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»A valiant seed

 

The seed sown in thick dark mud,
accompanies the soil with a slow thud.
blanket covers of soil provide it that salubrious
fertility,
piercing through a web of dramatic appearance,
which leads to the dynamic prone world,
giving boisterous and hearty feelings,
and leaving no trace of malice.
the seed comes pops out with sporadic bursts of
energy,
greeted by a sudden gush of blindness,
with the sun filtering straight through its eyes,
leaving possible autopsies underived.
obstacles engulf it from all quarters of land,
to subject it to a tough examination,
testing where it actually lies.
its appearance at maturity puristically flamboyant,
mighty storm winds strike it with rebellious force,
ultimately causing it to deteriorate,
fixing the humans on earth a new subsidized rate.


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»A wall of blackness- Our most sadistic savior

 

It was a wall of hopelessly crippling and deplorable blackness; a wall whose treacherous realms seemed to stretch to even an infinite kilometers beyond the realms of hopeless infinite infinity,

It was a wall of treacherously terrorizing and parasitic blackness; a wall whose foundations were indelibly soaked in unsurpassable mortuaries of pristinely innocuous blood,

It was a wall of tyrannically hedonistic and bigotic blackness; a wall whose cadaverously invidious dimensions couldn’t at all be measured; by any of the holistic living kind,

It was a wall of cynically mocking and crucifying blackness; a wall whose stench of disparagingly venomous lies; granted the most torturous of death; even at every exuberantly unfurling instant of life,

It was a wall of vindictively tawdry and sinful blackness; a wall which spelt devastatingly confounded misery; at every conceivable step that we alighted on the trajectory of spell binding earth,

It was a wall of traumatically inexplicable and prurient blackness; a wall which was infact the most veritably unfortunate staircase to the unstoppably massacring devil’s graveyard,

It was a wall of ignominiously slandering and victimizing blackness; a wall which asphyxiated us more and more lecherously towards penalizing stagnation; even as we were in the most enchanting prime of life,

It was a wall of indescribably silent and neglecting blackness; a wall which disassociated us in criminal entirety; from every tangible and intangible aspect of the symbiotic earth outside,

It was a wall of despondently livid and incarcerating blackness; a wall which led only to the coffins of the cancerously jinxed past; irrespective of the boundlessly bestowing virility trapped in our stride,

It was a wall of ominously abhorrent and abusive blackness; a wall which sealed even the most inconspicuously optimistic aperture of our life; with whiplashes of irrevocably hapless denial,

It was a wall of insidiously jailing and punitive blackness; a wall which indiscriminately bludgeoned even the last ounce of strength from our holistically effervescent veins,

It was a wall of despairingly delinquent and unsparing blackness; a wall which diabolically curtailed us from relishing even the most oblivious of pleasures on this fathomlessly enriching planet,

It was a wall of ghoulishly non-existent and ribald blackness; a wall which tirelessly pulverized us as a piece of excoriated shit; irrespective of our caste; creed; dignity; color or kind,

It was a wall of chauvinistically inflated and unending blackness; a wall which forever rendered us horribly maimed; and bereft of even the most infinitesimal enlightenment in the chapter of our truncated life,

It was a wall of doggedly dying and morbid blackness; a wall which cast its spell of intolerably strangulating evil upon every of our kind; irrespective of any ostensible reason or rhyme,

It was a wall of tirelessly frustrating and penalizing blackness; a wall which just couldn’t be felled by even the most perpetual force of righteousness or united might,

It was a wall of maliciously demeaning and spurious blackness; a wall which made us feel like frigidly deteriorating matchsticks; on the firmament of this boundlessly benign Universe,

It was a wall of truculently fetid and never-ending blackness; a wall which fomented us to horrendously stumble and falter; even on the most infallibly unflinching footsteps of life,

It was a wall of brutally tormenting and devilish blackness; a wall which no fraternity of the living race on planet divine; could ever tolerate even for lightening fractions of time; and which we were gifted with for the remainder of our lives,

It was a wall of disgustingly ghastly and unforgiving blackness; a wall which made us at times lose our faith in the Omnipresent Almighty; wholesomely drowned and wavering in a sea of despairing darkness,





It was a wall of blackness which didn’t spare us the slightest at even the most ultimate breath of our lives; it was a wall of blackness which was our irrefutably unconquerable destiny irrespective of what the lines on our palms otherwise said; it was such a wall of blackness which would perpetually stay with us as our most sadistic savior as we were born blind; and to break even an obfuscated portion of it we desperately needed eyesight; which we would never ever get in the destined tenure of our utterly devastated lifetime….

