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»Will you still accept me as your husband? ? ?

 

Does only going to the corporate office from an exact 9 in the morning to 9 in the bewitching night; prove that a man is indeed an infallibly true husband to his jubilantly vivacious wife?

Does only possessing a perfectly sculptured masculine and virile body; prove that a man is indeed an unconquerably blessed husband to his euphorically tantalizing wife?

Does only earning infinite bundles of quintessential currency note every month; prove that a man is indeed an inimitably worthy husband to his pristinely effulgent wife?

Does only attending the world’s premium cocktail parties and conferences; prove that a man is indeed a pricelessly undefeatable husband to his wondrously enthralling wife?

Does only draping each conceivable pore of the skin with the most opulent fabric; pearls; and ties available in the world; prove that a man is indeed a stupendously enamoring husband to his beautifully effervescent wife?

Does only attracting gargantuan hordes of crowds towards with the mere essence of a celebrity personality; prove that a man is indeed a deservedly smart husband to his insuperably redolent wife?

Does only unceasingly perpetuating the atmosphere with the scent of majestic cigar smoke and kingly wine; prove that a man is indeed a effulgently princely husband to his poignantly intricate wife?

Does only having an inimitably infallible signature proudly embossed on every existing check; prove that a man is indeed a regally eclectic husband to his triumphantly gyrating wife?
Does only conversing at an unbelievably adroit nineteen to the dozen in the most enviably impregnable British accent; prove that a man is indeed an amazingly fulfilling husband to his unimpeachably contemporary wife?

Does only exuding into a billion globules of perseveringly golden sweat every day; prove that a man is indeed an earnestly hard working husband to his piquantly boisterous wife?

Does only possessing supernaturally miraculous qualities of being able to fly bare-chested in freezing air; prove that a man is indeed a truly devoted husband to his eternally replenishing wife?

Does only possessing an unparalleled sense of humor wherein even the most deliriously suicidal metamorphosed into smiling saints; prove that a man is indeed a proficiently versatile husband to his robustly exhilarating wife?

Does only having a magically unwavering baritone that spell bound millions in minute seconds; prove that a man is indeed a bountifully ardent husband to his unfathomably sensuous wife?

Does only writing countless lines of “Nobel Prize Winning” literature on Immortal Love; prove that a man is indeed an uniquely pioneering husband to his unconventionally Samaritan wife?

Does only endlessly winning over every territory of the boundless earth; prove that a man is indeed a fervently unassailable husband to his magnetically enthralling wife?

Does only being inundated with infinite hair and glistening muscle on the chest; prove that a man is indeed an astonishingly audacious husband to his gregariously pretty wife?

Does only being an unequivocally svelte emperor on the world stage of unprecedented power; prove that a man is indeed a wondrously iridescent husband to his gorgeously supple wife?

Does only indefatigably gallivanting in the most scintillating of “Rolls Royce” and “Mercedes”; prove that a man is indeed an unmatched dream husband to his unfathomably vanity wife?

Does only astoundingly sketching the persona of any organism on the unceasing Universe merely by fantasizing about the same; prove that a man is indeed a jubilantly embracing husband to his charmingly benign wife?

And if didn’t posses even a single quality amongst the several spell bindingly enriching ones as listed above; although each beat of my immortally throbbing heart loves you like noone else could on this tirelessly proliferating planet; will you still accept me as your husband; O! darling wife? ? ?

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»Wings of love

 

I wanted to fly high in the blue sky on the wings of love;
Traversing through balls of white cotton clouds; listening to the mellifluous chirping of birds,
Having a silent peep at the blazing Sun; admiring its enchanting and radiant shine,
Bathing in the unrelenting rain pelting down; trying to catch the tiny droplets in my palms,
Watching atrocious airplanes whizzing past me at electric speeds; invading the serenity of the atmosphere,
Confronting chilly draughts of breeze as I proceeded; occasional flakes of snow caressing my hair,
The horizon appearing just at arms lengths from my body; as if the Sun was ready to gobble me for supper,
Earthly inhabitation infinite kilometers away from my sight; with a panoramic view of the towering mountains,
The innocuous white of my skin transiting to scarlet red; as gusty winds rushed across in fury,
A fleet of twinkling stars staring down at me in pin dropp silence; preparing to shimmer in the night,
Thunderous black clouds obliterating me completely from visions of earth,
The only food being; a blend of white and colored air inundating my mouth,
The need for water not arising; in the bitter cold and freezing sheets of wind,
With me somersaulting several times on my back; viewing the sky in ecstasy walking upside down,
A feeling of reverence; feeling the divine Creator in whispering distances of my silhouette,
There was no pollution; adulteration; not even the faintest trace of civilization as I flew,
The open conglomerate of sky and space besieging me in a vice like grip,
Simply not a soul to disturb me throughout the long day; the tenacious light of the moon engulfing me in darkness,
I remembered my close affiliates; siblings; and most importantly the spell binding cadence of her voice,
As I flew still higher in the sky; on the wings of perpetual love.
 
