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»How dare did you ever think

 

 

She was infact the most exuberantly tireless half of your voice; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a loudspeaker of acridly penalizing balderdash and atrociously dumb?

She was infact the most blissfully ravishing half of your appetite; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a lavatory of criminal cockroaches and pathetically lame?

She was infact the most insuperably compassionate half of your fertility; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a thorn of disdainfully crippling infertility and diabolically impotent?

She was infact the most gloriously unconquerable half of your consanguinity; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an inferno of infidelity and hedonistically betraying?

She was infact the most irrefutably unflinching half of your conscience; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slandering gutter of lies and vituperatively ghoulish?

She was infact the most dazzlingly vibrant half of your success; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a morass of treacherous defeat and hopelessly asphyxiated?

She was infact the most unbelievably impeccable half of your integrity; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a parasite sucking blood in sadistic delight and lecherously wastrel?

She was infact the most brilliantly optimistic half of your eyes; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a graveyard of blindness and hideously stuttering?

She was infact the most resplendently bountiful half of your skin; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a debilitatingly diseased trash can and perniciously impaired?

She was infact the most enchantingly celestial half of your smile; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing but a remorsefully ghoulish pool of stench and ghastily aggrieved?

She was infact the most blazingly unfettered half of your personality; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a haplessly subjugated tomato hurled towards the coffins of nothingness and miserably incarcerated?

She was infact the most ingeniously spell binding half of your brain; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a rotting mortuary of worthless stones and deliriously ill?

She was infact the most vivaciously infallible half of your strength; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a germ of deathly cancer and heinously enslaved?

She was infact the most effulgently sparkling half of your fair color; how dare did you ever thing that she was nothing else but a pigstalk of dolorously satanic meaninglessness and ghoulish black?

She was infact the most sensuously untamed half of your adventure; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a dungeon of ignominiously sleazy expletives and inanely robotic?

She was infact the most redolently honest half of your perspiration; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a ditch of rebuking foolishness and perverted blasphemy?

She was infact the most timelessly fructifying half of your blood; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slurry of amorphous feces and devastatingly diminishing?

She was infact the most symbiotically harmonious half of your survival; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an unsurpassable debauchery of existence and salaciously distorted?

She was infact the most inextricably majestic half of your signature; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a sinful insect of illiteracy and egregiously failed?

And she was infact the most inevitably immortal half of the chapter of your life; your blessed wife; then how dare did you ever think that she nothing else but a hell of nonsensical lifelessness and eccentrically dead?


©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»How does it matter?

 

How does it matter even an infinitesimal trifle; whether God created the robust hen first; or sent the salubriously triumphant egg on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a diminutive trifle; whether God created the vivacious plant first; or sent the effulgently mesmerizing seed on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a mercurial trifle; whether God created poignant salt first; or sent the jubilantly frosty sea on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an inconspicuous trifle; whether God created the Omnipotent secretions of love first; or sent the bountifully virile man on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an ethereal trifle; whether God created the eclectic silhouette first; or sent the beautifully resplendent shadow on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an ephemeral trifle; whether God created the immortal heartbeat first; or sent perpetually proliferating compassion on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an evanescent trifle; whether God created the mellifluous song first; or sent fantastically nubile enchantment on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a fugitive trifle; whether God created the blazing Sun first; or sent unflinchingly unassailable optimism on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a fleeting trifle; whether God created perennial paradise first; or sent the altruistically unconquerable Angel on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an abysmal trifle; whether God created tantalizing mystery first; or sent the inscrutably enigmatic night on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a minuscule trifle; whether God created insuperable truth first; or sent majestically pristine victory on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an infidel trifle; whether God created boundless intelligence first; or sent spell bindingly burgeoning innovation on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a nonchalant trifle; whether God created philanthropic fantasy first; or sent royally unsurpassable desire on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a teeny trifle; whether God created uplifting happiness first; or sent timelessly uniting procreation on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a parsimonious trifle; whether God created the handsome clouds first; or sent panoramically enticing greenery on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a measly trifle; whether God created ubiquitous unity first; or sent Omnipresently blessing peace on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an abstemious trifle; whether God created stupefying fragrance first; or sent the miraculously mitigating rose on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an obfuscated trifle; whether God created inimitable sacredness first; or sent unconquerably virgin milk on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a disappearing trifle; whether God created the humanitarian throat first; or sent the thirst for goodness on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an unmentionable trifle; whether God created intrepid ecstasy first; or sent infallibly reinvigorating inspiration on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an obsolete trifle; whether God created fertile Woman first; or sent potently masculine Man on earth; an infinite births before?









