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»Arrow of love

 

When an arrow of barbaric iron struck me on my chest; rivulets of blood
trickled down rampantly,
Soft portions of flesh were brutally invaded; and I emitted loud
screams of
anguish under my vanishing breath.

When an arrow of glittering gold struck me perilously close to my ribs;
I
initially felt elated at witnessing the opulence embedded,
However after a while the beats of my heart reduced dramatically; and
an
uncanny numbness seemed to be encompassing my persona.

When an arrow of acrimonious thorns struck me in my eye; I felt a
sudden gush
of blindness encroach upon my silhouette,
The world now seemed an obfuscated blur of its original self; and I now
sighted the dazzling sun in the sky as gruesomely black.

When an arrow of piquant chili struck me in the center of my nostrils;
I
experienced fuming sensations engulf my breath,
Eloped as fast as my skinny legs could carry me; to dip my burnt skin
in
revitalizing water.

When an arrow of obnoxious tobacco struck me on my lips; the derogatory
odor
made me inevitably cough,
Some of the derogatory powder had also entered my intricate intestines;
and I
vomited out the poisonous extract with my inebriated eyes feebly
closing
down.

When an arrow of resplendent silver struck me in my legs; I at the
onset
appreciated the gleam and accentuated shine,
Although after a few seconds had elapsed; collapsed in a bedraggled
heap on
the stony floor; unable to bear the tyranny anymore.

When an arrow of pointed glass struck me in my face; indiscriminately
permeating through my cheek,
I felt as if stabbed by millions of scorpion tails; lost holistic
consciousness instantaneously succumbing to the mighty onslaught.

When an arrow of golden honey struck me on my rotund stomach; this time
I felt
no pain not even the slightest of discomfort,
However with rising of the next dawn; a conglomerate of parasites and
leech
had camouflaged my skin from the world; greedily sucking the nectar as
well as
long pieces of my bone.

When an arrow of charred wood struck me in my shoulder; it mercilessly
ripped
apart the protruding muscle,
Made sooty indentations on my sparkling complexion; sapping away
exuberant
sources of energy from my demeanor.

And eventually when the 'ARROW OF LOVE' struck me in the middle of my
forehead; I felt mystical sensations inundate my soul,
There was a revolutionary stirring which occurred in my heart; making
me
completely forgetful to the heaps of tribulation I had suffered just
minutes
before,
Drowning me into an ocean of celestial harmony; a land where there
existed
nothing else but an insatiable spirit to romantically exist and care.


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

 

Art immortalizes,
Manipulation wanders in realms of traumatized hell…

Art stupefies,
Manipulation is a balloon of monotony which augments by the unfurling
second…

Art mesmerizes,
Manipulation rots in dungeons of stagnation…

Art fortifies,
Manipulation collapses even before it rises from the ground…

Art blossoms,
Manipulation is a vicious whirlwind which always recoils…

Art embraces,
Manipulation strangulates beyond realms of suffocation…

Art showers,
Manipulation salaciously dries every droplet of blood that serenely
cascades…

Art tantalizes,
Manipulation annihilates fantasy from its very roots…

Art symbolizes,
Manipulation disdainfully infiltrates irrefutable truth…

Art innovates,
Manipulation puts all dreams to an obnoxious standstill….

Art sings,
Manipulation is the origin of all obstreperous abuse…

Art harbors,
Manipulation ruins the mightiest to raw grains of inconspicuous ash…

Art unites,
Manipulation profoundly dismantles the crux of blissful humanity…..

Art enlightens,
Manipulation perpetually fails to break the walls of despair….

Art smiles,
Manipulation brutally sucks the tiniest trace of jubilation in life….

Art entices,
Manipulation repels even the most horrendous battalion of
mosquitoes….

Art intoxicates,
Manipulation buries a man breathing celestially beneath his grave…



Art bestows,
Manipulation sucks all benevolence; philanthropically entwined in
your soul…..

