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»Can you find me

 

CAN YOU FIND me a wave; which does not wet the sandy shores even after nimbly striking them,

Can you find me a lavender lotus; which does not emanate fragrance even after ripening to a full blossom,

Can you find me a solitary patch of cloud in the sky; which does not shower inclement rain; even after acquiring shades of hideous black,

Can you find me a stone; which does not produce a clanging noise even after colliding thunderously with the obdurate ground,

Can you find me a snake; which does not bare its venomous fangs; even after getting intensely provoked,

Can you find me a chunk of rosewood; which does not decay; even after being submerged incessantly in fetid water,

Can you find me a leech; which does not suck blood; even after clinging to naked patches of skin,

Can you find me a balloon; which does not get deflated; even after being pricked by a pointed iron needle,

Can you find me a crystal diamond; which does not shine; even after being vigorously polished,

Can you find me a globule of white sugar; which does not impart a sweet taste; even after being tenaciously chewed,

Can you find me a spider; which does not spin its silken web; even after being placed in a cozy ambience of densely foliated trees,
Can you find me a cardigan; which does not provide warmth in winter; even after being stitched with fibers of pure sheep wool,

Can you find me a spring; which incorrigibly refrains to compress; even after application of unrelenting pressure,

Can you find me a matchstick; which flounders to ignite; even after brushing against the surface of acerbic crusty paper,

Can you find me a shoe; which does not leave a footprint; even after scrupulously transgressing the wet earth,

Can you find me a tomato; which does not erupt into multiple fragments of red; even after squashing it savagely with feet,

Can you find me a rotund marble; which does not roll; even after being left on an impeccably smooth floor,

Can you find me a pellucid mirror; which does not reflect beams of white light; even after holding it stringently beneath the scintillating sun,

Can you find me a building; whose foundations do not dither; even after facing the onslaught of the tumultuous earthquake,

Can you find me a river; which does not rambunctiously flow; even after plummeting down from the slope of the colossal mountain,

And can you find me a heart; which does not turbulently throb; even after witnessing the love of its life; the person it profoundly believes in.




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

 

You had the power to procreate your own progeny; but
can you recreate man after death?

You had the power to construct a gigantic building;
but can you provide compassionate shelter to every
tangible organism wandering in inexplicable pain; on
the mud of this Universe?

You had the power to save a single life at a time with
your prudently imbibed prowess of artificial
respiration; but can you save the entire planet
tottering precariously towards the brink of absolute
extinction?

You had the power to silence an innocuous child; but
can you conquer the infinite battalion of devils
trying to metamorphose God’s earth into a treacherous
paradise?

You had the power to emboss thousands of exquisite
lines; but can you sign for the boundless illiterate
on this globe; for whom the most cherished possession
was their bohemian thumb?

You had the power to silence your critics; but can you
pacify the perilously vindictive storm brewing
outside; ready to ruthlessly swipe celestial traces of
blissful civilization?

You had the power to philander merrily through the
hills whenever you desired; but can you free humanity
from the vicious stranglehold of brutally augmenting
terrorism?

You had the power to memorize several formulas of
arithmetic; but can you scrupulously recollect the
uncanny miseries prevailing in each abode on this
planet?

You had the power to pray till times immemorial; but
can you grant every single wish of God’s countless
created entities?

You had the power to earn fathomless wealth; but can
you substitute the eyes of unsurpassable blind men;
with your coins of pompous silver?

You had the power to defeat the mightiest of armies
with your contemporary techniques; but can you
massacre the voice of your guilty conscience?

You had the power to fantasize even beyond the most
unprecedented limits of imagination; but can you
perceive what was circulating in the minds of
unfathomable people; boisterously busy in tackling
monotonous life?

You had the power to handsomely placate your own
hunger; but can you fill every plate clattering in
domains of desperation for those indispensable morsels
of food?

You had the power to stare at your own reflection in
the mirror for unbelievable hours on the trot; but can
you look at those billions of faces engulfed with
satanic droplets of blood; deprived of their sole love
in life?

You had the power to dream about the most
incredulously mesmerizing objects on earth; but can
you bring back a smile to the face of a mother; who
had just lost her newly born child?

You had the power to dig a million kilometers beneath
soil; but can you heal the insurmountably agonizing
trauma which the earth was besieged with; as you
ruptured its belly?

