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»Why do you?

 

God blessed you with such magnificently immaculate
palms; why do you uncouthly massacre with them;
instead of philanthropically uplifting all
devastatingly deprived humanity?

God blessed you with such impeccably sparkling eyes;
why do you witness the lecherously evil with them;
instead of capsizing all bountifully fathomless beauty
of this mesmerizing planet; in their poignantly
scintillating mirrors of white?

God blessed you with such formidably impregnable
teeth; why do you ruthlessly suck innocuous blood with
them; instead of profoundly relishing the most
voluptuously enchanting fruits of Mother Nature?

God blessed you with such an ingeniously fascinating
mind; why do you maniacally pulverize it with swords
of tyrannical depression; instead of relentlessly
fantasizing about the astronomically benign goodness;
in every quarter of this marvelous planet?

God blessed you with such tantalizingly charming lips;
why do you purse them in dormitories of abhorrently
despicable belligerence; instead of bequeathing all
those treacherously orphaned; with an unsurpassable
festoon of grandiloquent smiles?

God blessed you with such melodiously captivating
voice; why do you cacophonically lambaste the handsome
atmosphere with it; instead of unbelievably pacifying
the traumatized agony of all those souls; brutally
shattered and withering in inexplicable misery?

God blessed you with such stupendously immaculate
neck; why do you diabolically drift it towards the
satanically ominous; instead of ardently staring at
the ravishingly synergistic; blanket of ubiquitously
glistening stars?

God blessed you with such boisterously divine ears;
why do you incessantly hear only unruly fracas and war
with them; instead of profoundly blending them with a
seductive blanket of gloriously titillating golden
dewdrops?

God blessed you with such intricately silken feet; why
do you indiscriminately trample the pathetically
infirm with them; instead of wonderfully evolving an
unflinching pathway; of irrefutable peace and
benevolent righteousness?

God blessed you with such dexterously articulate
nails; why do you use them to savagely extricate a
dying mans food; instead of crawling with diligent
assiduousness towards the pinnacle of invincibly
scintillating success?

God blessed you with such a royally towering height;
why do you use it to invidiously dominate all whom you
encountered in your way; instead of blissfully
alleviating the insurmountably crippled and maim;
towards their most resplendent dreams of exuberant
success?

God blessed you with such emphatically Herculean
muscles; why do you use them to barbarically decimate
timidly new born infants; instead of patriotically
defending your motherland till the very last iota of
your rhapsodic breath?

God blessed you with such mystically bedazzling
destiny lines; why do you use them to snatch
indispensably vital breath from all those holistically
alive; instead of metamorphosing the complexion of
staggeringly dilapidated staleness; into the opulently
vibrant winds of tomorrow?

God blessed you with such unfathomably overwhelming
fortitude; why do you use it for inflicting
deliberate pain upon your handsome countenance;
instead of standing unequivocally like a formidable
fortress; to the celestial service of mankind?

God blessed you with such curvaceously incredulous
stomach; why do you mercilessly deluge it with food of
the penuriously destitute; instead of harboring
insidiously dumped children; in the realms of its
compassionately uninhibited swirl?

God blessed you with such enigmatically enamoring
shadow; why do you use it to parasitically overshadow
the chapter of goodness; instead of letting its
fabulously tingling waves; miraculously soothe
insanely zany minds?

God blessed you with such irrefutably honest
conscience; why do you use it to pioneer the hideously
unsurpassable cloud of blatant lies; instead of
diffusing Omnipotent truth at every step you tread; at
every darkness you profusely enlightened?

God blessed you with such majestically heavenly soul;
why do you use it to worthlessly corrupt boisterously
endowed civilizations with the winds of manipulative
malice; instead of perennially disbursing its essence
of timeless peace; to the most remotest cranny of this
spell binding planet?

