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»Washing Tank

 

Crisp cotton shirt had developed stains of spilled
coffee,
parallel velvet tie was coated with grease,
white spun vests resembled coal tar dustcloth,
flower embossed handkerchief smelt like rotten fish,
massive piles of square bedsheet showed blotches of
saffron oil,
a heap of bandages contained liquefied yellow pus,
wrinkle free trousers had fresh traces of sea mud,
infinite pair of woolen socks lay like decayed brown,
triangular head caps were submerged in streaks of
violet sweat,
plush upholstery covers showed smudges of wet muddy
feet,
the colossal mansion was in a complete mess,
with dirt converging in animosity on every visible
piece of clean cloth.

i took bulky amounts of carbolic powder,
several tablets of rough textured soap,
compact biscuits of chemically charged detergent,
blended the concoction of soap and powder granule,
in a deep tank containing crystal ground water,
stirred elastic walls of the solvent with a wooden
bat,
creating gargantuan amount of pungent soapy froth,
dissolved the tonnes of soiled dirt cloth,
way down in the dark slimy interiors of my ever
reliable hexagonal 'WASHING
TANK'
 
»Walking Stick

 

He held me solidly in his egalitarian palms; sometimes
making me almost strangulate for mouthfuls of
inevitable breath,

He caressed me every now and then on the cold ground;
let beads of his passionate sweat dribble down my
persona with nonchalant ease,

He raised me in exuberance towards the glittering
blanket of stars; incessantly narrating mystical tales
of this Universe to the flurry of innocuous children,

He dug inconspicuous holes with my mouth trudging soft
soil; embossing intriguing shapes in the mud to amuse
the dormant compartments of his weary mind,

He danced with tears of euphoria pouring down his
cheeks; waving me in placid sheets of air; as he
nostalgically reminisced the days when he was a cheeky
child,

He banged me boundless number of times in ghastly
darkness; endeavoring his best to gain an upper hand
over the diabolically satanic night,

He flamboyantly marched clutching me with authority to
his wrinkled fingers; attending to the battalion of
alien delegates with astronomically stoical ease and
inherent charm,

He polished me ardently with the most stupendous
quality of wax; painted me in a festoon of vivaciously
gaudy color to match his every dress,

He starved me to unprecedented limits; with the only
meal that I saliently cherished being the
compassionate bellow of warmth imparted by his magical
hands,

He swung me violently in all directions when attacked;
defending his divinely countenance with the formidable
tenacity in my body,

He fidgeted indefatigably with my nose; cuddling and
scratching me rampantly when confronted with
disdainful bouts of perpetual boredom,

He kept me bereft of the tiniest of cloth; left me
shivering with the austere winds slapping me
ruthlessly at all quarters; as he silently snored in
his afternoon nap,

He occasionally placed me over his colossal ocean of
personal belongings; which had taken an entire
lifetime for him to perseveringly amass,

He inverted my body every now and again; mischievously
smiling with his lips outstretched; as I insatiably
cried to once again come back up,

He sometimes inadvertently forgot to carry me; but
soon realized my overwhelming importance; as fate made
him stumble down on every unveiling step,

He carried me on his head time and again to replicate
a circus clown; propel all in vicinity to thunderously
laugh till they fell in dreary exhaustion,

He many a moment called me by the names he adored;
kissing me gently on my nape as people around him had
long gone,

He grasped me the first thing as he awoke at the crack
of ethereal dawn; even before he advanced on his
journey to the rustic lavatory,
My master was a complete hundred years of age; and for
him I wasn’t just a mere WALKING STICK; but a thing he
kept close to his dwindling chest all day and night;
an object he considered the most cherished to his
everlastingly youthful heart; a sword that would
protect him from the uncouth world; just as he was
about to utter his last shout…..



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Was it his fault?

 

Was it his fault; that he was born horrendously blind;
witnessing nothing but remorsefully crippling
darkness; since the very first cry of innocuous birth
?

Was it his fault; that he was born gruesomely maimed;
deplorably staggering into a valley of insipid
nothingness; never able to confront the Sun face-on?

Was it his fault; that he was born preposterously
deaf; unknowingly smiling towards the graveyards of
extinction; while his tortured kin shouted their
voices hoarse; for instantaneous help?

