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»You can kiss me; only If

 

You can kiss me on my voluptuously rubicund cheeks
all right; but only if your kiss had the power to
wonderfully transcend over every other conceivable
kiss drifting ominously towards my direction; for
times beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my seductively tantalizing nape all
right; but only if your kiss had the tenacity to
miraculously overpower every other conceivable kiss
drifting atrociously towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my rhapsodically vivacious hair all
right; but only if your kiss had the temerity to
supremely outshadow every other conceivable kiss
drifting egregiously towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my enthrallingly ebullient lips all
right; but only if your kiss had the charisma to
irrefutably nullify every other conceivable kiss
drifting vindictively towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my bountifully emollient palms all
right; but only if your kiss had the superiority to
timelessly conquer every other conceivable kiss
drifting baselessly towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my surreally royal forehead all
right; but only if your kiss had the magic to
unbelievably decimate every other conceivable kiss
drifting truculently towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my daintily embellished feet all
right; but only if your kiss had the magnetism to
insuperably supercede every other conceivable kiss
drifting salaciously towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my robustly titillating belly all
right; but only if your kiss had the caress to
astronomically triumph over every other conceivable
kiss drifting parasitically towards my direction; for
times beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my uncontrollably trembling skin
all right; but only if your kiss had the color to
wholesomely camouflage every other conceivable kiss
drifting beguilingly towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my enigmatically arcane palms all
right; but only if your kiss had the fortitude to
entirely sideline every other conceivable kiss
drifting hedonistically towards my direction; for
times beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my mellifluously dangling earlobes
all right; but only if your kiss had the ardor to
poignantly overrule every other conceivable kiss
drifting flagrantly towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my unfathomably scented fingers all
right; but only if your kiss had the righteousness to
unsurpassably defeat every other conceivable kiss
drifting hideously towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my mischievously cavorting shadow
all right; but only if your kiss had the intensity to
unnervingly destroy every other conceivable kiss
drifting raunchily towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my aristocratically iridescent
shoulders all right; but only if your kiss had the
compassion to circumscribe every other conceivable
kiss drifting bizarrely towards my direction; for
times beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my sensuously inebriating eyes all
right; but only if your kiss had the brilliance to
unprecedentedly blaze over every other conceivable
kiss drifting acrimoniously towards my direction; for
times beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my artistically sculptured chin all
right; but only if your kiss had the guts to
indomitably rule over every other conceivable kiss
drifting heinously towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

You can kiss me on my inimitably graceful spine all
right; but only if your kiss had the heavenliness to
eternally outclass every other conceivable kiss
drifting malevolently towards my direction; for times
beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

And you can kiss me on my immortally throbbing heart
all right; but only if your kiss had the kinsmanship
to forever subjugate and subdue every other
conceivable kiss drifting venomously towards my
direction; for times beyond an infinite more
lifetimes…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»You can never break our perpetual love

 

In order to break the scented flower; they crushed it indiscriminately
with
their large and bohemian feet,

In order to break the fortified edifice; they blasted it with
pugnacious
dynamite; to send it crumbling like a pack of silken cards towards the
obdurate ground,

In order to break the inflated balloon; they pricked it with a rusty
iron pin
to evacuate tones of stale air incarcerated inside,

In order to break the soft mountain of pudgy mud; they punched it hard
in the
midriff; with their callous hands,

In order to break through the computer; they invented ingenious ways
and means
to decipher its enigmatic password,

In order to break the solid log of dried timber wood; they used a
serrated
edged metallic saw; ruthlessly slicing through its body,

In order to break the slender candle of wax; they melted it in
crackling
flames; leaping rampantly from the kitchen fire,

In order to break long shards of pellucid glass; they smashed them
against
jagged rocks; sending them flying into infinitesimal splinters all
around,

In order to break a colossal pool of placid water; they viciously
struck the
same with corrugated twigs; engendering a plethora of waves to creep up
on the
surface,

