12.

0 CLOCK
12.0 Clock. A moment when the voluptuous seduction of
ingratiating blackness; enshrouded each frazzled nerve of mine
with silken sensuousness,
12.0 Clock. A moment when overwhelmingly enchanting melody;
whispered a tale of profound mysticism in my frantically insane
and bereaved ears,
12.0 Clock. A moment when a carpet of rejuvenating serenity
blissfully infiltrated into my lunatically manipulative life;
celestially placating every inexplicably traumatic thought of
mine,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the entire Universe outside seemed
to be a mesmerizing paradise; with an unfathomable ocean of
benign goodness; profusely encapsulating every ingredient of my
tyrannically lambasted blood,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the resplendently milky light of the
charismatic Moon titillated me till times immemorial; bathing me
in a cistern of wonderfully enamoring beauty,
12.0 Clock. A moment when an unsurpassable garden of
reinvigorating scent encompassed my disastrously staggering
stride; triumphantly urging me to embed the
flag of philanthropic victory; on the path of righteous mankind,
12.0 Clock. A moment when tantalizingly cool breeze
exuberantly brushed through my dolorously dwindling eyes;
transpiring me to fantastically erupt in an unrelenting cocoon of;
spell binding fantasy,
12.0 Clock. A moment of unbelievably rapturous delight; when
the rustling of the vivacious trees; seemed like the eternal
heavens had bountifully descended down,
12.0 Clock. A moment which metamorphosed the complexion of
my beleaguered lips to a poignant crimson; triggering in me the
insatiable urge to blend with all sensuously exotic beauty
around,

12.0 Clock. A moment when aristocratic waves of tranquility;

miraculously changed the definition of my haplessly shattering
life; to a civilization of perennially blossoming freshness,
12.0 Clock. A moment that blissfully redefined every aspect of
my monotonously mundane survival; enlightening each of my
hopelessly crippling footsteps; with a reservoir of unconquerably
heavenly newness,
12.0 Clock. A moment which regally painted the impoverished
kaleidoscope of my dithering existence with an
incomprehensible valley of vibrant color; making me
wholesomely believe in the harmoniously benevolent principles
of; priceless humanity,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the relentless stare of the vividly
striped owl; tumultuously evoked me to conceive beyond the
realms of the sparklingly
extraordinary; diffuse into a flower of innovative freshness; every
unfurling minute of my existence,
12.0 Clock. A moment which impregnated my lackadaisically
nonchalant life with astronomically unending spice; as the
magnificently eclectic frequency of the atmosphere; lit a lantern
of love through every vein of my persona,
12.0 Clock. A moment fabulously relieving me of even the most
infinitesimal of tensions; deluging the canvas of my beautifully
scintillating breath; with ubiquitously untamed euphoria,
12.0 Clock. A moment which royally catapulted me beyond all
sinful apprehensions of pragmatic life; as majestically coalesced
with the aisles of unending desire; for infinite more births yet to
come,
12.0 Clock. A moment when there seemed nothing but the
ravishing scent of the unassailably princely rose; as the petals of
my lugubriously despairing life; bloomed
full throttle towards the pathways of insurmountable excitement,

12.0 Clock. A moment when the breath that nondescriptly

diffused from my nostrils; suddenly incinerated an invincible
cloudburst of romantic passion; in the pathetically fading
atmosphere,
O! Yes. 12.0 Clock. A moment when the stringently conventional society outside
snored ludicrously; incarcerated well within the asphyxiating agony of quilts and
spurious air-conditioner; while my heart had just commenced to sing the beats of
love and life; as it was now fascinating midnight.