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»Feathers

 

When I was tickled with feathers of ghastly lies; I
felt beads of insurmountably anguish and desperation
overwhelmingly creep up; on every cranny of my
impoverished persona,

When I was tickled with feathers of overwhelming
commercialism; I felt as if rotting abominably in
dungeons of horrifically sinister stagnation,

When I was tickled with feathers of abhorrent malice;
I felt as if everything around me in this colossally
mesmerizing Universe; was a threadbare mirage of
gruesomely insipid nothingness,

When I was tickled with feathers of indiscriminate
racializm; I felt as if dagger heads of veritable
death; had stabbed me countless kilometers beneath my
gory grave,

When I was tickled with feathers of barbaric
bloodshed; I felt an uncanny shudder paralyze each
element of my spine; collapsed in an ungainly heap on
the obdurate ground; relinquishing even the tiniest
desire to live,

When I was tickled with feathers of insanely
treacherous madness; I felt the artist in me stifle
into horrendous oblivion; the harmonious air around
me; ominously infiltrating each arena of my innocuous
flesh,

When I was tickled with feathers of lecherous
savagery; I felt every shade of passionate poignancy
evaporate from my blood; plunged into the valley of
extinction; instead of melanging with satanically
blood sucking society,

When I was tickled with feathers of betrayal; I felt
more devastated than the morbidly ghastly coffins;
abnegating wholesomely from all desire and worldly
virtues of exotic life,

When I was tickled with feathers of lackadaisical
monotony; I felt as if every iota of God’s voluptuous
planet was being ruthlessly lambasted; went deep into
the mystical forests to meditate till my absolute end,

When I was tickled with feathers of relentless
hostility; I felt as if the entire earth had become a
capriciously frigid thread of religion; with the
spirit of everlasting humanity disappearing into the
aisles of non-existence,

When I was tickled with feathers of deplorably raunchy
slavery; I felt as if there was no difference between
man and animal; cursing every entity; menacingly under
my enslaved breath,

When I was tickled with feathers of despondently
crippling solitude; I felt as if being pushed into a
dungeon of scorpions every unleashing minute;
clenching my teeth till the last bone of my
exhilarated body split into a boundless pieces,

When I was tickled with feathers of manipulative give
and take; I felt as if my existence was a meaningless
gutter of foul sewage; with philanthropism and good
will being things of waywardly obsolete past,

When I was tickled with feathers of disparagingly
condemnable abuse; I felt each part of my rubicund
flesh invidiously tarnished; unable to relive my
original euphoria; even after a million baths,

When I was tickled with feathers of despairingly
bizarre blackness; I felt as if optimism was a desert
that had perennially dried up; as I slithered
aimlessly in a whirlpool of uncouth savagery,

When I was tickled with feathers of ludicrously
everlasting castigation; I felt as if there was no
value of art in this diabolically cold blooded world;
drowned myself forever in the ocean of my shattered
versatility,

When I was tickled with feathers of dastardly
terrorism; I felt as the world had departed from all
elements of fabulous brotherhood and empathy;
unrelentingly wailed for the innocently beheaded;
before I decided to slit; the conglomerate of my
intricate veins apart,

When I was tickled with feathers of disastrously
orphaned poverty; I felt tumultuously enraged at the
unsurpassably rich; at blowing their surplus opulence
in spurious cigar smoke and wine; whils’t their naked
counterparts outside shivered to an unbearable death,

But when I was tickled with feathers of immortally
uninhibited love; I felt the most bountifully endowed
entity alive; at last felt the beats of my truculently
massacred heart; reach inside my chest to forever lead
and romance with; majestic life…





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

 

Fertility. Is what every true brain on this fathomless Universe unrelentingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most invincibly spell binding festoon of ideas; upon which countless more generations ahead could solely run.

Fertility. Is what every true soil on this boundless Universe endlessly seeks; in order to blossom into the most robustly enamoring of fruit and food; wonderfully mollifying the preposterously emaciated stomachs of trillions thereby.

Fertility. Is what every true finger on this limitless Universe unceasingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most fructifying canvases of royally unfettered artistry; brilliantly metamorphosing even the most infinitesimal speck of robotically brutally monotony; into an unimpeachably spotless paradise; thereby.

Fertility. Is what every true sky on this untiring Universe ardently seeks; in order to blossom into the most tantalizingly rhapsodic of clouds; which perennially ensured that planet earth triumphantly bloomed with compassion and not lecherously lamenting drought.

Fertility. Is what every true ocean on this astounding Universe undyingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most quintessential frosty cisterns of salt; upon which profusely relied the taste buds of the entire resplendently living race.

