Poems - Love Poet Nikhil Parekh

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»Victory was forever mine

Even the most disastrously crippled states of my persona; had in them
an
overwhelming scent of irrefutably sparkling and mesmerizing victory,

Even the most disdainfully beleaguered and despairingly blood shot eyes
of
mine; had in them an incorrigible flavor of unconquerably fascinating
and
indefatigably everlasting victory,

Even the most horrendously grotesque contours of my lambasted face; had
in
them a fathomless rainbow of vivaciously enchanting and spell bindingly
blazing victory,

Even the most disparagingly staggering stride of mine; had in it an
unsurpassable entrenchment of patriotically unshakable and
scintillating
victory,

Even the most diminutively tyrannized of voices that emanated from my
throat; had in them a bountiful cloud of unbelievably supreme and
blistering
victory,

Even the most swelteringly unrelenting sweat that poured incessantly
from my
armpits; had in it an unfathomable garden of beautifully resplendent
and
harmonious victory,

Even the most despicably bleeding and gruesomely disintegrated nerves
of
mine; had in them an unsurpassable path of flamboyantly charismatic and
ever-pervading victory,

Even the most treacherously mutilated and severed lips of mine; had in
them
a celestial paradise of stupendously smiling and enchanting victory,

Even the most drearily wavering shadows of mine; had in them an
Omnipotent
Sun of impregnably gratifying and majestic victory,

Even the most abominably shrunken and whipped teeth of mine; had in
them a
tenacious fortress of philanthropically benign and indisputable
victory,

Even the most rustically bohemian and sordidly chapped feet of mine;
had in
them a flaming inferno of boundless glittering and timeless victory,

Even the most wretchedly torn and wholesomely threadbare pockets of
mine;
had in them an unassailable carpet of fabulously silken and priceless
victory,

Even the most preposterously shaggy and insanely thrashed hair of mine;
had
in them an jubilant castle of euphorically gorgeous and ingratiating
victory,

Even the most rickety decaying and pulverized bones of mine; had in
them a
perennial cloudburst of blissfully reinvigorating and timeless victory,

Even the most traumatically besieged brain chords of mine; had in them
a
perpetual heaven of regally symbiotic and sensuously overpowering
victory,

Even the most rambunctiously unruly and debilitating musings of mine;
had in
them a ubiquitous sky of unflinchingly uninhibited and gloriously
embellished victory,

Even the most timid voices of my severely penalized and wailing
conscience;
had in them an immutable cavern of truthfully succeeding and royal
victory,

And even the most torturously asphyxiated and acrimoniously beaten of
my
dwindling breaths; had in them an Omniscient cosmos of ebulliently
Godly and
unparalleled victory,

As wholesomely irrespective of how the murderously conventional society
tried to assassinate each iota of my body; wholesomely irrespective of
the
unprecedented anguish that every pore of my countenance had to
singularly
undergo; wholesomely irrespective of the curse of ghoulish death that
confronted me on every step that I tread for not adhering to the norms
of
salacious rigidity,

I knew I would be always triumphant; and victory would always be the
Omnipresent glint of my eyes; the ecstasy of my stride; as I followed
none
other than the voices of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and
ever
and ever…..

©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

»Wagon of love

The wagon of relentlessly enthralling enchantment;
exuberantly ran on wheels of tantalizingly mesmerizing
fantasy,

The wagon of compassionately heartfelt emotions;
amiably ran on the wheels of symbiotically holistic
togetherness,

The wagon of celestially gratifying tranquility;
affably ran on the wheels of selflessly bonding
contentment,

The wagon of Omnipotently miraculous healing; unitedly
ran on the wheels of philanthropically glorious
solidarity,

The wagon of unbelievably rhapsodic happiness;
uninhibitedly ran on the wheels of ebulliently
fantastic newness,

The wagon of blazingly unflinching patriotism;
intrepidly ran on the wheels of flamboyantly
never-dying fearlessness,

The wagon of eternally ecstatic fragrance; bountifully
ran on the wheels of unfathomably priceless
innocuousness,

The wagon of scintillatingly unparalleled success;
blissfully ran on the wheels of irrefutably honest
self-belief,

