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»Forever an artist

 

Whether you placed him on the majestically regale
clouds; or whether you placed him on the discordantly
blaring and devastatingly dusty streets,

Whether you placed him on royal embellishments of
mesmerizing ice-cream; or whether you placed him in
the center of the overflowing gutter drain;
nonchalantly stinking of nothing but undigested
sewage,

Whether you placed him on idols of fantastically
glistening gold; or whether you placed him in the
heart of the vindictively hedonistic maelstrom; where
nothing but savage blood dogmatically rained,

Whether you placed him in the aisles of ardently
unending desire; or whether you placed him on the
deadpans of traumatically horrific despair and
delinquent hopelessness,

Whether you placed him on feathers of unparalleled
felicitation; or whether you placed him in a
disparagingly pulverized curry of obnoxiously
squandering tomatoes and lethal scorpions,

Whether you placed him on the spectacularly bewitching
and princely throne; or whether you placed him on a
bed of acrimoniously torturous thorns,

Whether you placed him on fathomlessly resplendent
sea’s of panoramic enchantment; or whether you placed
him in the exact middle of the diabolically scorching
fires,

Whether you placed him in the heavens of unconquerable
prosperity; or whether you placed him in mortuaries of
treacherously ghoulish and maiming abuse,

Whether you placed him amidst vivaciously dancing
peacocks; or whether you placed him in the murderously
asphyxiating coffin alive,

Whether you placed him in the cradles of impregnably
unblemished innocence; or whether you placed him in
disastrously miserable jailhouses of the forlornly
corrupt politician,

Whether you placed him in the meadows of picturesquely
panoramic divinity; or whether you placed him in the
truculently acrid and perniciously sweltering desert
sands,

Whether you placed him in impeccably milky cisterns of
enigmatic moonlight; or whether you placed him in the
disdainfully fretting pig stalk; where all he got to
eat was cannibalistically lackadaisical shit,

Whether you placed him in an armor of patriotically
blazing selflessness; or whether you placed him in
frigidly sulking and regretfully orphaned ponds of
nothingness,

Whether you placed him in the entrenchment of
everlastingly fructifying sainthood; or whether you
placed him in lackluster mud quagmired with
cold-blooded leeches and egregious worms,

Whether you placed him on the skies of handsomely
burgeoning victory; or whether you placed him in the
gratuitously hideous crocodiles; emaciated mouth,

Whether you placed him in the winds of
aristocratically bestowing chivalry; or whether you
placed him in fecklessly slavering and tumultuously
rebuked saliva,

Whether you placed him in the crystal of miraculously
celestial clairvoyance; or whether you placed him
between the petulantly shivering; stray dog’s tail,

Whether you placed him in an unsurpassable valley of
timelessly redolent roses; or whether you placed him
in a grotesquely cacophonic skeleton of baselessly
orphaned mosquitoes,

Whether you placed him abreast the entire wealth and
love on this limitless planet; or whether you placed
him on the floors where mercilessly marauded the most
satanically greedy of dinosaurs,



And it really doesn’t matter where you decided to
place him; amidst what shape and form you decided to
place his destined life; because if he was true to
each beat of his euphoric heart; if he was true to his
spirit of harmoniously symbiotic existence; if he was
true to the message that the Lord Almighty had ordered
him to tirelessly convey; he would forever remain an
artist even as ghostly hell relentlessly rained down
on earth; O! Yes his immortal art would never ever
die….


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

 

Even if you placed him under the most ferociously
blazing Sunlight; with rays of blistering flamboyance
disseminating into a pool of profound dynamism around
his visage,

Even if you placed him in castles profusely
embellished with the most scintillating of jewels;
with a crown of unprecedentedly glittering gold
perched majestically on his head,

Even if you placed him amidst an unsurpassably
titillating cavern of infatuating seductresses; with
the inebriation of untamed sensuality overwhelmingly
transcending over cranny of the jejune atmosphere,

Even if you placed him in the floodlights of
indomitable cynosure; with countless cameras dazzling
the enchanting night in mystical shimmer; clicking him
from every angle in inexorable adulation,

The air around him still stabbed him like a zillion
venomously blood stained thorns; the world around him
was nothing but a dungeon of ghoulishly penalizing
darkness; as for no fault of his and from the very
first cry of his birth; he was born disastrously
blind….

