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Thousands of Nikhil Parekh's poems on God, Peace, Love, Brotherhood, Friendship, Humanity, Environment, Anti Terror, Lovers, Life, Death - here. Click on Page Numbers below to read complete poems. Each page has 10 poems. |
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| »I wanted to flood her heart |
I wanted to flood barren sheets of paper with infinite lines of embossed literature, I wanted to flood the sprawling lands of desert with awesome amounts of slippery sand, I wanted to flood the dry beds of the seasonal river with lots of fresh water, I wanted to flood crystalline blue patches of the bald sky with diabolically grey clouds, I wanted to flood stripped branches of the autumn tree with a battalion of lush green leaves, I wanted to flood dilapidated crevices of the mansion wall with coats of scrupulous paint, I wanted to flood profusely oozing wounds on the body with antiseptic powder, I wanted to flood undulating slopes of the colossal mountain with scintillating sheets of snow, I wanted to flood hollow burrows of the red ant family with bountiful chinks of italian bread, I wanted to flood the eyes of people who were blind with indispensable sight, I wanted to flood shattered panes of window; with arrays of pellucid glass, I wanted to flood dismally empty tanks of the sedan with reinvigorating petrol, I wanted to flood the fathomless well beside my house with surplus quantity of animate frog, I wanted to flood the lungs of a dead man with bountiful and clean air, I wanted to flood long stretches of the cable wire with white currents of electricity, I wanted to flood naked patches of skin displayed with sacrosanct garment, I wanted to flood the rusty nails lying dispersed on the ground with lots of resplendent color, I wanted to flood the magnanimous persona of saline sea with a flurry of ravishing waves, I wanted to flood the morose faces of individuals in anguish with blissful smiles, I wanted to flood the mutilated silhouette of the crippled with inevitable bone, I wanted to flood the empty bowl of the impoverished with life yielding food, I wanted to flood the picturesquely embellished jar with fragrant rose, And most importantly I wanted to flood the tenderly tangible heart of my beloved; with overwhelming love. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »I wanted to immortally reside |
I didn’t want a place in your ostentatiously embellished fabric; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your violently throbbing heart instead, I didn’t want a place in your voluptuously lingering mascara; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your mesmerizing eye instead, I didn’t want a place in the pompous vermilion coated on your forehead; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your ingenious brain instead, I didn’t want a place in your sleazily glittering nailpolish; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the center of your palm instead, I didn’t want a place in the delectably fluffs of shampoo overflowing seductively from your scalp; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your tantalizingly black and ravishing hair instead, I didn’t want a place in the resplendent chain encapsulating your belly; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the cushioned interiors of your robust stomach instead, I didn’t want a place in the golden glasses of wine which were kept on your mantelpiece; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the stupendously fragrant sweat which oozed down your arms instead, I didn’t want a place in your alluringly deceptive lipstick; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your lusciously pink lips instead, I didn’t want a place in your slender network of boundlessly huge veins; I infact wanted to reside in the crimson streams of your blood instead, I didn’t want a place in the smoke that engulfed you at all times of the day; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your ardently passionate breath instead, I didn’t want a place in your exorbitantly costly designer shoe; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your celestial feet instead, I didn’t want a place in your opalescent pair of vanity earrings; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your daintily dangling ears instead, I didn’t want a place in the armory of diamonds which incessantly glowed on your petite fingers; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your tightly clasped and fervent fists instead, I didn’t want a place in the voice that floated from your persona for a few seconds and then disappeared into obsolete oblivion; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your incredulously rosy tongue instead, I didn’t want a place in the shimmering chain of silver enveloping your elongated neck; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the profoundly mystically valley of your throat instead, I didn’t want a place in the grandiloquently jewel studded watch camouflaging your wrists; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the pulse that indefatigably palpitated beneath your sparkling skin instead, I didn’t want a place in the astoundingly appetizing granules of food you consumed several times in a single day; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your immaculately scintillating teeth instead, I didn’t want a place in the spuriously spongy car seat in which you sat; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the most volatile of your fantasy; the most fabulously titillating of your dreams instead, And I didn’t want a place in every person whom you encountered on the streets in your struggle for existence each day and night; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your euphorically palpable life instead… (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved |
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| »I wanted to love |
I wanted to sleep in a land where there sprang the first rose; the tranquility in the atmosphere pacifying my agitated senses, I wanted to dream in a land where there lingered the first cloud; celestial fairies were bouncing delectably around, I wanted to eat food in a land where there hung the first fruit; the reinvigorating aroma of fresh grass fomenting pangs of raw hunger in my stomach, I wanted to yawn in a land where there twinkled the first star; its placid shimmer; drowning me into waves of enchantment and siesta, I wanted to trespass through a land where there was embedded the first layer of soil; virgin twigs and a conglomerate of fluffy leaves fervently awaiting to be trampled by my feet, I wanted to breathe air in a land where there floated the first draught of breeze; the unadulterated wind besieging me with overwhelming rhapsody; every unfurling second, I wanted to view scenic nature in a land where there flew the first flamingo; mammoth eggs of the ostrich about to hatch; mold and harness themselves into magnificent fledglings, I wanted to play in a land where there hung the fist chimpanzee; clusters of innocuous rabbits merrily traversed in perfect harmony and unison, I wanted to scratch my skin blood red in a land where there hovered the first mosquito; petulant lizards and robust worms wandering about in gay abandon, I wanted to swim in a land where there swelled the first sea; its silken and tangy froth; profoundly rejuvenating my dreary soul, I wanted to chew inebriating leaves in a land where there sprouted the petal of tobacco; languish in the meadows with the aftermath; placing me into a blissfully sedative fantasy, I wanted to sketch mesmerizing lines in a land where there stood the first mountain; its towering summit blending with sky; impregnating an insatiable itching in my fingers to draw, I wanted to dance in a land where there was gyrating the first dolphin; the mysticism in its eyes propelling me to add strides to my pace; move incessantly to the beats of hissing snakes, I wanted to study in a land where there meditated the first saint; the omnipotent power of his ideals metamorphosing me into the strongest entity, I wanted to smile in a land where there laughed the first clown; the comic distortions of his face inevitably triggering uncontrollable guffaws from my persona, I wanted to fight in a land where there marched the first soldier; the true spirit of freedom in his eyes; and the armor in his hands; annihilating the most minuscule trace of fear from my cowardly visage, I wanted to sing in a land where there appeared the first shadow; the enigma in its obscure silhouette; engendering me to convert my subdued whispers into melodious tunes, I wanted to work in a land where there existed the first mother; the tenacity of her blessings igniting the real stalwart hidden inside me, And 'I WANTED TO LOVE' in a land where there lived the first girl; the very first woman who wholesomely loved me; blended her heart; soul and desire with mine. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »I wanted to make the world a better place |
The nimble blades of grass sprouting from soil; wanted sumptuous sunshine for nutrition, The boisterous squirrels clambering on the tree; wanted a The reptiles slithering mystically through a labyrinth of blend of insect and large succulent leaf, The frogs croaking in discordant cacophony; wanted blotted ponds of water to bathe and make merry, The mystically radiant reptile slithering through jungle bush; wanted innocuous trespassers; to sting, The pearly white mushrooms growing rampantly in the fields; wanted tinges of disdainful dirt, The hunch backed camel traversing through the abysmally hot desert; wanted revitalizing refreshments of water, The uncanny spider spinning its web with dexterity; wanted to devour unsuspecting prey entangled in vicinity, The ostentatiously inflated persona of balloon; wanted to soar at unprecedented heights in the air and fly, The diminutive body of matchstick; wanted to incinerate mammoth buildings and produce fire, The majestic leopard galloping through the forest, wanted to capsize its prey; pulverize it to pieces, The ubiquitous(universal) birds flying in the sky; wanted to reach back their nests before the onset of perilous night, The ravenous waves of the sea blended perfectly in full sunlight; wanted to rise high; collide with the jagged rocks and eventually die, The brown eyed looking impeccable goat; wanted to consume lots of corn and produce frosty milk, The sniffer dogs running at swashbuckling speeds through the city streets; wanted to hunt nefarious criminals; annihilate traces of their entity, The gigantic lizard on the wall incessantly changed its color; wanted to entice its prey; pretending to be like a dead twig, The pot bellied ducks quacked for indefatigable hours in the day; wanted scores of opalescent fish to relish, The monstrous sized tortoise with its neck well camouflaged; wanted a plethora of worm, The frivolously sculptured domestic cat; wanted to insatiably sip at hidden bowls of milk, The obnoxiously detestable cockroach violently fluttered its antenna; wanted to safely sleep in the clammy and untidy realms of the gutter, The diabolical demon in fairy tales; wanted to munch humans like ants in his mouth, And till the time I existed on this earth in the form of a human being, I wanted to unrelentingly love; make the world a better place to live in, With celestial blessings of the creator; to assist me in every step of my benevolent endeavor. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »I wanted to paint |
