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»Tribute to America-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) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»True and Immortal Lover….

 

You entered my disastrously impoverished veins; which were staggering on the brink of lame extinction; like the poignantly priceless and ultimate bloodstream; of my solitary existence,

You entered my gruesomely empty palms; which were quavering towards the realms of horrendous oblivion; like the invincibly unflinching and ultimate destiny; of my bedraggled existence,

You entered my haplessly diminishing eyes; which were painstakingly wailing towards the midnight of irrevocable blackness; like the victoriously undefeated and ultimate vision; of my floundering existence,

You entered my devastatingly collapsing shoulders; which were prejudiced by the castrated onslaught of the manipulative society; like the compassionately unshakable and ultimate fortitude; of my deteriorating existence,

You entered my pathetically distorted fingers; which were maimed by brutal plagiarism all around; like the triumphantly insuperable and ultimate artistry; of my invisible existence,

You entered my ghoulishly parched throat; which was dismally stuttering like a hoarsely dying frog; like the unconquerably blissful and ultimate voice; of my dwindling existence,

You entered my deliriously estranged brain; which was ruthlessly imprisoned by nothing else but a corpse of livid meaninglessness; like the beautifully silken and ultimate fantasy; of my preposterous existence,

You entered my inexplicably thwarted ears; which were fecklessly bombarded by solely the sounds of hopelessness; like the infallibly symbiotic and ultimate sounds; of my truncated existence,

You entered my drearily beleaguered feet; which were aimlessly squandering towards the mortuaries of asphyxiating hell; like the unassailably philanthropic and ultimate mission; of my evaporating existence,

You entered my penuriously trembling chest; which was barbarously orphaned by every speck of this commercially treacherous planet; like the inimitably bountiful and ultimate savior; of my incarcerated existence,

You entered my lackadaisically amorphous lips; which were divested of the tiniest affinity since decades immemorial; like the miraculously ameliorating and ultimate smile; of my waywardly existence,

You entered my severely lambasted cheeks; which were bludgeoned left; right and unsparing center by the infinite kicks of mundane society; like the wondrously enamoring and ultimate blush; of my victimized existence,

You entered my agonizingly holocaustic soul; which was cancerously enslaved by the non-existent spirit of the rampaging devil; like the ubiquitously bounteous and ultimate divinity; of my disappearing existence,

You entered my inexplicably emaciated skin; which was horrendously frozen to the last bone of the ludicrous spine; like the magically proliferating and ultimate virility; of my condensed existence,

You entered my lugubriously flailing chin; which was wantonly leaning infront of the coffins of utterly penalizing despondency; like the unshakably brilliant and ultimate hope; of my indecipherable existence,

You entered my nervously fluttering shadow; which was the most glaring exemplification of failure on this fathomless Universe; like the brilliantly unfettered and ultimate Sun; of my ragamuffin existence,

You entered my uncannily slavering tongue; which was being rapaciously coerced to slaver for all that is sinful on this parasitic globe; like the undauntedly celestial and ultimate conviction; of my minuscule existence,

You entered my maniacally gasping nostril; which inhaled nothing else but unbearably despicable corruption on this cold-blooded earth; like the perennially blossoming and ultimate freshness; of my gaunt existence,

You entered my traumatically directionless heart; which had become wholesomely oblivious to the palpitation of unceasing desire; like the resplendently Omnipotent and ultimate friendship; of my thinning existence,

And after entering each conceivable pore and cranny of my existence; made me yours and only yours forever; true and Immortal Lover….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»True Love

 