»With the blessings of the Almighty God

 

We met on the boisterously bustling traffic streets;
casting an evanescent glimpse amidst the juggernaut of
bulky truck and traffic,

We flirted on the profusely foliated tree tops;
winking at each other to the most unprecedented of our
hearts content,

We stared unrelentingly under the creamy moon; trying
to decipher our destinies sandwiched within the
sparkling whites of our eye,

We flaunted our majestically robust skins under the
dazzling Sun; basking in the flamboyant glory of its
festoon of magnificently enchanting rays,

We fantasized to realms beyond fathomless eternity;
tossing ardently on the astronomical summit of the
gigantic mountain,

We shouted till the last breath down our lungs;
profoundly relishing the mystically enticing voice
which reverberated past boundless continents; after
clashing against the gregarious rocks,

We merrily munched through a conglomerate of
tantalizing fruit; sitting beside the rambunctiously
quacking ducks in the farm,

We bathed indefatigably in the seductively dribbling
gorgeous waterfall; profusely enjoying it every
unleashing minute; as reinvigorating pints of liquid
gushed past our skins,

We danced rhapsodically in the heart of the jungle;
gyrating exuberantly to the vivacious rustling of the
leaves; the royally spell binding tunes of the
nightingale,

We kissed in the aisles of insatiably augmenting
passion; engulfing our shivering flesh with
compassionate blankets of breath,

We chased each other through the incomprehensible
labyrinth of enigmatic tunnels; squealing like new
born infants as the blackness took a vindictive
stranglehold of the light,

We euphorically pulled our hair in the poignantly
undulating sea; inundating our limp bodies with tons
of piquantly pepped up salt,

We philandered in gay abandon on the golden stallion;
sequestering our clandestine venture to the best of
our ability from the uncouthly satanic society,

We discovered each other in the perpetually solitary
dungeons; understanding the inexplicably varied
aspects of bountiful existence,

We mischievously slapped each other on the bed covers
of grandiloquently frozen ice; instilling a frenzied
ardor in our lifelessly chilled veins,

We admired each other on the temple steps; fervently
incarcerated by the stupendously fabulous creation of
the Almighty Lord,

We slept under the island of opalescently shimmering
stars; whispering the nostalgic tales of impeccable
childhood in our intricately sensitive eardrums,

We proposed to each other at the crack of surreally
obscure dawn; so that the first rays of the flaming
morning stood an invincible testimonial to our sacred
love,

And we married in the realms of the immortally divine
heavens; with the blessings of Almighty God; ensuring
that we stayed united in threads of holy matrimony for
times beyond what life could ever foresee….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»With every beat of my heart

 

Not even the most voluptuously sensuous of clouds; surreally wandering till eternity in fathomless cosmotic space; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most tantalizingly nubile of dewdrops; profoundly shimmering in nocturnal moonlight like the ultimate queen’s garland of exotic pearls; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most invincibly Herculean mountaintops; unflinchingly towering towards the heavens in the face of the mightiest of attack; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most royally undulating seas; timelessly blessing the pristine shores with gloriously unassailable froth; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most perennially overflowing of treasuries; from which rained solely a torrentially unstoppable cascade of mystically resplendent silver and gold; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most mellifluously rejuvenating of nightingales; perpetuating the unlimitedly dreary atmosphere with miraculously ameliorating sounds; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most boundlessly burgeoning of skies; celestially reflecting an ocean of bounteously virile crystalline blue; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most vivaciously cascading droplets of rain; metamorphosing every tawdrily sinister patch of aridness on earth into a paradise of mesmerizing beauty; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most ubiquitously silken strands of the inscrutable spider’s web; aristocratically glimmering in opulently milky moonlight; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most amazingly vivid of rainbows; filtering fresh rays of optimism and hope in the forlornly dreary sky; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most redolently proliferating of soil; the magical virility which unfathomably multiplied in lightening seconds of time; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most beautifully poignant of roses; synergistically radiating their handsomely scarlet personality to every conceivable cranny of this boundless Universe; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most triumphantly blazing of Sunshine; blistering a path of irrefutably fearless righteousness in the most bashful face of blemishing defeat; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most victoriously iridescent of moonlight; unceasingly enlightening the sordidly hedonistic fabric of the wretchedly incarcerating night; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most effulgently undefeated of blood; indefatigably diffusing the spirit of intrepidly exhilarating camaraderie; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most boundlessly unfettered of deserts; the flamingly impregnable expanse of poignant golden granules; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most tranquilly bewitching of shadows; the uncannily titillating tinge of timeless mystery that they incessantly emanated; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most fierily magnetic of breath; the endlessly insuperable cavern of seduction that it ignited in every tangible and intangible open space which it wholesomely enshrouded; had the slightest of inspiration,