In order to break stillness of air; they permeated it with strident
tunes of
discordant cacophony; emanating from the loudspeaker,
In order to break the conglomerate of satiny clouds; they marauded the
same
with poisonous pellets and sharp missiles,

In order to break the pointed thorn; they pulverized it to pulp; after
boiling
it in sizzling water,

In order to break triangular cubes of frozen ice; they kept them under
stringent light of the sun; and then waited for the inevitable
aftermath to
follow,

In order to break through the fool proof house; they adroitly
deactivated the
incredulous burglar alarm; stepped barefoot without making the
slightest of
sound into the house,

In order to break the lethal snake; they snapped apart its venomous
fangs;
rendering it as innocuous as a domicile rabbit,

In order to break the skull; they banged it tenaciously with a crude
bludgeon;
dismantling it into incommensurate halves,

In order to break bonded paper stuck with adhesive glue; they weakened
it
substantially by applying loads of slippery saliva,

In order to break intense concentration; they flooded veins in the body
with
gallons of inebriating alcohol,

In order to break an individuals moral; they incessantly castigated
him; made
a baseless mockery of his caricature,

And in order to break our 'PERPETUAL LOVE'; they tried their best
attempts
possible; however miserably floundered; as it was impossible to
accomplish the
same without taking our lives; and even if they did that; they would
yet be
unsuccessful; as we would definitely be reborn again; to love each
other more
intensely than we ever did before.







(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»You cant strangulate yourself and still lead life

 

You can't compress your fingers and still prolifically
write,

You can't clench your teeth and still gregariously
smile,

You can't sleep tight on the bed and still
boisterously run,

You can't stand in freezing snowflakes and still sweat
like a horse,

You can't stitch your lips and still loquaciously
speak,

You can't stuff cotton in your ears and still hear the
pin dropping on pure silk,

You can't squeeze your eyes and still witness the
mesmerizing sparrow shrugging rain drops from its
body,

You can't tie your hands and still swim against
turbulent waves of the choppy ocean,

You can't slit your stomach with a knife; and still
devour ravishing chunks of tangy butter,

You can't paint the mirror and still sight your
pellucid reflection,

You can't stand on Mount Everest and still view the
world as it is,

You can't consume titillating champagne and still
decipher mind boggling sums of arithmetic,

You can't wear cowdung coated shoes and still smell
like a supremely redolent rose,

You can't walk upside down and still shake hands
amicably with your girlfriend,

You can't walk on red-hot embers of coal and still
want your feet to develop extra soles,

You can't have shattered teeth ands till snap through
the obdurate shell of coconut in one snap,

You can't have a snow white beard extruding from your
cheeks and still proclaim that you were a teenager,

You can't yawn with your Jaws wide open and still
remain dry eyed,

You can't be an insane lunatic and still be able to
scrupulously recite each stanza from the Shakespeare,

You can't adorn a diamond ring on your finger and
still audaciously declare that you weren't engaged,

You can't get as pink as a radish and still say that
you didn’t blush the slightest,

You can't protrude out your tongue in anger and still
convey to the world that you were a revered saint,

You can't have dark circles under your lids and still
perceive yourself to be an innocuous kid,

You can't keep lying on the seashore and still feel in
the midst of tingling adventure,

You can't whip the slave left, right, center and still
believe that you had blessed him,

You can't act like a crazy clown and still envisage
yourself to be the greatest actor,

You can't stammer and still speak with articulate
proficiency on the mike,

You can't drive slow and still win the whirlwind speed
motor car race,

You can't be bare eyed and still stare unrelentingly
into the blazing fireball of sun,

You can't shout deafeningly and still blow a melodious
whistle,

You can't be afraid of a mosquito and still pledge to
leap into the unfathomably deep valley head on,

You can't eat Cadbury chocolates and still expect
smoke to diffuse ecstatically from your nostrils,

You can't drape your feet in spiked footwear and still
topple on the ground like nine pins,

You can't apply mud on your hair and still experience
the silken follicles shine,

