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»I failed

 

Without you; I was no doubt able to hold the bouquet
of redolently mesmerizing flowers in my palms;
capsizing them forcefully with my tiny fists,
But try as hard as I could; I miserably failed; every
time I probed to smell; even an inconspicuous iota of
their wonderfully enchanting and exotically tingling
essence….

Without you; I was no doubt able to uplift my
diminutively impoverished body from cold ground;
formidably ensuring the grip of my soles with loose
chunks of orphaned soil,
But try as hard as I could; I pathetically failed;
every time I attempted to walk; collapsing worse than
a pack of soggy cards to lick dust; even before I
could alight an infinitesimal bit of foot….

Without you; I was no doubt able to put food in the
interiors of my miserably slavering mouth; vehemently
pushing it from all sides,
But try as hard as I could; I indefatigably failed;
every time I endeavored to swallow; vomiting every
morsel with ignominious castigation out of my belly;
even before it could venture a lackadaisical trifle
down my famished throat…

Without you; I was no doubt able to witness the
passionately singing nightingale; using the most
contemporarily robotic contraptions to keep my eyes
wide open,
But try as hard as I could; I ludicrously failed;
every time I insatiably craved to hear; with all
rhapsody metamorphosing into dumb nothingness;
fathomless kilometers before it reached my ears….

Without you; I was no doubt able to sleep; inundating
my withering bloodstream; with an unsurpassable
battalion of profusely sedating drugs,
But try as hard as I could; I penuriously failed;
every time I maneuvered my mind to fantasize; with
each dream of mine transiting into nightmares more
diabolical than what hell could be; stabbing me to a
ghastly absolution….

Without you; I was no doubt able to march amidst
overwhelmingly bustling crowds; trudging my
insidiously lackluster countenance past them at snails
pace,
But try as hard as I could; I irrevocably failed;
every time I wanted to discerningly acknowledge; with
the planet outside seeming a devastatingly crippled
blur; eventually disappearing into the aisles of
obsolete nothingness….

Without you; I was no doubt able to witness glorious
sunlight shimmering on my dreary skin; as I lay curled
like an aimless serpent; waiting to be treacherously
squelched by all mankind,
But try as hard as I could; I immutably failed; every
time I desired to enjoy the sensuous warmth; shivering
in devastated submission; although it was now well
past mid-afternoon….

Without you; I was no doubt able to lackadaisically
breathe; with an unsurpassable battalion of
conventional equipment pricking each of my bleary
nerve; a hostile fleet of antiseptic needle finding
their way in; well beneath my ridiculously shriveled
veins,
But try as hard as I could; I embarrassingly failed;
every time I wanted to exuberantly soar; with the
brilliantly shimmering world outside; transforming for
me into a black wall; of despicably barbaric
worthlessness….

And without you O! Beloved; I was no doubt pulsating
with fragile heartbeats; taking fathomless gallons of
air in my hopelessly punctured lungs; enshrouded with
a boundless army of life support systems from all
sides,
But try as hard as I could; I irrefutably failed;
every time I wanted to love and live; embedding my
entire visage deeper and deeper beneath my gory grave;
with each unveiling instant of my artificially vibrant
life….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I felt good

 

I felt good while swimming in choppy waves of the
tidal sea,
diving underwater to have subtle glimpses of the
aquatic fish.

i felt good gnawing at the rudimentary apple
protruding from the tall tree,
ripping apart succulent chunks of the fruit with
boisterous fervor.

i felt good plucking dead grass from nimble soil of
earth,
tickling my ear with a blend of humid mud and spongy
tufts of grass.

i felt good when i drank pure extracts of violet grape
vine,
slept like a demon relinquishing the agonies of
routine life.

i felt good when i stared at the enchanting demeanour
of the sky,
spent all night counting innumerable numbers of
resplendent stars.

i felt good when marooned without aid on an desolate
island,
leading life in solitary calm, catching small fish with
thorny sticks of wild
bush.

i felt good when i perceived my childhood in
transparent fossils,
visualizing myself clinging tightly to the plump
silhouette of my mother.

i felt good when clambering steep slopes of the
mountain,
pilfering the loose soil with large treads of my
rustic feet.

