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»All of her

 

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her ravishingly ecstatic eyelashes; or her vivaciously brazen hair; which timelessly blew towards the eternally blissful cosmos?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her seductively redolent lips; or her philanthropically altruistic palms; which tirelessly disseminated the essence of unprejudiced humanity?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her enigmatically enamoring destiny lines; or her intrepidly dancing feet; which tirelessly bustled with the spell-binding chimes of life?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her piquantly discerning nose; or her merrily flapping ears; which were astoundingly sensitive to even the most infinitesimal whisper of sound?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her selflessly symbiotic veins; or her fearlessly indomitable bones; which weathered even the most sadistically ghastliest of attack?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her indefatigably innovative brain; or her majestically dimpled chin; which timelessly radiated into an unparalleled gorge of invincible pricelessness?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her unabashedly artistic fingers; or her unconquerably golden perspiration; which limitlessly wafted solely the fragrance of divine righteousness?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her sensuously inebriating nape; or her jubilantly chattering tongue; which reverberated to an infinite tunes of ebulliently victorious existence?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her voluptuously nubile skin; or her impeccably sparkling teeth; which masticated not even an infidel iota more than what was profoundly necessary?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her mischievously uninhibited nails; or her unsurpassably enchanting voice; which perennially silenced even the most hedonistically vindictive of maelstroms?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her unfathomably bewitching footsteps; or her lusciously bewildering lips; which ignited insuperably undying fires even in the most hopelessly deadened of waters?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her undauntedly philanthropic chest; or her royally peerless blood; which perpetually diffused the religion of unassailable humanity; in every quarter of this fathomless Universe?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her inimitably proliferating virility; or her triumphantly dancing Adams apple; which triggered unlimited rivulets of mysticism; in even the most tyrannically robotic heartlessness?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her wonderfully tantalizing belly; or her compassionately untainted bosom; which altruistically imparted warmth to every haplessly dying organism?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her victoriously sacrosanct forehead; or her inscrutably tingling shadow; which perpetuated the brain to fathom beyond the realms of infinite infinity?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her effervescently beaming cheeks; or her impeccably undefeated signature; which unceasingly transcended over every trace of the hedonistically devouring devil?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her daintily silken toes; or her emphatically passionate eyes; which harbored unprecedented empathy in them; for every tangible echelon of benign living kind?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her magnetically electric spine; or her fierily unbridled breath; which timelessly nourished the fabric of this enchanting Universe; with the unshakable spirit of humanity?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her beautifully ecstatic saliva; or her ardently throbbing heart; which radiated nothing else but the beats of immortal love; to every perceivable cranny of this unending Universe?

Well I would neither choose this nor choose that; overwhelmingly differentiating and giving more importance to one part of her bountifully venerated body over another; instead I would perpetually and unabashedly choose every part of her stupendously virile form; perpetually choose ALL OF HER…

©®COPYRIGHT-2005, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»All that I could ever dream of

 

When I lived in the beer bottle; all that I could ever
dream of was an ocean of inebriating alcohol; streams
of frothy booze putting me to everlasting sleep,

When I lived in the conventional television; all that
I could ever dream was a myriad of sleazy characters;
uttering a festoon of ostentatious dialogues; trying
their best to trigger the gloomy audience into
hilarious smiles,

When I lived on the pugnacious fire body of the
blazing Sun; all that I could ever dream of was
unprecedented heat; sizzling rays of golden light
stringently entrenching every iota of my skin,

When I lived in the refrigerator; all that I could
ever dream of was frozen crusts of white ice; silver
streams of chilled liquid cascading down painstakingly
over my naked chest,

When I lived in the steep well; all that I could ever
dream of was morbid darkness; the slime coated frog
bouncing euphorically; flooding the solitary ambience
around with its discordant croaks,

When I lived in the birds nest; all that I could ever
dream of was a cocoon of shimmering white eggs; pairs
of innocuous young fledglings squealing ecstatically
in new born life,

When I lived in the ocean; all that I could ever dream
of was gargantuan loads of salt and frothy spray;
scores of delectable fish gliding vivaciously gliding
past my nose; spreading unfathomable waves of fantasy
in my heart,
When I lived in the veins; all that I could ever dream
of was crimson blood; gushing in sheer rhapsody
through the conglomerate of tender bone and dainty
flesh,

When I lived in the country gutter; all that I could
ever dream of was fetid sewage; the horrendously
obnoxious stench of decaying garbage infiltrating
every instant in my nose,

