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»What is it?

 

What is it that makes us speak with eloquence,
Oscillates the fleshy organ of tongue in mouth.

What is it that makes us decipher infinite lines of
condensed literature,
Lies trapped in hollow sockets of visual apparatus.

What is it that makes us sweat like an invincible
river,
Exorbitantly saps reserve quotas of hidden energy.

What is it that tickles daintily stitched threads of
conscience,
Vacillates with every unfolding minute of life.

What is it that makes our hair stand when bitter cold,
Causes surplus goose-bumps multiplying infectiously by
the minute.

What is it that lifts our bodies from periphery of
earth,
Prompts us to run fast when struck with fear.

What is it that bestows us with a satiny shadow,
Attracts us unanimously towards impeccable pillars of
love.

What is it that triggers us to laugh with zeal and
profound enthuse,
Imparts us with the bountiful quality of being
chivalrous.

What is it that causes incoherent pressure to evacuate
our bowels,
Facilitates in healing raw islands of sordid wounds.

What is it that makes us cry in bouts of agonizing
hysteria,
Renders us mutilated exposed to the tyranny of life.

What is it that makes us hungry like untamed demons,
Inspires us to trample the innocent indiscreetly.

What is it that makes us oblivious to ticking hours of
the clock,
Give our hearts to the person we vehemently love,
Dedicate our lives in due submission of the deity we
adore and pray


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»What is life without love?

 

What is life without spell binding fantasy; the
unprecedented exhilaration to incessantly dance in the
valley of untamed adventure?

What is life without marvelously exotic flamboyance;
the insatiably perennial desire to be none other than;
magnificently bedazzling sunshine?

What is life without mystically voluptuous
enchantment; the milky rays of moon seductively
enthralling; every iota of your disastrously famished
skin?

What is life without tantalizing rain; golden globules
of heavenly water tumbling torrentially from the
fathomless sky; pacifying every iota of your
devastatingly frazzled senses with overwhelming magic
and serenity?

What is life without mesmerizing scent; a boundless
entrenchment of blissfully celestial rose; tingling
you majestically on every benign step that you took?

What is life without unrelenting charisma; the
bountifully ever green fruits of Mother Nature;
divinely greeting you every dawn you ravishingly awoke
?

What is life without indefatigable strength; an
intrinsically Herculean stamina; which tirelessly
propelled you to march unflinchingly; on the path of
sagacious righteousness?


What is life without intransigent perseverance; a
blazing inferno of patriotic solidarity; beautifully
camouflaging every iota of your; fabulously silver
sweat?

What is life without your revered ancestors; the
intriguing island of profuse nostalgia that they
stupendously transited you into; recounting the tales
of unending hundred’s of years?

What is life without royally fructifying carpet of
enamoring grass; the titillatingly divinely stalks;
that surreptitiously flirted with the surrendering
energy in your beleaguered soles?

What is life without the blissfully sacrosanct cow;
the oceans of impeccable milk which she uninhibitedly
oozed; to miraculously fortifying every element of
your penuriously staggering countenance?

What is life without perpetually augmenting desire; an
unsurpassable yearning to romance with resplendently
tinkling goodness; for infinite more births yet to
unfurl?

What is life without the vivaciously boisterous
rainbow; the countless myriad of eclectic shades in
vibrant life; which made you bask in the full glory of
your priceless existence?

What is life without ebulliently compassionate
artistry; the unbelievably fantastic aura of the
entire Universe; so brilliantly portrayed upon the
trajectory of the; emphatically silken canvas?

What is life without ingratiatingly twinkling stars;
the magically opalescent fountain of shimmer that
eternally radiated; after the heart of charmingly
gracious midnight?

What is life without enigmatically evoking intuition;
the uncanny forest of inexplicable dreams; which
blended so splendidly with every ingredient of your
poignant blood?

What is life without ubiquitously blooming humanity;
the thread of everlastingly benevolent empathy; which
so euphorically coalesced all religions; caste; creed;
and tribes in whirlpools of mankind; alike?

What is life without ecstatic fireballs of breath; the
astoundingly tumultuous reinvigoration which it
endlessly imparted; to march forward as a messiah of
invincibly divine peace?

What is life without diligently bestowing prayer; the
unassailable mantras of humanity; that harmoniously
metamorphosed the manipulatively bedraggled planet
once again; into a Godly paradise?

