Life = Death - volume 5 - Poems on Life , Death

THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THAT VOICE

There was something in that voice; which made me exotically wander through the aisles of untamed fantasy; and unendingly tantalizing seduction,

There was something in that voice; which metamorphosed even the most inexplicably horrendous of my misery; into a blooming paradise of everlastingly
enchanting melody,

There was something in that voice; which enthralled me beyond the dormitories of comprehension; wholesomely freed me of all my murderously monotonous
apprehensions; and agonies of the uncouth planet outside,

There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly seduced me even after the heart of dolorously dreary midnight; rekindling every deadened pore of my flesh to blend with the Almighty Divine,

There was something in that voice; which enshrouded every cranny of beleaguered soul with rhapsodic exuberance; an insatiable yearning to philanthropically bond with all my comrades; innocuous and living,

There was something in that voice; which irrefutably taught me the essence of unbiased love towards all my fellow compatriots either rich or despicably poor;
taught me that service to mankind was indeed true service to the divine,

There was something in that voice; which transformed me into an invincibly blazing fortress; unflinchingly confronting every impediment that dared come my way; to forever radiate like spell binding Sunshine,

There was something in that voice; which handsomely extricated my manipulatively besieged conscience of all its abhorrent prejudice; bestowing upon me all mesmerizing happiness that profoundly perpetuated the atmosphere,

There was something in that voice; which ebulliently elevated me from my spells of deplorable depression; impregnated a river of unfathomable enchantment in
nervously circulating streams of my impoverished blood,

There was something in that voice; which made me feel like a majestic prince of all times; traversing through the lanes of grandiloquent desire; manifesting each of my benign dream into a perpetual reality,

There was something in that voice; which marvelously brought out my humanitarian spirit; made me benevolently commiserate with all my mates; dithering towards the horizons of a ghastly extinction,

There was something in that voice; which royally replenished my frigidly disastrous lips with astoundingly blissful smiles; profusely enlightened my survival with the Omniscient enlightenment to bond with all mankind,

There was something in that voice; which resolutely told me to always follow the unassailable voices of my heart; coalesce my spirit forever with; euphorically
evergreen humanity,

There was something in that voice; which perennially transpired me to transcend beyond the ultimate crescendo of magnificent artistry; never made me realize that I was dwindling all hope in vibrant life,

There was something in that voice; which made me disdainfully shun all bombastic cynosure; meditate till beyond realms of eternal eternity; in an incredulously aristocratic entrenchment of bountiful selflessness,

There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly triggered me to implore and eradicate all my devilishly hidden fallacies; philander in the ingratiatingly ravishing charisma of the majestic atmosphere,

There was something in that voice; which numbed all my trauma with its unconquerably Omnipotent aura; made me wonderfully believe in the laws of symbiotic existence; made me believe in my unlimited mountain of positive strengths,

There was something in that voice; which illuminated my perniciously withering existence with the fragrance of unshakable togetherness; made me feel as if Almighty Lord was always there to help me by my side,

There was something in that voice; which made me immortally love every graciously vivacious element of living kind; bow down in due adulation of the powers of the Omnipresent Creator Divine,

And there was something in that voice; which gifted me a countless radiant breaths when infact I had asked for just one; and could humbly become the very reason for my destitute mates; to be holistically alive.