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Thousands of Nikhil Parekh's poems on God, Peace, Love, Brotherhood, Friendship, Humanity, Environment, Anti Terror, Lovers, Life, Death - here. Click on Page Numbers below to read complete poems. Each page has 10 poems. |
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| »Commit this Sin. Again and Again and Again. |
O! Yes. Entirely and Unstoppably Mad was I. After the inscrutably teasing tresses in your ravishing hair; which inevitably compelled my fingers to come near; caress and timelessly disentangle, O! Yes. Entirely and Fervently Mad was I. After your lusciously inviting lips; which rekindled the fire to live in my scraggily impoverished veins; even as I was buried a countless feet under heartless snow, O! Yes. Entirely and Unsurpassably Mad was I. After your articulately heavenly fingers; which spawned an undefeated gorge of artistry in the complexion of my otherwise robotically bedraggled life, O! Yes. Entirely and limitlessly Mad was I. After the insuperable compassion that enshrouded every ingredient of your blood; for every fraternity and dimension of pricelessly inimitable humanity, O! Yes. Entirely and Unconquerably Mad was I. After your voluptuously enamoring hips; that made even the tiniest element of my persona ecstatically sway; under the impeccably tenacious moonlight, O! Yes. Entirely and Tirelessly Mad was I. After each footprint that you embossed on pristinely moistened soil; which carved the most victoriously infallible trail for me to follow in my penurious life, O! Yes. Entirely and Inexhaustibly Mad was I. After your tantalizingly gyrating belly; which drew me out of my deathly corpse; and into the untamed wilderness to once again sniff freshly exuberant life, O! Yes. Entirely and Irrevocably Mad was I. After your mellifluously tinkling laughter; which made me feel like a prince effortlessly floating in the amiable clouds; for a countless more births of mine, O! Yes. Entirely and Insanely Mad was I. After each droplet of silver sweat that dribbled from your arms; in the transparent mirror of which I could relentlessly stare into the candid intricacies of my life, O! Yes. Entirely and Unrelentingly Mad was I. After each sensuous whisper that emanated from your throat; which quelled even the most truculently unbearable of my misery; into the magical heartbeat of existence, O! Yes. Entirely and Unceasingly Mad was I. After the invincible warmth of your magnetic bosom; in which I found divinely solace; amidst the most tumultuously hideous apocalypses and storms, O! Yes. Entirely and Endlessly Mad was I. After each uncanny goose-bump on your reverberating skin; which triggered the most unassailable infernos of fertility; in all my brain; body and soul, O! Yes. Entirely and Unimaginably Mad was I. After your bountifully Omnipotent palms; in each fold and line of which; was written and rewritten every aspect of my destiny; yet to royally unfurl, O! Yes. Entirely and Bizarrely Mad was I. After your mysteriously intrepid shadow; that fomented me to fantasize beyond the realms of extraordinary utopia; in its shades of insatiably evoking lust, O! Yes. Entirely and Unfathomably Mad was I. After every pinch of soil that you caressed; applying the same consecrated ash now on each of my wounds; to grant them eternal liberation and rest, O! Yes. Entirely and Undyingly Mad was I. After your rustically enchanting simplicity; which forever led me in search of nothing else; but the absolute truth nestling in each ingredient of the planet divine, O! Yes. Entirely and Imperceptibly Mad was I. After your honey laden nape; which made me feel the wealthiest man alive; as I gently nibbled through its nimble catacombs of profound womanhood, O! Yes. Entirely and Unreasonably Mad was I. After your fierily ebullient breath; which never ever let me quit my life; forever enveloping it with rhapsodic desire; blessing it with the invincible essence to survive amongst a pack of wolves; O! Yes. Entirely and Unshakably Mad was I. After every beat that leapt uninhibitedly from your immortal heart; which taught me that there was nothing else but love; in the starting and ending alphabet of life, And now if the worthless world outside says; that falling into madness was committing a dreadfully unpardonable and inconsolable sin; then I for one was ready to commit this sin; again and again and again and again…. ©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Companion |
