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»An Island of loose sand

 

I buried myself deep into an island of loose sand;
sprawled in abundance on
the solitary street,
Warm moisture clinging to mud; like the vise like grip
of a mother,
Blended profusely with an agglomerate of loose stone
and fish shell,
Perspiring voraciously in the sweltering heat of the
stringent day,
Loads of contaminated debris neatly aligning its
periphery,
Frigid particles of soil flying high and handsome in
violent puffs of wind,
Rustic chameleons slithering harmlessly past rotund
rocks settled in the
clay,
Finely crushed sand glittering like an opalescent
mirror in the flaming sun,
Multi legged roots of the uprooted tree; lying
obsolete amidst a mountain of
earth,
The conglomerate of golden sand shimmered
magnanimously in the hostile beams
of sun.


A plethora of earth worms tickled intricate zones of
my ear,
Red ants in clambered up my bare chest; stinging my
supple flesh,
There was perennial darkness encapsulating my
silhouette,
I breathed heavily in a dense ambience of mud and
slippery fossil,
There was no scope for vociferous noise; I barely
possessed the power to
whisper,
Incessantly blending my hands in the mystical wetness;
I tumultuously
fantasized about lush green lawns on the pastoral
slopes,
Ostentatious palaces of pure sandalwood; fighter jets
flying at swashbuckling
speeds,
Unrelenting rain pelting down showering solid
medallions of glistening gold,
I suddenly felt thoroughly exhausted; parched regions
of my throat wailed
exorbitantly for cool water,
Infinite hours of sleeping under sand had sapped
indispensable energy from my
bones,
Eventually prompting me to dismantle the web of silver
granules,
And as I audaciously stepped out in the brilliant
light of the moon,
I was a sight to be ludicrously stared at; evoking a
volley of incoherent
laughter from the pedestrians,
With every arena of my persona being submerged in
disdainful coats of mud,
Obnoxious molecules of sand extruding from a battalion
of territories in my
body.


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

 

Could you disastrously empty the sky of its
voluptuously crimson clouds; and still expect it to
torrentially shower bountifully blissful droplets of
sparkling rain?

Could you ruthlessly extricate the battlefield of its
valiantly patriotic warriors; and still expect it to
bring scintillatingly triumphant freedom for its
sacrosanct motherland?

Could you barbarically pulverize the petals of the
gorgeously imperial lotus; and still expect it to
fulminate into a river of unfathomably enchanting
scent?

Could you unabashedly strip the regale Sun of its
flamboyantly sizzling rays; and still expect it to
profoundly dazzle into an ocean of unassailably
beautiful shine?

Could you murderously evict the earth of even the most
infinitesimal of seed; and still expect it to
salubriously glisten and blossom into the aisles of
optimistically burgeoning prosperity?

Could you cold-bloodedly snap the wings of the
boisterously soaring bird; and still expect it to
exuberantly zip forward in cocoons of jubilantly azure
sky and tirelessly fly high?

Could you treacherously evaporate every ounce of water
in the limitless oceans; and still expect them to
ravishingly undulate into ecstatic waves of
rejuvenatingly thunderous froth?

Could you devastatingly bury the glittering diamond
infinite feet beneath drearily threadbare mud; and
still expect it to unceasingly radiate into a fountain
of mesmerizing golden glimmer?

Could you mercilessly thrash the poignantly intricate
spinal chord of the infant; and still expect it to
unflinchingly gallop towards the skies of eternally
triumphant freedom?

Could you preposterously chop the rosy stub of tongue
in the mouth; and still expect it to unfurl into the
most melodiously spell binding tunes of vivacious
existence?

Could you savagely bombard the silken web into a
countless incongruously debilitating pieces; and still
expect the spider to merrily bounce in the corridors
of insatiably uncontrollable ebullience?

Could you horrendously kill both the celestially
compassionate parents; and still expect the child to
timelessly bloom and invincibly smile?

Could you treacherously inundate the entire dwelling
with acrimoniously jejune and prejudiced cockroaches;
and still expect the rainbows of irrefutable truth to
unconquerable enlighten; even after the very end of
veritable time?

Could you diabolically suck every iota of blood from
the harmonious body; and still expect it to intrepidly
confront every impediment that vindictively confronted
it in its way?

Could you devilishly maraud the resplendently
impeccable whites; and still expect the eye to diffuse
effulgent empathy; vividly sight beyond the contours
of beauty and satiny graciousness?