2…

Even if you placed him in the stridently pulsating
discotheque; with the vivaciously revolving lights
triggering a revolution of unparalleled ebullience in
the heart of the sonorously deadened night,

Even if you placed him in the center of the
fathomlessly sunlit sky; with the beams of the Sun
striking him the absolute first; before diffusing down
on earth below,

Even if you placed him abreast a billion
ingratiatingly glistening oyster shells; with
pricelessly resplendent pearls filtering a
civilization of beautifully exotic and insatiably
milky light,

Even if you placed him on swords of patriotically
glowing camaraderie; with the untamed dazzle of
victory magnetically permeating through the sullen
ambience around,



The air around him still asphyxiated him like fish
left to die on the shores; the world around him was
nothing but a coffin of vomiting blackness; as for no
fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth;
he was born haplessly blind….

3…

Even if you placed him on the most exquisitely
emollient velvet; with endlessly invincible bonfires
spiraling towards even portions beyond the sky; just
at whisker lengths from his impoverished visage,

Even if you placed him on a bed of irrefutably candid
mirrors; with the beams of impregnable honesty
emanating; transforming even the most ethereal bit of
murkiness into symbiotically spell binding
righteousness,

Even if you placed him before the most panoramically
fantastic of landscapes on this Universe; with an
ocean of inimitably artistic beauty astonishingly
unfurling from every construable quarter by his side,

Even if you placed him in a garden of stupendously
crimson roses; with the tinges of gorgeously rhapsodic
scarlet fathomlessly overpowering every conceivable
object in vicinity,


The air around him still murdered him to a morbid
death every unveiling instant of his life; the world
around him was nothing but a amorphous skeleton of
invidious darkness; as for no fault of his and from
the very first cry of his birth; he was born cursedly
blind….

3…

Even if you placed him on the epitome of unceasing
prosperity; with the most adorably enamoring clouds of
silk uninhibitedly drifting from all sides,

Even if you placed him on the pinnacle of unassailable
Mount Everest; with the Omnipotent festoon of
insurmountably illuminating stars and Moon;
majestically kissing him on his poignantly nimble
skin,

Even if you placed him on a paradise of tempestuously
tantalizing wax; with flames of pristine success
sailing high and handsome at every speck of the
atmosphere around,

Even if you placed him amidst all the richness of this
limitlessly gargantuan planet; with every path that
the tread; every thing that he caressed;
metamorphosing into a mountain of unbelievably opulent
gold,


The air around him still pulverized every element of
his existence into a deliriously decaying morass; the
world around him was nothing but a frigidly infidel
chunk of melting ice; as for no fault of his and from
the very first cry of his birth; he was born doggedly
blind….


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

 

When I heard about the tree; what I perceived was a wooden stalk
embodied with
a conglomerate of dense leaves,
While it was only when I swung on its branches; did I come to realize
the
exuberance; as the vibrant breeze struck me in my eyes; the chirping of
birds
drowned me in entirety.

When I heard about the sea; what I imagined was a colossal assemblage
of water
with swirling waves,
While it was only when I swam in its choppy waters; did I come to
realize the
tanginess in its froth; the infinite numbers of big fish wading past my
persona.

When I heard about the sun; what I conceived was a flaming ball of fire
perched high up in the azure sky,
While it was only when I stood beneath the same; did I come to realize
the
passionate intensity of its rays; the magnificent glory of its golden
shine.

When I heard about the deserts; what I envisaged was sprawling lands of
sand;
alluring mirages looming large and prominent,
While it was only when I traversed the same barefoot; did I come to
realize
the slipperiness of its soil; the acrimonious thorns of cactus grazing
across
my petite flesh.

When I heard about ice; what I visualized was incongruous cubes of
frozen
water; silently oozing out droplets of cold liquid,
While it was only when I clambered up the snow clad mountain; did I
come to
realize the unfathomable waves of winter; the goose-bumps that ran down
right
up to my slender spine.

When I heard about the castle; what I fantasized was scores of palatial
rooms;
towering roofs leaping high and handsome into the sky,
While it was only when I walked through its rooms; did I come to
realize the
desolation circumventing its walls; the century old cobwebs dangling at
whisker lengths from my chin.

When I heard about gold; what I apprehended was rotund biscuits; coated
profoundly with a distinctive coat of pure saffron,
While it was only when I felt the same in my palms; did I come to
realize its
pudgy texture; the perennial shimmer that mystically emanated from its
body.