It was sweeter than the supremely sweet chocolate
candy,
It was more pungent than fresh slices of green chili,
It was shriller than the mesmerizing chirping of
jungle nightingale,
It was more captivating than a thoroughly animated
game of cricket,
It was darker than the most opalescent of pastel
color,
Its sting was infinite times more than austerely
venomous beetle,
It was more obdurate than the strongest piece of
rotund stone,
It was denser than the bountiful bunch of hair riveted
to scalp,
It was more transparent than the most scintillating of
pellucid glass,
It was thornier than the bushiest of desert cactus,
It was more sparkling than the most polished of marble
floor,
It was cooler; than the most efficacious of
air-conditioner,
It was saltier than the saline waves radiating from
the persona of colossal
ocean,
It was crisper than the most poignant of edible
biscuit,
It was brighter than the golden rays of the
brilliantly dazzling sun,
It was more fragrant than the tantalizingly aromatic
crimson rose,
It was more picturesque than sprawling mountain ranges
embossed with perennial
foliage,
It was more flexible than the most malleable of tree
rubber,
It was whiter than the purest of pearly cow milk,
It was more vociferous than the thunderous waterfall
colliding with jagged
rock,
It was more stringent than the teacher slashing an
innocuous student with a
leather cane,
It was softer than the satiny quilt stuffed with loads
of flocculent cotton,
It was more sharp than the acerbic edges of broken
glass,
It was sleeker than the articulately moulded race
sedan,
It was more salubrious than the tastiest of consumable
food,
It was more tenacious than sporadic currents of
electricity traversing through
cable wires,
It was more handsome than a scrupulously embellished;
pampered prince,
It was more volatile than the most radioactive of atom
bomb,
It was more enigmatic than the most mystical of
historical scripture,
It was more profound than the accepted axioms of
contemporary science,
It was more prolific than the athlete with the most
number of football goals,
It was more immaculate than the palpable heart of a
life rendering mother,
It was more enticing than the most ravishing of malt
whisky and Caribbean
rum,
It was faster than the speed at which the aircraft
sped through placid carpets
of cool air,
It was more intricate than the most coherently
synchronized poetic verse,
It was more supple than the most succulent of ripened
water melon,
It was more effusive than a stream of tears cascading
down tender cheek,
It was more intense than scarlet blood trickling down
raw wounds,
And it was more omnipotent than any offering made to
the all-mighty,
O! yes the thing; that has made me scribble infinite
lines to describe,
Was none other than incorrigibly imprisoning 'TRUE
LOVE ”

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Triumphantly Godly Lap

 

I might have skittishly tossed and turned an
unfathomable number of times in my impoverished life;
fantastically replenishing every pore of my skin with
the most majestically ingratiating of silk,
But it was only in the Omnisciently sacrosanct lap of
my mother; that I blissfully closed my eyes to even
the most remotest trace of obnoxious alien light;
transited into eternally royal sleep….

I might have restlessly fidgeted and simmered an
incomprehensible number of times in my destitute life;
gloriously finding my way beneath a mountain of
rhapsodic raspberry,
But it was only in the perpetually invincible lap of
my mother; that I became oblivious to all unbearably
manipulative drudgery of this satanic world; found the
most blessedly heavenly of sleep…

I might have uncannily groped and wandered an endless
number of times in my diminutive life; engulfing my
nimble persona with the most euphorically vibrant of
melody,
But it was only in the aristocratically scintillating
lap of my mother; that I irrevocably shut my eardrums
to all abhorrently pugnacious hostility around me; fed
my soul with the bountifully benign mantra of
celestial sleep….

I might have irascibly choked and meandered a
countless number of times in my feckless life;
entrenching my intricate countenance with the finest
of spell binding artistry,
But it was only in the effulgently priceless lap of my
mother; that I huddled like an unconquerably handsome
prince; slept like an angel having descended from
crimson sky; for times immemorial….

I might have preposterously stumbled and trembled an
insurmountable number of times in my spurious life;
overwhelming every rickety bone of my body with
untamed exuberance,
But it was only in the resplendently Omnipotent lap of
my mother; that I wholesomely shrugged even the most
ethereal insinuation of disdainful uncertainty;
embraced the cisterns of divine sleep for centuries
unprecedented….