And over and above all; what is life without
immortally unconquerable love; which was the only
Omnipotent panache to timelessly live; and let forever
and ever and ever symbiotically survive…..

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»What is the need of?

 

What is the need of spuriously artificial bulb light;
when we have the natural light of the majestically
fulminating and Omnipotent Sun; ubiquitously
disseminating perpetual rays of hope in every dwelling
besieged with horrendous despair?

What is the need of capriciously artificial cologne
scent; when we have the natural cocoon of vibrantly
blossoming roses in the field; timelessly placating
tumultuously aggrieved nerves with the magic of
fragrant togetherness?

What is the need of bombastically inflated
air-conditioner; when we have the natural draughts of
exuberant breeze; enchantingly blowing to pave a
pathway of rhapsodic ebullience; even in the most
devastated of lives?

What is the need of manipulatively blended factory
made sweetness; when we have unfathomable tons of
natural honey delectably oozing from the
grandiloquently rambunctious hives; infiltrating each
beleaguered life with; astronomically priceless
sweetness?

What is the need of vindictively bottled and
artificial spices; when we have indefatigable fields
of piquant chili; the natural waves of the gigantic
ocean; profoundly perpetuating each despicably
shattered life; with the poignant elixir to exotically
survive?

What is the need of sleazily scintillating artificial
jewelry; when we have the marvelously royal oyster;
bountifully culminating into a forest of
ingratiatingly euphoric pearls; enlightening every
dreary heart and the gory retribution of the night;
with milky innocence; alike?

What is the need of the diabolically looming
fortresses of mortal and obdurately insensitive steel;
when we have the natural entrenchments of perennial
mankind; compassionately sequestering even the most
tyrannically penurious; in its handsomely sacrosanct
belly?

What is the need of insidiously gaudy color towering
on each road; when we have the vivaciously natural
rainbow shimmering enthrallingly in fathomless bits of
sky; enlightening the life of all those miserably
shattered; with beams of astounding dexterity?

What is the need of seductively raunchy and
pathetically lewd films; when we have the naturally
tantalizing carpet of crimson clouds floating in the
sky; gorgeously titillating even the most remotely
sweltering cranny of this Universe; with thunderbolts
of fascinating rain?

What is the need of lethally venomous guns and an
anarchic arcade of treacherous bombs; when we have the
regally natural blanket of home soil; patriotically
blazing in impregnably triumphant glory; above even
the most diabolically infidel of traitors?

What is the need of lecherously tainted and
ludicrously mechanized cloth; when we have impeccably
natural fields of sprawling cotton; chivalrously
shielding every orphaned and rich alike; in the
heavenly enclosure of its immaculate warmth?

What is the need of bizarrely lugubrious and
artificially made somber coffins; when we have the
naturally celestial trenches of mud; to harbor and
eternally rest the departed mind; body and soul?

What is the need of nonchalantly dolorous strips of
trademarked sunglass; when we have the pricelessly
natural fold of sensuous lids blissfully encapsulating
the drearily exhausted eyeball; imparting it with
heavenly rejuvenation; even under the most
acrimoniously belligerent fireball of Sun?

What is the need of baselessly opulent distilled water
geysers; when we have the exuberantly natural cascades
of the sparkling waterfalls to bathe under; profoundly
reinvigorate even the most morbidly deadened arena of
the crumbling skin?

What is the need of preposterously bludgeoning beats
of the meaningless discotheque; when we have the
naturally melodious and divinely cadence of the
nightingale supremely appease; even the most veritably
extinguishing organs of our body?

What is the need of dastardly computers invidiously
flashing axioms of truth; when we have the innocuous
wails of the freshly born infant; irrefutably
proclaiming the cosmos of unassailable righteousness
every unfurling minute of the day?

What is the need of nonchalantly lackadaisical
tantras; mantras; and religious fanaticism; when we
have the Omnisciently Natural blessings of the
Almighty Lord; to give us the unprecedented tenacity;
of victoriously transcending over the most
horrifically hostile; of path?

What is the need of worthlessly puffed up cylinders of
artificial oxygen; when we have the Omnipresently
natural cisterns of unsurpassably unending air all
around; miraculously pacifying even the most gorily
dying jacket of lungs?