And Art is the very reason I could take birth an infinite times,
While O! Almighty Lord; keep manipulation away even from the most
decaying framework of my dead bones; each time I left for my heavenly
abode….

©COPYRIGHT-2002, BY NIKHIL PAREKH
 
»Artillery for survival

 

The car ate gallons of golden gasoline spray,
the pen survived on compressed mass of carbon ink.
the lizard devoured species of small insects,
the light bulb shone to swift currents of white
electricity.
the birds lived on suspended wind in atmosphere,
the rock crevices hungrily gulped salty sea waves.
the tree sucked moisture from interior core of soil,
triangular ice cubes fed on incessant supply of frozen
air.
the pigments of green derived fodder through bright
sunshine,
red crested parrot nibbled spicy chunks of homemade
pickle.
the cigarette sticks relied solely on milligrams of
lethal tobacco,
thick skinned elephant swallowed a truck load of
healthy leaves.
the placid night was cooled by strong beams of the
tranquil moon,
the marine octopus relished a meal of long fish and
crab.
the wall clock functioned due to meticulous unwinding
of chains,
the bumble bee rested in jars of natural honey.
the computer processed data from a configuration of
microchips,
exhaustion was accentuated further by infinite beads
of sweat dripping down.
the humans existing lived on a cascade of currency,
whilst I occupied the soil, entirely listening to tunes
of my heart.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Artists are not taught; they are born

 

The bird didn’t need to be taught how to catch fish;
its astounding ability to dive; its lanky beak and the
hunger in its dainty stomach; were simply enough
fodder to propel it to dip down; capsize the robust
meat in its mouth,

The dog didn’t need to be taught how to wag its tail;
its overwhelming urge to welcome its master; the
angular silhouette of its body; was simply enough for
it to move the stump of fur protruding from its back,

The clouds didn’t need to be taught how to rain; the
conglomerate of ominous black coalesced in harmony;
the fury fulminating inside; was simply enough fuel to
perpetuate themselves into gigantic droplets of
crystal water,

The cow didn’t need to be taught how to feed her calf;
the river of milk oozing from her teats; her famished
child nestling close to her body; was simply enough
for her to satisfy her baby,

The rose didn’t need to be taught how to give scent;
the coalition of redolent red petals embodied in its
visage; the scores of humming bees kissing its stalk;
were simply enough for it to blossom and emanate its
blissful fragrance,

The child didn’t need to be taught how to walk; the
unrelenting urge in him to reach his mother; an
uncanny desire burning within him to explore the
outside world; was simply enough to rise him on his
feet; gallop with long strides and run,

The fish didn’t need to be taught how to swim; having
seen nothing but water since their birth; swirling
waves of the sea as their perennial companion; was
simply enough for them to slither their delectable
bodies and mystically weave their way forward,

The Lion didn’t need to be taught how to hunt; the
inexorable gluttony of his stomach; a blood curling
desire incarcerated in his flamboyant eyes; was simply
enough to make him thunderously growl; run at
lightening speeds towards the throat of its prey,

The spider didn’t need to be taught how to spin her
web; the sea of slimy juice extruding from her
tentacles; a furtive desire to be shielded from the
acrimonious Sun and the world; were simply enough for
it to clamber up the ceiling and spin its home within
seconds,

The cat didn’t need to be taught how to catch mice;
its clusters of hostile needle teeth; the sense of
uncanny adventure lingering profoundly in its hazel
eyes; were simply enough for it to pounce on the
diminutive rat and rip it apart into soft balls of
meat,

The skin didn’t need to be taught how to sweat;
sweltering rays of the dazzling Sun; an overwhelmingly
hard day of work without sitting even a minute on the
ground; was simply enough for it to evolve rivers
replete with golden perspiration,

The peacock didn’t need to be taught how to dance;
incessant showers of water cascading in torrents from
the sky; an ambience completely enveloped by
voluptuous enchantment; was simply enough for it to
spread its wings to a full plumage and sway,

