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»But only to irrefutably ensure

 

If someone slaps you viciously on your face; slap him
back; but only to irrefutably ensure; that he was
never able to slap any innocently celestial cheek; on
this boundlessly poignant Universe; once again,

If someone kicks you ominously on your hindside; kick
him back; but only to irrefutably ensure; that he was
never able to kick any innocuously divine organism; on
this colossally bountiful Universe; once again,

If someone bites you diabolically on your flesh; bite
him back; but only to irrefutably ensure; that he was
never able to bite any frigidly impoverished
countenance; on this vivaciously mesmerizing Universe;
once again,

If someone spits venom deplorably on your nape; spit
back at him; but only to irrefutably ensure; that he
was never able to spit abhorrence on any immaculately
symbiotic entity; on this marvelously enchanting
Universe; once again,

If someone stabs you surreptitiously on your back;
stab back at him; but only to irrefutably ensure; that
he was never able to stab any impeccably righteous
human; on this fabulously compassionate Universe; once
again,

If someone ridicules you satanically on your
rudiments; ridicule back at him; but only to
irrefutably ensure; that he was never able to ridicule
any holistically truthful entity; on this gloriously
effulgent Universe; once again,

If someone pummels you murderously in your stomach;
pummel him back; but only to irrefutably ensure that
he was never able to pummel any intricately harmonious
molecule of God; on this ubiquitously benign Universe;
once again,

If someone incarcerates you ruthlessly in treacherous
bars of heinous slavery; incarcerate him back; but
only to irrefutably ensure that he was never able to
incarcerate any uninhibitedly symbiotic existence; on
this panoramically fathomless Universe; once again,

If someone yells at you thunderously to deafen all
your blissful sense of understanding; yell at him
back; but only to irrefutably ensure that he was never
able to yell at any romantically poignant angel; on
this bloomingly gigantic Universe; once again,

If someone abuses you treacherously in the name of
your sacrosanct parents; abuse him back; but only to
irrefutably ensure that he was never able to abuse any
helplessly maimed organism of Almighty Lord; on this
resplendently enigmatic Universe; once again,

If someone strangulates you devilishly on your neck;
strangulate him back; but only to irrefutably ensure
that he was never able to strangulate any
unfortunately destitute orphan; on this astoundingly
everlasting Universe; once again,

If someone pulverizes you to infinitesimal ash;
pulverize him back; but only to irrefutably ensure
that he was never able to pulverize any haplessly
trapped innocent individual on this Omnisciently
scintillating Universe; once again,

If someone whipped you to devastatingly bizarre
submission; whip him back; but only to irrefutably
ensure that he was never able to whip any cripplingly
mutilated beggar; on this unsurpassably timeless
Universe; once again,

If someone poisoned your food with lecherously lethal
snake venom; poison him back; but only to irrefutably
ensure that he was never able to poison any morsel of
indispensably priceless life; on this endlessly
proliferating Universe; once again,

If someone chopped your fingers with swords of
hideously manipulative commercialism; chop him back;
but only to irrefutably ensure that he was never able
to chop any heavenly child; on this exotically
flamboyant Universe; once again,

If someone blinded your eyes horrendously with rods of
uncouthly blistering iron; blind him back; but only to
irrefutably ensure that he was never able to blind any
messiah of peace; on this brilliantly fascinating
Universe; once again,

If someone starved you perilously of inevitable
granules of nature’s fruit; starve him back; but only
to irrefutably ensure that he was never able to starve
any unequivocally embracing human; on this royally
enamoring Universe; once again,

If someone raunchily shattered your heart into an
infinite pieces; shatter him back; but only to
irrefutably ensure that he was never able to shatter
any immortal lover’s beats; on this wonderfully
majestic Universe; once again,

And if someone deliberately asphyxiated the last iota
of rhapsodic breath from your nostrils; asphyxiate him
back; but only to irrefutably ensure that he was never
able to asphyxiate any synergistically surviving
organism; on this stupendously radiant Universe; once
again….

