DJ Wicked FlamesTrinity CT BrotherAmelia...'s blog: "Poem's"

I couldn’t talk non stop; for after a while; the chords of my intricate throat started to hurt; and a gruesome hoarseness besieged my persona, I couldn’t walk non stop; for after a while; the soles of my feet started to ache; and the conglomerate of dreary bones in my body demanded celestial rest, I couldn’t write non stop; for after a while; my fingers swelled like a plump tomato; and the disdainful sweat on my palms started to drip obnoxiously on barren sheets of white paper, I couldn’t stare non stop; for after a while; my voluptuously soft cushion of lids fell down with a sigh; and the whites of my eye were desperate to get rid of the tumultuous stinging, I couldn’t eat non stop; for after a while; the tunnels of my stomach threatened to puke; and the buds of my tongue abhorrently repulsed the most exotic of taste, I couldn’t dance non stop; for after a while; the fantasy in my mind wholesomely subsided; and I inevitably collapsed on soil for my nocturnal slumber under the resplendent stars, I couldn’t plough non stop; for after a while; the acrimonious rays of the Sun stabbed me like a billion needles; and the gallons of golden sweat which dribbled; made me loose holistic degrees of control, I couldn’t swim non stop; for after a while; the tenacity in my arms seemed to be diminishing; and the fathomless expanse of waters made me return back to the heavenly shores, I couldn’t party non stop; for after a while; the pretentious smoke of cigar took its toll on my natural nerves; and the sonorously manipulative style of talking; assassinated all my raw exuberance in its premature buds, I couldn’t study non stop; for after a while; beads of exasperation began to entrench me from all sides; and life became nothing but a series of disastrously monotonous equations to confront, I couldn’t sing non stop; for after a while; all tunes existing seemed to be puncturing me like fulminating volcano's; and I lost complete identity of my very own voice, I couldn’t dream non stop; for after a while; the pragmatic realities of life started to pinch me overwhelmingly; and the penurious conditions which currently engulfed me; obstructed me in my path of transforming all my perceptions into a perpetual reality, I couldn’t fight non stop; for after a while; realization dawned upon me that it was all baseless; and I needed to contribute something towards deteriorating mankind, I couldn’t sleep non stop; for after a while; I felt the blistering mid day sunshine filtering unbearably through my eyes; and the framework of my countenance became restless to be on the move, I couldn’t drive non stop; for after a while; the world outside became an incessantly revolving whiz; and I frantically wanted to trespass at normal speeds once again, I couldn’t rule non stop; for after a while; I felt as if I was completely losing my indigenous identity; and the voice of my conscience commanded me to rest blissfully in the lap of my revered mother, I couldn’t focus non stop; for after a while; the insurmountably restless urges in my soul got the better of me; and I found myself pondering on everything else; other than what I was supposed to concentrate, I couldn’t play non stop; for after a while; the will to majestically survive made me march dynamically towards the summit; slither with uninhibited passion; to achieve all my goals in life, I couldn’t hate non stop; for after a while; the inexorably omnipotent voice of my mind condemned me for my cowardly behavior; and the blood circulating in my veins fomented me to embrace my fellow mates in pain, I couldn’t lie non stop; for after a while; an astronomically ardent desire to disentangle myself from this web of lechery; and my tongue candidly conveyed its explicit set of ideals, But there was only one virtue which I could do non stop; and which not only I; but every entity with a throbbing heart has been doing since centuries immemorial; a virtue which even the greatest of God's have bowed down too; a virtue which has its immoral essence dissipated in every nook and cranny of this boundless planet; O! yes I feel the richest man on this earth to proclaim it as LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE…….

Its love, its love, its love- I am going crazy, I am going mad; Its so sensuous, its kind of awesome and blithe to be in love, to be in your thoughts; Its love, its love, its love- I am going crazy, I am going mad; When I miss you, my heart feels the heat; When I am with you, every moment becomes sweet; Its love, its love, its love- I am going crazy, I am going mad; Sans you my days become lengthier, so do my nights turn out to be; I am still in a maze which season is this; Its love, its love, its love- I am going crazy, I am going mad; Simple words become splendid odes- courtesy your so sweet ways, voice and thoughts; Its love, its love, its love- I am going crazy, I am going mad; - To my Love