#Cloudburst . Fulmine

[consacro]

Historia Temporis

Empress has asked me to compile theirs and Elmine’s catalog into a physical archive, I suppose the place to start would be the Pantheon we now call home. I worry this scroll will become quite long so I’ve taken the liberty to abridge the history and separate the keystone events into separate scrolls at a later date.

[Note 1: Discovery of Mew = The colonization of Pallet Town / Gen1] [Note 2: The years are based on how much time lapsed on their territory, which may or may not reflect the “normal” flow of time]

[3500 years before the discovery of Mew] In the beginning, the [RINGLEADER], a foul, heartless Allfather, created two entities. [NIGHT], and [MARIA]. Aptly its intention was to cause nightmares, hence the..names.

Night and Maria were a Darkrai and Cresselia, though due to the Allfather’s lack of ability, they didn’t have a strong natural ability. Night was able to cause nightmares, but only within a small radius around him. Likewise, Maria calmed terrors, but only within a radius.

They were created with the Allfather’s full exertion. They knew of its machinations, of its intent, what they were made from, for. They knew of the [CHIMERA GENE].

They lived among man, shepherding a young kingdom with leadership who dearly wished for the best.

The two lived and bonded with humans, serving as advisors and guardians.

[3450 years before the discovery of Mew] When the wars came, tensions grew, and the family they once guided were divided. Night and Maria both continued, in a vain attempt to reunite the family. It didn’t work, and through the generations they became closely guarded secrets of the now divided home.

[3000 years before the discovery of Mew] Humans are strange creatures. They recall what they want, forget what they want. There were many rumors. For the house of Night, he became a myth, a phantom that “only the king” could see.He retreated from the public eye. A wise decision on his part, if I must say.

Unfortunately Maria, in her overflowing love of man, remained public. Every few years her public image changed, but the name remained as a rumor mill. The king’s advisor, the king’s consort, the king’s concubine, a variety of titles followed her like a miasma. The king at the time was enamored with her, daring to keep her with him at all times, to bed her, to ask for her hand - but her heart belonged to another.

When this came to light, the king went mad, only knowing that her heart belonged to someone from the rivaling kingdom. That he was someone of the royal court.

War was waged, Maria was executed upon the two kings discovering she and Night were far from human. I believe this broke him, Night...Valentin. He mourned and in her dying breath, Maria begged him to carry on with her heart, she didn’t know what the Allfather had planned, just that they had to stop their creator.

Night fell into stasis this year.

[2000 years before the discovery of Mew] Night awoke from stasis. From first hand account, he didn’t know why. He didn’t know what compelled him to wake, but he did. He found out the reason why, though.

This was the year the Allfather began building the foundation for its demise. Ho-oh and Lugia were the earliest specimen it could replicate, so  it settled for them. Poor creatures. Shion and Souma oh, I apologize I believe their names now are [ARCHEL] and [EPOCH] - they retrieved a record from the Allfather after its demise, presented to the [EMPIRE OF SKIES] to safeguard.

When he awoke, Night altered his name, [VALENTIN].

He saw the notions the Allfather was performing, and began his own scheming. He offered the Allfather an out, to raise the children it crafted.

[100 years before the discovery of Mew] This seems to be the point at which [HOMURA] and [SIREN]’s eggs were crafted and set loose among man. They were discovered and cared for by priests in the region that would become Johto. It wasn’t until they hatched that Valentin was set in motion. The two Young Blood children were taken to a floating island hidden away from man, a heretical claim that would later become known as the Godless Lands.

[50 years before the discovery of Mew] The cruel Allfather learned of Valentin’s scheming, to teach them to live among man and abandon the Allfather. Furious, he was banished from the Godless Lands. Unfortunately for both him and Homura, this was also the turning point when Siren began to show signs of the Allfather’s influence.

After this year..Valentin was never seen in the Pantheon again..

[45 years after the discovery of Mew] Siren crafted the egg that would divide and become Archel and Epoch. She willed the creation, another subtle flag that she was beginning to fall. She abhorred fire types, by this point there were already signs that she hated Homura. It was only a matter of time.

[47 years after the discovery of Mew] [REIKA] and [HIBIKI] were crafted in the same years, though Homura’s method of creating his beasts was quite varied from Siren’s from my understanding.

Hibiki’s core component for being reborn was [TENACITY]

[50 years after the discovery of Mew] [AGEHA] was crafted this year, their core component from what Empress’ Room of Memories is suggested to be [FORTITUDE]

This is also the year the Allfather shackled the [REAPER] that would become known as Libra. The arbiters that acted as a safety valve and second family to an individual [REAPER] are incredibly important to maintain balance, and Libra only had one remaining after those events.

[52 years after the discovery of Mew] [KYOUMA] was crafted. There seems to be mixed feelings, as he wasn’t the first choice, but according to Homura, after seeing such a small, young soul, still latched onto life tooth and nail, he couldn’t ignore that [DRIVE] and made his decision.

[70 years after the discovery of Mew] This was the year that the [PATRAT DAY] occurred. It was a cold spring the day the Ilex forest burned down by Homura’s hand and brute forced Celebi into reverting the day. A terrible event, truthfully. Hibiki was the only survivor of the event, and Homura determined that it was time to separate interaction from humans.Up until this point the little ones were watched by the priests who found Homura and Siren when needed, often when the two traveled to the Whirl Islands.

[73 years after the discovery of Mew] Reika had found a recently passed child in the mountains she explored in. At her request, Homura breathed life back into the small Vulpix, a small price to pay to make a child happy. [CHALTIER] became linked to Homura’s vitality, though he quickly discovered he could alleviate the fatigue that Homura bore if he consumed the vitality of an outside source.

[85 years after the discovery of Mew] Oh dear..The Allfather’s tyranny through Siren began to sprout here. This is the year that Siren began performing unspeakable, cruel actions to Homura. Luck was on the ho-oh’s side, and he was able to escape death many, many times, but still had the unfortunate circumstance of being created into a heartless Pantheon. He did his best during this time to deflect attention away from the Young Blood Gods, and...well, for a long time it worked.

This was the same year that Siren banished Reika to an isolated mountain after months of shaming her. A tragedy, really. She was shamed for things that Siren herself had created her with.

The Pantheon, unlike many, is unable to alter their human veil. They were created as they were.

Archel and Epoch abandoned the Godless Lands at this time. They had fled to make a deal with the Allfather and escape Siren.

[90 years after the discovery of Mew] To my knowledge, this is the year Siren killed Ageha and was finally ended by Homura’s hand. Hibiki’s eye was lost in the dog fight, and Ageha’s death was the precursor to the brawl.

Kyouma was unharmed physically, but ..something...something in him changed that day. The drastic change from the quick-witted, untamed beast into a sedate shell...seeing it was jarring. I can’t imagine how it must have felt for Hibiki and Homura to experience it in person.

Not forgotten, Reika was retrieved from the mountain with the news of Siren’s fall, but..she wasn’t the same after. She wasn’t the same for a long time...

