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»For every beat of hers

 

I wanted to live for each smile of hers; the laughter
that uninhibitedly emanated from her throat; that made
me feel greater than the God's,

I wanted to live for each tear of hers; the poignant
river of empathy which oozed from her mesmerizing
eyes; catapulting me into a paradise beyond realms of
mundane earth,

I wanted to live for each word of hers; the majestic
sounds that wafted from her mouth when she spoke;
propelling me to float in the surreal clouds with the
cadence of her seductive voice,

I wanted to live for each whim of hers; the fastidious
festoon of intricacies that enveloped her persona;
making me admire her for her profoundly babyish
attitudes,

I wanted to live for each footstep of hers; the
stupendously exotic rhythm that drifted as she
caressed the soil; making me oblivious to all other
sounds that existed in this Universe,

I wanted to live for each finger of hers; the rubicund
tinge which encompassed her dainty fists; that
fomented me to stare wildly till times beyond
eternity,

I wanted to live for each wink of hers; the uncannily
enigmatic way in which her eyelashes fluttered
flirtatiously; inundating my life with waves of
insurmountable ecstasy and the dance of sheer
euphoria,

I wanted to live for each dream of hers; the
cloudbursts of vivacious fantasy in her eyes as each
minute unveiled; which made me blinded to the most
brilliantly dazzling Sunlight,

I wanted to live for each passion of hers; the
unrelenting ardor that besieged her countenance with
as she marched towards triumph; making me rise above
the ashes to discover my soul,

I wanted to live for every vein of hers; the
tumultuous fervency with which an ocean of scarlet
blood flowed through her body; making my conviction in
self more fortified than the colossal mountains,

I wanted to live for every shadow of hers; the
mystical way in which her contours nictitated with
changing shades of light; wrecking the last iota of
sleep from my insatiably wandering sight,

I wanted to live for every cry of hers; the
insurmountable innocence that reflected profusely in
her voice; transiting me way back to the times when I
had just tread my first foot on mother earth,

I wanted to live for every yawn of hers; the
ravishingly ingratiating aura that encapsulated her
visage; which made me collapse like a box of lifeless
matchsticks on blankets of cold ground,

I wanted to live for every sigh of hers; the supreme
contentment that celestially settled on each pore of
her body; which made me relinquish all my volcano of
overwhelming greed in life,

I wanted to live for every dance of hers; the
tantalizing way in which she swished her heavenly
demeanor in torrential rain; making me exist far
beyond my destined quota of years,

I wanted to live for every snore of hers; the
delectably immaculate island of fairies which resided
in her luscious lips; flooding my life with
unsurpassable ebullience and cheer,

I wanted to live for every nod of hers; the
irrefutably assertiveness with which she said 'no';
augmenting my tenacious determination to face each
hurdle of acrimonious life,

I wanted to live for every breath of hers; the
Omnipotent grace with which it diffused from her
nostrils; instilling in me an invincible power to
live,

And over and above all I wanted to live for every beat
of hers; the indefatigable number of times her heart
palpitated passionately; fortifying my faith in dying
existence; fortifying my faith in dying mankind….



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»For imparting new life

 

For imparting life to dead granules of soil; all I did was to inundate
its
surface with cool buckets of water,

For generating life in pallid patches of the dilapidated wall; all I
did was
slapped it with several coats of vivacious color,

For instilling life in broken lips; all I did was kiss them intensely
every
where over their chapped periphery,

For giving life to the sad girl philandering in corridors of gloom; all
I did
was danced like a clown; bringing a smile to the contours of her face,

For reviving life in the lackadaisical flower; all I did was commanded
the
clouds to shower droplets of exhilarating rain,

For bestowing life in the shattered web; all I did was leave a cluster
of
spider to weave their way through the same,

For reinvigorating life in a dreary pair of eyes; all I did was
vigorously
rubbed them with raw extracts of pungent turmeric,

For rejuvenating life in a scorched throat; all I did was tickle it
with
chilled champagne,

For reinstating life in a cluster of rotten vegetables; all I did was
place
them in the interiors of a swanky refrigerator,
For revitalizing life in the tired soles of feet; all I did was put
them on
the accelerator of a flamboyant racer car,

For stimulating life in a fractured hand; all I did was to bring it
near a
panthers jaw; fomenting the bones to automatically reshape themselves
at
electric speeds,

For offering life to the voice chords of a dumb man; all I did was
bring his
lost children in front of his eyes; triggering him to shout in ecstatic
euphoria,

