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»In order to savagely die

 

In order to embarrassingly fall on the ground; one
must first try to audaciously stand,

In order to vehemently cry aloud in astonishingly calm
air; one must first try to inculcate the virtue of
uninhibited laughter,

In order to be blatantly illiterate; one must first
try to imbibe the meaning of sagacious and
discerningly literate,

In order to be dismally gloomy; one must first try to
flirtatiously smile,

In order to be disastrously defeated; one must first
try to embrace exhilarating victory,

In order to feel gruesomely bizarre winds of freezing
cold; one must first try to experience the winds of
inexorably blistering heat,

In order to starve to unprecedented limits; one must
first try to eat succulent morsels of tantalizing food
to the most gargantuan of his heart's content,

In order to thunderously sneeze; one must first try to
inhale in fresh draughts of exuberant breath,

In order to get overwhelmingly wounded; one must first
try to valiantly brandish a sword and fight,

In order to remain as still and motionless as the
morbid corpse; one must first try to boisterously
march at the crack of every euphoric dawn,

In order to dance naked on the viciously barren
streets; one must first try embellish himself
completely from fluffy head to diminutive feet,

In order to hysterically scream; one must first try to
remain perpetually silent,

In order to fight unceremoniously with innocuous
people sleeping in their dwelling; one must first try
to incessantly pray,

In order to blink indefatigably without the slightest
of control; one must first try to prudently stare for
marathon hours on the trot,

In order to perceive the most obnoxious stench
existing on this planet; one must first try to
profoundly absorb the stupendous scent of the scarlet
rose,

In order to thunderously yawn in the midst of the
bombastic conference; one must first try to sit
sagaciously for countless hours on the desk; without
budging the tiniest either to the right; or the
extreme left,

In order to break the glass into infinite splinters of
serrated mirror; one must first try to wholesomely
admire his reflection to unsurpassable extents; even
after ghoulish nightfall,

In order to commit salacious acts of mortifying
betrayal; one must first try to wholeheartedly; and
truly love,

In order to trip head on to the rock bottom of the
obdurate ground; one must first try to dexterously
clamber up the escalating and rickety staircase,

In order to go perpetually blind; one must first try
to enjoy the spell binding and mesmerizing prowess of
handsome sight,

In order to disdainfully drown to the bed of the deep
and fathomless ocean; one must first try to
uninhibitedly swing his arms and swim,

In order to become barbarically dumb; one must first
try to eloquently speak and sing,

And in order to savagely die and brusquely relinquish
breath; one must first try and lead life; move his
hands and feet for existence; move his hands to
blissfully survive…





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»In order to wipe my sins

 

In order to wipe sweat trickling down my nape; I used a
large bandanna,
in order to wipe blotches of mud from my demeanor; I
used a soft towel,
in order to wipe scalding tea from my shirt; I used a
colossal palm leaf,
in order to wipe invincible stains of crimson betel; I
used stringent
antiseptic,
in order to wipe agglutinated paint from the wall; I
used a blend of water and
salt,
in order to wipe tonnes of sawdust from the pellucid
glass; I used a fluffy
brush of handsome cotton,
in order to wipe sumptuous grape vine from the
barrel; I used my tongue,
in order to wipe oleaginous grease from live grass; I
used micro thin bristles
of brush,
in order to wipe disdainful sewage from earth; I used a
pair of dry twigs to
incinerate,
in order to wipe saline tears from her eyes; I used my
strong palm,
in order to wipe immaculate chalk from the
blackboard, I used a rosewood
duster,
in order to wipe incongruous thorns from the mystical
grave; I used a forked
pickaxe,
in order to wipe blood oozing profusely from my
wounds; I used a concoction of
whisky and sponge,
in order to wipe erroneous blunders in
pronunciation; I used the dictionary,
in order to wipe mascara from her dainty eyes; I used
my luscious red lips,
in order to wipe my bowels clean of debris; I used a
well spun sanitary towel,
in order to wipe brackish footprints of my triangular
feet; I used soft
detergent,
in order to wipe flakes of white powder from my scalp;
i vociferously used an
extract of medieval roots,
in order to wipe venomous poison from her cheek; I
articulately used my teeth
and withdrew,
in order to wipe moisture from sequestered interiors
of my home; I made use of
fumigating sunlight,
and in order to wipe the heinous sins I committed this
existing life; I took
birth for infinite decades,
harnessing the void created with my precious blood


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»In our succeeding lives…

 