This was the year that Reika determined she no longer wished to be seen as [MALE]

[91 years after the discovery of Mew] The Allfather’s fury was immature and excessive. Homura hadn’t done as it wanted. Hadn’t devoured Siren’s heart to trigger the [CHIMERA GENE]. In a tantrum, it banished Homura to a limbo, sealed his power, his memories. He knew only the land and the constructed building was referred to as the [TOWER OF HEAVEN]

Chaltier survived with Reika, preying on humans at the base of the mountain they had to call home for several years. They had to survive. They had to survive. For their own sake. For Homura’s sake.

Hibiki and Kyouma took to the seas, barred from being near Homura, the risk of extinction for going against the Allfather’s wishes. Hibiki was convinced they weren’t strong enough, that they had to heed its words.

[150 years after the discovery of Mew] An Entei from an unknown Pantheon discovered the [TOWER OF HEAVEN]. For better or worse this began the gear of its demise..in another way. The Entei’s appearance triggered Homura’s memory to return and break the Allfeathers’ glamour on him and the island. This also allowed the Young Blood Gods to return to their guardian, slowly but surely.

I feel this was arguably the most eventful single year of the Pantheon. After the Entei broke the glamour, Hibiki and Kyouma, though remaining at sea, began to regularly return again.

In the same notion, Reika and Chaltier were spirited away to the [TOWER OF HEAVEN] and remained there, avoiding much of the outside world.

At the end of the year, Libra, along with Archel and Epoch were released from the Allfather’s hold and granted passage to enter the [TOWER OF HEAVEN]

[277 years after the discovery of Mew] The Allfather’s machinations have caused time to become out of joint. Visitors from another parallel became trapped here. [WILD] and [FULMINE] they were called. They were - and are, most certainly Great Old Ones with much knowledge. Goodness. I can’t wait to introduce myself and find out more about their lives.

The end of the year is when Hibiki and Kyouma discovered a floating shell that would become [TAPU YULA] as well.

[278 years after the discovery of Mew] I believe the pressure came to a head this year. This was the year that  Homura began the downfall of the Allfather. With the assistance of a Staraptor, he gained the Godkiller’s Spear.

[279 years after the discovery of Mew] It was also through this Staraptor that he obtained what Elmine has cataloged as [FAIRWEATHER ARMOR], a suit of armor designed to withstand the Allfather’s fury.

The end of the 279th year marked the beginning of the end for the Allfather. Homura was out of time, as the [CHIMERA GENE] would end him soon enough if he held off much longer.

[280 years after the discovery of Mew] They weren’t ready yet, but it was now or never. Even without being present, watching the memories of the earth, the fury and rage that erupted from Homura when the Allfather encountered [TAPU YULA] and struck their eye. He took the war to it, there were no two ways about it.

While Homura and the other Young Blood Gods entered the [DOMAIN OF KINGS] - I believe they refer to it as the “Void Zone” but the truth of the matter is, it’s an isolated veil where only Allfathers are meant to exist. As the [DISTORTION WORLD] belongs to [GIRATINA], [DOMAIN OF KINGS] belongs to [ARCEUS].

It didn’t stop them though. When they entered the Domain to dare the Allfather - it was a gamble. It was absolutely a winner take all gamble.

Impressively, Homura even deigned to enter the fight handicapped. His vitality was able to keep [TAPU YULA] alive through the eye implanted as a replacement. They fell into a long sleep though. The poor thing entered stasis without knowing if they - or their family..would ever come back.

[285 years after the discovery of Mew] It was only hours for the Young Blood, I believe. Five years passed in the mortal plane.

They were returned to the mortal plane victorious, though. The corpse of the Allfather offered a great deal of power, but they chose to let the rotten rot.

The [DOMAIN OF KINGS] had taken its toll on them though. Wild and Fulmine were nowhere to be seen, jettisoned back to their own parallel. Libra and Mu were absent as well, the [REAPER] finally freed from the chain and returning to his [HIVEMIND]. The poison of being there for so long caused the Young Blood to fall into a catatonic state.

This is the year the [SOVEREIGNS] came into sentience. The blood and bone of the Allfather gave sentience of the [EMPRESS OF STONE], the body of the Allfather raising the [EMPEROR OF THE SEAS], with the most..dangerous aspect of it...the soul and spirit of the Allfather, became [EMPIRE OF SKIES].

All of the Young Blood were taken. [EMPRESS OF STONE] crafted a safe haven, a [TEMPLE], though fundamentally akin to the now-destroyed [TOWER OF HEAVEN], it was deemed a sanctuary rather than a stockade.

The Young Blood would remain in recovery for a very long time following this.

[669 years after the discovery of Mew] [TAPU YULA] awoke from stasis, choosing the name [RAHI] for themselves.

In the following two years they were cared for by the [SOVEREIGNS], though they also had to cope with the sudden absence of any semblance of family they knew.

Preceding Rahi’s awakening, [EMPRESS OF STONE] unearthed the meteorite that would become [IMPERIAL ELMINE],  and following that it discovered the remains of a [CELESTEELA] - repaired and breathed life into. She would become an extension, a steel doll that channeled Elmine and [EMPRESS OF STONE]’s power, [SASA].

[671 years after the discovery of Mew] [Beginning of this blog activity] The Young Blood now awaken, Though the mortal plane only saw their absence for 3 years, the [DISTORTION WORLD] found their absence for 12. The time elapsed at the [TEMPLE] is a total of 386 years.

[673 years after the discovery of Mew] Wild and Fulmine have returned? It seems they’re able to control the [WHEN] and [WHERE] for their being to be, rather than suffering at the mercy of an Allfather this time.

Libra and Mu have returned to their duties as a [REAPER], though he seems to have a much better relationship with [EMPRESS OF STONE] than he did with [RINGLEADER].

[EMPRESS OF STONE] found me as well...it found me..and gave me a purpose, gave me a second chance. It was gracious enough to grant my little ones a second chance as well...I can’t thank it enough for not leaving me to rot in the ruins...

[versatilepoetry]

