Poems - Love Poet Nikhil Parekh

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»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…

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

»To the service of mankind

Just moving your lips up and down doesn’t make any
sense; the real art lies in speaking articulately;
profoundly impressing upon your point on your hostile
adversary,
Just shaking your fingers aimlessly in the air doesn’t
make any sense; the real art lies in embossing spell
binding pieces of literature; captivating the entire
nation with the unprecedented depth in your words,
Just swishing your legs waywardly in the pools of
water doesn’t make any sense; the real art lies in
audaciously marching towards the summit of victory;
conquering invincible peaks with the colossal strength
they posses,
Just admiring your reflection spuriously in the
transparent mirror doesn’t make any sense at all; the
real art lies in pleasing as many individuals as you
can; mesmerize people around you with your stupendous
beauty and seductive charisma,
Just writing books after books sitting in the
cloistered interiors of your dwelling doesn’t make any
sense at all; the real art lies in propagating your
work to as far and distant as you can; sharing the
essence of your enchanting fantasy with people who
badly needed it,
Just perspiring and appreciating your own golden
globules of sweat as they trickled down doesn’t make
any sense at all; the real art lies in slogging
onerously under the mid-day Sun; to enlighten the
faces of infinite children who were starving on the
streets without their parents,
Just sketching boundless shapes of abstract
imagination on sprawling sheets of scintillating
canvas doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art
lies in capturing the ultimate beauty lingering the
cosmos; the lifestyles of our century old ancestors;
with the pungent bristles of the gaudy paint brush,
Just playing incessantly imprisoned within the
corridors of the ghastly jail doesn’t make any sense
at all; the real art lies in stepping out in brilliant
daylight; letting the poignant sunshine filter a
mystical path across your dainty eyes; frolicking in
glee with the rabbits on the hillside,
Just winking your eye to stimulate your own nerves
umpteenth times in a day doesn’t make any sense at
all; the real art lies in fomenting kids afflicted
with inexplicable disease to have a hearty laugh at
your batting eyelid,
Just growing a garden of roses in your dingy little
kitchen; obfuscated in entirety from the Sun and the
world; doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art
lies in planting them at every cranny you tread; to
spread their supremely mesmerizing fragrance in every
house on this planet,
Just punching the sandbag suspended tamely from the
ceiling doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art
lies in battling the evil circumventing this earth;
sucking blood from innocent individuals like an
venomous parasite,
Just fantasizing wildly about beauty all day doesn’t
make any sense at all; the real art lies in exploring
all tantalizing form created by God on this globe;
further assisting his cause in continuing the chapter
of existence,
Just sleeping for unsurpassable hours on the princely
couch doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art lies
in sharing it with those who hadn't a roof to
sequester their scalps; ensuring that they eventually
got a bit of restful slumber,
Just remembering your childhood brooding over your
present in utter regret doesn’t make any sense at all;
the real art lies in walking on the sea shores again
like a child; let the mighty waves of the ocean caress
you; make you feel as if you were just born,
Just letting blood rampantly flow in your veins;
swelling in gallons every day as you gobbled food like
a glutton; doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art
lies in engendering it to flow for the person you
revered; disseminating it philanthropically to all
those who were wounded; who died every second in
absence of it,
Just screaming at the top of your lungs standing tall
and domineering at the tip of the perilously deep
mountain doesn’t make any sense at all; the real art
lies in shouting for deprived women; blatantly reveal
the atrocities being committed on them; the way the
weaker sex was brutally assaulted,
Just swimming under the stars; splashing water
lavishly around before ultimately sipping it doesn’t
make any sense at all; the real art lies in sprinkling
each droplet you possessed upon the land and people
struck by savage drought,
Just throbbing your heart violently in perception of
the person you cared doesn’t make any sense at all;
the real art lies in embracing the same in times of
supreme exultation as well as morbid distress,
And just breathing every hour for times immemorial
doesn’t make any sense; the real art lies in deriving
the maximum pleasure out of this life; living every
instant for the person you loved; dedicating your life
to the service of mankind…

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

»To win her back

TO WIN HER back was as impossible; as thunder clouds in the cosmos not showering unrelenting rain,

To win her back was as impossible; as squeezing back tangy toothpaste back into the tube,

To win her back was as impossible; as scrupulously straightening a dog’s incorrigibly curved tail,

To win her back was as impossible; as plummeting face down from the 100th floor; and yet desiring to stay alive,

