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»Titanic-The Ship of Immortal Love and Dreams…

 

It might have sunk like frigid ice to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where unconquerable royalty radiated from even the most infinitesimal element,

It might have sunk like non-existent air to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever consider the Titanic as a ship; where the true flavor of all fraternities of humanity; reigned emotionally charged and supreme at all times,

It might have sunk like a new born infant to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there perennially wafted an impregnable atmosphere of pricelessly eternal compassion,

It might have sunk like an invisible speck to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the spirit of Omnipotent God was endlessly praised; in its most unassailably bestowing form,

It might have sunk like a deplorably defeated teardropp to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the heavens of the most ultimate fantasy ruled supreme; in even the most blackened corners; tapestries; cisterns and stairs,

It might have sunk like a lifeless solider to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the definition of true sacrifice was immortalized; like never before on this fathomless planet,

It might have sunk like an amorphous ant to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there flew kisses of all sizes and shapes; in every conceivable direction; poignant and galore,

It might have sunk like besmirched sour cream to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there was a perfect blend of people of virtually every religion; traveling to the most cherished destination of their life,

It might have sunk like disdainfully shattered glass to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there the finest wine and cuisine were ecstatically served in one half; whilst the other; perpetually rejoiced and unabashedly danced to the tunes of rum and humanity,

It might have sunk like meaningless vacuum to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the longest insatiable locking of two lips into a kiss; was ever registered on this boundless enamoring planet,

It might have sunk like impoverished chowder to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the most inimitably cherishable moments of existence; were lived by thousands; within just two days,

It might have sunk like neglected seaweed to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the heart of the infallibly intrepid sea; was inscrutably captured within each pristine wall,

It might have sunk like despicably thwarted ash to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where an insuperable ensemble of artists; exuberantly sang till their very last breath; even as hell unstoppably rained around,

It might have sunk like despairing oblivion to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where thousands prayed for rhapsodic life and happiness; affably holding hand in hand and together,

It might have sunk like a fecklessly butchered whisker to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the most unconquerably golden moments of passion; were captured with astounding propensity upon the fabric of white canvas,

It might have sunk like a lackadaisical feather to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where even the most gigantic structures; ceilings and obdurate iron; perennially floated around as invincibly aristocratic silk,

It might have sunk like a lifeless corpse to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the flaming Sun played hide-n-seek till eternity; as nubile couples mischievously cavorted up and down the numerous rails and decks,

It might have sunk like a cadaverously hammered bone to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there was nothing else to do; but interminably dream; dream and simply and majestically dream,

It might have sunk like despondently distorted pulp to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there everlastingly throbbed the heartbeat of immortal love; between “Jack” and “Rose”; irrespective of whether the physical forms stayed or crumbled; irrespective of whether there prevailed life or hopeless death…

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»To be hanged till death

 

Knotted chords of jute dangle from ceiling,
with large throat sized loop hole,
engulfed in perennial pitch darkness,
freezing cold bare stone walls,
a battalion of mosquitoes hovering around,
bone skeletons partially stuck to floor,
ghastly designs portraying execution,
clouds of dirt, with a backdropp of blood,
the ambience was complete with long iron lever,
compressible at instants of death command.

the courtroom was packed with audience,
uniformed guards, fool proof security,
black coated lawyers, bespectacled judge,
the murderer was in a sandalwood kiosk,
tears oozing from eyes, lips painted with fresh blood,
a volley of arguments followed pursuit,
law professionals displayed tact and eloquence,
with the killer being invited to dilapidated gallows,
ruthlessly hung, with dark hood covering face,
an aftermath of justice ink printing,
'TO BE HANGED TILL DEATH'


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»To Appease the Almighty Creator

 

No amount of wealth was enough to appease him; the
boundless dungeons impregnated with glittering gold
and silver; proved to be wholesomely futile,

No amount of cloth was enough to appease him; the
colossal fields of blossoming cotton; the mountain of
tenacious jute lying limp in the warehouses; proved to
be gruesomely useless,

No amount of literature was enough to appease him; the
gargantuan bundles of spell binding history; the
innumerable number of scriptures portraying legendary
times proved to be of simply no use,