Could you viciously pluck even the most diminutive
blade of grass from the everlasting meadow; and still
expect the cows to innocuous graze; romantically
philander and exude into cisterns of immaculately
divine milk?

Could you lay a gory battalion of blood-coated thorns
in even the most ephemeral of his path; and still
expect the traveler to dance in the winds of perennial
exuberance for times immemorial?

Could you ruthlessly lambaste the stomach with
whiplashes of bizarre emaciation; and still expect it
to indefatigably languish in the entrenchment of
gorgeously blessed replenishment?

Could you crudely lynch a harmlessly symbiotic
organism; and still expect it to holistically
proliferate countless more of its kind; continue God’s
chapter of Omnipotent creation till its very last
breath?

Could you truculently destroy the impregnable
foundations of the towering edifice; and still expect
that it relentlessly blazed as the most handsomely
highest peak towards; regally crystalline sky?

Could you lasciviously deluge the nimbly placid
atmosphere with sleazily tantalizing seductresses; and
still expect the impressions of glorious righteousness
to reign supreme; on every step that you resolutely
tread?

Could you dictatorially assassinate every trace of
stringent light; and still expect the pathetically
destitute to find the needle from the incomprehensibly
colossal haystack?

Could you deliberately constipate every glorious
constituent of your body; and still expect to mitigate
every fraternity of tumultuously bereaved mankind?

Could you indiscriminately devour an unsurpassable
bucket of ghastly needles; and still expect an aura of
unparalleled serenity to linger across your persona;
for decades limitless more to come?

Could you heinously masticate the one eyed vultures
egg; and still expect the bird to bless you with all
marvelously scintillating richness of
philanthropically magnanimous life?

Could you insanely nail the silken ears with
criminally torching iron bars; and still expect them
to effusively decipher even the most mercurial trace
of non-existent sound?

Could you grow a desert of penalizingly serrated
cactus in your backyard; and still expect to witness
exotically pristine angels to spawn at even the most
evanescent unveiling of ingratiatingly velvety dawn?

Could you lethally maim the legs of the withering old
man; and still expect him to victoriously transcend
past the barriers of the 1000 M; marathon race?

Could you baselessly terrorize the sordidly trembling
and orphaned urchin; and still expect fireballs of
inexorably unending love to euphorically leap from
every conceivable element of his hapless countenance?

Could you ominously shatter the mirror into boundless
bits of obsolete fragments; and still expect it to
irrevocably portray the most candid reflection that
darted from your dastardly persona?

Could you unimaginably cut all fingers with the
nondescript farmaxe; and still expect the palm to
unravel every unleashing instant of the day; into an
compassionately overflowing barrage of stupendously
raw artistry?

Could you wildly run without a cloth on your body
abreast the busy traffic street; and still expect the
most eclectic accolades of civilized culture to be
bestowed upon you; till the earth lived and countless
births beyond your time?

Could you vanquish every compassionate draught of air
that cascaded from the nostril; and still expect the
heavens of passionately pulsating life to flower into
the mists of fantastically unending desire?

And Could you tyrannically strip life of the immortal
love it throbbed every minute for; and still expect it
to become the most pricelessly prosperous;
aristocratically rise above every other entity on this
gargantuan Universe and ardently survive?



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»And then I met her

 