You can't keep looking at the changing sun and still
tell the exact minute of the day,

You can't have a badly fractured hand and still expect
to challenge the mightiest wrestler,

You can't have red ants inside your trousers and still
sit unperturbed throughout the business meeting,
You can't have savage blood coated on your hands and
still divulge to the world that they were as
sacrosanct as God,

You can't be incarcerated behind bars of the prison
and still play hide-n-seek with your children in the
park,

You can't wear a flimsy night suit and still stand
without shivering on the frozen lake,

You can't have infinite blemishes of chicken pox and
still compare yourself with the shimmering pearl,

You can't be a mundane businessman and still have a
passionate penchant for poetic rhyme,

You can't be an imbecile beggar and still think of
sleeping all night on the golden couch,

You can't sit in front of the man eater leopard and
still recite tranquil rhymes from the holy scriptures,

You can't stick your tongue out and still say that
you're well mannered and extremely cultured,

You can't be a ghastly skeleton suspended from the
ceiling and still conquer the entire battle field in
war,

You can't wink flirtatiously at a girl and still
adroitly tell her that she was your sister,

You can't be rustic fisherman and still know the most
intricate of computer virus,

You can't spell death wrongly and still have an
ambition to die,

You can't simply hold the knife in your hands and
still profusely bleed,

You can't open your mouth a trifle lazily and still
expect thunderous tunes to blast through the frigid
atmosphere,

You can't wear a necklace of glistening diamonds and
still feel venomous snakes brutally strangulating your
neck,

You can't be a slime coated frog and still conceive
yourself to as the astonishingly beautiful crown
princess,

You can't eat foul sewage floating in the gutter and
still expect pearls to pop out each time you opened
your mouth,

You can't tear plain paper into infinite parts and
still flood its surface with unending lines of
literature,

You can't have lecherous fires blazing in your eyes
and still have empathy for the deprived,

You can't worry baselessly and still make people
around you wholeheartedly laugh,

You can't maliciously envy your counterparts and still
reach the top,

You can't drive a truck blindfolded and still be able
to reach the other end of the road safely,

You can't be sitting in one corner of the dark room
and still imagine yourself to be a complete man,

You can't develop nerve-wrecking stress and still have
blissful peace,


You can't apply effeminate lipstick on your lips and
still claim to be Tarzan inhabiting the wild,

You can't drench yourself wholesomely in the rain and
still catch blazing fires the very next instant,

You can't draw incongruous lines with your feet and
still visualize yourself as the greatest artist,

You can't brag like a donkey and still whisper to the
society that you were unselfishly polite,

You can't keep surging down into deep waters and still
view the pinnacle of the tower spiraling high towards
the sun,

You can't roll amidst heaps of glittering gold and
still cry hysterically that you were poor,

You can't walk in stark darkness and still sight your
shadow following you at close quarters,

You can't have black lizards slithering all over your
body and still remain as stoical as frozen ice,

You can't lick hard dirt and still find your tongue as
clear as the transparent mirror,

You can't run like a whirlwind volcano and still feel
your heart completely dormant in your chest,

You can't sway flirtatiously sighting every girl and
still convince your wife that she was the only entity
you revered,

You can't be oblivious to the first alphabet of
English language and still imbibe every word of the
colossal dictionary, ’

You can't live imprisoned behind the dingy brick wall
and still inhale gallons of blissful air,

You can't keep looking at your watch every minute and
still announce confidently that you weren't a trifle
anxious,

You can't emulate every action happening beside you
and still cognize yourself to be entirely independent,

You can't sit languidly in the air-craft to smoothly
glide up the hill and still bellow at the top of your
lungs that you clambered up all the treacherous slope
standing on your toes,

You can't deluge your mouth completely with water and
still want jewels to tumble out each time you spoke,

You can't have thorns adhered to all parts of your
body and still feel yourself heavily soaked in spongy
jelly,

You can't be a satanic barbarian chopping raw flesh
and still imagine yourself to have created new life,