Without The Slightest Of Fear

When I sat under fulminating beams of the Sun; I felt an insatiable urge in my body to leap in untamed exhilaration and dance, When I sat in front of the scintillating mirror; I felt like candidly analyzing even the most minuscule part of my persona, When I sat beside the enchantingly serene riverside; I felt like nostalgically reminiscing the innocuous flurry of moments which had wholesomely enveloped my childhood, When I sat by the profusely foliated tree; I felt like bouncing up and down like the vivacious squirrels; wistfully awaiting for the succulent fruits to harmoniously pour down; on my famished belly, When I sat under the conglomerate of voluptuously exotic clouds; I felt like wandering with the heavenly fairies; fantasizing my mind to the most unprecedented limits, When I sat eye to eye with the hideously ominous snake; I felt the adrenaline building inevitably in my bowels; a horrendously ghastly sensation encapsulating the whole of my body to puke out my morning breakfast, When I sat on the stern of the grandiloquent ship; I felt younger than a wailing child; with the exuberant waves of the ocean; impregnating Herculean loads of rejuvenating energy in my dreary bones, When I sat on a blanket of chilly snow; I felt numbing arrows of death stabbing me from all sides; the scarlet blood running robustly through my veins; freezing into rosy ice-cream, When I sat on the panthers back; I felt for a moment to be the king of the jungle; although I had my heart in my bootlaces after a while had elapsed; and the beast snarled ferociously to its hearts content, When I sat abreast a hive of swarming bees; I fantastically felt the cocoons of golden honey sandwiched handsomely in the pockets; however was soon transported several feet beneath my coffin; as the Queen maiden kissed me nimbly on my nose, When I sat near the dolorously morbid grave; I felt tears of inexplicable agony well up my eyes; an uncanny wave of fear slowly engulf my blissful soul, When I sat on a battalion of menacing crocodiles; I felt overwhelmingly excruciating pangs of pain; as the monsters ripped me apart till the last bone down my spine, When I sat on the century old vacant throne; I felt like a majestically embellished royal prince; having been given the supreme reigns in my hands; to rule the township once again, When I sat amidst an army of pot-bellied tortoise; I felt whirlpools of laziness circumvent my demeanor; an inexorably urge in my body to sleep in contentment till times immemorial, When I sat on the splendidly striped dolphins; I felt like swirling in full fervor of boisterous life; rolling my visage in tumultuous frenzy with the splashing water, When I sat on an island coated with disdainfully slimy oil; I felt like slipping indefatigably towards treacherous nothingness; with my grip on planet earth slackening miserably as each second unveiled, When I sat on the summit of the astronomically towering mountain; I felt the entire world was a box of insipid matchsticks; drank air into my lungs like a man inhaling his last breath, When I sat at whisker lengths from my beloved; I felt infernos of invincible passion entrench my countenance; an irrefutable longing in my lips to caress her rubicund cheeks, When I sat in front of the Creator's idol; I felt blessed in every single respect of existing life; emerged victorious from behind my vicious cloudburst of gloom; to spread the true essence of happiness, While it was only when I sat close to my mother; that I felt I was the strongest man on this earth; divulging to her whatever circulated in the inner most compartments of my heart; and it was here that my world came to an abrupt end; and it was here that I discovered my true identity; and it was here that I slept immortally without the slightest of fear.

[consacro]

“You’ve come back? I thought for sure you’d stay back in your own home, with your family.”

They welcome the pair nonetheless, but it was a surprise to see Wild and Fulmine returning after The Ringleader’s fall. They were sure that its queer magic would no longer have a hold over them.

Also interestingly..Wild no longer had a mask. They could tell that the Reshiram was still unable to control his temperature. How interesting. Seemed even three Allfathers had no way of repairing it.

“Yeah, We’ve got Origin’s Blessing though....And Zeus..and Jina... ..”

Fulmine laughed, holding out her arm as a set of bangles flashed to life before disappearing again. Likewise, Wild had matching accessories.

“Apparently it’ll let us jump around to other parallels. I think..I think Origin realized we weren’t..normal, in the sense of their lands. We’re not morphs, and I think that set Windace on edge. Of course, we still visit them. They are family, but the era of morphs is dying out, and I don’t think they’re ready to recognize they’re the last few members of a dying breed.”

Morphs? A dying breed? Oh, Empress just had to ask about this, summoning Elmine as the quizzical Deoxys prepared to record their archives too. They motion for him to continue. To explain.

“Pokemorphs,  it doesn’t seem like this parallel fell prey to that type of experimentation, but ours did. Taking the genetic code of pokemon and ...well...”

“They were implanted in humans, either young children or embryos. I believe this was the precursor type of experimentation to creating the likes of Mewtwo.”

Fulmine was the one to speak, her fists gripped as she spoke. Still, the Zekrom continued.

“When it became public, the types of things Rocket had been doing, there was mass chaos. Riots, raids, storms, humans uproared, turned on one another. Eventually, the experiments to create such entities was finally shut down, anyone caught with so much as a single line of notes can be arrested. Windace and the others..they’re no longer pokemon - they were never human, and they’re hardly mortal now.”

“They are dying out. Becoming more human, more pokemon, but they’re never going to be able to go back to the “pokemorph” they were born as. They’re too genetically compromised for it.”

He didn’t like thinking about it, but they were family.

“I fear the day Origin is forced to abandon that world as we have.”

[versatilepoetry]

What Is A Poem?

A poem is; an everlasting ocean of poignant empathy; that envelops you in winds of insatiable euphoria and tantalizingly rhapsodic caress, A poem is; a marvelous compilation of majestic art; cascading like the most opulent river of happiness; in your times of morbidly murderous gloom, A poem is; a cloudburst of tumultuously piquant emotions; forever and irrefutably ensuring that; you kept gallivanting ahead with the delectably pristine ardor of life, A poem is; a fathomless canvas of vivacious color and ingratiating charm; deluging every cranny of your ludicrously impoverished existence; with all mesmerizing goodness; stupendously overpowering the atmosphere, A poem is; a wave of glorious royalty that romantically sweeps across your dreary nerves every dawn; titillates you into fireballs of untamed imagination; all throughout the fabric of the voluptuously enchanting night, A poem is; the most grandiloquently flaming epitome of triumph; harboring you in its invincible belly of endless fantasy; nourishing each iota of your blood; like a sacrosanct mother, A poem is; a boisterously humming bee of ecstatic jubilation; diffusing the profound sweetness of mystical existence; on whichever path you chose to philanthropically tread, A poem is; an unfathomable myriad of enigmatic undulations; intriguingly weaving through unsurpassable joy and inexplicable gloom in life; alike, A poem is; the most embellished form of written expression; catapulting you to infinite kilometers above the divinely conglomerate of celestial clouds; to bask in the unprecedented glory of priceless learning, A poem is; an incomprehensible mountain of intrepid philosophy; the most turbulently ebullient portrayal of the mind; body and blissfully philandering soul, A poem is; a symbol of ubiquitous harmony; uniting civilizations irrespective of caste; creed or color from all across the fathomless planet; in its invincible blanket of humanity; alike, A poem is; an unequivocal path of righteousness that transpires you to wholeheartedly pursue your gorgeous curtain spread of benevolent dreams; your spice to passionately embrace life and lifeless sleep; romantically and alike, A poem is; an unrelenting thunderbolt of perennial desire; encapsulating your diabolically dwindling bones; with the eternal fervor to exhilaratedly leap forward in vibrant life, A poem is; the sacrosanct constituent of a writers imagination; his intransigent propensity and heavenly fodder; to compassionately lead a countless more exotic lives, A poem is; a boundlessly ardent craving for harmonious bliss to impregnably descend; incarcerating all those disastrously devastated; with the incredulously ingratiating melody in its rhythm, A poem is; a resplendently twinkling sky of perpetual yearning; showering its rain of unparalleled enthusiasm; upon every quarter of this earth; besieged with horrifically debilitating darkness, A poem is; a magical whirlpool of fervently diffusing breath; that instills Omnipotent life; even in the most languidly ungainly and satanically maimed, A poem is; a tantalizingly seducing princess; grandiloquently culminating into a mist of fascinating desire and astoundingly bountiful grace; on every iota of space; she blessedly blended with, Over and above all; A poem is; the innermost fulmination of the immortally throbbing heart; transcending well above the boundaries of conventionally parasitic form; rule and structure; every true artists desire to take indefatigably breath for; abnegating his last trace of life for it; only to rejoice with it perpetually in realms of Omnipresent heaven.

