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»They didnt spare me even after my death

 

When I was just born; witnessing the first rays of brilliant dawn,
swinging innocuously in my rustic cradle; with intricate bells jingling over
my forehead,
they asked me whether I wanted honey or frosty milk.

When I grew a little older; crawling onerously on my spongy pair of feet,
crying effusively; emitting volatile tears from my cheek,
They asked me whether; I wanted a toy; embracing and hoisting me high in
their arms.

When I started going to school; voraciously pedaling my dilapidated bicycle,
Chewing my crimson colored lips; which superbly blended with my babyish
white tinge,
They asked me insistently; about the marks I had secured in my arithmetic paper.

When I scrupulously passed high school; passing with exorbitant marks in a
plethora of subjects,
The surreal days of childhood; now an evanescent memory of the past,
They asked me the arenas I was going to specialize; trying to decode my aptitude towards
life.

When I transited to realms of youth; with impetuous blood circulating in
slender veins,
Bulging muscles protruding from the flimsy fabric of my knitted shirt,
They asked me; the ways and indispensable means to perspire in the sun and
earn.

When I procreated a battalion of progeny of my own,
Devoting infinite hours of the day; catering to their boisterous demands,
They asked me; whether the children were mine or did I adopt them.

When I acquired the form of an old man; with grizzly hair encompassing
my scalp,
An ocean of bones drooping in my body; with gaping holes clearly visible
as I blatantly opened my mouth,
They asked me; how much I had achieved in the tenure of my life,
Trying to test reserve levels of my prevailing endurance.

And eventually when I departed for my heavenly abode; succumbing to perils
of old age,
The amalgamate of supple flesh and bones in my body; reduced to sacrosanct
ash,
They mercilessly asked the cause of my death; the amount of affluence I had
accumulated
and now safely stored.


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

 

When you were exploring the mountains; think of the
snow clad slopes; the colossal heights and
exhilaration yet to be achieved,

When you were exploring the ocean; think of the
resplendent scores of fish swimming around with
uninhibited glee; the vivacious charisma of the frothy
waters which struck you in boisterous tandem every
minute,

When you were exploring the sky; think of the satiny
conglomerate of clouds circumventing your body; the
infinite number of fairies and angels residing
blissfully in cosmotic space,

When you were exploring the forests; think of the
astounding fraternity of beasts that you were about to
encounter; the boundless numbers of mystical webs
which the spider had spun at every wooded inlet,

When you were exploring the corn fields; think of the
farmer who had assiduously planted these countless
saplings; the sporty grasshopper which played hide and
seek between the weeds,

When you were exploring the dungeons; think of the
perennial darkness that lingered around; the
enigmatically hooded serpent that sat majestically
perched on the gargantuan pile of glittering gold,

When you were exploring the swanky office; think of
the spuriously smiling boss sitting camouflaged behind
the revolving chair; the incomprehensible number of
files and computers functioning to optimum ability all
round the clock,

When you were exploring the brain; think of the
incredulously charged up cells; the unfathomably
exhaustive reservoir of memory and imagination that
enabled a lean and rickety bodied man; to rule the
entire world,

When you were exploring the royal palace; think of the
kings and queens who must have adorned the diamond
studded throne on their day; the legendary legacy they
bequeathed to their siblings even centuries after
their death,

When you were exploring the roads; think about the
incessant vehicle smoke that arose; the countless
battalions of cars, scooters; the innocent pedestrians
that trespassed unceasingly at every hour of the day
and with every trickle of the night,

When you were exploring the gutters; think about the
indefatigable number of squalid cockroach; the fat and
parasitic leech which furtively oozed out from all
corners to feast on innocuous blood and flesh,

When you were exploring the dictionary; think of the
unsurpassable number of words that you were going to
browse through; the stupendously enamoring meaning
that each page conveyed to enlighten your dreary
senses,

When you were exploring the temple; think of the
sacrosanct idols which were embodied inside; the
omnipotent aura which they generated as you sedately
passed them by,

When you were exploring the century old Banyan tree;
think of the host of palpable organisms who had made
it their dwelling place; the enchantingly entwined
roots that dangled freely to give bored people a
hearty swing,

When you were exploring the magnificently alluring
building; think of the synchronized configuration of
handsome bricks which fortified it from the outside;
the labyrinth of rooms and space which incorporated
its strong belly,

When you were exploring the caves replete with frozen
ice-cream; think of the slender icicles that were
suspended languidly from the ceiling; the enormous
amounts of titillating snow that that besieged every
iota of free space,

