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»Free

 

“Free”. The very word perpetuated even the most hopelessly deadened persona; forever and ever and ever; with rays of magically unfettered and inimitably priceless hope,

“Free”. The very word metamorphosed even the most shrewdly castrated of businessmen; forever and ever and ever; into a festoon of unabashedly delightful smiles,

“Free”. The very word triggered every human to shrug all inhibitions of caste; creed; status and religion; forever and ever and ever exist as impregnably one under the fathomless sky of the Creator Divine,

“Free”. The very word annihilated iconoclastically pompous anarchy; forever and ever and ever ensured that the most unconquerable of Kings as well as the beleaguered pauper; uninhibitedly ate in the same plate,

“Free”. The very word massacred even the most infidel insinuation of tension; forever and ever and ever cast an incantation of eternal happiness over every conceivable speck of the atmosphere,

“Free”. The very word quelled all pugnaciously beheading war to a celestial rest; forever and ever and ever showered a rain of miraculously ameliorating equality; on granule of mother soil,

“Free”. The very word magically resonated as the ultimate crown of existence in all ears; forever and ever and ever triumphing over the devil of insanely tyrannical commercialism,

“Free”. The very word timelessly rendered happiness to the breath of every miserably impoverished being; forever and ever and ever ensured that none slept a hungry stomach; on this boundlessly bewitching earth,

“Free”. The very word perennially broke all jails of despicably humiliating slavery; forever and ever and ever liberated demonically asphyxiating blackness into invincibly befriending sunlight,

“Free”. The very word unfathomably inspired every fraternity of existence to be wholeheartedly creative; forever and ever and ever unwound the clockwork of robotic despair; into a Universe of undefeated freshness,

“Free”. The very word brought the most unbelievably ultimate revolution in people’s attitude towards survival; forever and ever and ever making them give; instead of ruthlessly snatching the same from each other,

“Free”. The very word put a veritable end to every instant of salacious gloominess; forever and ever and ever made an organism feel the closest to its rudiments of unashamedly simplistic existence,

“Free”. The very word ended all painstakingly internal conflict of the mind; body and soul; forever and ever and ever made a person realize that there was nothing more resplendent and unassailable than immortal love,

“Free”. The very word uncontrollably spun webs of insuperably iridescent fantasy in every mind alike; forever and ever and ever drifted all living kind towards the mists of tirelessly evolving heaven,

“Free”. The very word added unlimited paces to every frenetically diminishing stride; forever and ever and ever fomenting living beings to don nothing else; but bond in threads of unbreakable compassion and blissfully proliferate,

“Free”. The very word bountifully illuminated every delirious space on earth with the beams of prosperity; forever and ever and ever completing the process of existence with the signature of unshakable friendship,

“Free”. The very word taught every heart on this Universe to forget hate and solely love; forever and ever and ever coalesce every of its sacrosanct beat with the unparalleled silhouette of the Lord Divine,

“Free”. The very word made every organism profusely delve into the realms of sensuousness; forever and ever and ever realize that it was the ardor of faithfulness that re-christened and added new dimensions to existence,

But did you realize; that for getting and acquiring everything on this gigantic planet for “Free”; one has to first and foremost undergo the most excruciating of pains to take birth; and then pay the price of life…

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»Free of Cost

 

I sowed a cluster of poignant seeds in the soil; digging a trench conducive in
depth,
Diligently watered the mud at the onset of every dawn; and in brilliant sunshine;
sprinkling the enclosure with salubrious manure,
After a few years the tree grew tall and handsome; and showered upon me
succulent fruits;
free of cost.

I provided it tones of green leaf; kept a festoon of immaculate coconut in its
vicinity,
Obliterated it from acerbic rays of the sun; and sweltering heat; providing it
an island of hay
to sleep,
In return the rustic cow bestowed upon me gallons of frosty milk; free of cost.

I manoeuvred the canvas at astronomical heights in the sky; dexterously
plucking at its
nimble string,
Violently tugging the same; when confronted with swashbuckling draughts of
breeze,
In return the kite swayed phlegmatically in the air; gave me gargantuan
gratification; free of cost.

Several of my ancestors fought gruesome battles in their lives,
Audaciously massacring prevalent evil; clashing swords to drive away the
obnoxious enemy,
In return they left me marathon years of perpetual bliss and freedom to live;
free of cost.