For energizing life in a lazy camel; all I did was put him under the
blistering sun of the sandy desert,

For propelling life in the silhouette of a battered car; all I did was
flood
its belly with gallons of golden petrol,

For resurrecting life in visage of an orphan; all I did was held him
close to
my chest; in the comfort of my arms for times immemorial,

For fortifying life in the wrinkled skin of the abysmally old; all I
did was
recite to them nostalgic tales about their boisterous past,

For reanimating life in a ghastly bruise; all I did was to dress the
wounds
with the bond of my empathy,

For regenerating life in a dead man; all I did was blend my senses
wholesomely
with his soul,

And for imparting new life to a miserably devastated heart; all I did
was
fill
its cavities with the stream of my passionate love.


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

 

Let a magician come in front of you; trying to cast a
spell on your mesmerizing countenance; with his
unfathomable flurry of ingenious tricks,

Let the clouds be attracted inevitably towards your
voluptuous voice; trying their best to impress you
upon with tantalizing globules of rain,

Let a battalion of handsome snakes slither around you;
endeavoring to entrench you in the swirl of their
mystically enchanting hood,

Let the mightily colossal waves of the ocean clash
against your divinely form; trying to engulf you in
the aura of tumultuously tangy froth,

Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever
touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for
this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine….




Let the desert sands fly in rampant frenzy; insatiably
wishing to stick on your immaculately glowing skin,

Let majestic eagles in the sky build their nest above
your dwelling; trying to have a surreptitious glimpse
of you; after pearly midnight,

Let the turbulent breeze deliberately kiss you as it
passed; basking in the glory of its spuriously
passionate rendezvous,

Let the needles of the grandiloquently colonial clock
stop in anticipation of you to awaken; tick at wild
velocities when you wanted time to fly,
Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever
touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for
this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine….



Let the Sun try and incarcerate you in its web of
flamboyantly fiery rays; trying to blind you
wholesomely with the astronomical tenacity of its
light,

Let the grass voluptuously tickle your soles; secretly
enjoying your ravishing warmth as you trespassed like
an angel through its green stalks,

Let the owl stare unrelentingly at you for hours
immemorial; trying to hypnotize you with its
enigmatically crystalline eyes,

Let the avalanche of snow melt in torrential frenzy;
to evoke sympathy; as you cast your impeccable eyes
upon its manipulative demeanor,

Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever
touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for
this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine….



Let all the mouths on this planet shout to their
hearts content; trying to win you by the overwhelming
domination in their tone,

Let the society starve you to unprecedented limits; in
order to enforce upon you; the partner of their
dictatorial choice,

Let the streams cascading down from the mountains
change their direction; to flow across the sacred
paths you celestially tread,

Let every activity on this Universe come to an abrupt
standstill; every tangible eyeball rivet to your
irrefutably poignant visage; trembling in
uncontrollable agony to make you the queen of their
hearts,

Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever
touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for
this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine….




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»For me

 

For all in the colossal Universe it was simply a
shriveled pathway of; deadened twigs and incongruously
mangled leaves,
But for me it was more sacred than all holiness
majestically circumscribing the atmosphere; as her
divinely feet had blissfully walked upon it; just an
instant ago….

For all in the gigantic Universe it was simply an
inconspicuously waif stream; ludicrously drying as the
austerity of the midday Sun increased even an
infinitesimal trifle,
But for me it was more heavenly than the walls of
resplendently blessed paradise; as her bountifully
enthralling lips had sipped water from it; just an
instant ago….

For all in the fathomless Universe it was simply a
sordidly ramshackle house; disdainfully embroiled in
the wrath of miserably remorseful desolation since
centuries unprecedented,
But for me it was more priceless than the blood
compassionately gushing through my veins; as her
miraculously humanitarian silhouette had wandered in
it; just an instant ago…

For all in the unceasing Universe it was simply a
lifelessly beleaguered stone; being ruthlessly kicked
left; right and center by a juggernaut of aliens as
time rapidly unraveled,
But for me it was more insuperable than every
conceivable power of the sky; as her iridescently
godly palms had fondled it; just an instant ago…

For all in the mesmerizing Universe it was simply a
cadaverously barren canvas; amorphously fretting in a
mist of inconsolable loneliness,
But for me it was more beautiful than the entire
beauty of this panoramic beauty compounded together;
as the whites of her impeccable eyes had stared at it;
just an instant ago…

For all in the magnetic Universe it was simply a
deranged bit of disillusioned sheepskin; painstakingly
withering with even the most diminutive draught of
wind pounding it on the jagged slopes,
But for me it was more ardent than the vibrant
electricity of this entire earth; as she had worn it
on her enchantingly effulgent skin; just an instant
ago….