i felt good when sprinkled with bountiful amounts of
lotus spray,
rolled on stone cold arenas of floor with my body clad
in royal silk garment.

i felt good when whistling indigenous tunes
sitting on my mud house
roof,
coating barren walls of my dwelling with cakes of
cowdung plaster.

i felt good working with scrupulous care; perspiring in
the fuming sun,
being thoroughly applauded for the onerous tasks i had
accomplished.

i felt good in close proximity of her tender arms,
her Luke warm breath drifting down my nape,
the mystical spell of her love embracing me in a vice
like grip forever.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I felt the most immortal woman

 

I felt the most wonderfully ameliorated woman on this fathomless Universe; when you poignantly sketched even the most infinitesimal contour of my sensuously impoverished form,

I felt the most unbelievably liberated woman on this boundless Universe; when you flirtatiously chased me till times beyond infinite infinity; behind those voluptuously rain soaked hills,

I felt the most unassailably virile woman on this indefatigable Universe; when you passionately interlocked every pore of your naked flesh with mine; tantalizingly stroking your masculine fingers through every crevice of my nubile spine,

I felt the most fearlessly intrepid woman on this endless Universe; when you timelessly stared into the whites of my eye; exploring and magically deciphering its never-ending mysteries and astounding depth,

I felt the most eclectically endowed woman on this resplendent Universe; when you whispered a tale of inscrutable desire into my ears; gently nibbling at their lobes as the Sun slowly sunk behind the enchantingly evanescent horizons,

I felt the most impregnably honored woman on this inexhaustible Universe; when you unceasingly called my name infront of the entire planet; without the tiniest of embarrassment or uncanny fear in your profoundly muscled chest,

I felt the most jubilantly fructifying woman on this boundless Universe; when you sowed the seed of your friendship; deep into the most innermost crannies of my crimson blood and veins,

I felt the most inimitably undefeated woman on this triumphant Universe; when you unflinchingly stood by my diminutive side; in my times of inexplicably asphyxiating duress and celestial felicity; alike,

I felt the most pricelessly perennial woman on this ever-pervading Universe; when you compassionately coalesced even the most mercurial line on your palms; with the innumerable permutations and combinations of destiny on my laconic hands,

I felt the most euphorically learned woman on this everlasting Universe; when you unabashedly embossed your signature of humanitarian goodness upon both my breasts; unafraid of even the most diabolical of consequence to unfurl,

I felt the most incredulously serenaded woman on this bountiful Universe; when you timelessly conserved even the most infinitesimal droplet of my sweat; in the center of your reflection even in the most hedonistic of mayhem and maelstroms,

I felt the most victoriously accomplished woman on this limitless Universe; when you blessed me with your unconquerably divinely child; fertilizing me with your undying manhood for times and centuries immemorial,

I felt the most ubiquitously worshipped woman on this unsurpassable Universe; when you discovered the most replenishing sleep of your life on the soles of my Spartan feet; wholesomely oblivious to even the most lucratively magnetizing vagaries of this treacherously robotic planet,

I felt the most astoundingly fragrant woman on this gargantuan Universe; when you tirelessly blended every of your fierily unbridled breath with mine; at the most ethereal insinuation of Sunrise and seductive nightfall,

I felt the most unlimitedly possessed woman on this spell-binding Universe; when you placed me as the most supreme throne in even the most obfuscated of your fantasy; overruling even the most uncontrollably obsessive desire of your body,

I felt the most ecstatically imaginative woman on this panoramic Universe; when you inundated even the most transient portions of my mind; body and soul; with the unconquerably optimistic kisses of tomorrow,

I felt the most opulently inebriated woman on this proliferating Universe; when you unstoppably traced the hapless barrenness of my skin; with your magically velvety tongue,

I felt the most inevitably surrendered woman on this spell-binding Universe; when you impregnably clasped me in your fervent arms; the very first time we proposed each other; to be insuperably bonded for an infinite more lifetimes,

And I felt the most blessedly immortal woman on this miraculous Universe; when you loved me more than you could love any other woman on this interminable earth; granting me not only the status of your beloved wife; but every breath that you undefeatedly inhaled in the tenure of your truncated life…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I finally won

 