I might have inexorably wavered and quavered an
indefatigable number of times in my minuscule life;
feasting even the most inconspicuous bit of my flesh
in the aisles of gorgeously unprecedented luxury,
But it was only in the indomitably pristine lap of my
mother; that I uninhibitedly rejoiced far away from
the salacious vagaries of this estranged planet;
celestially surrendered all my dreariness to
mellifluously enchanting sleep….

I might have perniciously sighed and grunted a
limitless number of times in my insipid life;
submerging all my sinister lacklusterness in the most
poignantly undulating sea,
But it was only in the vividly fascinating lap of my
mother; that I felt all priceless compassion on this
Universe become my unassailable reflection; and my
eyes forever rolled in the cradle of unhindered
sleep….

I might have miserably simpered and sulked an
inconceivable number of times in my mercurial life;
inundating my truculently emaciated nostrils with the
most divinely rose scent,
But it was only in the sacredly Omnipresent lap of my
mother; that I felt reprieve from all traumatized pain
and agony; catapulted towards the skies of unendingly
gratifying sleep….

And I might have relentlessly floundered and squatted
an unimaginable number of times in my fugitive life;
exquisitely designing the most luxurious hammock in
the world to placate my baseless nervousness,
But it was only in the triumphantly godly lap of my
mother; that I became a refreshingly discovering child
once again; snuggling close to her inimitably
mesmerizing redolence and timelessly slept…






(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»True History shall forever be created…

 

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most ferociously untamed battlefield; where a zillion unflinchingly brave soldiers; were ready to shed their lives anytime for their motherland,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of the tumultuously rattling earthquakes; which wholesomely changed the topography of this earth; with mountains and ferocious seas suddenly arising out of sheer nothingness,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most revolutionary charged elections; which promised to dramatize the abysmally dwindling political scenario,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even at the ultimate summit of Mount Everest; with living bodies entirely naked; infallibly greeting the very first rays of royal dawn,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as your past; present and future were foretold; as accurately as the god’s had written it; by someone whom you were meeting for the first time in your impoverished life,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as paradise engulfed every cranny of this devastated earth today; with even the most infinitesimal monument of misery transforming itself into a sky of eternal happiness,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of romantically stormy sea; wherein each wave carried the innermost fantasy of your soul; to perennially unite with the seductively enamoring moonlight,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as it torrentially rained for endless number of nights and days; when there was just nothing else but water; to eat; breathe; sleep and exist for every organism alive,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as unparalleled gigantic Dinosaurs ruled this earth; irrefutably perpetuating their supremacy to every perceivable cranny on the globe; nonchalantly pulverizing whosoever who dared came their way; to insipid fragments of ash,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as man reached every existing planet in the cosmos; making full and judicious use of technology; and thereby spuriously feeling as if he were just next to God,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as spiritual leaders unstoppably recited the sacrosanct religious books of every religion on earth; sermonizing the verses of God to fathomless living and dead on the planet,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as every single tree on this earth was ruthlessly felled by bawdily corrupt man; to erect unceasing jungles of corporate concrete upon the foundations of innocent natural life,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most apocalyptic volcanoes; when countless territories of land and innocent man; evaporated into ludicrous oblivion; under the fury of vindictively unabashed lava,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as devilishly nomadic man; beheaded innumerable live children; sacrilegiously placing their impeccable scalps infront of the deity; in order to immortalize himself with the fabric of life,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as every mirror on the trajectory of this Universe shattered into a billion pieces; as soon as you held it infront of your face; lividly demonstrating yourself to be the most venerated superpower on planet divine,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as man sadistically sold even the carcasses of his century old and dead ancestors; digging their tombs to feed their bones and skull to the monstrously growling; witches and pigs,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as countless women unthinkably plunged themselves into burning pyres soon after their husbands; embracing voluntarily barbarous death in honor of their soul mates who were no longer alive,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as human being articulately maneuvered the nexus of almost everything in this commercial planet; on a singleton minuscule computer microchip,

