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»Immaculate Tie

 

It dangled freely from my collar; gently caressing my belly as it
cascaded
down,

It fluttered vivaciously in the rustic breeze; voluptuously tingling
the
fabric of my crisp shirt,

It rose and fell sporadically as I incessantly took wild draughts of
ravishing
breeze into my lungs,

It imparted me loads of compassionate warmth; as the biting cold air
struck be
inevitably in my chest,

It portrayed a strikingly vivid picture; against the backdropp of pure
white
linen; in which I was adorned,

It bifurcated my demeanor into commensurate compartments; subtly
sequestering
me from being called pot-bellied,

It granted an uncanny tautness to the scruff of my neck; inundated in
me a
feeling of being on my heels; and rampantly on the prowl,

It sometimes provided me reprieve from my running nose; as I blew it
thunderously into the fluff; where it settled inconspicuously and
contented at
the rear,

It majestically camouflaged an armory of disdainful buttons; neatly
intermingling with the buckle of my belt,
It danced merrily in perfect synergy with my body; as I gyrated the
entire
night to tunes of pulsating music,

It revealed pompous shades of my personality; gave my visage multiple
opportunities to stand shoulder to shoulder with the exorbitantly rich,
It appeared as an silken angel; having a profound aura of its own;
amidst a
host of other garb surrounding it,

It felt as light as a pigeon feather; yet was the mightiest ornament
bestowing
impetus upon my diminutive stature,

It often protected me form acrid sunlight; as I adroitly removed it;
tied it
on my scalp as a cool and flabby bandanna,

It succumbed to my desires of whipping; when I thrashed it in free
space;
producing an ensemble of exotic noises,

It served as an excellent tool to play; when I curled it into an
incongruous
ball; tossed it mischievously towards my mesmerizing girlfriend,

It proved as a towel on infinite occasions; when the actual napkin
became
obsolete and was nowhere to be found,

It had been on my persona since decades; providing me that tinge of
sophistication that I had perennially desired,

But more importantly than anything; it had fulfilled my desire of being
a
complete man; gloriously projecting me to the existing society,

SO now you tell me folks what more could I expect out of a short stub
of
slippery garment; which we christen today in contemporary terminology
as an
'IMMACULATE TIE'?



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

 

Those fingers of hers might be too infinitesimally
tiny for the world to comprehend; inarticulately
swishing all the time; in free bits of exotic space,
But each compassionate caress of theirs; imparted my
disastrously dithering countenance with such marvelous
rejuvenation; that no other caress on this endless
Universe; could ever fathom to bequeath…..

Those eyes of hers might be too incoherently
flirtatious for the world to comprehend; unknowingly
swirling in boundless directions; at a single time,
But each resplendent twinkle of theirs; bestowed upon
my manipulatively besieged visage with such majestic
exhilaration; that no other twinkle on this gigantic
Universe; could ever perceive to bequeath….

Those lips of hers might be too inconspicuously
mumbling for the world to comprehend; hardly able to
explicitly pronounce their own identity; timelessly
searching for the right word,
But each poignant kiss of theirs; flooded my
murderously bereaved soul with such an unfathomable
ocean of mesmerizing melody; that no other kiss on
this limitless Universe; could ever envisage to
bequeath…..

Those feet of hers might be too ludicrously tiny for
the world to comprehend; perennially tucked under the
profusely silken quilt; sporadically changing their
complexion with the swaying winds,
But each divine impression of theirs; overwhelmed my
malevolently faltering conscience with such
irrefutable righteousness; that no other impression on
this fathomless Universe; could ever imagine to
bequeath….

Those voices of hers might be too innocuously abstruse
for the world to comprehend; sounding to some as
pathetically rambunctious balderdash,
But each magical incantation of theirs; soothed my
tyrannically dictatorial nerves so much blissful
royalty; that no other incantation on this
unsurpassable Universe; could ever conceive to
bequeath…..

