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»Death-A countless times better

 

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of tawdrily inconsolable isolation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of resplendently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of murderously ungainly abuse; an infinite times every unfurling instant of beautifully destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of unforgivably criminal torture; an infinite times every unfurling instant of vivaciously destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of acrimoniously ribald humiliation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of bountifully destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of hedonistically abominable slavery; an infinite times every unfurling instant of symbiotically destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of atrociously cannibalistic vindication; an infinite times every unfurling instant of iridescently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of baselessly trembling fear; an infinite times every unfurling instant of redolently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of inexplicably tormenting disease; an infinite times every unfurling instant of celestially destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of cannibalistically sacrilegious uncertainty; an infinite times every unfurling instant of mellifluously destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of horrifically wanton impeachment; an infinite times every unfurling instant of jubilantly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of horrendously asphyxiating oblivion; an infinite times every unfurling instant of triumphantly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of unceremoniously treacherous debauchery; an infinite times every unfurling instant of effulgently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of intolerably filthy stench; an infinite times every unfurling instant of poignantly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of preposterously pathetic decay; an infinite times every unfurling instant of eclectically destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of inanely meaningless infertility; an infinite times every unfurling instant of compassionately destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of venomously decrepit stagnation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of effervescently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of worthlessly demonic prejudice; an infinite times every unfurling instant of sparklingly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of bawdily worthless manipulation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of majestically destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of truculently lambasted frustration; an infinite times every unfurling instant of beamingly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of indefatigably nonchalant hopelessness; an infinite times every unfurling instant of symbiotically destined life,

And it was a countless better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of perpetually maiming cowardice; an infinite times every unfurling instant of victoriously destined life….

©®copyright-2005 by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Death-The Absolute King of Optimism…

 

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of ghoulishly crucifying death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most ultimate of king; relished every puff of free air in the colossal atmosphere?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of tumultuously asphyxiating death -inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most brazen tip of the mountain; wholesomely letting the waves of titillating adventure whistle past your aroused skin?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of deliriously estranged death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most euphoric waves of the ocean; profoundly exhilarated by the spray of magical existence?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of barbarously silencing death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most poignant shades of the scarlet rose; letting the flavor of creation forever reign supreme in every single ingredient of your blood?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of truculently unsparing death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most extremely aroused particles of rain-soaked soil; letting a perennial festoon of sensuality timelessly drift from each of your veins?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of cold-bloodedly sacrilegious death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most exultated streak of thunder; profusely drowning even the most insouciant of your nerve into the unparalleled roar of life?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of indescribably torturous death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most passionate shade of the rainbow; feeling the unconquerable enlightenment of breath even on severest maniacally depressed day?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of hideously massacring death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most virile layer of the seed; royally proliferating into infinite more of your kind; so that life in your reflection palpitated; even after you died?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of painstakingly divesting death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most everlasting kiss of the lips; trying to suckle every ounce of sweetness from the rhapsodically mesmerizing belly of earth?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of diabolically baseless death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most perpetuating sting of the bumble bee; trying to infiltrate your inimitable sting into every single quarter of the Universe?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of sadistically penalizing death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most everlasting tune of the nightingale; perpetually trying to blend the innermost tune of your soul; with every bit of goodness in the atmosphere?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of deplorably shattering death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most ecstatic roar of the lion; trying to overpower even the most infidel insinuation of the devil; at every step that you tread?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of tawdrily uncouth death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most tantalizing backdropp of the night; handsomely stirring the seduction of a boundless lifetimes within your impoverished skin and soul?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of cannibalistically castigating death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most blazing pinnacle of the Sun; interminably glowing in the invincibly flaming passion of existence?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of horrifically impotent death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most endless treasuries of opulence; groping to assimilate the very best of everything; on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of morbidly wretched death-inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most enigmatic chirps of the forest; fervently wanting to tingle each impoverished bone of yours; with the undefeated pulse of creation?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of sinfully devastating death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most immortal scent of a lover; trying to savor every single ounce of compassion and friendship; existing as one on this gigantic planet?

Wasn’t it only because of the fear of irrevocably wounding death—inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of your life like the most victoriously scintillating of star; unstoppably triumphing over even the most criminal shades of blackness and despair?

Then how the hell could you christen death as ‘Pessimistic’, ‘Negative’ and the sorts; when it was infact the absolute King of Optimism; the very best; beautiful; bountiful and inevitable blackness; that relentlessly inspired you forward in the chapter of inscrutable life…

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Definitely not one of those

 

I might be just a minuscule speck of dust loitering
aimlessly under the fathomless belt of sky; shivering
inexplicably every now and again,
But I was definitely not one of those; who got
devoured pathetically with the tiniest draught of
electric wind….