And tell me how does it really matter even a miserly trifle; whether God created something first and something last on earth; as long as he’d created the sky of unshakably immortal love; which united every caste; creed; tribe; race; species; in the religion of impregnable oneness forever and ever and ever; irrespective of being first; or an infinite births even before? ? ? ? ?


©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»How does it really matter

 

How does it matter even an infinitesimal trifle; whether God created the robust hen first; or sent the salubriously triumphant egg on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a diminutive trifle; whether God created the vivacious plant first; or sent the effulgently mesmerizing seed on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a mercurial trifle; whether God created poignant salt first; or sent the jubilantly frosty sea on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an inconspicuous trifle; whether God created the Omnipotent secretions of love first; or sent the bountifully virile man on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an ethereal trifle; whether God created the eclectic silhouette first; or sent the beautifully resplendent shadow on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an ephemeral trifle; whether God created the immortal heartbeat first; or sent perpetually proliferating compassion on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an evanescent trifle; whether God created the mellifluous song first; or sent fantastically nubile enchantment on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a fugitive trifle; whether God created the blazing Sun first; or sent unflinchingly unassailable optimism on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a fleeting trifle; whether God created perennial paradise first; or sent the altruistically unconquerable Angel on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an abysmal trifle; whether God created tantalizing mystery first; or sent the inscrutably enigmatic night on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a minuscule trifle; whether God created insuperable truth first; or sent majestically pristine victory on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an infidel trifle; whether God created boundless intelligence first; or sent spell bindingly burgeoning innovation on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a nonchalant trifle; whether God created philanthropic fantasy first; or sent royally unsurpassable desire on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a teeny trifle; whether God created uplifting happiness first; or sent timelessly uniting procreation on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a parsimonious trifle; whether God created the handsome clouds first; or sent panoramically enticing greenery on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a measly trifle; whether God created ubiquitous unity first; or sent Omnipresently blessing peace on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an abstemious trifle; whether God created stupefying fragrance first; or sent the miraculously mitigating rose on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an obfuscated trifle; whether God created inimitable sacredness first; or sent unconquerably virgin milk on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even a disappearing trifle; whether God created the humanitarian throat first; or sent the thirst for goodness on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an unmentionable trifle; whether God created intrepid ecstasy first; or sent infallibly reinvigorating inspiration on earth; an infinite births before?

How does it matter even an obsolete trifle; whether God created fertile Woman first; or sent potently masculine Man on earth; an infinite births before?









And tell me how does it really matter even a miserly trifle; whether God created something first and something last on earth; as long as he’d created the sky of unshakably immortal love; which united every caste; creed; tribe; race; species; in the religion of impregnable oneness forever and ever and ever; irrespective of being first; or an infinite births even before? ? ? ? ?


©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»How I wanted our very first kiss to happen...