Those ears of hers might be too frigidly soft for the
world to comprehend; capriciously flapping to even the
most diminutive draught of breeze,
But each inscrutable reverberation of theirs; drifted
my abhorrently plagued existence so heavenly towards
the aisles of exuberant rhapsody; that no other
reverberation on this unprecedented Universe; could
ever visualize to bequeath…..

Those cheeks of hers might seem too insignificantly
insipid for the world to comprehend; resembling the
purest shades of white from the; ebulliently midnight
moon,
But each vivacious blush of theirs; maneuvered my
ungainly tottering footsteps so celestially to blazing
victory; that no other blush on this mammoth Universe;
could ever fantasize to bequeath….

Those freshly budding crusts of her teeth might seem
too nimbly unwarranted for the world to comprehend;
occasionally getting stuck with the robust pinks of
her tiny tongue,
But each ardent chattering of theirs; impregnated my
impoverished visage with a tenacity so invincibly
resolute; that no other chattering on this gargantuan
Universe; could ever dream to bequeath…..

Those nostrils of hers might seem too lividly
inconsequential for the world to comprehend; at times
making her minuscule bundle in the cradle invisible;
to even the most stringently brilliant of light
outside,
But each aristocratic breath of theirs; enshrouded my
lugubriously dwindling persona with such astounding
exuberance; that no other breath on this scintillating
Universe; could ever visualize to bequeath….

And those heartbeats of hers might seem too
capriciously evanescent to the world outside; at times
making it difficult for strangers to discern as to
whether she was lifeless or vibrantly alive,
But each immortal bonding of theirs; made each element
of my traumatically beleaguered life blossom with so
much unconquerable love; that no other bonding on this
tireless Universe; could ever cogitate to bequeath…


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

 

If only sunshine replaced gloomy nights of winter
cold,
if only tufts of grass replaced barren patches of
infertile land,
if only cars replaced filthy exteriors of tumbledown
bus,
if only tropical juice replaced beer mugfulls of
contaminated water,
if only yards of silk replaced yellow rolls of
threadbare cotton,
if only compressed honey biscuits replaced hard loafs
of bacterial bread,
if only petroleum extract replaced illegal sales of
noxious kerosene,
if only hi-tech computers replaced quintals of school
paper stationary,
if only white sparkling marble replaced unpolished
fragments of cheap tile,
if only silver spoons replaced their counterpart mates
engraved in thick
plastic,
if only mirrors replaced morbid walls with crumbling
plaster,
if only exquisite snake leather replaced large purses
of inferior suede,
if only golden sodium lights replaced dim emissions of
fluorescent tubes,
if only luxury air-conditioner replaced Luke warm air
draughts of ceiling
fan,
if only fecund soil mass replaced colossal
plains of scorched sand,
if only varnished mahogany replaced plaintive sheets
of ordinary wood,
if only balls of white snow replaced dry laden winds
of boiling heat,
if only gold coins replaced all kinds of stone strewn
on the ground,
if only affluence replaced poverty residing in all
domains of the globe,
then we would seldom pray to the supreme creator,
his quota of responsibilities thus fading into
oblivion,
each of us would then transit to super gods breathing
for eternity,
in a strife free world bestowed with undeserved riches


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»If only you had spent a single minute…

 