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

 

You might choose to help the disparagingly shambling
mountaintops; or you might choose to commiserate with
all those heartlessly orphaned in the invidiously
cold-blooded garbage bins,

You might choose to help the flagrantly disoriented
lunatic; or you might chose to sow the seeds of
fructifying virility on acrimoniously bellicose and
barren soil,

You might choose to help the mercilessly adulterated
ocean; or you might choose to compassionately embrace
all those truculently lambasted by mortuaries of
bizarre betrayal,

You might choose to help the plebeian brutally maimed
by the onslaught of derogatory politics; or you might
choose to optimistically mitigate the lives of all
those despicably rotting in dungeons of blindness;
since the time they shouted their first cry,

You might choose to help the rapidly vanishing
rainbow; or you might choose to inundate the
commercial atmosphere thoroughly depleted of empathy;
with the fragrance of everlasting humanity,

You might choose to help the egregiously wounded lion;
or you might choose to illuminate the lanterns of
unassailably mesmerizing humanity; in the corpses
abhorrently blood-sucking war,

You might choose to help the one-legged beggar; or you
might choose to become an immutably altruistic messiah
of the religion of priceless mankind,

You might choose to help ominously trampled and
butchered roses; or you might choose to perennially
venerate every holistic mother whom you encountered in
your way,

You might choose to help every suicidal element of the
diabolically estranged society; or you might choose to
coalesce every tribe; sect and color of this
iridescently exhilarating Universe; into the scent of
enchanting mankind,

You might choose to help every star lividly falling
from fathomless sky; or you might choose to stand like
an insuperable fortress beside every despairing
destitute; who was being hedonistically tortured for
ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

You might choose to help the indigently nervous and
frigidly quavering shadow; or you might choose to
bring the cradle of untainted innocence to every
dwelling besieged with manipulatively dastard
prejudice,

You might choose to help ghoulishly stale and sullen
space; or you might choose to hoist every unwanted
infant on this gigantic Universe; upon your
magnanimous shoulders till the time you breathed your
very last,

You might choose to help the hopelessly asphyxiating
eunuch; or you might choose to become the ultimate
ambassador of unconquerably limitless peace; on the
trajectory of this boundless Universe,

You might choose to help civilizations uprooted after
nonsensical bombardment and ghastly war; or you might
choose to perseveringly evolve a pathway of
indomitably unparalleled truth; with the streams of
your very own euphoric blood,

You might choose to help the ignominiously
incarcerated slave; or you might choose to liberate
the floodgates of your passionate heart; allowing
every devilishly monotonous life to share your
tributaries of selfless love,

You might choose to help the fish uncontrollably
slavering without water; or you might choose to
precociously innovate unsurpassable cisterns of
miraculous freshness; on every step that you tread,

O! Yes; Help in whatever way you could and whomsoever
on this bountifully resplendent planet that you
philanthropically wanted to; but remember that every
single of your divinely benevolent deeds would
metamorphose into inconspicuously frigid shit; the
instant you bombastically proclaimed to the world that
you were indeed the one who did them; you were the one
who had alleviated countless organism; of their misery
and horrific pain,


For you were just an infinitesimally molecular
mediator of the Lord Almighty sent on this planet to
do humble deeds; while it was the Creator himself; who
not only decided as to whom you were going to help; in
what capacity you were going to help; who needed your
help the most; and who was indeed destined to receive
your help; but bestowed upon you the unflinching power
to forever succeed and help….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»But Remember O! Mate

 

You might be ripped apart to an infinite pieces of
nothingness; by the bawdily conventional and
disdainfully ostracizing society outside,

You might be dragged through the aisles of living
mortuaries worse than hell; by the scurrilously
decrepit and bizarrely baseless society outside,

You might be mercilessly thrashed with whiplashes of
ignominiously vengeful abhorrent all day; by the
diabolically parasitic and sadistically sinister
society outside,

You might be brutally pierced in your tongue and till
the very last bone of your philanthropic spine; by the
disgustingly dramatic and pompously pulverizing
society outside,

But remember O! mate; irrespective of whatever on this
commercially sinful earth today; for every benevolent
sharing of yours; for every truthful ramification of
your soul; for every symbiotic desire that you
nurtured and diffused; there were the greatest of
God’s saluting you; there were the greatest of God’s
proclaiming you as the most pricelessly insuperable in
the cosmos and terrestrial trajectory; alike….