You had the power to assassinate unsurpassable number
of trees in a single minute with your modern machines;
but can you spawn the incomprehensible greenery on
this soil; which kept astoundingly proliferating; even
after the Sun had disappeared from the horizons?

You had the power to sagaciously advice hordes of
profusely afflicted masses; but can you enter their
shivering persona; to bear their suffering even an
inconspicuous trifle?

And you had the power to be an absolute human till the
time you existed in physical form; but can you ever
dream of being even an infinitesimal reflection of the
Omniscient Creator?


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

 

When I asked the serrated skinned crocodile to sketch
me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely
pulverized shape of my celestial form,

When I asked the clouds in the cosmos to sketch me;
all they ended up doing was; making an evanescent
image of my countenance; which faded sooner than it
had evolved,

When I asked the lecherously silken spider to sketch
me; all it ended up doing was; making an inconspicuous
thread like image; of my huge visage,

When I asked the profusely buried tree roots to sketch
me; all they ended up doing was; making an
overwhelmingly blotted caricature of my entity; strewn
with fathomless tons of dust,

When I asked the hideous vultures in the sky to sketch
me; all they ended up doing was; adding a pair of
diabolical wings to my body; which made people around
me run for their lives,

When I asked the army of abominable rats to sketch me;
all they ended up doing was; making cocoons of fetidly
stinking cheese; of my magnanimously philanthropic
facial contours,

When I asked the ominously savage stray dog to sketch
me; all it ended up doing was; making a deliciously
meaty bone of my exorbitantly heavy weight body,

When I asked the vivaciously striped croaking frog to
sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a lanky
blade of wild grass and blackness; of my robustly
sculptured agile framework,

When I asked the infinitesimally diminutive mosquito
to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a
squalidly diseased form; of my supremely redolent
demeanor,

When I asked the resplendent blanket of stars to
sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a
wildly flickering flame; of my emphatically sonorous
presence,

When I asked the mammoth plumes of ghastly bellowing
smoke to sketch me; all they ended up doing was;
making a unbelievably hostile portrait; of my
impeccable persona,

When I asked the gigantic elephant to sketch me; all
it ended up doing was; making an insurmountably
opprobrious mushroom; of my majestically domineering
form,

When I asked the satanically wading sharks in the
ocean to sketch me; all they ended up doing was;
making an enigmatic octopus; of my most unsurpassably
pragmatic form,

When I asked the melodiously ticking cuckoo clock to
sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an
incomprehensibly pathetic numeral; of my insatiably
mystical and surreal brain,

When I asked the seed scattered rampantly on soil to
sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a magical
tree producing more of its kind; of my irrefutably
pristine visage,

When I asked the thunderously roaring panther to
sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a
spuriously blowing whisker; of my boundless
conglomerate of authoritative bones,

When I asked the obnoxiously thorny cactus to sketch
me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely
blistering desert; of my lusciously blossoming body,

When I asked my inimitably sacrosanct mother to sketch
me; all she ended up doing was; making an innocuously
sleeping child; of my completely grown up form,

But when I asked my divinely immortal beloved to
sketch me; she didn’t sketch me at all; ripped apart
her heart instead; to show me my candid impression;
which had been there since centuries unfathomable; and
which she was sure would be always there; everytime
she took birth as a human again….






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

 

I built a palace of pure molten wax,
painting it with gaudy coats of tree root color,
studding the kingly doors with brooches of gold,
providing a plethora of waterfall dribbling down,
the fragile walls built with reinforced slabs of burnt
candle debris.

the blistering waves of sun caused hot juices to flow,
placid reflections of full moon embodied it with loads
of strength,
obnoxious currents of wind punctured depressions in
its wall,
torrential whips of rain rendered it softer in
texture,
prowling mass of mice burrowed tunnels of semicircular
dimension,
handsome eagles laid white eggs on its roof,
a cluster of termite nibbled at foundations way below
the ground,
a battalion of hybrid horse ran across its periphery,
venomous snakes slithered on satiny floors,
sharp nailed leopards clawed incessantly for instant
gratification.

the arduous spells of summer soon arrived,
uncouth light of the sun now replaced the cushion of
suspended moisture,
blazing rays of sun god now engulfed it with buoyant
tenacity,
stringent currents of merciless wind pounded with full
might,
the wax cried all scorching day,
wept infinte tears bereft of traces of respite,
colossal exteriors of the palace deteriorated at
amazing speeds,
the savage heat of sun had prompted the inevitable,
transforming the palace once flooded with
grandiloquent riches,
reducing it to an ocean of CANDLE WAX strewn on acres
of fertile farm land.