When I lived in the deserts; all that I could ever
dream of was unsurpassable territories of sweltering
hot sands; the belligerent thorns of cactus staring in
animosity at the travelers who traversed by,

When I lived in the handle of the gleaming butcher
knife; all that I could ever dream of was the
merciless assassination of several innocent sheep;
shearing apart their succulent body in order to
appease the demons gluttony,

When I lived in the fields of fathomless cotton; all
that I could ever dream of was immaculate pieces of
silken cloth; an infinite ensemble of gaudy cloth hung
tantalizingly in the showrooms,

When I lived in the voluptuous coagulation of ominous
black clouds; all that I could ever dream of was
tumultuous streaks of thunder lightening; ferocious
droplets of sparkling rain pelting incessantly on the
trajectory of this earth,

When I lived in the pristine oyster; all that I could
ever dream of was the boundless assembly of glowing
pearls; the exorbitant opulence and glamour
encapsulating the neck of every princess,

When I lived in the scalp; all that I could ever dream
of tons of animated hair drifting in the direction of
the breeze; incomprehensible granules of disdainful
dandruff feasting merrily on the skull,

When I lived in raw mud; all that I could ever dream
of was clusters of grass sprouting out in rampant
tandem; the hideous snakes and worms crawling
furtively into their respective burrows at night,

When I lived in the automobile tyre; all that I could
ever dream of was several bellows of freshly trapped
air; electric speeds enveloping me every second as the
car galloped into the jagged necklace of hills,

When I lived in the lap of my mother; all that I could
ever dream of was my nostalgic childhood; the moments
of inexorable mischief that I had executed while
pulling her nose; incorrigibly refraining to study
when she scolded me,

When I lived in the Omnipotent statue of the Almighty
creator; all that I could ever dream of was the entire
Universe; the magnificent beauty that he had evolved
to admire; the astounding prowess that he had endowed
upon every human being to create an entity possessing
his own blood,

And when I lived in the heart of my beloved; all that
I could ever dream was pure love; drowning in the
aisles of her ravishing romance; blending my
impoverished soul in the stream of her passionate
breath to exist blissfully in this life; as well as
many more lives to come…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»All that I wanted to see

 

All that the fish wanted to see; was a colossal
assemblage of salty water inundated with a flurry of
undulating and tangy waves,

All that the bird wanted to see; was the gigantic
expanse of blue sky packed with an voluptuous ensemble
of misty clouds,

All that the crocodile wanted to see; was disdainfully
garbled slurry of mud; a profoundly sticky track on
which people slipped even before they could have
walked,

All that the rat wanted to see; was a tunnel engulfed
with perennial darkness; a pile blended with sewage;
cheese and garbage lying scattered on the streets,

All that the mountain summit wanted to see; was a
festoon of ominous clouds; with sometimes glimpses of
brilliantly sizzling hot sunshine,

All that the carrot wanted to see; was a blanket of
clammy mud; varied piles of debris coalesced perfectly
with soil,

All that the miserly caterpillar wanted see; was a
trail of fresh farm crops; sprouting in splendid
harmony on farm land; for it to nibble and chew,

All that the ducks wanted see; was placid pools of
water around; an enchanting serenity lingering
profusely in the atmosphere,

All that a starved dog wanted see; was a meaty piece
of bone; crumbs of delicious bread left inadvertently
on the bakery window,
All that the lizard wanted see; was a battalion of
slimy insects pertinently hovering around the
artificially dingy and dim light,

All that the mighty elephant wanted to see; was a
stream of exotic water; which it could splash with
heavenly strokes of its trunk on its parched body,

All that the bull wanted to see; was a fiery red
cloth; evoking it to ferociously charge and wade
forward unrelentingly,

All that the deserts wanted to see; was thunderous
cloudbursts of rain; gargantuan droplets of water
majestically caressing their brutally scorched
demeanor,

All that the spider wanted to see; was a valley of
silken thread; on which it could rampantly philander
and dance under enchanting beams of moonlight,

All that the shivering skin wanted to see; was
compassionate rolls of furry cloth; lanky strands of
resilient fabric which would protect it from austerely
chilly winds of winter,

All that the blinded eye wanted to see; was the faces
of the ones around who stood by it in times of
inexplicable distress; the sacrosanct palms of the
mother who gave it birth,

All that the mind wanted to see; was the mesmerizing
beauty of this boundless Universe; the stupendously
vivacious traces of life that existed in bountiful on
this fathomless planet,