When you were exploring the pugnacious battlefield;
think of the valiant soldiers which beheaded their
scalps for the sake of their country; fought
audaciously against all odds to ensure that their
countrymen slept blissfully under the quilts,

When you were exploring the handsomely sparkling
glass; think of all those individuals who must have
admired their reflections in the same; staring with
profound fervor at their mesmerizing images which
inadvertently unveiled,

When you were exploring the ship; think of the
rubicund complexioned captain; the spell binding way
in which it dexterously weaved through the fathomless
sea,

When you were exploring the hand; think of the
intricate lines bifurcating the palm in several
directions; the captivating mounts embossed pompously
on the same imparting stupendous meaning and
significance to life,

When you were exploring the nest; think of the dainty
kingfisher who inhabited it; the clusters of
delectable eggs which would soon hatch into innocuous
beaked fledglings; flooding the atmosphere with their
incoherent chirps,

When you were exploring the album of photographs;
think of the moments when they might have been
snapped; the exhilaration and the profound ecstasy
with which the teenagers must have danced and smiled;
while being captured by the contemporary camera,

When you were exploring the embellished candle; think
of the intoxicating illumination it provides at night;
the slim ray of magnificent crimson that adds a smile
to every life,

When you were exploring the lions den; think of the
kingly beast that had irrefutably occupied it since
times immemorial; the princely striped animal that
paraded through the wild jungle; with every other
insect worshipping its feet,

When you were exploring the medieval attic; think of
the incorrigibly dusty pile of books stashed in realms
of despondency; the charming utensils of pure bronze
which were once used for cooking vegetables in olden
times,

When you were exploring the government; think of all
the ministers who manipulated decisions at electric
speeds; meticulously ruled the country with supreme
efficacy and pride,

When you were exploring the barbers shop; think of the
unending array of gleaming blades and reinvigorating
perfume; the sensitively swishing voices as pairs of
scissors fine trimmed barbaric roots of unruly hair,

When you were exploring the glamorous stage; think of
all the actors and actresses who transgressed it in
inimitable style; the astounding glitterati that
engulfed their bodies as they wandered in front of the
world in gay abandon,

When you were exploring the kitchen; think of all the
recipes lingering in the tantalizing air; the lanky
pile of piquant spices which superfluously beamed in
the refrigerator,

When you were exploring the tailors cubicle; think of
the all the loosely stitched cloth sprawled around;
the inconspicuous bits of fabric which evoked you to
inevitably sneeze,

When you were exploring the garden; think of the
armory of redolent roses that ubiquitously diffused
their passionate aroma; the gawky blades of parrot
green grass which tickled the body beyond
unprecedented limits,

When you were exploring the lips; think of the
voluptuous sensuality encompassing them; the
insatiable urge they conjured to be ferociously
kissed,

When you were exploring the tall chimney; think of the
exhaustive plumes of black smoke that arose every
second; the innocent soot deposited on the walls as
the air silently crept out,

When you were exploring the eye; think of the
beautiful film of tears it produced every few seconds;
the inexorable spell it cast upon when deeply stared
into,

When you were exploring the leather belt; think of the
uncannily slithering reptile with its fangs stretched
apart; mercilessly massacred and astutely sheared for
glorious skin,

When you were exploring the school; think of the
impeccable children inhabiting its classrooms; the
youth of tomorrow who would be solely instrumental in
evolving the face of unveiling mankind,

When you were exploring the steep valley; think of the
thunderous echo resonating against the rocks; the
incessant singing of the flamingoes which descended
down with vibrant ability and grace,

When you were exploring the bunch of corrugated keys;
think of the maze of locks which they would decipher
through; the invincible surfaces of iron that they
opened with supremely nonchalant ease,

When you were exploring the hordes of sheep; think of
the robust pieces of fur that they had the prowess to
yield; the compassionate warmth which the wool would
generate in time of horrendously freezing winter,

When you were exploring the marshy swamps; think of
the ominously menacing alligator; the fleet of olive
green crocodiles languishing on the banks as the mid
day Sun reached the pinnacle of its fury,

When you were exploring the song; think of the myriad
of tunes which composed it; the heavenly cadence in
its beats which conjured you into deep sleep,

When you were exploring the foamy bath; think of the
fabulous bodies which splashed in it; the rejuvenating
essence it imparted to the bleary senses to live
throughout the day,

When you were exploring the paintings; think of the
artist who had sculptured them; flooding the barren
sheet of canvas with vivacious strokes of vibrantly
rich color,

When you were exploring the heart; think of the person
for whom it turbulently throbbed; the sole entity for
whom it had dedicated its life to exist for,