I used portable water parsimoniously in winter; preserving every droplet that
I could,
Educated the society about the indispensable need to store and relinquish
wastage,
In return when the tyranny of summer took its acrimonious toll; I received
colossal
amounts of water; free of cost.

I procured a battalion of children; playing with them for incessant hours of
the day,
Incorporating their persona with the essence of humanity; teaching them to
march
straight without leaning their weight,
In return when they transited to youth; their philanthropic deeds spread far
and wide; and
they bestowed upon me the pride of being their father; free of cost.

I built mammoth sanatoriums for those afflicted with disastrous pain,
Assisted the blind; crippled; and the impoverished to cross the street; doing
the best
I could within my affordable means,
In return I got the benevolent and unprejudiced blessings of the same; free
of cost.

I lived the entire of my life intensely loving the girl of my dreams,
Devoting Herculean amount of time towards those in tribulation; unrelentingly
attempting to fulfill my earthly tasks,
In return when I relinquished life and breath; the creator gave me a place in blissful heaven; free of cost.



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Free Saliva

 

When i spit saliva on brackish complexioned tan
ground,
there were pearly streaks of white formed amidst an
assemblage of disdainful
black.

when i spit saliva on the scintillating surface of
immaculate marble,
hordes of pedestrians tripped headlong; after an
encounter with the slippery
surface.

when i spit saliva on ravishing morsels of steaming
food,
the concoction transited to a fetid brown; hosting an
army of obnoxious
mosquito.

when i spit saliva on delectable pints of frosty milk,
the opulently prosperous liquid turned into fermented
bitter cream.

when i spit saliva on finely decimated granules of
sugar,
it produced a molten ointment of jaggery; deleterious
to health.

when i spit saliva on arid patches of blistering air,
the ambience was submerged in passionate
humidity; pacifying high strung
temper.

when i spit saliva on the surface of vast sapphire
ocean,
it simply faded into oblivion; diffusing amongst
colossal chains of trapped
salt.

when i spit saliva in vehicular petrol,
the elixir was rendered useless for further
use; failing miserably in its
attempts to rekindle the machine.

when i spit saliva on a jugglery of software
electronic,
the contraption hissed currents of venomous
electricity; electrocuting tender
bones in my skin.

when i spit saliva on slithering persona of jungle
reptile,
its demeanor glittered like pure gold; blended with
stripes of vibrant
yellow.

when i spit saliva on crisp sheets of morning paper,
the manuscript was reduced to threadbare pulp; with
distorted lines of English
literature.

when i spit saliva on burning embers of black coal,
the flames died a natural death; with sporadic spurts
in intensity.

when i spit saliva on parched soil of the desert,
it applauded my efforts; thanking me heartily for my
assiduous efforts.

and when i didn't spit saliva at all; my body
retaliated in poignant anger,
irresistible sensations proliferated in my mouth,
and i eventually burst open my constipated
mouth; emitting a frothy spray;
as it didn't cost me to spit loads of FREE SALIVA.


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

 

Freedom to laugh; uninhibitedly chortle whilst
embracing the fathomless expanse of the mystical
valley,



Freedom to talk; candidly voicing my innermost
opinions; with absolutely no restraints from the
conventional society,



Freedom to dance; vivaciously gyrate to the enchanting
beams of the milky moon; well past the heart of
ravishing midnight,




Freedom to socialize; blend with any organism; caste
or creed; that I was inevitably drawn too,



Freedom to write; inundating the periphery of
unfathomable bits of bonded paper; with the passion
circumventing my soul,




Freedom to sing; coherently or incoherently humming an
unsurpassable myriad of tunes; even as the world caged
itself in boundaries of malice,



Freedom to wink; flirtatiously philander in the aisles
of heavenly desire; through the romantically enigmatic
hills,



Freedom to dress; enveloping my impoverished persona;
with the cloth rustic embellishments of my choice,



Freedom to eat; feasting upon food from all quarters
of the planet; as long as it was robust; as long as it
was divine,



Freedom to romanticize; unrelentingly fantasize into
the wildest entrenchment's of exoticism; till times
immemorial,



Freedom to meditate; being profusely encompassed in
whirlwinds of profuse concentration; even as a
battalion of scorpions crawled down my nape,




Freedom to sleep; embracing everlasting slumber in the
flamboyantly flaming day; stare like an intransigent
owl all throughout the resplendently starry night,



Freedom to desire; handsomely floating through clouds
of fabulous silk; bowing down in timid obeisance upon
the feet of invincibly alluring angels,