You can't bathe in a river of sweet honey and still
want the bees to shirk away the instant they sighted
you,

You can't lie breathless in the stone clad coffin and
still come out bouncing radiantly alive,

You can't have a reserved heart wandering
materialistically and still fall madly in love,

And You cant strangulate your emotions; grope
uncertainly in a land of cowardice and still lead
life…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»You could yet make him happy

 

God simply didn’t need anything; as his Omnipotent
aura towered gloriously over every quarter; of this
boundlessly mesmerizing Universe,
You could yet make him happy; by uninhibitedly
embracing his organisms in inexplicably traumatic
pain; nourishing them in your compassionately
philanthropic swirl…..

God simply didn’t need anything; as his unconquerably
bountiful majesty; unrelentingly ruled even the most
infinitesimal of space on this; blissfully endowing
planet,
You could yet make him happy; by gregariously
nourishing his underprivileged children with your own
blood; never letting them feel that they were
disastrously orphaned on this gigantic globe and all
alone….

God simply didn’t need anything; as his overpoweringly
unassailable scent; ingratiatingly perpetuated through
even the most obsoletely remote corner of this;
fathomless earth,
You could yet make him happy; by being a benign
harbinger of all humanity irrespective of caste; creed
and spurious religion alike; altruistically harnessing
his maimed destitute; with your very own breath….

God simply didn’t need anything; as his everlastingly
Omniscient radiance; profoundly illuminated even the
most remorsefully darkened arenas on the trajectory of
this world,
You could yet make him happy; by patriotically blazing
ahead for your sacrosanct motherland; ubiquitously
disseminating the mantra of perennial righteousness;
to all those disdainfully withering in the web of;
ghastly lies…..

God simply didn’t need anything; as his marvelously
Omnipresent radiance; timelessly enlightened every
cranny of this gigantically enchanting earth; whether
it be gruesomely debilitating night or the brilliantly
sweltering day,
You could yet make him happy; by wholeheartedly
diffusing the humble ideals of priceless existence; to
all his tyrannized molecules; groping in despondently
ungainly wilderness……

God simply didn’t need anything; as his invincibly
supreme silhouette; irrefutably overshadowed the
coagulated power on this Herculean Universe; like the
sky handsomely overshadows the diminutive flies,
You could yet make him happy; by indefatigably
patronizing the religion of mankind to the most
boundless parts of this spell binding Universe; and
till the time you breathed your last breath….

God simply didn’t need anything; as his resplendently
Omnipotent form; perpetually ensured that the chapter
of holistic life; astoundingly proliferated on this
earth for times immemorial,
You could yet make him happy; by selflessly lending
your shoulder to all those agonizingly blind;
transport them to the aisles of unshakable safety; and
thereby igniting a smile back; in their impoverished
lives…..

God simply didn’t need anything; as his fabulously
impregnable contours blissfully marked the commencing
of every new era; his ever bestowing palms were the
very reason that countless living were still alive,
You could yet make him happy; by eternally uniting
with all his tumultuously bereaved tribes; celestially
maneuvering them towards the corridors of unflinching
success; wrapped forever in the waves of
incomprehensible solidarity…..

God simply didn’t need anything; as his immortally
undefeated persona relentlessly ensured; that
unsurpassable new replaced every inevitably dying and
dithering life,
You could yet make him happy; by compassionately
liberating the chords of your gorgeously throbbing
heart; to shower upon all his miserably unfortunate
children; the torrentially unending cloudshowers of
love; love and only unbiased love…..