Just when we’d completed the most immortally blessing kiss of all times; with our insatiably crimson lips; now profusely oozing cloudbursts of unparalleled passion,

Just when we’d completed the most sensuously tantalizing chase of all times; with our enigmatically aroused skin pores now desiring nothing else but the untamed smooch of our lips,

Just when we’d completed the most thunderously igniting caress of all times; with our arms now wanting to altruistically relinquish everything worldly around; to forever unite in the spirit of invincible oneness,

Just when we’d completed the most mellifluously romantic songs of all times; with our throats now voicing the innermost tunes of our enamoring soul; without moving even an infinitesimal fraction,

Just when we’d completed the most heart-to-heart discussions of all times; with our forms now desiring nothing else but celestial rest; for an infinite more destined lifetimes,

Just when we’d completed the most symbiotically shared meals of all times; with our bloodstreams now eternally united in the strings of miraculously ameliorating humanity,

Just when we’d completed the most boundlessly bewitching fantasizing of all times; with our brains now fully comprehending each other in every tangible and intangibly cognizable shape; situation; color and form,

Just when we’d completed the most ravishingly unbridled explorations of all times; with our fingers now wanting to solely intertwine in the best of friendship on this earth—that eventually led to the gates of ultimate paradise,
Just when we’d completed the most euphorically mollifying victories of all times; with our spirits now yearning to only see- the devil being unsparingly torched to the last bone of its fecklessly frigid spine,

Just when we’d completed the most spell-bindingly fiery dance of all times; with our muscles and bones now only fervently yearning—to wholesomely surrender to every stroke of destiny and unleashing time,

Just when we’d completed the most wholeheartedly untamed guffaw of all times; with our jaws now wanting to do nothing else; but contentedly sleep for a thousand more centuries to unveil,

Just when we’d completed the most voluptuously exotic suckling of all times; with our tongues now finding heavenly sweetness; in even the most bitter venom that dared cascade on them,

Just when we’d completed the most brilliantly sensitive poetic verses of all times; with our palms now feeling as if uninhibitedly swaying in rhapsodic utopia; right here on the trajectory of mundanely commercial earth,

Just when we’d completed the most unbelievably philanthropic charities of all times; with our souls now feeling washed and wholesomely eradicated; of a countless derogatory sins of a countless treacherous past lives,

Just when we’d completed the most stupendously intricate nibbling of all times; with our teeth now happily and unabashedly chattering a nineteen to the dozen; for the rest of our lives,

Just when we’d completed the most unflinchingly beautiful marriage rituals of all times; with our nerves now blissfully bonded into one unassailable mass; with the blessings of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,

Just when we’d completed the most unsurpassable admiration of all times; with our speech now liberating and insuperably uniting with the Omniscient aura of the lord—as we continued to sing an infinite hymns of praise for all his infinite creation,

Just when we’d completed the most poignantly unmatched mating of all times; with our bodies now unstoppably laughing; at even the most ghastliest prospect of going down the grave,

Continents apart. You got up with a jerk from your divinely sleep in the arms of your husband. And I got up with a bolt of lightening even greater- viciously crumpled under the bohemian feet of my wife. And how we wished and wished and wished; that this impossible dream of ours atleast got completed after our deaths; and in our succeeding lives….

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»In Return….

 

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most iridescently undefeated of mountaintops; the ultimate apogees of infallibly glittering success; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most majestically twinkling of stars; the unconquerably amiable glimmer that beautifully crowned the night; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most astoundingly proliferating of soil; the tirelessly spawning seeds of eclectically virile freshness; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most inscrutably roaring of oceans; the fathomless swirl of the undyingly towering and insuperable waves; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most torrentially blessing showers of rain; the globules of unparalleled magnificence which mollified every ingredient of emaciated soil; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most tantalizingly nubile seductresses; the rhapsodic wave of enigma which incessantly tingled even the most infinitesimal of my veins; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most indescribably mind-boggling miracles; the amazing evolution of an infinite new civilizations out of sheer and vapid nothingness; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most blazingly unfettered of Sun; the countless rays of Omnipotent light which vanquished every bit of inexplicable disaster; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most boundless granaries of nectar; the exotically unparalleled sweetness which harmoniously quelled every agonizing fire of life; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most unsurpassable stretch of the heavenly sky; the truest miracle depicting the vastness of God’s Omnipresent creation; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most endless landscapes of pristine ice; the impeccable garland of priceless white that quintessentially adorned the mountain side; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most inimitably enamoring of pearls; the ecstatically virgin shimmer that granted bounteous fantasy for an unfathomable more lifetimes, in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most gloriously unchallengeable of laurels; the perpetual tunes of plaudits drifting left; right; center and in every conceivable pore of atmosphere; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most unimaginably gigantic territories of land; the footsteps of uninhibited romance emanating from every direction; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most unshakably powerful of fortresses; the rawness of united power demonstrated magnificently at every step; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most undyingly replenished of treasuries; the signature of stinking wealth which could virtually buy anything on this planet today; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most immortal spells of life; the heaven where there was absolutely not the tiniest trace of gorily asphyxiating death; in return for it,