 

With the unsurpassably tangy waves of the fabulous sea wholesomely dictating each of my impoverished senses; and the uninhibitedly pristine shores as my sole and most undaunted savior,

With the unbelievably handsome apogees of the timeless mountains wholesomely dictating each of my beleaguered senses; and the intrepidly exhilarating winds as my sole and most fearless savior,

With the inscrutably magnetic swirl of the enigmatic forests wholesomely dictating each of my dwindling senses; and the iridescently sporadic twilight as my sole and most inimitable savior,

With the unabashedly brazen currents of the stupendous afternoon breeze wholesomely dictating each of my languid senses; and the interminably blazing Sun as my sole and most Omnipotent savior,

With the fantastically unfettered swirl of the virgin waterfalls wholesomely dictating each of my deteriorating senses; and the atmosphere of poignant freshness as my sole and most rejuvenating savior,

With the pricelessly unconquerable fabric of insuperable oneness wholesomely dictating each of my oblivious senses; and the winds of egalitarian humanity as my sole and most effulgent savior,

With the bountifully pungent alacrity of the vivacious rainbows wholesomely dictating each of my inebriated senses; and the gloriously fathomless sky as my sole and most triumphant savior,

With the intriguingly inscrutable storms of mesmerizing artistry wholesomely dictating each of my deadened senses; and the mystical labyrinths of mellifluous music as my sole and most victorious savior,

With the incredulously mollifying chords of benign selflessness wholesomely dictating each of my evanescent senses; and the chapters of irrefutably unassailable truth as my sole and most jubilant savior,

With the tirelessly bewitching cisterns of the enigmatic night wholesomely dictating each of my remorseful senses; and the optimistic beams of the celestial moon as my sole and most impeccable savior,

With the magnificently majestic lines of the profound palm wholesomely dictating each of my penurious senses; and the seductively alluring trails of inexplicable mystery as my sole and most adventurous savior,

With the timelessly stupefying serendipity of the euphoric meadows wholesomely dictating each of my thwarted senses; and the rhapsodically undefeated entrenchment of golden dewdrops as my sole and most fascinating savior,

With the royally unbridled gush of the ravishing clouds wholesomely dictating each of my parsimonious senses; and the torrential downpour of handsome rain as my sole and most enchanting savior,

With the unshakably potent fructification of the blissful seed wholesomely dictating each of my devastated senses; and the amazingly indomitable virility of black soil as my sole and most burgeoning savior,

With the incomparably tantalizing reverberations of voluptuous lightening wholesomely dictating each of my cloistered senses; and the immeasurable exultation of dusk as my sole and most effervescent savior,

With the unprejudiced heavenly mists of sparkling innocence wholesomely dictating each of my vespered senses; and the indefatigably altruistic harbingers of humanity as my sole and most ebullient saviors,
With the unflinchingly perennial bellow of Omniscient breath wholesomely dictating each of my obfuscated senses; and the cloudbursts of unceasingly brilliant life as my sole and most unbiased savior,

With the incessantly trumpeting beats of the immortal heart wholesomely dictating each of my dawdling senses; and the bounteously spell binding elixir of infallibly true love as my sole and most liberated savior,

Was how I exactly wanted our very first kiss to passionately happen O! blessedly nubile beloved; of course and wholesomely all by the grace of the Omnpresently eternal Almighty Lord….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»How on earth? ? ?

 

My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I extricate your infinite reflections from the whites of her eyes; which were the sole sublimation of her otherwise impoverished life?

My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I erase your infinite fronds of desire from her sensuous lips; which were the sole reason behind her every uninhibited smile?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I remove your infinite whispers of adventure from her intricate ears; which were the sole ounces of enlightenment in her otherwise hackneyed way?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I evaporate your infinite praises from her mellifluous voice; which were the sole pillars of strength in her otherwise devastated existence?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I abolish your infinite fantasies from her astoundingly evolving brain; which were the sole panacea of her otherwise slowly diminishing life?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I scrap your infinite infernos of yearning from her amiably resonating spine; which were the sole sensitivities in her otherwise robotically mundane existence?