1…

You might be salaciously hurled into a dungeon of
vindictively stabbing scorpions without a cloth on
your body; by the criminally unforgiving and
monstrously remorseful outside,

You might be cold-bloodedly divested of quintessential
water for marathon days; by the forlornly prejudiced
and tyrannically hideous society outside,

You might be made ludicrously infertile; by the
murderously insane and pathetically quavering society
outside,

You might be buried a boundless feet beneath your
veritable grave for displaying unflinchingly patriotic
bravery; by the treacherously satanic and haughtily
maudlin society outside,

But remember O! mate; irrespective of whatever on this
amorphously cadaverous earth today; for every
harmoniously mellifluous sermon of yours; for every
passionately uninhibited cry of your soul; for every
wound that you altruistically healed of your suffering
compatriots; there were the greatest of God’s saluting
you; there were the greatest of God’s proclaiming you
as the most pricelessly perpetual in the cosmos and
terrestrial trajectory; alike….

2…

You might be hedonistically stripped of even the most
infinitesimal bone of your body; by the horrendously
egregious and tawdrily truculent society outside,

You might be surreptitiously administered venom in
every morsel of food that you consumed; by the
miserably impoverished and barbarously damned society
outside,

You might be gruesomely blinded since the very first
cry of your pristine birth; by the lethally lascivious
and lackadaisically lecherous society outside,

You might be made a pennilessly feckless whisker of
unceasingly flagrant parody; by the indiscriminately
ribald and unsolicitedly tempestuous society outside,

But remember O! mate; irrespective of whatever on this
senselessly robotic earth today; for every
philanthropically handsome yearning of yours; for
every indefatigably humanitarian fantasy lingering
profoundly in the whites of your eyes; for every
orphan whom you unequivocally embraced till the very
last breath of your life; there were the greatest of
God’s saluting you; there were the greatest of God’s
proclaiming you as the most pricelessly inimitable in
the cosmos and terrestrial trajectory; alike….


3…

You might be subjugated and molested with a trillion
agonies in a single minute; by the violently unsparing
and vituperatively delirious society outside,

You might be kept austerely aloof from even the most
ephemeral trace of light; by the heartlessly shriveled
and demonically corrupt society outside,

You might be made to bleed to death right infront of
your divinely parents eyes; by the cunningly
cannibalistic and pervertedly incarcerated society
outside,

You might be zanily sacrificed as an offering to the
creator on the spuriously maniacal altar; by the
tirelessly rotting and unsurpassably demented society
outside,

But remember O! mate; irrespective of whatever on this
manipulatively balderdash earth today; for every
compassionately truthful cry of your heart; for every
step that you alighted to miraculously ameliorate the
dreadfully estranged planet; for every optimistically
synergistic enlightenment that you disseminated in the
haplessly dying corpses; there were the greatest of
God’s saluting you; there were the greatest of God’s
proclaiming you as the most pricelessly unconquerable
in the cosmos and terrestrial trajectory; alike….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»But still loving you and only you….

 

Strip all the inimitably bountiful melody from my voice; heartlessly leaving me to wander; through the aimless streets of cacophonic incongruity and thwarted obstreperousness,

Strip all the immaculately enriched artistry from my fingers; uncouthly leaving me to claw my way; through a robotic matchbox of maniacally manipulative and corporate darkness,

Strip all the spirit to philanthropically hoist from my shoulders; diabolically leaving me without a singleton mission on this earth; and shirking further and further away from the fabric of miraculous humanity,

Strip all the unfathomably passionate yearning from my eyes; parasitically leaving me in a dungeon of vindictive blackness; where all I could sight were the ghosts of monotonous give and take,

Strip all the undaunted compassionate from my chest; sinfully leaving me in a slush-pile of pathetically lame meaninglessness; wildly groping in every conceivable direction for the warmth of fresh creation,

Strip all the exultating rhythm of adventure from my feet; disastrously leaving me to follow the same treacherous route to shame; every monstrous day and viciously marauding night,

Strip all the insuperable temerity from my teeth; hopelessly leaving me to wantonly suck every ounce of benign achievement; from every fathomable bosom that I encountered my way on the trajectory of soil,

Strip all the victoriously bedazzling romance from my skin; morbidly leaving me in a coffin of hateful lamentation; with even the most sensuously hilted knives floundering to have the tiniest effect on my soul,
Strip all the ubiquitously enthralling fantasy from my brain; grievously leaving me to squander an infinite miles; under the treacherously acrimonious rays of the afternoon Sun; and crippling sinking sand beneath my feet,

Strip all the zealous tenacity from my bones; abysmally leaving me to fret and ludicrously regret; tossing like an impotent idiot as the hideous devil massacred and violently rampaged through my motherland,

Strip all the untamed ardor from my sweat; preposterously leaving me like the ultimate beggar of my time; unrelentingly staggering on obdurate ground; without the most infinitesimal wings of desire,

