Speechless Rantings

What has a ranting got to do with the kiss-piss-hiss-filled Ganges?

Oh well. When she was just a little girl, she asked her mother, "What shall I be?"...
The ocean roared and sucked her in.

That is what oceans do. With salty waters. With freckled cheeks. With tarred lips. With scars around the waist.

Darkness is a measure of light. As the city gets apparently Donned into a better "dawn" which is associated with a "lawn", grasshoppers become woodcutters and shopkeepers become fireflies.
A storm is raging. Should be.

Since it is speechless. Since it is a ranting.

P.S: The "Aesthetics" of the photograph is deceptive!

The man with the highest level of treble and bass. He is a boom-box absolutely!
Needs a separate ideology altogether, "Trumpism!"
Anyway, "Ssilpo" at Bengal be the shizz. (sic)

HASHTAGS BE OUR FAVS...............................................

I couldn't have marked it wrong....
Could you ??