I'd encountered countless women who said they were unimaginably
tired—that they'd certainly collapse into an abominable heap; even
after getting up from a boundless number of hours of celestial rest
and revitalizing sleep,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were brutally
emaciated—that the pangs of hunger would certainly kill them; even
after gobbling virtually every succulent delicacy on this fathomless
earth,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were miserably shy—that
they'd certainly swoon infront of the tiniest of mosquito; even after
bathing each conceivable pore of their body; mind and soul under the
Sun for times immemorial,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were egregiously
drowning—that they'd most certainly asphyxiate their last breath under
water; even after the endless chain of waves had miraculously and
flawlessly transported her to the safe shores,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were sinful
untouchables—that their religion would never enable them to mélange
with the rest of the planet; even after the Lord had himself descended
before them and told them that all religions on this earth are equal
and one,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were abysmally
purposeless—that their life would just evaporate into nothingness as
it came; even after each royal stroke of destiny unveiled an infinite
vistas of newness and opportunity infront of them,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were dismally
directionless—that their existence was like the hackneyed pauper till
their grave; even after the Omnipotent light paved a way clearer than
their soul on every step they dared tread,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were flagrantly
scorched—that their throats would certainly turn to charcoal of
thirst; even after merrily guzzling down-infinite a can of fruit beer;
wine and spring water on the trajectory of this earth,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were inexplicably
thwarted—that their life would end this very instant of depression;
even after every tangible and intangible happiness of existence was
copiously fed to them in a golden spoon each minute,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were agonizingly
suffocating—that they'd almost forgotten the scent of fresh air; even
after inexhaustibly floating in the clouds of desire-where there blew
nothing else but the unstoppable wind of euphoric life,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were deplorably
incomplete—that they'd dolefully look forward now only to the next
birth; even after being blessed with an immaculate husband; children
and an unendingly boisterous jugglery of kin,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were hideously
exploited—that their livid bodies would now never fetch heaven; even
after being worshipped as nothing else but—daughter; wife; mother;
aunt and all the conceivable sacred relations that the planet was
bound to,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were ignominiously
ugly—that they always sequestered their maudlin grotesque face under
the cloak to weep; even after ecstatically winning the ultimate glory
crown of 'Miss Universe' for every successive year,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were tawdrily second
hand—that they wanted to commit suicide rather than being the
consolation prizes of their husbands; even after wantonly philandering
themselves with every handsome on the globe—whilst their husbands just
stared and tolerated in humble submission,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were unfinished
wombs—that they unrelentingly cried to seek the blessings of the
Creator; even after giving birth to so many a beautiful and bountiful
baby girl child,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were irretrievably
blind—that they saw nothing else but devilish darkness capsizing their
innocence every instant; even after astoundingly differentiating the
nth shade of their choice-for the fabric they planned to adorn on top
of their skimpy outfit,

I'd encountered countless women who said they were mercilessly
abandoned—that they'd been left amidst a pack of savage wolves to find
their non-existent way; even after haughtily ordering a countless of
their slaves to lick their floors and walls clean of the last speck of
grime,

I'd encountered countless women who said they had abruptly ended—that
they'd never ever been given a second chance by the chapters of
acridly harsh life; even after an infinite heavens of glorious newness
had opened at each bit of goodness that they did,

And then I met her—who gave up on everything even before anything
opportune could happen to her; even before the tiniest insinuation of
happiness could bless her; even before the mantra of goodness and
miracle could try and help her; even before she could alight a single
foot to try and test her true worth on this Omniscient soil…

(c) (r) copyright by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»And you human being

 

The Sun was one of the most blazingly Omnipotent entity on this
fathomless
Universe; yet it never ever said that the earth which it inundated with
optimistic light; was lugubriously depressed and dark,

The Rose was one of the most fragrantly spellbinding entity on this
boundless Universe; yet it never ever said that the atmosphere which it
perpetuated with timelessly humanitarian scent; was flagrantly rotting
and
obsolete,

The Mountain was one of the most indomitably strong entity on this
limitless Universe; yet it never ever said that the infants which it
sequestered all night and day; were grotesquely dilapidated and weak,

The Sea was one of the most vivaciously tangy entity on this
unsurpassable
Universe; yet it never ever said that the shores which it timelessly
smooched with pristine froth; were inanely decrepit and beleaguered,

The Rain was one of the most sensuously virile entity on this enamoring
Universe; yet it never ever said that the deserts which it
metamorphosed
into resplendent paradise; were deliriously emaciated and sick,

The Mud was one of the most propitiously spawning entity on this
unlimited
Universe; yet it never ever said that the tendril which it evolved out
of
sheer nothingness; was insipidly fragile and juvenile,

The Moon was one of the most charismatically enlightening entity on
this
unprecedented Universe; yet it never ever said that the night which it
majestically illuminated with iridescently milky light; was invidiously
appalling and abject,

The Wind was one of the most exuberantly triumphant entity on this
unconquerable Universe; yet it never ever said that the leaf which it
ecstatically reinvigorated; was remorsefully crinkled and in
inexplicable
duress,

The Horizon was one of the most unfathomably infinite entity on this
Omniscient Universe; yet it never ever said that the human which it
unbelievably enthralled with its tantalizing perception; was
treacherously
robotic and crawling on parsimonious earth,

The Grass was one of the most royally panoramic entity on this eternal
Universe; yet it never ever said that the cattle which it
quintessentially
fed till times beyond eternity; was vituperatively greedy and
parasitic, ’

The Pearl was one of the most pricelessly celestial entity on this
symbiotic
Universe; yet it never ever said that the space which it perennially
charmed; was threadbarely indolent and idiosyncratic,

