My eyes popped out in overwhelming exasperation; my
sockets dancing restlessly on the floor,

My lips distorted themselves to incomprehensibly
horrendous contours; biting themselves satanically as
the moon blossomed to a perilously sinister glow,

My hair stood up like thunderbolts of stringent
electricity; blazing fireballs of despondency towards
the sky,

My fists curled into an insurmountably formidable
punch; aching to thunderously batter arid wisps of
breeze painstakingly blowing around,

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..



My sweat dribbled down in cyclonic frenzy;
proliferating by the unfurling minute; into fathomless
oceans clashing against the walls of nothingness,

My teeth locked themselves in an immortally peevish
embrace; chattering countless times in an
indefatigable search for spurious solace,

My skin developed boundless goose bumps of profound
disdain; shivering incessantly in the inexplicable
trauma lingering in placid air,

My ears heard a volley of sounds which were entirely
non-existent; kept inexorably iterating tunes which
hovered countless feet beneath the graves,

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..



My yawn reverberated more diabolically than the
demons; as I tossed unrelentingly on my
lackadaisically strewn four poster bed,

My shadow fluttered miserably in the domains of hell;
shrinking its robust proportions to more inconspicuous
than an ant; in its quest for treading on the
unexplored,

My eyelashes withered ferociously towards unruly soil;
wanting to rejuvenate themselves thoroughly in the
fabulously rain soaked mud,

My throat blurted a myriad of obnoxiously hoarse
tunes; permeating through the realms of normalcy with
its relentlessly hysterical shrieking,

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..



My stomach belligerently puked out foul matter from
the inner most recesses of my intestines; contracting
to as thin as an infinitesimal whisker; struck by body
blows of mind-boggling desperation,

My fingers scribbled an unfathomable battalion of
nonchalantly incoherent literature; swished menacingly
to emboss the most hideously invidious forms in loose
sand,
My neck swirled in infinite directions as the clock
ticked; profusely confused by the happenings that
unleashed themselves in the surrounding,

My heart sank all its beats in my acrimoniously
pointed boots; my breath and soul searched frantically
for the paths on which the Sun austerely shone in its
fiercely flamboyant shine,

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..




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