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

 

Perched in morbid silence upon its nest; made it feel
that it was a horrendous piece of obliterated shit;
decaying in the dungeons of malicious boredom,
While the regale eagle realized what it was
magnificently capable of doing; only when it spread
its majestic wings a profound throttle; and
ecstatically surged forward in fathomless puffs of;
vibrantly exhilarating sky…..

Lazing languidly in its cavern of forlorn darkness;
made it feel that it was an inconspicuous mosquito;
being ominously devoured by the unsparingly
asphyxiating atmosphere around,
While the royal lion realized what it was unassailably
capable of doing; only when it spread its thunderously
furry legs; majestically sprinted in the boundless
expanse of the mystical forests; reigning supreme for
times immemorial…..

Sulking miserably in its hive of disdainfully sticky
mucus; made it feel that it like existing infinite
feet beneath its grave; although it still possessed
perfectly glorious life,
While the aristocratic bee realized what it was
melodiously capable of doing; only when it unveiled
its vivaciously resplendent wings a marvelous blossom;
ecstatically hummed and buzzed on the heavenly rose;
as the Sun bestowed its bountifully golden rays….

Pathetically camouflaged behind the entrenchment of
frigidly soggy clouds; made it feel the most
diminutively impoverished entity on earth alive;
though it was the nearest to the Almighty lord from
all sides,
While the Omnipotent Sun realized what it was
celestially capable of doing; only when it unraveled
its unconquerably scintillating artistry to the most
stupendous fullest; profusely deluging even the most
infinitesimally obscure cranny of this gigantic
Universe; with spell binding hope and optimistic
shine….

Lugubriously slithering on the nonchalantly reticent
iceberg and cursing its tyrannized past; made it feel
as if a singleton globule of insipid water was enough
to brutally drown it towards its ungainly doom,
While the gladiator shark realized what it was
resurgently capable of doing; only when it
euphorically propelled forward like white lightening
through the ravishingly choppy waters; unrelentingly
exploring the mysticism of the tantalizingly poignant
sea…..

Surreptitiously hiding behind the sequestering
mountains; made him feel like a pancake of ludicrous
nothingness; although he had the flag of his
sacrosanct country in his hands,
While the patriotic soldier realized what he was
fearlessly capable of doing; only when he
unflinchingly entered the heart of the battlefield
with insatiable fires igniting his eyes; as he
relinquished even the last of his breath; for
immortalizing the glory of his divine motherland….

Rotting in the despicably delinquent dungeons; made it
feel as if it was the poorest chunk of neglected
garbage; parsimoniously alive,
While the enamoring cistern of diamonds realized what
they were pricelessly capable of doing; only when they
sprang up in harmonious unison of holistic earth;
marvelously enlightening the complexion of the ghastly
night; with unequivocally pristine light…..

Imprisoned in realms of rigidly disgusting silence;
made it feel as if was an inexplicably wavering
orphan; staggering into discordant incoherence as
every instant unleashed into a wholesome minute,
While the enchanting voice realized what it was
exotically capable of doing; only when it
uninhibitedly bounced out of the throat; bloomingly
perpetuating every ingredient of the disastrously dull
ambience; with sounds of cheer and astounding
solidarity….

And gruesomely incarcerated within the chest and
boundaries of the conventionally lambasting society;
made it feel as if it were an insidious robot being
vindictively controlled every second; by reigns of
bizarrely barbaric manipulation,
While the unconquerable heart realized what it was
blissfully capable of doing; only when it ecstatically
leaped out of the chest; immortally uniting each of
its resplendently passionate beats with eternal love;
love and only priceless love….


