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»Bury me alive

 

Even before you could drag her hands towards the
acerbically gleaming knife; slice my fingers into
infinite pieces,

Even before you could dropp a stone on her dainty head;
smash my skull into a million fragments,

Even before you could deprive her of inevitable
glasses of water; gruesomely extricate my throat of
its last bit of poignant saliva,

Even before you could maneuver the pin surreptitiously
towards her spell binding eyes; blind me for countless
births of mine to yet unveil,

Even before you could make her trip inadvertently over
the cold floor; hurl me uncouthly from the summit of
the colossal mountain like a chunk of lifeless
matchstick,

Even before you could make her forget a single
anecdote of her overwhelmingly precious life; make me
wander like an insane lunatic; oblivious to all
mankind,

Even before you could make her grapple a trifle in the
placid swimming pool; drown me ruthlessly to the rock
bottom of the fathomless ocean,

Even before you could make the tiniest of tear drop
ooze from her mesmerizing eyes; flood my entire
destiny with unfathomable sorrow and treacherous
malice,

Even before you could make her falter in her
stupendously emphatic speech; convert me into
pathetically dumb; barbarically chopping my tongue
into incomprehensible number of minuscule bits,

Even before you could furtively capsize her
transiently tinkling laughter; sew my lips satanically
with the threads of irrevocable terror,

Even before you could rob a single hair from her
alluring scalp; make me completely bald; with my head
sparkling a ghastly white under dim beams of
moonlight,

Even before you could deprive her of even a diminutive
fraction of celestial sleep; savagely rip away all the
bliss engulfing my persona; thrusting me into an ocean
of unsurpassable complications,

Even before you could keep her hungry for more than a
single minute; starve me miserably for unimaginable
number of decades,

Even before you could think of destroying her divinely
dwelling; mercilessly pulverize each of my bones to
more than a billion pulp,

Even before you could snap an inconspicuous strand of
hair from her voluptuous eyelash; assassinate both my
supple lids from deep within their very fragile roots,

Even before you could tamper the slightest with her
ability to seductively sing; transform my voice into
one more hoarser than the obnoxiously black crow,

Even before you could trespass the most infinitesimal
with her tumultuous exuberance; exhaust all the energy
and blood from my vast conglomerate of veins,

Even before you could cause the faintest of panic in
her heart; make my beats race faster than the volcano
erupting and profusely blazing through the atmosphere,

And even before you could evolve the wildest
perception of taking her breath away O! Almighty Lord;
bury me alive a thousand feet beneath my corpse; till
the time you wanted this planet to continue….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Bury me near the mosque of my Creator….

 

Whether you choose to barbarously butcher my impoverished body into an infinite pieces of orphaned flesh and bone; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely mollifying death,

Whether you choose to brutally pulverize my limp body by driving a boundless bulldozers over each of its inflated contours; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely liberating death,

Whether you choose to ruthlessly rip apart every organ of my stagnant body- to play sadistically with it under the unsparingly venomous midnight; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely silencing death,

Whether you choose to cannibalistically submerge my lifeless body into an ocean of hedonistically fuming acid; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely placating death,

Whether you choose to gruesomely feed my worthless body as the sole meal to your ferociously famished dogs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blissful death,

Whether you choose to maniacally bludgeon my feelingless body with the most acrimonious of cleavers—just to release the extra ounce of energy thwarting in your bones; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely still death,

Whether you choose to demonically stab my expressionless body with the utmost narcissism and with a countless blood stained knives; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely restful death,

Whether you choose to pugnaciously slander my penurious body-hurling every conceivable expletive at it hanging it upside down in the absolute center of the world; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely finishing death,

Whether you choose to wretchedly defecate every perceivable waste of yours on my unflinching body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely transcending death,

Whether you choose to vindictively strangulate my neck till my eyes popped and bounced limitless kilometers outside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blessing death,

Whether you choose to salaciously spit on my stony body in unison with the entire unceasing globe; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely irretrievable death,

Whether you choose to sardonically crunch each bone of my fetid body—to relish the parsimoniously fine chowder that evolved; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely ameliorating death,

Whether you choose to indulge into an infinite controversies regards the status of my hapless body—the opulence it had hidden on this timeless planet; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely absolving death,