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my beloved; as she’d cunningly use all my divulged secrets to vituperatively lambaste me in near future—and for the current moment call me none else but an incoherent cry-baby,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my daughter; as she was too diminutive and small to understand my torrentially inexplicable agonies—and the instant I wailed a trifle more than necessary; she’d definitely seek solace and turn to her unfettered teddy-bears; clay moulds and soft toys,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my sister; as she was too busy sculpting her very own career; standing solitary on the cross-roads of choosing between the conventional society and leading the life of uncanny uniqueness,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my cousins; as they unstoppably ridiculed every form of impoverishment on this planet-and words like ‘heart’ simply didn’t exist within the dictionaries of their abominably jet-speed practicality,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my maternal/paternal uncle’s and aunts; as each of them had already their share of sorrows; children and hysteria to counter-and had hides thicker than the dinosaur to even countless oceans of sensitivities and tears,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with the uninhibitedly blowing wind; for fear that it’d unwittingly carry my voice to those satanic parasites of humanity out there; fervently waiting to pounce upon the severely infirm and distraught,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my neighbors; as the entire bunch of them were prolific gossip-mongers-who viciously disseminated even the most undigested morsel of food in their stomachs; within seconds to the farthest quarter of the Universe,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my grandfather; as he still existed in those stringently unbearable old-fashioned concepts of his time-and for whom every form of enchanting artistry eventually dissolved into fecklessly languid wind,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my grandmother; as she was the ultimate icon of practicality— a headmistress who measured and equated everything on this earth in the terms of its respective ‘degree’ or ‘certification’ or ‘commerciality’,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my friends; as they were all like the insipidly transient shades of the chameleon; incorrigibly sticking to me when I was perched on the throne of gold—and deserting me with more heartless disdain the instant I traversed naked on the clamorous streets,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my employer; as all he equated everything on this globe was in terms of the currency coin; ruthlessly trampling over every other trace of an emotion-with his over-sized boots of dreadful manipulation,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my patrons; as the instant they came to know of anything else other than my inimitably priceless talents—they’d instantaneously curb every ounce of sponsorship and invaluable help that came my way,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my fans; as all they insatiably desired to see of me was astounding ‘uniqueness’ one after another at its unparalleled best-and would only spit and squat at me if I was the slightest defeated,
I couldn’t ever share my heart with the walls of my dwelling; as it’d only mean worthlessly beating my skull against virtual nothingness; when I needed a comforting palm to compassionately heal and caress each of my raw wounds,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my teachers; as they’d only sermonize me to study and study all the more harder; in order to overlook and wholesomely forget everything else that was a bothersome thorn in my life,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my doctors; as they’d only prescribe an unending flurry of obnoxious drugs to temporarily mollify my turbulence; secretly wishing that my condition only exacerbated with the best of medication—so that their shop perpetually runs,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my father; as call it ‘running the family’ or ‘the bedazzlement of the corporate world to reach the top’—he would never comprehend the extreme sensitivity of my blood; in his set rules and rigmarole of monotonously routine life,

I couldn’t ever share my heart with my mother; as although she’d given me birth-she hadn’t the courage to witness and handle my bizarre pain and sorrow—also was perennially blinded by the magnitude; principles and 24 X 7 work of my father,







And I still and inspite of all this; desperately wanted to get it out of my heart at any cost on this earth-that’s when I locked myself in my air-tight chamber; took out the photo of my God from my pocket-inexhaustibly blurted out everything trapped in my soul; heart and conscience and inconsolably cried--and this time whether the world liked it or not; I finally WON….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I had, I dreamt, I made

 

I had hands roughened with passage of time,
calcium nail coat with irregular indentation,
supple skin with pores of youthful endeavor,
fresh dark lines on palm, ruddy in complexion.
{1}

i dreamt of luxury cars with Dunlop seat,
spacious rooms with filtering sunlight,
appetizing food served in silver,
arrays of crystal adorning ceramic polished wall,
pure ivory cutglass made from elephant tusk,
Persian satin cloth draping my bare flesh,
ice cold water for euphoric summer swim.
{2}

i sliced tree bark with butcher knife,
collected grey stone sprinkled with ash,
blended sticky clay with pitchers of water,
rolled spiked wire to form a fence,
crushed marble chips, sparkling granite, to flat tiles,
dug deep wells for extracting pure ground water,
clipped cable wires for transmitting current,
set the hands of gold watch at my favorite nine,
snatched all finance from blood sucking population,
built a two story house with red baked brick.
{3}