Fertility. Is what every true throat on this effulgent Universe interminably seeks; in order to blossom into the most mellifluously titillating tunes of togetherness; to which every cranny of this remorsefully manipulative planet today; danced in uninhibitedly vivacious abandon.

Fertility. Is what every true flesh on this timeless Universe infallibly seeks; in order to blossom into the most victorious goose-bumps of insuperable excitement; which blissfully transcended the whiplashes of inexplicable desperation forever and ever and ever.

Fertility. Is what every true eye on this unending Universe constantly seeks; in order to blossom into the most intriguingly bewitching of panoramic fantasy; which inculcated fresh rays of hope into even the most ghastily extinguishing organism on this planet.

Fertility. Is what every true armpit on this inexhaustible Universe tirelessly seeks; in order to blossom into the most euphorically exhilarating droplets of golden sweat; which miraculously transformed all oblivions of profane laziness into perpetually emollient perseverance.

Fertility. Is what every true mother on this optimistic Universe indefatigably seeks; in order to blossom into the most pricelessly impregnable fountains of milk; so that there evolves a formidably fearless and undefeated generation; of the tomorrow.

Fertility. Is what every true man and woman on this majestic Universe unendingly seek; in order to blossom into the most fragrantly blessed chapters of god’s creation; which forever ensured that none could put brakes to the symbiotic proliferation of planet divine.

Fertility. Is what every true mirror on this eternal Universe intransigently seeks; in order to blossom into the most irrefutably unconquerable reflections of honesty; which acted as the sole pivot for gripping the chords of this bounteously jubilant planet.

Fertility. Is what every true soldier on this inscrutable Universe inextricably seeks; in order to blossom into the most peerlessly blazing sun of martyrdom; so that countless other innocent civilians could forever sleep in unfettered peace.

Fertility. Is what every true Sun on this unconquerable Universe uncompromisingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most triumphant beams of unprejudiced heroism; which enlightened every pathetically beleaguered space upon this iridescent planet.

Fertility. Is what every true vein on this benign Universe wholeheartedly seeks; in order to blossom into the most impeccably egalitarian and humanitarian droplets of blood; which timelessly amalgamated every speck of the planet into the threads of unassailably noble brotherhood.

Fertility. Is what every true bee on this Samaritan Universe fervently seeks; in order to blossom into the most unbelievably melodious caverns of honey; which put all wanton consternation in the atmosphere to an eternal rest.

Fertility. Is what every true soul on this ebullient Universe undefeatedly seeks; in order to blossom into the most benevolent ideals of peace; harmony; friendship and humanity; upon which were erected the original foundations of this planet; by the Almighty Lord.

Fertility. Is what every true nostril on this poignant Universe inexorably seeks; in order to blossom into the most inimitably pungent chapters of sparkling life; which paid an wholesomely incorrigible deaf ear; to the wails of the devil and death.

And Fertility. Is what every true heart on this spectacular Universe incessantly seeks; in order to blossom into the most torrentially Omnipotent Cloudshowers of love; which were the ultimate panacea for every disease and suffering ever thriving on this impoverished planet.

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Fiery Passionate

 

The color of the moon was pure white; with its pearly
rays illuminating the profoundly ghastly night,

The color of the sky was crystalline blue; with its
conglomerate of silken clouds playing hide and seek
with the sunlight,

The color of the lips was rosy pink; with their
voluptuous periphery making even the most diabolical
of entity succumb to their knees,

The color of the night was gruesome black; with its
enchantment casting a mystical spell on all animate
and inanimate hovering around,

The color of gold was glittering yellow; and its glow
besieging every eye that sighted it with an immortal
longing for impregnable supremacy,

The color of the rainbow was vivaciously vivid; with
the world staring at it in unfathomable fascination,

The color of the deserts was timidly brown; with its
colossal expanse of sands absorbing unsuspecting
travelers in its slippery swirl,

The color of hair was as dark as the eerie tunnel;
with its boundless fibers swishing in waves of
enigmatic euphoria,

The color of farm chili was parrot green; with its
piquant spice fomenting tears to ooze at random from
the eyes,

The color of blood was handsomely scarlet; with its
stains irrefutably refraining to erase once applied,

The color of the ocean was royally sapphire; with its
ravishing waves striking gleefully against the jagged
chain of glistening rocks,

The color of the infant was amicably pearly; with its
incessant cries making it the unconquerable darling of
all who passed by,

The color of the savage convict was steel grey; with
his eyes burning fire and profuse vindication at being
jailed for long years,

The color of soil was majestically bronze; with its
stupendous layers of fertility blossoming into robust
crop; ensuring that mankind never dwindled; never
died,

The color of the mother was sacredly frosty;
sequestering her baby from the most inconspicuous of
evil lurking about in this world,

The color of the fish was delectably silver; gliding
its way tantalizingly through the deep expanse of
obscure waters,