The flamboyantly blazing rays of the marvelously royal Sun; were my passionately piquant companions; for the perseveringly sweltering day, Ravishing beams of mystically resplendent moonlight; were my eternally gratifying companions; for the voluptuously silken night, The tree leaves rustling in spell binding vivaciousness; were my most blissful companions in my times of; disastrously sordid loneliness, Springs of Omnisciently cascading water; were my bountifully quelling companions; when I dreadfully sulked in a whirlpool of abominably horrendous dirt, Pristine shores incessantly rumbling with tantalizingly undulating waves; were my ravishingly tangy companions; in my times of drearily despicable depression, Fathomless carpets of enchantingly grandiloquent skies; were my timelessly invincible companions; in my times of lackadaisically crippling boredom, Hives of melodiously sweet and glitteringly golden honey; were my beautifully enamoring companions; in my times of gruesomely malevolent bitterness, Truculently vibrant tornados of patriotism; were my unflinchingly intrepid companions; in my times of remorsefully morbid stagnation and doleful malice, Innocuously Omnipotent and divinely children; were my unequivocally benign companions; in my times of horrendously manipulative distress, Enigmatically slithering and charismatic snakes; were my enchantingly evoking companions; in my times of maniacally commercial monotonousness, Redolently everlasting and incredulously profuse roses; were my integrally handsome companions; in my times of despairingly staggering melancholy, Whirlwinds of untamed exuberance; were my perpetually bestowing companions; in my times of nonchalantly dwindling towards my gorily sinister corpse, Aristocratically silken and mesmerizing feathers; were my magically symbiotic companions; in my times of irascibly disdainful nervousness, Rhapsodically raining marshmallows of azure clouds; were my torrentially dynamic companions; in my times of penalizingly sorrowful banishment, Tantalizingly boisterous and fascinating fairies; were my ingratiatingly iridescent companions; in my times of disgustingly orphaned prejudice, Rivers of impeccably glistening milk; were my celestially profound companions; in my times of murderously abhorrent fanaticism, Omnipresently sacrosanct steps of the princely mosque; were my pricelessly ultimate companions; in my times of inexplicably unending and tyrannizing trauma, Fireballs of insatiably untamed breath; were my tumultuously compassionate companions; in my times of dastardly extinguishing into winds of cowardly oblivion, But your immortally impregnable and ebullient heart; was my Omnipotently eternal companion; for each impoverished moment of my present; and countless more optimistically scintillating lifetimes….. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Complete |
Even if infinite eyes of mine made a single blind person see; I would consider my life to be endowed, Even if infinite ears of mine made a single deaf person hear; I would consider my life blissfully divine, Even if infinite legs of mine made a single maimed person run; I would consider my life higher than the sacrosanct skies, Even if infinite smiles of mine made a single orphan oblivious to the definition of pain; I would consider my life richer than all wealth assimilated on this planet, Even if infinite voices of mine made a single dumb person speak; I would consider my life to be as celestial as the dancing fairies, Even if infinite muscles of mine made a single deprived person strong; I would consider my life in perfect synchronization with the divine master who had created it, Even if infinite teeth of mine made a single old person scrupulously chew his meals; I would consider my life achieving the ultimate it had been created for, Even if infinite hair of mine made a single shivering person regain his warmth; I would consider my life more tenacious than any storm, Even if infinite shadows of mine made a single person brutally widowed find a home; I would consider my life as sacred as the lap of my heavenly mother, Even if infinite salutes of mine made a single person shamefully slithering on the ground feel like a king; I would consider my life the most cherished gift wandering on this Universe, Even if infinite tears of mine made a single satanic person accept the chapter of humanity; I would consider my life a beautiful flower whose essence never withers, Even if infinite fantasies of mine made a single mad person wholesomely blissful; I would consider my life a paradise on which the angels tread, Even if infinite tunes of mine made a single lost person remember his impeccable childhood; I would consider my life more privileged than countless more births to unveil, Even if infinite droplets of my blood made a single wounded person bounce back to euphoric life; I would consider my life to be the most treasured gold on this fathomless earth, Even if infinite days of mine made a single slaved person see brilliantly infallible beams of sunlight; I would consider my life in splendid harmony with the marvelous fruits of mother nature, Even if infinite kisses of mine made a single lecherous person savor the goodness of care; I would consider my life bereft of the tiniest of acrimonious thorn, Even if infinite hearts of mine made a single monotonous person love; I would consider myself more blessed than the saints meditating for years in obsolete wilderness, And if infinite breaths of mine made a single dead person rhapsodically galloping under the sky and fully alive; I would consider my life more marvelous than Omnipotent spirit of existence and COMPLETE…. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Complete Control |