Strip all the unparalleled sensitivity from my spine; abjectly leaving me to squeak till death; in the gutters of fetid moroseness and deliriously beheading practicality,

Strip all the spell-binding humanitarian valor from my blood; wretchedly leaving me to solely sight my reflection in mud; seek solace in the utmost hell’s of obscurity; far from the most invisible cry of eternal living kind,

Strip all the burgeoning virility from my loins; mercilessly leaving me in victimizing morasses of incarceration; unable to blissfully emboss even a footprint of mine on earth; even after an infinite births and deaths,

Strip all the enlivening rhapsody from my lips; agonizingly leaving me to squabble and sob; even as the most unassailable epitomes of success and happiness; profusely kissed my doorstep,

Strip all the unshakably divine truth from my conscience; unsparingly leaving me to confront each instant of passing life; abominably entangled in a jailhouse of blood-stained chicanery and thorns,

Strip all the unconquerable fieriness from my breath; banefully leaving me to unceasingly gape amongst lividly infertile patches of sky; with the true elixir of my existence evaporating; even before it could be born,

Strip all the perpetually passionate ardor of my heart; cursedly leaving me in the graveyards of baselessly penalizing war; where the only diet that existed day and night; was that of symbiotic blood and human breath,

And you’ll eventually get my body- living the life of a gruesomely dead corpse; but still loving you and only you O! heavenly beloved; and with an intensity which was an infinite times even greater; than when I was naturally and perfectly alive…

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»But that doesnt mean

 

I might be possessing an uncouthly scraggy beard;
encapsulating my cheeks abominably from all sides,
But that doesn’t mean; that I didn’t have soft flesh
on my visage; the voluptuous tinge which seduced the
most glorious of angels into an absolute submission…

I might be endowed with a color which was darker than
the sootiest of charcoal; repelling every entity I
transgressed in my way,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t fantasize about
all the beautiful maidens on this Universe; drown and
coalesce myself each instant with the ultimate of
marvels; infinite lands transcending the island of
paradise…

I might be residing with an insatiable whirlpool of
mosquito’s in my dingy hut; without an iota of
currency in my bedraggled pockets,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t perceive
ingenious ideas in my brain; to metamorphose this
lecherously manipulative society once again; into
benevolent mankind….

I might be tinier than the inconspicuously diminutive
ant in stature; being overwhelmingly mocked by all
tangible living on this planet,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t stand of my own
feet; shirk into my reclusive cocoon; when it came to
defending philanthropic mankind…

I might be having a voice more horrendously disgusting
than the croaking frogs; inundating the atmosphere
each moment with pathetically disgruntled cacophony,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t explicitly
voice my feelings; pacify the torrential agony in my
soul; with the poignancy I generated through my
words….

I might be bereft of eyes right since immaculate
childhood; stumbling on each gloomy footstep; like a
pack of frigidly soft cards,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t enlighten
other’s lives; cast optimistic rays of splendor and
hope; in the paths of those staggering towards
horrific nothingness….

I might be disastrously ugly; with every quarter of
spuriously bombastic mankind; rebuking me beyond the
limits of ignominious condemnation,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t impregnate
heavenly fragrance in my comrades shivering beside
their corpse; assist them blossom again from the
tenterhooks of hopeless extinction…

I might be utterly famished due to brutal
circumstances; deprived of the most infinitesimal
morsel of food since centuries immemorial,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t perceive
stupendously oligarchic cuisine lingering in exotic
kitchens; harness the most majestic of artistry with
every droplet; of my profoundly compassionate blood…

I might be profusely decaying and old; now awaiting
death any instant to embrace me in its inevitably
ghastly stranglehold,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t bounce and
frolick like a new born child; innocently pour out
whatever enveloped the walls of my conscience to the
extraneous world…

And I might be bound in devilishly blood coated
chains; unable to budge even a minuscule inch over the
gory imprisonment entrenching me murderously from all
sides,
But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t love; romance;
care; share; with the person I revered the most; bond
each of my senses in the swirl of an immortal
relationship; which no bloody chain on this earth
could ever break….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»But what about those

 

You may have washed your hands; cleaning them
scrupulously of the most invisible of stain,
But what about the blood adhering to your heart; the
several innocent whom you had beheaded without any
rhyme or reason?