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I hate crime

 

I HATED IT; like a dog wandering on the street detests to be lambasted,

I hated it; like thunder clouds in sky which simply refrain to rain,

I hated it; like the seasonal stream of water which protests vehemently against drying,

I hated it; like a sacrosanct priest in the church who intractably rejects worldly pleasures,

I hated it; like the unscrupulous burglar in the street despises to be apprehended,

I hated it; like walls of the palatial mansion severely repulsed ghastly darkness,

I hated it; like the palpable and intricate heart rebukes the closure of breath,

I hated it; like the sensitive tongue in mouth hates to be mercilessly scalded,

I hated it; like silver sands of the ocean thoroughly despise acerbic rays of brilliant sun,

I hated it; like the aircraft soaring high in puffs of clouds hates to collide with the ground,

I hated it; like fresh fruits dangling from tree branches hated to become rotten,

I hated it; like the synchronized demeanor of computer hated a host of virus,
I hated it; like the gleaming surface of immaculate marble hates yellow stain,

I hated it; like an innocuous child abhorrently detests to be scolded,

I hated it; like the motorized lift in the edifice hated to close brusquely midway,

I hated it; like the scintillating edge of sword hated to acquire rust,

I hated it; like the grandiloquent ship sailing on the sea hated to sink,

I hated it; like the people with perfect sight hated to transit to blind,

I hated it; like the silken spider in its web hates to loose balance and fall,

I hated it; like the innocent hate to be tyrannized and brutally mutilated,

I hated it; like compact cubes of solid ice hated to melt,

I hated it; as much as the marathon champion hated to loose the race,

I hated it; as much as a cluster of fortified teeth in the mouth hated to painstakingly decay,

I hated it; as much as I hated to relinquish indispensable breath and die,

Oh! Yes the thing that I hated has been hated profoundly since centuries unprecedented; by all those having a philanthropic spirit to live,

And now I think is the conducive moment to audaciously reveal; that the thing I hated the most was indiscriminate crime..

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I hate the high society

 

High society was pompously spurious; blowing
pricelessly precious moments of sacrosanct life; in
wisps of obnoxiously sleazy cigar smoke,

High society was abhorrently malicious; invidiously
castigating its own counterpart behind their back;
while garnering a sanctimonious smile in front of the
same,

High society was inconspicuously threadbare; harboring
diabolically ominous tendencies for the miserably
oppressed; evolving castles of rotting currency on
their poignantly scarlet blood,

High society was spuriously ostentatious; diffusing
the entire tenure of their claustrophobic life; in
dungeons of hideously ungainly manipulation,

High society was brutally tyrannical; indiscriminately
lambasting the diminutively innocent; to baselessly
inundate their venomous treasuries; with even the very
last iota of food in their impoverished stomachs,

High society was insanely ludicrous; unrelentingly
dictating the poor to polish their worthless shoes;
then wholeheartedly laughing their hearts out;
admiring their capriciously grotesque reflection in
the same,

High society was ghoulishly devilish; preposterously
drinking wine in the realms of their own cheaply
glittering chambers; while the immaculately blissful
commoner shivered uncontrollably; in the acridly
freezing maelstrom outside,

High society was ambiguously hypocrite; perennially
breaking hearts like frigid matchsticks; with their
devilishly unholy promise towards the chapter of
resplendent life,

High society was truculently unforgiving;
cold-bloodedly treating even the most inadvertently
committed of mistakes; with the vindictively gory heel
of their satanic shoe,

High society was abominably authoritative; salaciously
dictating their unfathomable graveyard of whims and
woes; upon the wonderfully ingratiating fabric of
eternal mankind,

High society was treacherously bombarding; demonically
marauding the symbiotically triumphant happiness of
every righteous household; with raunchily stinking
notes of indescribable corruption,

High society was surreptitiously precarious; giving
you the merciless slip towards the corpses of ultimate
death; when you thought you had secured an invincible
stranglehold on the fortress of bountiful life,