The color of ice was stringently transparent; with its
astounding prowess to cool providing reprieve to
millions of adventurers in scorching heat,

The color of water was austerely plain; with its
sparkling globules pacifying the thirst of fathomless
beings every unleashing second of the day,

The color of fire was incredulously golden; with its
crackling flames imparting unsurpassable warmth to
every human shivering on the streets in acerbic
winter,

The color of the creator was a blend of all colors
existing on this earth; the most magnificent shade of
them all; silencing everyone his supremely Omnipotent
power and invincible grace,

And the color of love was FIERY PASSIONATE;
imprisoning every human; imprisoning every breathing
organism in the flame of its agony; the cloud of its
incomprehensible desire…







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

 

50% Vivacious; 50 % Vexed,
50 % Fresh; 50 % Feverish,
50 % Friendly; 50 % Fiend,
50 % Resplendent; 50 % Raunchy,
50 % Felicitating; 50 % False,
50 % Prosperous; 50 % Penurious,
50 % Brilliant; 50 % Baseless,
50 % Dreaming; 50 % Devil,
50 % Smiling; 50 % Satanic,
50 % Kinsman; 50 % Knived,
50 % Luminescent; 50 % Lecherous,
50 % Ideal; 50 % Idle,
50 % Sunshine; 50 % Salacious,
50 % Doughty; 50 % Diabolical,
50 % Honest; 50 % Hedonistic,
50 % Omnipotent; 50 % Obsolescent,
50 % Victorious; 50 % Vicarious,
50 % Fantasizing; 50 % Feckless,
50 % Amiable; 50 % Atrocious,
50 % Wholesome; 50 % Withering,
50 % Innovative; 50 % Insomniac,
50 % Blithe; 50 % Bigot,
50 % Congenial; 50 % Cunning,
50 % Doll; 50 % Dreary,
50 % Mollifying; 50 % Monstrous,
50 % Go; 50 % Garrulous,
50 % Heavenly; 50 % Haughty,
50 % Jubilant; 50 % Jailing,
50 % Memorable; 50 % Mad,
50 % Divine; 50 % Dastardly,
50 % Celestial; 50 % Cowardly,
50 % Benign; 50 % Baneful,
50 % Breath; 50 % Breathless,
50 % Enchanting; 50 % Egregious,
50 % Exotic; 50 % Earthquake,
50 % Princely; 50 % Penalizing,
50 % Fathomless; 50 % Filching,
50 % Nightingale; 50 % Nightmarish,
50 % Culpable; 50 % Criminal,
50 % Embellished; 50 % Empty,
50 % Articulate; 50 % Abject,
50 % Royal; 50 % Ragamuffin,
50 % Uninhibited; 50 % Usurped,
50 % Unassailable; 50 % Uxorious,
50 % Bountiful; 50 % Barren,
50 % Seductive; 50 % Sabbatical,
50 % Wonderful; 50 % Wastrel,
50 % Passionate; 50 % Parsimonious,
50 % Mesmerizing; 50 % Mercurial,
50 % Understanding; 50 % Uncouth,
50 % Gratifying; 50 % Gaseous,
50 % Emollient; 50 % Evaporating,
50 % Serenading; 50 % Silent,
50 % Palatial; 50 % Preposterous,
50 % Regale; 50 % Rougish,
50 % Real; 50 % Retrospect,
50 % Vibrant; 50 % Vindictive,
50 % Voluptuous; 50 % Viscid,
50 % Tantalizing; 50 % Taciturn,
50 % Dynamic; 50 % Deteriorating,
50 % Piquant; 50 % Purposeless,
50 % Volatile; 50 % Vanishing, ’
50 % Mischievous; 50 % Maudlin,
50 % Kissing; 50 % Kleptomaniac,
50 % Nubile; 50 % Nictitating,
50 % Learned; 50 % Libidinous,
50 % Ameliorating; 50 % Amateurish,
50 % Magnetic; 50 % Megalomaniac,
50 % Hot; 50 % Hypocrite,
50 % Commemorating; 50 % Conundrum,
50 % Exploring; 50 % Ending,
50 % Fructifying; 50 % Foolhardy,
50 % Sagacious; 50 % Suckered,
50 % Titillating; 50 % Tyrannical,
50 % Ubiquitous; 50 % Unbelievable,
50 % Beautiful; 50 % Bourgeoisie,
50 % Callisthenic; 50 % Commercial,
50 % Evolving; 50 % Exonerating,
50 % Symbiotic; 50 % Sleazy,
50 % Luscious; 50 % Livid,
50 % Connubial; 50 % Cannibalistic,
50 % Handsome; 50 % Halitosis,
50 % Nostalgic; 50 % Nymphomaniac,
50 % Dutiful; 50 % Delinquent,
50 % Propitious; 50 % Perfidious,
50 % Rhapsodic; 50 % Revengeful,