All that the vividly striped peacock wanted to see;
was royally oligarchic sunset blended astoundingly
with frugal globules of rain; fomenting it to spread
its wings to a full blossom under the sky,
All that the fleet of irascibly loitering mosquitoes
wanted to see; was supple and succulent pockets of
ripe skin; inevitably inviting them to perch upon and
suckle blood to their hearts content,

All that the badly tied stomach wanted to see; was
heaps of appetizing food; transiting it into waves of
tumultuous rhapsody and uncontrollable euphoria,

All that the dilapidated dungeons wanted to see; was
mammoth boxes of scintillating diamonds and silver
permeating their eerie dark and profound gloominess,

All that the elderly grandparents wanted to see; was
their little children bouncing with ebullience and
fresh signs of robust life,

All that the burnt tongue wanted to see; was
tantalizingly pulverized white slabs of freezing ice,

All that the overwhelmingly feverish body wanted to
see; was stringent cabinets replete with powerful
antiseptic; magically healing its gruesomely ailing
parts,

All that the Creator wanted to see; was the earth that
he had evolved blissfully functioning; human beings of
each race and fraternity embracing each other in the
spirit of unbiased brotherhood,

And all that I wanted to see; was her ravishing form
every second; every minute; every hour; every day;
every fortnight; every year; for countless more
centuries and births to unveil….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»All that was needed

 

To fill in the crevices of fathomlessly barren sky;
all that was needed was an unfathomable conglomerate
of ravishingly crimson clouds,

To fill in the crevices of the gigantically corrugated
mountain; all that was needed was a fragrant
concoction of freshly mesmerizing mud,

To fill in the crevices of the baselessly empty hive;
all that was needed was a spell binding waterfall of
poignantly harmonious honey,

To fill in the crevices of the lackadaisically sultry
edifice; all that was needed was a stream of
sparklingly harmonious and rich cement,

To fill in the crevices of meaninglessly insidious
lies; all that was needed was the Omnipotently flaming
Sun of irrefutable truth,

To fill in the crevices of horrifically debilitating
weakness; all that was needed was an inferno of
timelessly unassailable strength,

To fill in the crevices of the drearily hollow pen;
all that was needed was a gloriously sapphire fountain
of artistically aristocratic ink,

To fill in the crevices of the disastrously broken
friendship; all that was needed was a perpetually
unshakable bond of unflinching trust,

To fill in the crevices of traumatically bizarre
agony; all that was needed was an unsurpassable river
of everlastingly triumphant happiness,

To fill in the crevices of devastatingly gory
bloodshed; all that was needed was a boundless sky of
unbreakably scintillating unity,

To fill in the crevices of inexplicably miserable
disease; all that was needed was the mantra of
eternally celestial compassion,

To fill in the crevices of the truculently scorching
desert; all that was needed was bountiful droplets of
enchantingly sparkling rain,

To fill in the crevices of the forlornly decaying
tree; all that was needed was a flirtatiously
frolicking horde of innocuously bushy squirrels,

To fill in the crevices of agonizingly bereaved
humanity; all that was needed was an invincible
entrenchment of beautifully Omniscient togetherness,

To fill in the crevices of abominably abhorrent
prejudice; all that was needed was a unendingly silken
fabric of symbiotic existence,

To fill in the crevices of the disparagingly blinded
eye; all that was needed was a mirror of unequivocally
priceless sight,

To fill in the crevices of the haplessly shattered
bone; all that was needed was an impregnable fortress
of holistically resilient calcium,

To fill in the crevices of the worthlessly deadened
nostril; all that was needed was a mystically
enlightening forest of Omnipresent breath,

To fill in the crevices of the ominously besieged
conscience; all that was needed was an Omnipotently
blazing arrow of undefeatable truth,

And to fill in the crevices of the pathetically
shattered and broken heart; all that was needed was a
limitless reservoir of love; love and only
miraculously heavenly love…..




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»All that we could do

 

The color of her impeccably radiant eyes had already
formed in the womb; with even the most intricately
poignant of their shades having taken irrefutably
consolidated proportions,
All that we could do was profusely embellish them with
the astronomical beauty of this gargantuan Universe;
inculcating in them profound empathy towards the
religion of humanity….


The shape of her immaculately divine fingers had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
infinitesimal of nails sprouting up holistically from
the nimble edges,
All that we could do was poignantly paint them with
the stupendous charisma of this spell binding
Universe; impregnate in them the solidarity to
confront even the most acrimonious of impediments that
dared come their way…..