Freedom to gallop; running in rhapsodic exhilaration
with the majestic winds; as the crimson fireball of
Sun tantalizingly set; behind the charismatic sky,



Freedom to procreate; evolving countless of my own
kind; magnanimously contributing my best to continue
God? s charming chapter of existence,



Freedom to swim; voraciously peddling through choppy
fountains of salty froth; as the undulating waves of
the enthralling ocean; catapulted me to a land above
ultimate paradise,



Freedom to survive; unequivocally extracting my share
of happiness from this parsimoniously lecherous
society,



Freedom to love; wholeheartedly accepting all with a
benign heart and tumultuous passion to serve God? s
humanity,



And most importantly freedom to live O! Almighty Lord;
making me the richest entity alive; relishing each
element of your impeccable planet till the last breath
I diffused; till the time I throbbed my last heart
beat...

(C) COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Freedom - 1

 

I pedal my bicycle furiously,
at unearthly hour of midnight,
ripping past juicy breeze of the summer month,
with increasing pressure on coiled springs,
compressed in plastic interiors of cycle seat.
{1}

frenzied movement of muscular leg,
thorough dismantle of combed hair,
watery mucus flowing through square nose,
body sac filled with pouches of exhilaration,
deactivating tense network of frayed nerve cell,
releasing trapped energies of my mind,
sweat drops of hate oozing out,
venom webs of complication snapping apart,
stale air gushing from wide open mouth,
cleansing dirt from contaminated platelets of blood,
i gradually arrive by the silent river side,
park my sleek bike on angular stand,
securing it with locked chain metal,
descend down the steps of the river,
splash my feet depleted of footwear,
with body blows of wind across my chest,
in the luke warm waters of the holy ganges.

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Freedom from life

 

A trembling little heart,
unable to express itself,
capsized by the will power of others,
waiting to be free from this earthly form,
feeble to posses it,
escaping far away from the graveyard of miseries,
in the midst of tremendous fight for existence,
breaks free at last from the vice like confinement of
self introversions,
like the core of the hot earth,
with molten lava gushing out at last,
after years of struggle and unrelenting strife,
which soon after eruption gets cooled by mother earth,
who cant let her surface be full of tears,
for if she starts weeping,
who will look after her millions of sons,
dying every minute of thirst, hunger, and inexplicable
pain,
struck with horrendous grief,
with a bleak future ahead, and no bright lights
shinining yo guide them ahead,
leaving them in alone in a world of blood thirst and
corruption,
to the never ending tale of gruesome death,
finding the true beating of the heart,
at least momentarily, in a river of gods love to
surround,
never saying yes to love, peace, affection and faith,
trailing away from the mysteries of life,
closing sinful chapters of existence forever.



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Fresh Birth

 

Almost every person on this fathomlessly enchanting earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; inimitably venerated mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unconquerably stared into the whites of my impoverished eyes; giving my unfinished optimism; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

Almost every person on this boundlessly spell binding earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; impregnably divine mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first interlocked her magical fingers with mine; giving my flagrantly unfinished conviction; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes….

Almost every person on this magnetically jubilant earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; celestially sacred mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first ardently kissed me on the contours of my destitute lips; giving my haplessly unfinished sensuality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes….

Almost every person on this unlimitedly emollient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; bountifully godly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first unrestrictedly surrendered her chastity to me; giving my hopelessly unfinished fertility; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes….

Almost every person on this unbelievably ecstatic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; innocuously Omnipotent mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first rescued me from the mortuaries of suicide; giving my treacherously unfinished desires; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

Almost every person on this unabashedly ebullient earth; observers his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; spell-bindingly Omniscient mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first sensuously traced her tantalizing fingers through every bone of my spine; giving my brutally unfinished vitality; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

Almost every person on this ubiquitously blessing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; triumphantly unflinching mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first embraced me in her insuperably mitigating grip; giving my despairingly unfinished footsteps; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes….

Almost every person on this timelessly endowing earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; Omnipresently vibrant mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first astoundingly sketched my nimbly shrunken form; giving my unsparingly unfinished identity; fresh birth; for an infinite more my destined lifetimes….