I didn’t the slightest expect even the most blessedly kingly destiny lines of life; the magical routes which led to nothing else but sparkling prosperity; in return for it,

If only; you gave me each beat of your immortally compassionate heart; in return for every corresponding beat of my heart; which inexhaustibly throbbed for you and only you; forever and ever and ever in my chest’s goldmine…

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»In the current moment…

 

Whatever bountifully good and resplendent; or the most hideously torturous chambers of unforgivably carcinogenic disaster; on the trajectory of this timelessly enthralling Universe,

Whatever unconquerably righteous and truthful; or the most sinfully perverted anecdotes of brutally sanctimonious lies; on the map of this boundlessly bewitching Universe,

Whatever peerlessly blazing and optimistic; or the most satanically unbearable lanes of deliriously inconsolable dastardliness; on the firmament of this eternally rhapsodic Universe,

Whatever philanthropically symbiotic and victorious; or the most sadistically malevolent gutters of shamefully uxorious defeat; on the ladder of this unabashedly magnetic Universe,

Whatever magically potent and proliferating; or the most tautologically destructive battlefields of egregiously evaporating infertility; on the mist of this gigantically undefeated Universe,

Whatever miraculously altruistic and benevolent; or the most criminally unforgivable wars of demonically excoriating terrorism; on the notebook of this fathomlessly mesmerizing Universe,

Whatever enchantingly synergistic and beautiful; or the most dementedly disgusting form of venomously prejudiced ugliness; on the wall of this fantastically bestowing Universe,

Whatever charismatically blessed and humanitarian; or the most sacrilegiously condemnable hollows of diabolically parasitic inhumanity; on the playground of this interminably fecund Universe,

Whatever effulgently boisterous and youthful; or the most deplorably shriveled skins of deplorably extinguishing old age; on the cradle of this unbelievably ameliorating Universe,

Whatever unconquerably sparkling and virgin; or the most parasitically bigoted thrones of manipulatively adulterated politics; on the canvas of this incredulously magnanimous Universe,

Whatever brilliantly honest and persevering; or the most abysmally distorted mortuaries of haplessly asphyxiating laziness; on the filament of this regally sacred Universe,

Whatever perspicaciously virtuous and candid; or the most disdainfully circumlocuted routes of hedonistically disoriented deceit; on the periphery of this vividly placating Universe,

Whatever blessedly innocuous and peaceful; or the most vociferously cadaverous graveyards of indiscriminately impoverished war; on the roof of this spell-bindingly euphoric Universe,

Whatever dedicatedly benign and godly; or the most worthlessly stagnating carcasses of the unforgivably wailing agnostic; on the territories of this aristocratically unlimited Universe,

Whatever victoriously liberating and fragrant; or the most lividly decaying stench of maniacally lambasting slavery; on the apogees of this perennially spawning Universe,

Whatever beautifully unparalleled and replenishing; or the most inexhaustibly imbecile pangs of demonically uncurbed hunger; on the shores of this unlimitedly fertile Universe,

Whatever immortally compassionate and faithful; or the most unsavorily gory winds of heinously paralyzing infidelity; on the pores of this supremely panoramic Universe,

Whatever unshakably Omnipresent and lively; or the most excruciatingly crucifying cries of intolerably maiming death; on the strings of this unimaginably versatile Universe,

Every conceivable shade of life exists not in the obliviously sluggish past; and neither in the inexplicably unknown future; but infact and irrefutably in the unconquerable “Now”; in this very current moment….