The wagon of voluptuously magnificent artistry;
marvelously ran on the wheels of insatiably
tantalizing discovery,

The wagon of everlastingly unconquerable prosperity;
beautifully ran on the wheels of vivaciously
resplendent melody,

The wagon of stupendously rejuvenating timelessness;
impeccably ran on the wheels of unequivocally majestic
faith,

The wagon of graciously charming color; vividly ran on
the wheels of enthusiastically perennial humanity,

The wagon of invincibly Omnipresent unity;
synergistically ran on the wheels of sacredly blessing
mankind,

The wagon of fathomlessly reinvigorating beauty;
immaculately ran on the wheels of unassailably regale
truth,

The wagon of innocently unadulterated sleep;
aristocratically ran on the wheels of bounteously
milky moonlight,

The wagon of ubiquitously benevolent peace;
ingratiatingly ran on the wheels of ardently mutual
sharing,

The wagon of emolliently Omniscient purity;
impregnably ran on the wheels of spotlessly magical
conscience,

The wagon of vibrantly unfurling life; perpetually ran
on the wheels of charismatically unshakable breath,

And the wagon of immortally burgeoning love; divinely
ran on the wheels of passionately thundering heart…..

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»Waiter come here please

HE SERVED UMPTEENTH a dish at the bark of a crisp command; with twin pair of eyes focused dead straight towards the table,

Nimbly took a plethora of orders; from famished customers to satiate their gluttony,

Made frequent rounds to the kitchen; conversing loquaciously with the rotund chef,

Greeted all those who entered the hotel; with an amicably appearing congenial smile,

Instigated his fellow counterparts; to bustle back to work; reciting to them a rustic joke,

Scrupulously cleaned the dishes after they were rampantly used; picking up the most inconspicuous of loiter from the floor,

Meticulously arranged the armory of crimson rose in their respective jars; made sure that all candles rose up to a handsome flame,

Ran instantaneously to the sound of tinkling bells over the counter; glued his vision towards the screen flashing multiple items of food,

Occasionally listened to a volley of hostile expletives from his clients; for not adhering immaculately to requirements of their taste,

Was immensely pleased at witnessing the exorbitantly affluent; envisaging the fat tips they would bestow upon his impoverished persona,

Shivered incessantly in the biting cold; clad in threadbare minimum of cloth to drape his demeanor,

Voraciously sketched a battalion of faces; sitting on his bohemian stool; in his spare time,

Swayed articulately to beats of pulsating music at intermittent intervals; to reinvigorate his dreary passengers,

Hoisted innocuous toddlers high in the air; dexterously catching them single handed; to grant ailing mothers some reprieve from the tyranny of their children,

Had gladly incorporated a list of appetizing dishes; as his daily jargon; sometimes inadvertently whispering the names of cooked items in his dreams,

Magnificently controlled his temper; trying to avoid the most minuscule of altercation if possible,

Worked like a clockwork machine; inexorably all throughout the monotonous day,

Slept in a cloistered room all chilly night; profoundly detesting the next day to unveil; the nondescript rigmarole of taking orders,

Wore a flabby cap; shielding his rubicund face; a neat tie dangling unsolicitedly from his collar,

There were tears gushing from his eyes when I addressed him by his first name; for he was literally oblivious to all other sounds; except for that dreaded voice stringently calling him waiter come here please.

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»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.

»Walking backwards

If humans on land started to abruptly walk backwards,
with their eyes focused towards empty spaces in the
front,
they would inadvertently lose their balance tumbling
like a pack of cards,
on the obdurate surface of muddy ground.

If cars powered with speed guns traversed backwards,
monumental elevations of buildings would seem fading
in oblivion,
it would be eternity before one reached the place of
work,
there would be embarrassing accidents at all quarters,
rendering the traffic in disdainful jeopardy.

If thoroughbred stallions galloped backwards,
execute insane behavior while carrying their
possessors,
their masters would whip them black and blue,
for not obeying stringent instructions even after
consuming with relish,
fresh tendrils of red radish with spicy leaves of
coriander.

If saline waves of the ocean receded backwards with
outrageous bursts of
wind,
the sand on shores would die in parched starvation,
fishes would find it painstakingly cumbersome to swim,
there would be no ships sailing on the erratic persona
of the sky blue sea.