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

 

When I wore a cap of profusely lambasted eggs; all
that my brain could ever envisage; was pathetically
strangulated and disgustingly sullen boredom,

When I wore a cap of ravishingly seductive lotus; all
that my brain could ever conceive; was exotically
voluptuous fragrance; sensuously flirting in the
aisles of untamed desire; for times immemorial,

When I wore a cap of gorily squelched thorns; all that
my brain could ever perceive; was brutally acrimonious
disaster; with my entire countenance perennially
enshrouded by vindictive cloudbursts of vengeful war,

When I wore a cap of disdainfully pulverized butter;
all that my brain could ever contemplate; was
miserably horrendous grease; my entire visage
trembling in a pool of lividly despicable frustration,

When I wore a cap of profoundly scintillating pearls;
all that my brain could ever imagine; was dancing in
the corridors of everlasting prosperity; with
aristocratically nubile maidens of my choice,

When I wore a cap of ravishingly rudimentary mud; all
that my brain could ever visualize; was patriotically
surging ahead to blissfully free my savagely
incarcerated and sacrosanct motherland,

When I wore a cap of beautifully mesmerizing silk; all
that my brain could ever comprehend; was a timelessly
sensuous entrenchment of enchanting fairies; the
angels of seductive romance forever casting a spell
binding spell,

When I wore a cap of daintily rhetoric nightingale
feather; all that my brain could ever cogitate; was a
stupendously enthralling gorge of celestially
placating sounds; divinely blessing each of my
tumultuously frazzled senses,

When I wore a cap of unfathomably eternal dewdrops;
all that my brain could ever ponder; was a wonderfully
majestic civilization of impregnably united harmony; a
blending of all goodness into the religion of mankind,

When I wore a cap of disgustingly decaying mushrooms;
all that my brain could ever ruminate; was mercurial
fractions of ungainly obsolescence; the
lackadaisically morbid stones strewn laggardly on the
dusty ground,

When I wore a cap of boisterously buzzing and rampant
honey bees; all that my brain could ever wonder; was
holistically vibrant sweetness; the astounding
kaleidoscope of vivacious colors in marvelous life,

When I wore a cap of hi-tech and overwhelmingly
contemporary computer microchips; all that my brain
could ever fantasize; was aliens descending in
torrential frenzy from fathomless carpets of space; to
extraordinary metamorphose the complexion of this;
ludicrously dull planet,

When I wore a cap of poignantly tangy lemons; all that
my brain could ever dream; was intrepidly swimming
through the heart of the ecstatically choppy sea;
thunderously feasting every bedraggled pore of my
anguished skin; with the flamboyant shimmer of the
midday Sun,

When I wore a cap of mystically slithering snakes; all
that my brain could ever think; was lethally venomous
danger indefatigably encircling my penurious life; an
inscrutable grandeur that sent a chill to even the
last bone down my naked spine,

When I wore a cap of sordidly ominous charcoal; all
that my brain could ever hypothesize; was abominably
faltering dirt; a dungeon of despondently treacherous
blackness; drifting me towards the aisles of gruesome
nothingness,

When I wore a cap of irrefutably unassailable and
priceless truth; all that my brain could ever
romanticize; was unconquerably glittering triumph; an
unsurpassable urge to ardently exist with infinite
more innocuous of mind; for centuries immemorial,

When I wore a cap of pricelessly benevolent
solidarity; all that my brain could ever believe; was
that there was no strength greater than the fortress
of celestially amalgamated humanity; which confronted
even the most tyrannically uncouth of impediments;
with the grace of a victoriously brandishing prince,

When I wore a cap of exuberantly exhilarating air; all
that my brain could ever feel; was that the chapter of
life perpetually proliferating upon this boundless
planet; the royally Omnipotent desire to forever live;
and let live,

And when I wore a cap of my immortally sacred beloved;
all that my brain could ever think; was the
perennially Omnipresent garden of amiable sharing; the
most invincible element of creation; called timeless
love….

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

 

For careers in computers; a profound understanding of
intricate hardware and software; was an indispensable
prerequisite,

For careers in dentistry; a sagaciously comprehensive
insight into the intriguing chemistry of teeth; was an
indispensable prerequisite,

For careers in teaching; an elaborate perception
regarding the subject to be taught; was an
indispensable prerequisite,

For careers in modeling; a stupendously enchanting
countenance with streaks of blistering flamboyance;
were an indispensable prerequisite,

For careers in journalism; a discerning eye
comprehending myriad strata's of the society; was an
indispensable prerequisite,

For careers in palmistry; a mystical analysis of the
handsomely enigmatic bifurcations of the palm; was an
indispensable prerequisite,

For careers in commercial business; prudently sound
grasping of the laws of management compounded with
skills of astute manipulation; were an indispensable
prerequisite,