Was it his fault; that he was born with abhorrent
mental disorders; remaining as stoical as a decaying
leaf; even though the planet abreast him unfurled into
an unfathomable entrenchment of panoramically blissful
newness?

Was it his fault; that he was born disdainfully dumb;
not able to express even the most poignantly
fulminating of his desires; as unsurpassable rivers of
priceless blood rolled down his nimble cheeks?

Was it his fault; that he was born treacherously
orphaned; with the most fantastic days of his
childhood being evolved in the realms of the fetidly
threadbare dustbin; while children of his age floated
through castles of celestial honey?

Was it his fault; that he was born ludicrously jointed
at the skull with his twin brother; with every minute
of resplendent life feeling more lecherously sordid
than the coffins of death; as he winced every moment
in agonizingly traumatized pain?

Was it his fault; that he was born with disastrously
proliferating tumor in his head; an untamed volcano of
misery that kept augmenting more thunderously than
white lightening in sky; even as toddlers of his age
relentlessly embraced the clouds of uncontrollable
euphoria?

Was it his fault; that he was born in the gutters of
abominable poverty; with all that he ever got to
devour being infinitesimal left overs of bread; that
the dogs of the rich had abysmally abandoned?

Was it his fault; that he was born to a bawdily
adulterated father; who fed him insurmountable
waterfalls of venomous wine; everytime that he
demanded for immaculately sacrosanct milk?

Was it his fault; that he was born ridiculously
stammering; pathetically stuttering at each word he
attempted to speak; while others of his age;
melodiously blended with all spell-bindingly
enchanting rhyme?

Was it his fault; that the was born worthlessly
lynched; being enshrouded by a ghastly incapability of
not procreating his progeny; while the planet
astoundingly culminated into a boundless shades of
colors outside?

Was it his fault; that he was born inconspicuously
midget; mushrooming into only size of a pea at
adulthood; while infinite of his compatriots stood as
tall as the invincible mountain chimes?

Was it his fault; that he was born as black as
feckless charcoal; with even the most flamboyantly
scintillating mirrors; gorily shattering into
invisible ash; at even the most capricious of his
reflection?

Was it his fault; that he was born with the voice of
cacophonic crow; with even the most tenaciously
Herculean of entities preferring to die; rather than
listen to the tunes which emanated form his
incongruous throat?

Was it his fault; that he was born dolorously
hunchbacked; assiduously struggling with the weight of
his lackadaisically doubled body; while even the
criminally blood sucking vultures had been endowed a
right to uninhibitedly fly in the fathomless sky?

O! Yes; But it was certainly his fault to be born
amidst you all; because you were the ones who made him
tirelessly realize that he was brutally deprived;
although you possessed all of the above;

You were the ones who not only languished in the
aisles of catigatingly castrated malice; who not only
cribbed and cried even after being gifted with such a
wonderful birth; who not only jeered at the
inevitabilities of mesmerizing creation; but
sardonically ensured that there cropped countless more
of his kind….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Wasnt it unimaginably strange

 

Wasn’t it incredibly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to tawdrily abuse; ghastily desecrate the fabric of impeccability to the most unprecedented limits?

Wasn’t it astoundingly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to filthily spit; ignominiously taint the spotless cradle of earth; with insouciantly foul saliva?

Wasn’t it unbelievably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to abhorrently curse; cadaverously meting out your personal frustration upon another of the Lord’s superior living being?

Wasn’t it inexplicably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to lugubriously yawn; permeate a civilization of slandering laziness into every conceivable bit of the atmosphere; thereby?

Wasn’t it unsurpassably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to fervently lick dirt; in order to mollify the insurmountable whirlpool of perverted fantasy that rampantly circulated in your brain?

Wasn’t it limitlessly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to blurt incoherently fetid balderdash; crippling every form of beauty and ecstatic life with your insanely meaningless talk?

Wasn’t it unceasingly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to uncouthly gobble the most innocuous of living organisms; augmenting to the ultimate crescendo of sadistic pleasure as you knifed through innocent flesh and bone?

Wasn’t it inexhaustibly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to deliriously gape at even the most infinitesimal trace of naked skin; at innocent boys and girls; half your age?

