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»Unbiased beauty

 

I covered my body with pure silk garment,
sprinkled wild shrub extract on countless pores of
skin,
shaved my face of the minutest of hair with
Flintstone,
oiled scalp root hair till they shone like gold,
massaged my arms with sandalwood paste,
bathed in perfumed water cascading from the mountain,
rubbed teeth enamel with neem tree bark,
adorned eyelashes with wax mascara,
crushed lotus petals with my feet,
polished my nails with rose nail paint,
evacuated moistened sweat with cologne tissue,
slept on king sized bed filled with iced water,
walked through dungeons dripping with grape vine rain,
cut slices of peach with diamond studded knife,
rolled wildly in heaps of talcum powder,
transforming my wheatish flesh to snow white.
licked my lips with slimy tongue,
accentuating their blood red colour,
i then stared in the mirror,
awaiting kingly handsome flashes of reflection,
the thick glass reflector vomited artificial beauty,
echoed that true splendor lies in unbiased love,
residing deep in dormitories of throbbing heart'



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

 

If you thought that the entire world was your majestic
stage; and you could exuberantly dance on its
enigmatically marvelous platform; for centuries
immemorial,

If you thought that the entire world was your
resplendent stage; and you could uninhibitedly frolic
on its bountifully fantastic landscape; till even
beyond the aisles of infinite infinity,

If you thought that the entire world was your
priceless stage; and you could unrestrictedly sleep in
its celestially spell binding cradle; till infinite
more births of yours yet to unveil,

If you thought that the entire world was your
vivacious stage; and you could indefatigably learn in
its philanthropically symbiotic lap; for decades
unprecedented,

If you thought that the entire world was your eclectic
stage; and you could unrelentingly fantasize in its
blessed mists; for a zillion minutes,

If you thought that the entire world was your
proliferating stage; and you could unstoppably kiss in
its compassionate embrace; till the time mother earth
synergistically existed,

If you thought that the entire world was your
mesmerizing stage; and you could artistically discover
on its incredibly tantalizing trajectory; for an
unfathomable gorge of endless hours which none had the
power to conceive,

If you thought that the entire world was your royal
stage; and you could uncontrollably rejoice in its
waterfalls of perennially enchanting love; for as long
as the clock of life inscrutably ticked,

If you thought that the entire world was your
patriotic stage; and you could unflinchingly adventure
in its ship of intrepidly limitless ecstasy; till
tireless fortnights galore,

If you thought that the entire world was your
ingratiating stage; and you could harmoniously mélange
in its swirl of invincibly unshakable brotherhood;
till even beyond the veritable definitions of time,

If you thought that the entire world was your
scintillating stage; and you could victoriously blaze
in its spirit of sacrosanct mankind; for instants
unsurpassable,

If you thought that the entire world was your pristine
stage; and you could unceasingly exult in its rainbow
of untainted desire; for a fathomlessly more euphoric
nights,

If you thought that the entire world was your
undefeated stage; and you could sensuously fulminate
in its mountain of ardently unparalleled yearning;
till entrenchments beyond the construable reach of
voice,

If you thought that the entire world was your divinely
stage; and you could titillate every slavering
ingredient of your skin in its fountain of unblemished
happiness; for as long as breath remained as the sole
panacea for leading life,

If you thought that the entire world was your
emollient stage; and you could quench your every
benign yearning in its Sun of Omnipotent success; till
even after the last trace of strength had extradited
from your bones,

If you thought that the entire world was your
inimitable stage; and you could ecstatically innovate
in its fabric of supreme selflessness; till even the
most mercurial decibel of sound palpitated in the
atmosphere,

If you thought that the entire world was your
unconquerable stage; and you could innocuously paint
its vividly flocculent canvas; as long as there was
Sun and Moon with equal equanimity in sapphire sky,

If you thought that the entire world was your
miraculous stage; and you could immortally bond in its
romantically impeccable paradise; for days and nights
incomprehensible,

Then what you are thinking is unassailably right; if
only you could add BY THE GRACE OF GOD to each of your
holistically Samaritan thoughts; O! Yes all that you
are thinking is more than a 100 % true reflection of
your humanitarian soul; by the grace of the Creator
Divine…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Unassailable lord Almighty

 

These impoverished eyes were irrefutably mine; but
every ray of peerlessly benign goodness that they
selflessly radiated; was that of the Omnipotent Lord
Almighty,

