unbearable "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest penalizing "Difference"; in my otherwise inimitably flourishing existence,

  It was infact the very ghost of disastrously maiming "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest dastardly "Difference"; in my otherwise perfectly blessed existence,

  It was infact the very hell of truculently lambasting "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest wretched "Difference"; in my otherwise indisputably impeccable existence,

  It was infact the very stink of heartlessly massacring "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest frigid "Difference"; in my otherwise unconquerably contemporary existence,

  It was infact the very gutter of ruthlessly salacious "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest demented "Difference"; in my otherwise spectacularly nomadic existence,

  It was infact the very dungeon of atrociously ribald "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest lethal "Difference"; in my otherwise ornamentally mollified existence,

  It was infact the very blackness of sordidly impeaching "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest annihilating "Difference"; in my otherwise voluptuously unparalleled existence,

  It was infact the very rags of obstreperously victimizing "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest iconoclastic "Difference"; in my otherwise immeasurably fortune 500 existence,

  It was infact the very prison of diabolically incarcerating "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest desensitizing "Difference"; in my otherwise magically Midas touch existence,

  It was infact the very nightmare of excruciatingly agonizing "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest crippling "Difference"; in my otherwise powerfully worshipped existence,

  It was infact the very rust of inconsolably decaying "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest livid "Difference"; in my otherwise wondrously

  tranquil existence,

  And it was infact the very drudgery of egregiously devilish "Indifference"; which actually caused the biggest betraying "Difference"; in my otherwise unfathomably fulfilled existence

  11. DISASTROUSLY ABANDONED ME

  How was the air ever related to me in even the most insouciant of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that my diminutive lungs; existed as the most royally embellished throne for centuries immemorial,

  How was the Sun ever related to me in even the most transient of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that not a whisker of negativity lingered; for an infinite kilometers near my stride,

  How was the earth ever related to me in even the most penurious of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that I replenished my emaciated stomach with its appetizing fruits; invincibly slept on its compassionate belly,

  How were the stars ever related to me in even the most obfuscated of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I was unsurpassably inspired and led to the best direction; even in the incarcerating blackness of midnight,

  How were the roses ever related to me in even the most oblivious of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I inhaled the scent of victorious heaven; on this very monotonous brick city of earth today,

  How was the ocean ever related to me in even the most evanescent of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that each element of my impoverished existence; was majestically replenished with the spirit of tangy adventure,

  How was the sky ever related to me in even the most infidel of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every ingredient of my brain could unlimitedly fantasize; merely gazing at its azure infiniteness,

  How was the tree ever related to me in even the most ephemeral of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every morbidly restless nerve of mine; found celestial reprieve in its compassionately befriending shade,

  How was the grass ever related to me in even the most lackadaisical of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every step that my foot traversed; would be amiably welcomed by a cushion of profoundly undefeated velvetiness,

  How was the rain ever related to me in even the most fugitive of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every famished pore of my divested skin; was unconquerably rejuvenated with the freshness of exotic creation,

  How were the horizons ever related to me in even the most disappearing of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I was triggered to imagine beyond the realms of the ordinary; for a countless more lives yet to come,

  How were the deserts ever related to me in even the most deteriorating of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that my eyes were treated to the enigmatic vastness of the Lord's creation; the most astoundingly mouth-watering mirages of all times,

  How was the rainbow ever related to me in even the most invisible of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that there palpitated innovation galore; in every beat of my feebly throbbing heart,

  How was the Moon ever related to me in even the most cloistered of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that the milkiness of innocuous childhood; always zipped past through every of my estranged vein,

  How was the forest ever related to me in even the most nonchalant of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that the innumerable sensitivities and forms of mother nature; inscrutably lingered in my soul,

  How was the fog ever related to me in even the most evaporating of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that each of my robotically insensitized nerves; were liberated by the exultation of the wondrously enamoring mist,

  How were the mountains ever related
to me in even the most sequestered of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that every infirm and shivering bone of mine; was insuperably safe-guarded; against the deadliest of devil's attack,

  How were the dewdrops ever related to me in even the most retractable of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that every curve of malicious depression on my face; metamorphosed into a gorge of unshakably miraculous newness,

  And you; who were infact my very own blood relations; my very own brothers; sisters; father; mother; grandfather; grandmother; wife; children; uncle's and aunts;? abandoned me when I needed to share my heart out with you; abandoned me when I sought comfort in your souls; abandoned me when I was a failure in my quest for success; disastrously abandoned me when I needed you the most?