And when you were exploring life; think of the person
who had instilled blood in your veins; breath in your
nose; the tenacity to survive in your arms; the power
to unflinchingly move in your feet; the ability to
discerningly sight in your crystalline eyes; the
person who had bestowed upon you the ability to
eloquently sing and speak; the person who was exactly
responsible for what you were today; think of the
almighty creator….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»They were still alive-Tribute to america

 

The bellows of smoke that rose in the air; still had
poignant traces of their breath,

The splinters of glass shattered all around; still had
profound stains of their blood,

The gargantuan slabs of concrete lying in disarray;
still had brutally pulverized fragments of their
valiant bones,

The incoherently shaped mirrors poking out from the
rubble; still had their terrorized reflections,

The sordid bits of paper blended with stone; still had
embodiments of their last minute declarations,

The disastrously squelched telephone pieces; still had
shrill recordings of their horrified and ghastly
screams,

The unconsumed cakes of food adhering to the severely
distorted lifts; still had vivacious traces of their
saliva,

The strands of metallic junk diffusing from the broken
car seats; still had the blurred photo of their
beloved,

The ripped apart fragments of curtain cloth wound
limply around the gleaming iron nails; still contained
curled masses of their blood soaked hair,

The disdainfully beaten pieces of plaster engulfed in
clouds of dust; were still impregnated with scores of
their shimmering teeth,

The mud sprinkled for kilometers on the stretch; was
still moist with their river of agonized tears; which
must have profusely oozed out from their cheeks,

The mammoth sized pillars which once held the building
one piece from beneath; were still flooded with
bonquet's of bruised flowers which they had been just
rewarded for their achievements,

The eagle which incessantly encircled the appalling
sight; still had their expensive chains of silver in
its beak,

The thoroughly dismantled upholstery buried several
feet under the debris; still contained compassionate
traces of their warmth,

The computer screens split apart into infinite halves;
still displayed nostalgic images of their eyes,

The majestic wall paintings battered and bashed from
all sides; still had animated marks of their caress,

The revolving chairs now an inconspicuous shadow of
themselves; still had a fine conglomerate of chocolate
powder; which they must be merrily munching a few
seconds before,

The colossal chimneys which were now reduced to
matchsticks; still had their countless dreams
rampantly lingering around,

And who says they were dead? , for if not anybody; but
it is my firm belief that they were living; as no
matter how unprecedented was the tragedy; no matter
how horrific their destiny had been; their hearts were
palpitating louder than outside world several feet
below the rubble; with each beat louder than the other
and proclaiming that THEY WERE STILL BREATHING AND
ALIVE…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Thinking of tomorrow

 

I didn’t eat food today; as I wanted to wholesomely famish myself; to
devour
the appetizing chunks of pudding; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sleep blissfully today; as I was overwhelmingly excited to
run;
Tomorrow,

I didn’t play mischievously today; as I wanted to reserve every iota of
my
energy to passionately leap; Tomorrow,

I didn’t drink water today; as I wanted to gulp gallons of voluptuous
wine;
Tomorrow,

I didn’t bathe today; as I wanted to drown my persona in flamboyant
waves of
the salty ocean; Tomorrow,

I didn’t see any object today; as I wanted to view the mesmerizing
beauty of
dawn; Tomorrow,

I didn’t move my legs today; as I wanted to dance unrelentingly all
night;
Tomorrow,

I didn’t revolve my fingers today; as I wanted to sketch intricate
landscapes
with their towering summits in the clouds; Tomorrow,

I didn’t study one bit today; as I wanted to read through volumes of
mystical
tales; Tomorrow,
I didn’t go out today; as I wanted to uninhibitedly explore through the
wilderness; Tomorrow,

I didn’t see the time today; as I wanted to scrupulously count every
unleashing minute tomorrow,

I didn’t smell the air today; as I wanted to inundate my nostrils with
the
enchanting perfume of lotus; Tomorrow,

I didn’t speak today; as I wanted to scream hysterically for hours on
the
trot; Tomorrow,

I didn’t reside in the house today; as I wanted to live the entire
evening in
the magnificent castle; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sweat today; as I wanted to bask under sizzling rays of the
sun; let
moisture dribble profusely from all pores of my body; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sneeze today; as I wanted to thunderously blow my nostrils;
emptying
them in entirety; Tomorrow,

I didn’t smile today; as I wanted to sway in sheer rhapsody and
jubilation;
tomorrow,

I didn’t cry today; as I wanted to pour out rivers of heart breaking
emotion;
Tomorrow,

And I didn’t love today; fervently anticipating to be incarcerated in
the
immortal embrace of my dream girl; 'THINKING OF TOMORROW'.


