TRUTH IS ALWAYS NAKED

Victory is always sweet; a perpetual trouncing of the corpses of

the hedonistically slandering devil; by the winds of eternally
undefeated righteousness,
Honesty is always persevering; an ocean of pricelessly
unflinching sweat; that eventually wins over even the most
infinitesimal anecdote of treacherously prejudiced debauchery,
Friendship is always compassionate; a perennial melanging of
two souls into one; irrespective of caste; creed; color or the
unfurling of astoundingly zipping time,
Childhood is always pristine; an indefatigable culmination into
the most innocuously unfettered fantasies of vibrant tomorrow;
and a fathomless kilometers away from even the most mercurial
of hideous manipulation,
Adventures are always exhilarating; an unabashedly blissful
venturing into the corridors of the uncannily unknown;
rejuvenating every monotonously emaciated
cranny of the body with timelessly mesmerizing spice,
Beauty is always ravishing; a panoramically unbridled triumph of
sensuousness over the sacrilegiously demented corpses of
stagnation; for a countless more births yet
to arrive,
Benevolence is always altruistic; an unendingly selfless wind of
companionship; which embraces every tangible and intangible
entity on this fathomless Universe; in
its impregnably amiable swirl,
Creation is always artistic; an inexhaustible cistern of inimitably
unparalleled energy; which burgeons into the most brilliantly
optimistic shapes of an interminable tomorrow,
Smiles are always inspiring; triggering rays of unassailably
bounteous hope; into the lives of all those deplorably devastated
beyond the threshold of inexplicably hapless despair,

Blood is always humanitarian; coalescing the entire boundlessly

effulgent Universe into a spell bindingly united mass;
irrespective of whether it belonged to a;
Hindu; Muslim; Buddhist; or Christian,
Soul is always uplifting; incessantly continuing to drift into every
ounce of goodness on this endlessly fructifying earth; even after
the last expunging of divinely breath,
Symbiotism is always unconquerable; an untamed inferno of
mutually ebullient desire; which timelessly bonded every
conceivable element of free space; in the threads of benign
holiness,
Yearning is always passionate; indispensably massacring even
the most raunchily indiscriminately of hurdles that ever dared
come in between; its royally tantalizing way,
Hunger is always natural; perpetually differentiating us insipidly
greedy living beings; from the heavens of the insuperably
Omnipotent and fearless Lord,
Flirtation is always mischievous; rekindling the spirit to survive
as the most effervescently beautiful organism; even when buried
an infinite feet beneath
insouciantly meaningless mud,
Sleep is always celestial; replenishing even the most truculently
lambasted arenas of the deteriorating body; with the mists of
everlastingly heavenly rest,
Shadows are always mystical; undauntedly weaving an everpervadingly panoramic gorge of astounding fantasy; which
seductively enshrouded even the obsolete cranny of the invisible
veins,
Breathing is always fiery; perpetuating an unlimited forest of
desire even in the most meaninglessly wanton of spaces;
perpetuating the most veritably dead to euphorically surge
forward in the true fervor of life,

And Truth is always Naked; candidly exposing the most

inconspicuous of ins and outs of your persona; like when the
Omniscient Creator was writing the destiny of this undying
planet; and without the tiniest twitch of the eye.