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»When I touched your Omnipresent feet

 

When I shook hands with your Omnipotent grace; I felt
as if I had shaken hands with the entire world,
When I ran with you on the shimmering sea shores; I
felt as if I had run in harmony with the entire world,
When I conversed with you sitting on the opalescent
cushion of velvety stars; I felt as if I had conversed
with the entire world,
When I played hide and seek with you amidst the
pugnacious body of fulminating Sun and black clouds; I
felt as if I had played with the entire world,
When I ate food with you perched delectably on the
sprawling tree leaf; I felt as if I had eaten food
with the entire world,
When I wrote a letter to you profoundly lost in an
ocean of surreal fantasy; I felt as if written
letters to the entire world,
When I eloped with you after midnight to admire
flamboyant fish swimming in the resplendent stream; I
felt as if I had eloped with the entire world,
When I gallivanted on the horse with you at enchanting
dawn; I felt as if I had gallivanted freely with the
entire world,
When I whispered mysteriously in your omniscient ears;
I felt as if I had whispered in the ears of the entire
world,
When I smiled at your supremely sacrosanct visage; I
felt as if I had smiled at the entire world,
When I admired your magnificently royal demeanor; I
felt as if had admired the demeanor of the entire
world,
When I sketched your unfathomably fabulous aura; I
felt as if I had sketched the entire world,
When I relished your immortal caress over my serenely
closed eyelids; I felt as if had relished the caress
of the entire world,
When I stared unrelentingly at your spell binding
countenance; I felt as if I had stared at the entire
world,
When I inundated your towering body with festoons of
roses and reinvigorating scent; I felt as if I had
inundated the entire world,
When I sat for indefatigable number of hours in the
presence of your revered company; I felt as if I had
sat placidly with the entire world,
When I slept in the entrenchment of your stupendously
alluring and sacred shadow; I felt as if I had slept
in blissful synchrony with the entire world,
When I stood like an invincible fortress by your
divinely form; audaciously prepared to take away any
evil upon my miniscule stature before it tried to
creep towards your Godly form; I felt as if I had
stood ground for the entire world,
When I perceived your ingratiatingly boundless form
incessantly in the top most compartments of my mind; I
felt as if I had conceived each and every entity
existing in the entire world,
When I cried uncontrollably as you abruptly
disappeared without the slightest of intimation; I
felt as if I had cried for the entire world,
When I left my destiny wholesomely in your palms; I
felt as if I had left the destiny of the entire world,
And when I touched your omnipresent feet; kissing your
divine toes for being blessed upon with the
unflinching prowess to fight life; I felt as if I had
touched the feet of the entire world; the entire and
colossal Universe…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»When I wandered through the lane of love

 

When I philandered through the winding lanes of the
mountain; I encountered an
assemblage of vivacious trees and nimble rabbit,

When I strolled through lanes of the dense jungle; I
encountered a maze of
cloistered passage along with white water streams,

When I audaciously walked through lanes of freezing
ice-cream; I encountered
tenacious currents of cold; that made me shiver,

When I vehemently transgressed through lanes of
roaring fire; I encountered
blistering flames; which almost charred me to
inconspicuous ash,

When I sedately trespassed through lanes of blossoming
flower; I encountered
clusters of humming bee; with a mesmerizing fragrance
circumventing my
nostrils,

When I skeptically languished through lanes of the
mental asylum; I
encountered a fleet of barbaric madmen; trying to
snatch the last ounce of
breath from my persona,

When I gleefully floated in the satiny lanes of the
cotton clouds; I
encountered brilliant sunshine blended with showers of
inclement rain,

When I loitered aimlessly through sandy lanes of the
desert; I encountered
acrimonious heat; sapping the last resources of hidden
energy from my body,

When I ambled laboriously through sequestered lanes of
the gigantic tunnel; I
encountered gruesome darkness that sent uncanny chills
down my spine; made me
nostalgically long for sunshine,

When I ran at fast pace across lanes of slippery beach
sands; I encountered
poignant froth juxtaposed with fiery salt smashing
across my eyes,

When I gallivanted on horseback through the lanes of
the rustic farm; I
encountered the ravishing aroma of corn; listened
attentively to the intricate
dribbling of milk from cow teats,

When I crawled like a new born child through the lanes
of surreal fantasy; I
encountered scores of fairies; a blissful paradise
where god resided,

When I marched through the lanes of disdainful hatred;
I encountered
disparaging corruption; the savage discrimination of
my fellow mates,

When I pervaded across ghastly lanes of hell in the
sky; I encountered satanic
demons relishing blood from dead carcass of humans,

When I intransigently marauded through lanes of the
underground dungeon; I
encountered hidden gold; with a scorpion occasionally
drifting down my neck,

When I jogged through crowded lanes of the mundane
city; I encountered hostile
traffic; and obnoxious clouds of smoke prompting me to
deafeningly sneeze,

When I roamed through lanes of illicit crime; I
encountered a township of
bloodshed; brutal massacres of the innocent,

And eventually when I wandered through the lane of
uninhibited love; I hereby
found the perpetual heaven that I was so frantically
searching for.