My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I annihilate your infinite impressions of destiny from the insides of her blissfully tinkling palms; which were the sole glimmer of hope in the fabric of her otherwise inexplicably withering life?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I behead your infinite compassionate pecks from her unabashed ardent cheeks; which were her sole sensations to forever triumph; in the otherwise fading horizons of her existence?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I massacre your infinite epitomes of artistry from her wondrously wandering fingers; which were the sole insinuations of companionship in her otherwise obfuscated life?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I trounce your infinite shades of humanity from her insuperably celestial blood; which were the sole lanterns of friendship in her otherwise miserably betrayed existence?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I assassinate your infinite pillars of tenacity from her altruistically affable bones; which were the sole Sun of fearlessness in her otherwise despicably slavering life?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I vanquish your infinite spell-binding imageries from her innocuously pristine mind; which were the sole spots of untamed brilliance in her otherwise penuriously incarcerated existence?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I pulverize your infinite recesses of warmth from her voluptuous bosom; which were the sole flames of friendship in her otherwise treacherously obsolete life?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I lynch your infinite fragrances of optimism from her impregnably fiery nostrils; which were the sole heavens of victory in her otherwise subserviently defeated existence?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I extradite your infinite images of truth from her undaunted conscience; which were the sole harbingers of eternal bliss in her otherwise deliriously distorted life?

My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I exonerate your infinite impressions of solidarity from her impeccably unbridled soul; which were the sole skies of ultimate freedom in her otherwise gruesomely penalizing existence?

My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I slaughter your infinite droplets of healing moisture from her stupendously magnetic eyelashes; which were the sole mists of unexpected miracles in her otherwise deplorably traumatized life?

My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I eliminate your infinite ecstatically ever-pervading shadows from her passionate breath; which were the sole rainbows of untainted exhilaration in her otherwise disdainfully slithering existence?

And my money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I terminate your infinite beats of immortal love from her thunderously throbbing heart; which were the sole rays of contentment in her otherwise fatally premature and truncated life…

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»How starved was I

 

When I witnessed the sparklingly bountiful waterfalls;
majestically cascading down the rustically undulating
hills,
I suddenly remembered how overwhelmingly thirsty was I
; with each frazzled nerve of my tyrannized body
unfathomably yearning to be blissfully caressed….

When I witnessed the enigmatically inscrutable
forests; with a spell bindingly panoramic myriad of
tingling sounds and the princely lion diffusing into a
royal parade of unparalleled superiority,
I suddenly how starved was I for adventure; as even
the most infinitesimal bone of my body ardently
desired to wholesomely blend with the insatiably
untamed wilderness…..

When I witnessed the mystically fabulous clouds in
fathomless sky; the immaculate puffs of mesmerizing
silk gliding past in unprecedented euphoria,
I suddenly remembered how uncontrollably starved was I
for titillation; as each pore of my torturously
lambasted skin; perennially craved to be caressed by
the; unbelievably ravishing mist…

When I witnessed the mesmerizing blankets of eternally
resplendent grass; the marvelously regale festoon of
golden dewdrops sprouting in astounding harmony from
the intricately poignant blades,
I suddenly remembered that how perennially starved was
I for blissful sleep; as each traumatically monotonous
contour of my countenance; inevitably slithered to
blend with the celestial moistness….

When I witnessed torrentially unrelenting cloudbursts
of seductive rain; the enthrallingly exuberant
globules of fascinating liquid; pelting down in spell
binding harmony upon truculently parched soil,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for enchanting
dance; as each restlessly impoverished contour of my
body; commenced to vivaciously gyrate to the tunes of
the ebulliently majestic atmosphere….

When I witnessed the blazingly Omnipotent fireball of
magnificent Sun; the unassailably miraculous rays
which metamorphosed even the most inconspicuous iota
of sadness into a fountain of everlasting triumph,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for
ingratiating optimism; as every speck of my
disastrously beleaguered eyes; ecstatically surged
forward to relish and replenish the full fervor of;
timeless life….

When I witnessed the indefatigably ardent fires in the
heart of the wonderfully tantalizing night; with the
cradle of sensuously tickling darkness casting its
Omniscient spell upon one and all; handsomely alike,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for exotic
passion; as each ingredient of my maliciously besieged
blood; gushed forward like an unstoppable hurricane to
coalesce forever with the winds of enthralling
seduction….