The Rainbow was one of the most vividly victorious entity on this
blissful
Universe; yet it never ever said that the sky which it regally ignited
with
its unparalleled color; was nonsensically lackadaisical and augmenting
towards emptiness,

The Dewdropp was one of the most tantalizingly rhapsodic entity on this
gargantuan Universe; yet it never ever said that the feet which it
jubilantly tingled; were miserably chapped and dwindling into hopeless
fatigue,

The Root was one of the most indispensably formidable entity on this
stupendous Universe; yet it never ever said that the tree which it
granted
solidarity to even in the most vindictive of apocalypses; was
fecklessly
invisible and lividly limp,

The Destiny Line was one of the most impregnably deciding entity on
this
magnetic Universe; yet it never ever said that the palm which it
granted
royally unfettered authority; was egregiously diseased and slaving
towards
the soil,

The Star was one of the most gloriously opalescent entity on this
astounding
Universe; yet it never ever said that the blackness through which it
convivially perpetuated; was cadaverously hopeless and defunct,

The Nostril was one of the most effusively lifeyielding entity on this
infallible Universe; yet it never ever said that the lungs which it
perennially perfumed with Omnipotent air; were flagrantly clumsy and
wisps
of nothingness,

The Snow was one of the most beautifully mollifying entity on this
spectacular Universe; yet it never ever said that the slopes which it
imperially enveloped with festoons of impeccable white; were
infinitesimally
barren and sadistically desolate,

And you Human Being; An Inconspicuously oblivious piece of nothingness
in
front of the Omniscient Lord Almighty; had the baseless temerity to
torture;
discriminate; abhor; abuse; treat your comrades worse than animals just
because they were poor and destitute; just because the color of your
skin
was white; just because that extra parchment of spurious currency note;
aimlessly squandered from your pompous trouser pocket; just because you
felt
you’d meaninglessly coined the axiom:
“ THAT THE SUN NEVER SETS ON THE BRITISH EMPIRE”, when infact the
Creator
had created this earth as pricelessly and incomparably one…


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

 

When i feel happy and bustling with youth,
the atmosphere sprinkled with petals of palpable
emotion,
i embrace semicircular pillars of white stone with a
vice like grip.

when i feel besieged with waves of despondence,
inflated bubbles of energy pierced with daggers of
revenge,
i stare nonchalantly at clouds swimming in the sky.

when i feel exhausted with mounting tasks of the day,
clothes soaked wet in pools of dripping sweat,
i suspend my feet in salty water of the ferocious sea.

when i feel pangs of hunger striking walls of long
intestine,
dreary body frame succumbs to an unnatural
siesta,
i stretch my mouth palette wide to swallow large
chunks of roasted potato.

when i feel tickled rolling in languid blades of
grass,
grey lizards traverse rough barks of live tree wood,
i inhale air in lungs, scream in ecstasy flexing vocal
chords deep down my
throat.

when my fingers swell with incessant clinging to
fountain pen,
mental imagery fluctuates in relation to school text
load,
i massage both palms vigorously with herbal turmeric
balm.

when i fly in the aircraft at unsurpassable heights
from ground,
the flight steward serves tall beer mugs of juice,
i feel like floating in blue air of the bare sky,
with my body strapped firmly to chords of parachute.

when i feel the world frantically running
after me,
there exists no peace at all quarters of the city,
i enclose myself in soundproof walls of my submarine,
listen to melodious tunes of Egyptian music.

when i envisage the poor shivering in icy
winds of winter,
stunningly rich trading wealth in polished glass walls
of the kingly casino,
i feel like distributing minuscule fractions of their
affluence,
to my human counterparts on the brink of extinction.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Angels of the sky

 

They floated like inflated gas balloons,
bounced to and fro between the earth and sky,
leapt from amazing height of the castle tower,
drowned deep in remote galleries of the blue ocean,
walked through crackling flames producing blistering
heat,
ate needle thorn with coats of salt for evening
supper,
drove their cars suspended in air, evading cumbersome
jams,
closed their breaths for abnormal hours without traces
of suffocation,
transformed the patches of earth on which they tread
into sticks of gold,
held out their hands for scorpions to sting,
took bath in fuming acid at the rise of handsome dawn,
inscribed the names of their beloved on flesh with
rusty knife,
chewed the hardest of bone with nonchalant ease,
devoured atom bomb shell like flavored candy cakes,
scored cent percent marks in every single grade,
bludgeoned their way, unhurt amidst an ambience of
indiscreet gunfire,
swam with the elegance of a white shark through the
red sea,
were invisible in the brightest sunlight of the day,
danced all throughout the night without a single spell
of enchanting sleep,
they had existed since millions of calendar year,
in secret domains beyond silver grey outlines of the
rain cloud,
even before the first sign of life wept on this earth,
some millions years prior to man's creation,
their awesome power was simply unparalleled,
they always wore satin robes of spotless white,
they christened themselves as'ANGELS OF THE SKY'