If slender needles of the tower clock ticked
backwards,
minutes, hours, days would simply fail to proceed,
the youth would exist in resplendent
exuberance for decades to come,
all decayed and old would fail to wither, staying alive
for times immemorial,
and there wouldn’t be a fresh soul born for centuries
to be confronted.

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»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 between life and death

When I sighted her from the absolute summit of the
densely foliated tree; initially she appeared like the
most magnificent fruit of Almighty’s creation; nimbly
swishing her arms under the gloriously fading light,
Although the ungainly distance subdued her brilliantly
royal features an inconspicuous trifle; and her
divinely contours; soon faded from my vision into an
alluring mirage; as she disappeared in entirety behind
the ethereal horizons…

When I sighted her from the resplendently milky island
of moon; initially she appeared to be a tantalizing
seductress; dancing uninhibitedly under the mystically
gorgeous shine,
Although the murky light obfuscated her perpetual
imagery an inconspicuous trifle; and her magnanimous
visage; soon faded from my vision into a seductive
shadow; as she inscrutably vanished in the wilderness
of the rampant night….

When I sighted her from the flamboyantly scintillating
mountaintop; initially she appeared to be a blazing
fireball of magnetism; inevitably attracting even the
most remotely alien in her spell binding swirl,
Although the austerely stringent glare overshadowed
her marvelous trajectory an inconspicuous trifle; and
her marvelous march towards triumph; soon faded from
my vision into a languid siesta; as the sun
transiently went behind the crimson clouds….

When I sighted her from the fabulously sandy
whirlpools; initially she appeared to be a princess
freshly descended from the heavens; aristocratically
inundating the pathetic atmosphere around with the
insatiable artistry in her voluptuous eyes,
Although the dust surpassed her piquantly poignant
body an inconspicuous trifle; and her stupendously
invincible aura; soon faded from my vision into a
rapidly fleeting image; as winds of murkiness overtook
the fiery light….

When I sighted her from the heart of the ravishing
ocean; initially she appeared to be the most
boisterous tangy soul on this Universe; gyrating in
untamed ecstasy under a cloud cover of exuberant
happiness,
Although the surreptitious froth camouflaged her
charming smiles an inconspicuous trifle; and her
celestially delectable aura; soon faded from my vision
into a frigid layer of nothingness; as the tumblers of
water crashed against the coldblooded rocks….

When I sighted her from the fathomless expanse of
rhapsodic sky; initially she appeared to float like an
overwhelmingly charismatic fairy; enchanting even the
most dreariest of dying life; with the supreme
Omnipotence in her benign stride,
Although the pertinently hovering mists obliterated
her philanthropic goodness an inconspicuous trifle;
and her formidably relentless fantasy; soon faded from
my vision into a hazy fog; as cloudbursts of rain
started to ferociously pelt down…

When I sighted her from beneath an avalanche of
scintillating ice; initially she appeared to be an
intricately alluring doll; harmoniously singing the
most melodious tunes of holistic survival,
Although the enshrouding whiteness sequestered her
wholesome beauty an inconspicuous trifle; and her
captivatingly compassionate embrace; soon faded from
my vision into a whirlwind of inscrutable
baselessness; as snow melted in sweltering afternoon
sunshine….

When I sighted her from amidst the garden of
incredulously titillating roses; initially she
appeared to disseminate the fragrance of humanity;
peace and impregnable brotherhood; to the most
fathomless quarter of this boundlessly unending
Universe,
Although the blanket of invidiously extruding thorns
shielded her ingratiating charm an inconspicuous
trifle; and her immaculately divine destiny; soon
faded from my vision into an ephemerally tingling
memory; as the winds of intransigently unrelenting
autumn tumultuously took over; with their excoriating
toll….

But eventually when I sighted her from the inner most
dormitories of my heart; initially she appeared to be
the sole queen of my impoverishedly devastated heart,
And this time she remained immortally blended as my
breath; my body; my conscience; my soul; even as I
indefatigably kept walking an infinite times between
corridors of blissful life; and diabolically ghastly
death…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»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…….

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