To win her back was as impossible; as typing alphabets on the swanky computer screen without the intricately chiseled keyboard,

To win her back was as impossible; as escaping the sting of the mosquito incessantly buzzing its cacophony in the ear,

To win her back was as impossible; as trying to tenaciously sneeze without making the tiniest of noise,

To win her back was as impossible; as attempting to walk without using twin pair of feet,

To win her back was as impossible; as trying to cultivate a tree without indispensable water,

To win her back was as impossible; as trying to speed the car at erratic speeds without whisky complexioned gasoline,

To win her back was as impossible; as hunting the untamed panther without a gleaming barrel gun,

To win her back was as impossible; as making tea without actually adding pungent tea leaves,

To win her back was as impossible; as trying not to scream when consuming heaps of green farm chili,

To win her back was as impossible; as constructing the colossal edifice without a concrete foundation,

To win her back was as impossible; as standing naked amidst the frozen snow without shivering,

To win her back was as impossible; as soaring high in the sky without a pair of dexterously handsome wings,

To win her back was as impossible; as retaining consciousness even after being pierced by fangs of the venomous snake,

To win her back was as impossible; as convincing the agnostic to believe in omniscient god,

To win her back was as impossible; as holding ones ground firmly in an island of quick sand,

To win her back was as impossible; as expecting a spider to stay suspended in the air without its silken web,

To win her back was as impossible; as existing in sweltering heat of the desert without a solitary globule of water,

To win her back was as impossible; as having the sun shine inexorably all the time without any mention of night,

To win her back was as impossible; as impregnating life back into the veins of a dead man,

To win her back was as impossible; as trying to survive without inhaling gallons of fresh air,
O! Yes to win her back today was irrevocably impossible; after the dreadful fight we had in the day,

The only way I could still win her back; was wait for the gruesome night to unveil itself into another day,

Fervently hope that the new rising of dawn; made her exhaustively oblivious to the obnoxious events of the previous day.

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

»To win her heart

When I tried to reach her climbing perseveringly on
the ladder; poking my head out embarrassingly; after
reaching the 9th floor,
She gave me an obnoxious stare; thrusted the
broomstick on my face; sending me hurtling down on the
ground; petrified to the last bone of my spine.

When I tried to reach her in my private helicopter;
hovering it at inches from her bedroom window,
She scornfully hurled disdainful pints off vanity
powder at me; thoroughly blinding me; the aftermath of
which caused me to crash land in the wilderness.

When I tried to reach her masquerading my voice like a
female; attempting to fool her on the telephone,
She instantaneously deciphered my tone; barked a
volley of malicious expletives at me; before
ruthlessly banging down the receiver.

When I tried to reach her in my swanky car;
pretentiously blowing its bombastic horn outside her
door,
She mercilessly emptied the garbage can on my bonnet;
left me in open mouthed consternation; with flies and
cockroaches from the sewage crawling all over my body.

When I tried to reach her; sending her flowery
letters; embossed with romantic lines which I had
copied from the Shakespeare,
She had a hearty laugh after browsing through the
same; snapped it into infinite fragments; throwing it
into the remotest corner of her dustbin.

When I tried to reach her via the internet; sending
her a greeting card; studded with outlines of
shimmering silver,
She transferred the same into the trash can simply
viewing my name; let alone reading the first alphabet
of the electronic message.

When I tried to reach her on a horse; gallivanting
effeminately in the vicinity of her residence,
She whispered to her friends to shoo me away; which
they executed with supreme efficiency; pelting me with
their shoes; and whatever rotten piece of junk that
came across their hands.

When I tried to reach her through a diamond set;
transferring the same into her jurisdiction alongwith
a scintillating necklace of white pearls,
She envisaged me to be a rich mans son; distributed
the beads amongst the beggars howling on the streets;
after scrupulously entangling them from the strings.

When I tried to reach her through television;
stylishly proclaiming her name; as well as announcing
a reward to anyone who would bring her alive to me,
She was appalled at my maniacal tendencies; set the
police hot on my trail; for pertinently blackmailing
her.