High society was heinously wasting; inviting their
snobbishly silken cats to eat in plates of
fathomlessly scintillating silver; while the
disastrously orphaned urchin was breathing his very
last outside,

High society was egregiously parasitic; barbarically
sucking rivers of blood to rejuvenate their
meaningless lives; when all what they actually needed
was just two droplets of holistic water,

High society was indefatigably fretting; agonizingly
complaining about God’s panoramically resplendent
creation; just because the Sun filtered an iota too
more through their murderously tinted glass,

High society was a ridiculously dead skeleton;
incessantly witnessing the Lord’s beautifully fragrant
creation through glasses of lecherously licentious
wine; and then collapsing into countless bits of
worthless chowder; as the wind increased its pace even
an inconspicuously exhilarating trifle,

High society was ruthlessly heartless; malevolently
betraying the souls of impregnably true lovers;
morbidly incarcerating them within jailhouses of
sanctimonious status; caste; creed and tribe,

High society was tumultuously penalizing; lunatically
violating God’s every divinely virtue; having the
wealth to purchase every confectionary with the
opulence in their pockets; yet remaining a sordid
failure in the pages of existence,

High society was a robotic tycoon; self-conceitedly
squelching the winds of voluptuously regale artistry
and breath; with inclemently mechanical behavioral
patterns; all throughout the day and enchanting night,

High society was a uxorious dog; uncontrollably
wagging its criminally slavering tongue; at even the
most fugitively ethereal insinuation of titillation
and extra wealth,

High society was parsimonious mosquito; nonsensically
disseminating its affluence on nubile vixen and
bawdiness; bereft of even the tiniest beat of
perpetual love in its insides,

High society was a hollow termite; horrifically
guzzling the threads of harmony; symbiotism; unity;
with its canines of torturously vengeful prejudice,

High society was an asphyxiating web; which tightened
the noose of its ill will more tautly upon you every
unfurling minute; derogatorily drowning the element of
sparkling truth in your persona; with its gutters of
inevitable lies,

High society was torturously imprisoning; crippling
the wings of your fascinatingly seductive freedom not
only for this; but for an infinite more lives,

High society was a boundless sea allright; but without
even the most mercurial trace of waves; compassion and
sensuously redolent togetherness,

High society was an ostracizing gallows; lividly
laughing at traumatizing sorrow around them; basking
in the glory of their falsely fiasco brawn and might,

High society was arrogantly deceitful; bending down
like a obeisant snail in front of lambasting
superpowers; whereas the Creator ruled every bit of
this endless Universe; ever since the moment it was
born,

High society was unreasonably questioning; wretchedly
molesting innocuous organisms; for ostensibly no fault
of theirs or their humbly humanitarian kind,

High society was an impudent stone; shattering not
only the truthful glasses; but the irrefutably
patriotic conscience of a synergistically common man,

High society was pretentiously civilized; behaving
like a astronomically nail polished angel on the
bustling streets; while ripping each other apart worse
than what wolves could execute; in the bloodstained
upholstery of their castle room,

High society was pugnaciously blinded; maniacally
overlooking even the most magnificently majestic
empathy around; in the monstrously debilitating shine
of incongruous coin,

And although it was unfortunate but true that I was
born amidst its integrally sodomizing cradle; I had;
am; and will always hate the high society till the end
of my time; and in every blessed life of mine….



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I inconsolably died

 

Buried under an unfathomable forest of diabolically
perpetuating thorns; I still managed to rise up like a
handsome prince; unfettered by the livid bruises
gorily fretting on every element of my persona,

Buried under an unsurpassable mountain of truculently
asphyxiating dust; I still managed to rise up like a
silken butterfly; not bothered even an infinitesimal
trifle about the obnoxiously adulterated mud which had
now become an integral part of my intestine,

Buried under an unrelenting corpse of macabre ghosts;
I still managed to rise up like a resplendently
blissful rainbow; blazing like triumphant dynamite
through the fathomless expanse of crystalline blue
sky,

Buried under a incomprehensibly preposterous dustbin
of ungainly shit; I still managed to rise up like a
mystically vibrant cloud; unperturbed by the
disdainfully slandering slime incorrigibly sticking to
my nubile skin,