[versatilepoetry]

Ultimate Master

Nobody understood the incomprehensible agony in my mind; the volcanic fountain of disdainful thoughts it was encapsulated with every unveiling minute, Nobody understood the inexplicable misery blended with my blood; traversing faster than the speed of white light as I tread on the surface of this colossal earth, Nobody understood the wretched dreams I had even while wandering under brilliant sunshine; the insurmountable fatigue experienced by my conglomerate of frigid nerves, Nobody understood the insane madness which destroyed my every fantasy which was stupendously beautiful; converted my blissful existence into inconspicuous bits of threadbare ash, Nobody understood the thunderous growling of my stomach; inspite of it being inundated till the brim with a battalion of salubriously appetizing food, Nobody understood the irascible pounding on my heart; the tumultuous fury permeating it belligerently from all sides, Nobody understood the unsurpassable repertoire of effusive desire welling up prolifically in my soul; the uncanny wavering it underwent every unfurling moment of the day, Nobody understood the horrendously wavering apathy in my voice; the fire balls of blood enigmatically encompassing my eyes, Nobody understood the frantic bouts of desperation I experienced in a single night; the deplorable gloom which surfaced cyclonically on my tongue; just as I opened my mouth to talk, Nobody understood the cowardice in my foot steps; the incredulously augmented fear in my stride; although I trespassed directly beneath the storm and completely bare-chested, Nobody understood the relentless string of dilemma's I was confronted with; the overwhelming myriad of infinite questions my mind asked me inevitably each moment, Nobody understood the blood curling screams that punctured through the slim walls of my intricate eardrum; rendering me deaf even in the midst of themost deafening commotion and boisterously blaring traffic, Nobody understood the fathomless island of needles fulminating in my brain; the piquantly sizzling potpourri of lunatic ideas that devastated me in sheer helplessness; standing like an infant on cold ground, Nobody understood the unrelenting tyranny with which my body was whipped in freezing air; the invisible barricades of thorns; that kept cropping as I alighted my each step, Nobody understood the cloudburst of crimson blood that poured on my countenance in turbulent spurts; the acrimoniously pugnacious battlefield of emotions that kept dreaming my last ounce of vital strength, Nobody understood the mystical emptiness that engulfed my diminutive body; the satanically gleaming swords which kept ripping through my throat as time gradually unveiled, Nobody understood the gruesome blackness which capsized me even at the onset of sweltering afternoon; the ocean of perspiration which indefatigably kept dribbling down my persona without the slightest of control or holistic respite, Nobody understood the unprecedented bleariness that entrenched my vision; the alarmingly hopeless light that awaited me with hands fully outstretched; even as the world outside walked at regular pace, But there was indeed a person who understood me above all else in this Universe; and although I didn't possess the power to witness his Omniscient grace; Nevertheless I still considered him my best friend; an entity to whom I would always bow down in timid submission; a sacrosanct idol I would always keep praying to; as my "Ultimate Master"; my "Supreme Creator".

[versatilepoetry]

The Sound Of The Heart

The sound of barking dogs brought alongwith it; overwhelming morbidity; a wave of heinous viciousness; that indefatigably triggered you to explore the cannibal entrapped in your conscience, The sound of cascading rain brought alongwith it; tantalizing spurts of rhapsody; making you euphorically gallop forward in the scintillating exuberance of vibrant life, The sound of the whistling train brought alongwith it; the untamed spirit of exhilarating adventure; when you traversed like a king; incessantly embarking upon an expedition of sparkling newness, The sound of the falling leaves brought alongwith it; a nostalgically forlorn feeling of dilapidation; as you uncontrollably withered in destructive imagery; regretfully shunning all corridors of optimistic hope and bountiful cheer, The sound of the fulminating volcano brought alongwith it; a tumultuously vindictive wave of malicious prejudice; as you sizzled in the unremitting heat of abhorrent war and parasitic vice, The sound of the melodious nightingale brought alongwith it; a wind of stupendously everlasting calm; blissfully soothing the unfathomable mountain of your bizarrely frazzled senses; with the ointment of insatiable empathy, The sound of the winking eyelids brought alongwith it; ardent fireballs of mischievous flirtation; as you surreptitiously philandered behind the Sun soaked hills; with the seductively nubile maidens of your choice, The sound of the roaring lion brought alongwith it; unassailably flamboyant domination; as you blazed more tenaciously than the orange oven of Sun; basking in the unsurpassable glory of your benign success, The sound of the chirping sparrow brought alongwith it; ebulliently ecstatic jubilation; instilling in you the uninhibited freedom to envelop yourself in fervent carpets of unending boisterousness, The sound of the gurgling fountain brought alongwith it; harmoniously symbiotic prosperity; which unequivocally taught you to embrace all tribes irrespective of religion; caste; creed; in synergistic unison; and alike, The sound of the majestic eagle brought alongwith it; unprecedented puffs of enthrallment; a perennial desire in you to royally soar through the golden entrenchment of clouds; breathed in the mists of desire for times immemorial, The sound of marching soldiers brought alongwith it; cloudbursts of irrefutably glorious patriotism; an intrinsically overpowering sensation in your persona; to unflinchingly fight for your sacrosanct motherland, The sound of ticking clock brought alongwith it; a fathomless civilization of endless meticulousness; impregnating in you the sagacious pragmatism; to diligently execute all your duties of the enigmatically unveiling day, The sound of the unruly crow brought alongwith it; an unrelenting ocean of mortifying disgrace; as you felt like abnegating every iota of charisma and glorious charm; forever from the innermost recesses of your impoverished demeanor, The sound of the reverberating lightening brought alongwith it; perpetually augmenting and magnetic excitement; as you felt the inferno of titillating yearning rise like new born infant; bubbling like white fire through every ingredient of your crimson blood, The sound of singing children brought alongwith it; impeccably satiny righteousness; profoundly incinerating in you the immaculate light of timeless innocence; to be alive as the ultimate harbinger of benign humanity, The sound of indolent pigs brought alongwith it; fading horizons of languidly decaying and capricious nothingness; as a arrow of wastrel insignificance perpetuated you from all sides; inevitably drawing each bone of your dreary countenance; towards a world of sleep and stinkingly greasy dirt, The sound of passionate breath brought alongwith it; an unconquerable dawn of resplendently proliferating evolution; triggering in you the most priceless desire to live; and astoundingly procreate boundless more of your own holistic kind, And the sound of thunderous heartbeats brought alongwith it; an immortally everlasting sky of glistening love; which not only encapsulated you; but the entire living kind; in irrefutably invincible threads of ever-pervading humanity.