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you dedicated wholesomely to our child; at times deliberately stirring the mischievous devil within it,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you meaninglessly wasted staring into blank bits of space; which led solely to the mortuaries of nothingness,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you obsessively spent ruthlessly scraping and scrubbing those floors; which were already sparkling clean,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you worthlessly whiled reading every ounce of spicy and gossipy news; inundated on the front covers of sensational newspapers and magazines alike,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent ardently listening to the travails and woes; of even the most listlessly decayed bones strewn haplessly on the dusty streets,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent indefatigably searching for the ultimate panacea of happiness and fruition; in your impoverished life,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you dedicated to excessively celestial rest and sleep; which you relished the most; because you could rampantly dream,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in the kitchen burning your fingers unsuccessfully; in trying to learn every conceivable recipe under the flaming Sun,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of thousands of hours; which you fervently devoted to satisfying every religious ritual and spurious ceremony; of the so-called sanctimonious society,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent scrupulously tracking every thread of success; of the richest men and women on this fathomless Universe,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent conversing; releasing your frustration; against the solitary walls and laconic bits of sky,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in triumphantly proving even the most invisible of your point; even though you were the unabashed ridiculer and were wrong,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent admiring your very ownself; as sitting on the throne of; and reigning as the ultimate queen of nail-on-the-head practicality,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent aimlessly speaking with your friends; relatives and close kin; igniting myriad topics out of sheer nothingness; when there was nothing profound left to talk,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent trying to explore an indefinite number of talents; existing incognito in your brain,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent taking marathon walks and jogs; in order to keep your already agile body; roaring in the topmost gear,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in gross indifference and preposterous shrewdness; towards the chapters of mundane life,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in making fun of even the most evanescent of my idiosyncrasies; upon which you’d accidentally tumbled; in knowing me all these long years,

If only you’d spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours you spent wholeheartedly laughing on the other side; whilst I flashed the mightiest tears of my sorrow away; cursed by a spell of perennial loneliness,

Then. I’d have loved you more invincibly than I loved anyone on this gigantically inscrutable Universe; as poetry was all I had; all I was made up of in each of my veins; bone and breath; and what I penned was exactly what I thought; was exactly how I was; was exactly my truest identity; irrespective of any caste; creed; status or tribe…

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»If the heart danced out

 

If the eyes danced out of their sockets for times
immemorial; morbidly bouncing in the untamed
wilderness; with a ominous juggernaut of pugnacious
snakes,
The impoverished body would continue to exist no
doubt; but frantically groping in a whirlpool of
meaninglessly threatening; and sinister darkness….

If the teeth danced out of their sockets for decades
unfathomable; insipidly blending with pathetically
lambasted chunks of flattened soil,
The impoverished body would continue to exist no
doubt; but starving to an unprecedentedly murderous
extinction every instant; remorsefully missing
tantalizing morsels of nature’s priceless fruit…

If the fingers danced out of their sockets for
centuries unsurpassable; resting in disdainful
contentment; within the interiors of the horrifically
abominable pigs stomach,
The impoverished body would continue to exist no
doubt; but ludicrously slaving on brutally tyrannized
ground; without the tiniest of ability to defend
itself….

If the hair danced out of their sockets for times
unfathomable; taking perfidious pride in becoming the
witch’s morning breakfast; as well as supper for the
perilously invidious night,
The impoverished body would continue to exist no
doubt; but ridiculously castigated and ignominiously
looked down upon; as a battalion of white mice feasted
on the; scintillatingly barren scalp…

If the blood danced out of its sockets for countless
years; satanically hosting an insurmountable fleet of
lecherous parasites,
Then the impoverished body would continue to exist no
doubt; but only as a infinitesimally diminutive
skeleton; tottering towards the brink of extinction;
even in the heart of vivaciously vibrant life…

If the legs danced out of their sockets for
unimaginable moments; to melt like frigidly
opprobrious pulp; even as the most minuscule beam of
sunshine; filtered its way through the crimson clouds,
Then the impoverished body would continue to exist no
doubt; but without any ambition to wholesomely
succeed; disastrously staggering to juxtapose with
deplorable despair; even before it could alight a
nimble foot…

If the brain danced out of its sockets for fathomless
fortnights; to be consumed timidly by grazing goats
and sporadically loitering tiny worms,
Then the impoverished body would continue to exist no
doubt; but without even an inconspicuous iota of
fantasy and desire; witnessing each little part of its
being insidiously massacred; in hopelessly dumb
submission….

