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  8. LEAVE ME ALONE.

  Leave me alone; to battle my loneliness till the time I emerged irrevocably triumphant; sprinted forward in untamed exhilaration to bask in the full fervor of

  life,

  Leave me alone; to experience each unfurling moment as it painstakingly unveiled; retrospect my cherished moments of the past; when I innocuously bounced on the

  sacrosanct lap of my mother,

  Leave me alone; to uninhibitedly free each of my despairingly frazzled senses; incessantly fantasize in the aisles of augmenting desire; yearning for all the

  bountifully ravishing beauty on this planet,

  Leave me alone; to do what I was stupendously best in; pave a blazing path of my own; far away from the interruptions of the monotonously lackadaisical society,

  Leave me alone; to explore the more intricate nuances of life; frolick with orphaned children through the mushy meadows; bringing back a smile to their impoverished lives,

  Leave me alone; to express the most inner most voices of my conscience; indefatigably meditate to search for that righteousness that had so miserably eluded me all my life,

  Leave me alone; to wholeheartedly embrace my fellow comrades in inexplicable agony; philander with whomsoever I desired; irrespective of caste; creed and

  indiscriminate racial malice,

  Leave me alone; to fanatically pursue the art profusely embodied in my blood; intransigently drowning myself into an ocean of unfathomable enthrallment,

  Leave me alone; to wander like a prince under the milky beams of moonlight; languidly doze dreaming about paradise in profoundly sweltering sunshine that

  illuminated the day,

  Leave me alone; to passionately follow the holistic ideals of humanity; wholesomely freeing myself from the tyrannically dictatorial norms of the spurious world outside,

  Leave me alone; to elope to the astronomical summits of longing whenever I liked; then crawl back lamely on mundane soil for hours immemorial,

  Leave me alone; to construct my dwelling in the most exact way I liked; stuffing each of its walls with the spirit of unprecedented brotherhood and harmony; alike,

  Leave me alone; to vivaciously evolve every unearthing second; create incredulously magnificent wonders; from the esoterically enigmatic imagery that turbulently revolved in my mind,

  Leave me alone; to dance with the voluptuously divine angel of my dreams; eternalize my every blossoming tomorrow with the poignantly charismatic empathy; in my mates eyes,

  Leave me alone; to melodiously sing the rhymes of vibrantly flowering nature; be profoundly mesmerized by the chirping of the nightingale; the roaring of the royal lion; alike,

  Leave me alone; to perpetually inscribe in my soul the names that I profusely cherished; ubiquitously disseminate the message of immortal peace and solidarity; to every parasite sucking innocent blood outside,

  Leave me alone; to pen down countless lines of philanthropic literature in a single day; incorrigibly blend with the tunes that flowed from each of my senses; for infinite more births yet to come,

  Leave me alone; to forever bond with the love of my life; breaking free from the satanically hostile chains of contemporary tradition and bombastic imprisonment,

  Leave me alone; to romance; to dream; to share; to imbibe; more importantly to live life the way I wanted it to unfold; the way God had made me and beautifully endowed me to be.

  9. WHY SHOULD I ? -PART 2

  Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an ocean; just because the acrimoniously slithering cactus; wanted it to ?

  Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into glittering gold; just because the lecherously manipulative wandering aimlessly; wanted them to ?

  Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose itself into a shivering cocoon; just because the diminutively cowardly scared of leading life; wanted it to ?

  Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose itself into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just because the dastardly demons desirous for luxury; wanted it to ?

  Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically through the veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice; just because the worthlessly vindictive ghost; wanted it to ?

  Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into a melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some fanatics of spuriously sanctimonious religion; wanted it to ?

  Why should the inconspicuously irascible ant metamorphose itself into a succulent deer; just because the tumultuously roaring lion; wanted it to ?

  Why should the overwhelmingly slushy swamp metamorphose itself into a road of formidably gripping concrete; just because those disastrously unable to find their foot; wanted it to ?

 

  Why should the preposterously gigantic shark metamorphose itself into an immaculately shimmering pearl; just because the baselessly petrified passengers on the shores; wanted it to ?

  Why should the boisterously bustling baby metamorphose itself into a symmetrically trimmed angel; just because the ostentatiously threadbare party; wanted it to ?

  Why should the lethally venomous snake metamorphose itself into hives replenishing with golden honey; just because the pretentiously philosophizing; wanted it to ?

  Why should the infinitesimally fluttering mosquito metamorphose itself into a paradise of unending fantasy; just because the treacherously snoring terrorist; wanted it to ?