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The Human Mind Is Unbelievable

Delving infinite kilometers even above the satiny clouds; rhapsodically exploring blue bits of mystical atmosphere, Dancing beneath silvery beams of moon light; with an overwhelmingly uncanny urge to probe into paths never transgressed on, Envisaging beyond ordinary anecdotes of mundane life; fervently wanting to sky rocket to the absolute edge of the whirling tornado, Intriguingly cracking infinite enigmas of existence; yet insatiably desiring to lay its hands on countless more puzzles loitering in sinister doom, O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease. Ardently desiring to slip into a fantasy which never ends; witnessing a cloudburst of mesmerizing dreams even under the most stringently sweltering rays of Sunshine, Galloping at a speed faster than that of dazzling light; chasing the shadows which lingered even in themost obsoletely dilapidated corners of free space, Blending with an unending myriad of tunes; evolving boundless rhymes simply out of thin bits of air, Plummeting several feet beneath raw soil; unrelentingly searching for the remotest traces of alluring exoticism, O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease. Insurmountably functioning all day like the vivaciously ticking clock; getting more vociferous than thunderbolts of lightening leaping down from the unfathomably vast sky, Flapping its wings into the territory which appeared to be the most treacherously unknown; feeling every inconspicuous object sprawled in vicinity, Drawn inevitably towards the inexplicably colossal; unrestricted in movement of any kind or form, Slithering like an untamed reptile; unpredictably loitering in a dense forest of its vividly everlasting perceptions, O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease. Performing a dance of profusely enchanting melody every unfurling second; inquisitive about each new aspect in the game called life, Roaring thunderously like a striped panther towards the winds of oblivion; fulminating like an uninhibited volcano when stirred at times, Innovating relentlessly; with an inexorably longing to embark on fathomless new expeditions in the course of existence, Imbibing whatever might be even of the most infinitesimal interest to its cells; probing indefatigably into every conceivable vista of freshly rejuvenating energy, O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease.

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The Best Of The Best Of The Infinite Best

I didn't want to be like the best ocean on this Universe; unrelentingly kissing nothing else but the gloriously pristine shores, I didn't want to be like the best mountain on this Universe; unassailably towering like an unflinching citadel; even in the most hedonistically acrimonious of maelstroms, I didn't want to be like the best forest on this Universe; mystically swishing to the exuberantly enigmatic winds of time; all night and beautiful day, I didn't want to be like the best pearl on this Universe; unconquerably enthralling even the most treacherously alien; with my resplendently majestic shimmer and shine, I didn't want to be like the best statue on this Universe; indefatigably having a gargantuan battalion of impeccable devotees; flocking my feet in humble obeisance and perennially round the clock, I didn't want to be like the best flower on this Universe; unbelievably pacifying even the most horrendously unlimited trace of pain; with my stupendously royal scent, I didn't want to be like the best cloud on this Universe; perpetually deluging every disconcertingly bereaved cranny of parched earth; with my exotically tantalizing raindrops, I didn't want to be like the best watch on this Universe; nonplussing even the most astonishingly ingenious of organisms with my timelessly ticking and invincible perfection, I didn't want to be like the best dwelling on this Universe; assimilating even the most infinitesimally insipid beauty of this romantically panoramic planet; in my blissfully compassionate swirl, I didn't want to be like the best artist on this Universe; miraculously churning an unfathomable ocean of godliness; even in the most inanely pulverized scrap of impoverished paper, I didn't want to be like the best philosopher on this Universe; with even the most indomitable of superpowers bowing down like flaccid mice; on my incongruously bohemian feet, I didn't want to be like the best bird on this Universe; magically sailing like an impregnable prince through even portions above azure sky; stooping down with extraordinarily nonchalant ease; to pluck at the fish of my choice, I didn't want to be like the best clown on this Universe; perpetuating even the most drearily dying entity; to fulminate into a cloudburst of enchantingly newborn laughter, I didn't want to be like the best prodigy on this Universe; perpetually shutting the mouths of every single entity elder to me with my uncannily inimitable charisma; and right since the very first cry of my life, I didn't want to be like the best adventurer on this Universe; intrepidly singing through an indefatigable number of arcane twists and turns; fearlessly snoozing with the snakes all throughout the heart of iridescently twinkling midnight, I didn't want to be like the best lover on this Universe; altruistically sacrificing my infinite lives and breath; for the person I so impregnably cherished and loved, I didn't want to be like the best fragrance on this Universe; incredulously titillating one and all handsomely alike; with my eternally spell binding scent, I didn't want to be like the best luminary on this Universe; perennially radiating and marvelously serenaded; by unshakable cynosure; cynosure and just relentless cynosure, I just wanted to be myself; I just wanted to be the human I was destined to be; For in the first case no entity tangible or intangible; no organism or human on this planet could ever be or ever dream of being the best; as the " Best" would perpetually remain the Almighty Lord who had created them all, All of them as a holistically symbiotic institutions in themselves; blissfully proliferating the mantra's of his sacrosanct existence; but still ethereally infinitesimal molecules when compared to his Omnipotent stature; as HE was the only ULTIMATE; the only BEST OF THE BEST OF THE INFINITE BEST.

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Simply Not Enough

When I held a fat slab of wax in blistering fire; it painstakingly melted as the passionate flames kissed its dainty periphery; eventually reducing to a pool of solitary liquid, When I held a trunk of seasoned wood in blazing waves of orange fire; the timber mercilessly charred into embers of raw ash; as the seconds unveiled by and the heat augmented to tumultuous proportions, When I held a mountain of blank paper in the menacing swirl of the pugnacious fire; all that was left of them was profoundly black soot; inconspicuous threads of fluff as the vicious plumes licked them from all sides, When I held a field of silky cotton in the sweltering ball of fire; the magnificent cloth evaporated into a thick cloud of white smoke; blended with the open sky as the fire galloped at the fire galloped at fierce pace, When I held a dungeon of gold biscuits and jewels in the belligerent hell of fire; all that remained after a few seconds; was a golden stream of orphaned pale yellow; that floated unceremoniously through the granules of soil, When I held a cluster of ravishing fruits and succulent berries in the heart of the vindictively escalating fire; there was onerous difficulty to search even for the seeds; a few minutes after the hostile flames attacked from all sides, When I held a conglomerate of coiled wires in the ominous conflagration of unrelenting fire; all that was left after a while was dilapidated fragments of shattered metal; overwhelmingly disrupted by the towering heat, When I held a cabin of scintillating glass in the forest of inexorably savage fire; the same people who used to throng it incessantly to admire their tantalizing silhouettes; now ran miles away after sighting their horrendously distorted reflection, When I held a fleet of swanky automobile in the center of the whirlwind speed fire; there was a deafeningly thunderous bang that occurred; and what once seemed to be the princely cavalcade of cars now exploded and disappeared into plumes of black smoke, When I held a festoon of scarlet roses in the repugnant blanket of brutal fire; all that remained after fractions seconds of time was inconspicuous globules of ash; and the scent which was once supremely redolent now resembled that emanating from the morbid graveyard, When I held an ocean of sweet milk in flamboyant wisps of fire; an obnoxiously burnt stench blended with the still atmosphere; and the solvent which once was ubiquitously known all round the globe for its superlatively salubrious properties; the impregnable strength it imparted after consuming it; now appeared like threateningly dark paint dribbling down slowly from the walls, When I held a sac of robust potatoes in the thick of fulminating fire; all that I got to eat after an hour was gruesomely charred stone; pathetic slices of dust that arose in bountiful amounts all around, When I held the majestic tusks of elephant in the throes of the animatedly leaping fire; all that remained after a day was diminutive shells of utterly hopeless despair; being swept away with even the most tiniest draught of wind, When I held the royal castle in the middle of the agonizingly volatile fire; the place replicated a barren farmland after a few days; and people trespassing around thought that something fresh needed to be constructed; that some crops needed to be freshly sowed, When I held the exorbitantly opulent bank in the agitated island of springing fire; the unfathomable notes of currency wailed in inevitable gloom; and what was once a colossal storehouse for satisfying the most infinitesimal of people's needs; now lay buried several feet beneath the dust, When I held an insurmountably long rope of tangy toothpaste in the entrenchment of boiling fire; there initially wafted an incomprehensibly poignant aroma in the air; soon to be replaced by winds of rotten fish scent, When I held a mammoth box of matchsticks in the body of venomously rising fire; there reverberated a noise that was greater than a thousand bombs; as the sticks incinerated instantaneously into a cloudburst of unending flames; irrevocably refraining to subside, When I held a billion follicles of mesmerizing hair in the belly of acrimoniously stringent fire; the resultant fibers that came out were so profoundly scarred; that even the ghoulish faced witch refrained to adorn them, But when I held me and my beloved in the core of the same treacherous fire; its flames no doubt pulverized our bodies to a pair of frugal bones; but were simply not enough make even the slightest of dent on our immortal love; the perpetual harmony and bliss in which our souls existed for unsurpassable times together; even after our death.