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»When I was a child

 

WHEN I WAS A child I thought of devouring immaculate chunks of white butter,
Today I contemplated the price before purchasing monetary gifts for pleasure.


When I was a child I clambered up tall trees; to pluck nutritious fruit,
Today I pondered on the various ramifications; which could possibly occur when the farmer caught me red handed.


When I was a child I played vociferously in mud; making inarticulate cakes of cow dung plaster,
Today I refrained from going near wet land; on the flimsy grounds of having my trousers coated with obnoxious dirt.


When I was a child I got up early in the morning; relishing cool air while walking towards school,
Today I woke up with startled jerks; with darkness fully camouflaged in the sun; to rush in a jiffy towards office.


When I was a child I played for incessant hours in the evening with my cluster of friends, Today I retired in front of the television screen; with a glass of cold beverage; at the onset of twilight.


When I was a child I demonstrated a plethora of emotions when profoundly agitated, Today I had risen to holistic degrees of self control; scrutinizing my mistakes before I cried.


When I was a child I took the supreme liberty of hiding amongst a fleet of guests arriving at our dwelling,
Today I audaciously shook hands with the same; conversed for indefatigable hours with them on matters of common parlance.


When I was a child I voraciously read a battalion of thrilling mysteries,
Today I completely engulfed myself in deciphering; intricate quotes of the stock market.


When I was a child I listened to my elders with rapt attention and intense enthusiasm,
Today I chalked policies of my own; implementing them with loads of fortified conviction.


When I was a child; beads of sweat dribbled down my nape after witnessing a ghastly scene from the movie,
Today I didn't budge an inch from my seat; after sighting the same; as I knew it was fictitious.


When I was a child I had no hesitation asking for money from my ancestors,
Today I felt thoroughly abashed; asking them to gratify my distinctly penurious state.


When I was a child I chortled into pools of uninhibited laughter; at someone awkwardly dressed,
Today I emitted out sly smiles; in order that the individual didn't feel humiliating and bad.


When I was a child I hardly had time to think about the vagaries of mystical world, Today I spent hours pondering on a jugglery of consequences that would unleash; if I wasn't careful.


When I was a child I thought the most onerous thing existing was to study,
Today I felt that it was the process of earning; that was the most cumbersome of them all.


When I was a child; those were the times I was oblivious to reality; solely living in a world of tailor made fantasy,
While today I had crossed the realms of maturity; acclimatized to the harsh reality; and desperately wished I was that unscrupulous child once again. …



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»When I wasnt breathing

 

When I wasn’t blissfully snoring; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
cistern of stupendously rhapsodic and gloriously majestic Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t unsurpassably fantasizing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
garden of ingeniously magical and miraculously mitigating Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t superbly adventuring; I was still inexhaustibly writing
an
ocean of bountifully resplendent and timelessly undefeated Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t scrumptiously relishing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
playground of optimistically enlightening and unbelievably royal
Immortal
Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t limitlessly triumphing; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
cascade of beautifully panoramic and effulgently liberating Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t pricelessly smiling; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
lantern of unendingly vibrant and inscrutably tantalizing Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t gloriously partying; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
paradise of eternally vivacious and pristinely redolent Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t unassailably inspiring; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
festoon of incredulously ameliorating and perpetually compassionate
Immortal
Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t magnanimously feasting; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
cocoon of symbiotically philanthropic and ubiquitously coalescing
Immortal
Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t ebulliently fornicating; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
mist of wonderfully reinvigorating and blessedly burgeoning Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t flirtatiously winking; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
swirl of brilliantly untainted and Omnipotently ecstatic Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t mellifluously singing; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
heaven of iridescently innovative and spectacularly celestial Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t synergistically relaxing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
pearl of unconquerably seductive and unprecedentedly enamoring Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t amiably conversing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
palette of majestically invincible and Omnipresently procreating
Immortal
Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t holistically earning; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
canvas of inimitably untamed and fragrantly altruistic Immortal Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t unceasingly exultating; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
tunnel of mystically replenishing and perennially enthralling Immortal
Love
Poetry,

When I wasn’t devoutly praying; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
meadow
of vividly glorifying and fearlessly jubilant Immortal Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t ardently dancing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
rainbow
of poignantly marvelous and unshakably subliming Immortal Love Poetry,

When I wasn’t unstoppably admiring; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
mirror of truthfully Omnipresent and inherently revealing Immortal Love
Poetry,

And when I wasn’t quintessentially breathing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a cosmos of unbreakably everlasting and universally bonding
Immortal
Love Poetry….