When I heard about god; what I comprehended was a celestial power
reigning
supreme over the world,
While it was only when I met his reincarnation in person; did I come to
realize the omnipotent power in his eyes; his unsurpassable ability to
vanquish all pain prevailing on earth.

When I heard about love; what I cognized was languishing
indiscriminately in
the aisles of desire; fervently embracing ones beloved to generate
tremors of
excitement,
While it was only when I fell into it; did I come to realize the
emotional
bondage that resulted as an aftermath; the sacrifice involved to
sustain the
same.

And when I heard about life; I romanticized it to be a garden of
scarlet
roses; with its revitalizing redolence inundating my soul,
While it was only when I actually tried leading it; did I come to
realize the
barricades laid in all directions for me to confront; the ocean of
adventure
lying ahead; for me to plunge in and conquer.





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont Kill. But forever conquer..

 

Don’t mercilessly kill silence; neither get killed by its hopelessly asphyxiating swirl; but forever conquer its worthlessly decrepit hell; with the symbiotically enthralling triumph in your voice; instead,

Don’t cold-bloodedly kill lies; neither get killed by its maliciously venomous vacuum; but forever conquer its diabolically abhorrent corpse; with the unfathomable gorge of truth in your soul; instead,

Don’t heartlessly kill unemployment; neither get killed by its wantonly jilted shadow; but forever conquer its cannibalistically wastrel decay; with the perennial enlightenment of symbiotism in every ingredient of your blood; instead,

Don’t uncouthly kill perversion; neither get killed by its deliriously incoherent mortuaries; but forever conquer its demonically sadistic impressions; with the pearls of innocence so poignantly reflecting from the whites of your eyes; instead,

Don’t tyrannically kill racism; neither get killed by its hedonistically carnivorous coffins; but forever conquer its barbarously unkempt idiosyncrasies; with the religion of priceless humanity in every beat of your heart; instead,

Don’t viciously kill crime; neither get killed by its lethally capsizing graveyards; but forever conquer its truculently unforgivable leash; with the impregnable lamp of truth perpetually glowing in your conscience; instead,

Don’t vindictively kill spirits; neither get killed by their savagely acrimonious curse; but forever conquer their nonexistently appalling spell of bad luck; with the flame of righteously tireless perseverance in each of your footsteps; instead,

Don’t salaciously kill laziness; neither get killed by its uselessly indolent ingredients; but forever conquer its treacherously lackadaisical gallows of stagnation; with the timelessly majestic and golden globules of your honest sweat; instead,

Don’t impetuously kill greed; neither get killed by its satanically maiming mortuaries; but forever conquer its hideously amorphous dungeons of dismal decadence; with the rivers of resplendently benign selflessness cascading through your veins; instead,

Don’t indiscriminately kill infidelity; neither get killed by its ghastily stabbing inundation; but forever conquer its beguilingly distraught fangs; with the beats of Immortal Love; compassionately palpitating in your heart; instead,

Don’t rebelliously kill poverty; neither get killed by its gruesomely emaciating estrangements; but forever conquer its ruthlessly strangulating roots; with the unlimited opulence of God’s creation; which was profoundly embodied in your veins; instead,

Don’t violently kill depression; neither get killed by its traumatically beheading pathways; but forever conquer its maniacally wastrel gutters of emptiness; with the victoriously congenital spirit of happiness in your soul; instead,

Don’t pugnaciously kill prostitution; neither get killed by its bawdily shriveled ghosts; but forever conquer its sleazily sinful fabric of devastation; with your peerlessly unflinching specter of faithfulness; instead,

Don’t savagely kill impotency; neither get killed by its ludicrously inane oblivion; but forever conquer its baselessly dastardly existence; with the endlessly abundant seeds of proliferation in your identity; instead,

Don’t brutally kill hatred; neither get killed by its ferociously slandering fumes; but forever conquer its devilishly blasphemous tunnels of deterioration; with the spirit of inimitably priceless unity reflecting from even the most infinitesimal of your shadow; instead,

Don’t ominously kill terrorism; neither get killed by its disastrously rotten stench; but forever conquer its indescribably despicable signature; with the waves of eternally altruistic peace drifting from each pore of your persona; instead,

Don’t deplorably kill atheism; neither get killed by its heinously massacring bad-will; but forever conquer its sacrilegiously tarnished ramification; with your everlasting faith in Omnipotent God and truth; instead,