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»You couldnt buy

 

YOU COULD PURCHASE a pair of teeth; but you couldn’t buy their
scintillating
shine,

You could purchase a handsome tiger; but you couldn’t buy his thunderous
growl,

You could purchase a glamorous rose; but you couldn’t buy its
mesmerizing
redolence,

You could purchase the entire valley; but you couldn’t buy its
unfathomable
depth,

You could purchase a mammoth slab of ice; but you couldn’t buy its
frozen
coolness,

You could purchase sprawling territories of sand; but you couldn’t buy
their
sweltering heat,

You could purchase a cluster of opalescent striped nightingales; but
you
couldn’t buy their enchanting voice,

You could purchase boundless meadows of grass; but you couldn’t buy the
coat
of
dew drops glistening on their surface,

You could purchase the sapphire blue dolphin; but you couldn’t buy its
rollicking leap,

You could purchase dexterously sculptured paintings; but you couldn’t
buy the
artists mind,

You could purchase the colossal lake; but you couldn’t buy the fish
proliferating inside; every unleashing second,

You could purchase a pair of eyes from the eye bank; but you couldn’t buy
their
emphatic rays,

You could purchase knotted fingers; but you couldn’t buy the things they
wrote,

You could purchase a sparkling jewel; but you couldn’t buy the impact
that it
had on your destiny,

You could purchase a swanky car; but you couldn’t buy the speeds at
which it
traversed,

You could purchase a slave; but you couldn’t buy the uninhibited freedom
of
his
thoughts,
You could purchase a woman; but you couldn’t buy the love residing deep
in her
conscience,

You could purchase an idol of God; but you couldn’t buy the omnipotent
power
it
was capable of executing,

And you could purchase a heart; but you simply couldn’t buy its
violently
palpitating beats; the overwhelming tenacity it had to grant new
life...


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»You die; I die

 

You sleep; I sleep; as we replenished our dreary
bodies with astoundingly rejuvenating sleep;
harmoniously together,

You eat; I eat; as we consumed ravishing food to
magnificently appease the tumultuous pangs of hunger
in our famished stomachs; symbiotically together,

You paint; I paint; as we sketched the marvelous glory
of this mesmerizing planet on the canvas of our
impeccable souls; perpetually together,

You dance; I dance; as we gyrated our persona
uninhibitedly under the resplendently milky moonlight;
ecstatically swaying to the beats of the seductive
night; eternally together,

You smile; I smile; as we rhapsodically rejoiced each
moment bequeathed upon us by the Almighty Lord;
romantically together,

You adventure; I adventure; as we embarked on the most
enthusiastically daunting expeditions of our life;
embellishing ourselves with all tranquil treasures of
Mother Nature; amicably together,

You shout; I shout; as we sporadically lost our
impeccable equilibrium to the fallacies of the human
mind; fought on trivial little things only to find
ourselves deeper in love; boisterously together,

You cry; I cry; as we commiserated with each other’s
agonies; tenaciously confronted each sorrow with our
palms intermingled in a fortress of solidarity;
understandingly together,

You lose; I lose; as we momentarily camouflaged our
heads in the cistern of shame; after valiantly
endeavoring our best to conquer our goals;
synergistically together,

You win; I win; as we saluted the deity of Omnipresent
Lord in fathomless sky; kissed the soil on ground for
being our intransigent inspiration; patriotically
together,

You flirt; I flirt; as we surreptitiously philandered
in the meadows of insatiably untamed desire for times
immemorial; mischievously winking as the Sun set
behind the horizons; ebulliently together,

You gallop; I gallop; as we gushed forward to embrace
the winds of intrepid intrigue; mystically unwind
ourselves to discover an entrenchment of perpetually
flowering beauty; euphorically together,

You sing; I sing; as we melodiously unfurled the
chords of our throat to pacify all bereaved humanity
and kin; philanthropically together,

You fantasize; I fantasize; as we dreamt of infinite
vibrantly optimistic tomorrows and blissfully fragrant
civilizations; benevolently together,

You bleed; I bleed; as we trespassed on the inevitable
thorns of inexplicably inscrutable life; unflinchingly
together,

You speak; I speak; as we emanated the most
impregnably glittering voice of humanity alongwith our
patriotic comrades; perennially together,

You fret; I fret; as we painstakingly crawled through
all those lugubriously empty and nonchalant moments of
existence; unassailably together,