If the conscience danced out of its sockets for
infinite millennium’s; to reside with the savage
scorpions; as they diabolically feasted upon its
irrefutably righteous visage,
Then the impoverished body would continue to exist no
doubt; but without the most remotest element of truth;
miserably succumbing to the web of disgustingly
capricious lies….

Paradoxically to all of the above; if the Heart danced
out of its sockets for infinite more births to unveil;
philandering indefatigably behind the handsome hills;
as the golden sun kissed the evanescent horizons,
Then the impoverished body would not only continue to
exist; but would immortally continue to exist and
evolve; into an invincibly romantic cloud of
everlasting love; love; and only passionate love…..


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»If the world was upside down

 

If gigantic silhouette of the peepal tree was rotated upside down,
Countless fibers of moistened roots would shiver in the wind,
Leafy branches of lush green foliage would be buried deep beneath the ground,
With a host of animals living in proximity with the earth.

If the dexterously sculptured flower vase was kept upside down,
Soiled extracts of plant water would leak out in ecstatic frenzy.

If conical tapered blocks of the mountain were inverted upside down,
The slender nose tip would refrain to bear the onerous load of the Herculean hillock,
And the formidable structure would collapse like a soft pack of playing cards.

If the glass facaded bungalow was revolved upside down; heaps of furniture would tumble down with a sigh; water oozing from infinite cavities of the shower would try and kiss the sky.

If princely cars traverse through rough carpets of road upside down; occupants would solely relinquish ideas of inhabiting them,
Chrome topped assembly of roof would screech in high pitched tunes of discordance.

If the colossal brick structure of the clock tower was placed upside down,
There would be inevitable confusions of time,
With people having to perspire all night and sleep with a perpetual bliss all sunlit day.

If humans trespassed upside down on the surface of obdurate ground,
They would be I intimate contacts with slithering snake and ant,
Growing bald every minute with glistening scalps,
With their legs oblivious to the art of walking,
Baking like unconsummated cakes in harsh rays of the Sun.




© nikhilparekh
 
»If you cut a tree; You cut your own mother

 

You’re not just cutting the tree’s artistically slender branches; but by doing so you’re infact barbarously cutting the inimitably priceless hands of triumphantly vivacious Mother Nature,

You’re not just plucking the tree’s gorgeously affable leaves; but by doing so you’re infact torturously plucking the unparalleled divine sensitivity; of spellbindingly undefeated Mother Nature,

You’re not just indenting the tree’s poignantly gregarious trunk; but by doing so you’re infact sadistically indenting the unassailably jubilant chastity of unbelievably proliferating Mother Nature,

You’re not just abusing the tree’s incongruously uninhibited contours; but by doing so you’re infact outrageously abusing the pricelessly unabashed swirl of peerlessly undefeated Mother Nature,

You’re not just defecating on the tree’s innocuously protruding and sprawled roots; but by doing so you’re infact sacrilegiously defecating on the unshakably redolent embodiments of wondrously enthralling Mother Nature,

You’re not just chopping the tree’s merrily swaying tendrils; but by doing so you’re infact deliriously chopping the perennially fructifying innocence of gloriously Omnipotent Mother Nature,

You’re not just trimming the tree’s ecstatically liberated outgrowths; but by doing so you’re infact unnecessarily trimming the beautifully venerated womb of victoriously blessing Mother Nature,

You’re not just kicking the tree’s bountifully untainted stem; but by doing so you’re infact ruthlessly kicking the sacredly spawning bosom of brilliantly unfettered Mother Nature,

You’re not just peeling the tree’s rustically majestic corrugations; but by doing so you’re infact pervertedly peeling the invincibly silken skin of effulgently burgeoning Mother Nature,

You’re not just burning the tree’s unflinchingly valiant wood; but by doing so you’re infact insanely burning the fearlessly formidable strength of ebulliently cavorting Mother Nature,