The contours of her amiably princely lips had already
formed in the womb; with even the most capriciously
evanescent tinges of red piquantly reflecting at her
innocuous birth,
All that we could do was indefatigably make them
smile; triumphantly caress all bountifully heavenly
goodness; that sumptuously encapsulated the enchanting
atmosphere…..

The pristine curvatures of her resplendent feet had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
sensitively pointed of her toes taking wholesome
proportions,
All that we could do was Omnisciently maneuver them
towards the path of scintillating righteousness;
teaching her to traverse shoulder to shoulder; with
all mankind; one and ubiquitously alike…..

The complexion of her robustly blossoming skin had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
inconspicuously enamoring of her dimples glistening
like fireballs of the Sun; as the emanated her first
breath,
All that we could do was perpetually ensure that it
remained untainted like that for times immemorial;
timelessly enshroud her cheeks with all gregarious
benevolence that uninhibitedly floated in the
atmosphere….

The cadence of her emphatically unblemished voice had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
incoherently inherent of her expressions magically
visible; as she winked open her eyes to salvage the
first sights of this planet,
All that we could do was pragmatically teach her to
use it for philanthropic humanity; disseminate its
ingratiatingly vibrant melody; to each quarter of this
Universe enveloped with bizarre solitude….

The trajectory of her immaculately godly ears had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
inaudible nerves of her lobes; miraculously visible as
she gyrated in her cradle to the first sounds of this
globe,
All that we could do was perennially ensure that even
the slightest trace of diabolism stayed infinite
kilometers from her impeccable visage; and all that
she could ever hear was the tunes of beautifully
egalitarian mankind….

The lines on her Omnipresently innocent palms had
already formed in the womb; with even the most
ethereal insinuations in her life explicitly
highlighted; as she ecstatically bounced in the lap of
her grandmother,
All that we could do was celestially drift her towards
the lanes of unprejudiced righteousness; evolve her
into being the ultimate messiah of all disastrously
anguished humanity….

And the rhythm of her heavenly heartbeats had already
formed in the womb; with even the most tiny
palpitations of her chest throbbing with effervescent
intensity; as she diffused her very first breath,
All that we could do was unassailably embody them with
the spirit of immortal love; unequivocally ensure that
they coalesced with nothing else but sparkling truth
till the time they lived; and even countless births
that they exuberantly took life once again;
thereafter….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»All we had to do

 

In order to walk; all we had to do was to coherently use our feet and
march
forward,

In order to write; all we had to do was to hoist the pen; and then
nimbly rub
its nib against bonded paper,

In order to sleep; all we had to do was shut our eyes; thereby
obfuscating
ourselves completely from bright light,

In order to talk; all we had to do was open our mouth; then
articulately
reverberate our tongue in hollow chambers of darkness prevailing,

In order to smile; all we had to do was stretch out luscious lips as
far as
possible; alongwith a trifle empathy in our eyes,

In order to swim; all we had to do was voraciously move our hand and
feet;
master the art of holistically floating on the surface,

In order to eat; all we had to do was place appetizing morsels of
sundry in
our mouth; then masticate the same with sharp incisors of our teeth,

In order to breathe; all we had to do was inhale gallons of
unadulterated air;
inundating the palpable jacket of our lungs with revitalizing fervor,

In order to punch; all we had to do was clench our fists into a compact
ball;
then thrust them with tumultuous power towards the wall,

In order to dance; all we had to do was rhythmically sway our bodies;
to
vibrant tunes of pulsating music,

In order to scratch; all we had to do was use our finger nails
incongruously;
painstakingly peeling off intricate arenas of our skin,

In order to sing; all we had to do was partially open our mouths;
engendering
mesmerizing tunes to permeate the atmosphere,

In order to paint; all we had to do was use the brush vivaciously upon
the
naked body of white canvas,

In order to bathe; all we had to do was to completely submerge our
silhouette
in colossal pools of gurgling stream water; sprinkling the same with
gay
abundance on our scalps,

In order to dig; all we had to do was extricate earth with a shovel;
pummel
the ground incessantly till we achieved the conducive depth,

In order to remember; all we had to do was intensely flex the tendrils
of our
brain; have loads of conviction in our ability to perceive,

In order to bend; all we had to do was to stoop down on the floor;
kneel with
our chins adhering to the bare surface,

In order to sneeze; all we had to do was hold pungent pepper close to
our
nostrils; then wait for the inevitable aftermath to follow,

In order to pray; all we had to do was to perceive all the benevolence
existing; visualize the most simplest yet the most enamoring forms of
life;
worship the most stupendous form of the omnipresent creator,

And in order to live; all we had to do was philanthropically execute
our
duties towards the society; incarcerate in our hearts forever the
person of
our dreams; the person who could love us immortally for decades
immemorial.