Wasn’t it unfathomably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to indiscriminately scream your lungs out; not perturbed the tiniest by the uncontrollably bleeding eardrums of the newborn infant sleeping right in your arms?

Wasn’t it uncannily strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to proclaim irrefutably ultimate death to a truthful living being; bound by several political constraints when you were the judge?

Wasn’t it interminably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to mercilessly ridicule all those bereaved old men and women; blowing them like frigid matchsticks with your profusely alcoholic breath?

Wasn’t it incomprehensibly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to disgustingly challenge every form of spell binding righteousness; spin unstoppable webs of maliciously manipulative drudgery?

Wasn’t it indefatigably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to command the haplessly infirm to deplorably slave for you; forever remain crushed under your unabashedly bohemian foot; whilst you sky-rocketed to the epitome of Everest?

Wasn’t it stupendously strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to doggedly rebuke your very own invincibly venerated parents; squandering every bit of their hard earned riches; on your idiosyncratic desires; vixen and bawdy wine?

Wasn’t it tirelessly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to wretchedly exploit the honest with your glib tongue; and then spuriously proclaim that as the spirit of “Survival of the Fittest”?

Wasn’t it intolerably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to inhale severely contaminated prejudice; whilst ominously roaming through the lanes of robotically lame commercialism?

Wasn’t it unspeakably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to spell; announce and expatiate upon the meaning of worthless “Death”; wherein the true essence of existence lay profoundly perpetual in sensuous breath?

Wasn’t it unlimitedly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to wholesomely crucify the Sun of optimism in every righteous eyeball; with your words of wantonly opprobrious negativity?





Yes; that very same pristine orifice of pink; that very same beautiful mouth; which you didn’t perhaps; but definitely used an infinite times in a single lifetime; whilst awake as well as sleeping; to speak; idolize; worship; the name of your unassailably Omnipresent Creator…….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Water

 

I consumed a meal consisting of crushed chili with
poignant fillings of snake
brown pepper,
immediately felt the urge to gulp a can full of water.

i abruptly got up from the vigils of sleep; to eructate
my inflated bowels,
instantaneously felt the need for gallons of water.

i noticed corrugated blotches of stain sprawling
wildly on my car windshield,
prompting me to spray it clean with refined globules
of water.

i jogged incessantly through undulating landscapes of
the rocky terrain,
felt appeasingly relaxed after sipping crystal water
from the monsoon
springs.

i woke with terrified jolts; envisaging a horrendous
dream,
recieved instant gratification as i drank colossal
pints of flavored water.

i scribbled painstakingly obnoxious pages of the
annual exam papers,
reclined back on my rocking chair drowned in colossal
pools of coconut water.

i tresspassed through arid regions of the sahara
desert,
intermittently wetting my tongue with infinitesimal
amounts of water.

i percieved utter desolation enveloping my demeanour,
chivalrously swallowed herculean streams of melon
water,
to relinquish the memory of my departed beloved.

i felt epidemic fever circulate through entangled
capillaries of my body,
flooded my belly with marathon oceans of water to
swipe off the deadly
infection.

i felt stinging pangs of acrimonious heat strike me in
the peak of summer,
felt as if floating in paradise; minutes after drinking
farm fresh sugarcane
water.

i knew deep inside; that i could live without food for
days on the trot,
but to remain divested of ground water even for more
than an hour was
disconcertingly impossible.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Was it my fault?

 