And what is the need of insipidly bulky pacemakers
incessantly trying to revive the beats of the
vanishing heart; when we have the immortally natural
paradise of unconquerable love; not only ensuring that
the heart stayed young forever; but perpetually sought
love and was wonderfully alive? ? ?



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»What is the use

 

What is the use of a mirror that does not reflect pellucid images,
fails to
portray the true identity of an individual,

What is the use of a cow which does not give milk; keeps incessantly
munching
tones of green grass,

What is the use of a concrete road, which is unable to hold traffic;
buckles
down under the impact of vehicular load,

What is the use of a tree which does not bear succulent fruit; refrains
to
yield satiny shadows in order to cool dreary passengers,
What is the use of an aircraft, which stumbles to take off; let apart
transport hordes of passengers,

What is the use of a pen that fails to write; inundate the spotless
demeanor
of bonded paper with umpteenth lines of literature,

What is the use of robust feet, which are unable to walk; transferring
their
possessors to their required place of destination,

What is the use of articulate fingers, which incorrigibly refuse to
draw;
hoist the slightest of load from ground,
What is the use of a slimy spider web that fails to imprison innocuous
insects; snaps into multiple fragments at the tiniest of caress,

What is the use of car which refrains to start; stutters every
unleashing
second when traversing the lanes,

What is the use of a black thundercloud, which refrains to rain;
sprinkle upon
the parched earth bountiful droplets of water,

What is the use of a bell, which doesn't produce a shrill sound when
rung;
lies insipid and limp even when struck voraciously,

What is the use of a bird, which doesn’t fly uninhibitedly in the sky;
indolently sleeps in its nest on soil,

What is the use of teeth, which fail to chew food; grinding it
scrupulously to
facilitate digestion,

What is the use of a river, which does not flow; remains stagnant
harboring a
plethora of dead weed and dirt,

What is the use of the sun in the cosmos which does not shine; holding
back
its radiance and scintillating light from fumigating the earth,

What is the use of stars which do not twinkle resplendently at night;
illuminate the gloomy ambience with rays of exuberant hope,

What is the use of eyes, which cannot see; admire the mesmerizing
beauty of
the globe,

What is the use of lips, which don’t smile; effusively express feelings
of
warmth and congeniality,

What is the use of humans which don’t procreate their progeny; fail to
imbibe
the essence of sharing in their counterpart mates,
What is the use of mud sprawled on the ground; unable to bear crop;
blowing
with the wind to settle in a bedraggled heap,

What is the use of sword, which miserably fails in protecting its
master; in
the end becomes an inevitable cause of his assassination,

What is the use of a lock, which opens with the most mundane of key;
enabling
burglars to pilfer and plunder at their free will,

What is the use of a scorpion, which is unable to sting; inject its
lethal
venom when it matters the most,

What is the use of life which is bereft of adventure; the philanthropic
spirit
to propagate peace,

And what is the use of a palpable heart which fails to beat even after
witnessing true love; remains confined to realms of stringent
sophistication.


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»What made you ever think?

 

What made you ever think; that you could exult in the exotic night;
without
slogging it out under the sweltering sun of the afternoon?

What made you ever think; that you could leap to the summit of Everest,
without even being able to crawl on the ground?

What made you ever think; that you could gulp gallons of intoxicating
wine,
without even tasting colorless water?

What made you ever think; that you could start singing like the
magnificent
orchestra, when infact you had stupendous difficulty even to talk?

What made you ever think; that you could swim in the choppy sea,
without even
knowing how to float in the placid pool of water?

What made you ever think; that you could write infinite lines of
literature;
without even being able to spell primitive words?

What made you ever think; that you could become the supreme president;
without
even being able to execute clerical work?

What made you ever think; that you could break the gargantuan brick
with a
single punch of yours; when infact you didn’t even possess the power to
kill
an inconspicuous mosquito?

What made you ever think; that you could fly the huge aircraft; without
even
knowing how to balance a tricycle?

What made you ever think; that you could converse articulately for
hours on
the trot, when infact you miserably floundered even to utter a single
word?

What made you ever think; that you could stand barechested on the
freezing
iceberg; when infact you shivered incessantly even in the slightest
draught of
wind?

What made you ever think; that you could see behind solid walls; when
infact
you didn’t even possess the capacity of recognizing magnified objects
infront
of your eyes?

What made you ever think; that you could walk on the tight rope with a
mask
camouflaging your face; when infact you couldn’t even maintain your
balance on
the most strongest of ground?