Whilst with every beat of my heart; there unlimitedly triggered unconquerably sparkling fantasy in even the most obsolete dormitory of my brain; and I inevitably and inspiringly wrote an infinite lines of “Immortal Love Poetry”; till even beyond the definitions of veritably ultimate and hopelessly silencing death….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»With Great power

 

With great joy; comes the great spirit of uninhibited sharing,

With great strength; comes the great virtue of fighting the
treacherously evil,

With great height; comes the great deed of escalating traumatized
mankind to the ultimate summit,

With great speed; comes the great act of carrying the profoundly
maimed,

With great sight; comes the great perception of becoming the eyes
in perilously sinister darkness,

With great voice; comes the great feeling of speaking for the
irrevocably dumb,

With great complexion; comes the great fortitude of harbouring
the hideously distorted,

With great destiny; comes the great character to profusely
illuminate the lives of helpless orphans,

With great heart; comes the great passion of bonding immortal
souls; separated by the lecherously satanic society,

With great wealth; comes the great act of donating
philanthropically to God's suffering living kind,

With great knowledge; comes the great justice of disseminating it
sagaciously amongst brutally deprived personalities,

With great fragrance; comes the great chivalry of diffusing it to
all those corners; pathetically dwindling towards obnoxious
extinction,

With great enthusiasm; comes the great ardour to impregnate the
same; in those mourning towards clouds of desperation,

With great innocence; comes the great inspiration of
metamorphosing this manipulative planet; into an immaculate child,

With great breath; comes the great vitality to instil life in
despondently solitary entities slithering towards their graves,

With great artistry; comes the great essence of propagating
mesmerizing beauty on this globe; to people thoroughly oblivious
about chapters of mystical existence,

With great brain; comes the great idea of making the fathomless
Universe; a better place to live in,

With great fire; comes the great ability to wholesomely devour
the devil; in the swirl of Omnipotently golden flames,

And with great Power; comes the great responsibility of keeping
the Almighty Lord's planet; just the way it was; when he had
marvellously evolved and perpetually created it…


(C) COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»With the first rays of every dawn

 

With the very first crackle of every sensitively
aristocratic dawn; the very first thing that the
fathomless deserts ardently prayed for; was
blisteringly unceasing sunshine; all throughout the
tenure of the gloriously intrepid day,

With the very first rays of every ecstatically vibrant
dawn; the very first thing that the gigantic mountains
insatiably prayed for; was unflinchingly Herculean
strength; all throughout the tenure of the blissfully
harmonious day,

With the very first shimmer of every resplendently
beaming dawn; the very first thing that the boisterous
bees tirelessly prayed for; was mischievously
cavorting fields of scarlet roses; all throughout the
tenure of the symbiotically enamoring day,

With the very first unfurling of every euphorically
heartening dawn; the very first thing that the
uninhibited birds indefatigably prayed for; was
boundless playgrounds of astoundingly crystalline sky;
all throughout the tenure of the stupendously fragrant
day,

With the very first smile of every bewitchingly
magnificent dawn; the very first thing that the frosty
waters of the sea unrelentingly prayed for; was
rhapsodically myseterious undulations; all throughout
the tenure of the handsomely charismatic day,

With the very first enlightening of every marvelously
exotic dawn; the very first thing that the
compassionately moistened leaves of the forest
immutably prayed for; was enthrallingly timeless and
vivacious adventure; all throughout the tenure of the
unfathomably mesmerizing day,

With the very first sparkle of every ebulliently
innocuous dawn; the very first thing that the
impeccably wailing infant inexorably prayed for; was
divinely untainted milk of its mother; all throughout
the tenure of the fantastically panoramic day,