You hear; I hear; as we unfurled the closed wall of
our ears to discern every sound in the spellbindingly
titillating atmosphere; congenially together,

You falter; I falter; as we ludicrously stumbled every
now and then upon obdurately cold ground; majestically
portraying that we were none other than just humans;
gorgeously together,

You sweat; I sweat; as we unrelentingly persevered
under the austerely golden rays of the midday Sun;
harvesting the fruits of our timeless endurance;
gregariously together,

You freeze; I freeze; as we uncontrollably shivered
under the truculently tyrannical fury of brutal
maelstroms and snow; fervently waiting for the squall
to subside; compassionately together,

You joke; I joke; as we triggered unequivocal streams
of laughter in all those bereft of a mission and
insurmountably gloomy in priceless life; bountifully
together,

You breathe; I breathe; as we inhaled and exhaled
unfathomable carpets of air; pledged in front of the
Almighty Creator to exist for an infinite more
lifetimes to yet unveil; invincibly together,

You love; I love; as we passionately explored every
nimbly nubile arena of our countenance’s; radiated the
unconquerable essence of timelessly existing as a
single spirit; celestially together,

And most importantly; You die; I die; as we
relinquished our breaths at the very first command
from the divine; Omnisciently reminiscing all those
sparkling memories when we had lived beautifully
entwined with one another; immortally together….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»You just fall in love

 

There was no age stringently defined to fall in its
heavenly swirl; embrace its cistern of majestic
enchantment for centuries unprecedented,

There was no time irrevocably defined to experience
its exuberant timelessness; catapult to the ultimate
summit of its gloriously enthralling victory,

There was no color intransigently defined to entice
its stupendous aroma; possess its magically augmenting
wave of sensuousness; for as long as earth was
destined to exist,

There was no moment intractably defined to savor its
glorious titillation; exotically be the most integral
element of its ravishingly tantalizing stride,

There was no mantra incorrigibly defined to
incarcerate its compassionate caress; preserve its
incredulously immaculate touch close to your soul; for
infinite more births yet to unveil,

There was no religion conventionally defined to bond
with its ubiquitous essence; relentlessly bathe in its
marvelously voluptuous pool of ebullient belonging,

There was no trail irrefutably defined to chase its
magnificently silken charm; be its ecumenically
gorgeous cascade of spell binding prosperity,

There was no entrenchment precisely defined to conquer
its spirit of everlasting seduction; wholeheartedly
embrace its kaleidoscope of boundlessly ingratiating
color,

There was no price inexorably defined to purchase its
romantic incantation; be incessantly spell bound by
its spell of redolently dancing vivaciousness,

There was no boundary austerely defined to achieve its
scintillatingly handsome peak; bask in the
unbelievably majestic scent of its optimistically
healing breath,

There was no voice inclemently defined to impress its
impeccably frolicking embodiment; unassailably
imprison its holistically sacrosanct beauty; in the
center of your impoverished chest,

There was no direction monotonously defined to follow
its mystically unconquerable splendor; be the most
ultimate slave of its celestially resplendent shadow,

There was no dimension dogmatically defined to measure
its fathomless ardor; beautifully enshroud every
element of your penuriously dwindling existence; with
its royal beads of profuse togetherness,

There was no power concisely defined to snatch its
Omnipotent crown; be the sole jewel of its profound
fervor to regally lead life; to bounce exuberantly in
placating paradise,

There was no portrait irretrievably defined to
highlight its exquisite treasury of amiable symbiosis;
poignantly divulge its astronomically endless
goodness; to the entire Universe traumatically
crippled outside,

There was no blood meticulously defined to belong to
its Godly countenance; melange with its stream of
ubiquitously glistening humanity; for unsurpassable
more decades yet to come,

There was no breath punitively defined to inhale its
panoramically eclectic contours; exclusively relish
its astoundingly princely tale of unending
exhilaration,


There was no heart specifically defined to posses its
marvelously Omnipresent beats; be the only one to
eternally dance to its tunes of melodiously blessing
mankind,