You may have eaten stupendously sizzling slices of
mutton; masticating the morsels after blending them
with handsome salt,
But what about the goat mother who bleated
incessantly; after losing her only son, the only flesh
she had delivered facing the grueling agony of long
months?

You may have laughed the loudest in the crowd;
propagating the same infectiously in pedestrians
around you,
But what about the old man; who had to trip his
footing in a slush of dirty sewage water; in order to
cause you to smile?

You may have dressed in the most glamorous of coat and
trousers; sprinkling your entire demeanor with an
ocean of passionate scent,
But what about those tyrannized sheep who were left
shivering in bizarre cold; after you uncouthly
stripped their skins of their natural protection?

You may have spoken the most flowery speech on the
mike; drawing loads of adulation from all those who
were mesmerized by the beautiful essence in the lines,
But what about the writer whom you had incarcerated in
the dungeons; after stealing his writing to stand tall
and domineering?

You may have driven in the most contemporary of car;
with its golden wheels traversing the meandering lanes
of the hill like a galloping panther,
But what about the infinite stalks of fresh grass; the
innocuous infants wandering around; whom you had
trampled indiscriminately in your insatiable march
towards victory?

You may have drunk cartons full of mineral water;
quenching your thirst under the scorching sun of
midday,
But what about those people reeling under severe
drought; whose wells you had emptied to tingle the
food in your stomach?

You may have lived for a 100 years; surviving on the
most conventional of medicine and steroids,
But what about those innocent whom you had slaved; in
order to clean every iota of dirt you spat on this
earth?

And you may have loved; imprisoning every girl you set
your eyes on with the power of your wealth,
But what about all those billion lives you had
assassinated; in order to satisfy each desire of
yours?


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»But what to do with this heart

 

I could perhaps control my brain; diverting it to a
billion other directions of mesmerizing beauty and
unparalleled enchantment,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
unrelentingly bounced to an infinite kilometers beyond
the horizons of emptiness in clear sky; without her
magically royal shadow by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; profusely sedating
it without listening to a trifle of its choice; with
the most efficaciously inclement tranquilizers,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
reverberated more thunderously than the most untamed
lightening and storm; without her unbelievably
mellifluous voice by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; maliciously
poisoning it against the most ethereal of emotion on
this Universe; everytime it commenced to inexplicably
cry,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats lost every
trace of direction; went ludicrously haywire even in
the most brilliantly explicit Sunlight; without her
magnanimously bestowing palms by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; treacherously
rebuking it to such an ignominiously contemptuous
threshold; that it became oblivious to its very own
voice,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats drowned a
zillion feet beneath the coffin of nothingness;
without the rhapsodically effulgent sweetness of her
existence by their side…


I could perhaps control my brain; mechanically
attuning it to the mundane vagaries of survival;
dictating upon it that the mantra of survival of the
fittest was the only mantra that it should profoundly
realize,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats dimmed to
a lackadaisical singleton in the entire day; without
her miraculously alleviating aura by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; whiplashing it with
the severest of medicinal injection; so that it
couldn’t conceive an iota beyond the aisles of mundane
practicality,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats withered
more faster than preposterously slippery quick sand;
without her innocuously righteous stare by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; splitting it apart
into an unsurpassable halves; as it started to
reminisce those moments when we first divinely met,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats shook
hands with murderous apocalypses of hedonistic hell;
without her pristinely humanitarian stride by their
side…

I could perhaps control my brain; metamorphosing its
structure surgically; from one that remained obsessed
solely with her desire; to one that nonchalantly moved
step by step with the ruthlessly robotic planet
outside,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
uncompromisingly cried tears of raw blood for an
infinite more lifetimes; without her fructifying
dynamite of blissful energy by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; neutralizing even
the most evanescent of its intricate emotionality;
with the salaciously cold-blooded poison of current
world commercialism and inevitable corruption,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats trembled
more vociferously than the tremors of the most
devastating earthquake; without her timelessly
blossoming fragrance by their side…
I could perhaps control my brain; inexhaustibly
subjugating it with chains of concentratedly Spartan
meditation; whenever it wandered towards memories of
gloriously triumphant past,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats were
rendering me an unfathomable billion torturous deaths
even though I was veritably alive; without the spirit
of her immortally Omnipotent love by their side…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»But yet I surrendered

 

The most pernicious of mountains on this Universe
miserably failed to deter me; as I euphorically surged
like an untamed prince; without batting even an
infinitesimal eyelid; beyond the summits of eternal
paradise,