With the very first glimmer of every synergistically
emollient dawn; the very first thing that the
preposterously dilapidated dungeon uncontrollably
prayed for; was thunderbolts of endlessly unparalleled
light; all throughout the tenure of the celestially
immaculate day,

With the very first sprinkle of every beautifully
embellished dawn; the very first thing that the
penuriously beleaguered eyes unlimitedly prayed for;
was tantalizingly heavenly paradise; all throughout
the tenure of the eternally silken day,

With the very first blessing of every wonderfully
endowing dawn; the very first thing that the
iridescently blooming nightingale unequivocally prayed
for; was ubiquitously mollifying melody; all
throughout the tenure of the majestically ingratiating
day,

With the very first perpetuation of every holistically
Spartan dawn; the very first thing that the
murderously starved ears irrevocably prayed for; was
the voice of philanthropically egalitarian humanity;
all throughout the tenure of the jubilantly dazzling
day,

With the very first horizon of every optimistically
vibrant dawn; the very first thing that the regally
roaring lion rapaciously prayed for; was the
inimitable armor of unassailable kinsmanship; all
throughout the tenure of the splendidly eclectic day,

With the very first spawning of every magnetically
reinvigorating dawn; the very first thing that the
bourgeoisie farmer infallibly prayed for; was the
wholesome annihilation of even the most infinitesimal
of parasite in his field; all throughout the tenure of
the blessedly gregarious day,

With the very first fulmination of every sensuously
rejuvenating dawn; the very first thing that the
pristine pearl irretrievably prayed for; was the
invincibly amiable shelter of its oyster shell; all
throughout the magically destined day,

With the very first unraveling of every eloquently
placating dawn; the very first thing that the
altruistically fearless soldier unstoppably prayed
for; was veritably scintillating victory; all
throughout the tenure of the mystically exhilarating
day,

With the very first insinuation of every convivially
embracing dawn; the very first thing that the
holistically dancing fairies limitlessly prayed for;
was insuperably beautiful concord; all throughout the
tenure of the robustly redolent day,

With the very first illumination of every miraculously
ameliorating dawn; the very first thing that the
diminutively hollow nostrils quintessentially prayed
for; was a carpet of affably uninterrupted breath; all
throughout the tenure of the propitiously artistic
day,










And with the very first unveiling of every
Omnipotently revolutionizing dawn; the very first
thing that every beat of my impoverished heart
perpetually prayed for; was the heaven of immortally
unconquerable love; not only for the tenure of the
flamboyantly triumphant day; but for an infinite more
enlightening daylights; for an infinite more
brilliantly enlightening lifetimes…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»With an existence such as this

 

Full of ecstatic adventure; overwhelmed with exuberant
happiness,

Full of unfathomable zeal; an insatiable desire to
explore to the most unprecedented limits,

Full of boisterous euphoria; an uncanny sense of
adventure blended profusely with streams of scarlet
blood,

Full of tangy spice; an ocean of passionate sweat
trickling ferociously with the unleashing second,

Full of mystical tunes; inundated with a flurry of
fabulously enchanting scent,

Full of untamed escalating spirits; the desire to love
and philander lingering astronomically in the soul,

Full of inexplicable punch; deluged with doughty
charisma from all possible and conceivable sides,

Full of mesmerizing beauty; replete with vivacious
colors to fathomlessly imagine,

Full of an unsurpassable ability to conquer;
trespassing over a blanket of acrid thorns on naked
foot,

Full of tingling smiles; a tumultuously vibrant shiver
that crept down nimbly through the spine,

Full of insurmountably daunting courage; an
unflinching will to confront the mightiest of
disaster,
Full of rustic simplicity; with the rudiments of
existence replicating primordial life of the jungles,

Full of unrelenting buoyancy; always transgressing a
couple of inches above soil,

Full of irresistible attraction; a relentless urge to
fully explore the most voluptuous tantalizing form,

Full of blazing dynamism; an incorrigible ardor to
march ahead with a perpetual longing to survive,

Full of flamboyant muscle; an incomprehensible urgency
to dash forward at the slightest of provocation,

Full of marvelous memories; reminiscing incessantly
about innocuously mischievous childhood,

Full of cheek and perennially augmenting spice;
rampantly caressing the infinite fruits of gorgeous
nature,

Full of blood-curling suspense; a thunderous virtue to
swirl as high and handsome as the stormy waves,

Full of boundless enthusiasm; a voice that
indefatigably blurted out 'NEVER SAY DIE',

And I don’t know what I was or how I might have lived
in my past life; but bless me O! Almighty Lord with an
existence such as this in my present life…..