You’re not just victimizing the tree’s indisputably royal foliage; but by doing so you’re infact truculently victimizing the insuperably unbridled sensuality of ubiquitously ever-pervading Mother Nature,

You’re not just disorienting the tree’s ardently boisterous nests; but by doing so you’re infact hedonistically disorienting the eclectically fascinating solar plexus of royally everlasting Mother Nature,

You’re not just ridiculing the tree’s endlessly inscrutable labyrinth of hollows; but by doing so you’re infact nefariously ridiculing the unfathomably enigmatic belly of stupendously ameliorating Mother Nature,

You’re not just jailing the tree’s effervescently nubile body with an unceasing jugglery of devilishly stabbing electric wire; but by doing so you’re infact unforgivably jailing the infallibly supreme identity of impeccably Omnipresent Mother Nature,

You’re not just nailing the tree’s immortally fragrant heart; but by doing so you’re infact diabolically nailing the celestially undaunted fabric of ecstatically frolicking Mother Nature,

You’re not just dumping the tree’s philanthropically unimpeachable cradle with your fetid garbage can trash; but by doing so you’re infact reproachfully dumping the mellifluously humming mouth of exuberantly evolving Mother Nature,

You’re not just bombarding the tree’s timelessly gargantuan splendor; but by doing so you’re infact baselessly bombarding the perennially beautiful virility of unlimitedly stupefying Mother Nature,

You’re not just spitting upon the tree’s resplendently beaming face; but by doing so you’re infact unpardonably spitting on the impregnably spotless heavenliness of vivaciously magical Mother Nature,

You’re not just uprooting the tree from its very eternally compassionate soil; but by doing so you’re infact sinfully uprooting the quintessentially blessed existence of benevolently healing Mother Nature,

So always remember O! salaciously greedy man; that the next time you wretchedly pulverize; abuse; trade and victimize Mother Nature; you’ll be infact demonically asphyxiating your very own Omniscient mother to the most ghastly death; as your’s and everyone else’s mother was first and foremost born out of the womb of Mother Nature; was first and foremost the child of unconquerable Mother Nature Divine…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I will keep trying hard

 

I’ll keep trying hard; incessantly and till the time;
the last iota of crimson blood incarcerated within my
poignant veins; doesn’t dry beyond the aisles of
infinitesimal nothingness,

I’ll keep trying hard; relentlessly and till the time;
the last bone down my tenaciously lanky spine; doesn’t
fatigue beyond the corridors of irrevocable
hopelessness,

I’ll keep trying hard; indefatigably and till time;
the last line of destiny on my brazenly intrepid
palms; doesn’t abrade into the dormitories of
wholesomely bizarre extinction,

I’ll keep trying hard; insatiably and till the time;
the last muscle of my patriotically unassailable
shoulders; doesn’t blend completely with threadbare
mud,

I’ll keep trying hard; unrelentingly and till the
time; the last hair of my overwhelmingly glistening
scalp; doesn’t wither into inconspicuous wisps of
insipid oblivion,

I’ll keep trying hard; intransigently and till the
time; the last tooth of my overwhelmingly formidable
jaws; doesn’t crumble into horrendously barbaric
powder,

I’ll keep trying hard; irrefutably and till the time;
the last strand of my unflinchingly intrepid flesh;
doesn’t vanish into realms of horrific banishment,

I’ll keep trying hard; intransigently and till the
time; the last smile of my charismatically bountiful
lips; doesn’t stutter towards an inexplicably gory
end,

I’ll keep trying hard; tirelessly and till the time;
the last globule of empathy of my resplendently
fearless eyes; doesn’t fully evaporate into ungainly
tornado’s of nothingness,

I’ll keep trying hard; incorrigibly and till the time;
the last blush of my robustly scarlet cheeks; doesn’t
fade with the winds of obsoletely despicable
dilapidation,