The most lecherous of oceans on this Universe
disdainfully failed to drown me; as I vivaciously flew
like an inimitably majestic eagle; over the
fathomlessly priceless carpet of this astoundingly
panoramic earth,

The most abstruse of forests on this Universe
pathetically failed to scare me; as I uninhibitedly
raced like an impregnable panther through the
poignantly regale paths; of the spell bindingly sunlit
hills,

The most vindictive of cannibals on this Universe
ludicrously failed to devour me; as I timelessly slept
in the caverns of unprecedented exhilaration;
enchantingly fantasizing about the fathomless
treasures of solidarity; for infinite more births of
mine,

The most avaricious of parasites on this Universe
lugubriously failed to suck me; as I tirelessly sang
like a mellifluously golden nightingale all exotic
night; only to embrace realms of profoundly
unassailable sleep; the entire swelteringly sunlit
day,

The most diabolical of prisons on this Universe
harrowingly failed to incarcerate me; as I sailed in
harmoniously princely unison with the gorgeously
gregarious atmosphere; blending even the most
diminutive of my senses with the religion of
symbiotically priceless mankind,

The most fetid of traitors on this Universe
disparagingly failed to harm me; as I bountifully
blazed in an unrelenting saga of immortal bravery;
altruistically serving my sacrosanct mother soil; till
I abdicated my very last breath,

The most simpering of deserts on this Universe
stupidly failed to scorch me; as I celestially floated
in a paradise of magnanimously unending goodness;
uniting tumultuously estranged souls across this
boundless planet; in the threads of irrevocably
handsome truth,

The most licentious of venoms on this Universe
preposterously failed to asphyxiate me; as I radiantly
proliferated into a river of sensuously enamoring
happiness; every unfurling minute of my diminutively
delineated lifetime,

The most acrimonious of thorns on this Universe
ingloriously failed to perpetuate me; as I galloped
like thunderbolts of profusely vibrant lightening;
through the corridors of blissfully heavenly
prosperity,

The most sinister of witches on this Universe
insipidly failed to jinx me; as I unconquerably
permeated through even the most ephemerally
treacherous norm of the acridly abhorrent society;
metamorphosing every bit of salaciously derogatory
lies into the island of; blessed righteousness,

The most tumultuous of sunrays on this Universe
repeatedly failed to stifle me; as I fearlessly
blossomed into the most rhapsodically effulgent fruits
of God’s creation; since the very first cry of my
beautiful birth,

The most unfathomable of superpowers on this Universe
disastrously failed to tame me; as I irrefutably
vanquished even the most evanescent trace of evil on
this globe; philanthropically crusading for the cause
of symbiotic peace; by the grace of the Almighty Lord,

The most hedonistic of maelstroms on this Universe
ridiculously failed to shake me; as I exhaled into a
fireball of intransigently dazzling exuberance;
optimistically enlightening the lives of one and all;
aristocratically alike,

The most truculent of scorpions on this Universe
flagrantly failed to sting me; as I triumphantly
emerged from the aisles of inconspicuously obsolete
nothingness; as the ultimate harbinger of
resplendently robust humanity,

The most remorseful of graveyards on this Universe
stupefyingly failed to haunt me; as I culminated into
the rainbow of holistically gifted existence;
indefatigably kissing the freshly formed golden dew,

The most adverse of tyrannical agonies on this
Universe grotesquely failed to overpower me; as I
spawned into an unsurpassably benign entrenchment of
happiness; diffusing the mantra of contentment on
every path that I nimbly tread,

The most devilish of deaths on this Universe dastardly
failed to annihilate me; as I mushroomed into an
endless festoon of eclectically wonderful lives; every
unleashing instant on this earth and beyond,

O! Yes; All of the above and incomprehensibly more was
unquestionably there with me by the grace of the
Omnipotent Lord; But yet I fell on her divinely feet
like a speck of frigidly parsimonious wind; But yet I
uncontrollably shivered like a diminishing destitute
in her perpetual palms; But yet I lost all direction
of my life in her impeccably twinkling eyes; But yet I
forever surrendered myself as the ultimate slave of
her immortally beating heart….




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»But you looked the best

 

You looked more ravishing than the fairies; when I
sighted you under flamboyantly fiery rays of dazzling
sunlight,

You looked more mesmerizing than the heavenly
waterfalls; when I sighted you under milky beams of
resplendent moonlight,

You looked more innocuous than the freshly born
infant; when I sighted you under ethereally evanescent
shadows of dawn,

You looked more tantalizing than the full blossomed
vivacious peacock; when I sighted you in the
overwhelmingly murky camouflage of dusk,

But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side;
profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every
beat of yours bonding immortally with mine….