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Without her hands in mine

 

In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was
kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended
almost magically with the mundane mud,

In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was
wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the
most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly
remaining,

In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was
to purse them passionately with my tongue; then see
for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce in
entirety with my saliva,

In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did
was to paint them afresh with loads of scintillating
whitewash and poignant color,

In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I
did was slice off that chunk of guilty wood; with
effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky
pocket knife,

In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all
I did was to gobble it with an insatiable frenzy;
guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients
adhering to my throat; over a glass of cool water,

In order to erase my name from a bonded sheet of white
paper; all I did was to use a gargantuan rubber;
caressing it arduously across the squalid sheet; to
make the stain vanish into thin oblivion,

In order to erase my name from the transparently
sparkling mirror; I applied few pints of stale liquid;
got rid off the same with incredulous ease; rubbing it
with a soft blanket of sponge,
In order to erase my name from the greasy kitchen
table; all I did was to nonchalantly dismiss off the
pool of oil; languidly towards the hollow sink,

In order to erase my name from my diabolically bald
scalp; all I did was to grow a new mass of hair; which
beautifully camouflaged it and shimmered magnificently
under the river of pearly moonlight,

In order to erase my name from the artificially
embossed pencil tip; all I did was to chew it
phlegmatically; and at the same time triggered the
dormant cells of my brain to imagine till
unprecedented limits,

In order to erase my name from the passionate sea
shores; all I did was wait for the waves to swirl
ecstatically; joyfully slap the sands and brutally
dismantle the synchronized alphabets,

In order to erase my name from the swanky car
windshield; all I did was to switch on the long
wipers; which swiped off even the most diminutive
trace of dirt; metamorphosing its demeanor as if I had
just purchased it from the showroom,

In order to erase my name from my eye; all I did was
to simply wink; see for myself as to how insipidly it
disappeared along with my volatile film of emphatic
tears,

In order to erase my name from the regional town map;
all I did was to substitute it with the initials of an
entity more proficient than me; more versatile than me
in all respects,

In order to erase my name from the records of heinous
crime; all I did was drift my life away from the most
obsolete shadow of evil; spend the remainder of my
breath left in philanthropically serving all mankind,
In order to erase my name from the cheque; all I did
was adroitly replicate it with the profound seal of my
bohemian thumb,

In order to erase my name from my friends heart; all I
did was neglected him a trifle in his times of
unsurpassably hopeless distress,

In order to erase my name from the robust bone; all id
did was to offer it to the famished stray dog; who
pulverized it within seconds into raw chowder; with
the insurmountable tenacity in his teeth,

But when I tried to erase my name from hers; that very
instant I transformed into worthless streams of
condemnable ash; left for my heavenly abode; brutally
penalized by the Almighty; and this time without her
hands in mine….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Without life

 

Without him I was indeed a Sun; but without my fiery
set of flamboyant rays,

Without him I was indeed a tree; but without my entire
conglomerate of green leaves and resplendent petals,

Without him I was indeed a panther; but without my
ferociously deafening roar,

Without him I was indeed a mammoth book; but without
my grandiloquent set of alphabets and words,

Without him I was indeed a fire; but without my
dynamically sizzling repertoire of golden flames,

Without him I was indeed a lock; but without my power
and invincible grace to protect the blissful dwelling,

Without him I was indeed a mountain; but without my
handsome summit; which once upon a time used to tower
handsomely towards the open sky,

Without him I was indeed a bar of chocolate; but
without my sweetness and delectable charisma; rotting
fetidly in an obsolete heap,

Without him I was indeed a pair of rubicund lips; but
without my voluptuously seductive and congenial
smiles,

Without him I was indeed an ocean; but without my
flurry of ravishingly mesmerizing and supremely salty
waves,

Without him I was indeed a cloud; but without my
globules of life yielding and sparkling rain,
Without him I was indeed a house; but without my
inevitable network of fortified doors and transparent
windows,

Without him I was indeed a rose; but without my
stupendously alluring perfume and Kingly redolence
which I used to waft every second across this
boundless Universe,

Without him I was indeed a car; but without my
steering wheel; maneuvering wildly towards the valley
of death as each moment unfurled by,

Without him I was indeed a butterfly; but without my
hinges of opalescent wings; lying dilapidated in a
remote heap; well cloistered away from blatant sight,

Without him I was indeed a desert; but without my
glistening fleet of unsurpassable sands and the long
line of ambling camels; which used to mark my
existence,