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»A whole new chapter

 

Every day as you arose at the crackle of mesmerizing dawn; you
blossomed
into celestial freshness; wholesomely shirking the hideously monstrous
monotony of the previous bedraggled day,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of blissful dawn; you
wholeheartedly
smiled the smile of your life; as the Omnipotently golden rays of the
Sun
smooched you in euphoric entirety,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of enchanting dawn; you became
oblivious to the treacherously barbarous tyrannies meted upon you; as
even
the most infinitesimally inane of your senses completely coalesced with
the
panoramic mists of mother nature,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of effulgent dawn; you insatiably
urged to defecate your miserably asphyxiated bowels; mollify your
bereaved
stomach with delectably fresh fruit and sparkling water,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of rhapsodic dawn; you devoutly
resolved never to repeat your mistakes of the past; astoundingly train
every
of your delinquent nerve; to perennially surge forward to eternal
success,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of bountiful dawn; you profoundly
reminisced new memories of your majestically uninhibited childhood;
when you
cared a damn about this manipulative planet; compassionately suckling
in the
lap of your heavenly mother,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of victorious dawn; you chalked
out
countless distinct strategies to irrefutably vanquish the
indiscriminately
rampaging devil; inexhaustibly striving for complete freedom of your
mind;
body and soul,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of poignant dawn; you found the
intensity of scarlet blood in your veins more profuse than ever; to
holistically survive in times that were good as well as diabolically
bad,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of Omniscient dawn; you felt an
inexorable fervor to discover encapsulating every cranny of your
persona;
alleviating you from the most severest of your wanton depression; into
the
aisles of timeless proliferation,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of emollient dawn; you
uninhibitedly
danced with passionately enthralling ardor; letting every egregiously
trapped staleness of your countenance; freely cascade out as
beautifully
fragrant sweat,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of philanthropic dawn; you found
a
boundless array of never-before flavors titillate the buds of your
disparagingly emaciated tongue,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of immaculate dawn; you
tirelessly
danced the whites and blacks of your emphatically crystalline eyes; to
the
magically unfurling beams of the pristinely whistling atmosphere,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of regale dawn; you flirted with
an
unfathomable ocean of supreme sensuality; playing hide-n-seek with the
evanescently crimson beams of the new-born Sun,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of mystical dawn; you unraveled
the
mortifying introvert in you to the most unprecedented of your capacity;
peerlessly blazing in the untamed ardor of intrepidly unflinching life,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of jingling dawn; you tread your
nimble foot more solidly on earth; more and more invincibly embedding
your
inimitable rudiments on the landscape of the fathomless globe,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivacious dawn; you abdicated
all
your baseless nervousness; scintillated like a true warrior to defend
your
maliciously usurped and pricelessly venerated motherland,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of titillating dawn; you felt
every
pore of your fecklessly limpid skin; intransigently desirous of being
mischievously tickled by the winds of miraculously never-ending
procreation,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of ecstatic dawn; you felt more
closer
and closer to your impressions on sacred soil; unrelentingly
fantasizing
about that moment in which was born your very first ancestor,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivid dawn; you obeisantly
surrendered even the most diminutive of your breath to the
unconquerable
illumination of the Sun; letting it weave a whole new chapter of your
enrapturing existence,


And still some of you had the guts to say that each new day was
fretfully
boring; each new day had nothing to offer which revolutionary new; each
new
day brought you closer to your death; each day was just like and
nothing but
a pathetic facsimile of the very previous day!


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»A world of united existence

 

When I wasn’t looking at her ravishingly tantalizing
hair; the vivaciously marvelous strands of silk on her
priceless scalp; that royally swayed with the
grandiloquent breeze,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
profusely admired her sacrosanct forehead; the
irrefutably indefatigable creases of determination;
that euphorically sprawled all over…

When I wasn’t looking at her majestically sculptured
forehead; the princely way in which it drifted with
the enchantingly satiny winds,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
ecstatically admired her piquantly poignant nose; the
stupendous exhilaration that she miraculously
generated; with every exotic breath of hers….

