Analysis of My Talk Had No End
When I met the gardener; all I ended up talking with him was; a battalion of wild shrubs and creepers dangling in tandem from the century old dilapidated wall,
When I met the businessman; all I ended up talking with him was; a myriad of astutely commercial plans; a stupendously manipulative analysis of the present day
stock market,
When I met the tennis champion; all I ended up talking with him was; the handsome strokes he executed in the marathon game; the astounding dexterity with which he
maneuvered the ball all round the court of voluptuous grass,
When I met the clouds; all I ended up talking with them was; the incredulously exotic showers of turbulent rain which caressed earth full throttle; the heavenly reprieve they gave our soil from the tyranny of scorching summer,
When I met the pig; all I ended up talking with him was; the daily heaps of gruesomely stinking garbage; the insatiable gluttony he felt every single unleashing minute of the day,
When I met the convict; all I ended up talking with him was; the murky side of life; the uncouthly satanic ocean of blood in which he found himself inevitably
drowning in as time unveiled,
When I met the priest; all I ended up talking with him was; the sacrosanct repertoire of scriptures embossed in the Bible; the mystical balance between good and
the repulsively bad in daily life,
When I met the politician; all I ended up talking with him was; the nonchalant list of boring policies he planned to evolve over a period of time; the relentless list of portfolio's which he had ushered to his ministers; putting me to sleep right before his
bulging eyes,
When I met the soldier; all I ended up talking with him was; an unending tale of daunting war; the insurmountable tenacity he had displayed while indefatigably fighting for his home soil,
When I met the dancer; all I ended up talking with him was; the latest trends in contemporary disco; the seductively tantalizing styles which he implemented to keep his audience fully boisterous; even after wee hours of yawning midnight,
When I met the avalanche of augmenting snow; all I ended up talking with him was; the bizarre cold experienced perennially at all times; the overwhelming agony of being mutilated by austerely cold winds from left; right and center,
When I met the eunuch; all I ended up talking with it was; the unsurpassable sorrow with which it was bestowed upon this life; the perpetual longing in its heart to take birth in infinite lives; again as man,
When I met the doctor; all I ended up talking with him was; the stringently obnoxious odor of potent medication; the ingeniously life yielding drugs which
had just arrived in the conventional market,
When I met the housewife next door; all I ended up talking with her was; the boundless chores of duty to be fulfilled each day; the irascible humming of her
children which kept her wide awake all night,
When I met the author; all I ended up talking with him was; his countless ocean of innovative ideas; the names of his publishers and the names of his cherished books,
When I met the robust complexioned grandfather; all I ended up talking with him was; the fathomless string of his life time experiences; the nostalgic reminisces
of his innocuous youth; which fomented a passionate flurry of silver tears to well up his eyes,
When I met the bald man; all I ended up talking with him was; the inexplicable tyranny that had confronted him when he was young; the step by step account of how he had lost his precious shock of scintillating black hair,
When I met the girl of my dreams; all I ended talking with her was; a mind-boggling chain of fantasies rampantly circulating in my mind; a paradise on which I inherently wanted both of us to exist for centuries unprecedented,
When I met the mother who had born me; all I ended talking with her was; the days when I was a mischievous child; the colossal tunnel of fairy tales I used to intriguingly listen sandwiched invincibly secure; within deep recesses of her belly,
While it was only when I met the Creator; that I talked without the slightest of restraint and inhibition; talked for times unending about what I felt was my perception of life; talked virtually about anything I felt like discussing on this majestically boundless planet; and it was here that for the first time; MY TALK WAS INFINITE, MY TALK HAD NO END.
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Metre | 1110100111011011100101110110001010100101001 1110101110110111010010100101010100010010101 110 1110101001110110111010111000010100100100111 010011101101001 1110111101101110101010110011011110010001111011010011010 111011110110111010111101000100100111001001010101 111010111011011101011101010101101110101000 1001101 1110111101101110100101100100100100100110 0110101 11100101110110111001111010011101100100110010110101111011100101111011 101 1110101110110111101011101001000100110111101111 111010111011011101010010010001001001111001111001010010101101101 111010110111101101110011010001000111001010011010011011111010 1110101110110111011011110101110010010011111010010111 11101011101101110100010101100100010011011 110100010010 111011111101101010101110110111001001010 1011010111 1110101110110111110101100010011110000111101 11100111011101101110111111010000010010 11010011100010010110111111 11101111101101110010010011010111110111011111111011111 111011111110101010110011100110001101011101001011110111000100 11101011111110101010111101001001010110111101001011010111001010 1111011100101110101010100101110100111111010111100001101110101101000101001111101111110011111 |
Characters | 4,355 |
Words | 768 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 28 |
Letters per line (avg) | 125 |
Words per line (avg) | 27 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 175 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 38 |
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