When I witnessed the Omnipresent whirlpool of wind
exuberantly creeping towards my soul; an
incomprehensibly romantic maelstrom of whispering
beauty overpowering my wavering reflection,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for
unconquerable breath; as even the most capriciously
fugitive space in my nostrils; intransigently sucked
in boundless skies of; gregarious air…..

And when I witnessed the immortal beats of her
beautifully pristine heart; the irrefutable wave of
jubilantly scintillating truth that disseminated on
every step that she timelessly transgressed,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for unending
love; as every element of my mind; body and soul;
eternally melanged with her Godly fragrance; as every
part of me and beyond eternally melanged with the
essence of never-dying humanity….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»How the hell can you ever dare?

 

Can you ever dare to call enchantingly mesmerizing
fantasy; as dastardly unemployed; even in the most
inanely bizarre of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call timelessly burgeoning
innovation; as ghastily unemployed; even in the most
treacherously delinquent of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call unsurpassably untamed
sensuality; as murderously unemployed; even in the
most sadistically remorseful of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call ubiquitously compassionate
brotherhood; as salaciously unemployed; even in the
most tyrannically incarcerating of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call blissfully symbiotic
environment; as abjectly unemployed; even in the most
hedonistically cadaverous of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the rhapsodically eternal
seawave; as derogatorily unemployed; even in the most
nefariously perverted of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the impeccably unconquerable
lap of the divine mother; as satanically unemployed;
even in the most torridly truculent of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent clouds in the
sky; as maliciously unemployed; even in the most
acrimoniously venomous of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the redolently Omnipresent
rose; as lethally unemployed; even in the most
cold-bloodedly bludgeoning of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the magically fructifying
dewdrops; as preposterously unemployed; even in the
most demonically unceremonious dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the resplendently shimmering
stars; as debasingly unemployed; even in the most
deliriously lugubrious of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the mystically rubicund
cheeks; as brutally unemployed; even in the most
sardonically castigated of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the pristinely newborn
child; as perfidiously unemployed; even in the most
brazenly idiosyncratic of dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the vivaciously exuberant
peacock; as ignominiously unemployed; even in the most
invidiously sinister of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the aisles of everlasting
paradise; as vituperatively unemployed; even in the
most egregiously embittered of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the seductively crimson
crested nightingale; as horrendously unemployed; even
in the most cannibalistically prurient of your dreams
?

Can you ever dare to call priceless streams of
quintessentially perennial water; as horrifically
unemployed; even in the most nonchalantly slavering of
your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the impregnably cardinal
blacks of the eye; as lackadaisically unemployed; even
in the most insidiously squandering of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the invincibly sequestering
mountains; as unabashedly unemployed; even in the most
perilously withering of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent seeds sown in
emollient soil; as baselessly unemployed; even in the
most profanely deteriorating of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the unceasingly enlightening
rays of the Sun; as pugnaciously unemployed; even in
the most capriciously flagrant of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the perpetual caverns of
life-bestowing breath; as dangerously unemployed; even
in the most ominously disoriented of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call royally peerless artistry;
as fecklessly unemployed; even in the most haughtily
sanctimonious of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the religion of unassailable
humanity; as regretfully unemployed; even in the most
obsoletely livid of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the crops spawning
miraculously from mother soil; as diabolically
unemployed; even in the most corruptly sodomized of
your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the heaven of immortally
insuperable love; as parsimoniously unemployed; even
in the most unscrupulously wastrel of your dreams?



Therefore how the hell can you ever dare to call a
poet whose every ingredient of crimson blood is
composed of nothing else but all of the above, and an
infinite more astoundingly benevolent sensitivity; as
threadbarely unemployed; even in the most hatefully
stagnating of your dreams?



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»How the hell can you say?