No amount of water was enough to appease him; the
supremely colossal assemblage of salty ocean waters;
every globule of liquid lying scattered on this earth;
proved to be overwhelmingly miserly,

No amount of sand was enough to appease him; the
mammoth lands of the desert; the chunks of mud
sprawled loosely all around the globe; proved to be
infinitesimally incomplete to gain his attention,

No amount of ostentation was enough to appease him;
the fathomless battalion of mermaids embellished with
exotic flower buds; the fabulous perfume emanating in
abundance from their bodies proved to be a profoundly
lost chance,

No amount of light was enough to appease him; the
tremendously unsurpassable blazing island of Sun; the
enormous festoon of artificial silvery rays; proved a
power too less to captivate his attention,

No amount of cars were enough to appease him; the
entire fleet of swanky automobiles lines royally in
front of the palace; every motorized engine loitering
on the trajectory of this planet; proved to be more
minuscule than the red ant to grab his eyes,

No amount of speech was enough to appease him; the
most eloquently woven sentences; the most delectable
of voices floating in every cranny of the earth;
proved utterly hopeless to drift his intense
concentration,

No amount of plants were enough to appease him; the
entire outgrowth of the vivaciously wild jungle; the
unprecedentedly huge garden of roses enticing all with
their fragrance; proved too wild to waver his
Omnipotent nose,

No amount of power was enough to appease him; the
Herculean strength in the bulging muscles of the
boxer; the astronomical resilience that the entire
township put up in coalition; proved more diminutive
than the frigid straw in front of his Omniscient aura,

No amount of flattery was enough to appease him; the
unsurpassable myriad of amicable phrases; infinite
slaves kneeling down on his feet in meek obeisance;
proved too insipid to conjure his attention,

No amount of heroism was enough to appease him; the
entire galaxy of brilliantly scintillating stars;
ostentatiously dressed angels walking animatedly and
in voluptuous twists on the ramp; proved to frivolous
and morbid to evoke his tingling excitement,

No amount of color was enough to appease him; the
stupendously vivid shades of the rainbow; the billions
of grandiloquent paintings embossed on the cave walls;
proved too bland to match his irrefutably resplendent
complexion,

No amount of space was enough to appease him; the vast
expanse of azure blue sky; the incomprehensible winds
of euphoric atmosphere; proved just a tiny whisker in
front of his invincible power,

No amount of victory was enough to appease him; the
brutal assassination of millions to become the
emperor; winning the mightiest of battle that came in
the way; proved too inconspicuous to lure his vision
towards you,

No amount of seniority was enough too appease him; the
entire ministry spear headed by the esteemed
president; the government ruling the entire world;
proved too infinitesimal in front of his impregnable
power,

No amount of bloodshed was enough to appease him; the
innumerable anecdotes of indiscriminate slaughter; the
uncouth slaining of innocent heads in the quest of
achieving territories beyond the greatest; proved an
absolutely horrendous effort to try and make him wink,

And you didn’t even have to emulate a sagacious saint
or meditate incessantly in order to imprison his
attention;
Infact all one needed to do was to live harmoniously
in synergy with nature; propagate the virtue of
immortal love to as far and distant as one could;
spread the essence of equality in whomsoever one
encountered; and then you would see it for yourself;
that what the most biggest of things had failed to
have an impact; just a small little word called
'Love', was enough in order to appease the almighty
creator…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»To forget her was impossible

 

The Sun may have forgotten to shine at times; leaving the Earth submerged in partial darkness,
The eyes may have forgotten to close; staring unrelentingly in the blazing fires,

The trees may have forgotten to shed their leaves; enticed to sway in the moist breeze,

The birds may have forgotten to chirp; thoroughly engrossed in building their nests,

The clouds may have forgotten to rain; drifting away submissively with the wind,

The lion may have forgotten to roar; lost in the aisles of desire and sleep,

The chameleon may have forgotten to change its color; with its jaws busy in gobbling fat caterpillars,

The diamonds may have forgotten to shine; when they were placed in a disdainful backdropp of coal,