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»In the end

 

It might indefatigably roam in a countless directions on this fathomless Universe; but in the end the mellifluously bumble bee came back only to its resplendently harmonious hive,

It might unendingly roam in a countless directions on this boundless Universe; but in the end the scepter of altruistically fearless truth came back only to the cradle of unflinchingly eternal righteousness,

It might unnervingly roam in a countless directions on this gargantuan Universe; but in the end the victoriously unhindered lion came back only to the peerlessly snuggled den in the forests,

It might unceasingly roam in a countless directions on this colossal Universe; but in the end the poignantly undulating wave came back only to the heart of the choppily untamed sea,

It might tirelessly roam in a countless directions on this unbelievable Universe; but in the end the granule of obliviously invisible sand came back only to the bed of the royally glistening desert,

It might unstoppably roam in a countless directions on this celestial Universe; but in the end the beautifully uninhibited butterfly came back only to the brilliantly sunlit petals of the incredibly aristocratic sunflower,

It might uncontrollably roam in a countless directions on this enchanting Universe; but in the end the penuriously slithering worm came back only to the cocoons of zealously passionate and mysteriously darkened soil,

It might frenetically roam in a countless directions on this spell-binding Universe; but in the end the mischievously cavorting infant came back only to the lap of its convivially caring and divinely mother,

It might incessantly roam in a countless directions on this blessing Universe; but in the end the fantastically adventuring bird came back only to the recesses of the heart-warmingly cozy and sequestered nest,

It might zanily roam in a countless directions on this fascinating Universe; but in the end the ecstatically unparalleled fantasy came back only to the dormitories of the superbly intriguing and innovative brain,

It might limitlessly roam in a countless directions on this unconquerable Universe; but in the end the chapter of triumphantly unshakable humanity came back only to the palms of benign simplicity,

It might unrestrictedly roam in a countless directions on this boundless Universe; but in the end the exhilaratingly beautiful smile came back only to the periphery of the sensuously rubicund lips,

It might irretrievably roam in a countless directions on this enigmatic Universe; but in the end the irrefutably faithful wag came back only to the dog’s gregariously curved tail,

It might impudently roam in a countless directions on this jolly Universe; but in the end the uncannily surreptitious spider came back only to the strands of the gloriously satiny and royally pristine web,

It might unendingly roam in a countless directions on this euphoric Universe; but in the end the mist of unadulterated peace came back only to the soul of majestically unbridled innocence,

It might randomly roam in a countless directions on this uninterruptible Universe; but in the end the droplet of quintessential blood came back only to the robustly burgeoning network of veins,

It might undauntedly roam in a countless directions on this spectacular Universe; but in the end the rainbow of profound sensitivity came back only to the poignantly trembling poet,

It might frivolously roam in a countless directions on this Omnipotent Universe; but in the end the puff of inevitably vibrant breath came back only to the lifelessly choking nostrils,

And it might unstoppably roam in a countless directions on this Omnipresent Universe; but in the end the beat of Immortal Love came back only to the caverns of the perpetually throbbing and unassailably godly heart…

©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»In the eyes of hatred

 

In the conglomerate of sinister clouds; there lay
hidden twinkling stars,
Which emitted brilliant ramifications as the sky
cleared; mystically
illuminating the atmosphere.

In the dense clusters of green leaves; there lay
hidden the incongruously
sculptured branch,
Which was thoroughly elastic with succulent juice
oozing; and provided
adequate nutrition to the leaves.

In colossal slopes of the treacherous mountain
terrain; there lay hidden
infinite tunnels; sequestered from acerbic rays of the
sun,
In which resided scores of innocuous rabbit; as well
as a fleet of wailing
wolf.

In the hostile fangs of poisonous reptile; there lay
hidden a hissing sound,
Which permeated the ambience with waves of
enchantment; indispensably
captivating the attention of all animals in vicinity.

In the blistering rays of flaming sun; there lay
hidden resplendent tinges of
rich gold,
Which depicted its natural splendor; the mesmerizing
spell that it had cast
for centuries unprecedented on this earth.

In the ocean of sizzling lava strewn rampantly
circumventing the volcano;
there lay hidden crimson colored fumes,
Which painstakingly arose in the air; eventually
blending with the firmament
of sky.

In the diabolical silhouette of wild elephant; there
lay hidden twin pairs of
gleaming tusks,
Which bore their way vehemently through the jungle
outgrowths; portraying
their magnanimous glory to all.

In every rivulet of the intensely polluted stream;
there lay hidden sweet
mineral water,
If only it was scrupulously recycled; stringently
annihilating disdainful
impurities impregnated in its persona.

In the body of every little child wandering on this
earth; there lay hidden
the omniscient god,
As immaculate as virgin milk dribbling from cow teats;
with the entire
universe distinctly visible in the impeccable mouth.

