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»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.
 
»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.
 
»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.
 
»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…”

©COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»We arent afraid

 

We aren’t afraid of the treacherous mountains; infact
keep them in our back side pockets,

We aren’t afraid of the freezing winds; infact
sheltered them in a solitary whisker of our profusely
poignant moustache,

We aren’t afraid of the lethal bullets flying
horrendously around; infact we face them with our
chests escalating unflinchingly and handsome towards
the azure sky,

We aren’t afraid of the acrimoniously sweltering
sands; infact caress them like a prince marching
uninhibitedly towards the corridors of victory,

We aren’t afraid of overwhelming thirst; infact posses
the capacity to remain without a droplet of water; it
the situation so demands,

We aren’t afraid of mighty avalanches of snow; infact
treated them like insipid broomsticks sticking
innocuously to our valiant eyelashes,

We aren’t afraid of indiscriminate abuse; infact let
them pass like pieces of disdainful shit; from one ear
of ours to the other,

We aren’t afraid of the most ominous of crocodile;
infact carried his live skin intrepidly; with a
profound sense of equanimity on our shoulders,

We aren’t afraid of tumultuously vindictive storm;
infact inhaled its merciless winds with astronomical
ease through our fearless nostrils,

We aren’t afraid of perpetual blackness; infact stared
at it in its uncouth eye; till it wholesomely
disappeared into infinitesimal wisps of non-existent
sky,

We aren’t afraid of truckloads of blood; infact shed
it with insurmountably supreme pride; to defend the
soil on which we tread since our first cry,

We aren’t afraid of the battalion of satanic swords
gushing towards our head; infact held them like
peanuts in our palms; inscribing our names with their
tips on our belligerently barren chests,

We aren’t afraid of excruciating pain; infact smiled
indefatigably whilst in the heart of it; and till the
time our mission was blissfully accomplished,

We aren’t afraid of inexplicable spirits loitering in
the atmosphere; infact coined our own destinies; with
sweat of sweet perseverance; flowing gloriously from
our audaciously muscled shoulders,

We aren’t afraid of lecherous politics; infact blow
the manipulative leaders involved; with minuscule
draughts of our drearily languid breath,

We aren’t afraid of the most horrifically traumatic
aftermaths; infact accept them with an invincible glow
radiating resiliently from our eyes,

We aren’t afraid of sacrificing our lives at the
slightest intimation; infact ardently waited for our
chance to relinquish breath; and blend our impeccable
souls with the Almighty Creator,

We aren’t afraid of losing our loved ones; infact had
bid them adieu forever; when we plunged wholeheartedly
on our path towards irrefutable righteousness,

Just one minute; before you start thinking that we
were God’s; let me clarify that we were not; but we
definitely take unfathomable pleasure in proclaiming
ourselves to be the immortal soldiers of our
MOTHERLAND…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»We have all been sent to win

 

We’ve all been sent on this bountifully eclectic earth; to tirelessly adventure; and not to pathetically stagnate in the corpses of miserably penalizing and delirious depression,

We’ve all been sent on this celestially fantastic earth; to interminably consecrate the virtues of benign goodness; and not to preposterously bend down to the indiscriminately vengeful footsteps of the massacring devil,

We’ve all been sent on this fantastically virile earth; to blaze in the Sun of unconquerable optimism; and not to inexplicably wither like a shriveled leaf in the mortuaries of asphyxiating blackness; without any ostensible reason or rhyme,

We’ve all been sent on this blessedly emollient earth; to limitlessly desire in a paradise of heavenly symbiosis; and not to be wretchedly thrashed by the wantonly non-existent gallows of maiming negativity,

We’ve all been sent on this vivaciously wonderful earth; to uninhibitedly embrace every caste; creed; color and race with egalitarian love; and not to relentlessly assassinate countless innocent; on spurious pretexts of feckless religion,