These impoverished ears were irrefutably mine; but
every sound of symbiotically united triumph that they
heard; was that of the Insuperable Lord Almighty,

These impoverished lips were irrefutably mine; but
every ubiquitously gregarious smile that they emanated
into; was that of the boundless Lord Almighty,

These impoverished eyelashes were irrefutably mine;
but every divinely unfettered sensuousness that they
diffused; was that of the Omniscient Lord Almighty,

These impoverished fingers were irrefutably mine; but
every ounce of majestic artistry that they culminated
into; was that of the fathomless Lord Almighty,

These impoverished veins were irrefutably mine; but
every droplet of synergistically humanitarian blood
that they nourished; was that of the undefeated Lord
Almighty,

These impoverished feet were irrefutably mine; but
every step towards blazingly divine righteousness that
they embarked upon; was that of the unparalleled Lord
Almighty,

This impoverished brain was irrefutably mine; but
every fantasy evolving timelessly untarnished newness;
was that of the unconquerable Lord Almighty,

This impoverished tongue was irrefutably mine; but
every sound of wonderfully egalitarian oneness that it
wafted; was that of the inimitable Lord Almighty,

This impoverished throat was irrefutably mine; but
every beautifully victorious globule of water that it
holistically slurped; was that of the invincible Lord
Almighty,

These impoverished shoulders were irrefutably mine;
but every molecule of unsurpassably glorious
philanthropism that they hoisted; was that of the
limitless Lord Almighty,

This impoverished shadow was irrefutably mine; but
every iota of celestially enamoring mollification that
it provided; was that of the ever-pervading Lord
Almighty,

This impoverished signature was irrefutably mine; but
every trace of fearlessly unhindered authority in it;
was that of the indomitable Lord Almighty,

This impoverished skin was irrefutably mine; but every
speck of pristinely convivial compassion it; was that
of the Omnipresent Lord Almighty,

These impoverished nostrils were irrefutably mine; but
every puff of magically bonding passion that they
inexhaustibly exhaled; was that of the everlasting
Lord Almighty,

This impoverished heart was irrefutably mine; but
every beat of Immortal love that it unstoppably
palpitated; was that of the perpetual Lord Almighty,

This impoverished conscience was irrefutably mine; but
every ingredient of impregnable truth profoundly
embellishing it; was that of the miraculous Lord
Almighty,

This impoverished sweat was irrefutably mine; but
every stream of unimaginably regal honesty that it
dribbled into; was that of the perennial Lord
Almighty,

And this impoverished body was irrefutably mine; but
every ingredient of astoundingly procreating virility
which never ever let the Universe come to a
horrifically abrupt standstill; was that of the
unassailable Lord Almighty…

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reserved.
 
»Unceasingly sizeless

 

Every foot on this wonderfully colossal Universe had a
specific size; some as large as the untamed bohemian
giants; while some as small as intricately delectable
mushroom sprouts,

Every hand on this insatiably resplendent Universe had
a specific size; some as large as boundlessly rustic
tree-trunks; while some as small as exotically petite
ice-candy cones,

Every waist on this beautifully bountiful Universe had
a specific size; some as large as haplessly sailing
parachutes in fathomlessly azure sky; while some as
small as an infinitesimally infidel ant’s nest,

Every lip on this wonderfully timeless Universe had a
specific size; some as large as replenishing coconut
shells; while some as small as cherries ripped apart
into a zillion pieces,

Every finger on this gigantically iridescent Universe
had a specific size; some as large as brilliantly
towering mountain peaks; while some as small as an
orphaned globule of evanescent water,

Every ear on this timelessly endowing Universe had a
specific size; some as large as an uninhibitedly
flapping banana leaf; while some as small as the stray
cat’s soggily curled whisker,

Every neck on this limitlessly luminescent Universe
had a specific size; some as large as uncontrollably
galloping Kangaroo; while some as small as the
miserably decrepit pebble on the street,
Every head on this tirelessly triumphant Universe had
a specific size; some as large as dinosaurs
unblemished egg; while some as small as the
boisterously buzzing bumble bee,

Every tooth on this exuberantly victorious Universe
had a specific size; some as large as jagged caves of
compassionate snow; while some as small as the
fascinatingly broken pencil tip,