For careers in gardening; a fabulous conception of the
fraternity of soil and water used; as an indispensable
prerequisite,

For careers in acting; an undaunting attitude to face
the camera; blended with emotions fulminating from the
innermost soul; were an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in sky gazing; an overwhelmingly abhorrent
dislike for leading life coalesced with incredulously
profuse nonchalance; was an indispensable
prerequisite,

For careers in speed racing; an outrageous propensity
for treacherous terrains; alongwith a penchant for
adventurously tingling danger; was an indispensable
prerequisite,

For careers in boxing; a battalion of muscle
intrepidly ready to confront the mightiest of
onslaught on this earth; was an indispensable
prerequisite,

For careers in advertising; an innovative cognition of
clients and vacillating brand market images; was an
indispensable prerequisite,

For careers in the army; an unflinchingly indomitable
spirit to relinquish breath for the nation every
moment; was an indispensable prerequisite,

For careers in the hotel kitchenette; an insatiable
conception of ingratiatingly delectable cuisine;
thoroughly tickling the unsurpassable no. of taste
buds; was an indispensable prerequisite,

For careers in swimming; an insurmountable passion for
the ravishingly undulating waves coupled with the
tumultuous exhilaration of relishing natures most
precious gift on your skin; was an indispensable
prerequisite,

For careers in calligraphy; an inexorable dexterity of
the knotted finger to consistently emboss
grandiloquent alphabets; was an indispensable
prerequisite,

For careers in truth; an irrefutable obeying of the
righteous voices of impeccable conscience; was an
indispensable prerequisite,

But for careers in love; there was simply no
prerequisite required; for all you needed was a heart
that passionately throbbed; a soul that romantically
wandered; a breath that cascaded compassionately like
never before; and believe me you'll make the best
career ever conceivable on this planet; infact the
most cherished CARRER CALLED LOVE…..




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Casting an immortal spell

 

The boisterously bumbling bees cast an enchanting
spell upon this effulgently colossal Universe; with
their royal cisterns of pristinely golden honey,

The handsomely crimson roses cast an unbreakable spell
upon this beautifully panoramic Universe; with their
whirlpools of uninhibitedly enamoring scent,

The resplendent festoon of stars cast an enlightening
spell upon this marvelously gigantic Universe; with
their gloriously eternal fountain of; ecstatically
twinkling light,

The timelessly Omnipotent Sun cast an everlasting
spell upon this unbelievably mystical Universe; with
its unstoppably victorious beams of unflinching
happiness,

The ecstatically fructifying forest cast a mesmerizing
spell upon this gorgeously romantic Universe; with its
endlessly astounding proliferation into a civilization
of unparalleled newness,

The serenely emollient meadows of grass cast an
invincible spell upon this eternally ebullient
Universe; with their aristocratically heavenly river
of incredulously blessing dew-drops,

The jubilantly kingly eagles cast a euphoric spell
upon this boundlessly benign Universe; with their
uninhibitedly altruistic and symbiotically vibrant
flight,

The ingratiatingly milky Moon cast a formidable spell
upon this wonderfully vivid Universe; with its
indefatigably impregnable illumination of the
cadaverously gory and blackened night,

The blearily wide eye owl cast its spell upon this
eclectically inimitable Universe; with its tales of
unsurpassably philanthropic wisdom; even after the
striking of invidiously sinister midnight,

The tantalizingly undulating sea cast its spell upon
this inscrutably effervescent Universe; with its
magically frosty and sensuously rejuvenating waves,

The newly born infant cast its spell upon this
blessedly vast Universe; with its unadulterated winks
of supremely unassailable mischief; and virgin cries,

The chocolate brown deserts cast their spell upon this
limitlessly enthralling Universe; with their unitedly
synergistic sands charismatically glimmering for
infinite more births yet to unveil,

The seductively emerald crested nightingales cast
their spell upon this immaculately fathomless
Universe; with their mellifluously astonishing and
Omnipotently mitigating voice,

The luminescent mountains cast their spell upon this
unendingly harmonious Universe; with their indomitably
Herculean and tirelessly blazing peaks,

The sacrosanct cow cast its spell upon this supremely
garnished Universe; with its pearly streams of
quintessentially life-yielding and Omnipresent milk,

The flaming candle cast its spell upon this timelessly
serenaded Universe; with its tantalizingly
reinvigorating flicker of hope; amidst apocalypses of
pathetically dolorous darkness,

The compassionate tufts of sheep skin cast their spell
upon this patriotically flowering Universe; with their
magnetically electrifying caverns of unprecedented
warmth,

The inferno of Omnisciently indispensable breath cast
its spell upon this dexterously varied Universe; with
its triggering of pricelessly princely life even in
the most ghoulishly lackadaisical of graves,

And the perpetually passionate heart cast their spell
upon this robustly exhilarating Universe; with its
beats of immortally insuperable and selflessly
infinite love….


