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  over and break it,

  Only he who knows how to dexterously re-stitch the exquisite fabric; weave majestic cloth out of bland tufts of cotton; can audaciously dare to tear it,

  Only he who knows how to expertly remold the intricately enigmatic jigsaw puzzle; can audaciously dare to dismantle it,

  Only he who knows how to prolifically write infinite numbers of pages; inundate barren fragments of paper with multiple alphabets within seconds; can audaciously dare to rip it apart and dispose it,

  Only he who knows how to enchantingly sing; capturing the entire Universe with his mesmerizing voice; can audaciously dare to stop all conversation; stop each voice from flowing,

  Only he who knows how to run; conquer invincible summits of the mountain taking boundless strides at a time; can audaciously dare to sleep when the entire world around him slogged and worked,

  Only he who knows how to adroitly mend the car brakes; blend them back to perfection within split seconds of time; can audaciously dare to snap them,

  Only he who knows how to voraciously swim; wade his way across the most stormy waters and ferociously swirling sea; can audaciously dare to sink to its rock bottom,

  Only he who knows how to appreciate even the most minuscule of beauty hovering around in the cosmos; had the incomprehensible power to envisage and perceive

  the most tantalizing sights that ever existed on this earth close eyed; can audaciously dare to pierce his eyes and go pathetically blind,

  Only he who knows how to clean the entire room; annihilate even the most infinitesimal trace of dirt adhering to the walls; can audaciously dare to dirty

  it,

  Only he who knows how to make strangers laugh within seconds; foment them to thunderously chortle at even the smallest joke of his; can audaciously dare to make

  them cry,

  Only he who knows how to stare unrelentingly looking into the heart of the fiery Sun; profoundly admiring its poignant tenacity; can audaciously dare to blink

  without control,

  Only he who knows how to attract any female towards him without the slightest of effort; foment her to love him by merely looking into her eyes; can

  audaciously dare to betray her,

  Only he who knows how to grow countless number of trees; producing tons of salubrious grains round the year from the field mingling raw seeds in robust soil; can audaciously dare to chop one with the axe,

  Only he who knows how to meditate incessantly; profusely concentrating on the deity of sacrosanct God; communicating with him whenever he wanted to; can audaciously dare to shout with the satanic devil; every hour after the onset of midnight,

  Only he who knows how to convince every entity with the eloquent power of his speech; propagate the message of unfathomable truth and peace ubiquitously all around the Globe; can audaciously dare to speak a string of blatant lies,

  Only he who knows how to miraculously heal the body of the most inexplicable of ailment; grant reprieve to the miserably afflicted by the mere caress of his Omnipotent palms; can audaciously dare of poisoning it,

  Only he who knows how to recreate the entire planet; by merely opening diminutive portions of his Omniscient mouth; can audaciously dare of completely destroying it,

  And only he who knows how to impart new life; procreate millions by the Omnipresent power engulfing his visage; can audaciously dare of abruptly ending it

  entirely and snatching it.

  21. YOU WERE MY ONLY HUMAN 

   

  The whole world is a swirling ocean; while you were my comforting shore,

  The whole world is the hostile island of sun; while you were my brilliant rays,

  The whole world is an uncivilized jungle; while you were my majestically roaring lion,

  The whole world is a treacherous mountain; while you were my towering peak,

  The whole world is a colossal patch of barren sky; while you were my rain bearing cloud,

  The whole world is a pugnacious battlefield; while you were my cherished victory,

  The whole world is a garden with wild weeds; while you were my perennially blossoming rose,

  The whole world is a rampantly spread beehive; while you were my delectable and sweet nectar,

  The whole world is gargantuan ship; while you were my valiant captain,

  The whole world is a lifeless body on the verge of dying; while you were my precious and passionate breath,

  The whole world is volumes of books embedded with boring literature; while

  you were the line that evolved my creativity,

  The whole world is an enigmatic puzzle; while you were my 100% solution,

  The whole world is a river of gloomy tears; while you were my everlasting smile,

  The whole world is perpetually blind; while you were my mesmerizing vision,

  The whole world is a violent abuse; while you were my stupendously enchanting

  song,

  The whole world is an arid desert; while you were my sweet spring of bubbling water,

  The whole world is licentious desire; while you were my sacrosanct mosque,

  The whole world is crisp notes of pretentious currency; while you were my checkbook,

  The whole world is a cannibalistic vulture; while you were my royal and princely feather,

  The whole world is a stubborn lock; while you were my dainty and intricate key,

  The whole world is a devastating infection; while you were my immortal source of potent medication,

  And the whole world is a blood sucking leech; while you were my only human.