Every eyeball on this exotically effulgent Universe
had a specific size; some as large as fields of
rampantly sprawling corn; while some as small as
pinches of diminutively disappearing salt,

Every wrist on this majestically mitigating Universe
had a specific size; some as large as King’s patriotic
army; while some as small as the caterpillar shivering
inexplicably inside his shell,

Every bone on this unbelievably rhapsodic Universe had
a specific size; some as large as the inscrutably
undulating sea-wave; while some as small as the
parsimoniously pulverized shells on the estranged
shores,

Every nose on this harmoniously fructifying Universe
had a specific size; some as large as the ultimate
pine tree tip; while some as small as the disdainful
worm slithering haplessly on cold ground,

Every personality on this gregariously opalescent
Universe had a specific size; some as large as the
fathomlessly sparkling sky; while some as small as the
truculently battered and cacophonically wailing
beggar’s bowl,

Every hair on this altruistically undaunted Universe
had a specific size; some as large as the waterfall of
immeasurable silk; while some as small as the
mercurial dot of white in the moonless night,

Every tongue on this convivially eclectic Universe had
a specific size; some as large as the profoundly full
blossomed plumage of the enamoring peacock; while some
as small as the ethereally alluring and
inconspicuously incongruous dewdrop,

Every shadow on this unlimitedly blessing Universe had
a specific size; some as large as the backdropp of
Mount Everest; while some as small as the passage of
trapped air within the lackluster keyhole,

Every dream on this perpetually divine Universe had a
specific size; some as large as the unrelenting
whirlpool of freshly born desire; while some as small
as the crow’s obnoxiously abstemious and unsavory
feather,

But every heart on this invincibly Immortal Universe
was unceasingly sizeless; selflessly radiating
symbiotically passionate rivers of love; till times
even after life on the planet had stopped to be; and
forever and ever and ever…

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»The talking

 

For the blissfully fructifying trees; it was the astounding festoon of
marvelously enchanting green leaves; which did the vividly mesmerizing
and
sprightly talking,

For the fathomlessly silken skies; it was the handsomely crimson puffs
of
untamed clouds; which did the inscrutably reinvigorating and
compassionate
talking,

For the vividly exuberant oceans; it was the spell bindingly tangy
swirl of
the frosty waves; which did the uninhibitedly boisterous and triumphant
talking,

For the robustly harmonious body; it was the perpetually quintessential
streams of scarlet blood; which did the timelessly humanitarian and
victorious talking,

For the resplendently enamoring rose; it was the celestially
unparalleled
fragrance; which did the pricelessly unconquerable and wonderfully
divine
talking,

For the endlessly virile soil; it was the magically sprouting fruit;
which
did the unbelievably altruistic and bounteously symbiotic talking,

For the indomitably towering mountain; it was the inimitably fantastic
epitome of unity; which did the unsurpassably amiable and intrepidly
replenishing talking,

For the intricately nimble palms; it was the astoundingly mystical
labyrinth
of destiny lines; which did the inexplicably rhapsodic and ebulliently
stupefied talking,

For the limitlessly royal deserts; it were the enchanting undulations
of
sands; which did the boundlessly surreal and tantalizingly unceasing
talking,

For the ingeniously inexhaustible brain; it was the unassailable
reservoir
of fantasy; which did the effulgently melodious and fearlessly sensuous
talking,

For the pristinely sacrosanct cow; it was the impeccably insuperable
cistern
of milk; which did the righteously untainted and undefeatedly truthful
talking,

For the emphatically dancing eye; it was incredulously heartwarming
river of
affable moisture; which did the ardently coalescing and uninhibitedly
blessed talking,

For the Omnipotently blistering Sun; it was the amazingly unfettered
rays of
freedom; which did the brilliantly liberated and timelessly infallible
talking,

For the articulately evolving Artist; it was the beautifully honest
soul;
which did the unfathomably majestic and pricelessly synergistic
talking,

For the indefatigably patriotic Soldier; it was the virtue of
perennially
indomitable fearlessness; which did the victoriously jubilant and
peerlessly
liberated talking,

For the Omnisciently venerated Mother; it was the freshly born infant;
which
did the tirelessly euphoric and everlastingly enchanting talking,

For the inebriated nubile Maiden; it was the torrential cloudburst of
sensuousness; which did the seductively captivating and gloriously
titillating talking,

For the chapter of unendingly proliferating life; it was unconquerably
endowing breath; which did the spell bindingly gracious and
philanthropically ameliorating talking,

And for the Omnipresently true love; it was the unabashedly Godly
heartbeat;
which did the Immortally victorious and endlessly procreating talking….