Without him I was indeed a road; but without any
direction; slithering helplessly on the ground; trying
to search for my mooring under the devil's breath,

Without him I was indeed a diamond; but without my
scintillating radiance and tenaciously omnipotent
shine,

Without him I was indeed a mouth; but without my
speech and decaying in mute oblivion for the remainder
of my tyrannized life,

Without him I was indeed an eye; but without my tears;
staring lifelessly and for times greater than eternity
into satanic space,

Without him I was indeed a stone; but without my
ability to produce thunderous noise,
Without him I was indeed a clown; but without any
ability to make people leap in ecstatic melody and
leap,

Without him I was indeed a sleep; but without my
dreams and unprecedented realms of tantalizing
fantasy,

Without him I was indeed a palm; but without my
battalion of profoundly embossed and divinely destiny
lines,

Without him I was indeed a heart; but without my
overwhelming reservoir of passionately palpitating
beats,

Without him I was indeed a soul; but without my
conscience or knowing the slightest about the spirit
of my existence,


And without God I was simply a Man; who although
appeared to be normally breathing on the streets; but
was irrefutably shivering and without life…..




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Without my beloved

 

Every wall of this house stabbed me like a million
scorpions; venomously crippling each fountain of my
exquisitely bountiful thought,

Every stair of this house made me stagger like a
boundless matchsticks; uncouthly pulverizing me at
every step; for ostensibly no fault of mine,

Every nail of this house pierced me brutally like the
corridors of hell; unrelentingly permeating deeper and
deeper into my satiny flesh; playing a sadistically
gory game with my disastrously wailing nerves,

Every space of this house devilishly stared at me for
times immemorial; savagely lambasting every cranny of
my drearily wasting persona; with remorsefully satanic
morbidity,

Every picture of this house thrashed me unsparingly
like a salaciously ghoulish ghost; vindictively
scaring even the most infinitesimal wisps of daylight;
from every bone of my shivering countenance,

Every web of this house gruesomely diseased me;
lethally incarcerating even the most blissful of my
energies; in a corpse of forlorn oblivion and
nothingness,

Every window of this house abhorrently spewed shards
of vengeful glass into my eyes; profusely staining
even the most inconspicuous element of my persona;
with unfathomable oceans of savage blood,

Every mirror of this house reflected a billion witches
to me; ghastily inundating my impeccable soul with
the; traumatically tyrannized cry of the insidious
devil,

Every dust particle of this house lecherously tainted
my visage forever; ominously drowning each speck of
benign goodness embedded in my conscience; in the sea
of coldblooded murder,

Every droplet of water in this house demonically
blinded my eyes; metamorphosed me into a pool of
sardonically fulminating acid; the very instant that I
consumed even a fraction of it,

Every dungeon of this house barbarically imprisoned me
for countless more births to unveil; murderously
slashing my wrists and fingers; of their magnificently
spell binding artistry,

Every tap of this house barked a volley of
incoherently mortifying abuse at my righteous flesh;
incessantly drifting me towards the world of bawdy
raunchiness; a prison of preposterously empty
skeletons and parasitic mice,

Every brick of this house horrendously squelched my
innocent toes; viciously raining like a thunderbolt of
endless anguish upon my senses; on every step that I
trespassed ahead,

Every watch of this house vengefully threatened me
with its deafening sound; as its series of tick-tocks
devilishly augmented by the unfurling minute; to
acridly blast even the most sensitively immaculate
arenas of my eardrums,

Every curtain of this house perniciously asphyxiated
me in the heart of the precariously ungainly midnight;
choking even the remotest traces of humility from my
demeanor; to eventually sleep with the naked crabs,

Every echo of this house indiscriminately stripped me
of all my robust flesh; feasting on my gorily barren
skeleton; with its teeth of dolorously debilitating
doom,

Every rail of this house perennially whipped me on my
silken backside; tormenting even the most holistic
ingredients in my blood; to ultimately surrender to
the commands of the lecherously gleaming devil,

Every thread of this house slit my throat into a
countless strands of mangled flesh and bone; even
before I could utter my last prayer; whisper the
slightest of passionate sound,

Every currency coin in this house slit me apart into
an infinite pieces of worthless shit; making it hard
for the commoner to discern; between my grotesque
carcass and the meat of the stinking pigs,

And believe me; this was the same house in which I had
lived all my life like a priceless prince innocuously
blending my soul with God and the panoramic winds of
Mother nature; while today the same haunted me worse
than my veritable corpse; as it lay empty without my
beloved…


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