50 % Enamoring; 50 % Entropy,
50 % Abounding; 50 % Amorphous,
50 % Astounding; 50 % Abjuring,
50 % Convivial; 50 % Camouflaging,
50 % Winning; 50 % Wounded,
50 % Looming; 50 % Laconic,
50 % Fervent; 50 % Freezing,
50 % Sensational; 50 % Senile,
50 % Venerated; 50 % Vociferous,
50 % Burgeoning; 50 % Bucolic,
50 % Heart-rendering; 50 % Heartless,
50 % Dancing; 50 % Dogmatic,
50 % Effeminate; 50 % Ennui,
50 % Ebullient; 50 % Enervating,
50 % Eternal; 50 % Emasculating,
50 % Unsurpassable; 50 % Underdeveloped,
50 % Impeccable; 50 % Ignominious,
50 % Acclimatizing; 50 % Acrimonious,
50 % Adventurous; 50 % Avaricious,
50 % Fearless; 50 % Fastidious,
50 % Celebrating; 50 % Castrating,
50 % Gigantic; 50 % Genocidal,
50 % Replenishing; 50 % Ravenous,
50 % Temperate; 50 % Tempestuous,
50 % Patriotic; 50 % Parasitic,
50 % Paradise; 50 % Paradoxical,
50 % Twinkling; 50 % Truculent,
50 % Enigmatic; 50 % Extinguishing,
50 % Jaunty; 50 % Jinxed,
50 % Loquacious; 50 % Listless,
50 % Quintessential; 50 % Quarrelsome,
50 % Sacrosanct; 50 % Somnambulistic,
50 % Philosophical; 50 % Pallid,
50 % Specialized; 50 % Sundry,
50 % Coherent; 50 % Carcinogenic,
50 % Restorative; 50 % Repugnant,
50 % Illuminating; 50 % Insipid,
50 % Illustrious; 50 % Imbecile,
50 % Disciplined; 50 % Deleterious,
50 % Dainty; 50 % Derelict,
50 % Ingratiating; 50 % Infantile,
50 % Blossoming; 50 % Bones,
50 % Blessing; 50 % Bloody,
50 % Marvelous; 50 % Mimicking,
50 % Musical; 50 % Mute,
50 % Cavorting; 50 % Cremating,
50 % Delicious; 50 % Deserted,
50 % Nutritious; 50 % Nonchalant,
50 % Pragmatic; 50 % Pirated,
50 % Scholarly; 50 % Skewed,
50 % Aristocratic; 50 % Aboriginal,
50 % Altruistic; 50 % Abolishing,
50 % Artistic; 50 % Abusive,
50 % Robust; 50 % Redundant,
50 % Zealous; 50 % Zany,
50 % Operational; 50 % Oblivious,
50 % Exhilarating; 50 % Excruciating,
50 % Focused; 50 % Faltering,
50 % Blazing; 50 % Bestial,
50 % Bonding; 50 % Blasphemous,
50 % Galloping; 50 % Gibberish,
50 % Mellifluous; 50 % Malicious,
50 % Praiseworthy; 50 % Posthumous,
50 % Intoxicating; 50 % Immolating,
50 % Versatile; 50 % Vampire,
50 % Soothing; 50 % Sycophant,
50 % Pious; 50 % Prurient,
50 % Photogenic; 50 % Pulverized,
50 % Romantic; 50 % Rebellious,
50 % Innocuous; 50 % Irascible,
50 % Timeless; 50 % Transient,
50 % Effulgent; 50 % Ethereal,
50 % Nocturnal; 50 % Nonsensical,
50 % Natural; 50 % Nefarious,
50 % Great; 50 % Gratuitous,
50 % Pristine; 50 % Pregnant,
50 % Quelling; 50 % Quarantine,
50 % Heritage; 50 % Hatred,
50 % Sensuous; 50 % Sacrilegious,
50 % Laudatory; 50 % Libelous,
50 % Springing; 50 % Sadistic,
50 % Impregnable; 50 % Iconoclastic,
50 % Voracious; 50 % Vociferous,
50 % Prolific; 50 % Parrying,
50 % Vocational; 50 % Vituperative,
50 % Thunderous; 50 % Tawdry,
50 % Righteous; 50 % Rhetoric,
50 % Benevolent; 50 % Boorish,
50 % Efficacious; 50 % Exasperating,
50 % Misty; 50 % Misogynist,
50 % Nourishing; 50 % Neophyte,
50 % Fascinating; 50 % Foolish,
50 % Delightful; 50 % Deplorable,
50 % Systematic; 50 % Sonorous,
50 % Cosmic; 50 % Connived,
50 % Commonsense; 50 % Conundrum,
50 % Maverick; 50 % Mutilated,
50 % Melanging; 50 % Mutinous,
50 % Synchronized; 50 % Satanic,
50 % Perspicacious; 50 % Pinned,
50 % Levitating; 50 % Laggard,
50 % Silken; 50 % Sledging,
50 % Jingling; 50 % Jarring,
50 % Opulent; 50 % Obnoxious,
50 % Perfectionist; 50 % Puerile,
50 % Affable; 50 % Agnostic,
50 % Fulsome; 50 % Flatulent,
50 % Rhyming; 50 % Refurbished,
50 % Opulent; 50 % Orphaned,
50 % Child-Like; 50 % Castrated,
50 % Pleasurable; 50 % Plotting,