I wanted to paint ornate flower petals with spring water, swallow the residue of perfumed liquid dripping down its stalk. i wanted to paint blue chipped marble floors with freshly extracted cow butter, roll violently in the grease for several days on the trot. i wanted to paint chicken flesh with hot ginger curry, boil it in steaming water blended with a plethora of vegetable. i wanted to paint bare walls of the castle in crimson color, engrave mystical designs on it with my uncut fingernail. i wanted to paint tall poles of the maple tree with extremely saline sea water, lick as long as my tongue could last, spicy patches of tree shivering in the breeze. i wanted to paint my toenails with brilliant red dye, dance on the sun with blistering light filtering through delicate pores of skin. i wanted to paint my hair with golden honey, expose them to the atmosphere for the birds to feed. i wanted to paint barren patches of land with blades of lush green grass, sprinkle the infertile land with gargantuan amount of goat manure. i wanted to paint white canvas with swashbuckling strokes of feather brush, draw a sketch depicting blissful territories of the globe. i wanted to paint immaculate walls of her heart with my thick blood, pray that the scripture lays imprisoned for decades till we exist. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved |
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| »I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries |
I WANTED YOU to live for a thousand centuries; with every century unfolding; having a million years, The smile on your luscious lips profoundly enlightening the pallid atmosphere. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every year unleashing; having a million months, The charisma of your immaculate demeanor; incarcerating me thoroughly in its divine grace. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every month unveiling; having a million fortnights, The empathy in your intricate eyes; making me oblivious to this monotonous world. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every fortnight releasing; having a million weeks, The fragrance of your silhouette; tickling my conscience with inevitable strokes of attraction. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every week blossoming; having a million days, The overwhelming melody in your voice inundating the atmosphere with supreme rhapsody; putting me to celestial sleep. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every day ripening; having a million hours, The mystical aura of your blissful presence; entrenching me in entirety; catapulting me into surreptitious realms of heaven. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every hour passing; having a million minutes, The tenderness of your silken touch; making me exorbitantly realize that I was alive. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every minute discharging; having a million seconds, The satiny cascade of your tantalizing hair; encompassing every arena of my body. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every second zipping; by having a million passionate breaths, The throbbing of your heart amalgamating with mine; making me practically invincible from all sides. I wouldn’t mind if all fantasies of my life miserably failed; but it my humble plea to you O! Omnipresent creator, To convert this fantasy of mine into a perpetual reality; Bonding us together for times and centuries immemorial. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »I was definitely proud |
I was not proud of the appetizing morsels of food before my eyes; but I was definitely proud of the fact; that God had given me a chance to wholeheartedly savor them, I was not proud of the unprecedented opulence that lay profusely inundated in my treasuries; but I was definitely proud of the fact; that God had given me a chance to benevolently utilize them, I was not proud of the Herculean power that circumvented my bones; but I was definitely proud of the fact; that God had given me an chance; to defend my impoverished countrymen with the same, I was not proud of the rhapsodically mesmerizing eyes which lay beneath the sockets of my forehead; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to insatiably drown myself and explore the beauty of this fathomless Universe, I was not proud of the lightening speed that engulfed the robust framework of my legs; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to gallivant till as far I wanted; run indefatigably for the philanthropic mission that encompassed my soul, I was not proud of the unrelenting fragrance that besieged my flesh; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to disseminate the same in ebullient lives transgressing around, I was not proud of the insurmountable battalion of swanky cars that garlanded my glamorous drive; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; elope with my innocuous fellow mates; to the most enchantingly exciting destinations of tomorrow, I was not proud of the astoundingly magnificent flurry of eyelashes that embellished my lids; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to wink and congenially philander with the humans of my choice, I was not proud of the gloriously rubicund lips that formed the magnanimous silhouette of my face; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to smile and frolick in the aisles of untamed desire and perpetual happiness, I was not proud of the incredulously knotted festoon of fingers that protruded royally from my palms; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to sketch the most majestically enticing shapes in this Universe with the same, I was not proud of the poignantly passionate streams of blood that flowed turbulently through my veins; but I was definitely proud of the fact God had given me a chance; to