Sadly, whereas it miserably failed to create the slightest in any of the above. True History was; is and shall forever be created everytime you gave the tiniest beat of your heart to others; everytime you melanged with the humanitarian spirit to survive; everytime you tried to altruistically unite the entire planet into the religion of oneness; everytime you fell in love….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»True Love inevitably comes to you

 

Until and Unless you don’t open your agglutinated eyes; you just wont be able to sight even an infinitesimal iota of Nature’s panoramically fathomless beauty; the mists of bewitching enchantment profusely inundating the atmosphere all around,

Until and Unless you don’t open your Spartan lips; you just wont be able to utter even the most ethereally nonchalant of sound; flood the dolorously morbid ambience around; with unbelievably spell-binding melody,

Until and Unless you don’t open your dogmatic stomach; you just wont be able to accommodate even the most obsoletely feckless ingredient of food; stupendously relish the unsurpassably pristine fruits of Nature divine,

Until and Unless you don’t open your clenched fists; you just wont be able to profoundly enjoy the exuberantly drifting breeze; feel the untamed exhilaration of fantastically rhapsodic air upon your lines of inevitable destiny,

Until and Unless you don’t open your incorrigble hips; you just wont be able to symbiotically defecate even a fugitive iota of the unfathomable trash; miserably asphyxiating and rotting in the walls of your holistic intestine,

Until and Unless you don’t open your stony ears; you just wont be able to decipher even the most transiently conspicuous of voice; wholesomely shunting yourself from the fabulously blessed decibels of synergistic worldliness,

Until and Unless you don’t open your intransigent cheeks; you just wont be able to blow the bountifully stupefying whistle; permeate every cranny of mother earth with incredulously ebullient sound,

Until and Unless you don’t open your vindictive conscience; you just wont be able to assimilate even a globule of irrefutably infallible truth; holistically imbibe the unconquerably emollient principles of humanity,

Until and Unless you don’t open your quagmire brain; you just wont be able to fantasize beyond the monotonously ordinary; uninhibitedly dance in the wisps of unbelievably ecstatic and silken paradise,

Until and Unless you don’t open your indignant toes; you just wont be able to astoundingly relax; let even the most vespered of your senses blend with the winds of fantastically rejuvenating tranquility, ’

Until and Unless you don’t open your incarcerated inhibitions; you just wont be able to perennially evolve; unassailably coalesce even the most the dwindling of your nerves with the heavens of miraculously ameliorating artistry,

Until and Unless you don’t open your irrevocable veins; you just wont be able to ubiquitously mélange every droplet of your blessed blood; with every caste; creed; tribe and race effulgently alive,

Until and Unless you don’t open your mechanized hair; you just wont be able to intrepidly adventure; let even the most forlornly livid of your wishes become an eternal petal of the exhilarating atmosphere,

Until and Unless you don’t open your thwarted throat; you just wont be able to tantalizingly sip the most exotically ravishing sips of water; serenade the devastated crannies of your neck with the most vivacious elixir of life,

Until and Unless you don’t open your entrapped muscles; you just wont be unflinchingly defend your diminutively impoverished persona; blossom into a wall of righteously fortified self-defense,

Until and Unless you don’t open your robotic shoulders; you just wont be able to wonderfully reach out to every echelon of humanity; timelessly mitigate and altruistically hoist countless deprived orphans towards their ultimate destination in life,

Until and Unless you don’t open your strangulated armpits; you just wont be able to feel the redolent trail of perseverance dribble down your body; golden globules of your hard-earned sweat make you feel more invincibly closer to the most humanitarianly blessed mission in life,

Until and Unless you don’t open your imprisoned nostrils; you just wont be able to lead even an obfuscated trifle of enigmatic life; eternally rejoice in the Omnipotent supremacy of undefeatably charismatic creation,

But irrespective of whether you opened your heart the slightest in your chest or not; the true love of your destiny inevitably comes searching for you from even the most dying realms of infinite infinity; to unabashedly and immortally bond with every beat of your Omnipresently blessed existence….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»True Romance