And God blessed you with such passionately pulsating
heartbeats; why do you use them to incinerate
salacious graves of ludicrously stumbling betrayal;
intead of igniting the immortal cloudburst of love;
love and only perpetual love….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Wholesomely emptying

 

When you wholesomely emptied the rhapsodically
fathomless sky; all that blissfully poured out was
nothing else; but an unfathomable galaxy of panoramic
beauty and everlastingly Omnipotent enchantment,

When you wholesomely emptied the ravishingly
undulating ocean; all that euphorically gushed out was
nothing else; but a fabulously tangy gorge of
poignantly exhilarating salt,

When you wholesomely emptied the ignominiously fetid
gutter; all that scurrilously hurtled out was nothing
else; but a vapidly morbid mortuary of sewage and
preposterously cadaverous stink,

When you wholesomely emptied the mellifluously
blossoming lotus; all that pristinely disseminated out
was nothing else; but an invincibly celestial meadow
of inimitably unparalleled scent,

When you wholesomely emptied the ghoulishly invidious
corpse; all that mordantly diffused out was nothing
else; but a frigidly pulverized curry of traumatically
disgruntled nothingness,

When you wholesomely emptied the indomitably towering
mountain; all that unitedly exploded out was nothing
else; but an unstoppably eternal reservoir of
handsomely Herculean and unflinching strength,

When you wholesomely emptied the nefariously
gratuitous parasite; all that ballistically blasted
out was nothing else; but a stream of ghastily
devoured and innocently priceless blood,

When you wholesomely emptied the boisterously bubbling
beehive; all that ingratiatingly dribbled out was
nothing else; but a valley of fantastically exuberant
energy and divine sweetness,

When you wholesomely emptied the manipulatively
prejudiced politicians house; all that vicariously
tumbled out was nothing else; but a sonorously
decrepit graveyard of profanely clandestine
devilishness,

When you wholesomely emptied the blissfully venerated
cow; all that benevolently crept out was nothing else;
but a fountain of impregnably enamoring and godly
milk,

When you wholesomely emptied the satanically menacing
dinosaurs; all that derogatorily fulminated out was
nothing else; but an unrelentingly sadistic curry of
preposterously squelched and uncontrollably slavering
organism,

When you wholesomely emptied the belly of the
inscrutably majestic forests; all that royally floated
out was nothing else; but a wonderfully tantalizing
breeze of exhilaratingly ecstatic adventure and
timeless freshness,

When you wholesomely emptied the jubilantly newborn
eyes; all that innocuously drifted out was nothing
else; but an egalitarian empathy for all echelon of
motley mankind; symbiotically bonding with the
heavenly rudiments of existence forever and ever and
ever,

When you wholesomely emptied the corporate tycoon’s
glass of tea; all that salaciously wafted out was
nothing else; but a flagrantly surreptitious scheme to
unreasonably over topple his competitor; for even the
most evanescent trace of the currency coin,

When you wholesomely emptied the Omnipotently fearless
Sun; all that gloriously dazzled out was nothing else;
but an unsurpassably insuperable civilization of
optimistic enlightenment and vividly blazing
patriotism,

When you wholesomely emptied the lethally insidious
scorpions den; all that devastatingly diffused out was
nothing else; but threateningly acrimonious and
bawdily asphyxiating poison,

When you wholesomely emptied the resplendently
sparkling oyster; all that robustly culminated out was
nothing else; but charismatically burgeoning
rain-showers of beautifully glistening pearls and
effulgent prosperity,

When you wholesomely emptied the coffins of dolorously
decaying betrayal; all that hedonistically ricocheted
out was nothing else; but the gallows of truculently
torturous and fiendishly strangulating death,
And when you wholesomely emptied the sensitively
passionate and uninhibitedly palpitating heart; all
that timelessly liberated out was nothing else; but
the rainbow of immortally blessing and unbreakably
bonding love; love and sensuously fiery love…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Why dont you kill me forever?

 

I was dying a pathetically agonizing death every moment waiting for your sensuously silken fingers; why don’t you just come infront of me; scratch me uninhibitedly on my cheek with them; and then forever kill me?

I was dying an inconsolably disastrous death every moment waiting for your astoundingly poignant lips; why don’t you just come infront of me; kiss me unabashedly on my lips with them; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a torturously sullen death every moment waiting for your tantalizingly unparalleled belly; why don’t you just come infront of me; gyrate it jubilantly like the shooting stars; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a wretchedly uncouth death every moment waiting for your profoundly unblemished eyes; why don’t you just come infront of me; savor every aspect of my personality with their black’s and whites; and then forever kill me?