Almost every person on this limitlessly enthralling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; unshakably faithful mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first blown her fierily immortal breath on my cheeks; giving my lividly unfinished deliriousness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

Almost every person on this interminably majestic earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; blessedly unparalleled mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first mischievously cavorted with me through sparkling ponds of rain; giving my egregiously unfinished monotony; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

Almost every person on this beautifully bounteous earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; indomitably godly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uttered my name from her unfettered tongue; giving my pathetically unfinished integrity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

Almost every person on this inscrutably tingling earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perpetually altruistic mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first inseparably mated with me; giving my treacherously unfinished manhood; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes….

Almost every person on this poignantly candid earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; incomparably benign mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first proposed me as her ultimate lifepartner; giving my unbearably unfinished hysteria; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

Almost every person on this eclectically egalitarian earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; perennially towering mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first cast her venerated shadow upon mine; giving my insouciantly unfinished stride; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

Almost every person on this gigantically blessed earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; enchantingly ameliorating mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first uncontrollably tickled me with her big toe; giving my deplorably unfinished ashes of intensity; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes….

Almost every person on this unsurpassably undying earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; beautifully unadulterated mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first signed her every impression upon my blood; giving my indescribably unfinished cowardliness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes….

Almost every person on this incredulously vivacious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; wonderfully unprejudiced mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first made me sleep in her selflessly humanitarian lap; giving my indiscriminately unfinished restlessness; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

Almost every person on this untiringly victorious earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; undefeatedly queenly mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first placed her miraculously emancipating palms on my frazzled head; giving my ruthlessly unfinished frustrations; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes….

And almost every person on this amazingly proliferating earth; observes his birthday on the date that he was born of the womb of his; unshakably royal mother,
But I for one; would like to wholeheartedly celebrate only that very day as my birthday; when she’d first bonded every beat of her heart with mine; giving my cursedly unfinished love; fresh birth; for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Freshly Born

 

I will never kiss lips other than yours till the time
I breathed my last breath; incorrigibly refraining
from indulging in the web of licentious desire,
And if ever I did; it would only be your voluptuous
armory of seductive smiles; freshly born once again…

I will never stare into eyes other than yours till the
time I breathed my last breath; abhorring the most
gorgeous of alien eyeballs like infinitesimal strands
of worthless broomstick,
And if ever I did; it will only be your island of
tantalizing eyelashes; freshly born once again….

I will never caress skin other than yours till the
time I breathed my last breath; disdainfully shrugging
the very prospect of ravishing complexion under my
nonchalant frowns,
And if ever I did; it will only be your river of
mesmerizing perspiration; freshly born once again…

I will never fondle hair other than yours till the
time I breathed my last breath; disregarding the most
titillating conglomerate of silk; like infinite
mosquitoes descending from the sky,
And if ever I did; it will only be your blanket of
stupendously enchanting eyebrows; freshly born once
again….

I will never drown in any voice other than yours till
the time I breathed my last breath; massacring even
the most exotic trace of sound hovering in untamed
vicinity,
And if ever I did; it will only be your melodious
ocean of poignant tunes; freshly born once again…

I will never frolic with a persona other than yours
till the time I breathed my last breath; sequestering
myself in wholesome oblivion amidst the juggernaut of
boisterous activity in this chaotic world,
And if ever I did; it will only be your innocuously
divine progeny; freshly born once again….

I will never worship footsteps other than yours till
the time I breathed my last breath; perennially
closing my ears to the most ravenously rhapsodic
maidens in this boundless Universe,
And if ever I did; it will only be your incredulously
royal shadow; freshly born once again….

I will never blend with palms other than yours till
the time I breathed my last breath; blowing all
magnetic touch lingering in the atmosphere; under the
languid yawns which entrenched my mouth,
And if ever I did; it will only be your cavalcade of
profusely impeccable destiny lines; freshly born once
again…

I will never mingle with breath other than yours till
the time I breathed my last breath; remaining as
stoical as white ice; even as the most fabulous of
seductresses overwhelmed me with their charismatic
fragrance,
And if ever I did; it will only be your flurry of
insurmountably passionate gasps; freshly born once
again….