And 100 % Immortal Love; 100% Immortal Love till times beyond infinite infinity,

Is what has been; is; and shall forever be; the chapter of Perennially infinitesimal and worthlessly molecular human life….

©COPYRIGHT-2005, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Find me a girl?

 

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your amazingly bohemian behavior; without the tiniest of slang or ostentation adorning your nakedly rustic demeanor?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your vivaciously uninhibited spontaneity; without the most infinitesimal of shrewdness or malice tarnishing your soul?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your timidly plaintive personality; without the most minuscule of brawn or dominance brilliantly shouldering your personality?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for the scent of your righteously hard earned sweat; without the most inane trace of contemporary machismo radiating from your countenance?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your unabashedly mischievous and uncut nails; without the most insipid tinge of suaveness beautifying your shadow?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your vivaciously unpretentious laughter; without the most oblivious insinuation of restraint engulfing your form?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your state of glaring nothingness; without the most infidel presence of the currency note in entire of your destined existence?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your open-heartedness-your devoting your entire life to humanity instead of praising her; without the most obfuscated tinge of manipulation in your stride?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your wholesome renunciation of desire; without the most evanescent inferno of longing running through your intricate veins?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your everlasting evolution of an infinite poetic forms; without the most ethereal ingredient of profit enshrouding your destiny lines?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your maniacal faithfulness; without the most transient shades of partying; merry-making and socializing; circumscribing your existence?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your spirit of tirelessly unflinching patriotism; without the most ephemeral innuendo of homeliness surrounding your silhouette?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your untamed footprints; without the most feckless imagery of pragmatic worldly direction evoking your brain?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for the immortal love throbbing in your heart; without the most orphaned trace of religion; nationality; caste; creed; ever associated with your persona?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your insatiably uncurbed fantasies; without the most fugitive beam of earthly saneness; enveloping your identity?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your honestly unrestricted tears; without the most invisible trace of contemporary sun-glasses stylishly sequestering your eyes?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for the pricelessly insuperable humanity in your blood; without the most disappearing ounce of racially discriminating commercialism fortifying your bones?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your inimitably unique and profound personality; without the most evaporating iota of spell-binding magic descending down your spine?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your pristinely untainted breath; without the most vanishing firmament of state-of-the-art perfume wafting from the pores of your skin?

Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your perennially compassionate heartbeats; without the most threadbare whiff of stardom and cynosure revolving round your palms?

And if you did in some impossible way or the other succeed in finding such a girl; then first and foremost prove it to me that she was actually an ordinary human being like everyone of us on this gigantic planet; and not the Omniscient Lord in disguise?

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Finding Heaven on Earth-In the Prostitutes Form

 

Tell me. Does the Omnipotent Sun in anyways; blaze through her impoverished dwelling an iota less; than it unrelentingly streams in through the bricks of your sanctimoniously incarcerated castle?

Tell me. Do the poignantly royal roses in anyways; waft their mesmerizing redolence through her dingy dwelling an iota less; than they unremittingly enlighten every conceivable morbid space in your chauvinistically victimizing castle?

Tell me. Does the iridescently milky moonlight in anyways; majestically enamor her shattered dwelling an iota less; than it celestially sweeps across the ostentatiously emotionless chimneys of your sonorously prejudiced castle?

Tell me. Do the nightingales in anyways; ecstatically sing the songs of victory around her inconspicuous dwelling an iota less; than they perennially murmur the hymns of mellifluous freedom in the brutally ensnared gardens of your fetidly dictatorial castle?

Tell me. Do the untamed forests in anyways; cast their spells of unconquerable mysticism on her match-boxed dwelling an iota less; than they timelessly and inscrutably whisper upon the caged boundaries of your atrociously sadistic castle?

Tell me. Do the boundless oceans in anyways; perpetuate their rhapsodic tanginess upon her dingy dwelling an iota less; than they uninhibitedly grant new definitions of unbridled liberation to your sacrilegiously damned castle?