Don’t irately kill the devil; neither get killed by his perilously sinister desecration; but forever conquer his coffins of sadistically tormenting lethality; with the blessedly undefeated humanitarian spirit in you; instead,

And don’t vituperatively kill death; neither get killed by its hopelessly numbing daggers; but forever conquer its lividly crucifying grip; with each unassailably brilliant breath of your nostrils; instead…

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont

 

Don’t enchantingly smile; and then speak of hopelessly
diabolical destruction,

Don’t vivaciously dance; and then think of life
beneath the morbid coffins,

Don’t wholeheartedly embrace; and then insidiously
plot agains’t the lives of orphaned children,

Don’t tantalizingly dream; and then talk of being
lambasted by commercial whips of manipulative reality,

Don’t gallop like an untamed tornado; and then
perceive of spending life in eccentrically reclusive
seclusion,

Don’t sow the seeds of blossoming fertility; and then
step into the tunnel of perennially stinking darkness,

Don’t immaculately wink; and then behave like an
uncouth bartender on the boisterous streets,

Don’t uninhibitedly thank; and then pierce a menacing
knife into the back of your philanthropic comrades,

Don’t melodiously sing; and then infiltrate like a
hideous devil; into all sects of the wonderfully
impeccable society,

Don’t mystically intrigue; and then form an eternal
bondage; with monotonously lecherous business tycoons,

Don’t ardently pray; and then start to
indiscriminately assassinate unsuspecting
civilizations; like diminutive mosquito and
inconspicuous prey,

Don’t worship your mother; and then satanically
devastate tiny infants; from their cozy dwellings and
divinely parents,

Don’t reside in harmonious solitude; and then
disseminate the most treacherously fearful voice; into
serene air lingering outside,

Don’t sacredly bless; and then devilishly paralyze
every organism alive; with your ominously abhorrent
spell,

Don’t paint beautifully; and then abominably bludgeon
and pulverize the panoramic landscape; with your
wickedly bohemian feet,

Don’t fruitfully evolve; and then blow your decayed
breath; polluting the symbiotically functioning
planet,

Don’t say “I love you”; and then shatter the threads
of holy matrimony; of all couples passionately married
and alive,

Don’t compassionately care; and then rain tumultuously
acrid maelstroms of hell; on people breathing and full
of exuberant life,

And don’t blissfully live; and then blame the Creator
for ruining each moment of your crippled life;
incessantly think of collapsing into the sinister
grave and die…..




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont break my heart

 

Play insidiously with my eyes; eventually smashing
them into a boundless halves; and then feeding them to
the pack of savagely diabolical wolves,

Play uncouthly with my fantasies; eventually
metamorphosing them into a web of cold-blooded
drudgery and sinfully disparaging monotony,

Play ruthlessly with my palms; eventually pulverizing
them to disdainfully squashed curry; and then stashing
them into the undescribably gory coffins,

Play invidiously with my lips; eventually snatching
away even the most infinitesimal iota of their smiles;
stoning them with whiplashes of utter abhorrence for
centuries immemorial,

Play heinously with my voice; eventually transforming
it into a graveyard of ominously crippling silence;
evicting it in gruesomely wholesome entirety from the
innermost realms of my throat,

Play grotesquely with my neck; eventually reducing it
to a pile of inconspicuously mangled shit; and then
feeding it to the rambunctiously unruly pigs,

Play raunchily with my ears; eventually bombarding
them like miserably orphaned stones; making them
incessantly bleed till times beyond infinite infinity,

Play disastrously with my memory; eventually rendering
me the most penuriously kicked entity on this gigantic
Universe; making me obnoxiously oblivious to even the
reflection of my very own countenance,

Play barbarically with my intestines; eventually
adulterating them profoundly with threadbare gasoline;
and then inviting the unfathomable horde of vultures
to have their ultimate feast,

Play indiscriminately with my cheeks; eventually
excoriating their exhilarating blush into the
graveyards of penalizing nothingness; and then
mercilessly disintegrating them bit by bit; like an
edifice of soggy cards,

Play ghoulishly with my conscience; eventually
poisoning every bit of its irrefutably sparkling
righteousness; into a lackadaisically decaying dungeon
of manipulatively bizarre lies,

Play devilishly with my flamboyance; eventually
converting it into an entrenchment of remorsefully
trembling timidness; making me lick fetid dirt even
before I could alight a single foot,