What made you ever think; that you could sketch the mesmerizing Mona
Lisa;
when infact you always held the pencil upside down?

What made you ever think; that you could design an incredulous robot;
when
infact you mistook every chunk of wood for sparks of electricity?

What made you ever think; that you could emulate the royal prince; when
infact
you couldn’t even hold the spoon properly in your hands?

What made you ever think; that you could be the Creator; when infact
you
didn’t even remember your own birth date?

What made you ever think; that you could romance for times immemorial;
when
infact you didn’t even know the first alphabet of Love?

And what on earth made you ever think; that you could grow old and die
tomorrow; when infact you didn’t even have the slightest of tenacity;
crumbled
like a pack of soggy cards every unfurling minute today?


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»What purpose did life have to exist?

 

What purpose did the grass have to exist; without the
astoundingly scintillating sheath of perpetual
dewdrops; the mystical rejuvenation that they imparted
at the crack of every ethereally ebullient dawn?

What purpose did the sky have to exist; without the
crimson conglomerate of handsomely thunderous clouds;
the vivacious charisma that they imparted by
indefatigably clashing and culminating into torrential
thunderballs of mesmerizing rain?

What purpose did the mountains have to exist; without
the majestically glittering festoon of invincible
peaks; the unassailable ardor that they imparted all
night and sweltering day?

What purpose did the trees have to exist; without the
aristocratic fountain of exotically sensuous leaves;
the princely charisma that they imparted; with the
serenely rustling and tranquil breeze?

What purpose did the mother have to exist; without the
impeccably new born child; the godly rays of newness
that it imparted; with each of its princely wails?

What purpose did the rose have to exist; without the
boisterously buzzing honey bee; the unfathomable tons
of nectar it blissfully secreted; nimbly perched on
the ravishingly voluptuous petals?

What purpose did the castle have to exist; without its
stupendously royal garland of kings and queens; the
unassailable spirit of triumph that they irrefutably
provided; to even the most remotely lackadaisical of
its barren walls?

What purpose did the soil have to exist; without the
quintessential cistern of priceless fertility; the
amazingly prolific and indispensable elixir of life;
which blissfully spawned endlessly vibrant life?

What purpose did the night have to exist; without the
resplendently milky curtain of enthralling moonlight;
the timelessly alluring beams of immaculate white;
which profoundly enlightened every cranny of
dolorously murderous stillness?

What purpose did the gutters have to exist; without
the abominably abhorrent pigs; the savagely uncouth
stomachs of theirs; which scrapped every iota of dirt
forever; within lightening seconds of time?

What purpose did the deserts have to exist; without
the overwhelmingly sweltering landscape of blistering
sands; the disdainfully acrimonious heat that they
imparted; and that too smilingly for centuries
immemorial?

What purpose did the avalanches have to exist; without
the austerely frozen winds of winter; the deathly
chill that held their gruesomely appalling contours;
stoically in the most meticulous of shape?

What purpose did the web have to exist; without the
inscrutably silken spider; the incomprehensible
entrenchment of enthrallment that it imparted; while
indefatigably interweaving through the gorgeously
satiny strands?

What purpose did the eyes have to exist; without the
panoramically wonderful kaleidoscope of beauty around;
the spell binding reinvigoration that it uninhibitedly
imparted; to one and all; holistically alike?

What purpose did the battlefields have to exist;
without the patriotically marching soldiers; the
intrepid waves of impregnable triumph that they
imparted; while unequivocally shedding their life for
the sake of their sacred countrymen?

What purpose did the treasuries have to exist; without
the unlimited cistern of opulently glittering gold;
the unbelievably grandiloquent aura that it imparted
for the entire world to; salaciously witness?

What purpose did the mind have to exist; without the
ecstatically swirling whirlpool of untamed fantasy;
the divinely fascinating cloud of romantic
philandering that it imparted; forever to the drearily
tyrannized nerves?

What purpose did the nostrils have to exist; without
the pricelessly vibrant forest of mystically piquant
breath; the unconquerable jacket of oligarchic life
that it imparted; to every hopelessly wandering
living; inundated with turbulent distress?

And what purpose did life have to exist; without the
invincible jewel of compassionate love; the Omnipotent
thread of egalitarian sharing that it celestially
instilled in all mankind; to bond them forever and
ever and ever; in the perpetual religion of humanity?