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every droplet of my euphorically mesmerizing sweat; and she on the other hand torturously evaporated every ounce of happiness from my life; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my celestially euphoric smiles; and she on the other hand made me unjustly cry a countless tears of murderous hell; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every stream of my quintessentially life-bestowing blood; and she on the other hand inhumanitarianly buried me under a fathomless graveyard of her meaningless deliriousness; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every triumphantly rhapsodic fantasy of mine; and she on the other hand metamorphosed every treasured moment of mine into the most diabolically asphyxiating of nightmare; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ingredient of my untamed sensuality; and she on the other hand heartlessly castrated me of all my virility and vitality; right in the center of the boisterous street; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my pricelessly untainted adventure; and she on the other hand devilishly incarcerated me in the prisons of her hedonistic sadism; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my inimitably seductive whisper; and she on the other hand yelled a boundless volley of abuses at me for no ostensible reason or rhyme; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every element of my altruistically infallible philanthropism; and she on the other hand criminally cremated the last bone of my spine alive; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my royally resplendent destiny line; and she on the other hand made me sacrilegiously beg on the sordidly deplorable and orphaned streets; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every line of my perennially compassionate poetry; and she on the other hand blew me away like an obliviously fictitious speck in her spuriously lecherous cigar smoke; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every poignantly enthralling sound that I heard; and she on the other hand truculently numbed each of my senses with her unrelentingly tyrannical wickedness; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every benevolent word that I uttered; and she on the other hand venomously snapped my tongue into an innumerable halves as I was solely praising her; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every molecule of my peerlessly invincible strength; and she on the other hand guffawed her heart out after insouciantly excoriating my hide and feeding it to stray pigs; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every timelessly reinvigorated goose-bump on my flesh; and she on the other hand maniacally dumped me under the most robotically fetid of junkyards; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every artistic fragrance that radiated from my nerves; and she on the other hand ruthlessly trounced and kicked me through the corpses of devastating prejudice; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ray of my truthfully emollient soul; and she on the other hand mercilessly torched every pore of my body with the disparaging hell of lies; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every vein of my pricelessly undefeated life; and she on the other hand left me to cadaverously shudder and die; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my unconquerably iridescent breath; and she on the other hand gave me the most worthlessly despicable death at her very own hands; even an infinite years after we got married?

And was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every beat of my passionately immortal heart; and she on the other hand smooched and mated for times immemorial with another man right infront of my own eyes; even an infinite years after we got married?

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Wasnt it better?

 

Wasn’t it better to give those left over chunks of
dough to the stray dogs on the street; rather than
pugnaciously stuffing them into the heart of the
dolorously fetid dustbin?

Wasn’t it better to use those extravagantly
superfluous ingredients of your wealth to enlighten
the lives of all those inexplicably impoverished;
rather than spuriously abandoning them to increase the
weight of gold in your bathroom chair?

Wasn’t it better to mold those pieces of sordid rubber
to cushion some destitute scalp; rather than winding
them pretentiously to make them your pompous pet cat’s
string?

Wasn’t it better to marvelously share the bountiful
beauty of your garden with the tyrannically famished
Universe outside; rather than ruthlessly incarcerate
the flowers to be your sanctimonious bedroom delights
?

Wasn’t it better to philanthropically donate your
blood to all those gruesomely debilitated; rather than
indiscriminately burning it in a world of satanically
manipulative lechery?

Wasn’t it better to uninhibitedly about all gorgeously
ebullient beauty of this colossal planet; rather than
insipidly wasting the dormitories of your fertile
brain to the web of insanely cold-blooded drudgery?

Wasn’t it better to enchantingly deluge the lives of
countless disastrously orphaned with the melody in
your heavenly voice; rather than uncouthly expurgating
it only for irate abuse?

Wasn’t it better to Omnisciently donate your eyes
after you relinquished your last iota of breath;
rather than allowing them to horrendously decay
infinite feet beneath your veritable grave?

Wasn’t it better to embrace uncontrollably shivering
organisms in the swirl of your compassionately
invincible chest; rather than diabolically pulverizing
innocent bones with its Herculean strength?

Wasn’t it better to sagaciously utilize your knowledge
to blissfully enlighten the haplessly illiterate;
rather than malignantly drifting it to evolve bombs;
which could mercilessly devastate the entire living
kind?

Wasn’t it better to allow your enchantingly shimmering
shadow to celestially rejuvenate bizarrely frazzled
human kind; rather than lugubriously blending with the
realms of meaningless hell?

Wasn’t it better to tirelessly admire the
astronomically aristocratic beauty of this
unsurpassably regale Universe with each of your
senses; rather satanically dictating them to
parasitically suck immaculate blood?

Wasn’t it better to admirably use your robust
shoulders to hoist unfortunate urchins and make them
ecstatically fly; rather than disgustingly shrug them
towards the very entities; who gave you miraculous
birth?

Wasn’t it better to amiably spend your spare moments
in the company of those penuriously bereaved who
needed you the most; rather than drain them like a
lackluster skeleton in the corpse of sleazily
adulterated wine?