I might be just a grizzly haired rat; poking my nose
pertinently at every smudge of cheese; playing hide
and seek with my scornful master; every now and again,
But I was definitely not one of those; who got
ruthlessly got trapped within the diabolical
mousetrap; surreptitiously laid at every corner to
besiege me…

I might be just a cube of insipidly frigid ice;
cold-bloodedly reacting to all the tumultuous heat
enshrouding me; every now and again,
But I was definitely not one of those; who melted into
horrendously tame submission; as the Sun shone a
trifle more than it usual self….

I might be just an obdurately infinitesimal stone;
uncouthly bereft of the slightest of emotion;
gruesomely stumbling in life; every now and again,
But I was definitely not one of those; who got
satanically kicked beyond the realms of obsolete
oblivion; even before the infant could raise its
nimble foot….

I might be just a diminutively stray droplet of water;
reflecting the profound staleness in the lecherously
corrupt atmosphere; every now and again,
But I was definitely not one of those; who got
evaporated into baseless wisps of ridiculous
nothingness; as the season of sweltering summer;
overtook the cold winds in the sky….

I might be just a rotten fruit; swishing capriciously
with the viciously swirling breeze; every now and
again,
But I was definitely not one of those; who got
devilishly pulverized; even as the giant transgressed
boundless kilometers away from my body….

I might be just an insurmountably torn cloth;
dissipating into a countless fragments as people
walked; every now and again,
But I was definitely not one of those; who got ripped
apart into tyrannical extinction; as the menacing pigs
rampaged to appease their murderous gluttony…

I might be just a tiny alphabet inscribed gently on
shimmering sands; disgruntling my shape horrifically
as the waves struck the shores; every now and again,
But I was definitely not one of those; who blew past
the corridors of deplorably stinking hell; each time
the dictator exhaled his light breath…

And I might be just a profoundly devastated beat;
vacillating between the tenterhooks of life and death;
every now and again,
But I was definitely not one of those; who got swiped
in entirely from the trajectory of this planet;
witnessing the girl of my dreams slip from my heart;
to bond with the boy whom I considered an irascible
pest…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Definitely-Immortally bonding love

 

Perhaps the dictionary of the rambunctiously gallivanting bumble bee; obstreperously started and ended with solely the words; “Beautifully golden Honey”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the voluptuously crimson clouds; sensuously started and ended with solely the words; “Unceasingly fantasizing rain”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the fathomlessly majestic desert; aridly started and ended with solely the words; “Unsparingly emaciating heat”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the wretchedly devastating earthquake; tempestuously started and ended solely with the words; “Uncouthly endless destruction”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the magically ameliorating leaves; enchantingly started and ended solely with the words; “Vivaciously ardent breeze”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the ubiquitously spell binding forest; uncannily started and ended solely with the words; “Boundlessly unfettered Enigma”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the inimitably indomitable Sun; fierily started and ended solely with the words; “Unflinchingly optimistic blaze”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the mystically sabbatical snake; clandestinely started and ended solely with the words; “Lethally surreptitious venom”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the triumphantly unbridled butterfly; exuberantly started and ended solely with the words; “Jubilantly undying frolic”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the incomparably venerated cow; dedicatedly started and ended solely with the words; “Timelessly fructifying worship”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the indiscriminately marauding dinosaur; atrociously started and ended solely with the words; “Ruthlessly slandering massacre”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the resplendently milky moon; altruistically started and ended solely with the words; “Perennially enlightening shimmer”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the mundanely jaded road; morosely started and ended solely with the words; “Pathetically lugubrious abrasion”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the insuperably infallible mountains; brilliantly started and ended solely with the words; “Undaunted strength galore”

Perhaps the dictionary of the punctiliously ticking clock; perseveringly started and ended solely with the words; “Indefatigably unfurling time”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the unabashedly scarlet rose; inscrutably started and ended solely with the words; “Unlimitedly compassionate fragrance”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the marvelously undulating sea; poignantly started and ended solely with the words; “Timelessly burgeoning adventure”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the monstrously grisly spider; mysteriously started and ended solely with the words; “Eclectically amazing slipperiness”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the obsessively possessive parents; inexorably started and ended solely with the words; “Our own blood/children”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the seductively emollient dewdrop; celestially starred and ended solely with the words; “Eternally emancipating bliss”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the sullenly cadaverous graveyard; forlornly started and ended solely with the words; “Fetidly asphyxiating ghostliness”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the affably moistened nostril; interminably started and ended solely with the words; “Pricelessly undefeated life”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the fantastically rain soaked soil; magnificently started and ended solely with the words; “Limitlessly unshakable virility”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the unbelievably infinite Universe; spectacularly started and ended solely with the words; “Miraculously mitigating creation”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the redolently invincible conscience; irrefutably started and ended solely with the words; “Unconquerably heavenly truth”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the unassailably ecstatic blood; effulgently started and ended solely with the words; “Incomparably sparkling humanity”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the inscrutably sculptured palm; tantalizingly started and ended solely with the words; “Inexplicably unraveling destiny”,