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

 

Regulating incessant draughts of fresh air,
revolving in circular clockwise journeys,
tapered blades riveted to oval bodied bearing,
suspended from a jugglery of plastic wire,
firmly secured to an overhead iron hook,
with flower petal carvings sewn to wing,
evacuating stale air with scent of congestion,
revitalizing individuals, drenched in pools of summer
exhaustion,
driving away hordes of buzzing flies,
eliminating seeds of epidemic by fumigating air,
filtering atmosphere obscured with coats of dust,
an inevitable commodity in scorching summer,
equally essential in sedate chills of approaching
winter,
feeding drained nostrils with pouches of surplus air,
extracting moisture from wet cloth,
prompting sheets of paper to fly haphazardly,
shredding to minuscule pieces large objects in close
proximity,
rotating at whirlwind speed, at mere caress of
switchboard plastic,
dancing to supplied currents of electricity,
is my sea green colored, room 'CEILING FAN'


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

 

My love for her was like raindrops pelting in
torrential frenzy from crimson sky; as I unrelentingly
fantasized about her charismatically voluptuous
contours; all sweltering day and even way beyond the
ghastly night,
While she nonchalantly brushed the excess water from
her skin; spuriously suckling sleazy wine with her
extravagant bunch of; vagabond friends….





My love for her was like the Omnipotent rays of Golden
Sun; as I perceived the radiance in her impeccable
eyes to be the most holistic panacea to perpetually
exist,
While she disdainfully shrugged the excess light from
her persona; flirtatiously eloping beyond the
surreptitious hills; everyday with a different man of
her choice……





My love for her was like the vibrantly fragrant
flower; as I uninhibitedly wafted the scent of my
eternal passion; all around her magnificently sacred
visage,
While she dogmatically shut her nose in utter
abhorrence to the excess aroma; sensuously cuddling
the capriciously fragile chest of a man; who would
leave her soon like a piece of dilapidated shit….





My love for her was like the fathomless undulating
sea; having not the slightest of boundary; having not
the most evanescent of end,
While she lugubriously preferred to walk infinite
miles away on the bombastically arid land; with a man
who capriciously adored her only for her embellished
jewelry and tantalizing flesh…..





My love for her was like an overwhelming avalanche of
unending beauty; as I wished all unsurpassable
goodness of this planet to magnanimously descend upon
her till times beyond eternity,
While she dolorously spat on all excess enthrallment
with vindictive malice; preferring worthlessly
manipulative men; who could take her for fugitive
rides; in their silver Mercedes….





My love for her was like the unfathomably melodious
beehive; relentlessly consecrating every step that she
transgressed with all the unconquerable sweetness of
this colossal Universe,
While she pathetically lambasted all the excess
harmony with her stray apron strings; partying with
men who devilishly desired her; only to whet their
appetite….





My love for her was like the fervently mesmerizing
mists; wonderfully titillating every ravishing nerve
of her famished countenance; for boundless more births
yet to unveil,
While she pugnaciously neglected all the excess enigma
with a remorseful frown on her lips; frigidly dancing
to the clatter of currency coin; as brutal demons
ogled down her spine…..


My love for her was like an ardently ingratiating
inferno of breath; that triggered fireballs of
insurmountably unending desire; even in the heart of
the morbidly deadened night,
While she half-heartedly kicked on the excess
exuberance; letting her spirit drift towards a man;
who incessantly viewed her only through the clouds of
his derogatory cigar smoke…..





And my love for her was like an immortally euphoric
heartbeat; perennially bonding with even the most
infinitesimal of her senses; even as; diabolical hell
took a vicious stranglehold of the earth divine,
While she insidiously squelched all the excess romance
infiltrating her soul; leading her entire life like a
puppet chained to the tyrannical devil; just because
he changed the chain every moment with meaninglessly
glittering gold….





© nikhilparekh