And there was no preparation specifically defined to
execute its lovely rhythm; as you just inadvertently
stumble into its immortal light of goodness; you just
unknowingly accept it at some stage of life as the
greatest elixir for survival; YOU JUST FALL IN LOVE….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»You dont need to teach

 

You don’t need to teach the voluptuous blanket of
clouds; to torrentially rain,

You don’t need to teach the seductively alluring rose;
to disseminate its scent ubiquitously across the
fathomless Universe,

You don’t need to teach the desert sands; to be
blistering hot; indefatigably throughout their life,

You don’t need to teach the oceans to handsomely
swirl; undulate charismatically as each instant
unfurled,

You don’t need to teach the slithering bodied snake;
to ominously inundate the atmosphere with its flurry
of volatile hisses,

You don’t need to teach the spider to spin its web;
weave of silken sheath of astounding wonder; within
lightening seconds of time,

You don’t need to teach the Sun to poignantly blaze;
deluge every cranny of this famished planet; with
exuberant energy and Omnipotent shine,

You don’t need to teach the frogs to croak; bounce in
ebullient euphoria through mesmerizing puddles of
rain,

You don’t need to teach the resplendently alluring
Moon; to blossom into pearly rays of enchantingly
milky shine,

You don’t need to teach the menacingly gleaming
crocodiles; to pulverize their prey into countless
pieces of delicious chowder,

You don’t need to teach the bird to handsomely fly;
soar like a majestic prince amidst the silken carpet
of clouds; for times immemorial,

You don’t need to teach the lids to flirtatiously
wink; pop down in subtle insinuations to philander and
romance,

You don’t need to teach the winds to drift; casting
their exotic spell and unprecedented melody; upon each
organism that they encountered in their way,

You don’t need to teach the conscience to be
irrefutably righteous; stringently annihilate; even
the most minuscule traces of the lecherously bad,

You don’t need to teach the fish to magnificently
swim; stay with astounding equanimity and stupendous
poise; even in the heart of rampantly deep sea,

You don’t need to teach seeds to sprout into gigantic
trees; incredulously proliferate the gifts of nature;
to perennially continue the chapter of tangible
existence,

You don’t need to teach avalanches of ice to
tantalizingly melt; diffuse into a stream of ravishing
water and supreme contentment,

You don’t need to teach truth to emerge as the
ultimate winner; uniting one and all alike on this
planet; in the bond of philanthropic peace and love,

You don’t need to teach a new born child to cry;
enlighten every bit of gloomily dreary manipulation in
the air; with its wonderfully rhapsodic voice,

And you don’t need to teach the heart to immortally
love; dedicate each of its beats to the entity it
loved; in each birth that it got a chance to throb
once again…


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»You lived in my heart

 

You lived in my intricate eyes when I saw the world; taught me to
discerningly
distinguish between the good and evil,

You lived in my ears when I listened to sound; made me stringently
aware of
the most minuscule of voice in proximity,

You lived in my feet when I traversed the parched earth; making sure
that my
toes remained reinvigorated at all times,

You lived in my fingers when I wrote literature; making me chisel sheer
magic
out of nondescript words,

You lived in my stomach when I swallowed food; assisting me to
scrupulously
digest the same,

You lived in my nails when I scratched the wall; imparting me with the
tenacity to peel off the pallid paint,

You lived in my tongue when I spoke; blessing me with the tact of
producing a
melodious noise,

You lived in my nostrils when I breathed air; seeing to it that the
purest
part of it entered the jacket of my lungs,

You lived in my veins when they pumped crimson blood; ensuring that it
flowed
rambunctiously all throughout the day,

You lived in my throat when I gulped cool water; facilitating it to
smoothly
cascade down my neck,

You lived in my luscious lips when I smiled; making it appear
profoundly
incarcerating in front of the audience,

You lived in my slender bones as I grew; impregnating them with tones
of
calcium; making me audaciously confront the most bizarre of situation,