Whether you choose to let loose every wildly stinging scorpion on earth upon my unnerved body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely healing death,

Whether you choose to viciously hurl my decaying body into the land of the devilishly rampaging dinosaurs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely wonderful death,

Whether you choose to deliriously stamp upon my evanescent body with the whole Universe-till I puked out whatever little fluid left inside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely inebriating death,

Whether you choose to bombard my speechless body with the most atrocious bombs and nuclear missiles of your time; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely resting death,

Whether you choose to abominably dissect my orphaned body—scientifically analyze and criticize each of its oblivious part; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely uniting death,

And do whatever you choose after my veritable death—I really don’t give a damn to even the most indescribably sinful of your actions O! parasitic man—but please do me just one ultimate favor of burying me in whatever form you have me after your mutilation-somewhere near the mosque of my Omnipotent Creator….

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»Busy

 

The clouds were mystically busy; in showering
tantalizing globules of rain; upon fathomless
territories of agonizingly parched soil,

The Sun was flamingly busy; in magically sizzling
every cranny of this boundlessly congenial Universe;
with golden beams of its optimistically enchanting
light,

The spiders were fabulously busy; in enamoringly
weaving silken strands of webs; euphorically bouncing
in the threads; fervently anticipating the prey of
their choice,

The fires were swelteringly busy; in charring even the
most infinitesimal iota of tenacious logwood; to
threadbare bits of minuscule ash,

The clowns were ludicrously busy; in tumultuously
evoking a festoon of unfathomable smiles; on the faces
of all those besieged with cloudbursts of inexplicable
gloom,

The eagles were majestically busy; in enshrouding
every bit of drearily insipid space; with exuberant
draughts of exotic air,

The snakes were ominously busy; in stealthily waiting
for innocuously sparkling skin; ebullient chunks of
flesh to venomously infiltrate their murderously
sinister fangs; in,
The fortresses were invincibly busy; in
compassionately sequestering all those disastrously
orphaned and dithering; from the acrimoniously mighty
onslaught; of the turgidly satanic society,

The clothes were amiably busy; in shielding innocently
naked skin from vindictively frozen avalanches of
wind; as well as tyrannically ferocious rays of; the
uncouthly blistering afternoon,

The cars were boisterously busy; in rhapsodically
transporting fatigued battalions of passengers; to the
most resplendently placating destination of their
supreme choice,

The sharks were diabolically busy; in frantically
groping for immaculate prey; metamorphose a profusely
robust framework of ravishing flesh and blood; into a
devastatingly transposed curry of sheer nothingness,

The dogs were pertinently busy; in dolefully barking;
deluging the trajectory of the gloomily treacherous
night; with an incomprehensible number of their
ghoulish wails,

The ghosts were insidiously busy; in casting the spell
of their gorily sinister doom; devouring blissful
civilizations; in the swirl of their hideously
obfuscated and grotesque countenances,

The eyes were indefatigably busy; in profoundly
discerning and imbibing the fathomlessly glorious
beauty of this gregariously mystical Universe; paving
their way ecstatically forward to coin astoundingly
new chapters of existence,

The blood was poignantly busy; in spell bindingly
imparting fortitude to each arena of the staggeringly
bedraggled body; rejuvenating it to unfurl
refreshingly emphatic chapters of; a vividly vibrant
tomorrow,

The pigs were disdainfully busy; in excoriating
through lugubrious piles of garbage at lightening
velocities; ruthlessly gobbling even the most
worthlessly stinking piece of shit; that sleazily
greeted them in their savage way,

The forests were inscrutably busy; in churning tales
of unrelenting mysticism; voluptuously kissing the
charismatic blanket of the stupendously glittering
night; with seductive fireballs of empathy; and life,

The Gods were Omnisciently busy; in proliferating
astronomical spurts of sacred life on the boundlessly
beautiful planet; articulately maneuvering the destiny
of each organism; rich or lecherously poor; alike,
And my Heart was perpetually busy; in incarcerating
the beats of her passionately divine heart;
assimilating and immortal bonding with the essence of
her unparalleled love; uniting with her philanthropic
will; to bless all benign mankind…
 
»But all that hardly mattered

 