  Why should the divinely smiling girl metamorphose itself into a puristic boy; just because the traditionally uncouth parents; wanted it to ?

  Why should the avalanches; earthquakes; tornadoes; metamorphose themselves into sparkling diamonds; just because ruthlessly penalizing mankind; wanted them to ?

  Why should the despicably ailing old man metamorphose himself into a ghastly corpse; just because the manipulatively parasitic sons; wanted him to ?

  Why should the invincibly secure lock metamorphose itself into an articulate key; just because the hideous battalion of burglars; wanted it to ?

  Why should the celestially placid stones metamorphose themselves into appetizing morsels of tangible food; just because horrendously lazy urchins; wanted them to ?

  Why should each beam of darkness metamorphose itself into the flamboyantly dazzling Sun; just because the satanically barbaric yearning for an eternal day; wanted them to ?

  Why should immortal love metamorphose itself into invidiously sinister betrayal; just because the rigidly extraneous world; wanted it to ?

  Why should sacred life metamorphose itself into pathetically gruesome death; just because some power hungry leaders; wanted it to ?

  And why should I; writing; breathing; fantasizing; poetry from the inner most realms of my heart; metamorphose myself into deplorably stinking office; just because the uncouthly unforgiving society around; wanted me to ?

 

  10. IT WAS ONLY WHEN - PART 2

  It was only when I disastrously stumbled to taste threadbare mud; that I truly realized the mesmerizing value of standing straight upon my own feet,

  It was only when I was gruesomely blinded with pugnacious chili powder in my eyes; that I truly realized the scintillating value of vibrantly bountiful and scintillating sight,

  It was only when I was surreptitiously administered abominable gutter water; that I truly realized the celestially ravishing value of the majestically sparkling streams,

  It was only when I was brutally incarcerated in the traumatically devastating dungeons; that I truly realized the optimistically brilliant value of the Omnisciently dazzling Sun,

  It was only when I was ruthlessly stuffed into the horrifically air tight coffins; that I truly realized the melodiously vivacious value of regally enlightening and seductively spell binding sound,

  It was only when the walls of disparagingly disgusting boredom? asphyxiated me from all sides; that I truly realized the irrefutably incredulous value of honestly Omnipotent sweat,

  It was only when maelstroms of swelteringly scorching dust slapped me left; right and
acrid center; that I truly realized the miraculously rejuvenating value of resplendently heavenly rain,

  It was only when jailhouses of murderous monotony pulverized me like inconspicuously criminal mincemeat; that I truly realized the gloriously Omnipresent value of ubiquitously sensuous and timelessly proliferating fantasy,

  It was only when lethally venomous snakes savagely strangulated me like a frigid mosquito; that I truly realized the ingratiatingly ebullient value of ubiquitously godly innocence,

  It was only when an unfathomable whirlpool of inexplicable tears rolled in insatiable agony down my cheeks; that I truly realized the gorgeously exuberant value of everlasting smiles,

  It was only when a graveyard of solitariness tightened its grip upon my soul every unfurling minute; that I truly realized the boisterously enthralling value

  of rambunctiously vivid liveliness,

  It was only when each of my finger was barbarically nailed to the ground; that I truly realized the stupendously embellished value of sketching exquisitely panoramic landscape upon barren canvas,

  It was only when the diabolical demons chopped my tongue into an infinite pieces; that I truly realized the marvelously emphatic value of poignantly effusive sound,

  It was only when I had to inevitably transgress past the bed of acrimoniously ominous thorns; that I truly realized the enchantingly satiny value of royally aristocratic silk,

  It was only when I was savagely lambasted by unsparing whiplashes of blatantly insidious lies; that I truly realized the eternally unassailable value of patriotically blazing truth,

  It was only when there was nothing in vicinity but invidiously sordid stones and mud to chew; that I truly realized the salubriously jubilant and sacrosanct value of life-yielding food,

  It was only when a satanically ghastly accident ghoulishly snatched my beloved; that I truly realized the triumphantly ardent value of pricelessly inimitable togetherness,

  It was only when my nostrils menacingly decided to gruesomely squelch even the most infinitesimal iota of breath; that I truly realized the bountifully Omnipotent value of unshakably iridescent life,

  And it was only when every beat of my heart uncouthly leapt out to be the devil's uxorious breakfast; that I truly realized the immortally unconquerable value of

  eternal love.

  11. A POET, AND HIS IMMORTAL POETRY.?

  The clouds in the voluptuously fathomless sky were a poet's eternal dream; enveloping boundless bits of barren space with tinges of profusely unending crimson,

  While torrential tumblers of enchanting rain cascading down till times beyond bountiful eternity; were his immortally poignant and exuberant poetry.