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»When in deep sleep

 

When in deep sleep you seemed like an immaculate angel; breathing
heavily with
incoherent sounds emanating from your semi open lips,
While the instant you awakened; you pummeled your fists against the
wall;
clenched your teeth in indignation.

When in deep sleep you seemed to be profoundly oblivious to your
surroundings;
with your lids firmly agglutinated to your eyeball,
While the instant you awakened; you cast a series of despicable looks;
castigating me severely for the inconspicuous smudges aligning the
furniture.

When in deep sleep you changed positions umpteenth times in a minute;
with
your clothes strewn in a disheveled heap,
While the instant you awakened you stringently made sure that I sat up
straight without flinching the least; the attire that I wore was neatly
creased and meticulously ironed.

When in deep sleep you mystically smiled; perhaps envisaging the
fairies in
the cosmos; with an enchanting glow encompassing your facial contours,
While the instant you awakened you were crimson with anger; rebuked me
for not
scrupulously washing my face.

When in deep sleep you inadvertently caressed my hair; fondling with my
cheeks
as if admiring their pudgy softness,
While the instant you awakened you were aghast at being late for
office;
slapped me hard for not braiding my hair.
When in deep sleep you unwittingly uttered all those things stored well
within
your heart; vanquishing all apprehensions that engulfed your
silhouette,
While the instant you awakened you started manipulating the words to
speak;
refrained from giving me the tiniest of insinuation.

When in deep sleep you sometimes walked innocuously; languishing in the
aisles
of romantic fantasy,
While the instant you awakened you uncouthly barked orders for a cup of
tea;
splashed the same on the walls when it was not sizzling to the
temperature you
desired.

When in deep sleep you wriggled inside the cozy delights of your quilt;
blissfully exploring the moisture beneath the pillow you slept,
While the instant you awakened you threw aside the covers in intense
infuriation; frantically searching for your radiant watch and
glistening
chain.

When in deep sleep you unconsciously laughed; when I poked a thin blade
of
grass in your ears; gave me a celestial smile,
While the instant you awakened you barked a volley of abashing
expletives;
condemning me for not polishing your shoes.

When in deep sleep you were the perfect husband for whom I had heaps of
adulation; while the instant you awakened I had lost all reverence for
your
persona,
As I wished and prayed fervently to the almighty; to transform you like
the
way you were 'WHEN IN DEEP SLEEP'.



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»When I woke up from sleep

 

The mammoth elephants in the forest; made a thunderous
noise; bellowing
rambunctious wails of sound from their trunk,
Inundating the placid ambience with obstreperous
cacophony; I still slept
peacefully; with my hair drooling over my eyes.

The unruly traffic on the roads chugged smoke
blatantly; honking unnecessarily
in wee hours of the night,
Permeating the carpet of air with incongruous noise; I
still slept like a
horse; thoroughly lost in the realms of dreamy
fantasy.

The bedraggled urchins on the street shouted
vociferously; flexing their lungs
to monumental capacity,
Striking the cricket ball hard; with a glass pane
shattering occasionally; I
still slept unperturbed; with the furry blanket over
my head.

An army of obnoxious mosquitoes hovered in the
vicinity of my intricate ear;
buzzing incessantly tunes of insipid exasperation,
Evacuating precious blood from my succulent skin; I
still slept like a prince;
with innocuous saliva oozing from my mouth.

The indiscriminate party of burglars marauded my
house; pilfering all the
wealth they could their hands to,
Making a flurry of conspicuous sounds in the process;
I still slept like a
gigantic whale; with heavy snores emanating from my
partially opened mouth.

Herculean drops of rain water struck against my
kitchen window; accompanied by
sounds of stringent thunder and lightning,
With turbulent wind gushing right past my face; I
still slept like a tortoise
with its head receded way inside its stomach.

Irate trespassers punched the doorbell with passionate
fervor; incessantly
doing the same with renewed gusto,
Piercing the atmosphere with disdainful noises of the
monotonous alarm; I
still slept with an enchanting smile on my lips;
thoroughly oblivious to
sound.