For all in the Herculean Universe it was simply a
lackadaisical flower; forlornly shutting its petals at
the onset of blackness; and shedding them like
nine-pins at the tiniest innuendo of storm,
But for me it was more fragrant than all righteousness
that radiated from this globe; as she had cast her
invincibly peerless shadow upon it; just an instant
ago….


For all in the limitless Universe it was simply a
whiff of evanescently exhaling air; that punctuated
the atmosphere like countless more of its kind,
But for me it was more unconquerable than the spirit
of timelessly godly existence on this mesmerizing
earth; as she had inhaled it and made it her
enchanting breath; just an instant ago…
And for all in the boundless Universe it was simply a
worthless beat that randomly floated in the arid
winds; purposelessly swirling around without any
ostensible rhythm or rhyme,
But for me it was more charismatic than the chapter of
mystically endowing life; as she had immortally made
it the perennial love of her heart; just an instant
ago….

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»For me to be ever possessed

 

Bond your divinely hands so immortally with my
disastrously impoverished fingers; that it was
incorrigibly impossible for me to be ever possessed by
any other hands on this boundless Universe; for
centuries immemorial,

Bond your magical feet so immortally with my
rustically bohemian toes; that it was irrevocably
impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other
feet on this fathomless Universe; for decades
unfathomable,

Bond your heavenly eyes so immortally with my
pathetically devastated lids; that it was
intransigently impossible for me to be ever possessed
by any other eyes on this tantalizing Universe; for
times unsurpassable,

Bond your philanthropic smiles so immortally with my
ludicrously morbid lips; that it was unbelievably
impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other
smiles on this endless Universe; for limitless
fortnights,

Bond your ingratiating melody so immortally with my
devastatingly dithering throat; that it was immutably
impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other
melody on this fascinating Universe; for countless
more years to unveil,

Bond your tantalizing fantasies so immortally with my
treacherously monotonous mind; that it was irrefutably
impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other
fantasy on this everlasting Universe; for relentless
days and nights unprecedented,

Bond your ravishing tongue so immortally with my
ridiculously cacophonic throat; that it was
impregnably impossible for me to be ever possessed by
any other tongue on this timeless Universe; for
infinite more births of mine,

Bond your rhapsodic hair so immortally with
penuriously entangled scalp; that it was unconquerably
impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other
hair on this majestic Universe; for incomprehensible
more moments to tranquilly descend,

Bond your twinkling ears so immortally with my
brutally punctured lobes; that it was intractably
impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other
ear’s on this flamboyant Universe; for as long as the
earth existed,

Bond your uninhibited philanthropism so immortally
with lecherously manipulative demeanor; that it was
unassailably impossible for me to be ever possessed by
any other philanthropism on this mesmerizing Universe;
for endless more moments to unfurl,

Bond your titillating shadow so immortally with my
horrifically remorseful reflection; that it was
unequivocally impossible for me to be ever possessed
by any other shadow on this glorious Universe; for
indefatigable more instants yet to be born,

Bond your seducing enigma so immortally with my
indigently commercial countenance; that it was
perennially impossible for me to be ever possessed by
any other enigma on this compassionate Universe; for
unending more civilizations; yet to evolve,

Bond your voluptuous charisma so immortally with my
miserably shivering and orphaned senses; that it was
perpetually impossible for me to be ever possessed by
any other charisma on this panoramic Universe; for
countless kilometers; even beyond my veritable grave,

Bond your benevolent philosophy so immortally with my
despondently greedy visage; that it was eternally
impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other
philosophy on this mystical Universe; for immeasurable
days; even after I was blended with specks of dust,

Bond your unflinching strength so immortally with my
insipidly sagging and languid bones; that it was
doggedly impossible for me to be ever possessed by any
other strength on this euphoric Universe; for even
after; the sky had wholesomely blended with threadbare
mud,

Bond your poignant blood so immortally with my
heinously adulterated and decaying veins; that it was
irreversibly impossible for me to be ever possessed by
any other blood on this ecstatic Universe; for
billions of kilometers; even after the Sun had set,

Bond your Omnipotent aura so immortally with my
nonchalantly lackadaisical persona; that it was
unimaginably impossible for me to be ever possessed by
any other aura on this spell binding Universe; for
unthinkable more spaces; even beyond the land of
infinite infinity,

Bond your Omnipresent breath so immortally with my
morosely extinguishing existence; that it was
inexorably impossible for me to be ever possessed by
any other breath on this blissful Universe; for
unending more seconds; even after the clock had
completely ceased to tick,

And bond your passionate heart so immortally with my
capriciously betraying beats; that it was indomitably
impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other
heart on this marvelous Universe; for countless more
heavens; even after I reached the island of hell….