I was dying an invidiously castrated death every moment waiting for your unbelievably ravishing hair; why don’t you just come infront of me; carelessly swish them on my intricate goose-bumps; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a unforgivably penalizing death every moment; waiting for your mellifluously spell binding throat; why don’t you just come infront of me; sing just a rhyme with it towards my trembling countenance; and then forever kill me?

I was dying an indescribably lamenting death every moment; waiting for your sacredly dainty feet; why don’t you just come infront of me; point a path on earth with it for me to follow; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a fetidly perverted death every moment; waiting for your bountifully effulgent cheeks; why don’t you just come infront of me; let them blush an infinitesimal trifle; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a treacherously gory death every moment; waiting for your inscrutably inimitable shadow; why don’t you just come infront of me; let its velvetiness incarcerate each of my senses; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a barbarously asphyxiating death every moment; waiting for your rhapsodically victorious neck; why don’t you just come infront of me; nod it only once in ethereal mischief; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a horrendously vindictive death every moment; waiting for your astoundingly eclectic fingers; why don’t you just come infront of me; trace them like white electricity down my unstoppably reverberating spine; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a hysterically cadaverous death every moment; waiting for your unfathomably creative mind; why don’t you just come infront of me; unfurl its wildest fantasy beside my ardent breath; and then forever kill me?

I was dying an abhorrently diabolical death every moment; waiting for your wondrously stupefying armpits; why don’t you just come infront of me; let their golden rivers of sweat dribble upon my fanatically waiting skin; and then forever fill me?

I was dying a satanically crucifying death every moment; waiting for your impeccably adorable ears; why don’t you just come infront of me; let their magnetically titillating lobes dangle on my forehead; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a disdainfully cold-blooded death every moment; waiting for your ebulliently unassailable personality; why don’t you just come infront of me; let its unconquerable fragrance wholesomely capsize each of my senses; and then forever kill me?

I was dying an unthinkably mortifying death every moment; waiting for your insuperably majestic nostrils; why don’t you just come infront of me; let them fierily breathe down my enthused neck; and then forever kill me?

I was dying an unbearably remorseful death every moment; waiting for your royally nubile shoulders; why don’t you just come infront of me; entwine their unlimited glory with my uncontrollably resonating chest; and then forever kill me?

I was dying a mercilessly lambasting death every moment; waiting for your pricelessly voluptuous bosom; why don’t you just come infront of me; unravel just a fragment of its timeless compassion into my life; and then forever kill me?

And I was dying a gorily demented death every moment; waiting for your perpetually ameliorating heart; why don’t you just come infront of me; lets its immortal beats caress my miserably emaciated soul; and then forever kill me?

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»Why dont you see?

 

Why do you always gauge me just by the complexion of
my lips; Why don’t you see the blistering passion
fulminating passionately inside?

Why do you always gauge me just by the color of my
mascara; Why don’t you see the overwhelming empathy
lingering in my eyes?

Why do you always gauge me just by the height I
possessed; Why don’t you see the unsurpassably
towering perceptions of your enchanting persona that
circulated in my mind?

Why do you always gauge me just by texture of my skin;
Why don’t you see the profusely crimson blood flowing
inside in my veins; the compassionate ardor
impregnated within for your magnificent form?

Why do you always gauge me just by the shades of my
nail polish; Why don’t you see the poignantly
sprouting edges ready to fight for you and defend you
at any time?

Why do you always gauge me just by the wealth I had
stashed; the cars I drove; Why don’t you see the
astronomical affluence stored in my soul; ready to
help you even after my death?

Why do you always gauge me just by the gloss of my
hair; Why don’t you see the intricate brain embodied
inside evolving fantasies concerning only you all the
time?

Why do you always gauge me just by spurious slang in
my voice; Why don’t you see the effusive agony
uncontrollably gushing out the instants I spoke?
Why do you always gauge me just by the jewelry I
adorned; Why don’t you see each droplet of tear which
oozed out of my eye; each globule of silver sweat
which dribbled from my arms; was profoundly dedicated
to your divinely grace?