We’ve all been sent on this resplendently robust earth; to enlighten the lives of all those unfortunate with every smile of our destined existence; and not to rapaciously gobble even the last bone of their crumbling spine; to sadistically inundate our already bulging stomachs,

We’ve all been sent on this jubilantly fathomless earth; to indefatigably march forward in the corridors of unflinching courage; and not to let the germs of meaninglessly inscrutable fear; reign supreme on every ingredient of our blood,

We’ve all been sent on this gloriously unbridled earth; to invincibly unite in the threads of royal compassion; and not to uncouthly separate the very fabric of existence; and thereby be a beleaguered slave of our prejudiced brains,

We’ve all been sent on this unbelievably enamoring earth; to altruistically heal even the most treacherously ghastliest of wound with the wand of eternal friendship; and not to leave an unending sea of ruthless blood; at every step that we traversed,

We’ve all been sent on this romantically effulgent earth; to mellifluously sing the tunes of brotherhood; and not to cadaverously dumb our god gifted throats; into the hell of lugubriously intolerable decay,

We’ve all been sent on this spell-bindingly ardent earth; to timelessly sleep in the lap of our Omnipotent mothers; and not to dementedly rape and sell innocuously venerated women; right under the broadest of flaming daylight,

We’ve all been sent on this ecstatically vibrant earth; to beautifully harness; conserve and augment the fruits of pristine mother nature; and not to ruthlessly chop trees and iridescent vegetation; in order to erect tombstones of robotic monotony,

We’ve all been sent on this bounteously philanthropic earth; to fearlessly feed every hungry destitute stomach in whatever capacity we ever could; and not to sacrilegiously orphan boundless; right infront of their kin,

We’ve all been sent on this incredulously magnetic earth; to interminably continue the chapter of amazingly virile existence; and not to render ourselves meekly impotent; to even the most obsolete insinuation of the passing maelstrom,

We’ve all been sent on this handsomely impregnable earth; to pay due homage and respect to our elders/ancestors/heritage; and not to make our own parents sweep the threadbare household floors; whilst we abominably lazed into an inexplicable labyrinth of languid nothingness,

We’ve all been sent on this royally emollient earth; to nimbly prostrate infront of the power that created us all alike; which was irrefutably the Omnipresent Creator; and not to sanctimoniously consider only our ownselves; as the greatest and the most powerful of all,

We’ve all been sent on this magnetically poignant earth; to unstoppably relish every droplet of rain that fell from the Omnipotent skies; and not to insidiously adulterate the same with gory bloodshed and abhorrently devastating war,

We’ve all been sent on this spectacularly harmonious earth; to disseminate the ideals of immortal love and peace in even the most obliviously fading cranny of the Universe; and not to lethally stab each heart throbbing beside us with the poison of castrated hatred,








And we’ve all been sent on this fabulously sparkling earth; to timelessly triumph in a heaven of goodness and; WIN; and not to worthlessly succumb to the mortuary of evil; lose everything of ours even before the slightest innuendo of the devil miserably floundered to loom upon the gigantic Universe…..


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»We still loved each other

 

We hurled a volley of expletives at each other; while
conversing over the
phone,

Severely ostracizing our movements; our conservative
attitude towards
society,

Threw fluffy pillows; rolling pins; scattered debris;
virtually all that came
in our hands at each other,

Tore apart our scalp hair in exasperation; slapping
each other on the rubicund
cheek,

Grimaced our teeth like the most ominous of fortress;
clenching our fists in
indignation,

Stared unrelentingly like diabolical demons;
refraining to whisper the
slightest of sound,

Spat uncouthly at each other; our hands interlocked in
a vindictive brawl,

Made abhorrent designs of each other; rampantly
inscribing them on the cold
floor,

Kicked uncontrollably while in the car; banging our
heads against the
windshield,

Spilled scalding tea deliberately on each other;
burning dainty pores in our
skin,

Glanced indifferently towards each other; pretending
to be nonchalant
strangers,

Scoffed haughtily inhaling long gasps of breath;
insipidly kicking small
stones that confronted our way,