Play fiendishly with my patriotism; eventually
rendering me as the most lecherously disgusting
traitor on this unsurpassable globe; with every corner
of the society brutally whipping me for my plethora of
horrific misdeeds,

Play bewitchingly with my innocence; eventually
dragging me into the salaciously sleazily markets;
where infinite parasites traded me for my innocuously
resplendent flesh,

Play unsparingly with my hair; eventually converting
my enchanting scalp into a cacophonically bald egg;
with pedestrians spitting on it in livid nonchalance;
as they merrily trespassed by,

Play demonically with my feet; eventually chopping
them with sordid strokes of the treacherous cleaver;
and then witnessing the entire world wholeheartedly
guffaw; as I staggered like a mercurial ant on every
step,

Play abominably with my soul; eventually converting
its path of unassailable philanthropism; into a
despicably wandering ghost without the slightest of
purpose or mission in vibrantly vivacious life,

Play lethally with my breath; eventually asphyxiating
the fangs of my priceless existence with the blood
stained hands of hell; removing even the most
evanescent trace of my survival from the trajectory of
this fathomless planet,

And you could play and eventually smash any part of my
body; my mind; my soul; as I still had the
insurmountable tenacity to lead mesmerizing life; but
please don’t break my heart; please don’t
lackadaisically play with the immortal paradise of my
true love for you O! Beloved; as then I wouldn’t even
be accepted by the chapter of death….









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

 

Cease to barbarically fight; but don’t cease to
profoundly admire; poignantly stare into the eyes of
irrefutably holistic humanity,

Cease to treacherously rot; but don’t cease to
uninhibitedly swim; rhapsodically bouncing in waves of
exhilarated benevolence,

Cease to insidiously discriminate; but don’t cease to
perpetually unite in threads of unconquerable mankind;
bequeathing a cloud of unprecedented prosperity upon
every chunk of soil that you harmoniously tread,

Cease to lecherously lie; but don’t cease to escalate
higher than the dormitories of unassailably marvelous
eternity; bonding with flames of everlasting truth,

Cease to lazily loiter; but don’t cease to exuberantly
gallivant in the aisles of perennial freedom;
unequivocally marching towards the walls of
philanthropically glittering success,

Cease to monotonously scrub; but don’t cease to
indefatigably fantasize in the winds of never ending
desire; bestowing and gregariously conceiving all the
majestic goodness; that handsomely floated in the
piquant atmosphere,

Cease to brutally incarcerate; but don’t cease to
blissfully donate; inundate every space traumatically
besieged with sullenly dilapidated darkness; with
miraculously Omnipotent rays of; true friendship,
Cease to surreptitiously plan; but don’t cease to
candidly divulge the innermost voices of your
enchantingly sagacious conscience; bask in the
unparalleled glory of irrefutable righteousness, ’

Cease to maliciously bark; but don’t cease to
melodiously sing; deluge the remorsefully morbid air
around; with the stupendously mesmerizing cadence of
brotherhood; in your coherently compassionate voice,

Cease to satanically poison; but don’t cease to apply
the most unequivocally Omnipresent panacea of love
upon all those murderously deprived; healing their
fathomlessly inexplicable ocean of wounds; with the
fragrance of humanity in your blood,

Cease to tyrannically lambaste; but don’t cease to
frolic in the lanes of ingratiatingly enamoring
flirtation; rejoicing the most impeccable moments of
divine childhood; even when you were about to exhale
out the last breath of your impoverished life,

Cease to baselessly kill; but don’t cease to
wholeheartedly embrace every blessedly human on this
planet; irrespective of caste; creed; or spuriously
meaningless community,

Cease to dig ghastly graves; but don’t cease to
harness the most grandiloquent castles of amicable
sharing with the Herculean fervor in your soul;
impregnably ensure that no innocuously celestial
organism on this planet; slept without a roof over his
head,

Cease to parasitically corrupt; but don’t cease to
ubiquitously disseminate the Omniscient message of
scintillating honesty; to even the most diminutively
minuscule corner; of this boundlessly congenial
Universe,

Cease to hideously adulterate; but don’t cease to
unsurpassably sparkle in the rays of eternal romance;
propagating the light of invincible sharing to every
township; flooded with malevolently terrorizing
bloodshed,

Cease to devilishly manipulate; but don’t cease to
incessantly donate the fruits of silken Mother Nature;
arousing souls dead in mundane commercialism; with
thunderbolts of passionately towering desire,

Cease to diabolically pulverize; but don’t cease to
gloriously bond; ebulliently bringing all tribes and
colors existing squeamishly under the sky; to
symbiotically mélange into the fabric of ever
pervading; humanity,

Cease to horrendously snatch breath; but don’t cease
to proliferate God’s chapter of exotically timeless
existence; spawning a new chapter of scintillating
existence; with every new puff of air that you
ardently inhaled,

And cease to uncouthly betray; but don’t cease to
amalgamate heart’s broken all across the fabulously
radiating Universe; in threads of immortal belonging;
in the rainbows of mystically immortal love….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont Expect from Human Beings….