Disillusioned were my distraught eyes; traumatically
agonized by all bizarrely inflicted misery that they
witnessed umpteenth number of times in a single day,

Disillusioned were my parched lips; insidiously
appalled by the gory scent of grotesque manipulation;
in every morsel of food that they tasted,

Disillusioned was my beleaguered brain; truculently
lambasted by the indefatigable whirlpools of insane
corruption and treacherously abhorrent prejudice,

Disillusioned were my dwindling fingers; solely
feeling only morbidly robotic space on every speck of
atmosphere that they ardently caressed,

But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of
Omnipotent Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more
immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time;
and I found myself wholesomely blended with her shadow
of eternally resplendent truth; forever and ever and
ever….

1….

Disillusioned were my trembling bones; ghastily
collapsing as the winds of parasitically unsparing
savagery; struck them from every quarter of this
Universe,

Disillusioned were my beleaguered ears; intransigently
shutting themselves for centuries immemorial; as all
they heard were boundless screams of the innocently
deprived; the only beats that reached them were the
sound of the mercilessly marauding devil,

Disillusioned were my flailing arms; as all that they
ever got a chance to hoist were corpses grotesquely
disproportioned; by frenziedly indiscriminate
bloodshed on this satanically uncouth globe today,

Disillusioned were my withering hair; as cold-blooded
demons ruthlessly tore on them from everywhere; with
the breeze whipping them eventually metamorphosing
into cloudbursts of remorseful blood,

But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of
Omnipresent Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more
immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time;
and I found myself in due obeisance on her divinely
feet; as she perpetually drifted my soul towards the
path of priceless righteousness…..

2….

Disillusioned was my asphyxiating neck; as the swords
of disdainfully fretful lechery tried their venomous
best; to annihilate it into an infinite pieces of
undecipherable shit,

Disillusioned were my crumbling palms; as even the
most pristine droplets of sacrosanct inspiration that
they touched; had been invidiously adulterated by the
acrimoniously power hungry society outside,

Disillusioned were my bleeding feet; as every path
that they holistically transgressed; had the thorns of
malicious hatred ardently awaiting to maim them for a
countless more lifetimes,

Disillusioned was my terrified reflection; as the
entity I sighted in my mirror of my own conscience;
had now been transformed into a murderous ghost; by
inevitable circumstances and the emotionless world
outside,

But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of
Omniscient Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more
immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time;
and I found myself blissfully assimilating every iota
of her heavenly sensuousness; perennially suckling the
majestic artistry that bountifully showered from her
vivacious bosom…..

3….

Disillusioned were my tortured intestines; as even the
most infinitesimal granule of fodder that I consumed;
was greedily evicted by the spuriously pompous society
that vengefully followed my stride,

Disillusioned was my shivering spine; as every draught
of air that hit my countenance; had in it the cries of
my despairingly penalized siblings; the barbarically
orphaned children of my kind,

Disillusioned were my frigid eyelashes; as the
unrelentingly pugnacious war on this colossal planet;
had horrifically crippled them of even the slightest
of their mischievously flirtatious fluttering,

Disillusioned was my dreary breath; as every
ingredient of air that entered my diminutive nostrils;
brutally strangulated me towards the last visible nail
of my veritably preposterous coffin,

But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of
unconquerable Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more
immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time;
and I found myself tirelessly dancing as her only
slave; to the tunes of her everlastingly humanitarian
existence….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»But atleast allow me

 

I won't mind it at all if you didn’t allow me inside
with you; when you went to attend the glamorous party,
But at least allow me to sit outside on the steps;
engross myself rhapsodically in your faint tunes; that
nimbly floated in the atmosphere.

I won't mind it at all if you didn’t offer me a ride
behind your flamboyant bike; zipped ahead like an
untamed tornado without slackening your speed or
respite,
But at least allow me to watch you from my window;
pray for you relentlessly to God; asking him to wade
off the tiniest of evil that might be transgress
viciously across your persona.

I won't mind it at all if you didn’t invite me for
dinner; when infact you had called even the most
bedraggled of beggars to attend the bombastic fiesta,
But at least allow me to collect the left over’s of
your food; cherish and enjoy your ethereal essence for
times immemorial.