When I wasn’t looking at her boisterously pristine
nose; the impeccably charming embellishments of
bountiful beauty; that it had inherently adorned,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
unfathomably admired her voluptuously tantalizing
lips; the infernos of untamed desire that she
triggered; with just a single kiss….

When I wasn’t looking at her incredulously seductive
lips; the cloud of relentless fascination that they
weaved; on even the most dolorously languid winds of
the atmosphere that they caressed,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
intransigently admired her wonderfully blushing
cheeks; the crimson streaks of celestial passion that
they transited into; with just a single run my groping
fingers….

When I wasn’t looking at her marvelously aristocratic
cheeks; the overwhelmingly scarlet tinges of innocence
embedded within; that unequivocally made her the most
beautiful woman on this Universe,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
intractably admired her beautifully immaculate neck;
the extraordinarily sensuous wave of imagination that
enveloped her Omniscient grace; from all sides…

When I wasn’t looking at her blissfully ingratiating
neck; the magnetically queenly charisma that
fabulously wafted; every time she delectably
maneuvered it; to the tunes of the ebulliently
cascading rain,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
uninhibitedly admired her divinely Omnipotent chest;
the unflinching thunderbolts of patriotism in her
nimble visage; to wholesomely free her murderously
besieged motherland…..

When I wasn’t looking at her handsomely exotic chest;
the oceans of charismatically unending intrigue that
overwhelmingly radiated; from her innocently untainted
countenance,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
irrevocably admired her tantalizingly rhetoric belly;
as she compassionately gyrated it till times
immemorial; under the alluringly pearly beams of
resplendent moonlight….

When I wasn’t looking at her unsurpassably titillating
belly; the unstoppable sparks of vibrant electricity
emanating; that profoundly enlightened even the most
the remorseful of morbid graves,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
incessantly admired her philanthropically heavenly
palms; the unprecedented reservoir of gorgeous destiny
lines encapsulated inside; that formidably evolved
every aspect of my impoverished existence….

When I wasn’t looking at her sagaciously candid palms;
the fathomless sea of sparkling humanity; that they
altruistically disseminated for centuries immemorial;
and every time this earth was born,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
exuberantly admired her scintillatingly Godly feet;
the unshakably glittering path of humanitarian
righteousness that they spawned; on every squalid
patch of earth they tread….

And when I wasn’t looking at her miraculously
ubiquitous feet and any element of her demeanor at
all; the astronomical benevolence that diffused
magically; in every scented word that she spoke,
Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still
immortally admired her gloriously Omnipresent
reflections of unassailable love; her unconquerable
fragrance of mankind; that eternally transpired the
entire planet; towards a township of endless beauty;
towards a world of united existence….



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»A writer is never unemployed

 

A needle is never soft; pierces the elastic periphery
of the bombastically inflated balloon with a
thunderous bang,

A tree is never symmetrical; has branches of all
dimensions and sizes dangling from its severely
corrugated body,

A fire is never cold; sizzles the mockingly cold night
with its festoon of hostile of rays,

An ice is never solid; metamorphoses itself at
astounding speeds into a stream of cold water when
caressed by the slightest of heat,

A rose is never stinking; inundates the barren and
profoundly gloomy surrounding with the tantalizing
aroma wafting unequivocally from its crimson body,

A bird is never walking for long miles on the ground;
leans overwhelmingly on its pair of flamboyant wings
to impart it with that delectable flight,

A diamond is never dull; punctures the eyes of even
the blind with its glitter and scintillating shine,

A mushroom is never clean; extrudes disdainfully from
the jungle with tufts of incorrigible dirt; loose
specks of worm and deplorable soil,

A demon is never sweet; devours millions of innocent
in the swirl of its insatiable desire which never dies
or subsides,

A potbellied tortoise is never fast; crawls
painstakingly through the leafy meadows chewing grass;
while its counterparts execute several rounds of the
finishing line,

A man eater leopard is never vegetarian; has an
unrelenting zeal for flesh engulfing him every minute;
after once relishing the taste of human blood,

A frog is never beautiful; spending its entire life in
boundlessly deep interiors of the sordid well; having
its coat enveloped with garbage and obnoxious slime,