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»What reason had you?

 

IF THE SMALL and inconspicuously tiny ant; could
foment the mammoth elephant to collapse on the ground,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


If the dainty and fragile wave had the power all by
itself to gradually culminate into the entire and
colossal ocean,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


If the minuscule spider could spin its web again at
thunderbolt speeds; even after it was viciously
destroyed infinite number of times,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


If the man who was completely blind; bereft of
indispensable centers of sight; could browse through
boundless lines of Braille in a single day,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


If the frigid looking and slimy worm could build a
mountain of mud; within just a matter of few hours;
dexterously carrying small pints of sand on its back,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


If the newly born infant could win over a million
hearts; without even uttering a word; just by the
virtue of its innocuous smile,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


If the single and infinitesimal flame of candle could
illuminate the entire cover of ghastly darkness; as it
burnt waveringly inside the solitary hut,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


If the child horrendously orphaned since birth; could
become the Prime Minister of his country one fine day,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


If the profoundly lazy and potbellied tortoise; could
win the race even when competing with the whirlwind
speed rabbit,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


If the miserably stone deaf beggar; could sing
melodious songs of enchanting music; being oblivious
to the most faintest trace of sound since his very
birth,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


And If the person even after being dead for infinite
years; be immortally present everywhere through the
spirit of his benevolent deeds,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life
and lag behind?


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»What the entire wealth couldnt purchase

 

What the entire palace wasn’t able to offer; with its towering rooms
studded
with scintillating jewels,
Was imparted by the dingy little seaside hut; with swirling waves of
the
ocean; intermittently submerging it with coats of rejuvenating spray.

What the entire pool of water wasn’t able to offer; with mesmerizing
fountains
cascading all over,
Was imparted by the miserly waterfall; pacifying the thirst of
wanderers in
the blistering currents of summer.

What the entire air-conditioner wasn’t able to offer; gargantuan
coolers
blowing at full velocity refrained from providing,
Was imparted by a single draught of wind; drifting with the rustling
branches
of the forest; inundating your senses with a serene calm.

What the entire electric bulb wasn’t able to offer; with a barrage of
lights
flickering incessantly throughout the day,
Was imparted by solitary rays of the sun; the tenacity in its fire
blazing
through the corridors of gloomy space.

What the entire magic wasn’t able to offer; shows portraying the same
held in
ostentatious halls; in an ambience of superfluous pomp,
Was imparted by the mystical mountain; the echoes reverberating loud
and
enigmatic through its unfathomably deep gorge.

What the entire barrel of wine wasn’t able to offer; sparkling mugs of
beer
and elixir miserably dithered to produce,
Was imparted by a single stream of salubrious milk; oozing
painstakingly from
the belly of the sacrosanct cow.

What the entire bottle of scent wasn’t able to offer; the plethora of
blends
floundered in making the aroma evoke,
Was imparted by a single rose; with the redolence wafting from its
petals
drowning you in waves of immortal euphoria.

What the entire orphanage wasn’t able to offer; the delinquent nurses
deviated
from doing,
Was imparted by the impeccable mother; the gentle passion in her palms
putting
the child to blissful sleep.

What the entire thesaurus on religion wasn’t able to offer; the
sanctimonious
priests on umpteenth occasions wavered to deliver,
Was imparted by the omniscient creator; the magnetism in his eyes;
solving all
quandaries besieging life.

And what the entire wealth in this world wasn’t able to offer; the
dungeons
replete with glittering gold and silver failed to imprison,
Was imparted by your beloved; that every draught of her breath granting
you a
thousand lives; that every beat of her heart passionately whispering in
your
ears to be alive.


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»What to do with this heart?

 

I could perhaps control my brain; diverting it to a
billion other directions of mesmerizing beauty and
unparalleled enchantment,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
unrelentingly bounced to an infinite kilometers beyond
the horizons of emptiness in clear sky; without her
magically royal shadow by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; profusely sedating
it without listening to a trifle of its choice; with
the most efficaciously inclement tranquilizers,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
reverberated more thunderously than the most untamed
lightening and storm; without her unbelievably
mellifluous voice by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; maliciously
poisoning it against the most ethereal of emotion on
this Universe; everytime it commenced to inexplicably
cry,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats lost every
trace of direction; went ludicrously haywire even in
the most brilliantly explicit Sunlight; without her
magnanimously bestowing palms by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; treacherously
rebuking it to such an ignominiously contemptuous
threshold; that it became oblivious to its very own
voice,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats drowned a
zillion feet beneath the coffin of nothingness;
without the rhapsodically effulgent sweetness of her
existence by their side…


