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»I liked the way

 

I liked the way; the jugglery of bones moved in the
body,
I liked the way thunderous clouds in the cosmos
produced sheets of torrential
rain,
I liked the way in which fish swam articulately
swishing their silken fins,
I liked the way; in which handsome horses galloped
down the plateau at
swashbuckling speeds,
I liked the way; in which fluorescent bulbs diffused
gaudy lights on the
street,
I liked the way; in which steaming brown filter coffee
was poured melodiously
in bar mugs,
I liked the way; in which intricate zones in my
eardrum reacted ecstatically
to vociferous sound,
I liked the way; tones of literature was juxtaposed on
immaculate bond paper
of books,
I liked the way; in which gleaming sheath of black
hair cascaded down
effeminate shoulders,
I liked the way; in which the railway engine
obstreperously chugged through
solitary arenas of desert,
I liked the way; in which a plethora of bamboo sticks
were used to construct
fortified enclosures for dwelling,
I liked the way; in which golden particles of saw dust
flew haphazardly in the
austere breeze,
I liked the way; in which the princely panther
clambered tall trees with
nonchalant ease,
I liked the way; in which scores of glowworm radiated
mystical rays at the
onset of twilight,
I liked the way; in which the crystal waterfall
plummeted down the slopes at
tumultuous speeds,
I liked the way; in which small cubes of ice rolled
down the slope; eventually
transiting into a mighty avalanche,
I liked the way; in which enchanting shapes were
sketched by synchronized
strokes of the paint brush,
I liked the way; in which those dying of thirst;
quenched their thirst
drinking gallons of spring water,
I liked the way; in which ostentatious cars sped down
the valley at rollicking
speeds,
I liked the way; in which people bounced on an island
of pure jelly;
catapulting a few feet above ground,
I liked the way; in which the cricket ball was hurled
over the fence with
overwhelming tenacity,
I liked the way; in which innocuous toddlers played
incessantly in pools of
wet mud,
I liked the way; in which the philanthropic politician
helped clusters of
individuals afflicted by distress,
I liked the way; in which the voluptuous nightingale
flooded the atmosphere
with mesmerizing rhyme,
I liked the way; in which crisp flakes of popcorn
tumbled in unison from the
wending machine,
I liked the way; in which man toiled to unprecedented
limits in order to
retain his self esteem,
I liked the way; in which young hearts throbbed
violently; falling prey to
inevitable love,
I liked the way; in which tender patches of my skin
developed disdainful rash
when stung by harmless nettle,
I liked the way; in which the flag patronizing my
nation fluttered high in the
wind,
I liked the way; in which people bereft of sight;
still had a zeal to live;
relying solely on the sense of hearing,
I liked the way; in which acrimonious rays of sun
fumigated all the filth on
earth,
I liked the way; in which colossal mountains trembled
due to onslaught of the
earthquake,
I liked the way; in which pellucid mirror of glass
reflected my authentic
image,
I liked the way; in which the tranquil moon shone on
my eyes when I was in
realms of deep sleep,
I liked the way; in which all the tangible and
intangible existed; under a
single roof; blended with harmony and love,
And over and above all I liked the way; in which god
created man; from which
hailed my very own ancestors,
Who in turn bestowed upon me the power to like and
dislike.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I knew her better than I knew my breath

 

I knew her better than I knew the lines of my palm;
which I sighted unrelentingly each minute of the day,

I knew her better than I knew my ability to
voraciously talk; explicitly uttering more than a
million sentences a day,

I knew her better than I knew the complexion of my
skin; the rubicund tinge and the robust glow that I
had overwhelmingly enjoyed since many years,

I knew her better than I knew my shadow; the
inscrutably enchanting form that had been following me
since eternity; in brilliant shades of sunlight,

I knew her better than I knew the food trapped in my
dainty stomach; the appetizing blend of roasted
vegetables and fruit juice that I had consumed just a
few minutes ago,

I knew her better than I knew my conglomerate of
fortified bones; incorporating loads of impregnable
strength,

I knew her better than I knew my eyes; the
unfathomable hours they could remain awake; sight and
prudently discern astounding beauty wandering in this
vast Universe,

I knew her better than I knew my crimson blood; the
voluptuous stream that painstakingly gushed out; when
I scraped against an acrimonious thorn,