There were communal riots going on in the street
below; a plethora of shops
were submerged by pugnacious fire,
Hordes of people fled their dwelling; ran berserk for
their lives
helter-skelter; I still slept like a drunkard; rolling
languidly in my
inebriated state.

Multiple buildings shook as an aftermath of vicious
tremors; infinite walls of
solid concrete incorporated prominent cracks,
The entire structure reverberated with the unleashing
impact of earthquake; I
still slept like a dead log; with my eyes formidably
shut to the proceedings.

It was at that very moment she entered my room; her
perpetual fragrance
tickled my conscience,
The aura of her magnificence rekindling my
impoverished soul,
There took incredulous transformations in my body; and
I woke up with a
startled look on my face; staring unrelentingly into
her mystical eyes; and I
didn’t sleep thereafter.



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»When I wrote her name

 

When I wrote her name with light fountain ink; on the naked parchment of white paper,
It appeared almost invisible; failed to portray the fervent intensity of our romance.

When I inscribed her name on the walls; using exquisite quality of floral paints,
There emanated an ethereal fragrance of flower; although it failed to highlight the main ingredient of our love.

When I scribbled her name on the slippery beach sands; using a chiseled twig,
The calligraphy embossed looked amusing; although it soon got washed in entirety by the gushing waves.

When I painted her name on scintillating glass; using vibrant strokes of steel gray,
The printing was so scrupulous and neat; that it miserably failed to depict the tenacity of our relationship.

When I wrote her name on the black board; using a cylindrical stick of expensive chalk,
It appeared clear and bold; although it couldn’t yet provoke even the slightest of sentiment; and the professor soon scrubbed it clean with his duster.

When I embedded her name on a triangular biscuit of gold; using my switchblade knife,
It appeared grandiloquently studded; although it gave our love a look of ostentatious flattery.

When I symmetrically carved her name on the soft tree bark; using the corrugated drill,
It appeared astoundingly clear from a far distance; although it failed to convey our immortality; as the next second a nomad chopped it down.

When I incorporated her name on the voluptuous cake; using an icing of aromatic peppermint,
It looked romantically enticing; although it couldn’t display the essence of our romance; soon lost its charm as a battalion of ants and insets crawled all over.

When I painstakingly penned her name on glittering diamonds; using a solution of shimmering silver,
It appeared kingly and aristocratic; although it failed to highlight the hardships we had undergone to make our love an intransigent success.

And when I wrote her name on my chest; using rusty nails and a gleaming blade,
Pools of blood dribbled down my ribs; rendering me virtually unconscious; but this time it spoke fathomless volumes of our immense dedication,
With each droplet of blood; reflecting the unconquerable tenacity of our everlasting love.
 
»When in love

 

Even if you slapped me hard in my cheek; mercilessly whipping the succulent flesh of my body,
I would still bow down my head in obeisance; proclaim vociferously to the world that I loved you.

Even if you spat on me loads of your tangy saliva; castigating me openly amidst scores of civilians; for the most inadvertent of my mistakes,
I would still offer you a glass of spring water to mollify your anger; say audaciously that I loved you.

Even if you starved me of food for the entire day; refraining to cast an amicable look in my direction,
I would still endeavor my best to make you frivolously smile; trying to enlighten the pallid atmosphere; declare without hesitancy that I loved you.

Even if you made me polish the dilapidated floors till they shone like mirrors; dictatorially commanded me to wipe your shoes,
I would still worship your feet in due reverence; whisper to the obdurate brick walls that I loved you.

Even if you made me iron your ostentatious clothes; dressing me in threadbare sacs of corrugated jute,
I would still engulf you with the extra rag on my body; when you were shivering; sobbing hysterically in front of you to convey that I loved you.

Even if you shut your eyes when I confronted you; smirking haughtily when I tried to utter the most diminutive of sound,
I would still carry you to your bed when your dreary toes floundered to hold their weight on the ground; kiss you gently on your lips to portray I loved you.

Even if you deliberately snapped off my car brakes; making sure I met with a ghastly accident the next time I drove,
I would still utter your name while lying submerged in pools of greasy blood; shout as hard as I could expend my lungs to say that I loved you.

Even if you wished derogatory for me night and day; ominously stared at me for no fault of mine,
I would still pray to the creator to impregnate your life with bountiful riches; ubiquitously disclose that I loved you.

Even if you pushed me from the aircraft hovering at an unprecedented altitude in the clouds; waiting anxiously to witness the scenario of my inevitable death,
I would still smile compassionately at you; fervently hoping to witness your grace again in the next birth; unanimously declare to all that I loved you before I relinquished breath.