shed it uninhibitedly for the entities who wanted it the most, I was not proud of unfathomable happiness that lingered in my countenance; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me chance; to share it with my fellow comrades in despairing pain, I was not proud of the grandiloquent ocean of dreams that incessantly floated in my brain; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to metamorphose this manipulative planet once again into an enthralling paradise, I was not proud of the irrefutable essence of truth enveloping my visage; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to scrap the blatantly abusive virtue of lies forever from this world, I was not proud of the impeccably fair color entrenching each cranny of my skin; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to enlighten the lives of those in ghastly blackness; with my inherent charisma and light, I was not proud of the supremely magical contentment ingrained in my blood; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to benevolently assist the disastrously maimed; to achieve their ultimate ambitions and goals of life, I was not proud of the compassionately fiery inferno of breath diffusing from my nostrils; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to impregnate optimistic hope in the morbidly lifeless, I was not proud of the complete family that followed me all night and day in each of my conquest; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to exist amidst such a selfless fraternity of fantastic human beings, I was not proud of the heart that relentlessly throbbed in my chest; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to immortally love and diffuse its ravishingly royal waves to the most boundless corner of this globe, And I was not proud of living since decades immemorial; but I was definitely proud of the fact that God had given me a chance; to love; procreate; discover; endeavor my best to make planet earth a better place to live and let live… (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »I was fed up |
I was fed up of being parasitically dependant, Not of my irrevocable weight; inevitably squelching loose chunks of soil as I walked… I was fed up of being worthlessly pampered, Not of my unrelenting festoon of fantasies; which tirelessly cuddled me; beyond the ultimate epitomes of mesmerizing enthrallment… I was fed up of going to manipulatively uncouth office, Not of indefatigably working to achieve my art; rise to be the absolute best in my romantically voluptuous passions of existence… I was fed up of being sympathetically fed, Not of rightfully earning my share of appetizing meal; from earth’s fathomless reserve of ravishingly bountiful endowment… I was fed up of ostentatiously spurious relationships, Not of blending with bonds of eternal love and philanthropic friendship; making me the richest entity alive on the trajectory of this boundless Universe… I was fed up with cowards who were infidel, Not of innocuously bouncing infants; capriciously changing their moods; even as the winds nimbly changed the slightest of their direction.. I was fed up of taking things for granted, Not of the wonderfully intrinsic processes of my body; which functioned like astoundingly meticulous clockwork all night and day; to keep me blissfully alive… I was fed up of casual approaches to lead life, Not of the serene calm which enveloped my mind; propelling me to focus on the unsurpassable myriad of things; yet to be destined… I was fed up of being tyrannically dictated, Not of being a perennially obedient slave of true love; bowing down in revered obeisance to the flower of humanity; which invincibly lingered all over the planet… I was fed up of youth staring lackadaisically towards fading horizons, Not of the intrepidly endowed soldier; who sacrificed his life for his motherland; without even batting an eye… I was fed up witnessing people polishing the shoes of their pompously inflated boss, Not of the patriotic stalwarts; kissing their goals incessantly even while in their sleep; hugging inseparably to their benevolent mission in life… I was fed up of ghastly war and indiscriminate bloodshed, Not of the unfathomable rebel in my soul; which resolved to scrap injustice and hatred; from the tiniest core of their non-existent roots… I was fed up of the mockingly hollow rules of the conventional society, Not of my stringently incorrigible conviction to fight till I shed the last iota of breath; for the soul mate of my life… I was fed up of the shadows of the ominously evil, Not of the most magnanimous reflections of sharing; the unconquerable shimmers of unity that remained alive even after sunset… I was fed up of the brutally insensitive odor of profound commercialism, Not of the golden perspiration that melodiously cascaded down my palms; gloriously depicting the blissfully enduring fruits of my wholehearted turmoil… I was fed up of lecherously sinister betrayal, Not of the wilderness of my rampantly throbbing heart; which made me exuberantly explore in a million different directions; every unleashing minute… I was fed up of bombastically assisted at each conjecture of survival, Not of the impregnable power of my conscience; which made me unflinchingly confront the most acrimonious of obstacle; with fireballs of faith engulfing my eyes… And I was fed up of treacherously chained life, Not of the immortal spirit of existence; which was so strong; that it made live an infinite lives more; even though I wanted to die… (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »I wanted you to be |