I knew her better than I knew my legs; the robust
pinches of exhilaration encapsulated inside; the
fervent longing besieging them to shrug all
inhibitions and thunderously run,

I knew her better than I knew my silver sweat; the
rhapsodic perspiration that ran down my arms; every
time I conquered new summits in life,

I knew her better than I knew my mystical whisper; the
hushed tones in which I furtively communicated with my
sacrosanct Creator every morning as I woke up from
sedate sleep,

I knew her better than I knew my deafening yawn; the
laziness that rampantly permeated my persona; after
toiling the entire day under sweltering rays of the
pugnacious Sun,

I knew her better than I knew my ambitions; the
insatiable urge in my demeanor to blatantly trespass
over acrid milestones,

I knew her better than I knew my luscious lips; the
tantalizing charm that camouflaged them; made them the
darling of whomsoever who caressed their lingering
softness,

I knew her better than I knew my fortress of
scintillating teeth; the inevitable tenacity they
possessed to scrupulously crunch the meal of their
choice,

I knew her better than I knew my ability to
relentlessly write; emboss spell binding verses of
blossoming poetry every early morning and late night,

I knew her better than I knew the noise produced when
I clapped; harmoniously united both hands of mine to
inundate the still ambience with triumphant sound,

I knew her better than I knew my heart beat; the
infinite number of times in a day it turbulently
palpitated; the volatile energy it imparted to my
dreary soul to inch forward and holistically survive,

And I knew her better than I knew my breath; the very
minuscule draught of air which I had inhaled
unsurpassable number of times since the time I was
born; infact the very reason that I was merrily
writing and living today….






(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I live to die oneday. And die to live everyday

 

I stayed tirelessly awake only to inevitably sleep one day; and I humanely slept one day; only to truly relish even an inconspicuous moment of being vivaciously awake; everyday,

I unassailably triumphed only to inevitably fail one day; and I humanely failed one day; only to truly relish even the most infinitesimal fragrance of unfettered triumph; everyday,

I inexhaustibly absorbed brilliantly optimistic Sunlight only to inevitably blacken one day; and I humanely blackened one day; only to truly relish even the most obliviously disappearing trace of Omnipotent Sunlight; everyday,

I profusely basked in the glory of rose scent only to inevitably stagnate one day; and I humanely stagnated one day; only to truly relish even the tiniest wisp of eternal scent; everyday,

I astoundingly floated in the clouds only to inevitably bury one day; and I humanely buried one day; only to truly relish even the most evanescent entrenchment of sensuous clouds; everyday,

I indefatigably adventured only to inevitably robotize one day; and I humanely robotized one day; only to truly relish even the most fugitively eluding winds of tantalizing adventure; everyday,

I timelessly smiled only to inevitably sadden one day; and I humanely saddened one day; only to truly relish even the most obsolete insinuations of heavenly smiles; everyday,

I insuperably preached only to inevitably forget one day; and I humanely forgot one day; only to truly relish even the most vanishing element of wonderfully liberating preaching; everyday,

I unceasingly ate the most synergistically succulent food only to inevitably starve one day; and I humanely starved one day; only to truly relish even the most diminutive iota of jubilantly fructifying food; everyday,

I unflinchingly spoke the truth only to inevitably lie one day; and I humanely lied one day; only to truly relish even the most ethereal innuendo of victoriously Omnipresent truth; everyday,

I infallibly replenished only to inevitably disembowel one day; and I humanely disemboweled one day; only to truly relish even the most obfuscated ounce of compassionately burgeoning replenishment; everyday,

I inexorably conquered only to inevitably slaver one day; and I humanely slavered one day; only to truly relish even the most mercurial aura of royally priceless conquering; everyday,

I endlessly romanced only to inevitably betray one day; and I humanely betrayed one day; only to truly relish even the most infidel thread of perennially spawning romance; everyday,

I limitlessly joked only to inevitably depress one day; and I humanely depressed one day; only to truly relish even the most parsimonious dramatization of everlastingly ebullient joke; everyday,

I uncontrollably proliferated only to inevitably disintegrate one day; and I humanely disintegrated one day; only to truly relish even the most sequestered strand of handsomely amazing proliferation; everyday,

I unfathomably magnetized only inevitably commercialize one day; and I humanely commercialized one day; only to truly relish even the most cloistered fabric of eternally resplendent magnetization; everyday,