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

 

I struck my tender fist vociferously against the hard
wall,
round globules of indignant anger welled up in my
eyes,
mighty pounds of fresh air died a gruesome death in my
lungs,
tapered outlines of my toe fingers took a vice like
grip of the floor,
crimson blood traveled multiple times faster through
my veins,
snow white pearls of my eyes acquired streaks of
corrugated scarlet,
dozens of my teeth clenched themselves to form a
formidable fortress,
infinite hair on my body stood up in hostile acrimony,
the tiny blob of Adams apple oscillated violently like
a parasitic leech,
amber fumes emanated in quick successions from my
nostril,
a volley of profound abuse escaped through the
luscious envelope of my lips,
gallons of adrenalin flowed intermittently via my
kidneys,
feeble muscles of my persona transited to taut balls
of anguished fervor,
i gnawed my nails raw of rich calcium,
chewed my thumb for times immemorial,
staring unflinchingly at my adversary who had
humiliated me a few hours ago,
had also evaporated traces of exorbitant
felicity that i was
besieged with.



i couldn't bear it any longer,
my entire silhouette radiated with waves of demonic
anger,
prompting me to punch stringently with my rock hard
palms,
into the supple core of his solar plexus,
evacuating tonnes of air trapped in his flatulent
belly,
annihilating forever the ostentation he displayed in
ridiculing the 'THE YOUTH
OF MY AGE'.

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Any form of life was better than death

 

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw countless haplessly orphaned children; being viciously kicked into dustbins of malice; for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw the pricelessly innocuous female fetus; being brutally assassinated and aborted; right in the very depths of the unassailably godly womb,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw heartlessly cold-blooded men; ruthlessly felling innumerable a tree; using its blessed branches; trunk and roots; for evolving lifelessly wastrel commodities,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw demonically manipulating politicians; weigh the very essence of unconquerably righteous life; in terms of wantonly decrepit currency coin,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw innocently minor girls being brutally raped; by the diabolically idiosyncratic perversions of sadistic man,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw peerlessly impeccable blood being parasitically sucked from newborn forms; just in order to spuriously enrich and consecrate; the already blessed and bountiful human form,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw boundless wives and children reduced to a cadaverous carcass; as the man of the family simply refrained to budge an inch to earn; cannibalistically guzzling the last dropp of wine and vixen; to be found of planet earth,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw beautifully fructifying wildlife being emotionlessly beheaded; just in order to become the exuberant delicacy; of the already replenished palette,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw robustly ebullient organisms doing nothing but just endlessly gazing at fathomless sky; nonsensically proclaiming that their destiny would one day and eventually take them to the absolute epitome of cloud nine,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw one man derogatorily slaving and slavering for another man; wherein the Omnipotent Creator had created all symbiotically equal in the first place,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw millions of innocent being indiscriminately butchered; in the wrath and aftermath of barbarously thwarting bombardment and war,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw satanic terrorists launch an inconsolably pulverizing assault on one particular fraternity of mankind; in the name of sacrifice to the Omnipresent Lord,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw hordes of people blindfoldedly offering their last ounce of wealth to the Omnipotent deity of the Lord; who in the first place owned every speck of the unending Universe; and who wanted them to benevolently donate the same to all suffering living kind instead,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw school going girls and boys begging hoarsely on the obdurately chauvinistic streets; with their parents abhorrently using them to tickle the soft corner of the opulent society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw women of all ages; right from the age of my daughter; to sister to mother; tawdrily selling their flesh to hedonistically dastardly men; just for securing those two quintessential morsels of food,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw limitless dying unattended on the freezing streets; because of unforgivably ghastly corruption; viciously infiltrating in every echelon of the government and society,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw impudently pretentious brats; telling their life-bestowing parents to clean the stagnating shit in their houses; whilst they themselves deliriously drowned themselves; into barrels of sinfully expensive wine and cigarette smoke,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw the most perpetually faithful of lovers salaciously separate like a miserably broken leaf; at the tiniest of objection from the sanctimoniously turgid society,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw selfishly shriveled man; praying to God for solely impregnating his lungs with a countless breaths; instead of immortally sharing the same in perfect symbiosis with endless numbers of his own kind,

But when I was actually committing suicide. I felt that any form of life was better than death; as I approached my very last breath. For if at all I could endeavor my very best to ameliorate every fraternity of estranged and maliciously cannibalistic living kind; then by the grace of God it could be only while in undefeated life and not the slightest after stonily gory death…

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»Anystage. Anyplace. Anytime.

