Love Versus Terrorism - Part 2 - Poems on Anti Terror , Peace

AS LONG AS

It was perfectly OK; even if you were profusely fastidious about your food; wanted to eat the most flirtatiously rubicund morsels of tantalizing fruit before commencing every of your delectable meal,

It was perfectly OK; even if you were overwhelmingly squeamish about the way you dressed; insatiably desired to embellish your nimble countenance; with the finest fraternity of regale silk that was found on the rustic mountain sheep,

It was perfectly OK: even if you were unfathomably obsessive about the things you liked and abominably disliked; at times even waking a countless night on the incessant trot; to heavenly placate even the most infinitesimal of your desire,

It was perfectly OK: even if you euphorically danced without the slightest rhyme or reason at the crackle of voluptuous midnight; even as the world perpetually snored in immutably forlorn unison,

O! Yes it was perfectly OK even if you executed the most wildest of your idiosyncracies; as long as you indefatigably proliferated God's symbiotically burgeoning living kind; as long as you invincibly stood with every sect of humanity;
till the time you aristocratically emanated your very last breath.

1.

It was perfectly OK: even if you assiduously clambered fathomless nights on the trot; just to mischievously roll every of your luridly beleaguered senses with the ultimate epitome of the freezing Himalayas,

It was perfectly OK; even if you uninhibitedly rolled through marshes of uncouthly untamed wilderness; ardently scratching your frolicking flesh with every conceivable thorn that lay; disdainfully sprawled in vicinity,

It was perfectly OK; even if you unrelentingly chased unruly dogs in fields of hay; jubilantly philandered with chuckling hen as the Sun set in spell binding harmony behind the mesmerizing hills,

It was perfectly OK; even if you sporadically nibbled at chunks of obnoxiously worthless cheese like a new born infant; although you had handsomely swept well past the threshold of eclectic maturity; countless years ago,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you exuded into the most skittish of your tantrums left; right and wayward center; as long as you perennially bonded with God's most Omnipotent spirit of love; gloriously saluted every religion and color alike; as the
religion of divinely mankind.

2.

It was perfectly OK; even if you obsessively waited for torrential drops of rain to thunderous rain to pelt; sadly from the heart of a profanely cloudless sky,

It was perfectly OK: even if you were the first organism on this gargantuan planet to irately soliloquize words grotesquely upside down; paving an esoteric pathway of your very own; which had never ever been replicated on this Universe before,

It was perfectly OK; even if you intransigently wanted the most ephemeral beauty of this unsurpassably unending cosmos before your impeccable eyes all the time; timelessly basking in the glory of nothing else but sensuously ingratiating graciousness,

It was perfectly OK; even if you uniquely chose to transgress through the acridly flaming thorns of truth; while the ostentatiously conventional society danced
in the aisles of horrifically derogatory manipulation; outside,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you drifted every aspect of your life towards the most unimaginable of your whims; as long as you philanthropically mitigated all vindictively assaulted humanity from graveyards of depravation; as long as you made eternally everlasting righteousness the sole mantra of your nimble existence.

3.

It was perfectly OK; even if you ecstatically rollicked in the lap of your revered mother; every unraveling moment of the brilliantly stupendous day; and each wind of the resplendently star studded night,

It was perfectly OK: even if you immutably plucked stoical blades of lackadaisical grass all life; intrepidly staring at phlegmatic puffs of robustly emerald sky to victoriously rejoice,

It was perfectly OK; even if you erred more number of times than you took quintessentially ravishing breath; stuttering like a nonchalant skeleton on every
exuberant step that you lamely tread,

It was perfectly OK; even if you profoundly dedicated infinite births of yours solely to the essence of majestic artistry; although there was not an inconspicuous penny in there; and as your robotically mundane mates minted mines of imperially glittering gold; outside,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you gyrated your uninhibited countenance solely to the tunes of your heart; mind; conscience and no one else; as long as you patriotically dazzle into the rainbows of a vibrantly optimistic tomorrow; as long as you liberate every beat of your heart to love the atmosphere of oneness; to love the atmosphere of Omnipresent human kind.