I won't mind it at all if you didn’t speak my name
even once in your entire lifetime; remained profusely
lost and captivated in wholesomely surreal fantasy of
your own,
But at least allow me to chant yours till the time I
died; overwhelmingly remember your fabulous
countenance till I inhaled my last breath.

I won't mind it at all if you miserably failed to
recognize me even when I passed at whisker lengths
from your body; made an insurmountably scornful face;
shrugging your nose in disdain towards open space,
But at least allow me to keep a blurred photograph of
yours close to my heart; perceive you in the most
stupendous forms possible every unleashing minute of
the sweltering day.

I won't mind it at all if you spat ruthlessly on my
face; kicked me in my rear like a football; trying to
hurl me in a hurry towards my ultimate place in the
heavens,
But at least allow me to admire the sweat that
trickled prolifically from your nape; in your ominous
attempts to make me disappear forever from this
planet.

I won't mind it at all if you turned your back in
dreariness as soon as you saw me; instead talked to
unprecedented limits with the other man who was
perpetually blind,
But at least allow me to caress your mesmerizing and
fleeting shadow; which lingered transiently for a
while; and then thoroughly lost itself in the granules
of earth.

I won't mind it at all if you charred my bones to
inconspicuous raw ash; punctured my robust body with a
flurry of pugnaciously hostile bullets,
But at least allow me to sketch your enchanting
contours on slippery sea soil; savor your
incredulously glorious memories all my life.

I won't mind it at all if you barbarically blinded me;
piercing my intricate eyeballs with gleaming rods of
scarlet fire,
But at least allow me to feel the winds that kissed
you while drifting; not only imparting me with the
unsurpassable exuberance to lead the day; but to
audaciously face my entire life.

And I won't mind it at all if you didn’t give me a
position in your heart; blowing me off like an
infinitesimal speck of dirt into obsolete oblivion,
But at least allow me to listen to your passionately
palpitating beats; which I had an irrefutable feeling
would someday throb only for me; would someday be
always mine….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»But atleast love me when I am alive

 

I really wouldn’t mind it even an infinitesimal trifle; if you salaciously chose to and forever buried my body an infinite feet beneath the surface of tawdrily fetid earth; after my breath had died and my wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an inconspicuous trifle; if you barbarously chose to and forever kept my body in the cold-bloodedly heartless freezer; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an insouciant trifle; if you mercilessly chose to and forever kept my body on the treacherously vulture laden terrace; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a diminutive trifle; if satanically chose to and forever kept chopping my body into a countless pieces of nothingness; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an ethereal trifle; if you diabolically chose to and forever burnt my body on the most vindictively smoldering embers of iron; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an evanescent trifle; if you demonically chose to and forever cemented my body into the asphyxiatingly penurious hollows of the wall; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a teeny trifle; if you sadistically chose to and forever trampled my body with your uncouthly bohemian shoe; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a mercurial trifle; if you intolerably chose to and forever kept submerging my body into the most violently blistering of acid; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a fugitive trifle; if you venomously chose to and forever bombarded my body with the most ruthlessly excoriating of bombs; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a vespered trifle; if you sinfully chose to and forever fed my body to the most pugnaciously stinking of pigs; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an obfuscated trifle; if you ominously chose to and forever spat on my body the most ignominiously ludicrous of your spit; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a teeny trifle; if you tyrannically chose to and forever crushed my body under the most atrociously rampaging bulldozer; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a transient trifle; if you hedonistically chose to and forever kept my body pathetically strangulated in the most wretchedly preposterous of coffin; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an oblivious trifle; if you forlornly chose to and forever stitched every pore of my body with the most horrendously bellicose of thread; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a flickering trifle; if you wickedly chose to and forever plundered my body with an infinite blood-curling nails; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a truncated trifle; if you dementedly chose to and forever dissected every minute cranny of my body to tingle your perverted senses; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn’t mind it even a cloistered trifle; if you viciously chose to and forever suspended my body ridiculously upside down from the scorpion studded ceiling; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a pallid trifle; if you horrifically chose to and forever tossed my body to the unsurpassably emaciated sharks; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even a non-existent trifle; if you deliriously chose to and forever ate every bone from the skeleton of my body for nocturnal supper; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

I really wouldn’t mind it even an invisible trifle; if you criminally chose to and forever kept my body in a region of haplessly disoriented vacuum; where there existed no land or holistic space; after my breath had died and wholesome death,