 

Sing with them; wholesomely blending even the most insouciant of your
innermost tunes; with the ecstatically mesmerizing melody of their
lives,

Dance with them; matching the untamed exhilaration in their bones;
step for step and with the most unabashed of fervor; under the
inscrutably majestic beams of the midnight moon,

Eat with them; deriving unsurpassable gratification in the fact; that
replenishing morsels of food were being symbiotically shared from the
same plate; with the fingers occasionally intertwining with each
other,

Adventure with them; intransigently weaving through the most
eccentrically twisted and unexplored pathways; which spell-bindingly
portrayed the glorious uncertainties of the chapter called life,

Shake hands with them; uninhibitedly letting even the most
infinitesimal folds of the compassionate palm; unite in a sky of
eternally invincible friendship,

Worship with them; prostrating before every form of temple; mosque;
church or monastery; in unfathomably profound admiration of the Lord;
in an infinite of his forms,

Defend with them; standing unflinchingly and fearless under the most
blistering of Sun; unitedly protecting your sacrosanct motherland;
against the most indescribably vindictive of attack,

Sermonize with them; disseminating the essence of several learning
incidences in your life to the oppressed and depressed masses;
fearlessly voicing the righteously befriending tunes of your soul,

March with them; perennially ensuring that each of your united steps;
led solely towards the enrichment and magnificent fulfillment of every
fraternity; of God's priceless living kind,

Sleep with them; beautifully surpassing even the most sacrilegious
ruthlessness of the night; in the comfort of their ardently comforting
breath,

Fantasize with them; unveiling even the most obfuscated arenas of your
brain; to the fathomless paradise of beauty prevalent in every
ingredient of air around you; and the victorious puff of breath
entering your lungs,

Admire with them; insatiably appreciating the unlimited bountifulness
of God's creation; which eclectically spawned in even the most
invisible particle of soil; as well as the gigantic skies,

Frolic with them; mischievously flirting and clambering up the freshly
rain soaked hills; blissfully transiting back into those magical
memories of pristine childhood,

Win with them; forever trouncing even the most infidel insinuation of
the devil from every cranny of this boundless earth; with the scepter
of impregnable truth; inherently ingrained in your blood,

Romance with them; letting each wondrously passionate beat of your
heart entwine with theirs; in a garland of unimpeachably redolent
oneness,

Sketch with them; capturing even the most oblivious shades of
venerated mother nature; depicting her unparalleled glory and
virility; thereby giving true meaning to your sheets of barren
nothingness,

Deliberate with them; endlessly arguing on myriad issues and elements
of unlimited living kind; trying to reach to the most efficacious
consensus; which brought about the most fructifying upheaval of all
deprived,

Marry with them; celestially interlocking even the most ephemeral
aspect of your existence with theirs; to royally give birth to an
infinite more of your noble kind,

And do whatever you wanted to; but if ever you wanted to expect
anything; then don't expect from them –the 'Human Being'; for that
always had the possibility of shattering your heart into a countless
irretrievable gory pieces-instead for this and to guaranteedly
fulfill your every desire; just turn to the Creator of All—The
Omnipotent Creator Divine…

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»Dont have anything to do

 

My eyes popped out in overwhelming exasperation; my
sockets dancing restlessly on the floor,

My lips distorted themselves to incomprehensibly
horrendous contours; biting themselves satanically as
the moon blossomed to a perilously sinister glow,

My hair stood up like thunderbolts of stringent
electricity; blazing fireballs of despondency towards
the sky,

My fists curled into an insurmountably formidable
punch; aching to thunderously batter arid wisps of
breeze painstakingly blowing around,

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..



