Greedy for that pricelessly invincible blackness that would
vanquish very misery from my otherwise sinfully devastated
soul; into wisps of obsolete nothingness,
Greedy for that sacredly ameliorating blackness that would
metamorphose me into such an unbreakable state of calm—as
unfazed as the blue skies-- even as murderous hell rained
uncontrollably around,
Greedy for that magically omnipotent blackness that would
annihilate every trace of disease from my inexplicably aggrieved
physical form—transit me forever and ever and ever into mists of
divinely rhapsody,
Greedy for that unflinchingly triumphant blackness that would
forever make me one with an infinite more of my kind—that
would end every ounce of sadistically commercial strife from the
chapter of my sinful life,
Greedy for that unbelievably holy blackness that would
eventually make me realize—that all of us who so pompously
promote ourselves as " Iconic I's "all the time-- are just bits of
nothing infront of the Almighty Lord,
Greedy for that ubiquitously majestic blackness that would perch
me on the ultimate throne of humanity-where I perpetually
embraced one and all irrespective of any barriers of caste; creed
or the rapaciousness of time,
Greedy for that enchantingly fantastic blackness that would
trigger me to fantasize beyond every realm of never-ending
happiness-even in a state of morbidly limpid stillness,
Greedy for that ecstatically brilliant blackness that would make
me a winner of all hearts and of all times-even as the ghastliest
hell made way for the graveyards of prejudiced extinction
Greedy for that miraculously quiet blackness that would forever
drift me from each tawdry earthly tension—into an infinite gorge

where there cascaded only the cloudbursts of untamed love,
Greedy for that unassailably blessing blackness that would kiss
my brow with all the bounteousness that God's creations had to
offer-without the most mercurial disruption by the blood-sucking
human parasite,
Greedy for that eternally prosperous blackness that would
ensure my state of perennial contentment for an infinite more
years to unveil-enriching every drearily subjugated bone of mine
with the power to conquer from even hell and beyond,
Greedy for that enigmatically inimitable blackness that would
evoke every robotic pore of my skin to awaken in the land of the
unknown-where every stranger that came confronted me;
earnestly befriended me for countless a lifetime,
Greedy for that regally resplendent blackness that would reach
me to the most cherished mission I dreamt all life-of being a
humble slave listlessly suspended from the unshakable chariot of
the Gods,
Greedy for that beauteously engulfing blackness that would help
me assimilate the fragrance of all unabashed goodness from my
life-so that the voice of the devil was subdued forever by the
righteousness of the soul,
Greedy for that wondrously mollifying blackness that would
uplift my impoverished jugglery of bones to either heaven or hell
as destined-but atleast far away from the dreaded savagery of all
misanthropic mankind,
Greedy for that astoundingly bestowing blackness that would
liberate me of every conceivable sin of a banally monotonous
lifetime-so that each new birth commenced with my conscience
dancing in the aisles of freedom,
Greedy for that altruistically enamoring blackness that would
sweep me forever of my feet-into a land where the most unheard
of inscrutable tales would titillate my spine till beyond the
threshold of no return,

And I've not the tiniest of inhibitions in revealing that the
blackness I'm talking about is that of my veritable grave-that I
humbly desire to be just infront of the mosque of my
Omnipresent Creator-which eternally palpitated with the
oneness of every religion and living being; alike.