WITHOUT LIFE

Without him I was indeed a Sun; but without my fiery set of

flamboyant rays,
Without him I was indeed a tree; but without my entire
conglomerate of green leaves and resplendent petals,
Without him I was indeed a panther; but without my ferociously
deafening roar,
Without him I was indeed a mammoth book; but without my
grandiloquent set
of alphabets and words,
Without him I was indeed a fire; but without my dynamically
sizzling repertoire of golden flames,
Without him I was indeed a lock; but without my power and
invincible grace to protect the blissful dwelling,
Without him I was indeed a mountain; but without my handsome
summit; which once upon a time used to tower handsomely
towards the open sky,
Without him I was indeed a bar of chocolate; but without my
sweetness and delectable charisma; rotting fetidly in an obsolete
heap,
Without him I was indeed a pair of rubicund lips; but without my
voluptuously seductive and congenial smiles,
Without him I was indeed an ocean; but without my flurry of
ravishingly mesmerizing and supremely salty waves,
Without him I was indeed a cloud; but without my globules of life
yielding and sparkling rain,
Without him I was indeed a house; but without my inevitable
network of fortified doors and transparent windows,

Without him I was indeed a rose; but without my stupendously

alluring perfume and Kingly redolence which I used to waft
every second across this boundless Universe,
Without him I was indeed a car; but without my steering wheel;
maneuvering wildly towards the valley of death as each moment
unfurled by,
Without him I was indeed a butterfly; but without my hinges of
opalescent wings; lying dilapidated in a remote heap; well
cloistered away from blatant sight,
Without him I was indeed a desert; but without my glistening
fleet of unsurpassable sands and the long line of ambling camels;
which used to mark my existence,
Without him I was indeed a road; but without any direction;
slithering helplessly on the ground; trying to search for my
mooring under the devil's breath,
Without him I was indeed a diamond; but without my
scintillating radiance
and tenaciously omnipotent shine,
Without him I was indeed a mouth; but without my speech and
decaying in mute oblivion for the remainder of my tyrannized
life,
Without him I was indeed an eye; but without my tears; staring
lifelessly and for times greater than eternity into satanic space,
Without him I was indeed a stone; but without my ability to
produce thunderous noise,
Without him I was indeed a clown; but without any ability to
make people leap in ecstatic melody and leap,
Without him I was indeed a sleep; but without my dreams and
unprecedented
realms of tantalizing fantasy,
Without him I was indeed a palm; but without my battalion of
profoundly embossed and divinely destiny lines,

Without him I was indeed a heart; but without my overwhelming

reservoir
of passionately palpitating beats,
Without him I was indeed a soul; but without my conscience or
knowing the slightest about the spirit of my existence,
And without God I was simply a Man; who although appeared to
be normally breathing on the streets; but was irrefutably
shivering and without life .