Perhaps the dictionary of the ferociously blood-curling terrorist; barbarously started and ended solely with the words; “Venomously satanic hatred”,

But Definitely; without the most infinitesimal shadow of doubt and universally; the dictionary of every organism living and symbiotically alive; uninhibitedly started and ended solely with the words; “Immortally bonding love”….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Definition of Class- My father

 

Grey bristles of pointed hair,
Ruddy complexioned facial aura,
Small beads of visual apparatus,
Shrewd silhouette of pink lips,
Portraying firm outlines of decision,
A glittering bunch of 32 teeth,
A long sprawled pungent nose; sensitive to minutest of change,
An eye opening infectious smile,
Hands dangling from brave sockets,
Knotted fingers on the prowl,
With a heart pounding in cavities of innocence,
A coagulation of speedy catalysts,
Primitive bohemian feet clambering up walls of unfettered triumph,
High pitched mental machinery,
Harnessing loads of talent,
Lurking in realms of faith in self,
Thoroughly greased to simplistic proportions,
A gift of precious inheritance,
Combined with onerous perspiration,
With unceasing steps towards overwhelming success,
A diligent disciple of the Almighty Lord,
With burning incense sticks of truth,
Nailed deep to his persona,
A blend of righteousness and dedicated humor,
Short stature compiled with euphoric honesty,
An idol of indigenous prosperity,
Having empathy and compassion to pain,
A gifted molecule of billions existing,
Is how I would like to describe my father.
 
»Definitions

 

White granules of crushed salt,
distilled from rash waves of saline ocean,
mixed in adequate amount of clear water,
filled to the brim in large beer mugs,
along with with crushed pulp of lemon, tinge of ginger,
is my definition of taste.
{1}

fine threads of variegated saffron,
adhering to shiny interiors of stainless steel,
filled with curry of white starched curd,
with fine sprinkle of pungent mustard powder,
beaten to jelly with wooden battens,
producing clouds of strong aroma,
is my definition of smell.
{2}

brilliant red petals of fragrant rose,
germinating in tandem from thick center buds,
springing from thorny, slender green beanstalk,
deriving nutrition fertile soil,
with a sheath of transparent dew drops,
is my definition of colour.
{3}
heaps of crisp currency notes,
stacked in invincible iron safe,
punched in a cluster by pins of soft metal,
increasing in size by the passing day,
with exquisite statues of pure gold,
is my definition of comfort.

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

 

The most treacherously ungainly manipulation miserably
dithered to perturb me; as I unflinchingly marched on
the path of blazingly scintillating righteousness,
But what was killing me more than horrific death every
unfurling instant; was the amorphously devilish
dungeon of; remorseful loneliness….

The most murderously bizarre conventionalism
horrendously staggered to dent me even an
infinitesimal trifle; as I fulminated into a
gloriously embellished festoon of unhindered
creativity,
But what was killing me more than cadaverous death
every passing instant; was the truculently abhorrent
corpse of; dastardly loneliness….

The most salaciously perverted of lunatics grotesquely
failed to taint my conscience even a diminutive speck;
as I eternally supported the cause of immortally
fantastic truth till the very last breath of my
impoverished life,
But what was killing me more than asphyxiating death
every unleashing instant; was the barbarously
coldblooded parasite of; lethal loneliness….

The most domineeringly chauvinistic egoists
pathetically stuttered in trying to make me a
quintessential part of their group; as I sat on the
leaf of nature’s pristine vivaciousness for centuries
immemorial,
But what was killing me more than crippling death
every unfurling instant; was the egregiously
bloodsucking leech of; satanic loneliness….

The most tawdrily titillating of vixens devastatingly
staggered in trying to invidiously infiltrate my
virginity; as I dedicated even the most fugacious
moment of my destitute life; to the service of
philanthropically resplendent mankind,
But what was killing me more than traumatic death
every instant; was the lecherously venomous thorn of;
simpering loneliness….