Why do you always gauge me just by the number of
places I had traveled to by air; Why don’t you see the
infinite expeditions I was willing to undertake under
the scorching heat of sweltering Sun; hoisting you on
my bare shoulder?

Why do you always gauge me just by the bodyguards and
cavalcade that relentlessly followed me; Why don’t you
see the life I was ready to sacrifice this very
moment; in order to save you from the tiniest of evil?

Why do you always gauge me just by the scintillating
shine of my teeth; Why don’t you see the ghastly shell
I was ready to break and chew; so that you drank the
stupendously sweet water?

Why do you always gauge me just by the design of my
garish shoe; Why don’t you see my feet which were
ready to walk absolutely naked on a blanket of acrid
thorns; so that you slept celestially on the golden
couch?

Why do you always gauge me just by the contours of my
swanky watch; Why don’t you see my pulse that ticked
faster than the speed of light; sped more turbulently
than the shark in the ocean the very instant it
witnessed your mesmerizing countenance?

Why do you always gauge me just by the scent I
sprinkled; Why don’t you see the incredulously fervent
aroma that diffused from my nostrils when you were
standing at whisker lengths across my shoulder?

Why do you always gauge me just by the business acumen
I possessed; Why don’t you see that I was ready to
unflinchingly take on the mantle of this entire world;
to savor a chance of perpetually hovering around your
voluptuous demeanor?

Why do you always gauge me just by the fraternity of
food I consumed for each meal in the day; Why don’t
you see the infinite hours that I was prepared to
remain starved; so that you relished the tantalizing
cherry of your choice?

Why do you always gauge me just by the pen I stuck to
my persona; Why don’t you see the overwhelming zeal in
my fingers to write a book on your fascinating life;
all on my own?

And why do you always gauge me just by the shirt I
wore to engulf my visage; Why don’t you see the madly
throbbing heart inside my chest; whose each beat was
profoundly yours; whose each throb wanted to
immortally capture your love and make it for always
mine?


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Why just Happy Birthday once a year? ? ?

 

I was amazingly born everytime; I spoke the unflinchingly peerless truth; wholesomely unperturbed and unaffected by the zillion abuses and gory atrocities meted upon me; by the fathomless planet outside,

I was ecstatically born everytime; I wholeheartedly embraced each orphan that I encountered in my way; compassionately and forever carrying him towards his ultimate destination and treating him like one of my very own blood and kin,

I was spell bindingly born everytime; I wafted the essence of eternally fructifying symbiotism from even the most inconspicuous of my senses; holistically melanged with each of my surroundings as one of its most priceless gifts of creation divine,

I was spectacularly born everytime; I tirelessly evolved panoramically humanitarian poetry; out of wisps of sheer and pathetically dwindling nothingness,

I was ebulliently born everytime; I fearlessly set out to adventure; stumbling upon an infinite more new creations of Mother Nature; when I’d just thought that the world had now come to a virtual standstill,

I was triumphantly born everytime; I wholesomely changed the miserably jinxed destiny lines on my palms; reached the absolute zenith of philanthropic success with sheer hard work and an infinite droplets of righteous sweat,

I was exuberantly born everytime; I earnestly attempted my very best to perpetually coalesce every caste; creed; religion; color and sect under the Omnipotent Sun; into the most unconquerably supreme religion of humanity,

I was victoriously born everytime; I unabashedly proliferated into countless of my own; sowing the astoundingly virile seeds of my body; to far and wide by the grace of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord,

I was blessedly born everytime; I infallibly marched on the path of unshakable righteousness; even though it was barbarously laden with a countless agonizingly blood-stained thorns,

I was effulgently born everytime; I selflessly entered the body of each disastrously suffering organism on this planet; felt its pain as my very own; and then tried my very best to ameliorate it towards the aisles of celestial paradise,

I was poignantly born everytime; I exuded an infinite droplets of love from every conceivable pore of my impoverished form; then used the same for the creation of a brand new civilization whose foundations rested on the bricks of immortally bounteous compassion,

I was everlastingly born everytime; I took fresh breath into my nostrils; with a perennial resolve to uproot even the most infinitesimal trace of dastardly evil; from the fabric of this conventionally sanctimonious society,