You lived in my armory of teeth when I masticated my meals; making sure
that I
crushed each obdurate morsel into silken chowder,

You lived in my mind when I tried to contemplate; providing me with the
most
adept solution to my baffling enigma,

You lived in my scalp every time I felt like caressing it;
incorporating the
follicles of my hair with resplendent shine,

You lived in the wildest of my fantasies; the most weirdest of my
dreams;
making it wholesomely sure that they didn’t cause me any harm,

You lived in the lines embossed on the back of my palm; chalking my
destiny to
be as bright as possible,

You lived in my sweat as it dribbled down my cheeks; inundating it with
a
perennial shine,

You lived in my scent as the day unveiled itself into shivering night;
embedding my persona with an everlasting essence,

And most importantly you lived in my heart invincibly imprisoned; as it
had
absolutely no vacancy for any other entity to exist.



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»You just perpetually continue

 

Victory or Defeat are merely and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to fearlessly march forward; on the path of eternally spell-binding righteousness,

Victory or Defeat are inconspicuous and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue in your mission to metamorphose every bit of arid stagnation on this planet; into a valley of enchantingly fructifying green,

Victory or Defeat are immaterial and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to disseminate the essence of insuperably redolent peace; on every conceivable path you dared tread,

Victory or Defeat are insouciant and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to tirelessly sermonize the mantras of unassailably pristine humanity; to every tangible cranny of the planet and even beyond,

Victory or Defeat are infinitesimal and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to embrace organisms of every caste; creed; color; religion and tribe; as compassionately as one of your invincible kin,

Victory or Defeat are inconsequential and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to behead even the most non-existent trace of the vituperative devil; with your sword of unconquerable truth,

Victory or Defeat are fugitive and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to reign supreme as the ultimate harbinger of blissfully peerless humanity,

Victory or Defeat are ephemeral and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to soar high and handsome in the skies of heavenly fantasy with each of your holistically breathing mates; and with lord as your ultimate savior,

Victory or Defeat are unimportant and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to unabashedly continue the chapters of venerated proliferation; using every ounce of indomitable virility trapped in your royal stride,

Victory or Defeat are transient and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to sleep in the lap of your Omnipotent mother; although the entire Universe outside spat and indefatigably ridiculed at your childish hide,

Victory or Defeat are inveterate and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to evolve into a fountain of everlastingly synergistic goodness; although all that showered around you was nothing else but the truculently victimizing devil’s rain,

Victory or Defeat are penurious and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to optimistically enliven even the most infidel iota of brutally ignominious monotony; with your philanthropic smiles,

Victory or Defeat are preposterous and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to be the triumphantly guiding beacon; for every drearily lambasted traveler; in the throes of the ghastly midnight,

Victory or Defeat are secondary and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to bring an unflinchingly blazing renaissance in every perversely subjugated sphere of life; timelessly ensuring that every echelon of living kind; forever and ever and ever liberated into the gloriously free skies,

Victory or Defeat are intermittent and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to be the sole magician in every haplessly devastated orphans soul and ecstatically ameliorating his disastrously empty life,

Victory or Defeat are feckless and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to altruistically render even the most oblivious cranny of your mind; body and soul; to the unshakable service of your celestially blessed motherland,

Victory or Defeat are evaporating and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to become the sight of all those who were hopelessly blind; undyingly drifting them towards a freshly blazing sun of hope,

Victory or Defeat are absconding and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to sow the seeds of divinely truth; on every vindictively barren patch of soil on this fathomless planet,

Victory or Defeat are inexplicable and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to garland the ideals of simplicity; and make them an integral element of your conscience; breath; soul and life,

Victory or Defeat are ethereal and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to fight for the cause of egalitarian justice; with bounteous non-violence as the only weapon of your nimbly prostrating shadow,




And Victory or Defeat are evanescent and only two sides of the coin; you just perpetually continue to immortally throb for the winds of selfless love; and thereby let each impregnable beat of your heart; forever bond with every bit of panoramic goodness on this unshakably captivating earth….

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