Tell me. Does the victoriously unabashed breeze in anyways; magnificently cool her truncated dwelling an iota less; than it undauntedly soothes every despairingly frazzled nerve within the realms of your acrimoniously perverted castle?

Tell me. Does the euphorically torrential rain in anyways; timelessly fertilize her penurious dwelling an iota less; than it thunderously sweeps every ounce of cadaverous fretfulness from each adulterated whisker of your demonically chained castle?

Tell me. Do the first beams of optimistically unfettered dawn in anyways; ebulliently caress her measly dwelling an iota less; than they bestow fresh rays of priceless hope to every callously blackened cranny of your heartlessly wanton castle?

Tell me. Do the limitlessly fantasizing clouds of heaven in anyways; voluptuously enshroud her restricted dwelling an iota less; than they transcend over every bit of tyrannically diabolical monotony in your ominously worthless castle?

Tell me. Do the seeds of a blissfully futuristic tomorrow in anyways; compassionately blossom infront of her mercurial dwelling an iota less; than they brilliantly transform every ounce of impotence into invincible fertility; in your uncouthly monotonous castle?

Tell me. Do the iridescent stars in anyways; triumphantly twinkle upon her miserly dwelling an iota less; than they brilliantly illuminate every torturously slandering night in your cold-bloodedly devilish castle?

Tell me. Does the sky of impregnably truth in anyways; unassailably bestow its essence of mellifluous sweetness upon her evanescent dwelling an iota less; than it perennially metamorphoses every whisker of debauchery in your raunchy castle; into an undefeated paradise of righteousness?

Tell me. Does the chapter of eternally blessing procreation in anyways; insuperably enters her stingy dwelling an iota less; than it unceasingly abounds and sacredly inhabits every single living being in your fecklessly cavalier castle?

Tell me. Does the lap of divinely mother nature in anyways; tirelessly shower its spectacularly robust fruits upon her naked dwelling an iota less; than it royally replenishes even the tiniest desire of all those residing; in your ornately subjugated castle?

Tell me. Do the steps of the Omnipresent temple in anyways; perpetually shower their philanthropically unbiased blessings upon her bourgeoisie dwelling an iota less; than they forever remain potently present in your claustrophobically robotic castle?

Tell me. Does the Universe of unendingly titillating life in anyways; handsomely proliferate in her side-lined dwelling an iota less; than it inevitably replaces every element of deadened injustice; in your lifelessly bigoted castle?

Tell me. Does the heartbeat of immortal love in anyways; perennially fructify in her ethereal dwelling an iota less; than it indefatigably celebrates the true fervor of inimitably unparalleled existence; in your despicably anarchist castle?






So if God and his Omnipresent Nature didn’t differentiate the slightest; then tell me you inconsiderately venomous man; who hell were you to consider the sensuously nubile prostitute; a horridly sinful untouchable; who the hell were you to consider the tirelessly bewitching prostitute a deplorably live carrier of disease; devastation; unpardonable betrayal; devilish licentiousness and hopelessly silencing death,
Amazingly and specially even after you surreptitiously fathered countless more of your own kind; via that same unshakably ravishing prostitute form; finding the most gloriously victorious of heavens right here on planet earth and in the tantalizing recesses of her bosom divine…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Firewood and Beer

 

When I lit a fire in the peak of sweltering summer; with the Sun dazzling to a fiery radiance in the sky,
Amalgamating pieces of dry logwood and scores of incongruously shaped leaves,
Adding several sheets of crumpled paper along with a plethora of dilapidated brick,
The conflagration caught fumes rapidly; with amber flames leaping at electric speeds towards the clouds,
However I soon extinguished the blaze splashing gigantic buckets of river water; as I could no longer bear the tumultuous heat; with large beads of sweat trickling down my nape.

When I lit a fire under the ominously dark sky; with the thunder clouds partially obliterating my gaze,
The Sun playing hide and seek like a frivolous maiden; appearing for flash seconds; then disappearing again for marathon hours of time,
An ambience of ethereal blackness encompassing the atmosphere; with birds making their journeys homewards,
The majestic peacock spreading the plumage of its kingly feathers; to mesmerizing semicircles,
The fumes no doubt rose to unprecedented heights; however they soon subsided in entirety; as torrential showers of rain came pelting down.

When I lit a fire midway through autumn; with tropical trees sporadically shedding their foliage,
Gathering dead chunks of dilapidated timber; impregnating them with a bulky sheaf of burnt grass blades,
The tepid stream waters gently striking my dreary toes; profoundly accentuated ripples causing high rising waves,
Melodious chirping of the nightingale permeating the air; with a conglomerate of enchanting sounds,
The fumes had a merry time as they swirled in the air; however I annihilated the same; beating them frantically with gunny bags; as they interfered with the moderately cool air hitting my eyes.