I unsurpassably radiated with power only to inevitably shrivel one day; and I humanely shriveled one day; only to truly relish even the most evanescent pathway of Omnipresently blessing power; everyday,

I unceasingly rolled in unlimited riches only to inevitably emaciate one day; and I humanely emaciated one day; only to truly relish even the most feckless ingredient of symbiotically sensuous richness; everyday,

I immortally throbbed only to inevitably stone one day; and I humanely stoned one day; only to truly relish even the most invisible horizon of inimitably consecrating immortality; everyday,

And I unstoppably lived only to inevitably die one day; and I humanely died one day; only to truly relish even the most minuscule shade of Omnisciently ever-pervading life; everyday….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»I live to love

 

I don't eat to live; I live to eat tantalizing morsels
of exotic food; placate insurmountable pangs of my
gluttony with the rudiments of captivating nature,

I don't smell to live; I live to smell to exotically
redolent and vivaciously blooming flowers; dance with
the fairies on the summits kissing the Moon,

I don't philander to live; I live to philander in the
aisles of untamed desire and perennially everlasting
fantasy,

I don't admire to live; I live to admire all the
wonderfully philanthropic; the boundlessly
unsurpassable beauty lingering on this bountiful
planet,

I don't sleep to live; I live to sleep; dream
unrelentingly into a land transcending paradise;
wholesomely oblivious to the uncouthly manipulative
vagaries besieging vicious mortals,

I don't sweat to live; I live to sweat; persevering my
best under golden rays of the flamboyant Sun; to
caress the ultimate crescendo's of unparalleled
success,

I don't sing to live; I live to sing; blending the
tunes diffusing from my poignant throat; stupendously
with the eternal bliss in the marvelous atmosphere,

I don't blink to live; I live to blink; mischievously
flirt with nubile maidens; trespassing through a
carpet of ingratiating mysticism; and incredulous
enthrallment,

I don't philosophize to live; I live to philosophize;
disseminating the perpetually harmonious essence of
truth and benevolent brotherhood; to every cranny of
this Universe entrenched with inexplicable pain,

I don't hear to live; I live to hear; profusely absorb
the most enamoring sounds in free space; to catapult
above the majestically heavenly clouds,

I don't procreate to live; I live to procreate; spawn
countless of my kind; ensuring that I continued the
chapter of existence; even after I abdicated my last
iota of breath,

I don't race to live; I live to race; letting the
spirit of uninhibited exhilaration forever reign
supreme in each of my devastated senses; eternally
surging forward to rejoice the awesomely Omnipotent
colors of life,

I don't study to live; I live to study; indefatigably
endeavor to imbibe all the benign goodness entrapped
within the cocoons of; invincible solidarity,

I don't bathe to live; I live to bathe; intransigently
deluge each pore of my ruthlessly bedraggled skin;
with magically rejuvenating mountain water,

I don't evolve to live; I live to evolve; blossoming
into an unfathomable festoon of newness as each
instant unveiled; romanticizing in the full ardor of
existence; until I quit my final breath,

I don't adventure to live; I live to adventure;
intrepidly crusading over all impediments that
confronted me in my way; plunging into a valley of
unimaginable exuberance; even in the heart of
precariously tingling midnight,

I don't write to live; I live to write; inundating
fathomless volumes of ecstatically barren paper; with
exquisitely Oligarchic fantasy and the epitomes of
literature,

I don't breathe to live; I live to breathe; ignite
thunderbolts of incomprehensible desire with each puff
of air I exhale; supremely exult in the flames of
compassionate sharing that life had to wholesomely
offer me,

And I don't love to live; I live to love; insatiably
dedicating each of my heartbeat to the person I
cherished; taking birth an infinite times more than
infinity; to be born only as her lover; once again..