A scorpion is never innocuous; ardently awaiting to
strike its venomous fangs any minute into impetuously
innocent flesh wandering unsuspectingly,

A fired bullet is never harmless; as even though it
might miss its intended target; it nevertheless
ricochets against impeccable wildlife,

A Kangaroo is never slow; bounces several strides at a
time; even while harboring clusters of immaculate
babies in its bulging belly,

A cow is never unholy; generates new life in all those
who consume its supremely sacrosanct and salubrious
milk,

A heart is never silent while it lives; palpitates
tumultuously inside the chest; increasing its pace to
unsurpassable limits after sighting the love of its
life,

A breath is never dry; besieges the atmosphere around
with Herculean loads of compassionate fervor; triggers
the body every minute to run and live,

A life is never disciplined; replete with ups and
downs that encompass an entity unsparingly every
second; irrespective of the color he possesses or the
religion he believes in,

A mother is never cruel to her child; no matter how
much the infant cries and kicks her incessantly with
its feet,

And a writer is never unemployed; although he might
not go to conventional office from 9 in the morning to
an exact 10 in the night; yet the fantasies he evolved
impregnated new hope and charm; in millions others who
monotonously survived….




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»A writer without a pen

 

A writer without a pen; is like a dog deprived of its
magnanimously furry
tail,
A writer without a pen; is like the jungle woodpecker
without a beak,
A writer without a pen; is like a musician without a
melodious voice,
A writer without a pen; is like a cluster of fish
deprived of saline water,
A writer without a pen; is like the celestial body of
sun bereft of brilliant
rays,
A writer without a pen; is like the colossal persona
of blackboard without
colored chalk,
A writer without a pen; is like the desert without
astronomical amounts of
scorched sand,
A writer without a pen; is like the cow stripped of
its angular horn,
A writer without a pen; is like the exquisite sedan
divested of aromatic
fuel,
A writer without a pen; is like a red ant without its
poignant sting,
A writer without a pen; is like a well laid concrete
road without congested
traffic,
A writer without a pen; is like a bird without its
pair of indispensable
wings,
A writer without a pen; is like warm quilt without
stuffing if wool,
A writer without a pen; is like a grandiloquent chess
board without carved
pieces,
A writer without a pen; is like a wrestler without
bulging muscles,
A writer without a pen; is like a computer without a
plethora of programmed
chips,
A writer without a pen; is like the scintillating
sword without a sharp edge,
A writer without a pen; is like a rustic panther
without its vociferous
growl,
A writer without a pen; is like an oyster without
immaculate pearl,
A writer without a pen; is like the preposterously
huge blue whale without
teeth,
A writer without a pen; is like black thunderous
clouds in the cosmos without
pelting rain,
A writer without a pen; is like sticky puddles of glue
without adhesive
power,
A writer without a pen; is like a bank vault without
crisp notes of currency,
A writer without a pen; is like the sacrosanct bible
without umpteenth
parables of holy literature,
A writer without a pen; is like man existing on earth
without mystical traces
of love,
Therefore it is my vehement plea to all writers
treading on the soil of this
earth,
Lift the contraption of pen and ink in your
philanthropic hands,
Voraciously inundate blank sheets of paper; with
infinite lines of
effusive literature,
Thereby portraying the power of your thoughts;
transmitted with great efficacy
by the innocuous pen.


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»Abbrevatious Blood

 

The conspicuous blood dropp of a wounded man,
Can never fill the brim of an eccentric CAN.
That molecule of indispensable thought,
Has occasionally brought misery; but broth.
When one roams in this dark world of massacre and pain,
He can conquer everything except mercenary gain.
And when comes the real violent flood,
It leaves behind thick greasy blood,
Thoroughly soaking the surface of parched earth,
To give a vindictive human race birth.