Wasn’t it better to speak the irrefutably
unconquerable just once; rather than indefatigably
hide your ludicrously trembling skin; under the
curtain of a boundless derogatory lies?

Wasn’t it better to eternally use your lips to kiss
the fragrance of everlasting humanity; rather than
criminally bite all with abominably proliferating
hatred?

Wasn’t it better to impart all your short clothes to
those existing beneath the preposterously mortifying
poverty line; rather than torch them in a bonfire to
worthlessly tingle; your already opulent night?

Wasn’t it better to Omnipresently utilize those extra
puffs of your breath to revive the morbidly dying;
rather than trying to impossibly store them in your
lungs; in the baseless hope of surviving a countless
more lives?

And wasn’t it better to uninhibitedly free the beats
of your heart to bond with their immortal soul mate;
rather than clinically imprisoning them in the center
of your chest; in the feckless fear that you might
lose them? ? ?


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Wake me up; only if

 

Wake me up only if; the light of the Omnipotent Sun
glimmered; with brilliantly untamed flamboyance
outside,

Wake me up only if; uninhibited torrents of
impregnable love; pelted with indefatigable frenzy;
from fathomless sky,

Wake me up only if; all horrendously manipulative
ugliness; metamorphosed into a planet of perpetually
priceless mankind,

Wake me up only if; heinous crime wholesomely ceased
to exist on the trajectory of this planet; the
innocuous were no more subjected to tyrannical malice,

Wake me up only if; inexplicably traumatized agony;
miraculously metamorphosed into a festoon of;
charismatically jubilant smiles,

Wake me up only if; the Moonbeams showered their
pristine seduction upon the periphery of this
bedraggled earth; without the slightest iota of
adulterated prejudice,

Wake me up only if; an unfathomable festoon of
poignant roses; ubiquitously disseminated the scent of
graciously voluptuous timelessness; to every cranny of
this bountifully everlasting Universe,

Wake me up only if; rhapsodic cisterns of spell
binding wind; euphorically swiped all horrifically
disgruntled gloom; perpetuated all lugubriously
languid with the profound ebullience to lead life,

Wake me up only if; majestic rivulets of oneness oozed
harmoniously; handsomely blending with the eternal
fabric of symbiotically supreme living kind,

Wake me up only if; the soil outside ravishingly
sprouted with the fruits of magical creation; the
chapter of invincible existence; enchantingly
proliferated at every space inundated with ominous
grief,

Wake me up only if; the stars radiantly twinkled in
exuberantly princely unison; ingratiatingly placating
the souls of one and all truculently bereaved; alike,

Wake me up only if; marvelously titillating beauty
unveiled on every step that I transgressed; making me
entirely oblivious to the diabolical vagaries; of this
savagely commercial planet,

Wake me up only if; all morbidly sullen depression;
scintillatingly transformed into a perennially
bestowing entrenchment; of blissful smiles,

Wake me up only if; rainbows of magnificently regale
prosperity insatiably lingered on every contour of
this colossal planet; enshrouding every element of
disparagingly despairing existence with the rays of;
gloriously ecstatic freedom,

Wake me up only if; the irrefutably sacred spirit of
perseverance; prevailed unflinchingly; across even the
most laggard heart on this fathomless planet,

Wake me up only if; the unequivocally unassailable
mantra of truth reigned unshakably supreme; with the
corpse of hideously nonchalant lies; disappearing
forever into the mists of worthless nothingness,

Wake me up only if; waves of unconquerably patriotic
freedom compassionately encircled the earth from all
sides; with every organism profusely exercising its
right of; tirelessly benign existence,

Wake me up only if; all mercilessly satanic bloodshed
refrains to happen forever; with every orphaned child
amiably cuddling once again; in the lap of its
sacrosanct mother,

Wake me up only if; every entity listened to nothing
else; but the impeccably beautiful voice of his;
undefeatably pious conscience,

Wake me up only if; a river of enthrallingly vibrant
melody flowed outside my bedroom window; when every
dawn greeted me wonderfully with the Omniscient scent
of; ever pervading humanity,

Wake me up only if; every passionately palpitating
heart on this aristocratically fascinating Universe;
bonded with threads of immortally unending love,