I’ll keep trying hard; unfathomably and till the time;
the last fringe of my valiantly intriguing eyelashes;
doesn’t plummet down in infuriated exasperation; to
coalesce with the soggy ponds of slush on muddy
ground,

I’ll keep trying hard; irretrievably and till the
time; the last iota of my piquantly galloping shadow;
doesn’t juxtapose into worthlessly baseless dust; with
the treacherously Ominous descent of sinister
midnight,

I’ll keep trying hard; euphorically and till the time;
the last whisper down my philanthropically
scintillating throat; doesn’t stifle to a timidly
capricious mellow; eventually transposing with
dungeons of disdain,

I’ll keep trying hard; unendingly and till the time;
the last morsel of enthusiasm in my vivaciously
bouncing caricature; doesn’t inevitably snap into
pernicious rivers of painstaking perspiration,

I’ll keep trying hard; irrevocably and till the time;
the last ingredient of profusely aristocratic artistry
in my fingers; doesn’t disappear into disgustingly
insane lunatism,

I’ll keep trying hard; unfettered and till the time;
the last maneuver of my rhetorically swirling neck;
doesn’t embed itself for times immemorial; beneath the
grave of ludicrously mocking desperation,

I’ll keep trying hard; unconquerably and till the
time; the last speck of gloriously sparkling truth in
my conscience; doesn’t assassinate into countless
pieces of derogatorily pulverized ash,

I’ll keep trying hard; unassailably and till the time;
the last millimeter of breath in my emphatically
inhaling lungs; doesn’t drain out at the order of the
Creator; to perpetually abdicate life,

And I’ll keep trying hard; immortally and till the
time; the last beat of my passionately palpitating
heart; doesn’t succumb to the viciously malevolent
whirlpools of betrayal; to the hands of the
barbarically pulverizing devil….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»If you listened to my heart

 

If you sighted my shadow; which had nonchalantly
formed under sweltering rays of sunlight,
Then you'd come to know how tumultuously it wavered;
the insatiable longing in its contours to trespass
past your stupendous grace.

If you glimpsed my lips; which glistened incredulously
into vivacious shades of lotus pink,
Then you'd come to know how solitary they were; the
unprecedented urge in them to kiss your divinely name.

If you heard my voice; which rose and fell with an
uncanny mysticism in the perpetually still air,
Then you'd come to know how hopeless it was; how much
it wanted you by its side; searching for you
frantically in the fathomless wilderness.

If you felt my tears; which trickled down all day and
night through my cheeks,
Then you'd come to know how lifeless they were; the
overwhelming desire in them to occupy an immortal
position beside your tinkling feet.

If you caressed my skin; which resembled a frigidly
lackluster ashen white,
Then you'd come to know how freezing it was; how much
it longed for your company; to trigger it vehemently
into astronomical loads of compassionate warmth.

If you stood beside my breath; which morbidly cascaded
down my nostrils;
Then you'd come to know how lackadaisical it was; the
thunderously volatile intensity lingering in it; to
drift down your fabulous nape.

If you ran your fingers through my scalp; which
pathetically slept even under a wave of unimaginably
blistering heat that encompassed it from all sides,
Then you'd come to know how much it wanted to be
majestically massaged; the unsurpassable agony in it
to be kissed by your heavenly form.

If you peered deep down into my eyes; which had lost
their ability to see; even though they were blissfully
alive,
Then you’d come to know how much they were clouded
with inexplicable sadness; how inexorably they missed
you and craved for you to whisper and dream by their
side.

And if you listened to my heart; which uncontrollably
palpitated without the tiniest of respite; whether I
walked or lazily slept on the star studded night,
Then you'd come to know how much it remembered you
every unleashing second; the invincible tenacity
pounding upon it to imprison you forever; in each of
its everlasting beats….