The rose may have forgotten to diffuse scent; trying to breathe for its life amidst a heap of pungent pesticide,

The scorpion may have forgotten to sting; running haywire in a pool of slushy water,

The snow may have forgotten to melt; not wanting to leave the body of the handsome mountain,

The lips may have forgotten to smile; being besieged by day to day professionalism in society,

The ocean may have forgotten to evolve waves; yielding pathetically to the tumultuous storm,

The stars in the cosmos may have forgotten to twinkle; profoundly absorbed in watching the dainty fairies,

The deserts may have forgotten to be hot; relishing the prospects of freaking out in the rain,

The fingers may have forgotten to write; resting lazily under the silken feathered pillow,

The dog may have forgotten to bark; petrified for an instant by the demon standing before him,

The infant may have forgotten to cry; bemused for a moment by the wide ensemble of electronic toys,

The Creator inadvertently may have forgotten to look at every man; busy chalking strategies to run the Universe,

But me Forgetting her was Impossible; as she resided in the center of my heart; and every beat of mine wholesomely depended upon her breath that passionately flowed…

(c) copyright-2003, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»To Gods hell

 

For the sake of all those trapped mercilessly beneath
the rubble; fighting helplessly against death,

For the sake of all those wails flooding the
atmosphere; the fountain of innocent blood sprayed
indiscriminately around,

For the sake of all those struggling for breath;
moving their arms and feet despairingly under savage
concrete,

For the sake of all those attendants; buried
ruthlessly under the weight of their serving trays,

The perpetrators should be penalized to the highest
degree; should be SENT TO GOD'S HELL…
{1}

For the sake of all those cars squelched to threadbare
metal; infinite shards of acrid glass sprawled
satanically around,

For the sake of all those firemen buried alive; while
inadvertently trying to extricate the individuals
trapped; douse the unrelenting flames and smoke,

For the sake of all those chunks of limp flesh
sprinkled horrendously around; the torn remnants of
victims peeping out from every corner,

For the sake of all those who were maimed for life;
losing their limbs under bulky rods of hot iron,

The perpetrators should be penalized to the highest
degree; should be SENT TO GOD'S HELL…
{2}

For the sake of all that darkness that engulfed the
streets; in the heart of the brilliant morning,

For the sake of unprecedented terror that had crept in
everyone's souls; after the barbaric attacks,

For the sake of all those offices pulverized to
inconspicuous dust; which were once the nerve center
of the entire world,

For the sake of all those mourning relatives; that
wept in uncontrolled hysteria as realization dawned
upon,

The perpetrators should be penalized to the highest
degree; should be SENT TO GOD'S HELL…
{3}

For the sake of unsurpassable devastation that had
crept in all quarters of the planet; after the vicious
attack,

For the sake of terrorizing the entire world; by
committing irrevocable acts of brutality,

For the sake of all those graveyards; now brimming to
capacity with lifeless mortals,

For the sake of countless numbers of wives waiting for
their husbands; even when they knew that there were
frugal chances of finding them alive,

And over and above all for the sake of all those lives
lost; all those infants crawling without support on
the ground; all those families rendered missionless
after losing inevitable parts of their blood; all
those mothers anxiously waiting for their son's to
return with tears welling in their eyes,

The perpetrators should be penalized to the highest
degree; should be SENT TO GOD'S HELL…

(c) copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»To Kill

 

Rays of glorious optimism; to kill the treacherously
ghastly darkness of the sullen night,

Avalanches of tantalizing mysticism; to kill dreadful
chapters of fetidly rotting monotony,

Dewdrops of philanthropic benevolence; to kill the
bloody war of indiscriminate hatred,

Pearls of perpetual wisdom; to kill the famished
tyranny of hopelessly debilitating illiteracy,

Cloudbursts of rhapsodic fantasy; to kill the
painstaking agony of mutilating boredom,

Fountains of mesmerizing scent; to kill the
disdainfully traumatic odor of manipulative prejudice,

Tornados of Herculean strength; to kill devastating
laziness; slithering baselessly on chocolate brown
wisps of mundane soil,