I was interminably born everytime; I uninhibitedly fantasized till even beyond the realms of unlimited eternity; about the pristine pearls of goodness forever falling and blessing the trajectory of earth divine,

I was bountifully born everytime; I euphorically propagated to every existing corner of this limitless Universe; that the religion of humanity was bigger and greater than any other blood relation thriving on this planet,

I was stupendously born everytime; I stopped the indiscriminate felling of trees; planting a countless more seedlings for every blissfully venerated tree mercilessly massacred,

I was enchantingly born everytime; I relentlessly discovered every aspect and pore of my beloved’s body; culminating into the ultimate fireball of undefeatedly tantalizing thrill,

I was supremely born everytime; I royally replenished even the tiniest of my agony and desire; wholesomely enshrouding each of my senses with the resplendently enlightening fruits of mother nature,

I was impregnably born everytime; I kissed the Omniscient feet of my mother to be further blessed; affably cuddled in her altruistic lap; to be timelessly caressed as once again her newborn child,

I was wonderfully born everytime; I made every haplessly deprived female on earth as my benign sister; invincibly protected her chastity from even the most invisible trace of the devil; and for the remainder of my life,

I was fantastically born everytime; I perpetuated beams of literate enlightenment into the lives of all those worthlessly illiterate; endlessly fought for establishing their egalitarian right in every shoulder and walk of life,

I was insuperably born everytime; the Omnipotent Almighty Lord felt that a worthlessly non-existent molecule such as me; was one amongst his countless blessed ones alive,

Then tell me; why do you wish me and an infinite like me a “Happy Birthday” only just once in a year; when infact we were born into a countless more undefeated lives; every single instant that we ardently committed ourselves to the unassailable chapters of humanity; goodness and symbiotic life….

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»Why not mothers initials?

 

It was only a mother who so majestically bore you 9 months in her Omnipotent womb; nourishing every ingredient of your blessed body and bone; with her very own pricelessly inimitable blood,

It was only a mother who delivered you so celestially to the world; not letting even the most infinitesimal of scratch engulf your persona; whilst bearing the most indescribably excruciating of pain,

It was only a mother who so compassionately suckled you with her sacrosanct milk; mollifying even the most mercurial trace of your irascible hunger; although she was uncontrollably shivering in cancerous disease all the time,

It was only a mother who so holistically taught you how to walk; following and tracing even the most oblivious footstep of yours; whilst you kicked your baby feet in uninhibited abandon towards her impeccable face,

It was only a mother who so obsessively searched every cranny of this earth; to feed you with the best food and fruit available; bearing countless a whiplash of the sadistically pugnacious society in the entire process,

It was only a mother who so unsurpassably trembled in the freezing winter night; but enveloped every inch of your tiny form in the last altruistic robe adorning her venerated body,

It was a only mother who so endlessly fought against the entire planet; just so that you wholesomely followed even the most unconventionally evanescent dreams of your heart; just so that you blossomed till realms beyond infinite infinity in whatever symbiotic you chose to do,

It was only a mother who so irrefutably believed every voice that emanated from your soul; even as the entire Universe ignominiously slandered you and incarcerated you in ghoulishly crippling chains,

It was only a mother who so magnanimously condoned even the most unpardonable of your sin; infallibly believing it when you said that it had happened quite inadvertently from your demeanor,

It was only a mother who so indefatigably prayed to the Omniscient Almighty Lord for your perpetual betterment; whilst herself pathetically emaciating on a coffin of cadaverously fetid thorns,

It was only a mother who so selflessly and forever showered her countless blessings upon your impoverished form; even though at times you rebuked her; and lived in separated dwellings after earning your own livelihood,

It was only a mother who so brilliantly sketched even the most ethereal ingredient of your form with the redolent blood in her veins; even in the most diabolically crucifying of blackness,

It was only a mother who so perennially congratulated you at the even the most fugitive of your accomplishment; whilst the entire tawdry planet unceasingly laughed at your inanely frigid foolhardiness,

It was only a mother who so inexhaustibly stood guard by your side all day and satanic night; invincibly safe-guarding you from even the most dreariest voice of the devil; whilst you snored in bounteous heaven’s paradise,