Most importantly O! Almighty Lord; wake me up only if;
you had the power to wake up my beloved from the
realms of surreally ethereal heaven; so that we
embarked upon our mission to wake up all those
disastrously decaying; flooding our each night with so
much love; that we always remained awake forever and
ever and ever…


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

 

If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look
superbly
mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the sun,
If there was water on mud coated wall; there would be a ravishing
scent that
permeated the adulterated air,
If there was water on vegetables lying sprawled in a forlorn heap; they
would
bounce back to boisterous life; retrieving the plethora of minerals
they had
lost in the blistering heat,
If there was water on fossils languidly scattered in obsolete
territories of
the dormant volcano; they would perspicuously depict the mysteries of
the
past; besides shimmering magnificently under the moon,
If there was water on wild buds of jungle mushroom; the unruly shoots
would
sparkle tenaciously; drawing millions of mouths towards them to satiate
their
famished taste buds,
If there was water on a battalion of acrimonious thorns; their tips
would get
dramatically softened; making them flounder in their conquest of
mercilessly
puncturing soft skin,
If there was water on scalp hair; their bedraggled texture would
miraculously
transform into immaculately polished,
If there was water on the obdurate foam of bed; there would be an
unprecedented cool that besieging the ambience; and I would find it
astoundingly easy to fall into a invincible siesta,
If there was water on pairs of chapped lips; they would look
irrefutably
voluptuous and longing to be kissed,
If there was water on the scorched soil of arid desert; the surrounding
wildlife would get substantial reprieve from sweltering storms of heat,
If there was water on rampant flames of fire ominously rising up by the
zipping second; the occupants inside would be saved from the tyranny of
being
burnt alive,
If there was water on the elevation of dusty window panes; they would
suddenly
glitter in animation; explicitly exposing the panoramic view outside,
If there was water on the river bed; scores of children would gleefully
toss
in it; splashing it frivolously on passing pedestrians,
If there was water on clusters of scarlet rose; they would diffuse a
blissful
fragrance penetrating the claustrophobic environment with a
reinvigorating
aroma,
If there was water on feathers of the majestic peacock; it had the
potential
to circulate waves of rhapsody even in the veins of a dying man; when
the bird
unfurled its wings to a complete blossom,
If there was water on soiled cloth; incorrigible stains would be
indiscriminately exonerated; and the fabric would now resemble an
impeccable
white,
If there was water on the serrated skin of chameleon; it would appear
more
rubicund while wandering indefatigably through the bushes,
And If there was water on the inverted eyelashes of my beloved; she
would look
like a goddess bathed in exquisite gold,
And let me tell you friends it was very easy for us to unflinchingly
achieve
the above mentioned; if only we learnt to save and judiciously preserve
water,
As its every droplet is inevitably worth a million; for it is the
source of
all life beside us; an indispensable fuel to rejuvenate the depleted
reservoir
of our energy; 'WATER IS PRECIOUS'.

(c) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»We are two; Ours are only two

 

More Population; means more penalizing unemployment;
baselessly victimizing even the innocent; into the
webs of salacious drudgery and disparaging
discontentment,

More Population; means more cold-blooded crime; as the
pangs of inevitably augmenting hunger; metamorphosed
even the most impeccable into an ocean of gory
bloodshed,

More Population; means more insidious disease; as the
seed of ghastly infection proliferated astoundingly
from traumatic sordidness; afflicting even the most
robustly sculptured with bizarre ailment and
thunderous agony,

More Population; means more abhorrent manipulation; as
people relentlessly fantasized a castle of their very
own; to impregnably exist amidst an unfathomable horde
of blood sucking wolves,

More Population; means more derogatory corruption;
with even the most immaculately sparkling organism
wholesomely blending with the winds of lechery; to
ecstatically surge ahead in the chapter of life,

More Population; means more massacring war; as
unsurpassable battalions of even the most holistic
entities; indiscriminately fought for a speck of land;
for a place to survive,

More Population; means more snobbish abuse; as the
stinkingly rich irrefutably digressed from the poor;
whipping them with swords of dictatorial power and
overwhelmingly overpowering greed,

More Population; means more pugnacious renaissance;
with heads being chopped off like brutal matchsticks;
in the name of religion and meaningless discrimination
of skin; caste and spurious creed,