The beggar didn’t need to be taught how to beg;
insatiable pangs of hunger imploding more fierce than
a volcano in his stomach; every iota of blood
virtually evaporating from his veins; was simply
enough to make him open his mouth incoherently and
wail for alms,

The scorpion didn’t need to be taught how to sting;
having spent its entire life besieged with ghastly
reptile and ominous wildlife; a splendidly curved tail
inundated supremely with lethal poison; was simply
enough for it to spread its face into a sneering grin
and venomously strike the sleeping rabbit,

The donkey didn’t need to be taught how to kick;
gruesome loads of sand laden on its tender body; with
almost every entity transgressing it making it a point
to ridicule it to ultimate limits; was simply enough
for it to swish its tail and feet in raw indignation,

The lizard didn’t need to be taught how to gobble
insects; its enormously slender tongue; the
incredulous ability in its fleet footed legs to climb
on any wall; was simply enough for it to furtively
approach its prey from behind; devour it in a fraction
of a second; before the poor worm even new it was
born,

The pair of Man and Woman didn’t need to be taught how
to procreate their progeny; the inexorable whirlpool
of desire circulating rampantly in their bodies; the
glimmer of invincible hope floating in their eyes to
have somebody resembling themselves in entirety; was
simply enough for them to blend in the aisles of
passionate love and give birth to their offspring,

The Omniscient Creator didn’t need to be taught how to
govern this earth; his omnipresent presence throbbing
loudly in every heart; the supernatural power he
possessed of creating more than a million for every
soul lost; was simply enough for him to sit on the
throne of this planet; and rule it as the ultimate
king for times immemorial,
And an artist didn’t need to be taught how to paint;
draw; write; sing; dance; etc….; the indefatigable
reservoir of innovation multiplying every instant in
the corridors of his brain; the unsurpassable euphoria
he experienced in creating marvels out of abstract
forms; was simply enough for him to lift the pen;
assimilate the entire world in just a piece of naked
paper; make the whole Universe of his dreams actually
come alive in just a single line; he enigmatically
uttered….






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

 

Artists assimilated the vibrantly unfurling beauty of
the atmosphere; majestically on the resplendent
palette of their lives,
Tycoons traded the same in the spuriously stinking
stock markets; savagely marauding their bountiful
fragrance in the web of indescribably salacious
savagery….

Artists inundated vivaciously enamoring color even in
the most dolorously deadened entities; spawning a
civilization of ravishing sensuousness on even the
most obsoletely decaying step that they tread,
Tycoons ghastily buried live organisms into threadbare
mud; erecting castles of their invidiously malicious
wealth; upon unfathomably tyrannized blood and skull….

Artists wonderfully absorbed even the most
infinitesimal iota of charismatic voluptuousness from
the planet around; eternally making it the ravishing
mascara of their philandering eyelashes,
Tycoons ruthlessly boiled the same in cauldrons of
manipulative malice; beheading man and animal
barbarically alike; to bombastically toast for their
nocturnal delights…..

Artists insurmountably titillated even the coffins of
penalizing midnight; with the stupendously enchanting
melody in their vividly wandering sounds,
Tycoons mercilessly invaded every speck of this
gloriously palpitating Universe; with the
overwhelmingly bizarre cacophony of lecherously
crippling monotony…..

Artists fulminated into an unsurpassable ocean of
fantasy with every unveiling minute; tantalizing even
the most alien mountains of absolution; with their
beautifully mesmerizing footsteps,
Tycoons fretted; fumed; made life an irascibly
unforgiving hell for every entity around them; after
stepping out of the realms of the dastardly
superficial office….

Artists perpetuated a fathomless garden of spell
binding fragrance on every single occasion that they
exotically kissed mother earth; erupting into the
flavor of timeless humanity for times immemorial; and
with the consent of the Creator Divine,
Tycoons tirelessly slithered their way through the
gutters of crucifying corruption; asphyxiating the
breath of countless innocent; in their quest for
reaching the epitome of baselessly empty supremacy….