And in the eyes of overwhelming hatred; there lay
hidden dormant traces of
perpetual love,
Which was ready to yield; the moment you caressed and
tickled it with loads
of empathy blended with profound care..

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»In the eyes of my beloved

 

As I tried to decipher my destiny in the eyes of the horrendously slithering crocodile; confronting him face on beside the marshy swamps,
All I saw was a life blended consisting of savage deeds compounded with profound animosity; and before I could ask him a volley of questions; he gobbled me like mincemeat with his knife like jaws.

As I tried to cognize my destiny in the eyes of a frivolous chimpanzee; patting him gently on his back,
All I saw was an aboriginal life of leaping voraciously on trees; inexorably masticating a meal of succulent banana; unable to go to school like humans do.

As I tried to perceive my destiny in the eyes of the hideous lizard; blowing my breath in gasps on its serrated skinned body,
All I saw was a bleak future devouring scores of slimy insects; spending the remainder of my life in realms of despondency and circumspection.

As I tried to envisage my destiny in the eyes of a pernicious vulture; sitting in close proximity with its monstrous sized eggs,
All I saw was a brutal life plucking decayed carrion from the flesh of lifeless bodies; scaring innocuous creatures in the sky with my dreaded persona.

As I tried to visualize my destiny in the eyes of a grizzly bear; riding on his furry back through the snow clad mountains,
All I saw was a shivering life in the freezing winds; a future in which there would be absolutely no sun in the cosmos to sight.

As I tried to conceive my destiny in the eyes of a potbellied tortoise; forcing him to extrude out his slender neck,
All I saw was a life full of indolence blended with languid ease; without budging a solitary inch for years on the trot.

As I tried to speculate my destiny in the eyes of a hunch backed camel; endeavoring to caress its slimy nose,
All I saw was a life full of confronting sweltering sandstorms; consuming scraggy cactus for morning breakfast as well as nocturnal supper.

As I tried to discern my destiny in the eyes of mammoth dinosaur; standing like an inconspicuous mosquito on the ground,
All I saw was a life replete with barbaric domination; and before I could even realize; he instantaneously pulverized me to saw dust under his diabolical feet.

As I tried to contemplate my destiny in the eyes of a scintillating dolphin; floating beside it in the swirling ocean,
All I saw was a life diving acrobatically in the waters; occasionally being eaten by the preposterously huge white shark.

As I tried to comprehend my destiny in the eyes of a cold blooded murderer; standing in the firing range of his gleaming revolver,
All I saw was a life assassinating innocuous individuals; coating my palms with their innocent blood.

And eventually as I tried to imagine my destiny in the eyes of my beloved; I felt submerged in waves of unprecedented euphoria,
And it was here that I saw my life the most beautiful; the most ravishing; the most exhilarating out of all of my previous lives; and I discovered a host of blissfully fulfilling purposes to live.


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»In the next birth

 

IF I ACQUIRED the menacing form of an
alligator in the next birth,
I would want you to cling tightly to my persona as my serrated green
skin.


If I was born in the ominous form of the jungle tiger in the
next birth,
I would you to be incorporated in my body as my domineeringly
authoritative growl.


If I was born as a densely foliated tree in the next birth,
I would want you to be the perennial leaves that emanated from
my silhouette.


If I was born as an opalescent fish in the next birth,
I would want you to be saline water in which I could sustain life
and swim.


If I was born as the twin horned sacrosanct cow in the next birth,
I would inevitably desire you as the milk I would diffuse from
my flaccid teats.


If I was born as a slithering reptile in the next birth,
I would want you to be the lethal venom I possessed in my triangular
fangs.


If I was born as an obnoxious donkey in the next birth,
I would want you to be my hooves which swished indiscriminately
at innocuous trespassers.


If I was born as perpetually blind in the next birth,
I would indispensably want you to be my eyes to guide me
towards dazzling light.


If I was born as being disdainfully maim; bereft of feet in the next
birth,
I would incorrigibly want you to be my legs to ecstatically leap
in times of jubilation.


If I was born as a rustic spider with a battalion of arms in the
next birth,
I would want you to be mesmerizing threads of the silken web
which I inhabited night and day.


If I was born as an inconspicuous mosquito in the next birth,
I would want you to be the sting existing in my bifurcated tentacles.


If I was born as a agglomerate of sinister clouds in the next birth,
I would want you to be pelting sheets of rain tumbling down on the
scorched ground.