The most ominously macabre traitors endlessly lost in
insidiously trying to purchase the unfathomably
puristic sanctity of my soul; as I timelessly galloped
in through the lanes of unconquerably brilliant
righteousness,
But what was killing me more than irascible death
every unraveling instant; was the sadistically
truculent fog of; vindictive loneliness…

The most morbidly disparaging tricksters
preposterously fumbled in fooling my innovatively
discerning senses; as I victoriously clambered to the
pinnacle of benevolently enlightening success; all
throughout the chapters of my vibrantly eclectic life,
But what was killing me more than decrepit death every
advancing instant; was the mordantly discordant voice
of; bellicose loneliness….

The most hedonistically sultry betrayal disappeared
into wisps of decaying oblivion; as it tried to
sleazily perpetuate into my ecstatically spell binding
aura of compassionate vividness,
But what was killing me more than pernicious death;
was the pruriently prattling scarecrow of;
deteriorating loneliness….

And the most ignominiously diabolical extinction
inconsolably wailed; as it gruesomely decimated in
front of my spirit of insatiably untamed and
sensuously exhilarating adventure,
But what was killing me more than savage death; was
the acrimoniously incarcerating prison of; delinquent
loneliness…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Deserved to be kissed

 

Every summit blazing intrepidly through the satiny
entrenchment of clouds; irrefutably deserved to be
kissed by brilliantly golden sunshine,

Every grass blade standing unflinchingly all
throughout sweltering afternoon; irrefutably deserved
to be kissed by a tantalizing festoon of celestially
shimmering dewdrops; as dawn transcended all ghastly
darkness,

Every patriot relentlessly fighting to save his
revered motherland; irrefutably deserved to be kissed
by invincibly everlasting victory,

Every flower ubiquitously disseminating the scent of
unconquerable humanity; irrefutably deserved to be
kissed by exuberantly vivacious blankets of blissful
breeze,

Every philanthropist intransigently diffusing the
perpetual virtue of uninhibited brotherhood;
irrefutably deserved to be kissed by a wave of
perennial goodness and overwhelming bliss,

Every innocuous eye flickering drearily after a
tumultuously fatiguing days work; irrefutably deserved
to be kissed by mesmerizing curtains of heavenly
sleep,

Every blind organism ebulliently endeavoring its best
to relish the unfathomable beauty of this boundless
Universe; irrefutably deserved to be kissed by
divinely enamoring fireballs of sight,

Every orphan tenaciously fighting its righteous way
through a pack of satanically hostile and manipulative
wolves; irrefutably deserved to be kissed by
unequivocally wholehearted success,

Every mirror candidly divulging even the most inner
most arenas of the immaculate conscience; irrefutably
deserved to be kissed by the impregnably Omnipotent
image of vibrant honesty,

Every minuscule bone unsurpassably determined to scrap
the complexion of evil from the trajectory of this
fathomless planet; irrefutably deserved to be kissed
by blessedly Herculean power,

Every road mystically winding into a cloud of
unparalleled newness; irrefutably deserved to be
kissed by the romantically philandering and fantasy
traveler,

Every cake stupendously enthusiastic about
consecrating the child’s birthday; irrefutably
deserved to be kissed by a profoundly enlightening and
poignantly glistening candle,

Every ideal that harbored the perennial scent of
service to devastatingly deprived mankind; irrefutably
deserved to be kissed by the sparkling clock of
Omniscient timelessness,

Every granule of soil undetteringly facing the
onslaught of acrimonious storm and gruesomely
exonerating drought; irrefutably deserved to be kissed
by compassionately blossoming crop,

Every palm incomprehensibly determined to propagate
the formidable rays of peace to each iota of space
lingering in pallidly uncouth darkness; irrefutably
deserved to be kissed by a map of royally unfazed
destiny lines,

Every lip inundating hopelessly shattered lives with
overpowering words of supreme encouragement;
irrefutably deserved to be kissed by a Omnipresent
smile,

Every artist who incredulously fulminated even the
most intricate arenas of his heart and soul to appease
his lifeless audiences; irrefutably deserved to be
kissed by flames of bountiful prosperity,

Every soul inherently encompassing the insatiable
desire to propagate the divinity of unchallengable
existence; irrefutably deserved to be kissed by
never-ending seeds of majestic life,

And every heart passionately throbbing to
indefatigably bequeath upon the world its beats of
everlasting charisma; not only irrefutably deserved to
be kissed by the immortal ocean of love; but be born
infinite times once again as love; love and only love


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

 

Perhaps he was destined to relentlessly swim in the
poignantly tangy oceans; tirelessly wading across the
unsurpassably stormy waves all sweltering day and
resplendently star studded night,
While perhaps she was destined to laze like a princess
on the surreally untamed mountaintop; with the
mystical entrenchment of clouds majestically
tantalizing every iota of her voluptuously nubile
skin….