Artists treated every organism alive as an unshakably
ubiquitous paradise; profoundly saluting the
scintillating path of compassionate righteousness in
every heart throbbing with enamoring life,
Tycoons parasitically lambasted the diminutively poor;
uxoriously licked the sordid feet of the domineeringly
rich; in their never-ending hunger to posses the
ludicrously white collar; for a countless more
lifetimes…..

Artists irrefutably believed in the sacrosanct cradle
of beautiful proliferation; timelessly evolving a
township of astoundingly redolent newness in every
conceivable direction; that they cast their
intoxicating eyes,
Tycoons deliberately impeded God’s most cherished
process of procreation; on the meaningless pretext
that their palaces of sleazily glittering gold; would
become a trifle too overcrowded….

And Artists perpetually worshipped nothing else but
love; love and perennial love; bonding with its
heavenly spirit to immortalize the spirit of
ingratiating life on this boundlessly gregarious
earth,
While tycoons insidiously broke hearts like a pack of
soggy matchsticks; criminally philosophizing an
insipidly emotionless environment; sanctimonious cigar
smoke; raunchy vixen and wine; as the only mantra to
forever survive…..







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»As all the heart ever knew

 

Neither did it know any religion; the most royally invincible epitomes of the venerated Church/Temple/Mosque/Monastery; or the most haplessly oblivious alleys of inexplicably thwarting blindfaith,

Neither did it know any color; the most pricelessly impeccable of scintillating white; or the most perilously bemoaning shades of sadistic black,

Neither did it know any height; the most majestically infallible apogees of unimpeachable victory; or the most despondently skulking and parsimoniously threadbare stones; lying on lackadaisically lugubrious soil,

Neither did it know any beauty; the most voluptuously aristocratic reflections of the perennial castle; or the most hideously grotesque faces; of the devils of cannibalistic hell,

Neither did it know any power; the most demonically menacing of politicians; or the most pathetically mercurial of ants; which got barbarously pulverized by the billions; at the rise of a singleton foot,

Neither did it know any wealth; the most unsurpassbaly sumptuous treasuries of undefeated glittering gold; or the most lecherously inconsolable beggars; parasitically clinging forever and ever and ever to the fabric of celestial society,

Neither did it know any versatility; the most brilliantly unassailable skies of spell binding talent; or the most nonchalantly immutable of bricks; which dogmatically refrained to budge even an inch forward; even as the ghastliest of hell inclemently rained down on earth,

Neither did it know any scripture; the most victoriously bestowing pages of undefeated literature; or the most despicably besmirched mortuaries of fetidly livid illiteracy,

Neither did it know any boundary; the most insuperably blazing borders of the sanctimoniously dictatorial society; or the most disdainfully dingy confinements of sacrilegiously vindictive jail,

Neither did it know any shape; the most ubiquitously ever-pervading forms of unalterable superiority; or the most inconspicuously dithering and digressing worms of derogatory hatred,

Neither did it know any culture; the most ostentatiously flavored parties of profusely smoke-laden baselessness; or the most rustically bohemian impressions of the flagrantly uncivilized thumb,

Neither did it know any influential; the most charismatically enchanting of luminaries; or the most hopelessly dumb carrions of inane meaninglessness; which did nothing else but inundate the atmosphere with dastardly stench,

Neither did it know any magic; the most miraculously victorious metamorphosis of all poverty into a cloudburst of torrentially unrelenting currency coin; or the most irately burnt; unproductively infidel and cursed soil,

Neither did it know any fertility; the most indefatigably proliferating chapters of precocious civilization; or the most profanely impotent corpses of bizarrely devastating stagnation,

Neither did it know any fear; the most ominously massacring graveyards of the unsparingly jinxed spirit; or the most wretchedly plagued carcasses of the worthlessly wanton devil,