 

If there was anything ever born on this fathomless Universe; which could compete with honesty; then it was none other than unconquerably blissful and redolently everlasting honesty itself,

If there was anything ever born on this boundless Universe; which could compete with truth; then it was none other than insuperably majestic and handsomely unshakable truth itself,

If there was anything ever born on this limitless Universe; which could compete with humanity; then it was none other than beautifully bonding and eternally fructifying itself,

If there was anything ever born on this colossal Universe; which could compete with the Sun; then it was none other than the Omnipotently blazing and ubiquitously enlightening Sun itself,

If there was anything ever born on this gargantuan Universe; which could compete with goodness; then it was none other than altruistically enchanting and benevolently royal goodness itself,

If there was anything ever born on this countless Universe; which could compete with happiness; then it was none other than redolently priceless and perpetually liberating happiness itself,

If there was anything ever born on this unsurpassable Universe; which could compete with freedom; then it was none other than timelessly effulgent and triumphantly ecstatic freedom itself,

If there was anything ever born on this perennial Universe; which could compete with the Mother; then it was none other than the sacredly emollient and Omnisciently blessing mother itself,

If there was anything ever born on this vast Universe; which could compete with simplicity; then it was none other than irrefutably victorious and unflinchingly infallible simplicity itself,

If there was anything ever born on this unceasing Universe; which could compete with innocence; then it was none other than uninhibitedly unadulterated and miraculously celestial innocence itself,

If there was anything ever born on this inexhaustible Universe; which could compete with symbiotism; then it was none other than vivaciously blessed and eternally spawning symbiotism itself,

If there was anything ever born on this gregarious Universe; which could compete with contentment; then it was none other than gloriously indomitable and selflessly emancipating contentment itself,

If there was anything ever born on this victorious Universe; which could compete with paradise; then it was none other than fantastically fantasizing and timelessly tantalizing paradise itself,

If there was anything ever born on this timeless Universe; which could compete with breath; then it was none other than sensuously fiery and quintessentially kingly breath itself,

If there was anything ever born on this unending Universe; which could compete with the infant; then it was none other than the mischievously godly and graciously immaculate infant itself,

If there was anything ever born on this ever-pervading Universe; which could compete with rain; then it was none other than stupendously reinvigorating and brilliantly life-yielding rain itself,

If there was anything ever born on this immeasurable Universe; which could compete with soil; then it was none other than unbelievably virile and tirelessly life-bestowing soil itself,

If there was anything ever born on this indefatigable Universe; which could compete with creation; then it was none other than resplendently poignant and ardently fertile creation itself,

If there was anything ever born on this synergistic Universe; which could compete with brotherhood; then it was none other than insuperably uniting and inimitably Omnipresent brotherhood itself,

But if there was anything ever born on this interminable Universe; which had not the tiniest of competition at all; then it was none other than Immortal love; as any organism irrespective of caste; creed; color; stature; physiognomy and his past; could embrace it; could wholesomely make its unconquerably passionate goodness; the sole elixir of his life; anyplace; anystage; anytime…

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»Aromatic Hair oil

 

Thick shock of jet black hair,
sprawled languidly on white domes of hard mass,
stuck to skin with offshooting pores,
sprouting from umpteenth prickly roots,
sizzle in hot rays of the sun,
heating their periphery with flashes of fire,
scorching patches of flesh on which they stand,
with readily absorbed natural solar energy,
hairy follicles shine in radiance,
parted to high degrees of comfort,
compressed by electric hot wind guns,
blowing air over silky strands,
shaping them to angled perfection,
with abundant supply of white allergic powder,
sliding down the black stalks,
filling virgin cavities with white plagued dust,
an obnoxious termite for the natural sheath of black,
an alien relative of disdainful proportion,
resulting in premature wearing of hair mass,
shrinking, shrivelling, withering, the most precious
component,
of breathing souls,
the only solution being,
mega sized hollow glass bottles,
tightly corked and transparent,
filled with aromatic hair oil.


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