 

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed mesmerizing empathy in your resplendently twinkling eyes?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed poignantly crimson blood in your exuberantly unflinching veins
?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed unequivocally explicit voice in the chords of your
enchantingly
bountiful throat?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed robustly triumphant ardor in your gloriously magnanimous
palms?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed an ingratiatingly heavenly charisma in your patriotically
blazing
stride?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed euphorically everlasting smiles upon your innocuously rubicund
lips
?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed rhapsodically vivacious charisma in your ebulliently cascading
hair
?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed unparalleled piquancy in each of your poignantly intricate
senses?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed insatiably untamed whirlpools of spell binding fantasy; in
even the
most infinitesimal corridors of your ecstatically wandering brain?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed unparalleled muscle in your tenaciously resilient arms?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed indispensable morsels of food in your harmoniously bouncing
and
innocuous stomach?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed a cistern of tantalizingly enigmatic seduction on even the
most
diminutively obsolete step that you transgressed?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed an unconquerable wave of enlightening optimism in even the
most
inconspicuously insipid of your majestic reflection?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed an unsurpassable entrenchment of divinely sensitivity in the
vicinity of your wonderfully intimate and amiable ears?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed an unshakable sky of benevolently scintillating humanity upon
your
intrepidly philanthropic shoulders?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed irrefutably unassailable truth in the walls of your
Omnisciently
priceless conscience?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed an unfathomable cloud of titillating sensuousness in even the
most
ethereal element of your regale persona?

How the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the Creator
had
bestowed an Omnipotent waterfall of breath in your marvelously
seductive
and profoundly aristocratic nostrils?

And how the hell can you say that you were tired; as long as the
Creator had
bestowed a perpetually invincible fountain of love; in the beats of
your
immortally palpitating heart?

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»How would life ever realize?

 

How would the rose ever realize that it was profusely
scented; unless and until it witnessed a pile of fetid
garbage diffusing its unbearable stench towards plain
sky?

How would satiny cotton ever realize that it was
voluptuously soft; unless and until it witnessed a
mountain of thorns; barbarically ripping apart through
innocuous flesh?

How would the river ever realize that it was a
stupendous reservoir of life; unless and until it
witnessed the acrimoniously dry desert; scorching
blissful souls to minuscule embers of burning coal?

How would the rocket ever realize that it was
astoundingly fast; unless and until it witnessed the
overwhelmingly pot-bellied tortoise painstakingly
crawling towards the finishing line?

How would the sighted ever realize that they were
profoundly endowed by the Creator; unless and until
they witnessed the blind stumbling at every step; even
under the most flamboyantly brilliant sunlight?

How would the rain ever realize that it was
incredulously mystical; unless and until it witnessed
the acerbic swords of monotonously sweltering drought;
ruthlessly swipe traces of celestial civilization?

How would the diamond ever realize that it was
enchantingly glittering; unless and until it witnessed
the obsolete dilapidation of the dungeons; rotting
with a trace of daylight since centuries
unprecedented?

How would the aged man ever realize that he was
exorbitantly lucky; unless and until he witnessed the
freshly born infant being indiscriminately capsized by
the jaws of ultimate death?

How would the cave ever realize that it was entrenched
with divinely peace; unless and until it witnessed the
rambunctiously boisterous hustle-bustle of the city;
the unruly mobs of different tribes fighting
spuriously for blood; in the name of God?

How would the summit of the mountain ever realize that
it was incomprehensibly tall; unless and until it
witnessed the rock bottom ground; not able to rise
even an inch ever since the planet was created?

How would the ocean of love ever realize that it was
irrefutably immortal; unless and until it witnessed
the chapter of perfidiously lecherous betrayal?

How would the crackling flames of fire ever realize
that they were unfathomably rejuvenating; unless and
until they witnessed avalanches of uncouth ice; freeze
the most robust of souls alive?

How would the indefatigably throbbing heart ever
realize that it was passionate; unless and until it
witnessed lifeless skeletons suspended insidiously
from the lackadaisically barren ceiling?

How would the lion ever realize that he was the
indomitable king of the jungle; unless and until he
witnessed the rabbit hiding for mercy behind the
untamed wilderness of the bushes?