© nikhilparekh
 
»ABCD

 

To learn the abcd of spell bindingly tangy salt; I
went into the heart of ravishingly undulating and
frostily untainted; ocean,

To learn the abcd of tantalizing mysteriousness; I
strolled through the aisles of the stupendously
resplendent and profoundly moonlit; forest,

To learn the abcd of unequivocal uninhibitedness; I
stood under the torrentially untamed downpour of
pricelessly golden and fantastically untainted; rain,

To learn the abcd of symbiotic simplicity; I went to
blissfully admire the magnanimously rejuvenating
shadows of the royally invincible and benevolently
burgeoning; tree,

To learn the abcd of exotically entrenching
timelessness; I sailed through the bountifully silken
and fathomlessly everlasting; sky,

To learn the abcd of celestially jingling happiness; I
went to the vivacious canvas of the supremely
dexterous and unbelievably handsome; rainbow,

To learn the abcd of peerlessly unflinching
invincibility; I went to the brilliantly flamboyant
epitome of the indomitably unshakable and insuperably
united; mountain of mankind,

To learn the abcd of pristinely innocuous
boisterousness; I went to the hives of the raucously
swarming and indefatigably buzzing; bees,

To learn the abcd of quintessentially construable
English; I punctiliously flipped through the pages of
the colossally informative and incredulously eclectic;
dictionary,

To learn the abcd of mellifluously heavenly music; I
went to the impeccable nest of the divinely blessed
and ubiquitously inimitable; nightingale,

To learn the abcd of astoundingly vivid imitation; I
went to the cage of the miraculously sensitive and
timelessly ecstatic; parrot,

To learn the abcd of unrestrictedly eternal mischief;
I went to the cradle of the blissfully bouncing and
perennially suckling; infant,

To learn the abcd of splendidly arcane uncanniness; I
went to the den of the regally hissing and poignantly
provoked; serpent,

To learn the abcd of supremely reinvigorating
freshness; I frequented the perpetual cascade of the
emolliently embellished and resplendently rhapsodic;
waterfall,

To learn the abcd of blazingly insuperable patriotism;
I spent time with the immortally felicitated and
fearlessly altruistic; soldier,

To learn the abcd of supremely unhindered compassion;
I profusely drowned myself into the selflessly
Omnipotent and bountifully heavenly; lap of my revered
mother,

To learn the abcd of scientifically revolutionary
healing; I went to the beamingly humanitarian and
blessedly versatile; doctor,

But in order to learn the abcd of Immortal Love
neither did I go anywhere; neither did I browse
through the most gigantic of textbooks to sagaciously
discern; as the beats from my heart inevitably leapt
out in the planet since the very first cry of my
birth; to forever bond with the goddess they already
knew since an infinite previous births; to forever be
possessed by that goddess till even infinite births
even after; this earth ceased to throb and exist…

©COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS
RESERVED.
 
»Abortion- The greatest sin

 

Abortion. A word that brutally devastates the heart of spell binding
imagination; casting a spell of irrevocably endless gloom upon every
iota of
exhilarating freshness in the atmosphere,

Abortion. A word that is indescribably gory to the most unprecedented
limits; dismally silencing priceless life; even before it could take
construable roots,

Abortion. A word that profanely imperils god’s most sacrosanct chapter
of
proliferation; horrifically assassinating the rainbows of profound
exuberance in life’s mystical swirl,

Abortion. A word that perpetuates deliriously ghastly abhorrence
amongst all
caste; creed and tribe alike; sinfully asphyxiating the mantra of
innocuous
existence,

Abortion. A word that indefatigably rots in the aisles of murderously
cold-blooded hell; snaps every ounce of Samaritan brotherhood from
boundlessly bountiful civilizations,

Abortion. A word that decimates even the most unassailable flag of
victory
to dastardly ash; hedonistically rebels against the Omnipresent
Almighty
Lord; evoking the most angriest moments from emollient heaven,

Abortion. A word that sends vindictively decrepit chills down till the
very
last bone of the spine; an unforgivable crime for which even the
greatest of
God’s couldn’t grant you reprieve,

Abortion. A word that treacherously jeopardizes holistically burgeoning
sanctity; indiscriminately pulverizes stupendously benign goodness to
the
infinitesimally worthless devil’s workshop,

Abortion. A word that foments dolorous discontentment since the very
first
shimmer of majestically enchanting dawn; metamorphosing every
ingredient of
poignantly scarlet blood in the body; to ghoulishly amorphous and
heartless
shit,

Abortion. A word that salaciously reverberates with unsolicited
prejudice;
baselessly penalizing the fabric of existence; to mollify meaningless
idiosyncrasies of pompously tawdry human beings,