O! Yes; I really wouldn’t mind it even a quavering trifle; if you unforgivably chose and forever did whatever you wanted with every part of my body after my breath had died and wholesome death; whether you torturously crucified me in ghastly hell or stabbed me an infinite times; an infinite kilometers even beyond its amorphous realms,

But atleast love me when I’m alive….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»But I could still love

 

I might be living on bare chunks of threadbare soil;
with hardly a roof to cover my dilapidated scalp,
But I could still perceive infinite kilometers above
the sky; to the most unprecedented limits of
mesmerizing imagination; in my dreams….

I might be adorned in abysmally tottered clothes; with
obnoxious streaks of dirt and disease creeping with
sinister effusiveness from my skin,
But I could still relentlessly fantasize about the
most innocuously ingratiating complexion on this
Universe; drown myself perpetually in a paradise of
surreally enchanting silk; in my dreams….

I might be incomprehensibly diminutive in stature;
being ridicules beyond boundaries of sagacious control
by every individual transgressing on the streets,
But I could still dance indefatigably with the angels
in the sky; basking with them inexorably under satiny
rays of the Sun; in my dreams….

I might be horrendously blind; with cloud covers of
ghastly darkness engulfing me from all sides; even in
the most ferocious of sunlight,
But I could still glimpse the most enchanting of
angels; incessantly witness the most profoundly
Omnipotent light which my sighted counterparts could
never even imagine; in my dreams….

I might be inexplicably unfortunate not to get my
share of luck in this world; staggering umpteenth
number of times as the ruthless society brutally
kicked me,
But I could still philander in gay abandon through the
interiors of the unfathomably grandiloquent castle;
explore the most spell binding places on this planet;
in my dreams….

I might be wholesomely lonely; with people preferring
the most inconspicuous of job; to my abhorrently
repulsive facial contours,
But I could still talk till times immemorial with the
entity I desired; incarcerate even the most alien in
the swirl of my untamed passion; in my dreams….

I might be an unsurpassably ancient fossil; lying
buried for centuries unprecedented beneath layers of
obsolete sand,
But I could still gyrate with the most overwhelmingly
contemporary form of life; be a part of profusely
fascinating and pragmatic present; in my dreams….

I might be an infinitesimally humble personality;
withering away worse than a broken leaf at the tiniest
draught of gloomy breeze,
But I could still win over the heart of every single
organism in this world; impregnate my irrefutably
truthful impression in their eyes for decades
unlimited; in my dreams…

And I might be deprive of the love that I had taken
birth for on this most wonderful earth of God; being
insidiously betrayed by the girl whom I could give my
life for,
But I could still love her; not only for this life;
but for countless more births even after my death;
ebulliently blossom and romance with her in the aisles
of insatiable desire; in my dreams….


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»But Immortally fearless love

 

Eternally unshakable “Truth” can only; holistically spawn; astoundingly proliferate; timelessly lead; unassailable diffuse; and impeccable transpire; into nothing else but; Omnipotent “Truth” itself,

Unconquerably righteous “Honesty” can only; enchantingly spawn; unstoppably proliferate; indefatigably lead; majestically diffuse; and beautifully transpire; into nothing else but; enamoring “Honesty” itself,

Pristinely unfettered “Artistry” can only; bountifully spawn; interminably proliferate; irrefutably lead; aristocratically diffuse; and amazingly transpire; into nothing else but; poignant “Artistry” itself,

Pricelessly inimitable “Humanity” can only; stupendously spawn; unabashedly proliferate; magnificently lead; jubilantly diffuse; and resplendently transpire; into nothing else but; ubiquitous “Humanity” itself,

Symbiotically benign “Innovation” can only; brilliantly spawn; undyingly proliferate; insuperably lead; triumphantly diffuse; and beamingly transpire; into nothing else but; ingenious “Innovation” itself,

Iridescently spell binding “Innocence” can only; celestially spawn; unflinchingly proliferate; indomitably lead; royally diffuse; and victoriously transpire; into nothing else but; bounteous “Innocence” itself,

Fantastically unbridled “Passion” can only; synergistically spawn; continuously proliferate; redolently lead; forever diffuse; and uninhibitedly transpire; into nothing else but; unbelievable “Passion” itself,