You looked more celestial than the angels; when I
sighted you frolicking flirtatiously in the ocean
waves,

You looked more enchanting than the myriad of
profusely poignant rose; when I sighted you blushing
in untamed embarrassment,

You looked more seductive than the most voluptuous of
nights; when I sighted you gallivanting euphorically
upon your golden horse,

You looked more immaculate that the crusts of pristine
snow; when I sighted you spreading your lips into a
spell binding smile,

But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side;
profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every
beat of yours bonding immortally with mine….



Your looked more surreally fabulous than the most
unfathomable of dream; when I sighted you soaring
through the handsomely misty clouds,

You looked more exuberant than the thunderously
gushing breeze; when I sighted you wholesomely
drenched in ebullient globules of fresh rain,

You looked more astonishing than royally crackling
flames of fire; when I sighted you embellished in a
festoon of silver oyster pearls,

You looked more fragrant than the field of newly
sprouted lotus; when I sighted you philandering
barefoot in the wilderness of the enigmatic midnight,

But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side;
profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every
beat of yours bonding immortally with mine….




You looked more sagacious than any prudent entity on
this planet; when I sighted you communicating with the
flock of impeccable pigeons; perched majestically on
your rubicund palms,

You looked more alluring than the incredulously
striped rainbow in the sky; when I sighted you
whistling and staring unrelentingly into exotically
open space,

You looked more dense than most fathomless of forests;
when I sighted you batting your eyelids towards the
mirror; an infinite times,

You looked more special than anybody else on this
planet; when I sighted tears of poignant
philanthropism; dribble down from your irrefutably
sacred eyes,

But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side;
profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every
beat of yours bonding immortally with mine….


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»But you would still fail

 

You could mercilessly snatch my eyes; engender a
blanket of gruesomely debilitating darkness to
wholesomely engulf me till eternity,

You could make me dismally dumb; with my tongue
refraining to utter even the most tiniest of sound,

You could maim me worse than a dying dog; fomenting me
to slither pathetically on the ground; as I tried to
surge the slightest of distance forward,

You could starve me more brutally than the scorching
desert; savagely drying the last dropp of blood
circulating in my body,

But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind
me from the web of her supremely invincible love;
unwind me from the place in her heart that was
perpetually mine…..



You could make me haplessly beg on the boisterous
streets; shiver uncontrollably in the freezing night;
adorning me in rags of disdainful barbed wire,

You could satanically smash my scalp into infinite
fragments; making me swoon in a bloody heap towards
profusely dusty ground,

You could incarcerate me in a dungeon replete with
lethal scorpion; and even the most obscure beam of
Sunlight; being an insurmountably far cry,

You could make me treacherously transgress over a
blanket of sizzling embers; making me inevitably shrug
holistic degrees of blissful control,

But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind
me from the web of her supremely invincible love;
unwind me from the place in her heart that was
perpetually mine…..




You could throw me diabolically from the fathomless
sky; laugh to your hearts content; as nobody on this
earth could now recognize me in my unfathomably broken
form,

You could blend the most heinous poison in the water
that I sipped; watching me horrendously gasp for
mammoth breathfulls of serene air,

You could strip me uncouthly of all the wealth I
possessed; leave me to confront my destiny; abreast an
island of serrated skinned alligators,

You could shoot me right through the head; with a
battalion of boundless bullets hurling at
unsurpassable speeds from your murderously gleaming
revolver,

But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind
me from the web of her supremely invincible love;
unwind me from the place in her heart that was
perpetually mine…..




You could crucify me to bodily submission; nailing my
nimble persona with an incomprehensible armory of
barbaric thorns,
You could use me as food for the preposterously
gigantic whale; tossing me like a chunk of dilapidated
vegetable; right into the moaning monsters mouth,

You could squelch me to inconspicuous pulp against the
chain of blood curling rocks; before eventually
dumping me countless kilometers beneath my corpse,

You could make every step of my life more tyrannical
than infinite hell's combined together; stabbing me
every unfurling second with astronomical amount of
unbearable pain,

But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind
me from the web of her supremely invincible love;
unwind me from the place in her heart that was
perpetually mine…..





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