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»For me to breathe

 

For me to smile; it was indispensable that her
laughter punctuated profoundly beyond; the realms of
fathomless sky,

For me to transiently think; it was indispensable that
she unrelentingly fantasized; transgressed through the
corridors of profusely enigmatic enchantment,

For me to read; it was indispensable that she had
mastered all the scriptures on this boundless planet;
already written the wordings of handsome tomorrow,

For me to chew; it was indispensable that she had
tasted the most voluptuously exotic fruits that were
laden on the trees; filling her majestic belly;
bountifully beyond the realms of unprecedented
contentment,

For me to win; it was indispensable that she was the
invincible emperor; incarcerating every living being
in the swirl of her celestially captivating
countenance,

For me to whisper; it was indispensable that she sang
the most stupendously ingratiating rhymes of the
forest; mesmerized infinite entities on earth with her
rhapsodically mesmerizing voice,

For me to flirt; it was indispensable that she loved
till times beyond this globe existed; languished in
the aisles of insatiable desire with her soul mate,

For me to walk; it was indispensable that she had
exuberantly explored every cranny of astronomically
gigantic cosmos; tread her dainty foot on the most
tantalizing blankets of vibrant yearning,

For me to clap; it was indispensable that she
euphorically thumped the air infinite number of times;
incessantly bounced on the drums of palpable life for
centuries immemorial,

For me to admire; it was indispensable that she had
captured all incredulously fabulous beauty on land in
her impeccable eyes; nostalgically reminisced those
moments when she took her first cry as a child,

For me to enjoy; it was indispensable that she
relentlessly floated on cloudbursts of mystically
surreal imagination; far away from the vagaries of
this uncouthly monotonous society,

For me to run; it was indispensable that she fell like
streaks of royally white lightening from the sky;
instilling a wave of insurmountable passion in every
entity lifelessly withering away towards the grave,

For me to feel good; it was indispensable that she
relished every unfurling minute of spell binding
existence; lived the day to countless hours even
beyond the inevitable sunset,

For me to be innocent; it was indispensable that she
perennially remained that immaculate angel;
ebulliently playing in her mothers lap,

For me to wish; it was indispensable that she acquired
all richness that lay embedded in the colossal
atmosphere; metamorphosed her every evanescent
perception into reality,

For me to adore; it was indispensable that she was the
nearest to the Almighty Creator; thoroughly astounded
by his unsurpassably vast chapters of creation,

For me to rest; it was indispensable that she
possessed the magical prowess of sleeping even when
entrenched by heinous viciousness; perpetually
remained in a heavenly slumber; which none around
could ever break,

For me to foresee; it was indispensable that she was
the ultimate master of her own destiny; lead each
instant of her life; to the most unprecedented of her
hearts content,

And for me to breathe; it was indispensable that she
lived for unfathomable more lives even if I failed to
take birth again; benevolently consolidated my
attempts of making this earth a better place to live
in; even after I lay stone lipped in my grave…..





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»For my eternal mother

 

I might have augmented in physical proportions
tumultuously; towering like a giant from above chunks
of infinitesimally threadbare soil,

I might have evolved a bombastically aristocratic
slang; emanating the most prudently sagacious sounds
from my large mouth; every time I got an opportunity
to speak,

I might have encapsulated even the most minuscule
cranny of my body in robes of grandiloquently
ostentatious silk; majestically cascading like a
prince through the lanes of irrefutably sparkling
fame,

I might have escalated to the zenith of scintillating
prosperity; suckling opulent wine and breathing
oligarchic cigar smoke; blending with sumptuous
cuisines of high society,

But for my eternally sacrosanct Mother I would forever
remain her innocuously wailing infant; witnessing the
alien world from her compassionately sequestering
eyes; forever remain as her immortal child…..


1….