I didn’t want to capture her eyelashes; the ostentatious mascara delectably embellishing her nimble lids, I didn’t want to capture her skin; which glowed to an overwhelmingly voluptuous crimson under the impact of garishly personified talcum powder, I didn’t want to capture her lips; which had profuse coating of pretentiously sleazy lipstick, I didn’t want to capture her hair; which had bombastic coatings of contemporary hair dye, I didn’t want to capture her waist; which danced tantalizingly enveloped by chains of haughty silver, I didn’t want to capture her earlobes; swishing daintily with opulent emeralds of sapphire green; procured fresh from the sea, I didn’t want to capture her palms; embossed with mystical designs available rampantly in the contemporary market, I didn’t want to capture her breath; which was now blended with the most alluring of artificial sandalwood perfume, I didn’t want to capture her fingers; which were adorned with a myriad of pompously glittering rings, I didn’t want to capture her voice; which had profound traces of a deliberately pernicious slang embedded in it, I didn’t want to capture her teeth; which had prominent encapsulations of the most expensive paste adhering them, I didn’t want to capture her muscle; which had evolved over a period of time; after her voracious consumption of exorbitantly costly steroids, I didn’t want to capture her shadow; as it meekly coalesced with obsolete oblivion without the most minuscule of prior notice, I didn’t want to capture her sweat; which was incredulously scented with the boundless repertoire of body lotions she used; literally every unfurling minute of the marathon day; every time before she closed her eyes for the sultry night, I didn’t want to capture her cheeks; which were indiscriminately inundated with truck loads of pertinent chemical sprays, I didn’t want to capture her saliva; which had obnoxious traces of foreign chewing gum and cherry, I didn’t want to capture her nails; which were painted with the most gaudily conventional nail polish available in the trendy market, I didn’t want to capture her conscience; which had inevitably become manipulative; as she struggled for her existence in this uncouth world, Although each part of her body appeared artificial; there was definitely one thing that I wanted to capture; and that was her heart; longing and thunderously throbbing wilder than the most wildest of storm; more importantly than anything rendering me the complete control of its passionate beats…. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Complete Surrender |
A complete surrender of every iota of my exuberance; my insatiable proclivity to triumphantly surge forward in the chapter of mesmerizing life, A complete surrender of my profoundly sensuous artistry; the miraculous power in my fingers to evolve magic out of inanely vexing nothingness; by the grace of Almighty God, A complete surrender of my blazingly intrepid dynamism; the wave of unflinching patriotism that unassailably circumscribed my soul; to fight till my very last breath for my beautifully venerated motherland, A complete surrender of my astoundingly vivid sensitivity; the fathomless festoon of panoramically spell binding fantasy titillating the dormitories of my brain, A complete surrender of my uninhibitedly unlimited freedom; the boundlessly ebullient spirit of sensuous frolic and philandering; that everlasting wafted from each of my ecstatically silken nerves, A complete surrender of every ingredient of my rhapsodically untainted blood; the indefatigable tenacity embedded in it; to kiss the aisles of insuperable unceasing prosperity, A complete surrender of every globule of my redolently placating perspiration; after I majestically toiled under the blazing afternoon Sun; for righteously deserving my inch of Omnipotent soil, A complete surrender of my tirelessly enamoring fantasy; the magnificently resplendent and unconquerably fructifying dreams that splendidly engulfed my mind every unraveling instant of my impoverished existence, A complete surrender of my Herculean temerity to survive amidst a pack of hedonistically cannibalistic wolves; the mantra of survival of the fittest diffusing