©copyright—2003, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved
 
»I live to savor love

 

I live to savor the eternal fruits of Natures timeless
creation; the astoundingly vivacious butterflies
fluttering handsomely in fathomless bits of;
majestically blue sky,

I live to savor the resplendently twinkling stars in
the royal cosmos; the shimmering fountain of milky
light that grandiloquently poured to enlighten the
ghastly corpse of dastardly night,

I live to savor the rejuvenatingly sparkling freshness
of the aristocratic waterfalls; profusely blend my
mind; body and soul in the cascade of exotically
heavenly waters,

I live to savor the melodiously everlasting sound of
the ravishing nightingale; profoundly assimilate each
of its wonderfully tantalizing sounds; in the
innermost recesses of my tumultuously frazzled soul,

I live to savor the winds of exuberance blowing my
way; the beautifully mesmerizing feel that they
vibrantly imparted to even the most infinitesimally
deadened of my nerve,

I live to savor the handsomely scintillating pearls of
the enchantingly vivacious oceans; the blissfully
unbelievably synergy that they instilled in every iota
of my; nervously devastated demeanor,

I live to savor the bountifully bouncing kangaroos in
the mischievously philandering fields; the waves of
impeccable innocence that they bestowed perennially
upon; my murderously manipulative visage,

I live to savor the sensuously titillating dewdrops at
ethereally magnetic dawn; the essence of ebullient
freshness that they showered upon; every element of my
frantically beleaguered persona,

I live to savor the brilliantly flamboyant rays of the
Omnipotent Sun; the unfathomable ocean of blazingly
enlightening light that it ubiquitously disseminated;
to every cranny of this Universe besieged with;
inexplicably horrendous pain,

I live to savor the mystically enthralling whispers of
the rustling trees; the unsurpassable entrenchment of
exhilarating enigma that they placed me within; making
me wholesomely oblivious to the preposterously
snobbish vagaries; of the savagely realistic Universe,

I live to savor the royally swimming fish in the
undulating sea; the ecstatically glorious leap in
their stride; that made me feel that I had once again;
and irrefutably transited into a jubilantly new born
child,

I live to savor the regally glistening eagles soaring
handsomely in the boundless sky; the uninhibited
flapping of their poignant wings; freeing me of all my
waveringly bedraggled memories of disdainfully
lecherous human kind,

I live to savor the torrentially pelting drops of
seductively titillating rain; the globules of golden
empathy which magically quelled all brutally
traumatized mankind; of even the most minuscule of its
pain,

I live to savor the indefatigably charismatic blanket
of crimson roses; the marvelously spell binding scent
that they unequivocally emanated; which perpetually
pacified each remorsefully vengeful ingredient; of my
vindictive blood,

I live to savor the uniquely incredulous freshness of
God’s evolution; the most amazingly eclectic chapter
of endless procreation; that every organism on this
planet was beautifully endowed with,

I live to savor the vibrantly dancing rainbows soon
after the passionate rains; the blissfully symbiotic
wave of unprecedented excitement that they enshrouded
my entire countenance with; for infinite more births
yet to come,

I live to savor the voice of patriotically
unassailable truth; the unshakable royalty with which
it Omnisciently sunk; deep down in the walls of my
viciously wavering conscience,

I live to savor celestially impeccable forms of new
birth; the immaculate cries of the freshly born;
unflinchingly imparting me with the strength to scrape
even the most inconspicuous iota of diabolism; from
the fathomless trajectory of this planet,

I live to savor tireless gallons of enchantingly
princely air; the piquant carpet of invincible life;
that veritably made me embrace all mankind
irrespective of creed and color; made me feel the
richest being; humanitarianly alive,

And most importantly I live to savor the most
immortal gift of Almighty Lord’s creation called;
love; intransigently try my best to diffuse its
ecumenically sacrosanct essence; to every dwelling
without light; to every heart without euphoric beats…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I longed for those moments

 

I longed for those moments when I was wading
exuberantly in the sea; with the sun dazzling a full
blossom on my animatedly rubicund skin,

I longed for those moments when I was in the heart of
perpetually blissful sleep; with the stars glimmering
enchantingly on my closed eyelids,

I longed for those moments when I was profoundly
engrossed playing with my friends in the verdant
fields; entirely oblivious to the monotonous vagaries
of disillusioning routine life,

I longed for those moments when I was when I was
nibbling cheese ravenously perched on my mothers lap;
transiting into a divinely reverie; with her sacred
palms rubbing their mesmerizing magic on my forehead,

I longed for those moments when I teased and
mischievously philandered with my sister;
uninhibitedly blurting out to her whatever I liked and
abhorred the most; in the quota of my short life,

I longed for those moments when I was gazing at the
enigmatic newness of the freshly extruding grass
blades; profusely tingling the blanket of golden
dewdrops; with the big toe of my feet,

I longed for those moments when I was insurmountably
lost in the corridors of magnificently enchanting
fantasy; the stillness of the placid evening
overpowering my senses,