Buried under a graveyard of coldbloodedly invidious
and stinking bones; I still managed to rise up like a
royally fragrant rose; disseminating the scent of
eternal righteousness to the most fathomless quarter
of this rhapsodically heavenly planet,

Buried under a pernicious jailhouse of venomously
abhorrent scorpions; I still managed to rise up like
an ingratiatingly panoramic cistern; astoundingly
pacifying even the most tumultuously aggrieved sorrow;
with the sounds of unparalleled optimism,

Buried under an insurmountably feckless cauldron of
prurient abuse; I still managed to rise up like a
majestically iridescent eagle; engendering an untamed
gorge of impregnable exuberance in even the most
mercurially fugitive cranny of this; timeless planet,

Buried under an intransigently crippling sea of
horrifically miserable blood; I still managed to rise
up like a bountifully eclectic whirlwind; harmoniously
enlightening incredulous shades of magnificently
articulate versatility; in the lives of all those
lunatically shattered,

Buried under an indescribably malignant sandstorm of
prejudiced ignominy; I still managed to rise up like a
patriotically victorious soldier; instilling an
unassailable wave of uninhibited freedom; in every
slave being unreasonably lambasted,

Buried under a tyrannically thrashing volcano of
scurrilous monotony; I still managed to rise up like a
spell bindingly rejuvenated paradise; spreading a wave
of insuperably unprecedented happiness; on even the
most clandestinely barren path that I tread,

Buried under a crematorium of chauvinistically
relentless dictatorship; I still managed to rise up
like thunderbolts of enriching lightening; igniting
the lugubriously lackadaisical flames of every
dwindling abode; with the philanthropically
charismatic elixir of my soul,

Buried under an ominously sordid gutter of
remorsefully agonizing malice; I still managed to rise
up like a brazenly intrepid adventurer; bringing a
smile to the lips of countless ruthlessly orphaned; as
I drifted with them into an unending entrenchment of
fantasy and mesmerizing odyssey,

Buried under a vindictively hedonistic mortuary of
abysmally derogatory lies; I still managed to rise up
like an ebulliently unconquerable Sun; ubiquitously
wafting the rays of timeless happiness; in every
despicably estranged life,

Buried under a ballistically frivolous battalion of
emaciated panthers; I still managed to rise up like a
bountifully blessed dream; fomenting every drearily
insipid and baselessly tortured mind to tirelessly
fantasize,

Buried under an indiscriminately jinxed battlefield of
squelching crime; I still managed to rise up like
undauntedly enchanting moonshine; compassionately
warming the complexion of the tawdrily blackened night
with; magnetically celestial jubilation,

Buried under an endlessly victimizing juggernaut of
uncouthly barbarous ghosts; I still managed to rise up
like a benign harbinger of glorious humanity;
limitlessly spreading the fragrance of an unshakably
united existence; in one and all symbiotically alike,

Buried under an ever augmenting web of disdainfully
heinous corruption; I still managed to rise up like an
unflinchingly blessing wind; wholesomely silencing the
most dogmatic voices of sinfully penalizing atrocity;
with the sounds of irrefutably sparkling truth,

Buried under an insane mortuary of bellicose
lifelessness; I still managed to rise up like an arrow
of perennial bravery; handsomely inculcating the
virtue of innocuously embellished solidarity in all
those chopping necks; on spurious pretexts of religion
and tribe,

But buried under the worthless plank of insidiously
maiming betrayal O! Lord; I had not even the most
capricious of strength left in me to survive; as
without the immortal love of my priceless beloved; I
died; I died; I inevitably and inconsolably died…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I invite you

 

Don’t just see the voluptuous mascara adhering to the
eyelashes; the seductive fountain of enticement which
lingered on the lids,
I invite you to witness the stupendous beauty in the
eyes; the unparalleled empathy they harbored for all
fraternity of living kind; instead ….

Don’t just see the sleazy color encapsulating
tantalizing skin; the vain fairness which spuriously
glistened under artificial light,
I invite you to witness the warmth that it provided to
every fraternity of religion on earth; the uninhibited
compassion it disseminated in impoverished dwindling
on bare soil; instead …

Don’t just see the bombastic splash of cheap lipstick
exotically kissing the lips; propelling them to look
more titillating than the fairies,
I invite you to witness the infernos of invincible
passion which they ignited; instilling omnipotent
traces of vital life in people well beneath their
graves; instead ….