It was only a mother who so unabashedly sold herself to every tangible trace of the chauvinistic male demon; just in order to earn that extra penny; which would add an undefeated glint to each element of your survival,

It was only a mother who so indefatigably harnessed even the most fleeting trace of your creativity; epitomizing the artist effulgently radiating from your breath; to perpetually blend with the Omnipresent Almighty Lord,

It was only a mother who so royally ameliorated you from the dungeons of torturous pain; metamorphosing even the most unstoppably bleeding of your wounds into the unassailable light of the Morning Sun; with just a single of her miraculous caress,

It was only a mother who so immortally loved you as her child; immortally dedicated every beat of her heart to your ecstatic creation; for a countless more of her lifetimes,

It was only a mother who so timelessly nourished every aspect of your truncated existence with her unflinchingly godly breath; tirelessly pumping victorious life in your mind; body; soul and spirit; even after she inevitably left for her heavenly abode,









And yet you fecklessly decrepit human molecule overlooked everything that she’d done for you; cannibalistically overlooked the incomparable sacrifices that she’d made to enable you to live an unlimited number of lifetimes; ruthlessly embossing your father’s initials instead of hers between your name and surname; just because it’d been going on since thousands of years; and just because your spuriously stupid society said…

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»Why not we forever live in the same breath?

 

A different spoon for you and a different spoon for me; why not we forever digest with the same spoon; whose metal was made of the threads of invincibly compassionate symbiotism,

A different glass for you and a different glass for me; why not we forever drink in the same glass; whose walls were made of the fathomless entrenchments of unshakably faithful friendship,

A different vehicle for you and a different vehicle for me; why not we forever travel in the same vehicle; whose body was made of the spirit of unflinchingly unconquerable togetherness,

A different plate for you and a different plate for me; why not we forever eat in the same plate; whose base was made of the elements of perennially fructifying humanity,

A different cloth for you and a different cloth for me; why not we forever cover our shivering bodies with the same cloth; whose fabric was made of the eternally bounteous rudiments of Mother Nature,

A different dwelling for you and a different dwelling for me; why not we forever live in the same dwelling; whose roof was made of the most unassailable skies of priceless brotherhood,

A different job for you and a different job for me; why not we forever do the same philanthropic job together; whose each conceivably working hour was for the perennial amelioration of all tyrannically deprived living kind,

A different path for you and a different path for me; why not we forever walk on the same path; whose every tangible bifurcation, fearlessly led to the ultimate epitomes of impregnable truth and sparkling righteousness,

A different tune for you and a different tune for me; why not we forever listen to the same tune; whose every decibel miraculously quelled all indiscriminate terrorism and royally led all towards the path of immortal love,

A different fantasy for you and a different fantasy for me; why not we forever delve into the same fantasy; whose silken paradise comprised of nothing else but; the ubiquitously spell binding beats of infallible love,

A different river for you and a different river for me; why not we forever bathe in the same river; whose waters eventually melanged with the unsurpassably bestowing ocean of peace,

A different country for you and a different country for me; why not we forever live in the same country; whose infinite foundations were erected on the ingredients of altruistic unity,

A different name for you and a different name for me; why not we forever embrace the same name; whose characters just spoke of nothing else but the indefatigably consecrating spirit of humanitarian oneness,

A different religion for you and a different religion for me; why not we forever befriend the same religion; whose boundless intricacies eventually and finally coalesced; with the everlasting religion of humanity,

A different inspiration for you and a different inspiration for me; why not we forever adapt the same source of inspiration; whose peerlessly optimistic rays of divine light; interminably perpetuated their way through the most despicable tunnels of asphyxiating pain and blackness,

A different shade for you and a different shade for me; why not we forever rest under the same shade; whose every reflection symbiotically unfurled the fathomless moods of vivaciously pristine Mother Nature,

A different school for you and a different school for me; why not we forever study in the same school; whose every classroom undyingly taught the principles of triumphant selflessness,

A different breath for you and a different breath for me; why not we forever survive in the same breath; whose unparalleled fieriness timelessly led towards the chapters of bounteously utopian life,

A different beat for you and a different beat for me; why not we forever love in the same heartbeat; whose every immortal palpitation brought every living being on the trajectory of this planet; closer and closer to the Omnipotent Lord divine…

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»Why should I?