(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»ALLAH, BHAGWAN, CHRIST, BUDDHA…

 

Name = You could call him Allah, Bhagwan, Christ, Buddha, or an infinite forms of invincibly Omnipotent goodness…

Age= Ageless. Existing as the most pricelessly Omniscient image in the entire Universe; till even times beyond infinite infinity…

Height= Indomitably towering above all on this brilliantly victorious Universe; till even centuries beyond the definition of time had ceased to exist…

Religion= Every religion that irrefutably leads towards the paradise of sharing; towards the paradise of united fearlessness…

Favorite Color = The color of unshakably Omnipresent and timelessly eternal brotherhood…

Favorite Drink= The drink of simplistically insuperable and gloriously infallible honesty…

Favorite Moment= Every unflinchingly unfurling moment which diffuses the essence of peace and harmoniously mesmerizing symbiotism…

Favorite Attire= Any speck of fabric which royally radiates the fragrance of altruistic truth for times immemorial…

Favorite Animal= Every organism that exists in holistically sparkling unison and unsurpassable camaraderie with its blessed surroundings…

Favorite Quote= Live and Beautifully Let live; and I promise you that every element of prosperity in the cosmos would be yours forever…

Favorite Cities= Every granule of earth breathing in uninhibitedly unadulterated freedom and miraculously obeying Nature Divine…

Favorite Route= Every pathway that veritably leads you to inimitably unparalleled goodness…

Favorite Car= Any set of wheels which transports you to the destination of your pristinely majestic heart; without indiscriminately pulverizing even the most infinitesimal organism on ground…

Favorite Time= Any instant when miraculously sacrosanct life spawns out of the aisles of drearily livid nothingness…

Favorite Sport= The game of mischievously enchanting and unending flirtation; which kept even an entity nearing his corpse; as young as the freshly born child…

Favorite Dwelling= Every abode which harbors the wave unbreakably revitalizing companionship in good times and bad; whether it be even an inconspicuously non-existent hole in the ground…

Favorite Scent= The perfume of tirelessly undefeatable proliferation; astoundingly continuing the chapters of my gifted life…

Favorite Soldier= Every soldier who has the tenacity to singularly stand bare-chested against the army of countless perfidious demons; happily embracing death to immortalize the venerated lap of his mother soil…

Favorite Mantra= The mantra of Perpetually impeccable love; celestially coalescing every caste; creed; color and tribe; into a breath of unconquerably regale oneness…

Favorite Eyes= The eyes which waft perennial empathy; for all those miserably deprived and haplessly tyrannized…

Favorite Persona= The persona which sees no evil; hears no evil; speaks no evil; mellifluously smiles to alleviate bereaved humanity; even in the face of maliciously dastardly defeat…

Favorite Word= Life. An entrenchment of unsurpassably spell binding newness and synergistic survival transcending over every conceivable and inconceivable thing in vicinity…

Favorite Therapy= The Balm of aristocratically emollient truth and selfless philanthropism; which wholesomely overrules even the most cancerous of disease; which entirely transcends the most hedonistically murderous of devil…


©COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Alligator on prowl in full moonlight

 

Round balls of pearly white gas,
with thin wisps of grey cloud floating haphazardly,
as cool as snow drops of ice at night,
assassinating traces of daytime heat,
with crystal beams of singular fluorescent light,
perched high in the galaxy of stars,
revolving at astronomical speeds across the sun
periphery,
being the only source of placid comfort during pitch
dark ambience of the
night,
the celestial figure of the moon smiled mischievously,
as the hour hand ticked past midnight in city clock
tower.

the lethal alligator waded silently through the
waters,
biting mighty chunks of dead logwood,
flickering its abraded tail at small cocoons of fish,
squirting blood from its eyeball,
opening its kingly jaw to display an armory of canine
teeth.
there were men ahead pedaling a row boat,
consuming large glasses of ravishing gin tonic,
with strong fishing rods levered skillfully in the
jungle stream,
they joked, sung, swayed their bodies in the arid
air,
little knowing of the deadly monster stealthily
encroaching,
the beast sank a few feet beneath the boat,
gave loud snorts toppled it crushing sewn timber to
mangled junk,
loud wails besieged the night calm,
the moonlight clearly portrayed torn parts of their
bodies,
white waters smudged with fresh human blood,
the birds screeched loudly in the sky,
as the 20 feet long crocodile relished man flesh,
trapped between the cavities of its elephant teeth.