I longed for those moments when I sat for unrelenting
hours under the blazing Sun; lazing in
incomprehensible agony and fun,

I longed for those moments; when I gallivanted through
the perennially dense forests; profoundly admiring the
majestic spider weaving its mystical web,

I longed for those moments; when I voraciously
sketched the fiercely passionate outlines of the
fading Sun; absorbing its kingly beams in entirety
with the whites of my eye,

I longed for those moments; when I dug uninhibitedly
through rain kissed soil; splashed a slurry of
ecstatic mud all around in ebullient euphoria,

I longed for those moments; when I was fooling my
stringently stern father; browsing through a myriad of
fairy tales; the comic surreptitiously encapsulated
within my history textbook,

I longed for those moments; when I was fabulously
intrigued by the crimson colored festoon of clouds;
watched the streaks of silver lightening tumble in a
tantalizing flurry from the sky,

I longed for those moments; when I was feeding the
protuberant crested pigeons with heavenly crusts of
morning bread; chasing them as they embarked on the
adventurous expedition towards the sky,

I longed for those moments; when I spent countless
nights on the trot envisaging my beloved's gorgeous
countenance; ardently awaiting to feel her seductive
breath,

I longed for those moments; when I was caught red
handed for pilfering through the labyrinth of robust
apples; and the farmer gave me an amicable peck on my
cheek for my mischievous attribute,

I longed for those moments; when I sang any tune that
swirled turbulently in my heart; darted as the most
pampered child through every nook and cranny of the
palatial house,

I longed for those moments; when I was immaculately
sucking my thumb; wholesomely unaware of the
diabolical bloodshed; which went on indiscriminately
on every trajectory of this vast planet,

And I insatiably longed for those moments when I was
an impeccable child; rambunctiously bouncing in the
arms of my mother; without the slightest blemish or
malicious trace of the world outside; completely
bereft of this battlefield of lechery and incorrigible
lies; which unfortunately I as an adult today was
entirely engulfed with…..





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

 

WHEN SHE LOOKED at me; glancing mildly at the hidden contours of my face,
I perceived overwhelming waves of euphoria thunderously pound on my chest; suddenly felt as handsome as the jeweled prince.


When she came face to face with my persona; at the contemporary shopping store,
I inadvertently lost my balance; tripping down towards the floor in dumbfounded consternation; with the contents of my shopping bag rampantly dispersing all over.


When she discussed about me in hushed voices; profoundly aggrandizing facts about my demeanor amidst her friends,
I felt tumultuously exhilarated; felt as if I had conquered the highest summit in my non-illustrious career.


When she waved to me from across the bustling street; blatantly displaying the rubicund skin of her intricate palms,
I worked with a rejuvenated vigor at office; meticulously executed all tasks in half the time I usually took.


When she chivalrously offered to share her umbrella; in a voluptuous ambience of torrential rain pelting down,
I felt ravishing sensations stab my body; insurmountable gratitude towards her engulf my conscience.


When she assisted me to up pick my handkerchief from the muddy ground; our eyes locked for marathon seconds of time,
I felt inexplicable shivers run down my spine; and there seemed to be mystical reverberations that echoed clear and strident through my mind.


When she talked with me on telephone; the captivating melody in her voice seemed to be drowning me in waves of rhapsody,
And I had to ask her to iterate her message at the end of the conversation; as I was irrevocably involved all the time in grasping the sweetness in her sound;

When I opened her letter under enchanting light of the moon; I was mesmerized sighting her exquisite handwriting,
The frenzy in my blood was so accentuated; that I swooned on the ground blissfully falling into a slumber with her writing resting on my eyes.


When she addressed me by my name; I felt the conglomerate of bones in my legs transform into ethereal paper,
I could hardly believe my ears; and pleaded with her to say it incessantly until her mouth ached.


And the most memorable moment of my life came when she said to me I love you, whispering it while nimbly brushing across my cheek,
It was one instant of my life, which I will perpetually remember;
one instant that he entire wealth in this world could fail to purchase.