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»The tenacious moonlight

 

The vivid moonlight amidst the vast expanse of black, ’
Mesmerizing with tranquil tunes,
Whispers its sanity below,
To dark and moisture laden sultry air,
Intruding upon the blissful silence.

The spiritual harmony in whitish tinge,
Scrapes away ghastly black petals of malice,
Glistening in quiet contentment,
Revealing non violent signs of complete triumph,
Sprinkling crystalline dew drops of everlasting love.

It invades upon the softness of the night,
Giving rise to springs of spontaneous affinity,
Dreary to a host of artificial emotions,
Blazing its entrance into the world,
With strong mists of belief in self as its lone saviour.
 
»The tenacity of my love

 

EVEN IF YOU were an obdurate stone; with loads of callousness embedded rigidly in your persona,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transformed you into molten wax rampantly dripping down; eventually blending with the earth.


Even if you were the dry desert; harboring a plethora of acrimonious cactus and violently blistering winds,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; inundated you with fresh water; imparting a perennial wetness to your sands.


Even if you were the satanic demon; with your armory of brutal teeth scintillating wickedly under the moon,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; brought about a dramatic metamorphosis in you; converting you into an immaculate angel.


Even if you were the incorrigible dictator; rebuking all in proximity with your volley of expletives and commands,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; pacified you overwhelmingly; exonerated the bitterness in your voice.


Even if you were deadly poison; causing instantaneous death on consumption,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; completely annihilated your venom; making you as sweet as golden nectar.


Even if you were pallid paint sticking languidly to the walls; propagating waves of disparaging gloom in the ambience,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; impregnated you with brilliantly vibrant color; made you profoundly smile.


Even if you were poignant green chili; thunderously shouting expending supreme capacity of your lungs,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transmuted you into innocuous sugar; irrefutably sweet in taste.


Even if you were the viciously lethal reptile; baring your fangs at me with utter hostility,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; changed you into the resplendent fish; gliding sedately through the swirling ocean.


Even if you were blazing volcano; torching all those who came even centimeters near you; devouring innocent humans in your fiery belly like inconspicuous insects,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transfigured you into the melodious stream weaving its way enchantingly through meadows of soft grass.


And even if you were the idol of horrendous hatred; ostracizing humanity severely for its benevolent deeds,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; rekindled in you the essence of sharing; the insatiable urge to caress and care.

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»The tenacity of my love-1

 

Even If you were an obdurate stone; with loads of callousness embedded
rigidly
in your persona,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transformed you into
molten
wax rampantly dripping down; eventually blending with the earth.

Even if you were the dry desert; harboring a plethora of acrimonious
cactus
and violently blistering winds,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; inundated you with
fresh
water; imparting a perennial wetness to your sands.

Even if you were the satanic demon; with your armory of brutal teeth
scintillating wickedly under the moon,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; brought about a
dramatic
metamorphosis in you; converting you into an immaculate angel.

Even if you were the incorrigible dictator; rebuking all in proximity
with
your volley of expletives and commands,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; pacified you
overwhelmingly;
exonerated the bitterness in your voice.

Even if you were deadly poison; causing instantaneous death on
consumption,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; completely annihilated
your
venom; making you as sweet as golden nectar.

Even if you were pallid paint sticking languidly to the walls;
propagating
waves of disparaging gloom in the ambience,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; impregnated you with
brilliantly vibrant color; made you profoundly smile.

Even if you were poignant green chili; thunderously shouting expending
supreme
capacity of your lungs,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transmuted you into
innocuous
sugar; irrefutably sweet in taste.

Even if you were the viciously lethal reptile; baring your fangs at me
with
utter hostility,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; changed you into the
resplendent fish; gliding sedately through the swirling ocean.

Even if you were blazing volcano; torching all those who came even
centimeters
near you; devouring innocent humans in your fiery belly like
inconspicuous
insects,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transfigured you into
the
melodious stream weaving its way enchantingly through meadows of soft
grass.

And even if you were the idol of horrendous hatred; ostracizing
humanity
severely for its benevolent deeds,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; rekindled in you the
essence
of sharing; the insatiable urge to caress and care.