Perhaps he was destined to trespass on a battalion of
indiscriminately satanic thorns; unrelentingly oozing
into an ocean of ghastly blood; more rampantly as the
instants unfurled into wholesome minutes,
While perhaps she was destined to blend with the
fragrance of heavenly goodness all her life;
coalescing even the most infinitesimal iota of her
regale countenance; with the winds of unbelievably
benevolent tranquility….

Perhaps he was destined to guzzle preposterously
ominous venom; incarcerating every ingredient of his
immaculate blood with the coffins of horrifically
asphyxiating torture,
While perhaps she was destined to float in the aisles
of unparalleled desire for infinite more births yet to
unveil; coalescing every element of her vivacious life
with the stupendously ingratiating melody of this
enchanting planet…..

Perhaps he was destined to abominably rot in the
dungeons of condemnation; with every entity
trespassing him; rebukingly whipping his nimble body
with swords of diabolical exasperation,
While perhaps she was destined to timelessly philander
on unfathomable meadows of pure silk; uninhibitedly
freeing each of her impeccable senses to perennially
bond with the divine….

Perhaps he was destined to transgress through only
disastrously gory impediments every unleashing second
of his life; sardonically bearing the brunt of the
conventionally turgid and ruthless society,
While perhaps she was destined to embrace the waves of
irrefutably invincible triumph since the moment she
opened her celestial eyes; wonderfully assimilating
all spellbinding righteousness lingering in the
magical atmosphere….

Perhaps he was destined to deplorably loiter in
dolorously fetid lavatories of baseless lies;
exploding into a graveyard of licentious manipulation
even as he was about to exhale his very last breath,
While perhaps she was destined to be the ultimate
harbinger of eternally sacrosanct truth; propagate the
unconquerable essence of symbiotic humanity; to even
the most obsolete cranny of this limitless planet….

Perhaps he was destined to be uxoriously torched into
realms of worthless extinction; indefatigably be
pulverized by the truculent maelstrom of treacherously
trampling demons,
While perhaps she was destined to replenish even the
most inconspicuous speck of her soul; with the
unendingly eclectic artistry of this gigantically
exuberant earth….

Perhaps he was destined to taste meaninglessly
atrocious dust and stone; even before he could tread a
single step; even before he could execute the most
mercurial puff of his disdainfully staggering breath,
While perhaps she was destined to unveil into a
fabulous festoon of boundlessly beautiful colors;
romance in the sensuously fathomless entrenchment of
enigmatic life; for times immemorial….

Perhaps he was destined to unsparingly burn under the
ferociously blazing inferno of debilitatingly
persevering summer; having to climb mountains as
Herculean as the Omnipotent Sun; for moistening his
lips with even a single droplet of water,
While perhaps she was destined to ebulliently frolic
in the lanes of heavenly mischievousness; leading each
moment of her blessed life like an ecstatically
newborn princess….

But one thing was unassailably; one thing was what
even the Omniscient grace of the Almighty Lord
couldn’t ever deny,
That they were both destined to immortally love;
marvelously bonding the rhythm of their
compassionately throbbing hearts; with the beats of
impregnable existence; with the spirit of everlasting
living kind….


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

 

I blended a considerate proportion of wild sand and
water,
smearing the paste with a sweet curry of white fish
chowder,
neatly aligning the assembly of bricks to form a wall,
with acrid light beams of the sun fortifying the
construction,
I then left destiny handle my twin storied house.

I slogged like a tribal bull all sweltering day,
burnt midnight oil to its unprecedented capacity,
flipping diligently through minuscule literature
printed on decaying parchment
of books,
mustered enough tenacity to appear in the
examinations,
leaving destiny to decide the outcome of my Herculean
effort.

I drove my automobile at languid speeds,
caressing the gears with meticulous precision,
maneuvering the vehicle with coherent strokes imparted
to the steering wheel,
applying stringent pressure on the horn before
overtaking,
leaving destiny to implement whether i should
relinquish breath in a car
crash; or live.

I onerously molded my fingers to sketch,
feeding bare bonds of paper with ornate lines of the
moist mountain,
vigorously shading fluorescent rays of the sun with my
lead tipped pencil,
filling enchanting spots of the lake with crimson
color,
left it entirely on destiny to be appreciated by true
connoisseurs of art.

I viciously perspired beneath the flaming sun,
performing routine tasks; catering to activities of
monotonous life,
ploughing virgin chunks of clay; sandwiched amidst
towering bull,
milking the cow for rich complexioned frothy cream,
left it to mother destiny to chalk plans of action in
my life.


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