Altruistically ardent “Bravery” can only; handsomely spawn; compassionately proliferate; fabulously lead; ebulliently diffuse; and ecumenically transpire; into nothing else but; untainted “Bravery” itself,
Well-deservedly truthful “Perseverance” can only; regally spawn; convivially proliferate; Omnisciently lead; emolliently diffuse; and tirelessly transpire; into nothing else but; undefeated “Perseverance” itself,

Unfathomably sparkling “Melody” can only; ecstatically spawn; seductively proliferate; wholesomely lead; gorgeously diffuse; and indispensably transpire; into nothing else but; ravishing “Melody” itself,

Invincibly unparalleled “Candor” can only; beautifully spawn; instantaneously proliferate; serenely lead; magnanimously diffuse; and quintessentially transpire; into nothing else but; magnetic “Candor” itself,

Impregnably harmonious “Simplicity” can only; profusely spawn; undeniably proliferate; vivaciously lead; selflessly diffuse; and inevitably transpire; into nothing else but; Omnipresent “Simplicity” itself,

Gloriously blazing “Virility’ can only; profoundly spawn; unsurpassably proliferate; vividly lead; serendipitously diffuse; and heavenly transpire; into nothing else but; unlimited “Virility” itself,

Unceasingly virgin “Mischief” can only; ecstatically spawn; romantically proliferate; eclectically lead; winningly diffuse; and surreally transpire; into nothing else but; unhindered “Mischief” itself,

Innocuously mesmerizing “Beauty” can only; fathomlessly spawn; steadily proliferate; symbiotically lead; heartily diffuse; and perennially transpire; into nothing else but; effulgent “Beauty” itself,

Sensuously fiery “Breath” can only; limitlessly spawn; blissfully proliferate; plausibly lead; universally diffuse; and perpetually transpire; into nothing else but; voluptuous “Breath” itself,

Fantastically undeterred “Determination” can only; adroitly spawn; incessantly proliferate; gorgeously lead; effervescently diffuse; and passionately transpire; into nothing else but; intransigent “Determination” itself,

Magically ameliorating “Holiness” can only; indisputably spawn; undauntedly proliferate; magnetically lead; robustly diffuse; and divinely transpire; into nothing else but; unblemished “Holiness”,

But Immortally fearless “Love” has; is and shall forever; mystically spawn; uncontrollably proliferate; effulgently lead; marvelously diffuse; and sacredly transpire; into all of the above and an infinite more than the imperceptible definitions of enigmatic infinite infinity…


©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»But it is my humble plea

 

I didn’t wish to be saved even an infinitesimal iota; if the hands of
uncouthly unforgiving destiny; treacherously pushed me from the 200th
floor
of the astronomically colossal edifice,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably
ensure;
that my philanthropic neighbors weren’t disturbed the slightest; by my
ghastly fall and inevitable cries…..


I didn’t wish to be saved even an inconspicuous inch; if the palms of
inexplicably traumatic destiny; hurtled me face on towards the;
overwhelmingly speeding monstrous truck,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably
ensure;
that the shrubs sprouting blissfully in vicinity; weren’t camouflaged
the
slightest; with my rampantly spurting fountains of crimson blood….

I didn’t wish to be saved even a capriciously remote whisker; if the
clouds of ominously penalizing destiny; buried me infinite feet beneath
my
coffin; without ostensibly no fault of mine and when I was in pristine
prime
of life,
But is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably
ensure;
that the soil surrounding my grave wasn’t affected the slightest by my
disdainfully decaying carrion; instead perennially continued to
proliferate
into a paradise of exhilarating newness…

I didn’t wish to be saved even an obliviously obsolete trifle; if the
winds
of salaciously pulverizing destiny; barbarically drowned me to the rock
bottom; of the fathomlessly swirling ocean,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably
ensure;
that the fish swimming merrily beneath; weren’t hindered the slightest
in
their celestial path; by my grotesquely cumbersome caricature….

I didn’t wish to be saved even a frigidly diminutive inch; if the
vagaries
of savage destiny; reduced me to an abominably ludicrous heap; of
gruesomely
charred and nonchalant ash,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably
ensure;
that the perpetual fertility of mud enveloping my lifeless countenance;
wasn’t affected the slightest by my penuriously impoverished human
form….