from even the most parsimoniously frigid of my senses, A complete surrender of every iota of impeccable truth garnishing my conscience; the untamed fireballs of glorious resilience that I possessed to even the most obnoxiously truculent impediments of life, A complete surrender of my insurmountably endless innovation; the countless ideas of miraculously endowing newness; that perpetuated like pristinely regale thunderbolts of lightening in my mind, A complete surrender of my mischievously unrelenting mysticism; the tunes of supremely tantalizing mellifluousness that that disseminated from the corners of my cavorting mouth, ’ A complete surrender of my handsomely unfettered integrity; the unparalleled yearning to mitigate and blend with every echelon of ubiquitously symbiotic living kind, A complete surrender of my brilliantly enlightening positivity; the Sun of perpetual hope that vibrantly lingered in even the most diminutive of my senses, A complete surrender of my bewitchingly blissful aura; the mists of royal conviviality that profusely enshrouded every conceivable speck of my holistic demeanor, A complete surrender of my whirlpool of unprecedented desires; the unfathomably ardent yearning to exist in even the most mercurial element of my nimble silhouette, A complete surrender of my magnanimously embracing voice; the indomitably humanitarian ideals that encompassed every aspect of my truncated life, O! Yes; A complete surrender of even the most ethereal traces of my mind; body and benign spirit; A complete surrender of all burgeoning goodness bestowed upon me by the Omniscient Almighty Lord; A complete surrender of even my most remotely obsolete of shadow, Only at the feet of my newly born daughter; at the feet of my goddess of love; at the feet of my sole messiah who not only taught how to live for the moment; but divinely blessed me with a limitless more immortally jubilant lives…. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Completely Capture |
Her royally emollient eyelashes were the ones which timelessly flirted me; eternally drowning me into an unfathomable sea of seductively untamed mischief, Her lusciously untainted lips were the ones which perennially kissed me; making me unassailably romanticize in the aisles of unparalleled desire; for infinite more births of mine, Her fantastically rubicund cheeks were the ones which tantalizingly caressed me; triggering rapaciously uninhibited fireballs of rhapsodic delight in every conceivable of my vein, Her iridescently twinkling eyeballs were the ones which wonderfully mesmerized me; drifting me into a festoon of fathomlessly bewitching fantasy, Her bountifully eclectic fingers were the ones which made me unflinching believe in myself; triumphantly guiding me towards the heavens of boundlessly enthralling enchantment, Her impeccably victorious skin was the one which cast a spell of unbreakable magnetism upon my agonizingly beleaguered senses; making me exult in the glory of sensuously endowing paradise till times beyond infinite infinity, Her regally shimmering nape was the one which conquered even the most infinitesimal ingredient of my imagination; inundating every haplessly disastrous dream of mine; with effulgent unceasing charisma and charm, Her effervescently bubbling stride was the one which ignited sparks of unprecedented ecstasy in my every staggering night; making me wholesomely oblivious to every other monotonous activity on this Universe, Her mystically blessing voice was the one which miraculously pacified my every torturously asphyxiating desire; overwhelming my murderously decrepit persona with unlimited happiness, Her stupendously ravishing hair were the ones which timelessly enthralled every horrifically dying pore of my flesh; rekindling my vanquished to beautifully lead life, Her mellifluously tinkling feet were the ones which taught me how to endlessly mysticize; optimistically pave the path of irrefutably peerless truth; even through the most amorphously castigated of blackness, Her inimitably golden innocence was the one which Omnipotently blessed me; eternally enshrouded every cranny of my grotesquely beleaguered existence with the fragrance of invincible humanity, Her ingratiatingly burgeoning freshness was the one which poignantly proliferate me; limitlessly engendering me to take a countless new births; as every reinvigorating minute melodiously unraveled, Her Omnisciently velvety shadow was the one which artistically painted my gruesomely stuttering soul; righteously decimated even the most inconspicuous trace of prejudice from my banefully vexed countenance, Her unsurpassably intriguing brain was the one which endlessly transpired me to see the world in an enlightening spirit; to unrelentingly discover through the forests of ubiquitously princely