I could perhaps control my brain; mechanically
attuning it to the mundane vagaries of survival;
dictating upon it that the mantra of survival of the
fittest was the only mantra that it should profoundly
realize,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats dimmed to
a lackadaisical singleton in the entire day; without
her miraculously alleviating aura by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; whiplashing it with
the severest of medicinal injection; so that it
couldn’t conceive an iota beyond the aisles of mundane
practicality,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats withered
more faster than preposterously slippery quick sand;
without her innocuously righteous stare by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; splitting it apart
into an unsurpassable halves; as it started to
reminisce those moments when we first divinely met,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats shook
hands with murderous apocalypses of hedonistic hell;
without her pristinely humanitarian stride by their
side…

I could perhaps control my brain; metamorphosing its
structure surgically; from one that remained obsessed
solely with her desire; to one that nonchalantly moved
step by step with the ruthlessly robotic planet
outside,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
uncompromisingly cried tears of raw blood for an
infinite more lifetimes; without her fructifying
dynamite of blissful energy by their side…

I could perhaps control my brain; neutralizing even
the most evanescent of its intricate emotionality;
with the salaciously cold-blooded poison of current
world commercialism and inevitable corruption,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats trembled
more vociferously than the tremors of the most
devastating earthquake; without her timelessly
blossoming fragrance by their side…


I could perhaps control my brain; inexhaustibly
subjugating it with chains of concentratedly Spartan
meditation; whenever it wandered towards memories of
gloriously triumphant past,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats were
rendering me an unfathomable billion torturous deaths
even though I was veritably alive; without the spirit
of her immortally Omnipotent love by their side…

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reserved.
 
»What use was it?

 

You might be having the most powerful arms on this
Universe; harboring Herculean strength in their
formidable biceps,
But what use were they when you utilized them to
indiscriminately trample the innocent; instead of
defending your fellow comrades withering towards the
tenterhooks of absolutely despicable extinction?

You might be having the most mesmerizing eyes in this
Universe; majestically shimmering under profusely
golden rays of the Sun,
But what use were they when you utilized them to sight
and blend with the evil; instead of helping innocent
beings when hell rained down severely upon their
spotless countenance?

You might be having the most magnificent smiles on
this Universe; blossoming into a festoon of stupendous
grandiloquence; as the moon cast its resplendence on
mundane mud,
But what use were they when you utilized them to
appease the hideously manipulative; instead of
embracing orphaned children; trembling without their
parents and benevolent mankind?

You might be having the most robust complexioned palms
in this Universe; impregnated with a myriad of destiny
lines which were veritably unconquerable from all
sides,
But what use were they when you utilized them to
behead immaculate scalps like frigid matchsticks;
instead of wiping of the tears from all those mothers;
completely shattered and devastated in life?

You might be having the most talented brain in this
Universe; astoundingly remembering even the first
alphabet you spoke at birth; even while you about to
relinquish your last breath,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to evolve
weapons of deadly destruction; instead of
metamorphosing God’s planet once again; into a
splendid paradise?

You might be having the most spell binding voice on
this Universe; engendering boundless heads to rivet
towards you; the instant you unveiled your mouth,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to uncouthly
abuse the old and depriving; instead of soothing the
trauma in bereaved hearts with the ingratiating melody
in your sound?

You might be having the most mystical shadow in this
Universe; fluttering like the heavens at the onset of
charismatically seductive twilight,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to
stealthily creep and strangulate your impeccably
sleeping mates; instead of profoundly enlightening the
lives of those brutally drugged with monotonous malice
?

You might be having the most tenacious conscience on
this Universe; absorbing even the unfathomably
sinister in your obdurately resilient swirl,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to
disseminate tornado’s of ungainly guilt; instead of
guiding the despairing world outside towards
optimistic light?

And you might be having the most passionate heart on
this Universe; throbbing more ardently than the
brilliantly flaming Sun,
But what use was it; when you utilized it satanically
to assassinate celestially divine relationships;
instead of bonding people of different tribes all
across the fathomless continent; with threads of
IMMORTAL LOVE….? ?


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