I will never love any heart other than yours till the
time I breathed my last breath; standing like an
invincible fortress against the most inevitable of
alluring assaults,
And if ever I did; then it will only be your
everlasting paradise of pulsating beats; freshly born
once again….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»From Darkness to Light

 

Brown smoke rose from the tall chimney,
sinister eagles glided creating powerful draughts of
wind,
grey lizards swished their tail as they clawed
upwards,
dried moisture from the river bank descended on the
tapered structure,
engulfing parched skin of concrete with paltry amounts
of natural coolant.

high up in the tower dwelt a grizzly haired man,
solitude camouflaged him in totality,
shriveled bones of his body shone prominently,
silky white beard flowed majestically from his facial
contours,
adorned he was in godly robes of saffron gold,
each of his finger was studded with a mystical charm,
there lay a crystal globe abreast of him,
which he presumed dissipated entangled enigmas of
life.

an affluent man met him with loads of hope,
bereft he was of precious centers of life bestowing
vision,
he had groped about in darkness ever since he was
born.
the eccentric saint stared at him for long hours,
commanded him to kiss the crystal trophy, containing
perfumed mountain shrub
and water,
sprinkled all parts of his persona with pinches of
turmeric powder,
smeared his eyes with a paste of rabbit whisker and
boiled mushroom,
chanted spell bounding rhymes with proficient ease,
swayed like a maniac expending all energy possesed by
his wrinkled feet,
the transformation that occured was breathtaking,
transparent globules of water welled up in the mans
eyes,
blurred outlines of the room became slowly visible,
decades of agony in dark seemed to be fading fast,
he could now see the razor sharp outlines of ducks in
the river,
as fresh rays of morning sunlight caressed him with
their full might.


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»From earthly Jail to heaven…

 

From earthly Jail to heaven…


Freedom at last in the winds of triumphantly bountiful heaven; where there prevailed not the tiniest iota of blasphemous lies and treachery; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to heal every inexplicable wound- in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the landscapes of brilliantly enlightening heaven; where every conceivable route only led to eternally fructifying happiness; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to wholesomely banish every sin of a countless past lives—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the mists of unconquerably empowering heaven; where there existed only the religion of immortally bonding humanity; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to annihilate each dastardly prejudice of the soul—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the arms of fearlessly miraculous heaven; where the most fathomless sums of money were treated like feckless shit; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to inundate each tyrannized persona with boundless love—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the footsteps of immeasurably wondrous heaven; where there existed no pain; no misery; no imperceptible suffering; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to uplift each ingredient of your blood towards the ultimate destination of your life—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the cradle of mellifluously invincible heaven; where there forever ruled only the principles of ubiquitous equality; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to magically vanquish the parasite—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the waves of sensuously emancipating heaven; where even the most wildest of unfinished fantasies were royally replenished; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to scrap the very ruthless definition of monotony—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the whispers of magnetically charismatic heaven; where even the most inconsolably traumatized of tears were metamorphosed into priceless pearls; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to impregnably fortify each dying aspect of existence—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the walls of insuperably fragrant heaven; where every bit of truth which was unflinchingly spoken was given the highest respect; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to perennially terminate all lies—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the corridors of ecstatically undefeated heaven; where grotesque cowardice completely dissolved to sow the seeds of unparalleled Samaritan bravery; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to inexhaustibly inspire one and all alike—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the horizons of everlastingly sacrosanct heaven; where there palpitated inimitable purity in each heart; soul and bounteous conscience; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to pave a way through the most flagrant of storms—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the eyes of unbelievably passionate heaven; where a cloudburst of sensuality reigned supreme in even the most oblivious of leaf; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to proliferate each stagnating body into an infinite—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the cisterns of endlessly mesmerizing heaven; where maiming hopelessness and haplessness were never born; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to lead each benign heart to victory—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the tunes of euphorically infallible heaven; where the melody of unlimited natural creation was the ultimate mantra and panacea of each instant; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to end all devastating war—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the aisles of fantastically ameliorating heaven; where even the most unbearably excruciating of pain dissolved into the wands of love; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to timelessly lead towards unshakable prosperity—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the wings of indefatigably romantic heaven; where every true lover perpetually became one with its endearing partner; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to forever protect against all evil—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the clouds of blissfully altruistic heaven; where every perceivable greed and satanic desire was forever quelled by the songs of divinely contentment; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to behead every rapacious devil—in blessed abundance everywhere,

Freedom at last in the canvas of astoundingly sensitive heaven; where there torrentially rained nothing else but beautifully ravishing poetry; with the Omnipotent light of the Creator to forever befriend each emaciated soul—in blessed abundance everywhere,

But unfortunately, Jail and salaciously penalizing jail till the end of destined life; as I got up with a jolt of lightening from my nocturnal sleep; wishing and only wishing for veritable death; to transit me from this earthly jail to Omniscient heaven; once again….

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