Abortion. A word that pronounces intransigently cannibalistic
mercilessness;
till the time this earth existed and even beyond,

Abortion. A word that disintegrates into countless fragments of inane
worthlessness; diffusing nothing but preposterously unwarranted fear;
even
amidst the most perpetually deadened of graves,

Abortion. A word that is the most cadaverous of invective upon God’s
paradise of wonderfully symbiotic creation; diabolically squelching the
essence of compassionately synergistic togetherness into mists of
perfidiously vanishing desolation,

Abortion. A word that wretchedly penalizes the freshly evolving for
ostensibly no fault of theirs; a mortuary of endless decay and wicked
diabolism,

Abortion. A word that swipes the uninhibitedly everlasting freedom to
live
and breathe; torturing the naturally harmonious body to the most
bizarrely
unprecedented limits,

Abortion. A word that propagates nothing but a disease more truculently
debilitating than atrocious cancer; ruthlessly killing the effulgent
spirit
of holistic survival,

Abortion. A word that not only sucks blessed blood from organisms
alive; but
tirelessly relishes it; smacking its tyrannical lips in unfathomable
contentment,

Abortion. A word that just wasn’t there in the dictionary of the God’s;
a
word so deadly that even the most victimizing of hell’s trembled to
harbor
in their sinful repertoire,

Abortion. A word that some females succumbed to today; just to maintain
the
trim silhouettes of their non-existent stomachs; just to expend more
time
with the bombastically bawdy high society; just to carve a flamboyantly
artificial integrity for themselves in the uxoriously dogmatic
professional
world; although they very well knew that it would be the greatest sin
that
they would ever commit not only for this birth; but for an infinite
more
births of theirs; even after the planet had ceased to exist…


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»Absolutely useless

 

TO QUENCH A scorched travelers thirst; all that was required was a tiny well with sparkling water,
The entire ocean with its boundless number of volcanic waves; the infinite assemblage of salty liquid proved to be absolutely useless.


To appease a famished beggars hunger; all that was required was the minuscule little cluster of appetizing cherries,
The entire tree with its innumerable branches; the tons of green foliage protruding out in surplus abundance from towering heights; proved to be absolutely useless.


To construct an impoverished man's dwelling; all that was required was frugal chunks of earth scattered around the placid pond,
The entire desert with its unfathomable territory of sand; the countless billions of slippery granules impregnated in its heart; proved to be absolutely useless.


To pacify the infants incessant crying; all that was required was the passionate embrace of the holy mother,
The entire armory of traditionally embellished attendants; the toys worth millions of rupees from every part of the continent; proved to be absolutely useless.


To provide rest to a priest having walked unrelentingly since the last 10 days; all that was required a clean slab of stone; with rustic chirping of the sparrows putting him to eternal rest,
The entire palace; adorned with a festoon of ostentatious lights; golden couches sprawling all around; proved to be absolutely useless.


To illuminate the life of a blind man; was just a shoulder he could lean upon; share his inconsolable tale of bizarre distress,
The entire street flooded with brilliant lights; dazzling flames of ferocious fire escalating high towards the sky; to be absolutely useless.

To add a smile to the life of a bird; all that was required was to leave it in free space; where it could soar high and handsome under the blanket of stars and moon,
The entire zoo with silver cages; the contemporary shelter enveloped with chains; proved to be absolutely useless.


To trigger off enormous jubilation in the eyes of the dog; engender its tail to unceasingly wag; all that was required was to place its master in front of his body,
The entire dungeon stashed with biscuits of gold; the colossal pile of shimmering bones lined with meat; proved to be absolutely useless.


To satisfy the last desire of a dying man; with his breath being limited only to a few more seconds; all that was required was his loved ones engulfing him and supporting him from all sides,
The entire reception to felicitate him for his life time achievements; the grandiloquent extravaganza with stringent music blaring in his respect; proved to be absolutely useless.


And to make me live; blissfully exist on the surface of this earth; all that was required was the captivating perception of my omnipotent God; the unprejudiced and revered face of my mother; and the flames of sizzling romance emanating from the body of my beloved,
The entire Universe with its riches; the fascinating and marvelous scenery it had to offer; the flamboyantly sculptured jets transporting me virtually to even the remotest part of the jungles; proved to be absolutely useless…


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