Neither did it know any victory; the most dynamically resurgent trouncing of the enemy at war; or the most forlornly lamenting losses of the gallows of wickedly annihilating lies,

Neither did it know any fragrance; the most spell-bindingly tantalizing aroma of the poignantly scarlet rose; or the most unbearably melancholic odor of the abominable village gutter,

Neither did it know any language; the most blessedly sacrosanct of virile dialects; or the most vituperatively lambasting tongues of abhorrently truculent contemptuousness

As all the heart ever knew on the trajectory of this fathomlessly iridescent Universe and ever since this earth was conceived and created; was to immortally throb for the unshakably burgeoning spirit of love; love and perpetual love; infact the only word upon which its dictionary of insatiable passion; started and indefinitely ended…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»As I forever had her support

 

Every tree on this fathomlessly enamoring Universe forever went against me; as each time I alighted my foot; it fell on my nimble shoulders; pulverizing me beyond holistic degrees of sagacious comprehension,

Every mountain on this boundlessly victorious Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to clamber its slope; it mercilessly buried me to an infinite feet beneath worthlessly lackadaisical soil,

Every path on this spell bindingly bounteous Universe forever went against me; as each time I dared tread on it; it deliriously bewildered and gobbled me in such a labyrinth of confounding routes; that it was impossible for me to recognize even my very own voice,

Every sea on this inscrutably tantalizing Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to swim in it; it barbarously drowned me to the heartless bottom; before feeding even the most infinitesimal bone of my body to the diabolically emaciated shark,

Every cloud on this beautifully iridescent Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to gaze towards the sky; it inundated every conceivable iota of my eye with unsurpassable tumblers of stinging water; preposterously obfuscating my vision from every trace of tangible civilization,

Every lip on this fantastically ameliorating Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to compassionately kiss it; all it hurtled was an unceasingly lambasting volley of tawdrily devilish abuse,

Every desert on this stupendously miraculous Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to admire its vastness; it dragged me further and further into inanely salacious meaninglessness; with its beguiling mirages maniacally depriving me of my every ounce of happiness,

Every Sunray on this jubilantly mesmerizing Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to sight it; it made me to inevitably shut my eyes; into a graveyard of haplessly asphyxiating and demonic blackness,

Every particle on this blissfully reinvigorating Universe forever went against me; as each time I stepped out of my closed glass; it collided with the innocuous whites of my eye with such an intransigent velocity; that I was pathetically rendered blind for a countless more of my lifetimes,

Every color on this timelessly enchanting Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to sketch the vivacious rainbow; every line that I drew on the barren canvas; metamorphosed into sadistically gory blood,

Every word on this perennially bewitching Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to speak it aloud; it brutally transformed into the most venomously ultimate spelling of death,

Every hive on this endlessly fascinating Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to blend with its unbelievable sweetness; an indefatigable army of bees hedonistically knifed through every visible and invisible cranny of my skin,

Every finger on this unfathomably ecstatic Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to symbiotically intertwine my finger with it; it horrifically maimed me; to discordantly beg on the dusty streets,

Every dwelling on this impregnably exhilarating Universe forever went against me; as each time I ventured to seek shelter in it; it vindictively thrust me towards the coffins of the most unsparingly crucifying of hell,

Every soil on this timelessly ebullient Universe forever went against me; as each time I passionately tread upon it; it devoured me into a mortuary of sinfully castrating and maliciously assassinating wantonness,

Every star on this tranquilly everlasting Universe forever went against me; as each time I stepped out in the majestically star-studded evening; a corpse of impoverished blindness was all that my eyes could sight; my only cynical savior for an innumerable more nights,

Every shadow on this amazingly perspicacious Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to seek solace in its silken softness; it strangulated me without the tiniest of innuendo and to such a ghastly extent; that my eyeballs gorily danced out till infinite infinity,