Do you want to know the secret behind my blatantly irrational behavior; the cause for my uninhibited sacrifice,
Well its simply this darling; that I had loved you intensely since the moment I first saw you,
And WHEN IN LOVE; I only knew how to chivalrously give; for the moment I asked you to grant me favors in return; I would be christened as the 'biggest beggar'.




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»When my heart ceased to function

 

When sensitive tunnels in my eardrum stopped
functioning,
amicable voices of chirping birds failed to cast an
impression,
stringent sounds emanating from vocal chords of my
mother,
struck me as inaudibly sedative whispers of the girl i
immensely loved.

as rosy pink fangs of my tongue shut down without
prior notice,
there were insatiable urges to demonstrate my
emotions,
my face contorted with hapless paralysis,
with my whole being plunging into opalescent fountains
bereft of water.

when indispensable centers of my vision rebuked to
function,
hazy blobs of grayish scarlet inundated my eyeball,
intricate outlines of the moon resembled disheveled
chunks of ice-cream,
the catastrophe had marooned me on a paradise of
dreams,
divested of the philanthropic power to see.

as my stolid pair of my feet brusquely froze in their
advancing tread,
minuscule distances of the city; loomed menacingly as
marathon race tracks,
the simplistic idea of walking seemed bizarrely
austere,
infinite compartments of my body tugged me towards
untimely slumber.

when clusters of my knotted fingers shunned to work,
mystical enigmas in my brain unleashed themselves at
frantic pace,
flowery lines of contemporary literature seemed to
erupt from my mouth,
with my manual apparatus unable to tranform fantasy
into written reality.

and eventually when boisterous threads of my heart
relinquished vibrations,
gallons of crimson blood flowing transited to deathly
blue,
rubicund complexion of my skin developed patches of
febrile yellow,
my moistened breath evaporated in its rudimentary
roots,
and i bid a tearful adieu to mother earth; which i had
inhabited as a man for
50 long years.


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»When my heart felt heavy

 

When my eyes felt preposterously heavy; I majestically
treated them with infernos of bountifully unparalleled
empathy,

When my lips felt insurmountably heavy; I fabulously
treated them with an unfathomable balm of gregariously
blossoming smiles,

When my ears felt satanically heavy; I resplendently
treated them with a mesmerizing valley of
ingratiatingly tantalizing sounds,

When my shoulders felt frantically heavy; I
beautifully treated them with the miraculously
rejuvenating cascade of the timelessly heavenly
waterfalls,

When my palms felt murderously heavy; I
philanthropically treated them with the fabric of
everlastingly sacrosanct and Omnipotent mankind,

When my feet felt drearily heavy; I symbiotically
treated them with unfathomable elements of celestially
fascinating righteousness,

When my blood felt asphyxiatingly heavy; I divinely
treated it with unsurpassable rivers of fragrantly
coalescing compassion,

When my fingers felt disastrously heavy; I jubilantly
treated them with unfathomably regale fireballs of
unrelentingly endowing artistry,

When my brain felt devastatingly heavy; I enchantingly
treated it with fathomless cloudbursts of
spellbindingly exotic fantasy,

When my bones felt cripplingly heavy; I harmoniously
treated them with the panoramically ebullient cradle
of endlessly reinvigorating nature,

When my lids felt ominously heavy; I rhapsodically
treated them with an incomprehensible immeasurable
valley of eternally titillating sensuousness,

When my conscience felt treacherously heavy; I
blazingly treated it with unconquerable fortresses of
patriotically unflinching honesty,

When my tongue felt salaciously heavy; I melodiously
treated it with a perpetual hive of invincible
sweetness and sparklingly benign graciousness,

When my stomach felt thunderously heavy; I amiably
treated it with the synergistically fructifying fruits
of sacredly proliferating Mother Nature,

When my neck felt monotonously heavy; I holistically
treated it with cushions of heavenly silk; engulfing
even the most infinitesimal cranny of my visage with
the blooming carpets of iridescent paradise,

When my deeds felt unbearably heavy; I
philanthropically treated them with the perennially
beautiful religion of priceless mankind,

When my shadow felt insidiously heavy; I victoriously
treated it with the unassailable path of
exhilaratingly unstoppable righteousness,

When my breath felt diabolically heavy; I fearlessly
treated it with the Omnipotently scintillating Sunrays
of vivaciously triumphant life,

And when my heart felt lethally heavy; I immortally
treated it with the stupendously humanitarian
impressions of love; love and only undefeatably true
love….

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