While it was only when I reached her empty handed;
barged through the door of her house in front of the
unconventional society, audaciously blurted out 'I
love you; looking deeply into her eyes,
That I was able to 'WIN HER HEART' as she now
perceived that I really loved her; wanted to imprison
her forever in the vice like grip of my romance…

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

»To win the love of your life

In order to win the clouds; you had to become a
fathomless foliage of stupendously enchanting green,

In order to win the mouse; you had to become
succulent chunks of tantalizing cheese,

In order to win the deserts; you had to become
boundless oceans of fabulously sparkling water,

In order to win the giant; you had to become
appetizing morsels of heavenly food; compounded with
celestially rejuvenating sleep,

In order to win the dog; you had to become the meaty
persona of ravishing bone,

In order to win the soaring bird; you had to become
the amicably cozy nest; harboring its festoon of
scintillating eggs; as well as providing it a dwelling
to spend the insurmountably hideous night,

In order to win the dreary eye; you had to become an
island of mesmerizing beauty; assume the demeanor of
all those it wholesomely revered and cherished,

In order to win the sacrosanct hooded serpent; you had
to become a bowl of impeccably shimmering milk,

In order to win the tree; you had to become exuberant
draughts of profusely reinvigorating breeze,

In order to win the lips; you had to become a
poignantly emphatic and tumultuously alluring smile,

In order to win the night; you had to become an
enigmatically lingering whisper; which propelled beads
of untamed excitement to creep up on the skin,

In order to win the coffin; you had to become a
perpetually still dead body, relinquishing even the
most minuscule trace of life,

In order to win the spider; you had to become a
grandiloquent web; woven with threads of exquisitely
voluptuous silk,

In order to win the lotus; you had to become the
boisterously buzzing bee; seducing it to the most
unprecedented limits; hovering incessantly round its
famished grace,

In order to win the devil; you had to become its
ingratiatingly immaculate prey,

In order to win the dictator; you had to become his
unfathomably obedient and timidly humble slave,

In order to win the mind; you had to become its
relentlessly augmenting fantasy; proliferating beyond
the boundaries of pragmatic control,

In order to win the lungs; you had to become handsome
bucketfuls of exhilarating air; imparting them the
irrefutably formidable tenacity to survive,

In order to win the heart; you had to become its
beats; passionately palpitating each unfurling minute
of divinely bestowed life,

But in order to win the love of your life; you simply
didn’t need to do anything at all; for if the Almighty
Creator had granted it in your destiny; then it would
incarcerate you in its immortal swirl for times
immemorial; even if you miserably failed to hear
beyond your own voice; even if you were completely
blind in the most Omnipotent of light…

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

»Todays the day

Today’ the day when I’d felt the most exuberant;
galloping unfettered to the ultimate epitomes of
success in my diminutively beleaguered life,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most uninhibitedly
liberated; floating on the surreally tantalizing belly
of cloud nine; for times immemorial,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most impregnably
sacred; commensurately coalescing each fragment of my
visage and soul with the spirit of the Omnipotent
divine,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most unceasingly
fearless; unflinchingly ready to face the mightiest of
vindictively satanic maelstroms bare-chested,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most vivaciously
resplendent; unrelentingly dancing in the heavens of
eternal seduction; without the tiniest trace of
treacherous manipulative malice,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most brilliantly
eclectic; when everything that I even nimbly caressed;
metamorphosing into triumphantly celestial gold,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most unconquerably
towering; inimitably looming above every other
organism on the trajectory of this fathomlessly
unending Universe,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most magnanimously
benign; altruistically donating even the last iota of
my opulence to whomsoever who inhabited my doorstep;
without the slightest of whine,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most exotically
sensuous; with every follicle of my skin bathing in
currents of unlimited rhapsody; even as the Sun
overhead unsparingly blazed to its unprecedented
capacity,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most devoutly
resolved; coining a whole new chapter of my
impoverished existence; for an infinite more births of
mine,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most unequivocally
egalitarian; ubiquitously embracing every caste;
creed; color and race; for them being a symbiotically
quintessential element of living kind,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most tirelessly
victorious; even though I’d preposterously staggered
in virtually every other aspect of my life,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most magically
sensitive; dissipating into a billion bits of untamed
beauty; at even the most evanescent trickle of dawn
light,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most blessedly
harmonious; existing in perfect synergy with my
wonderful environment; wholesomely irrespective of my
form or finance,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most supremely
passionate; igniting unassailably glorious and golden
fires even in frigidly blackened streams of stagnating
water,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most mellifluously
romantic; timelessly humming the tunes of eternally
fructifying friendship; even as hedonistically
pugnacious battlefields had enshrouded every cranny of
mother earth,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most enchantingly
placated; as if every speck of my blood and bone could
holistically exist without a morsel of food; for
centuries unfathomable,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most impeccably
pristine; like a new-born child having just evolved
out of the womb of my godly mother; and ready to
explore the Creator’s unhindered Universe afresh; and
full of insuperable virility,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most vividly nubile;
fervently awaiting like the freshly embellished bride;
to be kissed and discovered till even beyond where the
horizons stretched,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most optimally
useful; expending every iota of energy entrapped in my
demeanor to the service of horrendously besmirched
humanity,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most jubilantly
charismatic; radiating an unshakable magnetic aura;
which drew even the most diminutive bit of peerless
righteousness towards my swirl,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most marvelously
humane; gorgeously collapsing to the desires of my
mind; body and soul; into an inexhaustible ocean of
unbreakable camaraderie,