Every breath on this limitlessly blessing Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to inhale it in my famished lungs; it became the most torturously eventual cry of ominously devastating death,

Yet; I forever towered as the most priceless organism alive in the winds of paradise; Yet; I forever existed as the most invincibly blessed man on the trajectory of earth divine; Yet; I forever replenished even the most inconspicuous of my senses with the fruits of eternally resplendent Creation; Yet; I forever stayed away from even the slightest of misery and reigning as the most powerful entity on this Universe; as I forever had her Omnipotent palms immortally entwined in mine; as I forever had hers and only her true support for me; even though none of the world and beyond; was ever mine….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»As if the most ultimate of Kings

 

It might have been to viciously slander me; venomously dissolve me like a piece of frigid shit; an infinite kilometers well beneath the murderous corpses of all times,

It might have been to reproachfully lambaste me; treacherously blow me forever and ever and ever away; into the graveyards of lethally stabbing and shriveled oblivion,

It might have been to sadistically comment upon my impoverished form; perennially ensure that it floated like the most lackadaisically frazzled carcass of misery; in between heaven and disparaging hell,

It might have been to decimate me beyond realms of holistic recognition; before devilishly feeding every ounce of my wretchedly decaying carrion; to the hideously scavenging and cold-blooded vultures,

It might have been to wholesomely defeat every trace of my tangible existence; compassionately beseech the most uncouthly truculent demons to excoriate me into a boundless bits of disastrously terrorizing nothingness,

It might have been to wantonly taint even the most unassailably righteous fabric of my harmonious survival; with the pathetically asphyxiating grime of dastardly lies,

It might have been to announce my loss in mind; body and jubilant form; to the trajectory of this fathomlessly enchanting planet; whereas I still exuberantly paraded in the aisles of indefatigably fructifying utopia,

It might have been to ghoulishly bemoan every bit of philanthropic goodness that I divulged into; salaciously dragging my name into the coffins of hedonistically flagrant corruption,

It might have been to deliriously torture every bounteously fantasizing fragment of my brain; with the inconsolably weeping broomsticks of tyrannizing malice,

It might have been to Spartanly order every rabid dog on this poignantly ubiquitous planet; to summon as quickly as possible near my innocuous face; and then intransigently bite the same as if there wasn’t the slightest of sunset,

It might have been to unstoppably ridicule me; make a blatantly intolerable parody about each of my weaknesses; to every organism effulgently breathing on planet divine,

It might have been to satanically deafen even the most infinitesimal of my senses; numb every gloriously conceivable movement of my nimble body; with the cries of outrageously maniacal extinction,

It might have been to unrelentingly drag me to the gallows of heartlessly maiming confinement; impugning me of the highest treason ever committed on earth; which I never ever die or could dream to do,

It might have been to mercilessly pounce upon every imaginable penny of my unflinching perseverance; wickedly burn the same into parasitically sordid flames of lecherous hatred,

It might have been to timelessly jinx every euphorically benign aspect of my existence; with the brutally ominous chains of nothingness and the lull of melancholic debauchery; which suddenly arouse after blissful life,

It might have been to violently molest every ingredient of my unimpeachable virginity; with the acrimoniously fetid dagger-heads of garrulously rancid war,

It might have been to metamorphose every bit of pricelessly inimitable truth in my soul; into the most atrociously degradable mortuary of sinfully beheading lies,

It might have been to perpetually snap the fangs of my symbiotically enthralling existence; and then bawdily suck all lifeless blood from my veins to be the most sanctimoniously strongest organism alive,

And I really didn’t have the tiniest of insinuation as to what were your intentions everytime you opened your mouth for uttering my name; but believe me; everytime when you did actually whisper my name in your sensuously unparalleled voice; I felt the most pricelessly insuperable man alive; as if the most ultimate of Kings; on this unshakably limitless earth divine…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»As Important

 