 

True silence is when you; profusely concentrated for
hours immemorial on the mystically lingering voice of
your righteous conscience,

True adolescence is when you; start feeling that you
were no longer that immaculate child frolicking once
upon a time; in the sacrosanct lap of your mother,

True perseverance is when you; work unflinchingly
under sweltering rays of the Sun; earn your bread at
the cost of your blood; amidst a pack of hostile
wolves,

True effervescence is when you; voraciously splash
both your hands and feet in euphorically swirling and
tangy ocean water,

True diligence is when you; remain committed to your
mission; even after it was successfully completed,

True obeisance is when you; humbly bow down before the
people you revere; wholesomely shrugging all your
pompously inflated mountain of pretentions,

True penance is when you; feel really sorry from the
inner most realms of the soul; are ready to do
anything to rectify your horrifically treacherous
sins,

True benevolence is when you; philanthropically donate
to your fellow compatriots in inexplicable pain; even
you are shivering on the tenterhooks of abrupt
extinction,

True disturbance is when you; keep murmuring something
irascibly pertinent under your breath; while the other
person is trying to profoundly emphasize upon his
point of view,

True pretence is when you; act like an irrefutably
unconquerable king; even when you didn’t posses the
capacity to hear your own voice,

True reverence is when you; insurmountably cherish the
memories of your beloved; even countless centuries
after their death,

True cadence is when you; rhythmically measure every
beat you sing; to the most astronomical degree of
perfection with the melodious wind,

True malevolence is when you; hate a person to the
most unprecedented limits; even in your ethereally
fading nocturnal dreams,

True vengeance is when you; take infinite births to
take revenge from the person who traumatized you; if
at all this birth proved futile,

True fragrance is when you; profusely smelt the
exotically blossoming lotus; let its redolence
altruistically diffuse in every corner of this
Universe,

True prudence is when you; contemplated to the fullest
capacity of your ingeniously god gifted mind; were
able to perceive beyond the most fathomless of times,

True renaissance is when you; intrepidly motivated
your entire country to rise against the lecherously
evil; annihilate even the most tiniest trace of
heinous evil from the belly of mother earth,

True distance is when you; inevitably cant bond with
the love of your life; even when you lived just
whisker lengths of breath away,
True existence is when you; lead each day of unveiling
life to its absolute fullest; instilled the same wave
of palpably exuberant life in each of your fellow
human beings,

And true romance is when you; could do anything for
the person whom you loved on this planet; stand beside
her even when she was about to enter her grace and you
still had countless more births destined of precious
life….



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

 

True satisfaction lies in feeding the devastatingly
deprived; not in ruthlessly snatching the last morsel
of food from their pathetically starved stomachs; just
to tantalize your spuriously non-existent buds of
baseless taste,

True satisfaction lies in educating the ludicrously
illiterate; not in barbarically extricating their last
iota of discerning consciousness; just to
meaninglessly tingle the soles of your; sordidly
treacherous feet,

True satisfaction lies in uplifting the disastrously
maimed to the ultimate destination of their choice;
not in savagely excoriating the mercurial conglomerate
of flesh and bone on their staggering body; just to
uselessly placate your skin; with bombastic warmth,

True satisfaction lies in philanthropically assisting
the blind to cross the rambunctious street; not in
invidiously climbing over their hapless shoulders;
just in order to meet your boss on the other side;
before your manipulative colleague could,

True satisfaction lies in becoming the profuse source
of sound for the unfathomably deaf; not in
ecstatically occupying their horrifically debilitated
eardrum; just in order to profoundly mystify your
commercial senses; with the carpet of darkness inside,

True satisfaction lies in speaking vociferously for
the horrendously dumb; not in insidiously maneuvering
their innocence towards the diabolical gallows; just
in order to save your murderously stinking life,

True satisfaction lies in rescuing the innocuously
orphaned infant drowning uncontrollably in the satanic
waters; not in using his impeccable countenance as a
lifeboat; just in order to reach invincibly to the
other side of the; gloriously shimmering shores,