Fabulously sweet cocoons of honey; to kill ruthless
animosity; parasitically sucking all tribes,

Fireballs of untamed passion; to kill cold blooded
frigidity; irrevocably refusing the web of mystique
and love,

Mountains of astronomical conviction; to kill
disastrous diffidence; deluged perennially in mournful
remorse,

Rainshowers of irrefutable truth; to kill satanic
chains of hideously ostentatious lies,

Swords of patriotic triumph; to kill traitors
beheading their divinely sacrosanct motherland,

Volcano’s of unprecedented ecstasy; to kill self
inflicted wounds of gory sorrow; tumultuously
proliferating after caressing land,

Winds of insurmountable ambition; to kill utterly
nonchalant staring into murky space; for centuries
immemorial,

Voices of impeccably boisterous activity; to kill
everlasting hours of compellingly abominable sleep,

Nostalgic reflections of childhood; to kill inevitably
advancing age; and the fear of relinquishing all
energy,

Romantic clouds of majestic art; to kill savage
corruption and irate blasphemy of the living; in the
stringently conventional society,

Perpetually augmenting thunderbolts of love; to kill
insidiously capricious and perilous hatred,

And immortal rainbows of Godly life; to kill the heart
of cowardly death; even before it could even nimbly
arise…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»To make her happy

 

IN ORDER TO annoy her all I had to do; was spill some milk on the glistening floor; wipe my nose on her immaculate apron,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I prepared appetizing lunch for the afternoon; scrupulously with my own hands.


In order to annoy her all I had to do; was rebuke her sardonically for a plethora of her household chores,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I embellished her hair with crimson colored rose; gently caressed her soft cheek.


In order to annoy her all I had to do; was say that she wasn’t looking extravagant in her new dress,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I swirled her in my arms; hoisting her high in the sky towards the resplendent stars.


In order to annoy her all I had to do; was look pretty nonchalant when she arrived home back from shopping,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I sprung at her with surprise gifting her with a shining pearl; which I had evacuated myself from within the fathomless ocean.


In order to annoy her all I had to do; was asking her whether “titanic” was indeed a ship; after she had narrated the entire story,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I honestly told her that she was the only girl I had loved in my life; she was my “rose” of my heart.


In order to annoy her all I had to do; was to call her indescribable names,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I assisted her in washing the tainted utensils; vigorously scrubbing the fetid clothes lying in a bedraggled heap.


In order to annoy her all I had to do; was to babble incoherently every time she felt sleepy at night,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I massaged her dreary feet; sung mystical rhymes to put her back into a heavenly slumber.

In order to annoy her all I had to do; was refrain to budge an inch from my bed; with brilliant sunshine circumventing our room,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I carried her on my back down the volley of stairs; avoiding to travel by the ostentatious elevator.


In order to annoy her all I had to; was forget our anniversary; the day we actually bound in threads of holy matrimony,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I astounded her by filling the crevice between her hair with my own blood.


In order to annoy her all I had to do; was talk about a plethora of girls I had encountered on the street,
And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I proclaimed loudly to the outside world without the slightest of inhibition; that she was the most beautiful woman existing on this earth; the only girl that I had for many births of mine; imprisoned in my heart.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»To make my heart special

 

To make my eyes special; I feasted them on the
unfathomable repertoire of God’s astounding beauty;
recounting the same to my blind mates submerged in a
blanket of derogatory despair,

To make my hands special; I hoisted innocuous orphans
high up in the air; escalating them towards their
celestial dreams,

To make my feet special; I marched and ran
indefatigable kilometers on the trot; intrepidly
fighting for my tyrannized motherland,

To make my lips special; I uninhibitedly unleashed
them into a benign smile; imparting perpetual rays of
hope to my impoverished mates in inexplicable pain,

To make my destiny special; I wholeheartedly led each
instant of my life; relishing every ray of the Golden
Sun on my nimble skin; as each minute unveiled,

To make my tongue special; I sang the harmoniously
philanthropic hymns of humanity; endeavoring my best
to unite all alike; with the irrefutable voice of
mankind,

To make my teeth special; I profoundly savored the
fruits of mother nature; propagating the essence of
blissful non-violence in every quarter of the
manipulatively violent planet,