I might have unassailably conquered many a treacherous
army; with the overwhelming essence of patriotism;
blissfully bequeathed upon me; by Lord Almighty,

I might have catapulted to the marvelously invincible
mountaintop; bereft of the most inconspicuous of
scaffolding or support,

I might have astoundingly discovered an unfathomable
reservoir of newness; as I tread with profusely
unending exuberance on every enchanting step,

I might have unfurled into an unsurpassably enamoring
festoon of stupendous vivaciousness; as I danced in
the uninhibitedly untamed spirit of adulthood; under
the tantalizingly pelting droplets of golden rain,

But for my adorably impregnable Mother; I would
forever remain her impeccable baby huddled perpetually
close to her warm chest; being nourished with the
godly air in her lungs; forever remain as her immortal
child…..


2….

I might have rhetorically mastered the painstaking art
of surviving in desolate solitude; ardently staring
for hours immemorial; towards the blanket of
resplendently twinkling stars,

I might have ebulliently gallivanted towards the
corridors of unequivocally glittering success;
profoundly basking in the insatiably fragrant glory of
timeless existence,

I might have unconquerably kissed the lanes of
overwhelming fame; being showered upon with an award
of every conceivable denomination for my poetic
artistry; by the grace of Almighty God,

I might have bloomed into a perennial flower of
philanthropic mankind; disseminating the fragrance of
humanity to the most fathomless quarters of this
colossally mesmerizing Universe,

But for my Omnisciently divine Mother; I would forever
remain her bundle of freshly delivered rhapsody;
impeccably embracing her lips with my tiny hands;
forever remain her immortal child…..


3……


I might have magnificently placated countless
dolorously dreary organisms in the atmosphere; with
the mystically resplendent cadence in my poignant
voice,

I might have unflinching confronted the most
truculently acrimonious of disaster; without a single
wink of my incredulously blazing eyes,

I might have got royally ingratiating artistry
melodiously embedded in every core of my impoverished
countenance; encompassing all panoramic beauty of this
Universe; in the canvas of my enlightening soul,

I might have celestially procreated immaculate progeny
of my own; succeeding in my pricelessly virile
endeavors of continuing God’s glorious chapters of
harmonious creation,

But for my bountifully beautiful Mother; I would
forever remain her mischievously frolicking child; the
sole deity which she had harnessed with her very own
flesh and blood; forever remain her immortal child…..



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»For the sake of

 

FOR THE SAKE of starved territories of tarnished grass,
The crimson colored sky should sob unrelentingly and; rain.


For the sake of pallid regions of earth obliterated from bright light,
The celestial body of sun god should dazzle brilliantly; and shine.


For the sake of blind afflicted with distress and inexplicable pain,
The handsomely affluent and privileged should help them attain their goals; and aims.


For the sake of nimble footed squirrel leaping in bubbling fervor of youth,
The neem tree should emboss itself with lots of crevices; and game.


For the sake of distorted bones of broken calcium,
The sacrosanct and robust cow should ooze milk; and frosty cream.


For the sake of famished alligator lurking stealthily on nocturnal prowl,
A cluster of succulent fish should relinquish breath; and become food.


For the sake of vacant sheets of satiny white canvas,
Adroit strokes of the artist should fill it with resplendent root color.


For the sake of fortifying a lock of strong blue metal,
There should exist a master key that can wind it; rendering securely close.


For the sake of freedom of mind, body, and spirit,
There should be philanthropic harmony; blending varied races under the sun as one.


For the sake of life to proceed devoid of savage brutality,
There should be bountiful messiahs of god to impart the essence of truth.


For the sake of pictures taken with sleek camera,
There should be animate or inanimate in neighboring vicinity.


And for the sake of my heart throbbing at rollicking speeds,
There should be a solitary girl residing in this universe; who can love me intensely; making me feel that I am alive.


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»Forever

 

How can you ever expect stupendously emollient nectar to waft out;
after the
scorpion opened its venomously treacherous mouth; to the fullest of its
lethally salacious capacity?

How can you ever expect brilliantly unfettered rays of optimistic
light;
after uncouthly parasitic darkness had crept in; the chapters of
midnight
had wholesomely incarcerated the fabric of earth divine?

How can you ever expect the tree to fructify into majestically
astounding
fruit; after the ruthlessly slandering fire had charred even the most
infinitesimal trace of life around; into gruesomely cadaverous
charcoal?

How can you ever expect lips to unfurl into a gorgeously tantalizing
smile;
after the mother who’d so miraculously evolved them in the first place;
forever left her terrestrial form to embrace the solitude of heavenly
abode?

How can you ever expect the fish to gregariously swim; after every
droplet
of the fantastically undulating ocean; had evaporated into the aisles
of
inconspicuously estranged meaninglessness?