   

  22. ALL WE HAD TO DO  

  In order to walk; all we had to do was to coherently use our feet and march forward,

  In order to write; all we had to do was to hoist the pen; and then nimbly rub its

  nib against bonded paper,

  In order to sleep; all we had to do was shut our eyes; thereby obfuscating ourselves completely from bright light,

  In order to talk; all we had to do was open our mouth; then articulately reverberate our tongue in hollow chambers of darkness prevailing,

  In order to smile; all we had to do was stretch out luscious lips as far as possible; alongwith a trifle empathy in our eyes,

  In order to swim; all we had to do was voraciously move our hand and feet; master the art of holistically floating on the surface,

  In order to eat; all we had to do was place appetizing morsels of sundry in our mouth; then masticate the same with sharp incisors of our teeth,

  In order to breathe; all we had to do was inhale gallons of unadulterated air; inundating the palpable jacket of our lungs with revitalizing fervor,

  In order to punch; all we had to do was clench our fists into a compact ball; then thrust them with tumultuous power towards the wall,

  In order to dance; all we had to do was rhythmically sway our bodies; to vibrant

  tunes of pulsating music,

  In order to scratch; all we had to do was use our finger nails incongruously;

  painstakingly peeling off intricate arenas of our skin,

  In order to sing; all we had to do was partially open our mouths; engendering

  mesmerizing tunes to permeate the atmosphere,

  In order to paint; all we had to do was use the brush vivaciously upon the

  naked body of white canvas,

  In order to bathe; all we had to do was to completely submerge our silhouette in colossal pools of gurgling stream water; sprinkling the same with gay abundance on our scalps,

  In order to dig; all we had to do was extricate earth with a shovel; pummel the ground incessantly till we achieved the conducive depth,

  In order to remember; all we had to do was intensely flex the tendrils of our

  brain; have loads of conviction in our ability to perceive,

  In order to bend; all we had to do was to stoop down on the floor; kneel with

  our chins adhering to the bare surface,

  In
order to sneeze; all we had to do was hold pungent pepper close to our nostrils; then wait for the inevitable aftermath to follow,

  In order to pray; all we had to do was to perceive all the benevolence existing; visualize the most simplest yet the most enamoring forms of life; worship the most stupendous form of the omnipresent Creator,

  And in order to live; all we had to do was philanthropically execute our duties towards the society; incarcerate in our hearts forever the person of our dreams; the person who could love us immortally for decades immemorial.

 

  23. I WOULD MAKE IT FEEL BEAUTIFUL 

   

  If I had a dead flower in my hand; I would plant it in the soil; for it to spread its lingering redolence; and at the same time proliferating several of its kind,

  If I had a bulky sheaf of scribbled paper in my hand; I would erase all the obnoxious literature embedded; rendering the same immaculate and spotless for reuse,

  If I had infinite pieces of shattered glass in my hand; I would coalesce them all together; metamorphosing them to form a scintillating mirror,

  If I had an injured pigeon in my hand; I would inundate his wounds with omnipotent soil; impregnating in him the power to fly high and handsome again,

  If I had lifeless follicles of hair in my hand; I would scrub them tenaciously with flamboyant antiseptic; to make them glisten again,

  If I had fetid and rotten vegetables in my hand; I would soak them in fresh

  water; then put them beneath stringent rays of the sun to wholesomely fumigate them,

  If I had a dilapidated and pulverized brick in my hand; I would fortify it with reinforced cement to make it withstand the most torrential of thunder,

  If I had an acrimonious chunk of thorn in my hand; I would coat it with a sheet of sparkling honey; then offer the same to famished insects loitering through the

  dusty streets,

  If I had a deflated balloon in my hand; I would stuff it with free air; to augment it to robust proportions,

  If I had splinters of bedraggled cloth in my hand; I would refurbish them into a composite garment; using my steel bodkin and spools of thread adroitly,

  If I had disdainful saliva in my hand; I would make optimum use applying the

  same to the tainted windshield of my car; thereby creating a few pellucid spots amidst the sea of camouflaging dust,

  If I had venomous tobacco leaves in my hand; I would incinerate them to create

  a crackling bonfire; granting scores of people reprieve from freezing currents of austere winter,

  If I had a ominous revolver in my hand; I would embed slices of piquant tomato

  in the place of lead bullets; then play with the same amongst a bunch of innocuous children,