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

 

I loved it for its unrelentingly euphoric waves; as it
culminated into a festoon of handsomely poignant froth
after clashing against the jaggedly machismo rocks,

I loved it for its majestically pristine shores; the
unfathomable expanse of regally sparkling oysters and
shells; timelessly enamoring with their bountifully
ultimate splendor,

I loved it for its enchantingly crimson tanginess; as
it piquantly flamed like a fireball of enrapturing
delight; as first rays of the Omnipotent
aristocratically Sun; descended from crystalline blue
sky,

I loved it for its protuberantly ebullient adventure;
as it intrepidly philandered through every conceivable
trajectory of this boundless Universe; all sweltering
day and voluptuously tingling night,

I loved it for its incessantly dancing assemblage of
divine water; the timeless rhapsody that it
marvelously radiated; as the wind triumphantly drifted
across its spell binding contours,

I loved it for its royally ingratiating fleet of
poignantly charismatic sharks; gliding like insatiably
untamed streaks of silken lightening; through even the
most unprecedentedly stormy channels,

I loved it for its unsurpassably unending depth; the
splendidly eclectic variety fish; enigmatically morass
algae and octopus perpetually inhabiting its
compassionately vivacious caverns,

I loved it for its unequivocally candid spray; the
unconquerably reinvigorating essence of vibrant
camaraderie that it wonderfully disseminated; across
one and all of this gargantuan planet; alike,

I loved it for its surreally resplendent periphery;
the countless colors of robust optimism that it
timelessly blossomed into; every unfurling instant of
victorious existence,

I loved it for its spirit of unshakably unflinching
loyalty; perennially flowing as the most unparalleled
mass of united rudiments; even as the fiercest Sun
tried to hedonistically evaporate its every trace,

I loved it for its artistically burgeoning splash;
beautifully replenishing even the most treacherously
sadistic of dwindling palette; with insurmountably
vivid charm and prolific graciousness,

I loved if for its invincibly symbiotic solidarity;
exuberantly fulminating into a paradise of
uncontrollably tangy happiness; as the ravishing
carpet of clouds towered over it like a priceless
prince from above,

I loved if for its innocuously uncanny cries; the
fathomless civilization of blissful freshness that it
unraveled into; tantalizing even the most morbid of
carcasses from the heart of their graves,

I loved it for its seductively exhilarating rhythm;
the exotically mesmerizing cadence of its profoundly
revitalizing fabric; which profusely inundated nothing
but cisterns of unfettered compassion; in every entity
on this gigantic earth,

I loved if for its never ending wind of rubicund
ebullience; as it indefatigably whispered the tunes of
holistically gratifying existence; on every trace of
mud that it blessedly kissed,

I loved it for its ingeniously celestial philosophy of
tireless continuity; as its froth swirled high and
handsome in the mellifluous air; even as vicious
thunderbolts of demonic savagery; pelted
intransigently from the graveyards of hell,

I loved it for its panoramically nubile beauty; the
tinge of a freshly embellished bride magically
pronounced on its emerald belly; although it was
wholesomely barren without the slightest of
asphyxiating clothes,

I loved it for its inexorably untamed uninhibitedness;
its limitless ambition to emolliently coalesce with
boundless sky; even as the horizons seemed an
ephemerally obsolete cry,

I loved it for its blazingly outspoken bravery; as it
supremely transcended over even the most hideously
satanic of impediments that came its way; with the
astounding dexterity of an unconquerable prince,

O! Yes; I loved the sea more than I could ever love my
life; as it gloriously taught me the value of
priceless companionship; as it sagaciously taught me
never to divide; as it timelessly taught me that love
was the most quintessential elixir to heavenly
survive…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I loved them more

 

I might have perhaps loved just my sacrosanct Mother
and eternal beloved during the tenure of my entire
diminutively impoverished life; by the blessings of
the Omnipotent Lord,
But I loved them more than what the sweltering deserts
could ever have loved; pricelessly resplendent
droplets of rhapsodically mesmerizing rain….

I might have perhaps loved just my divinely mother and
bountiful beloved during each unfurling moment of my
parsimoniously destitute life; by the blessings of the
unassailable Lord,
But I loved them more than what lackadaisical mud
could ever have loved; beautifully dazzling ray of
Godly sunshine….

I might have perhaps loved just my heavenly mother and
triumphant beloved during every crimson dawn that
unraveled in my penuriously short-statured life; by
the blessings of the Omnipresent Lord,
But I loved them more than what dolorously beleaguered
forests could ever have loved; fantastically enigmatic
titillation….