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Poured

The conglomerate of sinister black clouds in the cosmos; poured cloudbursts of torrential rain, The blazing body of flamboyantly ferocious Sun; poureda garland of profoundly enchanting and fulminating light, The voluptuously crested nightingale seated on the fir tree; poured a stream of seductively melodious sounds, The lanky candlestick sizzling in an inferno of handsomely dancing flames; poured an unrelenting river of delectably pearly wax, The Moon tantalizingly impregnated amidst the quilt of resplendent stars; poured an ocean of uninhibited and milky white beams, The island of alluringly scarlet roses; poured a valley of stupendously wonderful and exotic redolence, The oyster held up high in the sky; poured an incredulously enticing volley of immaculately captivating pearls, The mind at absolute bliss; poured an unfathomable terrain of emphatically varied and enigmatically tingling fantasy, The fountain pen inundated with sapphire pools of poignant ink; poured a royal lake of majestically embellished and passionate words, The cat perched agitatedly on the spiky fence; poured an innocuous string of yelps and effusive 'Meows', The gigantic tree standing domineeringly on the isolated hill; poured a cavalcade of rhapsodic berries and bountiful fruits, The mouth at divinely harmony; poured a tunnel of mesmerizing sound and fabulously fascinating rhyme, The eye encapsulated by astronomically escalating jubilation; poured a rainbow of ebulliently glistening tears, The body inevitably imprisoned by a whirlpool of tumultuously fiery romance; poured a waterfall of overwhelmingly volatile sweat, The scores of Mother cow's marching placidly through the meadows; poured painstakingly a lake of impeccably frosty and celestial milk, The wedding album lying obsolete for decades on the profusely dusty shelf; poured a tale of nostalgically animated fantasy which permeated through the inner most compartments of my soul, The wildly philandering panther; poured a tale of thunderously deafening roar; petrifying even the most minuscule of organism in vicinity till the last bone down their spine, The nose drowned in unprecedentedly obsessive compassion; poured a dungeon of piquantly pepped up and moist air, And the heart ever since the time it had started to throb; ever since the time it had first palpitated to commence beautiful life; poured only immortal love; would continue to do so intensifying with each beat; even after the world comes to an abrupt end.

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Paradise

Paradise was in your eyes; if they unsurpassably harbored the feeling of philanthropic benevolence for all mankind, Paradise was in your lips; if they gave a smile to your impoverished comrades in inexplicable pain; flooding their tottering lives with unprecedented happiness, Paradise was in your voice; if it disseminated the essence of immortal peace; pacified the tyrannized agony of the innocent deprived; with the benign melody in your sound, Paradise was in your shoulders; if they hoisted all those orphaned shivering disastrously on barren streets; towards the ultimate summit of bountiful prosperity, Paradise was in your palms; if they blessed all those destitutes obnoxiously battered in life; molding their vibrant destinies; with the insurmountable tenacity of your fingers, Paradise was in your ears; if they profoundly heard the disastrously augmenting wails of the impeccable in distress; gushing like an untamed whirlwind; to be their messiah in their hour of tumultuous discomfort, Paradise was in your emotions; if they were fulminated turbulently for withering mankind; profusely commiserating with both ecstasy as well as pain, Paradise was in your fantasy; if it incessantly revolved round making this planet a better place to exist; culminated into a fountain of astronomical sacrifice and goodwill, Paradise was in your lids; if they enlightened the lives of the deplorably frustrated; winking and thereby triggering insatiable cloudbursts of desire, Paradise was in your shadow; if it overwhelmingly calmed down irascible discrimination; sequestered dying man in its compassionate swirl, Paradise was in your flesh; if it ignited fireballs of intransigent passion; in the lives of those frigidly hovering like ghastly ghosts; without their soul mates, Paradise was in your bones; if they magnanimously bore the load of tangible organisms in pain and traumatic torture; carrying them indefatigably; till the time they acquired the fortitude to construct their own abode in life, Paradise was in your wealth; if it was unequivocally used to alleviate dwindling humanity; scrap the essence of malnourishment and stinking poverty; from the trajectory of this fathomless Universe, Paradise was in your blood; if it flowed uninhibitedlyfor your countrymen in horrendous despair; becoming the unfathomable resilience of their bodies; to fight against evil infiltrating their serene kind, Paradise was in your soul; if it existed for centuries immemorial; combating the devil with its irrefutable spirit of truth; every time that it dared to vindictively arise, Paradise was in your conscience; if it fought for unconquerable righteousness all night and day; towering above the clouds like an embellished prince; after affording the same to all its fellow beings; incarcerated in webs of malice, Paradise was in your breath; if it ardently instilled life in the immaculately lifeless; reinvigorate devastatingly shattered lives with the scent of exuberant newness, And paradise was in your heart; if it took an infinite more births for the person it loved; ensuring that the waves of immortal love; formed invincible bonds; uniting the rich and poor alike; from even the most remotest corners of this boundless planet.