Don’t just see the sanctimonious garland of jewels
embellishing slender fingers; the gold which attracted
the most heinously lecherous towards their baseless
opulence,
I invite you to witness the magnanimous help they
rendered to those without the most infinitesimal iota
of sight; alighted impeccable orphans towards the
corridors of a blissful beginning; instead …

Don’t just see the overwhelmingly sensuous oil that
besieged bulging muscles; the insurmountable battalion
of whistles it evoked; as it entrenched the fairer sex
in waves of absolute enthrallment,
I invite you to witness the formidable resilience
which they harbored in their bones; their
intrinsically augmenting die hard tenacity to save
their motherland; instead …

Don’t just see the pompous scent which cast its
lackadaisical essence in the atmosphere; miserably
withering to overpower even an inconspicuous whisker
of God’s beauty created,
I invite you to witness the golden shower of
persevering perspiration dribbling from the armpits;
fostering the spirit of true hard work; the true
colors of vivacious life; instead …

Don’t just see the ostentatiously corrupt dye
inundating scalp; like a ridiculously shoddy fabric
from all sides,
I invite you to witness the mesmerizing swish of
marvelous hair; the happiness which they impregnated
in disastrously famished lives; instead …

Don’t just see the nonchalant bombardment of polished
slang; the worthless juggernaut of alien accent; in a
desperate attempt to catapult above cloud nine,
I invite you to witness the most irrefutably truthful
voice of the soul; which annihilated all misery and
suffering from planet earth forever; instead…

And don’t just see the unfathomably ludicrous festoon
of clothes on the body; slithering pathetically to
make an impact more vociferous than torrential
cloudbursts of heavenly rain,
I invite you to witness the most wonderful product of
God’s evolution; the sacrosanct and passionately
palpitating immortal heart; instead…

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»I just want your love

 

I didn’t want the grandiloquent Taj Mahal to live in,
A solitary hut with fortified walls would beautifully suffice.

I didn’t want to drink chicory mugs of opulent cherry wine;
A glass of holistic water was all I needed to quench my thirst.

I didn’t want ornate embellishments of cloth to drape my persona,
Jagged rags of jute; blended with firmly riveted buttons would work as a
wonderful substitute.

I didn’t want mesmerizing rhymes sung by the matron; in order to sleep,
The monotonous cacophony of vehicular traffic would prove to be an adept
tranquilizer.

I didn’t want flamboyant cars to traverse the Grey carpet of roads,
The non-polluting; multiple spiked bicycle would help me maintain my
circulation of blood.

I didn’t want the silken floss of brush; to scrub the armory of my teeth,
Serrated sticks of medicinal neem; would render my palette with a ravishing
scent all sunlit day.

I didn’t want swim in the luxuriously sculptured; glistening water pool,
Instead I wanted to feel the exhilaration while trespassing through choppy waves
of the saline ocean.

I didn’t want to consume pasteurized milk; juxtaposed with flavored nuts,
Fresh droplets of milk oozing from the teats of mother cow;
was the one indispensable for my bones.

I didn’t want to be exorbitantly applauded by scores of innocuous individuals;
Benevolent prayers; from within deep recesses of their heart would be
enough to make me ecstatic.

I didn’t want artificial contrivance's to illuminate the atmosphere,
The dazzling light of sun; and enchanting beams of moon were fathomless to
cherish.

I didn’t want appetizing dishes of roasted almonds; with a slurry of processed
butter,
Bountiful fruits dangling from the tree; and a plethora of succulent vegetable
leaf
would annihilate all indigestion.

I didn’t want the luminous dial of imported watch; wound tautly against my
wrist,
The varied positions of sun god and changing patterns of light would give me an
excellent idea of time.

I didn’t want battalion of flowers to be laid for my reception,
An ambience bereft dust and debris; evacuated of wild thorn would be the
enough to express gratitude.

I didn’t want fat bundles of currency; with you dressed in ostentatious jewelry
as my bride,
A rustically polished face; with a cluster of inexpensive flower in your hair;
would pacify my heart,
As I would outrageously cry out in public and say 'I just want your perpetual love'.


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