newness, Her benevolently impregnable spirit was the one which made me believe in splendidly egalitarian humanity; uninhibitedly embrace every living being irrespective of size; shape or spurious color, Her ravenously inebriating silhouette was the one which made me the craziest man on this globe; but only for the winds of ebulliently panoramic and bestowing beauty, Her perpetually sacrosanct breath was the one which instilled indomitable life in my cadaverously wastrel veins; forever transpiring me to blend with the spirit of vividly ecstatic life, And her immortally venerated heart was the one which had completely captured every beat of my past; present and future life; even before I could emit my very first cry; even before I could commence my very first birth… (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Compositions |
The wall of the edifice was composed of contemporary brick, the waters in oceans were composed of gargantuan pinches of salt, mighty precipices of the mountain were composed of diffused rock and mud, stolid poles of light on the street were composed of jugglery of iridescent bulb, the air borne butterfly in the sky was composed of a plethora of stripes, the sand strewn savagely on the road was composed of acrimonious heat, the enchanting island of moon was composed of benevolent warmth, the hunch backed camel in the desert was composed of hidden resources of water, swaying tree lumber in the breeze; was composed of bountiful lumber, ravishing dish of tortilla; was composed of piquant extracts of chili, compactly wound time piece was composed of needle and accuracy, the leather bound dictionary was composed of infinite words, filter pipes of cigarette were composed of venomous nicotine, flamboyant interiors of car were composed of luxury seat and brake, mouth palette of a dog was composed of sharp canine teeth, software of a computer was composed of integrated chips, sleek showers in the bath were composed of spring water, towering church spires of the city were composed of christ, water clogged lines of the gutter were composed of obnoxious sewage, slender stihoutte of the fountain pen was composed of ink, innumerable brains of humans were composed of living cells of grey matter, the nocturnal reptile was composed of life banishing poison, whisl't my heart was composed of magnanimous love for the girl i loved; the ideal woman of my dreams. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Conflicting Personalities |
She wanted to reach the summit of the mountain in a royal aircraft, While I wished to walk on the scorching streets barefoot; basking in the full sunshine. She wanted to drape her demeanor with fabric of the richest quality flocculent silk, While I desired to camouflage my body in rags; and stare unrelentingly at the moon. She wanted to use the most luxurious soap available; to scrub her dainty skin and face, While I was quite contented washing my hands with natural mud; use twigs of the tree to brush my teeth. She wanted a compact swimming pool to dip into; sedately swim; with an enclosure of crystal sequestering the same, While I fantasized about plunging into stormy waves of the ocean; relishing the scent of salty spray. She wanted clinically processed milk in late hours of the morning; to be served by her bedside with sizzling hot scones, While I had an insatiable urge to garrulously devour large pints of milk directly from the rustic cow. She wanted a striped umbrella to walk blending with her queenly gloves; irrespective of sunshine or rain, While I ingratiatingly desired to drench my silhouette completely in pelting showers from the sky. She wanted a grandiloquent watch wound tightly to her wrist; with its luminous dial; radiating glow, While I vehemently resisted contraptions on my hand; relying exorbitantly on the positioning of the sun and stars. She wanted to use a concoction of honey and rose to wash her cascading hair, While I vigorously rubbed my hair with raw lime; annihilating remnant traces of abhorrent dandruff. She wanted to play intricate games of billiards; chess and cards; within the plush interiors of her palace, While I simply went berserk; bursting with waves of euphoria at executing swashbuckling strokes with my baseball bat. She wanted a cavalcade of cars pursuing her wherever she went; a battalion of cameras to snap her photograph, While I wanted to be left solitary on the street; uttering a volley of expletives when provoked. She wanted the cool air of air-conditioner to incessantly pacify her heat, While I was quite contented to feel the stringent summer breeze blow wildly across my face. She wanted a fresh vase of flowers to embellish her room; throughout the tenure of the acerbic day, While I roamed about in the jungles; hunting large fish; caressing my lips to the pungent aroma of blackberry shrub. She wanted to be a glamorous model; with a plethora of people admiring her ostentatious jewelry, While I simply detested the high society; was supremely ecstatic when given a chance to mix with innocuous children. She wanted to love me like a commodity; besieging my neck in a straps of leather; While I had this overwhelming desire of guarding her against evil; wiping her tears when it mattered the most, We were actually; excellent illustrations of conflicting personalities; god had ever created on this earth. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Congregation of numbers |