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Loved By Her Love

My proudest desire; was to be relentlessly desired by her mystically voluptuous eyes; whether they stared lamely into exotic space; or whether they shut themselves into a boundlessly celestial reverie, My proudest possession; was to be intransigently possessed by her seductively enamoring arms; the compassionate whirlpools of fragrant moisture; that tumultuously encapsulated the inside of her palms, My proudest fantasy; was to be insatiably fantasized by her intriguingly spell binding brain; become an integral part of her every sensuously titillating dream, My proudest philosophy; was to be ardently philosophized by her philanthropically benign countenance; as she disseminated every element of goodness in my impoverished soul; to the most fathomless corners of this enchanting earth, My proudest voice; was to be indefatigably voiced by her melodiously blissful throat; become the poignant rudiments of every sound; that emanated from her rubicund tongue, My proudest certificate; was to be irrefutably certified by her impeccably majestic grace; as she not only made me feel the opulently blessed organism alive; but marvelously vanquished even the most inadvertently committed sins; of my past life, My proudest symbol; was to be unequivocally symbolized by her piquantly perpetual senses; as she tirelessly traced every disastrously trembling contour of my body; till infinite kilometers beyond the land of; bountifully everlasting paradise, My proudest charm; was to be miraculously charmed by her Omnipotent presence; blend every element of my staggeringly debilitated persona; with her magnetically sacrosanct; religion of humanity, My proudest aspiration; was to be irrevocably aspired by her seductively dancing footsteps; become every silken path on which she tread her; fabulously fervent grace, My proudest poetry; was to be unrelentingly poeticized by her ecstatically gushing tears of unprecedented happiness; become every landscape of fantastically flowering beauty; which she magnificently sketched on the; gloriously barren canvas, My proudest obsession; was to be overwhelmingly obsessed by every droplet of Omnisciently crimson blood that traversed like thunderbolts of white lightening through her veins; become everything that she caressed in the tenure of her; blissfully endowed lifetime, My proudest purification; was to be sagaciously purified by her patriotically marching stride; as she conquered even the most diminutive speck of evil in the atmosphere; with the unfathomable river of empathy; in her mesmerizing conscience, My proudest feeling; was to be incessantly felt by her harmoniously godly fingers; escalate to the most eternal clouds of steaming romance; as she magically spun the web of her untamed yearning; around every famished pore of my dreary silhouette, My proudest perception; was to be timelessly perceived by the unsurpassable flames of belonging in her redolent chest; gyrate as the only angel of her life; in the immaculate whites of her eyes, My proudest teaching; was to be prudently taught by her magnanimously righteous grace; become every ubiquitously priceless principle of mankind; that she diffused like a Goddess; to the remotest corner of this colossal planet, My proudest light; was to be magnetically lighted by the lamp of her perennially augmenting ebullience; as she uncontrollably fulminated into cloudbursts of sheer euphoria; at the tiniest of my caress, My proudest reflection; was to be emphatically reflected in every glimmer that marvelously radiated from her flamboyantly bedazzling sweat; become every line of destiny wonderfully besieging her Omnipresent hands, My proudest breath; was to be impregnably breathed by her ardently blazing nostrils; become every iota of ravishing air which she inhaled; into the realms of her innocuously heaving chest, My proudest love; was to be immortally loved by her unassailably charismatic heart; perpetually live and die; with its handsomely palpitating beats; alike.

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Life Gives Birth To Happiness

Clouds give birth to tantalizing droplets of rain; pacifying the murderous agony of scorching desert sands, Rose gives birth to stupendously ravishing fragrance; casting a spell of unconquerable happiness in those lives; deluged with horrendous despair, Sun gives birth to magnificently flamboyant rays; filtering a path of profuse optimism in every space; tottering towards helpless extinction, Soil gives birth to rhapsodic fountains of fruit and water; ensuring that none remained disastrously famished; for centuries immemorial, Ocean gives birth to tantalizingly tangy globules of salt; inundating drab existence with cloudbursts of spice and insurmountable poignancy, Stars give birth to an incredulously serene calm; miraculously metamorphosing the complexion of the ghastly night; into one shimmering with milky pearls, Leaves give birth to exuberantly fluttering breeze; enveloping dreary souls in its ebulliently vociferous swirl; as it merrily whipped by, Benevolence gives birth to invincible humanity; incessantly reigning as the supreme leader; even as the planet entangled in webs of lechery and salacious malice, Freedom gives birth to the innermost expression; the mesmerizing fulmination of a persons senses; which propels him to blissfully lead an infinite more lives, Mother gives birth to the perpetually divine; the immaculately wailing offspring for which; God's specially descended down from fathomless cosmos to bless, Truth gives birth to harmonious unity; organisms from all across the unfathomable planet; embracing each other irrespective of prejudice; caste or creed, Honesty gives birth to intransigent conviction; an astronomical within the most feeble of entities; to catapult to the pinnacle of ultimate success, Fantasy gives birth to turbulently seductive desire; relentlessly exploring and absorbing the unsurpassable beauty lingering on this planet, Perseverance gives birth to glorious rays of newness; evolving and achieving even the most inconspicuous of your philanthropic dream; as golden perspiration trickled under the sweltering Sun, Faith gives birth to the incomprehensibly unbelievable; with man successfully shooting to the summit of the impossible; uttering the name of the entity he adored, Conscience gives birth to irrefutable righteousness; which the even the entire wealth on this spuriously bombastic world; miserably failed to purchase, Eyes give birth to profoundly caressing empathy; wholeheartedly commiserating and bonding; with even the most remotest of alien in devastating pain, Love gives birth to indispensably precious survival; the everlasting spirit to celestially exist; beyond ones ordinary time, And life gives birth to perennial happiness; an unconquerably sacred joy and bliss that makes each birth; exist in symbiotic synergy with the bountifully divine.

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Just A Single Beat -part 2

It took an infinite droplets of frosty salt; to evolve the majestically fathomless ocean; ravishingly undulating with unfathomable cocoons of tantalizing waves, It took an infinite specks of salubrious soil; to evolve the unsurpassably towering mountain; handsomely kissing the clouds with its profoundly mesmerizing summits, It took an infinite puffs of ebullient mist; to evolve the voluptuously crimson conglomerate of clouds; uninhibitedly pelting down cloudbursts of rhapsodically exuberant rain, It took an infinite twigs of curled mysticism; to evolve the boundlessly enigmatic forests; regally harboring an indefatigable fleet of striped panthers and red ant; symbiotically alike, It took an infinite blades of robust grass; to evolve the timelessly enchanting meadow; ingratiatingly blooming under golden rays of the; frolicking afternoon Sun, It took an infinite pinches of fortified cement; to evolve the incomprehensibly escalating spires of the marvelously magnificent edifice; pragmatically sequestering countless corporate offices in its colossal belly, It took an infinite drops of profusely scarlet blood; to evolve the most indispensable nerve centers of the body; incessantly perpetuate the exhilarating elixir of vibrant life, It took an infinite repertoire of dexterous variations; to evolve the miraculous mantra for irrefutably unconquerable success; perennially blazing forward in uninhibitedly invincible glory, It took an infinite brain cells; to evolve the most fabulously spell binding and intriguing innovations; possessing the vivacious piquancy to blissfully metamorphose the complexion of this mammoth planet, It took an infinite threads of satiny silk; to evolve the fascinatingly titillating web; in which gloriously danced the charismatically vivid legs; of the pot-bellied tarantula, It took an infinite rays of blistering light; to evolve the profusely fulminating island of the Sun; Omnisciently placating the traumatized agonies of one and all alike; with its unassailable festoon of brilliant hope, It took an infinite shades of impeccable compassion; to evolve the fountain of pricelessly sacrosanct milk; royally oozing the most impregnable panacea to lead; inexplicably enthralling life, It took an infinite sky of tumultuous spice; to evolve the endless field of euphorically green chili; inundating worthlessly lackadaisical lives; with the reinvigorating expedition of existence, It took an infinite entrenchment of surreptitious seduction; to evolve the inscrutably ardent shadows; sweeping like the princess of eternity; across every beleaguered cranny of this gigantic Universe, It took an infinite draughts of boisterously optimistic wind; to evolve the fabulously torrential maelstrom; encapsulating every drearily lugubrious soul; in the magic of its insatiably redolent artistry, It took an infinite compendium of incredulous solutions; to articulately crack the tyrannically penalizing maze; rhapsodically free all incarcerated innocent from; the aisles of horrifically unprecedented treachery, It took an infinite elements of undefeatable righteousness; to evolve the most spectacularly aristocratic fireball of glorious truth; looming unconquerably large over every other thing; on this boundless planet, It took an infinite balloons of replenishing breath; to evolve the most divinely chapter of beautiful life; mesmerizing one and all on this unending planet with the spirit of; splendidly Omnipotent creation, But believe me for it was not I; but the Almighty Lord who said; that it just took a single beat of the passionately palpitating heart to fall in immortal love; eternally embrace all living kind with the essence of equality and alike, So what are you waiting for? Just open your hearts a trifle; and let all astounding beauty and heavenly love on this earth; be forever always be yours and mine.