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
disseminating flamboyant light all day to the
gruesomely staggering earth; for the Omnipotent Sun,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
tirelessly showering bountiful droplets of rain upon
dreadfully parched soil; for the voluptuously crimson
clouds,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
majestically oozing unfathomable tons of sparkling
honey with the exuberant breeze; for the boisterously
flirtatious honey bee,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
fulminating the inner most arenas of his heart and
soul into an unsurpassable valley of vivacious
graciousness; for the celestially wandering artist,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
replenishing itself with quintessentially ingratiating
droplets of water; for the traumatically agonized and
scorched throat,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
enchanting diffusing into an endless entrenchment of
astoundingly spell binding rhyme; for the melodiously
blessed nightingale,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
ubiquitously disseminating its scent of poignantly
handsome friendship; for the vibrantly ravishing and
eternally exotic rose,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
iridescently un unfurling into a river of mystically
milky pearls; for the gloriously regale and
fascinating stars,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
ubiquitously propagating the message of unconquerably
heavenly peace; for the harbingers of egalitarian
humanity,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
exultatingly jubilant and cardinally crimson blood;
for the intricately sensitive veins,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
intransigently fantasizing in the realms of fabulously
blessed paradise; for the walls of infinite infinity,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
towering as the most unparalleled conqueror; for the
irrevocably Herculean and invincibly supreme mountain
tips,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
fabulously disintegrating into a countless billion
pieces; for the tumultuously descending and poignantly
pristine avalanche,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
sporting an immaculate blanket of heavenly mesmerizing
fur; for the timelessly humble and innocent sheep,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
portraying an unequivocally candid reflection; for the
flamingly eloquent and scintillating mirror,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
gargantuan lakes of virgin water; for the impeccably
gliding and heavenly fish,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
romancing in inexorably wonderful titillation; for the
charismatically incarcerating eyelashes,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was the
art of culminating into rhythmically incanting sound;
for the rosily forked and fantastically tangy tongue,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was the
unfettered sailing on gigantically stormy ocean
waters; for the harmoniously crafted and brimming to
capacity; passenger ship,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was the
art of indispensably ardent sustenance; for the
miserably slavering beggar,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
unraveling into a tale of reinvigoratingly tangy froth
after clashing against the shores; for the
aristocratically undulating waves,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
tranquil waves of gregariously serene and rejuvenating
shade; for the preposterously dreary and horrifically
staggering traveler,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
boundless rivers of unblemished mother’s milk; for the
freshly born and divinely wailing infant,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
enthrallingly ecstatic rainbows to spawn up in the
oligarchic cosmos; after it rained euphorically under
the dazzlingly profound rays of the midday Sun,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was for
the spirit to holistically liberate from the
immaculate body; after veritably inevitable and
absolute death,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was tears
of happiness to flow after witnessing its departed
ones; for the wonderfully princely and emphatically
eclectic eye,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
bouncing in the aisles of uncontrollably uninhibited
and untamed mischief; for the incessantly winking
chimpanzee,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
wholesomely freeing every iota of his irrefutably
sacrosanct motherland; for the patriotically
unflinching and valiantly intrepid soldier,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was the
chapter of timelessly magnificent proliferation and
opalescently blossoming newness; for the Omnisciently
Almighty Lord,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was the
dance of perennial glory in torrentially seductive
rain; for the majestic winged and blissful peacock,

For me to bond with her was as important; as was
inhaling limitless gallons of effulgently Omnipotent
air; for the miserably impoverished and diminutive
nostril,

And for me to bond with her was as important; as was
unleashing into a Universe of unassailably immortal
love; for the passionately thundering and
compassionately honest heart…


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»As Long as

 

It was perfectly OK; even if you were profusely
fastidious about your food; wanted to eat the most
flirtatiously rubicund morsels of tantalizing fruit
before commencing every of your delectable meal,

It was perfectly OK; even if you were overwhelmingly
squeamish about the way you dressed; insatiably
desired to embellish your nimble countenance; with the
finest fraternity of regale silk that was found on the
rustic mountain sheep,