My sweat dribbled down in cyclonic frenzy;
proliferating by the unfurling minute; into fathomless
oceans clashing against the walls of nothingness,

My teeth locked themselves in an immortally peevish
embrace; chattering countless times in an
indefatigable search for spurious solace,

My skin developed boundless goose bumps of profound
disdain; shivering incessantly in the inexplicable
trauma lingering in placid air,

My ears heard a volley of sounds which were entirely
non-existent; kept inexorably iterating tunes which
hovered countless feet beneath the graves,

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..



My yawn reverberated more diabolically than the
demons; as I tossed unrelentingly on my
lackadaisically strewn four poster bed,

My shadow fluttered miserably in the domains of hell;
shrinking its robust proportions to more inconspicuous
than an ant; in its quest for treading on the
unexplored,

My eyelashes withered ferociously towards unruly soil;
wanting to rejuvenate themselves thoroughly in the
fabulously rain soaked mud,

My throat blurted a myriad of obnoxiously hoarse
tunes; permeating through the realms of normalcy with
its relentlessly hysterical shrieking,

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..



My stomach belligerently puked out foul matter from
the inner most recesses of my intestines; contracting
to as thin as an infinitesimal whisker; struck by body
blows of mind-boggling desperation,

My fingers scribbled an unfathomable battalion of
nonchalantly incoherent literature; swished menacingly
to emboss the most hideously invidious forms in loose
sand,
My neck swirled in infinite directions as the clock
ticked; profusely confused by the happenings that
unleashed themselves in the surrounding,

My heart sank all its beats in my acrimoniously
pointed boots; my breath and soul searched frantically
for the paths on which the Sun austerely shone in its
fiercely flamboyant shine,

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..




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»Dont just say it

 

Those who consider themselves to be highly creative;
basking in the glory of their ingenious ideas; are
infact never creative at all,

Those who consider themselves extremely intelligent;
claiming to remember every thing ever embossed in the
history books; are infact never intelligent at all,

Those who consider themselves to be valiantly brave;
proclaiming to conquer every power on this earth; are
infact never brave at all,

Those who consider themselves to be beautiful; the
only angels traversing on this planet; are infact
never beautiful at all,

Those who consider themselves to be tall; the most
gigantic amongst any entity ever created; are infact
never tall at all,

Those who consider themselves as shrewd and
overwhelmingly tactful; are infact never tactful at
all,

Those who consider themselves to be the most versatile
musicians in this world; are infact never singers at
all,

Those who consider themselves to be the best swimmers;
bombastically announcing that they could trespass
across the colossal belt of the ocean even in the most
tumultuous of storm; are infact never swimmers at all,

Those who consider themselves to be the most
mesmerizing artists; able to sketch any form or shape
better than God; are infact never artists at all,

Those who consider themselves to be great dancers;
adept at performing every definable step under the Sun
with stupendous mysticism and charm; are infact never
dancers at all,

Those who consider themselves to be unprecedentedly
skilled surgeons; curing every wound visible by the
mere caress of their palms; are infact never surgeons
at all,

Those who consider themselves to be dynamic managers;
adroitly maneuvering all the workforce with the
inherent appeal and cadence in their voice; are infact
never managers at all,

Those who consider themselves to the most flawless of
priests; sanctimoniously conveying to the globe about
their prowess to communicate with God; are infact
never priests at all,

Those who consider themselves to be the most ferocious
of hunters; able to capsize any animal into their
custody by simply grabbing it at its throat; are
infact never hunters at all,

Those who consider themselves to be great politicians;
claiming to know every intricate nuance in the
textbooks; harnessing the optimum benefits for their
country; are infact never politicians at all,

Those who consider themselves to be the benign
philanthropists of this society; advertising in every
paper and street of how much they have helped mankind;
are infact never philanthropists at all,

Those who consider themselves to be Oligarchic kings;
royally seated on the throne and dispassionately
ruling their nation; are infact never kings at all,
Those who consider themselves as magicians of the
highest degree; able to metamorphose every thing they
touched into shimmering oysters and pearls; are infact
never magicians at all,

Those who consider themselves to be super humans;
having the ability to prognosticate what was going to
happen at nightfall right at the commencement of the
brilliant day; are infact never humans at all,

For who were you to consider yourself as anything;
when infact; he being the Creator didn’t think of
himself at all,

And if you still really perceive that you are
something; then DON’T JUST SAY IT or keep considering;
go out there and prove it; and then and only then give
yourself a chance to reclaim the glory of your
pretentiously spoken words…


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