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

 

I mused on ways to assassinate life,
To inject vials of poison in testubes of my nerves,
Destroy signs of life with pesticidal spray,
Rupture bunch of bone; to powdered calcium.

There were fantasies revolving wildly,
Equating nuances of available deaths,
The prime being leaping headlong from the 10 th floor,
Consuming rat poison a subtle alternative,
Ripping life veins with rich quality blade,
Drowning body mass in quantum depths of water,
Strangling neck with tight nylon chord,
Sipping glass jars full of volatile acid,
Swallowing silver tablets coated with cyanide,
Intentional crashing of car with monster truck,
Suffocating in leak proof chambers with opalescent gas,
Instant electrocution; on wet hand contact with switchboard,
Barbaric slaining of head; with swashbuckling strokes of sword,
Forced enclosure of body in dungeons of venomous scorpion,
Forcibly stopping the eye from flickering; relinquishing tangible consciousness,

What I planned was mammoth amount of sedation,
Executed by a professional whom I fed with exorbitant wealth,
Followed by adroit strangulation of breath in deep sleep;
Without trying to reinstate it further,
As the most painless form of suicidal death.




© nikhilparekh
 
»Always listening to the tunes of my heart

 

It suddenly told me to lick the road with my tongue;
when I was blissfully driving enchanted by the melody
in the air and the surroundings,

It ordered me to eat a blanket of thorns without
flinching the slightest; as I was wholesomely lost in
my dreams under the enigmatic tree shade,

It told me to soak my head into fetid pools of gutter
water; when I was busy sipping voluptuous pints of
sugarcane rum in the corridors of the rustic country
bar,

It told me to poke my neighbors with sizzling rods of
iron; enjoy the agonizing scene that unfurled; as I
placidly playing cards with my wife at midnight,

It told me to jump from the aircraft without strapping
a parachute on my body; as I lost in due admiration of
the cotton cocoon of blue clouds dazzling voluptuously
in the morning light,

It told me to chew balls of steel with stupendous
relish; when I was toiling in the fields; waiting
anxiously for my crops to reap,

It told me to cut my finger with the gleaming knife;
when I was writing a letter to my impeccable beloved,

It told me to cross the street when the lights were
still red; brandishing my body against scores of
whirlwind vehicles; as I was milking the cow for my
morning breakfast,

It told me to hurl out a volley of abashing abuse to
the President; when I was infact munching popcorn and
watching television,

It told me to bathe in steaming acid use vicious
scorpion instead of soap; as I engrossed in bulky
files and heaps of paper at office,

It told me to play hide and seek with the diabolical
shark; as I blew the ensemble of candles on my
birthday cake,

It told me to bash my head umpteenth times against the
wall; as I was traversing merrily through the hills;
with the girl of my dreams sitting on my shoulder,

It told me to leap up to the sky and steal all the
stars; as I addressing the entire planet on the
National network,

It told me to swallow the venomous lizard wandering
through the thick jungles; as I was sitting in rapt
attention; with my eyes focussed towards the deity I
profoundly worshipped,

It told me to gallivant stark naked through the town;
as I was assiduously involved in decoding peaceful
solutions to war,

It told me to count to the number of words I spoke in
the day; as I combing my hair blending it with lots of
perfumed coconut oil,

It told me to put my hands in the lions mouth; as I
was playing with small children; hugging them close to
my chest,

It told me to sleep on a bed of smoldering embers; as
I was dancing jubilantly after tasting the first
success of my life,

It told me to put a battalion of stinging ants in my
clothes; as I was shaking hands compassionately with
the Magician outside the train,

It told me to walk backwards till I reached the other
side of the globe; as I gauge the unsurpassable depth
of the valley,

It was a nefarious monster ordering me to execute at
times the weirdest of things existing in this world;
when infact there was not the slightest of necessity;
nor the slightest of compulsion by Almighty Lord to do
so,

And that's when I made one solemn resolve of never
being a slave of my mind; never yielding to its
irascible desires no matter how strongly it dictated
me to do so; as I had from now decided to ALWAYS
LISTEN TO THE TUNES OF MY HEART…


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