  The seductively titillating roses in the garden were a poet's everlasting dream; perpetuating colossal bits of lackadaisical atmosphere with vividly blossoming color,

  While the stupendously Omnipotent fragrance that they emanated; the romantic swirl in which they swished; was his immortally unassailable and wonderful poetry.

  The ravishingly undulating waves of the gigantically handsome ocean were a poet's cherished dream; perennially smiling under golden rays of the majestically

  Omniscient Sun,

  While the resplendently tantalizing froth into which they diffused after clashing against the regale rocks; was his immortally profound and Godly poetry.

  The rambunctiously uninhibited hives swarming with chattering bees were a poet's fantastic dream; deluging even the most infinitesimal cranny of the Universe with the poignant elixir of life,

  While the beautifully ebullient cisterns of titillating honey that relentlessly oozed from them; was his immortally melodious and exquisitely embellished poetry.

  The panoramically animated meadows of green grass were a poet's prized dream; harmoniously rustling with the unbelievably exultating breeze,

  While the gregarious festoon of dew drops that they exuded at ethereally mystical dawn; was his immortally fabulous and Omnipotent poetry.

  The optimistically divine fireball of Sun was a poet's priceless dream; casting a spell of astoundingly miraculous hope; even in the most drearily beleaguered and diminishing abode,

  While the enamoring fountain of blazing rays that it compassionately emanated; was his immortally triumphant and patriotic poetry.

  The unshakable shadows of the impeccable conscience were a poet's euphoric dream; metamorphosing even the most devilishly inebriated organism into an apostle of

  mesmerizing peace,

  While the path of irrefutably sparkling righteousness that it philanthropically wafted; was his immortally ingratiating and kingly poetry.

  The ecstatically flapping feathers of the spell bindingly amiable nightingale were a poet's charismatic dream; flooding even the most insipidly lugubrious of spaces around with astronomically rejuvenating energy,

  While the unfathomably glorious river of tunes that unveiled from her shimmering beak; was his immortally ever-pervading and holistic poetry.

  The piquantly rubicund nostrils of the freshly adorned bride were a poet's insatiable dream; inevitably engendering every other thing in the atmosphere to remorsefully wither down,

  While the unconquerable inferno of magnificently bedazzling breath that unleashed from them; was his immortally invincible and fascinating poetry.

  And the passionately throbbing heart in innocently volatile chest was a poet's unrelenting dream; irrevocably transcending above every other richness on the trajectory of this limitless earth,

  While the superbly rhythmic sky of beats that it fulminated into every unfurling instant; was his immortally ubiquitous and priceless poetry.

 

  12. A POEM A DAY; KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY.

  For the ravishingly undulating and fathomless oceans; a majestically gliding shark a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the swelteringly impoverished and blistering deserts; a gloriously rejuvenating rainshower a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the mystically ingratiating and voluptuous forests; a royal royally overpowering roar of the lion a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the boundlessly Omnipotent and limitless skies; a regally soaring cloud a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the gorgeously shimmering and immaculate seashores; a magnificently resplendent oyster a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the freshly rain drenched and boisterously bubbling stray ponds; a discordantly croaking frog a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the despicably wailing and disastrously beleaguered beggar; a handsomely robust meal a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the eternally enchanting and enchantingly sweet hive; a rambunctiously frolicking bee a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the ingratiatingly chirping and profusely vivacious sparrow; a marvelously sparkling berry a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the frigidly trembling and brutally frozen avalanches; a ray of unassailably celestial sunshine a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the patriotically blazing and fearlessly unflinching battlefields; a ray of irrefutably

  unconquerable triumph a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the sagaciously philanthropic and devoutly meditating saint; an entrenchment of spell binding peace a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the manipulatively shrewd and ruthlessly dexterous business tycoon; a succulently appetizing client a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the exuberantly sleazy and seductively raving model; a euphorically tantalizing catwalk a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the morbidly forlorn and ghoulishly derogatory graveyard; an obsolete ghost a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the impeccably glistening and rustically sprawled pebbles; a splendidly cascading waterfall a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the romantically sensuous and poignantly flirtatious philanderer; a charismatically nubile maiden a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,

  For the aridly scorched and preposterously singed blades of grass; a bountifully scintillating dewdrop a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

  For the horrendously dithering and despicably sagging nostrils; a puff of ecstatically vibrant breath a day; keeps the doctor forever away,