True satisfaction lies in placating the dreadfully
dreary senses of a fatigued traveler; not in
perennially resting and parasitically feasting on his
wavering shadow; just to pacify the already supremely
satisfied elements in his blood,

True satisfaction lies in sowing seeds of invincible
peace in resplendent soil; not in mercilessly
massacring fathomless forests of beauty with swords of
heinous corruption; just in order to embellish your
pompous castles; with biscuits of extra silver,

True satisfaction lies in; marvelously becoming the
voice of the tyrannically molested; not in ominously
snatching every word before it even crept up their
nimble throat; just to be thunderously heard; by all
powerhouses and kingdoms in the world; alike,

True satisfaction lies in; benevolently embracing all
those old and despondently struggling; not in
satanically plucking out the tender hair from their
witheringly fragile bodies; just in order to fill in
the bald portions of your; inconspicuously frigid wig,

True satisfaction lies in; enveloping all those
uncouthly trembling in bizarre cold in blankets of
eternally mesmerizing humanity; not in parasitically
sucking even the most infinitesimal droplet of
poignant blood from their body; just in order to fill
in your empty glasses of solitude,

True satisfaction lies in; disseminating unprecedented
happiness in all those despicable hutments besieged
with inexplicable gloom; not in extinguishing the slim
flames of hope in their interiors; just in order to
illuminate your disgustingly sleazy world; of ghastly
lechery and crime,

True satisfaction lies in; uninhibitedly freeing all
those savagely incarcerated in chains of treachery;
not in tumultuously inflicting all your frustration of
the day upon their miserably diminutive caricatures;
just in order to spuriously relax the surplus tension;
in your overwhelming agitated nerves and bones,

True satisfaction lies in; incessantly endeavoring to
coalesce all discriminating religions into the
immortally impregnable religion of humanity; not in
perpetuating malicious feuds in civilizations melanged
with symbiotic solidarity; just to snobbishly appease
your taste buds; at the sight of viciously raining
blood,

True satisfaction lies in; indefatigably marching on
the invincible pathways of benign unity; not in
maliciously shattering the fortress of mankind; just
to impart that baseless bit of extra reinvigoration;
to your foundations of non-existent prejudice,

True satisfaction lies in; astoundingly proliferating
newness to synergistically continue God’s chapter of
priceless existence; not in venomously annihilating
the innocuously divine; just in order to pugnaciously
survive; for a countless more lifetimes,

True satisfaction lies in; benevolently sacrificing
every iota of rhapsodic breath to nourish
unequivocally spell binding goodness; not in sinfully
burying a robustly sparkling organism infinite
kilometers beneath drab soil; just in order to stand
with laughably meticulous precision; upon your own
dwindling feet,

And true satisfaction lies in; perpetually bonding
broken hearts all across the fabulously fathomless
Universe; not in malevolently stealing passionately
palpitating beats with gay abandon; just in order to
keep your body; pathetically and forever alive….





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

 

THERE LAY A gigantic boulder sprawled in the middle of
the street,
draped with an abraded finish of sparkling steel gray,
punctured at infinite spots of its body with a host of
serration's,
left solitary on the road without traces of
established identity.


A carpenter passing by thought of chiseling it to fine
pieces,
with incessant strokes of his tapered hostile saw.


The gardener mused on embossing it with wild cactus,
entangling it with a plethora of thorny shrub and
brilliant rose.


The sharp witted pilot envisaged its appearance with
wings,
applauded himself for figuring out the supreme
innovation.


The watchmaker felt like studding it with a jugglery
of slender needle,
reinforcing its base with innocuous amounts of
clockwork machinery.


The palmist had an impulse of engraving it with fine
lines,
reading aloud chivalrously the waves of destiny
hovering around its persona.

’



The chef of the hotel had a strong stare at it,
decided to lambaste it into dainty slices of fresh
salad.