I wanted you to be my godmother; caress me gently in the night; humming a melodious rhyme to put me to sleep, Prepare appetizing dishes of corn to gratify my gluttony; wipe the tears of my cheek when I was struck with grief. I wanted you to be my robust brother; tickling me incessantly in my ribs; make me wholeheartedly laugh, Defending me against all evil prevailing; obliterating me from the remotest of brutality. I wanted you to be my absent minded father; riding with me through steep curves of the hill on a horse, Instilling gargantuan confidence in me while I studied; embedding my tender mind with nostalgic reminisces of the past. I wanted you to be my innocuous child; crying impeccably as I hoisted you high in my arms, Melting my heart with your mischievous smile; tugging at my loose beard with your dainty fingers. I wanted you to be my old grandmother; reciting to me a plethora of mesmerizing fairy tale, Preparing herbal concoctions to pacify my wounds; admonishing me severely for flaunting with girls. I wanted you to be my ravishing dreams; tingling dormant arenas of my heart with your stupendous grace, Radiating perpetual heat in my body all day; leaving your everlasting fragrance close to my soul. I wanted you to be the blood that flowed through my veins; imparting strength to my fragile muscle, Purifying every unleashing second as I breathed air; losing refined degrees of control at the slightest of provocation. I wanted you to be my intricate heart; which throbbed violently when loved, Imprisoned the deity it worshipped; and was prepared to relinquish life for the ones it really cared for. I wanted you to be the redness of my lips; which got more accentuated when I rubbed them, Exorbitantly highlighting the fervor of my thoughts; the insatiable passion I had impregnated in my eyes. And over and above all; I desperately wanted you to be my wife, Inundate my impoverished heart with vast oceans of your love; blissfully living with me for this and an infinite lives more to be confronted. |
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| »I was existing |
Footsteps were plodding, Shadows were fluttering, Sun was rising, Waves were undulating, Flowers were blossoming, Butterflies were frolicking, Landscapes were shimmering, Eyelids were flashing, Hands were shaking, Royalty was basking, Spindles were weaving, Waterfalls were gushing, Fountains were cascading, Volcanos were fulminating, Leopards were prowling, Sirens were blaring, Rays were streaming, Cyclones were swirling, Sands were glistening, Wrestlers were fighting, Warriors were blazing, Sages were concentrating, Brains were tick-tocking, Stars were radiating, Eyeballs were revolving, Business’s were manipulating, Droplets were trickling, Winds were blowing, Beers were guzzling, Mouths were snoring, Fires were blistering, Sweat was persevering, Pens were writing, Bumble-bees were buzzing, Gold was glittering, Darkness was charming, Ducks were quacking, Goats were bleating, Leaves were rustling, Roses were blooming, Teeth were chattering, Echoes were reverberating, Exhibitionists were revealing, Springs were recoiling, Snakes were hissing, Cartoons were mimicking, Ships were docking, Goldfish were swimming, Doors were creaking, Matchsticks were igniting, Horses were galloping, Cows were munching, Mind was evolving, Energy was dissipating, Nightingale was singing, Friendships were flourishing, Seductress’s were titillating, Soldiers were marching, Giraffes were bouncing, Raindrops were pelting, Pigs were grunting, Sand was slipping, Chains were rattling, Rats were squeaking, Tails were wagging, Bareskins were shivering, Abattoirs were tyrannizing, Days were sweltering, Grasses were tingling, Grasshoppers were hopping, Spiders were spinning, Worms were crawling, Flamingoes were diving, Dustbins were stinking, Seeds were sprouting, Discos were pulsating, Barbers were trimming, Keys were jingling, Lips were smiling, Hours were unveiling, Musicians were humming, Statues were gazing, Bats were sucking, Lions were roaring, Diamonds were scintillating, Dungeons were dooming, Earthquakes were devastating, Dinosaurs were threatening, Scents were stimulating, Artists were sketching, Entrepreneurs were trendsetting, Cats were meowing, Shoes were trampling, Mosquitoes were stinging, Bombs were exploding, Children were playing, Electricity was flickering, Rainbows were appeasing, Bubbles were bursting, Bullets were ricocheting, Swords were clashing, Slaves were cursing, Glass was shattering, Sharks were pulverizing, Blind were groping, Wolves were howling, Divine were praying, Renegades were plotting, Masks were camouflaging, Diseases were wrenching, Roofs were sequestering, Philanderers were dating, Bandits were looting, Mothers were dedicating, Pompous were falsifying, Lizards were swishing, Ancestors were recounting, Insane were stumbling, Impoverished were starving, Rich were gloating, Air was circulating, Advertisers were gimmicking, Soil was harboring, Butter was greasing, Mirrors were reflecting, Pearls were enticing, Bricks were fortifying, Frogs were croaking, Smoke was polluting, Thunder was scaring, Impersonators were disguising, Glamour was exposing, Sleep was gratifying, Nostalgia was reinvigorating, Bars were imprisoning, Mountains were rejuvenating, Photographs were capturing, Looks were deceiving, Colors were merging, Clouds were mesmerizing, Celebrities were celebrating, Philanthropists were uniting, Politicians were attracting, Terrorists were incinerating, Phones were ringing, Silk was satiating, Solitude was deteriorating, Freedom was levitating, Orphans were remembering, Cowards were sulking, Waiters were serving, Parasites were relishing, Demons were killing, Offsprings were wailing, Strategists were planning, Dead were stinking, Lovers were loving, Souls were hovering, Breath was diffusing, Hearts were palpitating, Cannibals were devouring, And I was existing…. (C) COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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