smoking poetry

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Life Was Smoking Out

Despair was rising out from the heart
Crushing the feelings out of it
Pale was the face which was
Spectator to its inevitable death

Smoke filled the eyes
Anguish rose in spiral webs
Gloomy was the mind
Yet the man stood
Thinking highly of himself
Smoking a piece of death

Life sighed behind!

Shilpa Srivastava

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NO SMOKING

NO smoking; NO offensively ghoulish odor lugubriously stabbing every
gorgeously impeccable and rhapsodic ingredient of the atmosphere,

NO smoking; NO horrendously inexplicable disease infiltrating into the
body invidiously; treacherously asphyxiating you towards your veritable
grave,

NO smoking; NO disgustingly manipulative webs of bizarre lechery;
threateningly overwhelming even the most infinitesimal trace of
goodness in eternal mankind,

NO smoking; NO insidiously negative energies corrupting the fabric of
innocuous holistic humanity; satanically lambasting the Omnipotent
effervescence of unconquerable truth,

NO smoking; NO truculently diabolical tyranny to the ingratiating
jacket of lungs; not even the tiniest of abuse to the most wonderfully sculptured
and impeccably nimble body,

NO smoking; NO maliciously ghastly whirlpools of stinking white;
venomously permeating into the heavenly nostril; perfidiously obfuscating crystal
clear centers of enamoring sight,

NO smoking; NO bouts of insanely maniacal frustration ominously
creeping up the pious soul; relentlessly trying to mercilessly pulverize
ravishingly mesmerizing existence,

NO smoking; NO beads of drearily rotten sweat dribbling from the
innocent forehead; no preposterously pugnacious scent of the obsolete gutters
emanating from harmonious body perspiration,

NO smoking; NO irascibly murderous vacillations of the heart; not even
the most inconspicuous maelstroms of penalizing blood pressure and
victimizing adulteration,

NO smoking; NO indefatigably abhorrent series of pathetically whooping
cough; not even the most diminutive trace of gory infection in the
chords of the enchantingly sensuous throat,

NO smoking; NO coffins of horrifically crippling cancer rampantly
marauding the poignant bloodstreams; surreptitiously clambering up the body to
devilishly inflict the chapters of permanent death,

NO smoking; NO inhibitions whatsoever in melanging with the lap of
sacrosanct nature; and every panoramic fruit of God's unsurpassably
bountiful creation; wholeheartedly welcoming your immaculately
humanitarian stride,

NO smoking; NO tense apprehensions of a miserably truncated life; not
even the most mercurial of fear at all of prematurely snapping the fangs of
existence; with your very own trembling hands,

NO smoking; NO indiscriminately whipping malice; with every religion;
caste; creed; color; tribe on this planet; symbiotically blending in the
religion of priceless mankind,

NO smoking; NO recklessly sleepless nights; with licentiously bellicose
nightmares maiming you beyond the realms of sagacious recognition,

NO smoking; NO diffidently stumbling footsteps; not even the most
parsimonious trace of fear encapsulating your countenance,

NO smoking; NO salaciously coldblooded parasites loitering all over
your traumatically frazzled body; truculently evicting even the last ounce
of your exuberant energy,

NO smoking; NO aimlessly ominous wandering in the corridors of vengeful
neglect; not even the most invisible trace of vindictively forlorn and
malevolent obsession,

NO smoking; NO ignominious condemnation thrusted into your nimble face;
no opprobrious rebuke assassinating you on every step that you
transgressed,

NO smoking; NO blood stained tears rolling down your harmless cheeks;
not even the slightest trace of castigating anguish enshrouding the
blissful contours of your face,

NO smoking; NO wars of savagely destroying loneliness annihilating
every trace of your vivid exhilaration; with a sky of unfathomably unending
freshness miraculously coalescing with your stride,

NO smoking; NO witnessing your profusely decaying form in the mirror
every dawn; with the beats of everlasting sensuousness forever being the
profound embellishment of your innocent eyes,

NO smoking; NO regret for the celestially scintillating chapter of
life; not even the most diminutive curse of past lives; ever caressing you for
timeless times,

NO smoking; NO ruthlessly abrading your destiny lines with your own
breath; with every instant of life unfurling into a garden of bountifully
endowing beauty and graciousness,

NO smoking; NO demons pilfering into your visage as the Sun went behind
the sky; with the Omnipotent glow of righteousness forever being as your
only companion; your only and unbreakable pride,

NO smoking; NO ghosts perilously decimating you from all sides; with a
paradise of invincibly princely triumph irrevocably kissing you till the very end of your time,

NO smoking; NO squeamishly threadbare dirt imprisoning every element of
your demeanor; with the mantra of synergistic existence being your only
fodder to spell bindingly survive,

NO smoking; NO noose tightening ghastily round your intricately
effusive neck; with every aspect of life suddenly illuminating with ebulliently
untamed gusto and aristocratic cheer,

NO smoking; NO savagely blood shot and torturously dry eyes; not even
the most infidel blemish of dolorously pale blackness on the contours of
your resplendently silken skin,

NO smoking; NO repentance for uselessly leading enamoring life; not
even the most fugitive feeling of massacring the heart of God's gloriously
enchanting creation,

NO smoking; NO challenging the laws of pricelessly proliferating
existence; synergistically surrendering every iota of your visage to the
unprecedented treasurehouse of royal mankind,

NO smoking; NO painstakingly walking through stringently restricted
zones; with every organism on this Universe traversing shoulder to shoulder
through the zone of; ubiquitously Omnipotent mankind,

NO smoking; NO sporadic stuttering of vivaciously volatile breath; not
even the most tiniest of impediment in the passage of euphorically
everlasting air and existence,

NO smoking; NO thorns of acrimoniously criminal prejudice and bloody
crime; with the pathways of survival astoundingly radiating with the
profoundly vibrant elixir of friendship and irrefutably spell binding prosperity,

NO smoking; NO ghostly incarceration of the conscience in corpses of
remorseful stagnation; with the rainbow of sparklingly heavenly truth
reigning supreme for infinite more births yet to unveil,

And NO smoking; NO bidding adieu to the fabric of Omnisciently
ever-pervading life; with the entrenchment of sacrosanct existence
perpetually blending forever and ever and ever with the Creator
Divine...

(c)COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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