(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»If you really wanted

 

If you really wanted to spread ebulliently
ingratiating happiness; then spread it amidst all
those torturously lambasted; inexplicably bursting
into a corpse of inconsolable sobs and traumatic
misery,

If you really wanted to spread unflinchingly intrepid
strength; then spread it amidst all those horrifically
infirm; being baselessly blown away like a pack of
frigid matchsticks; for ostensibly no fault of theirs,

If you really wanted to spread irrefutably sparkling
truth; then spread it amidst all those asphyxiated
with parasites of derogatory corruption; inhaling each
breath of life viciously tainted with bellicose
prejudice,

If you really wanted to spread Omnisciently benign
light; then spread it amidst all those whose lives
were brutally inebriated with malicious blackness;
even in the most brilliantly eternal of Sunlight,

If you really wanted to spread effulgently mellifluous
voice; then spread it amidst all those who got nothing
else from life; except insidiously penalizing gunshots
of cacophonically treacherous despair,

If you really wanted to spread majestically vibrant
smiles; then spread them amidst all those orphans who
had nothing else; but an unfathomable battalion of
impediments to transcend; at every step that they
staggeringly tread on coldbloodedly barren soil,

If you really wanted to spread the spirit of
symbiotically united oneness; then spread it amidst
all those indiscriminately perpetuating blood in the
name of spurious religion; truculently beheading their
very own; just to please to pot-bellied politician,

If you really wanted to spread voluptuously
intoxicating sensuousness; then spread it amidst all
those incarcerated within gory jailhouses of rigid
monotony; mechanically monitoring even their sleep; to
the fecklessly coldhearted ticking of the clock,

If you really wanted to spread gregariously
resplendent scent; then spread it amidst all those
inevitably fretting in the dingily diminutive lanes of
the gutter; even as opprobrious superpowers snored in
castles of celestial gold outside,

It you really wanted to spread articulately rhythmic
dexterity; then spread it amidst all those insanely
imbecile; devilishly employing every bohemian part of
their visage; to salaciously destroy the essence of
beautiful mankind,

If you really wanted to spread sagaciously bountiful
literacy; then spread it amidst all those worthlessly
whiling every unfurling instant of priceless life
staring dolorously at empty sky; dreadfully sinking
into the corpse at even the tiniest innuendo of
signing their name,

If you really wanted to spread boundlessly opulent
coin; then spread it amidst all those uxoriously
emaciating on the obstreperous streets; while their
rich counterparts egregiously squelched them one by
one; under their pugnacious wheel,

If you really wanted to spread regally euphoric
imagery; then spread it amidst all those
preposterously stagnating in the dungeons of malicious
deprivation; hysterically sobbing in self-inflicted
tyranny; till the very last breath of their lives,

If you really wanted to spread poignantly tantalizing
charisma; then spread it amidst all those
carnivorously bound by chains of abstruse rigidity;
infinite a time pulverizing their ravishing dreams;
just because they didn’t follow the path of their
decrepit ancestors,

If you really wanted to spread quintessentially
scintillating employment; then spread it amidst all
those aimlessly squandering in wastrel wheelchairs;
even after possessing the most rubicund persona that
the Lord could ever have blessed,

If you really wanted to spread blazingly fearless
patriotism; then spread it amidst all those
invidiously betraying their mother soil; selling every
cranny of their non-existent conscience for a
capriciously sinful clutter of sanctimonious note,

If you really wanted to spread gloriously fructifying
fruit; then spread it amidst all those horrifically
stunted since times immemorial; wistfully slavering at
even the most derogatory of stone viciously pelted
towards their trembling skin,

If you really wanted to spread perpetually burgeoning
breath; then spread it amidst all those haplessly
stuttering for life; despairingly stuttering through
coffins of gory death; even in the most pristine prime
of royal life,

And if you really wanted to spread immortally
unconquerable love; then spread it amidst all those
murderously slandered by every echelon of the
murderous society; and yet the insatiable desire to
ardently embrace glowing brightly in their; ruthlessly
neglected eyes….


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