More Population; means more invidious dissatisfaction;
as each organism felt that he was savagely asphyxiated
of his share of luck; while his counterparts
philandered for times immemorial in the aisles of
glorious paradise,

More Population; means more disastrous hunger; as the
fields of blossoming corn proved to be capriciously
diminutive needles for the fathomless sky of famished
children; eventually manifesting into their grotesque
grave,

More Population; means more uncouth freezing of blood;
as countless hapless urchins; uncontrollably shivered
without a single cloth to encapsulate their supple
flesh; every night after the chiming of sinister
midnight,

More Population; means more lethally obnoxious
frustration; as even the most infinitesimal of
palpable entity; felt its relentless festoon of
desires being torturously suppressed by whiplashes of
the; mercilessly claustrophobic atmosphere,

More Population; means more ghoulishly abominable
odor; as incomprehensibly gargantuan pools of
perspiration; dribbled in painstaking tandem from
drearily beleaguered and despicably staggering bodies,

More Population; means more staggering viciousness; as
the graveyards of crippling fortune; led even the most
harmoniously melodious of denizens to surreptitiously
stab behind each other’s back,

More Population; means more barbaric slaining of
sensuous fantasy; as the insurmountably vengeful
monotony of the world around; ruthlessly plagued even
the most evanescent trace of mesmerizing serenity,

More Population; means more gruesome blackness even in
the most dazzling of Sunlight; as countless children
got blinded and maimed since the very first cry of
sacred birth; to rot in the realms of the fetid
dustbin for the remainder of their penurious lives,

More Population; means more degradation of wonderful
humanity; as even the most unassailable emotions and
religion; got preposterously traded for a wad of
sleazily derogatory notes,

More Population; means more ghastly solitude even in
the midst of veritably augmenting boisterousness; as
the remorsefulness of disdainfully sullen death
irrevocably overpowered everything in conceivable
vicinity,

More Population; means more sordid rebuke on the
quality of life; as human diabolically squelched
human; in the malevolent rat race for baseless
supremacy and existence,

More Population; means more despairingly bonding your
spirit with the truculent devil; thrusting every iota
of your celestial happiness into the mouth of ungainly
anguish and horrific obsolescence,

More Population; means more ominous atrocities on
spell binding mankind; tainting the fabric of eternal
philanthropism with the corpse of debilitating greed
and inexplicable sadness,

More Population; means more heinous discordance with
the laws of resplendent existence; profusely
penalizing the enchanting carpet of mother earth with
an unfathomable battlefield of forlornly crippling
weight,

More Population; means more tensions to survive in
this already adulterated planet; where every droplet
of water already had a million mouths fervently
waiting; even before it could tumble from fathomless
sky,

More Population; means more horrendously regretful
theft; with hell breaking free on the trajectory of
scintillating earth; as man egregiously choked for
vital breath to survive,

More Population; means more pathetically unprecedented
stagnation; as boundless innocent bundled in
lugubriously decayed heap; without the tiniest iota of
comfort or Omnipotent compassion,

More Population; means more atrociously bellicose
delinquency; as survival beneath bizarre poverty
lines; had rendered even the most patriotically
blazing soldiers; to stoop down like defeated rats,

More Population; means more unrelenting coffins of
agonizing tears; as each stage of life became an
unwanted curse; without integrally quintessential
elements of fodder in the miserably bereaved stomach,

More Population; means more irascible atheism; with
people believing more in money than in the Almighty
Lord; viewing a bundle of worthlessly small and measly
paper as the ultimate messiah to live; till times
beyond eternity,

More Population; means more licentious betrayal of
Omnipotent Love; as every individual tirelessly kept
assassinating in order to catapult to the zenith of
success; wholesomely forgetting that it was impossible
to do that without the essence of benevolent
togetherness,

O! Yes Population explosion was an uncontrollable
menace; which eventually snapped the wings of
Omniscient existence forever and ever and ever; with
its venom of unemployment; poverty and inconsolable
hunger,

So it is my humble plea to all families out there; as
well as my comrades who have blissfully supported me
on my every step; to please follow the most triumphant
mantra of existence today: “ WE ARE TWO; OUR’S ARE
ONLY TWO…”

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