To make my reflection special; I used it to cast
spells of rejuvenating exhilaration; upon my dreary
compatriots; sinking horrendously towards obdurate
soil,

To make my bones special; I indefatigably persevered
all night and day to achieve the ultimate mission of
my life; uplift treacherously withering humanity; to
an exotic paradise,

To make my hair special; I allowed them to drift
freely with the gushing breeze; not restraining them
to flow into any religion or creed,

To make my mind special; I fantasized intransigently
in the aisles of fabulous desire; formidably
augmenting my vision to serve planet earth; as the
days unfurled,

To make my blood special; I drained it out entirely
from my veins; enlightening the lives of those
relinquishing breath rapidly; to blend with diabolical
doomsday,

To make my shoulders special; I alighted the revered
deities of my divinely parents till times immemorial;
transporting them to the most; inconspicuously remote
places that they had always wanted,

To make my existence special; I unflinchingly kept
performing my flurry of tasks; impregnably entwining
my hands with my fellow beings in traumatic distress
and agonizing pain,

To make my ears special; I absorbed the unsurpassable
melody in the exuberant breeze; taught the demons to
relish the benign tunes of Almighty God,

To make my breath special; I planted an insurmountable
battalion of trees; bonding each puff of air I
exhaled; perennially with impeccable living beings,

To make my conscience special; I adopted the path of
everlasting righteousness; irrevocably avoiding the
temptations of salaciously lecherous desire,

To make my soul special; I left every element of its
goodness to wander far and wide across this globe;
illuminating unfound beams of optimism; in all lives
shattered and satanically buried under mountains of
utter helplessness,

And to make my heart special; I immortally loved the
person of my dreams for infinite more births to come;
letting the Omnipotent beats of our love; embrace and
exist together with over other tangible being…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»To the inimitably godly beats

 

My smile could perhaps have stirred you a trifle;
drifting you an inconspicuous bit from your woefully
tyrannical monotony,
But to her blissfully tinkling laughter; ebulliently
danced the entire planet; with unsurpassable fervor;
and timelessly outside….

My eyes could perhaps have punctuated you a trifle;
casting an impression of transiently augmenting
empathy; upon your luridly morass countenance,
But to her innocuously flirtatious winks; wonderfully
cavorted the entire planet; with indefatigable
mysticism; and tantalizingly outside…

My whispers could perhaps have enthralled you a
trifle; ephemerally diverting your preposterously
malicious mind towards an ocean of untamed enigma,
But to her mellifluously immaculate tunes; magically
swayed the entire planet; with unrelenting euphoria;
and vivaciously outside….

My muscles could perhaps have impressed you a trifle;
capturing the crux of your imagination with the wand
of miraculous machismo,
But to her divinely uninhibited selflessness;
bountifully stooped the entire planet; with
unparalleled obeisance; and celestially outside….

My eyebrows could perhaps have perpetuated you a
trifle; engendering you to momentarily envisage the
rhapsodically unknown; with their mischievously
resplendent twitching,
But to her fathomlessly poignant expressions;
ingratiatingly resonated the entire planet; with
perennial brotherhood; and ecstatically outside….

My shadow could perhaps have stupefied you a trifle;
serenely placating your barbarously lambasted nerves;
with the tonic of fugitive camaraderie,
But to her Omnipotently sacrosanct aura; symbiotically
marched the entire planet; with the spirit of
humanitarian bonding; and vibrantly outside…

My palms could perhaps have supported you a trifle;
amiably sequestering your trembling flesh from the
traitors; for just an infidel instant,
But to her invincibly everlasting uninhibitedness;
perpetually sang the entire planet; with
synergistically unblemished caring; and gloriously
outside….

My fantasies could perhaps have enlightened you a
trifle; fantastically enriching the fabric of your
ignominiously dithering existence; for a few hours
every day,
But to her unassailably enamoring genius; relentlessly
proliferated the entire planet; with exuberantly
charismatic newness; and Omnipresently outside….