Wailed discordantly with fervor; looking at each
others faces,

Sat poles apart on the dining table; secretly wishing
to dance under the
enchanting moon,

Drew lines vindictively on the sands; as we strolled
languidly on the slippery
beach,

Pummeled each other in the ribs; at the slightest
provocation; as our tempers
soared to dizzy heights,

Paced up and down the length of the house;
occasionally banging the walls in
intense infuriation,

Tossed and turned irritably on the king poster bed;
unable to go to blissful
sleep,

Deliberated for marathon hours on the trot; on
inconspicuous issues; expending
great energy from our intricate lungs,

But the remarkable thing was; that even after all this
we still remained the
best of friends; immensely enjoyed and wistfully
longed for each others
company,

And at the end of the acrimonious day; forgave and
acutely loved each other.




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»Welcoming her back

 

Gruesome carpets of despairing blindness had set upon
her magnificently sparkling countenance; enveloping
her perennially in a world of bizarre darkness,
But it was my eyes that had veritably lost every iota
of sight; as I stumbled like an insane lunatic in
every sphere of life; tragically devastated in
whirlpools of ghastly depression….

Gory leprosy had descended lecherously upon her
marvelously blissful demeanor; brutally incapacitating
her in wholesome entirety; for the remainder of her
life,
But it was my hands and feet that had veritably lost
even the most tiniest of ability to hoist; as I
haplessly staggered in a tornado of doom; for
centuries immemorial….

Barbaric dumbness had salaciously entrenched upon her
majestically royal countenance; ruthlessly chopping
every cranny of her robustly melodious cadence; into a
countless pieces of insipid nothingness,
But it was my tongue that had veritably lost even the
most remotest of ability to speak; as I pathetically
slithered on remorseful spit; without the slightest
sound emanating from my tyrannized throat….

Diabolical sadness had fathomlessly enveloped upon her
sparklingly robust stride; penalizing her immaculate
grace for absolutely no fault of hers,
But it was my lips that had veritably relinquished all
smiles; as I drunk tears of horrendous solitude each
unfurling instant of the treacherous day; trespassing
through a battlefield of vindictive prejudice soaked
in ghastly blood; all my life…

Ominously irascible cancer had cascaded down upon her
blisteringly flamboyant visage; murderously
asphyxiating all her glorious happiness in destined
life,
But it was my body that veritably puked everything
that I tried to ravishingly swallow; with a tinge of
lecherously debilitating yellow; proliferating
astoundingly; upon my hopelessly extinguishing
senses…..

Savage termites had crawled upon from all sides upon
her magically glistening persona; barbarically
attacking her with contemptuously opprobrious lechery,
But it was my veins that veritably lost every
ingredient of scarlet blood; as I incessantly floated
like a lifeless skeleton; through the corpse of gory
death and in the graveyard of malicious abhorrence….

Overpowering darkness had viciously infiltrated upon
her gorgeously delectable reflection; crippling her
invidiously of all those blissfully romantic moments;
in euphorically vibrant life,
But it was my dwelling that had veritably abnegated
all traces of dynamic light; as I couldn’t find even
my own silhouette; decaying into wisps of worthlessly
horrific oblivion…..

Perfidious paralysis had vindictively gripped her
enamoringly scintillating scent from all sides;
treacherously overtoppling her from Omnipotent realms
of blissfully blessed sleep,
But it was my heart that had veritably ceased to
function; ludicrously dissolving all its passionate
reservoir of beats with domains of penalizing hell;
ruthlessly massacring even the most priceless of
emotion; and the chapter of immortal love….

And devilishly unforgiving death had stooped
perilously upon her daintily tinkling royalty;
rendering her meaninglessly at the last stage of her
most fabulously priceless existence,
But it was my breath that had veritably snapped in
wholesome entirety from my deplorably bleeding
nostrils; as I reached heaven even before the most
ethereal of her shadow could creep through; to welcome
her as her unassailable lover; eternally and once
again….








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