If I was born as a traditional dancer in the next birth,
I would desire you to be the jingling chains riveted to my anklets.


If I was born as a voluptuous chameleon in the next birth,
I would want you to be the band of colors that I changed according
to my habitat.


If I was born as a scintillating oyster in the next birth,
I would want you as the jugglery of immaculate pearls
impregnated in my belly.


If I was born as a solitary camel in the blistering heat of desert,
I would inevitably desire you as barrels of pellucid water to
placate my thirst.


If I was born as drummer performing at concerts in the next birth,
I would want you as the drum which would be essential for the
sound to propagate.


If I was born as the most opulent on the globe in the next birth,
I would intractably want you as the notes of currency; which
I possessed in exorbitant capacity.


If I was born as infinite blades of emerald grass in the next birth,
I would want you to be the fertile land mass of soil to provide
me tumultuous loads of nutrition.


If I was born as the frivolous monkey in the next birth,
I would want you to be my claws; facilitating me to clasp tree
branches in a vice like grip.


If I was born as an ambivalent filmmaker in the next birth,
I would want you to be every film that I directed in my reigning
tenure.


If I was born as a tantalizing rose in the next birth,
I would want you to be my everlasting fragrance.


If I was born as a mundane ceiling fan in the next birth,
I would want you to be my riveted blades; circulating exuberant
draughts of air.


If I was born as a boisterous honey bee in the next birth,
I would want you to be the sweet nectar I produced from my
catacombed body.


If I was born as an inconspicuous nail hung to the wall; in my
next birth,
I would want you to be the peels of rust I acquired on my body.


If I was born as the fibrous fruit of apple in the next birth,
I would want you to be the cluster of seeds impregnated in my belly.


If I was born as an indigenous woman in the next birth,
I would overwhelmingly desire you as the contemporary man
from the city.


And if by the stroke of chivalrous fortune; I was born as a man
again in the next birth,
I would want you to be the same girl; whom I loved immensely today; existing on this earth.


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»In the realms of sacrosanct marriage

 

There was a time when we talked in hushed whispers
behind the bushes; endeavoring our best to camouflage
our bodies from the extraneous world,
While today we sat closely beside each other under
brilliant daylight; entwining our palms formidably
against each other; blatantly in the midst of the
bustling streets.

There was a time when we waited for marathon hours to
meet; anxiously anticipating the sun to set down in
the hills before we started for our clandestine
expeditions,
While today we spent each moment together; with our
breaths drifting down passionately without the
slightest of synchronized control.

There was a time when we painstakingly craved to hear
each others voices; trying to frantically search our
memory as far as possible to salvage the last word we
spoke,
While today we indefatigably talked till our tongues
ached; conversed about the weirdest topics in this
world; our eyes locked immortally with each other.

There was a time when we cordially smiled in front of
the society; to depict that we were nothing else but
good friends of after school,
While today we laughed to our hearts content
philandering euphorically through the labyrinth of
mystical valleys; leaving the civilized planet
forever; well behind our times.

There was a time when we yearned to see all rays
relinquish completely in our dwellings; so that we
could surreptitiously meet and sight each other for a
short while under milky moonbeams,
While today we admired each other to the most
unprecedented capacity of our minds; in tenaciously
fiery and flamboyant full house lights.

There was a time when we witnessed each other with
stooping eyes; profoundly mortified by each others
presence in front of our revered elders,
While today we danced in ebullient energy even after
midnight; with our lids incorrigibly refusing to bat
the tiniest; gazing wide open till unsurpassable
times.

There was a time when we ate our food in separate
plates; ardently remembering each other; with tears
welling up in our eyes as we nostalgically reminisced
our playful times,
While today we fed each other with our own hands; sat
at whisker length distances with our lips profusely
intermingled; entirely oblivious to the unfurling of
rapid time.

There was a time when we were petrified to see to each
other without prior permissions; as we knew that the
ramifications of that could be punishment upto the
highest decree,
While today we waved at everybody on the roads with
uninhibited freedom; audaciously proclaiming to the
world the tales of our invincible romance.

And there was a time when we had newly met; said 'I
Love you' to each other; were groping to find our
veritable places; blend with the Herculean struggle to
blissfully survive in this colossal globe,
While today we had just tied the nuptial thread;
bonding our mind; body; soul for centuries immemorial;
drifting in a world wholesomely of our own; in the
realms of sacrosanct marriage…


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