The archaeologist seemed to be reeling in waves of
euphoric delight,
commenced to jot down notes regarding the very source
of its existence.


The police on the street viewed it with gruesome
disdain,
as it obliterated their visions of the flowing
traffic.


Groups of lovers paid handsome tributes, assuming it to
be an sacrificial
altar,
inscribing their names with white sticks of chalk, red
blood,
sketching their hearts with slanting arrows ripping
through the core.


The writers pen filled sheets of virgin paper with
innumerable lines,
portraying the glory of the inanimate object to all.


The most professional of them all was a hungrily
starved beggar,
he didn't waste a minute pondering on the stone,
instead constructed his dwelling on the island of
amalgamated rock,
slept all night in unperturbed tranquil,
within the rustic interiors of his rock stone house.






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»Trust Me

 

Trust me; and I’ll sacrifice each iota of my blood; to
witness you enchantingly smile,

Trust me; and I’ll bring the resplendent festoon of
stars down on earth; to enlighten each cranny of your
disastrously impoverished life,

Trust me; and I’ll blend all the lecherously heinous
with raw bits of threadbare soil; alleviate your
turbulently estranged life of its bizarre sadness,

Trust me; and I’ll stand like an invincibly towering
fortress beside your side; would behead my scalp but
ensure that not even the most minuscule of enemy;
transgressed against your blissful snores,

Trust me; and I’ll help you pass all your horrendously
cumbersome examinations; propelling you irrefutably to
forever emerge a euphoric winner in life,

Trust me; and I’ll inundate your dolorously drab life
with rhapsodically everlasting fragrance; bring the
most captivating of paradise on your divinely toes,

Trust me; and I’ll wholeheartedly donate all my riches
to your desolate soul; indefatigably carry you upon my
shoulders; till you achieved your ultimate mission in
life,

Trust me; and I’ll be your best friend for infinite
more births of yours yet to unveil; would massacre
even the most infinitesimal trace of sadness; before
it dared to linger near your persona,

Trust me; and I’ll ignite untamed cloudbursts of
desire in your pathetically dreary existence; enrich
each of your dreadfully frightening nightmares; with
optimistic rays of light,

Trust me; and I’ll pacify each of your demands with
every ingredient compassionately inhabiting my scarlet
blood; weeping a countless deaths but never letting
you cry,

Trust me; and I’ll sequester you from the most
mightiest storm and rain; incessantly walking on a
blanket of acrimonious thorns; while you danced in
realms of misty sky,

Trust me; and I’ll flood your every morning with the
heavenly aroma of ebullient happiness; preparing for
you the most ravishing meals of your choice,

Trust me; and I’ll metamorphose each step you tread on
into a mesmerizing cloud of tantalizing satin;
becoming your emphatically poignant voice; whenever
you felt like collapsing on the ground,

Trust me; and I’ll save you from the clutches of the
manipulatively drudged society; liberate you from the
inscrutably crippling repertoire of your fearful
apprehensions,

Trust me; and I’ll construct a castle for you on every
space you cast your impeccable sight; embellish your
queenly countenance with the most majestic jewels;
strewn on this boundless planet,

Trust me; and I’ll perpetually become your beam of
unconquerable hope; everytime you felt you were
inevitably stepping into a land of; hopelessly
debilitating darkness,

Trust me; and I’ll solve the most astoundingly
baffling enigmas of your life; perennially see to it
that you bounced and blossomed into bountiful
radiance; and insatiably enamoring charm,

Trust me; and I’ll wash all your inadvertently sins
with every element of goodness levitating in
atmosphere; make you intransigently float in the ocean
of seductively gorgeous fantasy,

Trust me; and I’ll transform each of your
philanthropic aspirations into a veritable reality;
maneuvering you safely towards unprecedented richness;
even after I relinquished my last breath and died,

Trust me O! Beloved; and I’ll find you the ultimate
love of your splendidly divine life; even though it
forever meant; ruthlessly eliminating mine….

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