And when I lit a fire amidst the snow clad mountain; in the acridly blowing breeze of chilly winter,
Painstakingly managing to ignite the lumber twigs and leaf; rekindling it incessantly with intermittent applications of the rake,
Shielding it from the irrevocable onslaught of gusty winds; camouflaging it under a canvas tent,
A drum replete with lager beer placed by my shivering persona; I felt warm waves of heat instantly soothing the array of goose bumps formed on my skin,
Expressed gratitude from the inner most core of my heart; to the FIREWOOD AND BEER for saving my life from the freezing cold.


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»First

 

Even the most insuperably Omnipotent of Sun had to
intransigently burn itself first; before imparting
boundless galleries of optimistically mitigating and
enchanting daylight,

Even the most unbelievably voluptuous waves had to
clash against the cold-blooded rocks first; before
diffusing into an exhilarating odyssey of timelessly
poignant froth,

Even the most iridescently emollient stars had to
float in obscurely disdainful clouds and blackness
first; before entrancing the entire Universe with an
endless stream of spell bindingly cavorting twinkle,

Even the most indomitably towering mountains had to
face the indiscriminate whiplash of gratuitously
inexorable storm; rain and traitors first; before
compassionately sequestering countless helpless in
their invincible belly,

Even the most harmoniously synergistic of bees had to
get unsparingly mobbed in their hives first; before
exuding into the most bountifully fructifying of
majestically golden honey,

Even the most prolifically talented writers had to cry
a billion tears of eccentric frustration first; before
evolving a whole new civilization of astoundingly
blessed freshness; through each of their effusively
ebullient words,

Even the most mystically serene forests had to bear
the brutally agonizing roar of the untamed lion first;
before wonderfully metamorphosing into a paradise of
celestially impregnable sleep,

Even the most impeccably sacrosanct milk had to
obnoxiously molest and pulverize itself first; before
transforming into cisterns of unsurpassably heavenly
and incredulously frolicking curd,

Even the most opulently diamond studded candle had to
ludicrously melt itself first; before culminating into
a beam of priceless hope; in the forlornly cadaverous
and starless night,

Even the most unequivocally scintillating of mirror
had to shatter itself into an infinite fragments of
nothingness first; before it could reflect the most
unbiasedly truthful and unconquerable image of eternal
righteousness,

Even the most holistically ever-pervading goddess had
to peerlessly cross the austerely blazing fires first;
before proving to her husband that she was an
unparalleled apostle of unshakable faithfulness and
humanity,

Even the most beautifully burgeoning soil had to
disastrously puncture itself with seeds first; before
miraculously sprouting into the royally untainted
fruits of unflinchingly mesmerizing humanity,

Even the most melodiously resting mind had to
uncontrollably fantasize first; before incredulously
mollifying each of its restlessly howling dormitories
with inevitably gratifying siesta,

Even the most compassionately inhaling sheep had to
mercilessly shave their skins first; before
ubiquitously imparting entities of every fraternity;
with unconquerably convivial warmth,

Even the most stupendously fragrant roses had to face
the onslaught of a limitless vituperative insects on
their petals first; before perpetuating an
unprecedented gorge of egalitarian scent; in the
hearts of one and all organism; sacredly alike,

Even the most articulately ingratiating magician had
to drown himself into a spell of tirelessly flawless
concentration first; before spawning a hall of
brilliantly unfettered magic,

Even the most irrefutably spotless conscience had to
transcend over a trillion treacherously derogatory
lies first; before timelessly proliferating into an
unceasing cosmos of Omnipresently bestowing justice,

Even the most pricelessly inimitable of inventions had
to lick lugubriously meaningless dirt and shit first;
before handsomely enlightening the entire planet with
light of regally dazzling newness,

And even the most immortal of love and life had to
embrace a fathomless deaths in the coffins of
indiscriminately excoriating hell first; before
blossoming into an insuperably ever-pervading
atmosphere of prosperity; divinity and endlessly
symbiotic paradise…


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»First and Last

 

You were that astronomical summit of the mountain; on
which the dazzling rays of the Sun FIRST fell,

You were that magnificent shore inundated with golden
sands; on which the waves of the ocean FIRST collided
into bountiful froth,

You were that leaf of the mesmerizing tree; which the
astoundingly ravishing breeze FIRST caressed,

You were that chapter of intriguingly enchanting
history; which the profoundly divested eyes FIRST had
the magnanimous privilege to witness,

You were that iota of voluptuously ravishing soil; on
which the very FIRST droplet of rain tantalizingly
cascaded; from the vivaciously benevolent sky,