I might have perhaps loved just my compassionate
mother and newly-wed beloved during every hour that
fabulously swept past my mercurially timid life; by
the blessings of the everlasting Lord,
But I loved them more than what the amorphously
estranged sky could ever have loved; the vividly
iridescent and spell binding rainbow…

I might have perhaps loved just my magnanimous mother
and unflinching beloved during every shade of my
inexplicably bereaved life; by the blessings of the
Omniscient Lord,
But I loved them more than what the rambunctiously
unruly bees could ever have loved; the timelessly
redolent fragrance of the dew dropp anointed and
poignant rose….

I might have perhaps loved just my ubiquitous mother
and seductive beloved during every wind that swept
past my disastrously diminishing life; by the
blessings of the unshakable Lord,
But I loved them more than what the ecstatically
fluttering peacocks could ever have loved; the
fathomlessly voluptuous expanse of enthrallingly
silken clouds….

I might have perhaps loved just my priceless mother
and inimitable beloved during every path that I tread
in my stingily decrepit life; by the blessings of the
unconquerable Lord,
But I loved them more than what the brutally emaciated
shores could ever have loved; the ravishingly
undulating swirl of jubilantly tangy waves….

I might have perhaps loved just my indomitable mother
and humanitarian beloved during every breath that I
exhaled in my nonchalantly oblivious life; by the
blessings of the boundlessly proliferating Lord,
But I loved them more than what the remorsefully
deserted mirror could ever have loved; the
uninhibitedly sparkling ocean of celestial
reflection….

I might have perhaps loved just my timeless mother and
ingratiating beloved during every impediment that I
encountered in my truculently abridged life; by the
blessings of the limitlessly benign Lord,
But I loved them more than what the obnoxiously
emaciated blades of sordid grass could ever have
loved; the majestically shimmering cistern of
tantalizing dewdrops…..

And I wholeheartedly admit; that I might have perhaps
loved just my blissful mother and gorgeous beloved
during every beat that I throbbed in my obfuscatedly
lugubrious life; by the blessings of the effulgently
glowing Lord,
But I loved them more than what the devastatingly
dying nostril could ever have loved; fragrantly
mellifluous entrenchments of resplendently fresh
breeze….


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»I loved you and still hated you

 

I loved your eyes for they were mesmerizing and beautiful; globules of
empathy
trickling down their periphery; the instant they witnessed someone in
agony
and pain,
At the same time I hated them for wandering around unwittingly; trying
to
explore and admire beautiful faces except mine.

I loved your hands as they were masculine and tough; caressed through
the
satiny ensemble of my hair; drowning me into an ocean of perpetual
ecstasy,
At the same I hated them for inadvertently brushing across someone in
the
crowd; entwining in a vice like grip with alien fingers; occasionally
during
the day in a handshake.

I loved your smile as it was delectably amicable; making me gasp in
utter
bewilderment,
At the same time I hated it when you flashed the same at cocktail
parties;
greeted every person on the door with it spreading infectiously across
your
facial contours.

I loved your sonorous voice; the crisp yet enchanting sounds which
emanated
when you opened your mouth to utter my name,
At the same time I hated it when you used the same to appease your
confederates; addressed colossal gatherings; emphatically on the mike.

I loved your revitalizing aroma; the scent of perspiration that
dribbled
profusely from your body,
At the same time I hated it; when your overwhelming charisma crowned
you the
king in the office; insatiably drifted your female counterparts in
intimate
contacts with your persona.

I loved your unsurpassable sense of concern; the umpteenth number of
times of
times you slept on the cold floor; for me to relish the warmth of the
fire,
At the same time I hated it; when you displayed it to others; went out
of your
way to gratify their demands.

I loved your ears; the flaccid globes of flesh dangling majestically
across
your neck swaying nimbly in the air,
At the same time I hated them for listening attentively to intricate
sounds;
instead of being wholesomely engrossed in mine.

I loved your hair; the jet black strands of follicles that profoundly
embellished your scalp,
At the same time I hated them; when they blew rampantly in the
direction of
wind blowing from the opposite side.

I loved your breath; the passion it ignited when It plummeted down the
bare
skin of my cheek,
At the same I hated it; when an infinitesimal portion of it struck the
earth;
instead of blending completely with my soul.

And I loved your heart; was simply enamored to hear it throb
turbulently
against my palms,
At the same time I hated it; as the girl next door wanted to imprison
it as
badly; as perhaps I could die for it.





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