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Infinite Infinity

An island which you incessantly dream of; but miserably failed to reach, A height which is so unsurpassable; that each step you clamber; still found you on obdurate chunks of rock bottom ground, A size so astronomically colossal; that is beyond the definitions of any size or veritable proportion, A tunnel so perpetually unending; that perennial blackness engulfed you even if you took birth relentlessly; for countless centuries, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the ALMIGHTY CREATOR resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity. A wave so mammoth; that rose and handsomely swirled even unimaginable kilometers above the vivacious clouds, A ray so unprecedented; that indefatigably pierced even the most obsolete corner of this Universe with its overwhelmingly stringent light, A shadow so profoundly mystical; that refrained to subside even after the ghastly blanket of profuse darkness; had wholesomely set in, A voice so incredulously echoing; that it kept eluding you unrelentingly as it collided like a fulminating tornado against the cold rocks, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity. A book so incomprehensibly long; that you remained on the front page; even after browsing for decades unfathomable, A painting so enigmatically fascinating; that each time you saw it; it metamorphosed into a myriad of fathomless shades, A tree so astoundingly gigantic; that kept blossoming and proliferating into innumerable branches; as each second unfurled, A storm so cyclonic; which continued even after the entire planet had slept; caressing every object on this globe with passionate cloudbursts of breeze, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity. A mountain with its summit augmenting till times beyond eternity; stretching over the most bizarre point of imagination, A fantasy tumultuously surpassing the realms of unbelievable perception; incorrigibly refraining to quell even after inevitable death, A cloud whispering an unending tale of existence; with majestic streaks of white lightening royally encompassing every tangible and intangible entity in the inferno of its untamed ferocity, A mission impossible for anyone to comprehend even an inconspicuous fraction of; a challenge which even the mightiest of mighty pathetically floundered to accomplish, A song which tirelessly continues to inexplicably haunt every living being; right since the first day of nascent life, A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity.

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Immortally Living art.

To procreate countless more of your kind was inherently natural; but to instill in them the irrefutably invincible principles of mankind; was a majestically impeccable art, To replenish your stomach with all tantalizingly piquant food on this Universe was inevitably natural; but to scrupulously digest them and yet sparkle into an ocean of celestially rubicund health; was a perseveringly magical art, To transit into a heavenly slumber and fantasize uninhibitedly about all ingratiating exoticism on this planet was blissfully natural; but to manifest all those spell binding dreams into an eternal reality; was an unassailably enduring art, To listen to the fulminating voices of your intrepid soul was poignantly natural; but to invincibly march forward in united patriotism to annihilate the last iota of evil from your sacrosanct motherland; was an indefatigably resplendent art, To euphorically bathe at the commencement of brilliant Sunshine was iridescently natural; but to utilize every bit of your marvelously sparkling freshness to enlighten all despicably bereaved humanity; was an ebulliently gutsy art, To dance till eternity in times of ecstatic jubilation was exuberantly natural; but to ubiquitously disseminate the same unending happiness in every dwelling besieged with horrifically remorseful despair; was a handsomely philanthropic art, To wholeheartedly immerse yourself in your very own religion was holistically natural; but to unequivocally preach the religion of humanity till the last breath of your existing life; was a grandiloquently benign art, To encapsulate your entire persona with ravishing petals of rose and insatiably overwhelming scent was scintillatingly natural; but to waft the Omnipotent scent of coalesced mankind; on every murderously manipulative cranny of this earth; was a timelessly mesmerizing art, To profoundly enjoy the divinely melody in the atmosphere was quintessentially natural; but to tirelessly propagate every element of your ebullience to all those miserably crippled and penurious destitute; was a glitteringly humanitarian art, To sight umpteenth galleries of wonderfully serene objects around you was instinctively natural; but to altruistically become the walking stick of all those horrendously penalized and gruesomely blind; was a miraculously Omniscient art, To sagaciously invest all your fathomless treasuries of wealth in the best possible gains was prudently natural; but to chivalrously dissipate even a minuscule fraction of your opulence to the service of the devastatingly deprived; was a perpetually sacred art, To joyously gallop through fields of flirtatiously sensuous freedom was flamboyantly natural; but to hoist all those bereft of hands and feet to destinations transcending the land of paradise; was a benevolently bequeathing art, To cling to the lap of your mother whenever you felt gorily shattered was incomprehensibly natural; but to perennially ensure that the entire planet irrevocably clung to the strings of enchanting humanity; was a gloriously princely art, To harmoniously augment the granaries of crimson blood in your countenance was poignantly natural; but to selflessly shed the same for your countrymen incarcerated with treacherous despair; was a glitteringly Omnipresent art, To decorate your pristinely barren skin with royal pearls and ornaments was splendidly natural; but to stupendously embellish the fabric of all despicably dithering mankind with untamed cloudbursts of love; was a ubiquitously charismatic art, To act candidly and in synergy with the voice of your intransigently righteous conscience was intrinsically natural; but to wholesomely decimate the salacious web of lies from every corner of this earth with the voice of unconquerably impeccable truth; was a royally regale art, To tranquilly inhale air all round the clock and with the most prolific of intensity was indispensably natural; but to aristocratically placate the brutally traumatized agony of all those miserably divested with each of your breath; was a passionately Almighty art, To relentlessly love and bountifully adore the girl of your every dream was tumultuously natural; but dedicating every single beat of your heart to all those orphaned and acrimoniously betrayed; was an unfathomably heavenly art, And to rhapsodically live this birth and intransigently perceive to survive for an infinite more births yet to come was incredulously natural; but sacrificing each instant of your life to astoundingly spawn a countless new tomorrows of optimistic hope and vibrant courage; was an immortally living art.