Numbers have a profound power to enchant, it all started centuries ago, like a magic wand in a conjurer's hand, when astral constellation in the sky shone; revealing the mystical tale, which i now present with authority: number one depicts outstanding caliber, number two is sensitive and pessimistic, number three is forcefully domineering, number four is unfailingly loyal, number five is highly materialistic, number six is sincerely steadfast, number seven is unpredictably exciting, number eight is a pendulum of emotions, number nine is a born warrior, number ten is a disposition of short temper, number eleven is over ambitious, number twelve is a thorough dreamer, number thirteen is all willpower, number fourteen is a solitary personality, number fifteen is financially comfortable, number sixteen is a true wanderer, number seventeen is intelligently forceful, number eighteen is a roughshod laborer, number nineteen is arrogantly dynamic, number twenty is deeply depressed, number twenty-one is a negative thinker, number twenty-two lacks self confidence, number twenty three has a greed to dominate, number twenty-four is an idealist of love, number twenty five has a fiery temper, number twenty-six is a bit impatient, number twenty seven is a strong dictator, number twenty eight crumbles to pressure, number twenty nine cant face defeat, number thirty can rise to great heights, and number thirty-one is extremely diligent. that concludes the summary of those born, between the first and thirty-first of an astral month. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Control It |
Control it; or prepare to loose all your sense of overwhelmingly sagacious prudence, Control it; or prepare to blend like a piece of frigid chalk in profoundly bedraggled soil, Control it; or prepare to slacken your invincible stranglehold on the periphery of precious life, Control it; or prepare to swoon down inevitably towards the ground; as the heat was no longer conducive for your nerves to bear, Control it; or prepare to uncouthly erase the ocean of blissfully nostalgic memories forever from your intricate mind, Control it; or prepare to plunge down into the fathomless deep valley; after successfully clambering up the astronomically gigantic summit, Control it; or prepare to punctuate gaping holes; in your impeccably synchronized plan of unconquerable triumph, Control it; or prepare to embarrassingly slip on a road embedded profusely with obdurate spikes, Control it; or prepare to let the indiscriminate flames of blistering Sun; char you to infinitesimal fragments of insipid ash, Control it; or prepare to accept pathetically crippling defeat; when unprecedented triumph was just a hair away, Control it; or prepare to plummet below the diabolical dungeons; for the ultimate spin of your life, Control it; or prepare to have blissful entities traversing down the streets turn for your blood; like an untamed pack of parasites, Control it; or prepare to start counting backwards all over once again; after reaching the colossally unfathomable numeral of infinity, Control it; or prepare to succumb like a mountain of ice; infront of salacious lechery and blatantly stinking lies, Control it; or prepare to wander in diminutive wisps of obsolete oblivion; after the planet had discarded you like a piece of shit, Control it; or prepare to become an impoverished victim of your own idiosyncrasies; trembling uncontrollably on the abysmally heinous crocodile, Control it; or prepare to get mercilessly entangled into the most treacherously complicated web; in which ironically there was no grizzly haired spider, Control it; or prepare to take the perilous onslaught of the hideously menacing devil on your lungs; pulverizing them to worthless sand under its satanic might, Control it; or prepare to relinquish the love that mattered the most to you; in your destined quota of life, And control your anger; or prepare to perpetually imprison yourself infinite feet beneath your grave; even when you were still breathing and more exuberant than when God had given you new life…. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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