Everytime-After I Made And Rose In The Spirit Of Love
I felt as if every ounce of hysterical sorrow on this Universe had suddenly metamorphosed into the perennially glorious waterfalls of compassion; dissipating their goodness upon each bedraggled pore of my existence,
I felt as if the most horrendously parasitic of leech had suddenly started to donate an infinite granaries of blood to all those in need; abruptly shrugging the parasitic tag from each conceivable cranny of their demeanor,
I felt as if a boundless clouds of newness had suddenly formed an invincible entrenchment around every iota of earth; blessing its haplessly parched and commercially adulterated surface with a zillion droplets of creation,
I felt as if each inanely stagnating hair on my decrepit flesh suddenly rose towards the ultimate summits of undefeated paradise; and forever found its zealously real mission in life,
I felt as if each iota of contentment on this fathomless Universe was suddenly lined up on the contours of my miserably chapped lips; making me look forward to no greed or malice any further,
I felt as if a brilliantly streaming morning was suddenly rising out of treacherously maiming blackness; triumphantly maneuvering every devastated footstep of mine towards the path of symbiotic oneness,
I felt as if even the most frigidly orphaned of stones had suddenly become the supreme peaks of unassailable Everest; inviting one and all alike on this enthralling planet in the spirit of tantalizing adventure,
I felt as if even the most fetidly lamenting droplet of my sweat had suddenly become the most unparalleled cistern of happiness; profusely drenching each scorched arena of my existence with cloudbursts of ecstasy,
I felt as if each vein in my inconsolably cringing blood had suddenly commenced to generate a countless electric currents of goodness all throughout my soul; absolving me of even the most inadvertently committed of my sin,
I felt as if the whole manipulatively blood-sucking world had suddenly become my platform for impregnable success; to discover; to evolve; to admire; and to forever embrace with the blessings of the Almighty Lord,
I felt as if every worthlessly aimless step that I listlessly took- had suddenly some priceless purpose in god's infinite chapter of blissful creation; to immortally unite all in the fabric of insuperable oneness,
I felt as if every disdainfully creaking bone of mine had suddenly sprung like an untamed tiger; to inexhaustibly massacre even the most intangible trace of devil from this endless earth,
I felt as if every spell-bindingly panoramic fantasy on this globe had suddenly come into the whites of my eyes; royally perpetuating me to perceive beyond the extraordinary—each unveiling instant of princely life,
I felt as if every patch of languidly barren earth had suddenly become the ultimate heaven; the ultimate paradise; right infront of my eyes and without laboring a step further on planet divine,
I felt as if I could suddenly survive on limitless whiffs of air around me; abjuring every worldly pleasure in vicinity till my very last breath; with the Omnipotent light of the Sun and Moon my sole saviors,
I felt as if even the most mundanely committed actions around me—had suddenly become miraculously ameliorating poems of the most unprecedented degree; and my sole panacea for success,
I felt as if the brutally entangled labyrinths of my brain- had suddenly unleashed into an unsurpassable sky of freedom; where the only rule that existed was that there were not the tiniest of 'rules',
I felt as if each of my salaciously betrayed heartbeat-had suddenly been embodied with the imprints of immortal friendship; which made me rise from my veritable corpse- to lead an infinite majestically new lives once again,
Everytime; O! Yes undoubtedly everytime; after I made; embraced and rose in
the spirit of love.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 01, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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