My breath could perhaps have titillated you a trifle;
miraculously reinvigorating your lividly deteriorating
senses with the elixir of survival; for just an
evanescent moment,
But to her insuperable cries of sparkling
righteousness; effulgently radiated the entire planet;
with undaunted resilience; and resplendently outside….

And my heart could perhaps have loved you a trifle;
magnificently alleviating you of your inexplicably
cancerous pain; for just an ethereal second every
night,
But to the inimitably Godly beats of her newly born
freshness; triumphantly throbbed the entire planet;
with indomitably insatiable compassion; and immortally
outside…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»To pray to God was of paramount importance

 

To write good things was of paramount importance; what
you wrote the literature with; what hand you used; was
utterly inconsequential,

To admire magnificent beauty was of paramount
importance; which eye you admired it with; the
aperture you kept while profoundly appreciating it;
was utterly inconsequential,

To smell the ravishing rose was of paramount
importance; how you sniffed it; which nostril did you
use; was utterly inconsequential,

To swim in the voluptuous ocean was of paramount
importance; which hand and foot you used to splash
about in the poignantly tangy waves; was utterly
inconsequential,

To eat appetizing morsels of food was of paramount
importance; what side of the mouth did you use to
finely pulverize the tantalizing chunks; was utterly
inconsequential,

To trample the venomously heinous scorpion was of
paramount importance; whether you used your right foot
or left foot to indiscriminately squelch the irate
monster; was utterly inconsequential,

To sleep blissfully in the star studded night was of
paramount importance; whether you slept directly
beneath the opalescent moon or whether you slept in
your enviously cozy dwelling; was utterly
inconsequential,
To reach the pinnacle of the impregnable mountain was
of paramount importance; whether you clambered up with
boots or conquered it barefoot; was utterly
inconsequential,

To make the mercilessly orphaned child laugh was of
paramount importance; whether you made him smile by
indigenously poking out your tongue or whether you
achieved the same by singing ingratiating rhymes; was
utterly inconsequential,

To expurgate the disdainfully inflated bowels in the
morning was of paramount importance; whether you did
that hiding behind the conglomerate of foliated trees
or whether you evacuated the dirt sitting on the plush
lavatory seat; was utterly inconsequential,

To remember the person you adored was of paramount
importance; whether you did that writing eloquently
long letters or whether you managed to accomplish the
same by chanting her name incessantly in your mind;
was utterly inconsequential,

To wash your body scrupulously everyday was of
paramount importance; whether you did that standing
under the contemporary Jacuzzi of the five star hotel;
or whether you scrubbed your skin under the rustic
waterfall cascading down the mountain; was utterly
inconsequential,

To construct a fortified place to live was of
paramount importance; whether you erected the dwelling
dressed in immaculate shirt and stringently pressed
tie; or whether you slapped granules of raw cement on
the wall bare chested; was utterly inconsequential,

To assassinate the hideous man eater shark was of
paramount importance; whether you did that by
adulterating its mammoth slices of meat; or whether
you permeated its satanically thick skin with a
battalion of grey bullets; was utterly
inconsequential,

To emulate philanthropic ideals of your ancestors was
of paramount importance; whether you imbibed them by
reading through exorbitantly costly textbooks; or
whether you got apprised of the same through
experiences in real life; was utterly inconsequential,

To respect your mother was of paramount importance;
whether you incessantly knelt down on her feet; or
whether you hardly saw her when you were overseas and
cherished her in your every prayer; was utterly
inconsequential,

To convey the most sagaciously prudent message to the
world was of paramount importance; whether you
divulged the same screaming hysterically at the top of
your voice; or whether you were able to disseminate
the same in mollified whispers; was utterly
inconsequential,

To drink salubrious water boundless times in a day was
of paramount importance; whether you sipped it
delectably from the amicable champagne glass; or
whether you gulped it ferociously from the lap of the
turbulently gushing country river; was utterly
inconsequential,

And to pray to God was of paramount importance;
whether you folded hands and seeked solace; or whether
you clasped your palms openly towards the heavens for
forgiveness; or whether you maneuvered them
dexterously across your chest in the form of a
sacrosanct cross; was utterly inconsequential…


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