  If I had squelched pulp of raw sewage in my hand; I would use the same for sprinkling commensurately between the plants; strengthening their roots with a

  blend of nutritional elements,

  If I had an ensemble of incongruously hard stones in my hand; I would submerge

  them in shallow streams of placid water; to make the shrunken surface

  dramatically swell,

  If I had blistering hot acid in my hand; I would disseminate the same into thirsty desert sands; which would greedily absorb the same with loads of gratitude,

  If I had rusty bells in my hand; I would strike them together to pierce the still ambience with an enigmatic and jingling sound,

  If I had an obnoxious mosquito on my hand; I would place him in a pool of frosty milk; for him to greedily savor the stupendous taste of life,

  If I had gruesomely fractured bones in my hand; I would perseveringly mold

  them; resurrect them with scrupulous care; to make them walk again,

  And even if I had the most hideous looking entity in my hands; I would still make it feel beautiful; by embellishing it with the garment of my love; encapsulating its

  body with unprecedented care.

  24. STILL REIGNING SUPREME 

   

  Although it stands in a pool of disdainful mud; with wild creepers camouflaging it in entirety,

  The lotus still reigns supreme; due to its lingering redolence; the stupendously enamoring color of its leaves.

  Although it is obliterated by a conglomerate of ominous thunder clouds; black gases whistling past it at swashbuckling speeds,

  The moon still reigns supreme; due to its scintillating and perennial shine; which profoundly illuminates the night.

  Although it flies amidst a fleet of hideous vultures; sounds of vicious wailing uncouthly caressing its wings,

  The nightingale still reigns supreme; due to its incredibly mesmerizing voice

  which permeates the atmosphere.

  Although she swims underwater with pugnacious sharks slithering in proximity;

  the multilegged octopus fervently awaiting every single opportunity to strangulate it,

  The mermaid still reigns supreme; due to its silken complexioned skin; the vivaciousness incorporated in its body.

  Although it lies obfuscated behind the fortress of lanky mountains; the colossal shadows trying to wholesomely submerge it,

  The sun still reigns supreme; due to its blistering rays; the overwhelming tenacity in its shine able to dazzle every nook and cranny of the earth.

  Although it lies incarcerated in cloistered space; a slimy shell sequestering it completely from the outside world,

  The pearl still reigns supreme; due to its unrelenting capacity to glow; inundate the life of whosoever who purchases it with an inevitable sparkle.

  Although it sprouts from primordial wild clay; with fetid puddles of slush sprawled abundantly around,

  The button mushroom still reigns supreme; due to its delectably appeasing silhouette; the exultation it generates when squelched between pair of teeth.

  Although it gushes past a plethora of belligerent barricades; jagged rocks hindering its progress at every juncture possible,

  The white water mountain stream still reigns supreme; due to its tingling noise; the reinvigorating feeling it imparts when drunk with cupped hands.

  Although it lies imprisoned in dungeons of doom; ghastly waves of air striking

  it each minute unveiling,

  The biscuit of gold still reigns supreme; due to the perpetual glow emanating from its persona; its uncanny ability to overpower all commodities existing.

  And although he existed in a world besieged with corruption; blood sucking individuals trying to massacre civilization,

  The angel still reigned supreme; due to an impeccable aura engulfing his demeanor; the unprecedented faith he had in his mother; his beloved; and the Almighty who had created him.

 

 

  25. DOING IS BELIEVING 

   

  When I heard about the tree; what I perceived was a wooden stalk embodied with

  a conglomerate of dense leaves,

  While it was only when I swung on its branches; did I come to realize the exuberance; as the vibrant breeze struck me in my eyes; the chirping of birds drowned me in entirety.

  When I heard about the sea; what I imagined was a colossal assemblage of water with swirling waves,

  While it was only when I swam in its choppy waters; did I come to realize the tanginess in its froth; the infinite numbers of big fish wading past my persona.

  When I heard about the sun; what I conceived was a flaming ball of fire perched high up in the azure sky,

  While it was only when I stood beneath the same; did I come to realize the passionate intensity of its rays; the magnificent glory of its golden shine.

  When I heard about the deserts; what I envisaged was sprawling lands of sand; alluring mirages looming large and prominent,

  While it was only when I traversed the same barefoot; did I come to realize the slipperiness of its soil; the acrimonious thorns of cactus grazing across my

  petite flesh.

  When I heard about ice; what I visualized wa
s incongruous cubes of frozen water; silently oozing out droplets of cold liquid,

  While it was only when I clambered up the snow clad mountain; did I come to realize the unfathomable waves of winter; the goose-bumps that ran down right up to my slender spine.

  When I heard about the castle; what I fantasized was scores of palatial rooms; towering roofs leaping high and handsome into the sky,