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»The Thing

 

The thing as frigid as a dead follicle of hair; was
indiscreet hatred,

The thing as disdainful as the bathroom cockroach; was
illicit smuggling,

The thing as pale as the dilapidated wall; was
overwhelming prejudice,

The thing as resplendent as the pearly moon; was a
gregarious smile on the
luscious lips,

The thing as morose as the broken branch of the tree;
was tumultuous sorrow
blended with grief,

The thing as transparent as the crystal mountain
stream; was unsolicited
truth,

The thing as bankrupt as a bedraggled beggar; was
pugnacious enmity,

The thing as innocuous as the hazel eyed monkey; was
the cry of a small
child,

The thing as volatile as hot green chili; was
immensely provoked anger,

The thing as sweet as freshly prepared nectar; was the
voice of the benevolent
propagating humanity,

The thing as blotted as the abysmally dark waters of
the gutter; was
indiscriminately brutal crime,

The thing as cold as frozen pulp of icecream; was
blatant jealousy,

The thing as nostalgic as the oblivious past; was
indefatigable fantasies of
the brain,

The thing as sizzling as ravishing brown crustacean
coffee; was stupendous
exultation,

The thing as inflated as a gas balloon; was
ostentatious pride,

The thing as appeasing as appetizing morsels of food;
was philanthropic
friendship which fortified by the minute,

The thing as vociferous as a barking dog; was
insatiable hunger which arose
sporadically in the stomach,

The thing as infinite as the boundaries of the emerald
ocean; was
ubiquitous humanity,

The thing as inevitably intoxicating as liquor; was
unfathomable greed,

The thing as venomous as the sting of a scorpion; was
racial discrimination,

The thing as preposterously huge as the impeccable
dolphin; was empathy
towards fellow beings,

The thing as starved as scorched sands of the desert;
was the ominously
diabolic devil,

And the thing as impeccable as white pearls
impregnated in oyster shells; as
effusive as thunderous rain pelting down; was
perpetual love.


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»The thing I feared the most

 

When I transgressed through the soil of scorching
desert; with the sun blazing
down my nape in full radiance,
The thing I feared the most was the insatiable desire
for water; which kept
overpowering me when I knew there were no resources
available.

When I was sleeping blissfully in the night; with
mystical reveries besieging
my mind,
The thing I feared the most; was rambunctious noise
jolting me wide awake from
my celestial siesta.

When I was chopping the trunk of corrugated tree;
utilizing the full tenacity
of my wrists,
The thing I feared the most; was the blade of my axe
acquiring incongruous
rust; emancipating its sharpness.

When I was swimming through placid waters of the
river; with lavender coated
petals of lotus drifting past my nose,
The thing I feared the most; was turbulent waves
pervading the still waters;
disrupting the synchrony of my swim.

When I was traveling up the monumental edifice in an
elevator; sighting
spacious dwellings now as condensed matchboxes,
The thing I feared the most; was the intricate coil of
lift brusquely
snapping; and the contraption hurling at full speeds
towards the stony
ground.

When I was driving my car at swashbuckling speeds
through picturesque slopes;
feasting my eyes on a backdropp of panoramic
waterfalls,
The thing I feared the most; was the twin brakes
failing and the automobile
wildly careening into the treacherous valley.

When I was nibbling rustic berries; plucking them in
clusters from the
vivaciously swirling jungle tree,
The thing I feared the most; was the likelihood of the
fruit being savagely
poisoned; having the ghastly potential of causing
death.

When I embellished my persona with grandiloquent slabs
of glittering gold;
wore jingling necklaces studded with an armory of
scintillating diamonds,
The thing I feared the most; was the brutal onslaught
of robbers viciously
tearing apart my wealth.

When I diligently working on the contemporary
computer; with the fluorescent
light of the screen infiltrating my eyes,
The thing that I feared the most; was a host of
obnoxious virus permeating the
software; assassinating all the files I had
scrupulously stored.

When I was shivering incessantly in winter winds; the
partition of my teeth
clattering inevitably,
The thing I feared the most; was the snow
precipitating from the skies;
exacerbating my condition still further.

And when I was with my beloved; encompassed in the
warmth of her arms; the
essence of her breath inundating me with unprecedented
happiness,
The thing I feared the most; was the creator taking
her far away from me; as I
knew there was no other power existing on earth; that
could try and possibly
separate us.

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