You were that ingratiatingly redolent flower; on which
the FIRST bee ever created sat down to hum its volley
of poignantly boisterous rhyme; suckle nectar to its
ultimate heart's content,

You were that irrefutably sacrosanct footprint; which
FIRST trespassed this unfathomably gargantuan planet;
leaving your mark for times immemorial,

You were that gorgeously feathered bird; which FIRST
evolved the essence of stupendously captivating melody
and rhyme,

You were that indomitably unshaken spirit; which FIRST
sped past the domains of ethereally fading horizon; to
conquer an unprecedented of your own,

You were that innocuously wandering child; whose FIRST
breath was enough to melt the most diabolically
sinister of devils transgressing around,

You were that alphabet of every marvelously
conceivable language; from which commenced the very
FIRST sound thundering triumphantly towards the
cosmos,

You were that robustly splendid fruit; which blossomed
FIRST from the inconspicuous tree; chivalrously
proliferating into infinite more of your kind; as time
harmoniously unveiled,

You were that star in the boundless expanse of sky;
which FIRST appeared in the evening; freeing the
profusely asphyxiated earth from the realms of misery
and darkness,

You were that shimmering coin of gold on this planet;
which FIRST appeared before all other wealth;
multiplying amazingly as the second unfurled to lead
life as the richest entity alive,

You were that hour of magnificently reinvigorating
dawn; which crept with the FIRST beams of stringently
fulminating and tenacious light,

You were that growl of the majestically invincible
panther; which silenced manipulatively unruly
commotion around with your FIRST cry,

You were that astronomically resilient brick of the
grandiloquent castle; the FIRST on which rested the
mantle of the overwhelmingly glorious mansion,

You were that incredulously beautiful thought in this
entire Universe; which spawned the very FIRST and
wonderfully everlasting dream,

And you were the only person existing on this
incomprehensibly gigantic globe; whom I FIRST AND LAST
loved in my present life; and countless more lives to
come….


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»First-1

 

All of us on this fathomlessly enchanting Universe; might be of wholesomely and unimaginably different; colors. But that’s really insignificant and comes NEXT.

All of us on this bountifully brilliant Universe; might be of wholesomely and spell-bindingly different; heights. But that’s really nonsensical and comes NEXT.

All of us on this fantastically eclectic Universe; might be of wholesomely and astoundingly different; physiques. But that’s really inconspicuous and comes NEXT..

All of us on this boundlessly resplendent Universe; might be of wholesomely and unsurpassably different; strengths. But that’s foolhardy and comes NEXT.

All of us on this gregariously proliferating Universe; might be of wholesomely and incredibly different; philosophies. But that’s really worthless and comes NEXT..

All of us on this beautifully embellished Universe; might be of wholesomely and entirely different; castes. But that’s really meaningless and comes NEXT..

All of us on this handsomely unbridled Universe; might be of wholesomely and indescribably different; urges. But that’s really insouciant and comes NEXT..

All of us on this poignantly fructifying Universe; might be of wholesomely and implausibly different; dialects. But that’s really unthinkable and comes NEXT..

All of us on this endlessly mesmerizing Universe; might be of wholesomely and incomprehensibly different; fortunes. But that’s really preposterous and comes NEXT..

All of us on this timelessly embracing Universe; might be of wholesomely and irretrievably different; psyches. But that’s really livid and comes NEXT..

All of us on this stupendously enthralling Universe; might be of wholesomely and inconceivably different; feelings. But that’s really non-existent and comes NEXT.

All of us on this redolently blessed Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexpressibly different; skins. But that’s really ethereal and comes NEXT.

All of us on this miraculously alleviating Universe; might be of wholesomely and irrevocably different; tribes. But that’s really disappearing and comes NEXT.

All of us on this perennially royal Universe; might be of wholesomely and unutterably different; signatures. But that’s really feckless and comes NEXT.

All of us on this majestically untainted Universe; might be of wholesomely and incommunicably different; weights. But that’s really purposeless and comes NEXT.

All of us on this triumphantly mellifluous Universe; might be of wholesomely and inexplicably different; premonitions. But that’s really oblivious and comes NEXT.

All of us on this Omnisciently bestowing Universe; might be of wholesomely and perplexingly different; brains. But that’s really transient and comes NEXT.

All of us on this magically healing Universe; might be of wholesomely and unfathomably different; dreams. But that’s really fleeting and comes NEXT.

All of us on this magnetically multiplying Universe; might be of wholesomely and unceasingly different; nationalities. But that’s really subjugated and comes NEXT.


But all of us on this eternally egalitarian Universe; have been; are and will forever and ever and ever; symbiotically continue to be God’s most pricelessly unconquerable “HUMANS/LIVING BEINGS”. Now that’s really and irrefutably immortal and comes “ FIRST ”….

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