How would beauty ever realize that it was ravishingly
marvelous; unless and until it witnessed the most
hideously distorted form of living kind?
How would the insurmountably wealthy ever realize that
he was rich; unless and until they witnessed the
beggar incessantly begging on the impoverished
streets?

How would the literate ever realize that they were
commendably knowledgeable; unless and until they
witnessed the slave signing his most cherished
document of freedom; with his bohemian thumb?

How would palpable breath ever realize that it was
most indispensable trace of existence; unless and
until it witnessed the coffin not able to budge even a
diminutive iota; incarcerated boundless feet beneath
the surface of black mud?

And how would life ever realize that it was the most
Omnipotent of all virtues in this fathomless Universe;
unless and until it witnessed the seal of inevitably
gory death?







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»Human

 

I would hate it if you called me an Indian; tracing my
rudiments to an unfathomable myriad of customs and
aboriginal traditions,
I would hate it if you called me a Russian; linked
various stages of my life to stringent vodka; and
exhilarating games of chess,
I would hate it if you called me a Chinese; harboring
tiny pairs of eyes; and an intrinsic tendency in my
blood to feast on tantalizingly roasted sea food,
I would hate it if you called me an Englishman;
blurting countless sentences a day in bombastic slang;
blushing to more crimson than the scarlet rose; in
poignant alacrity of the stupendously cold winds,
I would hate it if you called me a turbaned Sikh;
disseminating oligarchic cigar smoke towards the azure
cosmos; brandishing my enemies with valiant strokes of
my scintillating sword,
I would hate it if you called me a staunch Muslim;
ferociously beating the drums in order to appease
Almighty Lord; sagaciously reading through the
Quran-e-Sharif; umpteenth number of times in the
sweltering day,
I would hate it if you called me a Christian;
profusely relishing port wine and robust lamb;
whispering with snobbish sonority; as the breeze tried
to swipe the majestic candles away,
I would hate it if you called me an Afghani; pampering
my royal beard to the fullest as the minutes unveiled;
glowing more fairer than the Sun at times; as the moon
bloomed full throttle in the resplendent sky,
I would hate it if you called me a Japanese; existing
in a world of earthquakes and technology; attired in
an oriental tycoon suit; and horn rimmed glasses
fitting snugly to the bridge of my nose,
I would hate it if you called me a Scotsman;
embellishing my dwelling with exotic ivory and
titillating cheese; frolicking in the Alps with my
boisterously ebullient kin,
I would hate it if you called me a German; towering
like a gentle giant above the ground without a boot on
my ingenious feet; riding in supreme exultation every
instant on the frontiers of spell binding innovation,
I would hate it if you called me a Hindu; chanting
century old hymns in front of the Omnipotent Lord;
entrenching my feeble wrists in a vivid festoon of
sacred thread,
I would hate it if you called me an African; dancing
in frenzied passion to the beats of the voluptuous
jungle; with a jugglery of Herculean muscle protruding
from beneath the layers of my magnificently sooty
skin,
I would hate it if you called me an Australian;
fantastically juggling bountiful discs towards the
sky; munching mesmerizing burgers; as the sands by the
sea metamorphosed to a perfect golden,
I would hate it if you called me a Burmese;
indigenously thumping the soil to appease the rain
Gods; swimming voraciously amidst the waves; to
capsize my share of fish,
I would hate it if you called me a Pakistani; marching
through the streets like a king in my robes of Persian
silk; enriching myself in a world of song and princely
poetry,
I would hate it if you called me a Buddhist; admiring
my tonsured scalp which shone more seductively than
the cascading waterfalls; incessantly gallivanting
through a tunnel of statues and monarchs,
And I would equally hate it if you called me or
compared me even a fraction with Almighty Lord;
possessing magical powers to transform threadbare mud
into glittering gold,

Instead I would be overwhelming honored; could slain
my
life this very instant for all of you out there; if
only you christened and embraced me; as a HUMAN…


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