It was perfectly OK: even if you were unfathomably
obsessive about the things you liked and abominably
disliked; at times even waking a countless night on
the incessant trot; to heavenly placate even the most
infinitesimal of your desire,

It was perfectly OK: even if you euphorically danced
without the slightest rhyme or reason at the crackle
of voluptuous midnight; even as the world perpetually
snored in immutably forlorn unison,

O! Yes it was perfectly OK even if you executed the
most wildest of your idiosyncracies; as long as you
indefatigably proliferated God’s symbiotically
burgeoning living kind; as long as you invincibly
stood with every sect of humanity; till the time you
aristocratically emanated your very last breath….

1…..




It was perfectly OK: even if you assiduously clambered
fathomless nights on the trot; just to mischievously
roll every of your luridly beleaguered senses with the
ultimate epitome of the freezing Himalayas,

It was perfectly OK; even if you uninhibitedly rolled
through marshes of uncouthly untamed wilderness;
ardently scratching your frolicking flesh with every
conceivable thorn that lay; disdainfully sprawled in
vicinity,

It was perfectly OK; even if you unrelentingly chased
unruly dogs in fields of hay; jubilantly philandered
with chuckling hen as the Sun set in spell binding
harmony behind the mesmerizing hills,

It was perfectly OK; even if you sporadically nibbled
at chunks of obnoxiously worthless cheese like a new
born infant; although you had handsomely swept well
past the threshold of eclectic maturity; countless
years ago,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you exuded into
the most skittish of your tantrums left; right and
wayward center; as long as you perennially bonded with
God’s most Omnipotent spirit of love; gloriously
saluted every religion and color alike; as the
religion of divinely mankind…

2….

It was perfectly OK; even if you obsessively waited
for torrential drops of rain to thunderous rain to
pelt; sadly from the heart of a profanely cloudless
sky,

It was perfectly OK: even if you were the first
organism on this gargantuan planet to irately
soliloquize words grotesquely upside down; paving an
esoteric pathway of your very own; which had never
ever been replicated on this Universe before,

It was perfectly OK; even if you intransigently wanted
the most ephemeral beauty of this unsurpassably
unending cosmos before your impeccable eyes all the
time; timelessly basking in the glory of nothing else
but sensuously ingratiating graciousness,

It was perfectly OK; even if you uniquely chose to
transgress through the acridly flaming thorns of
truth; while the ostentatiously conventional society
danced in the aisles of horrifically derogatory
manipulation; outside,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you drifted every
aspect of your life towards the most unimaginable of
your whims; as long as you philanthropically mitigated
all vindictively assaulted humanity from graveyards of
depravation; as long as you made eternally everlasting
righteousness the sole mantra of your nimble
existence….

3….

It was perfectly OK; even if you ecstatically
rollicked in the lap of your revered mother; every
unraveling moment of the brilliantly stupendous day;
and each wind of the resplendently star studded night,

It was perfectly OK: even if you immutably plucked
stoical blades of lackadaisical grass all life;
intrepidly staring at phlegmatic puffs of robustly
emerald sky to victoriously rejoice,

It was perfectly OK; even if you erred more number of
times than you took quintessentially ravishing breath;
stuttering like a nonchalant skeleton on every
exuberant step that you lamely tread,

It was perfectly OK; even if you profoundly dedicated
infinite births of yours solely to the essence of
majestic artistry; although there was not an
inconspicuous penny in there; and as your robotically
mundane mates minted mines of imperially glittering
gold; outside,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you gyrated your
uninhibited countenance solely to the tunes of your
heart; mind; conscience and no one else; as long as
you patriotically dazzle into the rainbows of a
vibrantly optimistic tomorrow; as long as you liberate
every beat of your heart to love the atmosphere of
oneness; to love the atmosphere of Omnipresent human
kind….


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