I didn’t wish to be saved even a ridiculously nonexistence fraction; if
the
wings of perfidiously corrupting destiny; chopped me into a boundless
pieces
of raw bone; before eventually dumping me for the dogs,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably
ensure;
that the blades of voluptuously nimble grass encapsulating my
pathetically
disoriented demeanor; weren’t terrorized the slightest; by the
devastatingly
gory remains of my countenance…..

I didn’t wish to be saved even an lackadaisically minute iota; if the
cloudbursts of vindictively tyrannizing destiny; squeezed every droplet
of
blood like a ferociously untamed parasite; from each pore of my
dwindling
body,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably
ensure;
that the hordes of innocuously impeccable children around weren’t
perturbed
the slightest by my cascading skeleton; instead marched unflinchingly
on the
path to unequivocal righteousness…

I didn’t wish to be saved even a tenderly obscure bit; if the ungainly
feet
of murderously vengeful destiny; indiscriminately trampled and
diabolically
annihilated every speck of my poignantly seductive breath,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably
ensure;
that the chapter of life wasn’t condemned the slightest by my sordidly
premature demise; instead life indefatigably continued to spawn into
bountiful fireballs of ecstatic radiance; with every unfurling instant
of
time….

And I didn’t wish to be saved even a parsimoniously mercurial thread;
if the
ghastly spirit of ruthless destiny; ominously snapped the fangs of my
passionately palpitating heart; into the domains of hell and sadly
forever,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably
ensure;
that the beats of eternally immortal love weren’t violated the
slightest by
my disappearing soul; instead relentlessly continued to bond with
beauty; to
bond with romantic timelessness and vibrant life….


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Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord;
vanquishing every part of my body into countless bits
of; frigidly threadbare ash,
But not without her magically celestial smiles;
keeping me immortally happy; even after sadistically
ghastly and rotten death….

Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord;
pulverizing every holistic bone in my persona; to
pathetically insidious and infinitesimal; squelched
mosquito curry,
But not without her immaculately Omnipotent voice;
which insatiably propelled me to fantasize beyond
realms of bountifully eternal eternity; even after
morbidly remorseful and tyrannical death….

Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord;
brutally smashing the poignantly intricate arenas of
my countenance; against the chain of satanically blood
coated rocks,
But not without her ravishingly satiny grace; which
made me feel like the most blessedly blissful man
alive; even after dolorously vindictive and lecherous
death….’

Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord;
pugnaciously decimating each iota of my blood and
vein; into obsolete wisps of devastated chowder,
But not without her ardently silken shadow; which made
me gloriously assimilate the fathomless treasures on
this radiantly unfathomable Universe; even after
abominably abhorrent and viciously battering death…..

Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord;
heinously deluging even the non-existent parts of my
demeanor; with a dungeon of ludicrously crippling
darkness,
But not without her seductively majestic stride; which
made me perennially yearn for languishing in the arms
of flaming passion; even after torturously appalling
and gory death….

Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord;
barbarically exploding my robust body; into
unsurpassable corpses of unprecedented suffering,
But not without her gorgeously priceless scent; which
made me like an irrefutable prince of ubiquitous
philanthropism; even after sardonically penalizing and
cursed death….

Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord;
lambasting every pore of my skin; with infinite swords
of venomously deadly scorpion,
But not without her rustically timeless tradition;
which made me handsomely cling to my humanitarian
rudiments for times immemorial; even after atrociously
bitter and debilitating death….

Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord;
maliciously blending every bit of my ecstatic
jubilation; with inconspicuously perilous ghosts
wandering freely in the island of hell,
But not without her puffs of vibrantly spell binding
breath; which made me feel as if I was reborn a
countless times in order to uninhibitedly love; even
after disastrously prurient and cold blooded death….

And take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord;
snapping the fangs of my precious existence; without
the tiniest of insinuation; horrifically donating my
flesh thereafter to the unsurpassable fleet of
diabolical devils,
But not without her unassailably passionate
heartbeats; which made me feel perpetually bouncing
and wholesomely dedicated to the cause of spawning
gregariously new life; even after mockingly mortifying
and absolute death….






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