Today’s the day when I’d felt the most astoundingly
procreating; proliferating into an unbelievable shades
of panoramically unrestricted mischief; spawning
varied civilizations of colorful unity; with my very
own blood,

And I still profoundly remember that Today’s the day
when we’d first met several years ago; Today’s the day
when each beat of our hearts made and meant for each
other had immortally bonded together; Today’s the day
when we’d stared into each other’s eyes as if there
was no other earth; paradise and hell that had ever
existed; O! Yes; Today’s the day when we’d first
fallen in perpetual love….

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»Tomorrow-The most perpetually true champion

“Yesterday”; was bizarrely pessimistic; morosely lingering into the treacherously inexplicable past; for no ostensible rhyme or reason,

“Today”; is stringently pragmatic; reminding you of your definitive set of responsibilities; towards your kin and every harmoniously spell-binding echelon of mankind,

“Just now”; is stupendously exhilarating; with the unstoppably inevitable whirlwinds of action; celestially unfurling right infront of your eyes,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most indomitably optimistic of them all; with invincible horizons of hope; charting undyingly brand new pathways of unfettered success; on every step that you would ever dare to undertake….

1….

“Yesterday”; was threadbarely pessimistic; fretfully reminiscing into the sinfully dolorous past; which was of the most unsurpassably nonsensical value to every living being holistically alive,

“Today” is astutely pragmatic; triggering every tangible and intangible pore of your skin; to tirelessly fight for survival of the robustly fittest,

“Just Now” is innovatively exhilarating; with the panoramically untainted valleys of adventure; profoundly romanticizing with the intrepidly vivacious whites of your eye,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most brilliantly optimistic of them all; with a whole new uninhibited civilization of ardent hope; knocking victoriously upon every impoverished rib of your chest….

2….

“Yesterday” was deliriously pessimistic; maniacally clinching to the morbidly incarcerating past; which had already disappeared like the lame dogs tail; into the sadistically sinful corpses of oblivion,

“Today” is irrefutably pragmatic; perpetuating you to solely walk forward; into the quintessential routines of the world; and as straight as the blazingly fiery rays of the Sun,

“Just Now” is fearlessly exhilarating; wherein even the most magnetic bolts of thunder from the sky; cascaded at your weary feet; before you emanate your very next breath,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most unassailably optimistic of them all; when every fresh ray of rhapsodically triumphant dawn; reinvigorates life into even the most hopelessly motionless and dead….

3…

“Yesterday” was diabolically pessimistic; forlornly brooding into the past; and letting its lugubrious jinx; insouciantly dull even the most ecstatically jubilant of your nerves,

“Today” is unconquerably pragmatic; confronting even the most ghastliest of situation; with the boundless valor of a poignantly unabashed warrior,

“Just Now” is amazingly exhilarating; when the winds of instantaneous romance and timelessly unbridled fantasy; swept you of your resplendent feet; like a majestically Omnipotent prince,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most undefeatedly optimistic of them all; wherein your every philanthropically humble desire; has an insuperable chance of metamorphosing into Omnipresent reality….

4…

“Yesterday” was hopelessly pessimistic; wantonly burrowing into the maiming past; and wholesomely allowing the most intolerably hedonistic spasms of negativity; to rule supreme in every pore of your lambasted form,

“Today” is beautifully pragmatic; giving you no option whatsoever of wailing over your battered destiny; as each stroke of oncoming wind; vociferously commands you to symbiotically acclimatize to the current moment,

“Just Now” is compassionately exhilarating; as you immediately witness all the burgeoning virile and truculently bad; unfurling right infront of your eyes; and happening handsomely live on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,

But “Tomorrow” is the most perpetually true champion; is the most sparklingly optimistic of them all; as the chapters of everlastingly proliferating life royally replace the coffins of inevitably gory and lackadaisical death…

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