How can you ever expect the poet to pen infinite lines of royally
enamoring
poetry; after every speck of his inimitably eclectic fingers were
mercilessly cut into a countless bits of bizarrely ghastly nothingness?

How can you ever expect the bee to buzz into boisterously effulgent
happiness; after every flower in vicinity miserably decayed towards the
lugubriously sordid ground?

How can you ever expect the nightingale to mellifluously murmur; after
every
cranny of panoramically divine nature; forever metamorphosed into
robotically emotionless jungles of concrete prejudice?
How can you ever expect the mirror to portray the most explicitly
unbridled
reflection; after it was shattered into a boundless shards of lividly
hedonistic haplessness?

How can you ever expect jaggery to taste spell-bindingly sweet; after
it was
treacherously dipped into the ominously gluttonous shark’s mouth; which
was
replete with nothing else but the heart of the unfathomably salty sea?

How can you ever expect the soldier to hold his higher than the
patriotically triumphant heavens; after he had limply surrendered to
the
enemy camp; without the most ethereal iota of resilience or fight?

How can you ever expect the eagle to regally soar in gloriously
unhindered
galaxies of sky; after being satanically buried a countless feet
beneath
despairingly wanton mud?

How can you ever expect the mountains to blossom into unassailably
towering
peaks; after being unrelentingly bombarded by profanely debilitating
nuclear
weaponry and indiscriminately gory war?

How can you ever expect blood to ignite skies of unsurpassable passion
in
the body; after the perpetual disappearance of the Omnipotently
heavenly
beloved?

How can you ever expect the brain to unlimitedly fantasize; after being
vicariously bludgeoned by the blows of brutally macabre corruption and
insanely life-threatening debauchery?

How can you ever expect the pile of despondently disheveled garbage to
yield
pricelessly iridescent pearls; after being horrendously dumped with a
motley
of feces from all across the fathomless planet?
How can you ever expect the nostril to breathe into a civilization of
unbelievably undefeated and boundless newness; after being diabolically
asphyxiated by the mortuary of lies; every unfurling instant of
impoverished
existence?

How can you ever expect the heart to diffuse into an unimaginably
infallible
paradise of Immortally loving beats; after being unsparingly betrayed
by the
sole love and perpetual compassion of its destined life?

But you can forever expect an unshakable place in the Omniscient Lord’s
heaven; you can forever expect an undeniably redolent abode in the
paradise
of the Omnipotent Creator Divine; for every altruistically humanitarian
deed
executed by you within your truncated lifetime; even after you forever
abdicated breath; even after you forever quit your robustly physical
form;
even after you forever and inevitably died….

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»Forever alive

 

It was in the light of the candle; that I found
mystical enchantment,

It was under the austere rays of Sunlight; that I
found my lost ardor to exist,

It was in the realms of the gurgling waterfall; that I
found heavenly rejuvenation and an everlasting bliss,
It was under pearly beams of moonshine; that I found
overwhelming threads of voluptuous fantasy,

It was in the immortal stillness of the forest; that I
found my most intricate of senses,

It was with the resurgent winds of autumn; that I
found my mesmerizing prowess to sing,

It was within the dungeons infinite feet beneath; that
I found baffling enigmas striking me at astounding
speeds,

It was sighting the vivacious peacock; that I found my
lost ability to animatedly leap and ecstatically
dance,

It was in the island of pearls; that I found
majestically royal fantasy of the most astronomical
decree,

It was on the summit of the towering mountain; that I
found my valor to audaciously confront evil beings,

It was in the tawny cats coat of fur; that I found
nostalgic childhood; an insurmountable wave of
heavenly mischief,
It was in the blanket of perennially green meadows;
that I found an insatiable urge to shut my eyes
tightly and celestially sleep,

It was in the heart of the rhapsodically leaping fire;
that I found flames of untamed passion and wild
romance,

It was in the wisps of satiny clouds; that I found my
desire to reside forever in the lap of Almighty lord,

It was in the foundation of the mammoth building; that
I found Herculean strength; an inevitable
invincibility to single handedly take on the entire
world,

It was riding on the back of a fox; that I found
uncanny cunningness; the adroit manipulation to exist
in this uncouth world,

It was beneath the shell of the tortoise; that I found
incomprehensible laziness; a thunderous propensity to
rest for several lives,

It was in the sacred lap of my mother; that I found
that I was always young; without a trace of fatigue in
my severely bloodshot eyes,

And It was in the arms of my beloved; that I found
that I was breathing; I was still living after
gruesome death; I was forever exuberant and alive…..







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