One minute I may be perched well above the blazing
island of Omnipotent Sun; while the very next instant
I may find myself slavering penuriously on dead soil,
One minute I may be rhapsodically adventuring in a
valley of exuberantly burgeoning flowers; while the
very next instant I may find myself brutally
incarcerated in chains of ghoulishly abhorrent
prejudice,
One minute I may be floating in the aisles of desire
like a majestically uncrowned prince; while the very
next instant I may find myself buried amidst
inconspicuously infidel and vicious garbage trash,
One minute I may be royally consecrated for my
artistic accomplishments; while the very next instant
I may find myself being satanically kicked; by
unceremoniously dastardly parasites,
One minute I may be ingeniously contriving plans to
blissfully change the complexion of all flagrantly
estranged mankind; while the very next instant I might
find myself trembling naked; under unsparing
avalanches of frigidly cold-blooded ice,
One minute I may be articulately channelizing
congenitally brilliant talent on the trajectory of
this fathomless Universe; while the very next instant
I might find myself hopelessly staggering in
graveyards of defeat; at a profound loss of words to
express even my own name,
One minute I may be bountifully garnering all
enchanting cynosure that lay on this boundless planet;
while the very next instant I might find myself in
vindictive clutches of depravation and dereliction;
asphyxiating the breath out of me for times
immemorial,
One minute I may be prolifically penning down
countless lines of exotically triumphant poetry; while
the very next instant I might find myself slithering
beside the venomously delirious scorpions,
One minute I may be embracing the winds of vividly
euphoric timelessness; while the very next instant I
might find myself imprisoned by unfathomable coffins
of darkness and miserable solitude,
One minute I may be handsomely liberating myself of
all agony on the wings of unstoppably enamoring
sensuousness; while the very next instant I might find
myself preposterously swallowing blood stained thorns;
as my only lunch and indigent breakfast,
One minute I may be swirling like a whirlwind of
unflinchingly inimitable success; while the very next
instant I might find myself in shambles of egregiously
derogatory nervousness; hardly able to alight a
singleton foot from cold ground,
One minute I may be uninhibitedly dancing under the
magically venerated milk of resplendent moonlight;
while the very next instant I might find myself;
uncouthly slitting my veins in intolerably devastating
desperation,
One minute I may be innocuously cavorting with nubile
maidens of my choice on the ingratiatingly rain soaked
hills; while the very next instant I might find myself
begging on the discordantly rambunctious streets; with
the skeleton of my impoverished form being attacked by
hedonistically unscrupulous termites,
One minute I may be unrelentingly fantasizing beneath
the regally opulent delights of my compassionate
quilt; while the very next instant I might find myself
mordantly chained next to the stray dog’s collar; for
not coagulating with my employer’s whims and insane
delights,
One minute I may be weighed in gargantuan mountains of
aristocratically glistening gold and silver; while the
very next instant I might find myself sinking deeper
and deeper into the coffins of quaintly obsolete and
horrifically decaying nothingness,
One minute I may be outclassing every other organism
on this gigantic Universe with the enlightening
dynamism in my countenance; while the very next
instant I might find myself frenetically struggling
for breath; like an infinitesimal mosquito in the
mouth of the diabolical shark,
One minute I may be blossoming as a harbinger of
ubiquitous solidarity and humanity; while the very
next instant I might find myself profanely plagiarized
and attacked by the devil for ostensibly no fault of
mine; nor reason nor rhyme,
One minute I may be undauntedly soaring in
miraculously Omnipotent clouds; while the very next
instant I might find myself being grotesquely
manipulated like a lame puppet; in the hands of
blood-sucking politicians and forlorn malice,
One minute I may be spawning into an inscrutably
fructifying forest of invincibly glorious life; while
the very next instant I might find myself bizarrely
depleted of every single layer of oxygen in my lungs;
ardently wanting nothing else but the signature of
ghastly death,
O! Yes; Life is a tumultuously arcane odyssey; and I
really don’t know where its going to take me; in what
form was I going to unfurl every cascading minute of
my survival; and what lay exactly forward for me in my
destiny,
But this is my eternal promise to you O! Immortal
Beloved; that wherever I am; in whatever shape the
Lord wanted me to exist; my compassion will forever
continue to throb in your priceless heart; our spirits
shall forever be one even infinite births after I
cease to physically exist; AND MY LOVE WAS; IS AND
WILL FOREVER REMAIN YOURS; YOURS; AND ONLY YOURS…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