 

Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an
ocean; just because the acrimoniously slithering
cactus; wanted it to?

Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into
glittering gold; just because the lecherously
manipulative wandering aimlessly; wanted them to?

Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose
itself into a shivering cocoon; just because the
diminutively cowardly scared of leading life; wanted
it to?

Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose
itself into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just
because the dastardly demons desirous for luxury;
wanted it to?

Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically
through the veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice;
just because the worthlessly vindictive ghost; wanted
it to?

Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into
a melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some
fanatics of spuriously sanctimonious religion; wanted
it to?

Why should the inconspicuously irascible ant
metamorphose itself into a succulent deer; just
because the tumultuously roaring lion; wanted it to?

Why should the overwhelmingly slushy swamp
metamorphose itself into a road of formidably gripping
concrete; just because those disastrously unable to
find their foot; wanted it to?

Why should the preposterously gigantic shark
metamorphose itself into an immaculately shimmering
pearl; just because the baselessly petrified
passengers on the shores; wanted it to?

Why should the boisterously bustling baby metamorphose
itself into a symmetrically trimmed angel; just
because the ostentatiously threadbare party; wanted it
to?

Why should the lethally venomous snake metamorphose
itself into hives replenishing with golden honey; just
because the pretentiously philosophizing; wanted it to
?

Why should the infinitesimally fluttering mosquito
metamorphose itself into a paradise of unending
fantasy; just because the treacherously snoring
terrorist; wanted it to?

Why should the divinely smiling girl metamorphose
itself into a puristic boy; just because the
traditionally uncouth parents; wanted it to?

Why should the avalanches; earthquakes; tornadoes;
metamorphose themselves into sparkling diamonds; just
because ruthlessly penalizing mankind; wanted them to
?

Why should the despicably ailing old man metamorphose
himself into a ghastly corpse; just because the
manipulatively parasitic sons; wanted him to?

Why should the invincibly secure lock metamorphose
itself into an articulate key; just because the
hideous battalion of burglars; wanted it to?

Why should the celestially placid stones metamorphose
themselves into appetizing morsels of tangible food;
just because horrendously lazy urchins; wanted them to
?

Why should each beam of darkness metamorphose itself
into the flamboyantly dazzling Sun; just because the
satanically barbaric yearning for an eternal day;
wanted them to?

Why should immortal love metamorphose itself into
invidiously sinister betrayal; just because the
rigidly extraneous world; wanted it to?

Why should sacred life metamorphose itself into
pathetically gruesome death; just because some power
hungry leaders; wanted it to?

And why should I; stop writing; breathing; fantasizing;
poetry from the inner most realms of my heart;
metamorphose myself into deplorably stinking office;
just because the uncouthly unforgiving society around;
wanted me to?


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»Why should I stop writing poetry?

 

Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an
ocean; just because the acrimoniously slithering
cactus; wanted it to?
Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into
glittering gold; just because the lecherously
manipulative wandering aimlessly; wanted them to?
Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose
itself into a shivering cocoon; just because the
diminutively cowardly scared of leading life;
wanted it to?
Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose
itself into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just
because the dastardly demons desirous for luxury;
wanted it to?
Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically
through the veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice;
just because the worthlessly vindictive ghost;
wanted it to?
Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into
a melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some
fanatics of spuriously sanctimonious religion;
wanted it to?
Why should the inconspicuously irascible ant
metamorphose itself into a succulent deer; just
because the tumultuously roaring lion; wanted it to?
Why should the overwhelmingly slushy swamp
metamorphose itself into a road of formidably gripping
concrete; just because those disastrously unable to
find their foot;
wanted it to?
Why should the preposterously gigantic shark
metamorphose itself into an immaculately shimmering
pearl; just because the baselessly petrified
passengers on the shores; wanted it to?
Why should the boisterously bustling baby metamorphose
itself into a symmetrically trimmed angel; just
because the ostentatiously threadbare party;
wanted it to?
Why should the lethally venomous snake metamorphose
itself into hives replenishing with golden honey; just
because the pretentiously philosophizing;
wanted it to?
Why should the infinitesimally fluttering mosquito
metamorphose itself into a paradise of unending
fantasy; just because the treacherously snoring terrorist;
wanted it to?
Why should the divinely smiling girl metamorphose
itself into a puristic boy; just because the
traditionally uncouth parents;
wanted it to?
Why should the avalanches; earthquakes; tornadoes;
metamorphose themselves into sparkling diamonds; just
because ruthlessly penalizing mankind;
wanted them to?
Why should the despicably ailing old man metamorphose
himself into a ghastly corpse; just because the
manipulatively parasitic sons;
wanted him to?
Why should the invincibly secure lock metamorphose
itself into an articulate key; just because the
hideous battalion of burglars;
wanted it to?
Why should the celestially placid stones metamorphose
themselves into appetizing morsels of tangible food;
just because horrendously lazy urchins;
wanted them to?
Why should each beam of darkness metamorphose itself
into the flamboyantly dazzling Sun; just because the
satanically barbaric yearning for an eternal day;
wanted them to?
Why should immortal love metamorphose itself into
invidiously sinister betrayal; just because the
rigidly extraneous world;
wanted it to?
Why should sacred life metamorphose itself into
pathetically gruesome death; just because some power
hungry leaders;
wanted it to?
And why should I; stop writing; breathing; fantasizing;
poetry from the inner most realms of my heart;
metamorphose myself into deplorably stinking office;
just because the uncouthly unforgiving society around;
wanted me to?


©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Why should I? -1

 

Why should I embrace the satanically lecherous; with
uncouth blood stained profusely on their devilish
palms?
When I had her impeccable memories floating vividly;
in the crystalline white of my poignant eyes…

Why should I play with the acrimonious demons;
frolicking in their land inundated with treacherous
sin and blood?
When I had her irrefutably sacrosanct shadow by my
side; profoundly alluring me with its ravishing
charisma and philanthropic charm…

Why should I bow down in front of the horrendously
ghastly traitors; barbarically tyrannizing and
rebuking innocent mothers?
When I had her divine persona nestling indefatigably
in my soul; enriching it towards its ultimate goal;
its most unfathomable richness in life…

Why should I philosophize the indiscriminately
illegitimate essence of evil; harnessing coldblooded
monsters to escalate higher than the clouds?
When I had her vivaciously benign dreams in my mind;
her rhapsodic fragrance which tirelessly kept casting
its irrevocable spell; upon each dwindling bone of my
penurious countenance….

Why should I frantically search for hideous crime;
assassinating blissful life diabolically from the
trajectory of this celestial Universe?
When I had the magnanimous festoon of her humanitarian
ideals; lingering in even the most inconspicuous
ingredient of my crimson blood…

Why should I blend with the torturous winds of malice;
weighing myself every instant in the heinously
stinking scales of manipulative give and take?
When I had her battalion of boundless smiles
incarcerated safely within the periphery of my lips;
endlessly catapulting me to an island of everlasting
joy and stupendous fulfillment…

Why should I entangle myself into the murderous battle
for insatiable power; baselessly leading each moment
of my life to achieve a stardom at the cost of
ruthless bloodshed?
When I had her sacred palms perpetually united in
mine; her godly feet matching my every step; as I
propelled forward to scrap parasites from mankind…

Why should I commit horrifically deplorable suicide;
relinquish the last breath of my life in utter
hopelessness and unsurpassable despair?
When I her incredulously melodious sounds
intransigently engulfing my ears; making me desire
beyond the realms of the absolute extraordinary;
marvelously quenching every benevolent ambition of
mine….

And why should I dream of another birth with Herculean
power; blessed with a miraculous prowess to
metamorphose every inconspicuous stone into
glitteringly mesmerizing gold?
When I had her immortal heartbeats imprisoned in the
innermost realms of my chest; granting me the
insurmountable tenacity to lead an infinite more
births in this single lifetime of mine; making me feel
the richest man alive; even as I stood for a few
seconds on the doorsteps of rotting hell…

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