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

 

When i greedily gulped saline water from sea waves,
fresh centers of thirst got doubly stimulated,
wild freckles of red rash encompassed my lips,
tingling sensations vociferously tickled dreary zones
of my mouth,
amalgamated mass of my intestine puked rich chicken
bone,
which i had devoured in entirety a few hours ago.

when i licked blotted pools of soiled mud water,
sedately consumed large pints of contaminated liquid,
thoroughly washing tiny morsels of food in my mouth,
scraping rigid tints of yellow from the riveted
cluster of teeth,
a host of infections blossomed in my body,
rendering me insipid, feeble, prone to dire
consequences of complete
extinction.

when i languidly sucked translucent water from coconut
shell,
extracted the last dropp of juice trapped within
cocoons of snow white pulp,
making guttural noises as i relished the drink,
diluted streams of blood revitalized with volatile
energy,
abandoning me with poignant traces of contentment,
entrenching me in blissful boundaries of
felicity.

as i opened my mouth to gulp crystal white waters of
the mountain spring,
spread eagled my palms to embrace the cascading froth,
i felt tumultuous gratification engulfing my persona,
this was the purest form of water i could ever
perceive of consuming,
quenching my thirst for minutes immemorial,
scrupulously mending all webs torn by the essence of
substitute water.


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

 

The acrimoniously sweltering sands of the blistering desert; were
perpetually thirsty for; unfathomably sparkling tumblers; of heavenly
rain
water,

The somberly drying stalks of obsoletely dilapidated grass; were
intransigently thirsty for; a vivacious kaleidoscope; of resplendently
twinkling dewdrops,

The sardonically corrugated and rotting walls of the disastrous
graveyard;
were insatiably thirsty for; an unsurpassably vibrant entrenchment; of
perennially blossoming life,

The pathetically sullen stillness of the murderously quiet valley; was
irrevocably thirsty for; an ebulliently mesmerizing cloud; of
melodiously
enchanting whistles,

The ludicrously scattered and orphaned nestles of the solitarily empty
nest;
were profusely thirsty for; an impeccable festoon; of compassionately
innocuous eggs,

The diabolically worthless skeletons of bizarrely insipid bones; were
relentlessly thirsty for; a veritably vital blanket; of crimson blood
and
boisterous life,

The preposterously gloomy and insidious dungeons; were profoundly
thirsty
for; an incomprehensibly endless sky; of celestially optimistic light,

The placidly derogatory surface of the lugubriously stagnant pond; was
irretrievably thirsty for; an exuberantly enthusing splash; of
ravishingly
sparkling waves,

The mercilessly thrashed and hopelessly abraded palms; were ardently
thirsty
for; a marvelously royal globe; of inscrutably magnificent destiny
lines,

The ominous periphery of the cloud camouflaged sky; was fervently
thirsty
for; a glitteringly crystalline garden; of opalescently beaming and
amicable
stars,

The miserably dusty attic horrendously besieged with sinister cobwebs;
was
indefatigably thirsty for; an aristocratically blooming civilization;
of
ubiquitously unending freshness,

The abominably fretting and horrifically stinking gutters; were
tirelessly
thirsty for; rhapsodically euphoric galleries; of ecstatically jubilant
scent,

The languidly indolent and preposterously slow tortoise; were
unimaginably
thirsty for; tumultuously triumphant thunderbolts; of ebulliently
galloping
speed,

The desolately neglected and gruesomely corrugated roads; were
intractably
greedy for; rambunctiously bustling pyrotechnics; of flamboyantly
gallivanting traffic,

The tyrannically whipped contours of haplessly bruised flesh; were
unfathomably thirsty for; compassionately silken waterfalls; of
priceless
empathy and love,

The miserably devastated corridors of the uncouthly bedraggled brain;
were
unconquerably thirsty for; enthrallingly spell binding clouds; of
tantalizingly serene fantasy,

The ruthlessly frozen avalanches of stringently condensed ice; were
incorrigibly thirsty for; passionately overwhelming fireballs; of
blazingly
sparkling heat,

The gorily mutilated and savagely punctured lungs; were unstoppably
thirsty
for; an everlastingly evergreen garden; of exotically enamoring and
evolving
breath,

The salaciously corrupt and manipulatively treacherous corpses of lies;
were
irrefutably thirsty for; a tenaciously unflinching and philanthropic;
harbinger of truth,

And the dormitories of my despondently impoverished heart; were
unsurpassably thirsty for; the invincibly divine mists; of brilliantly
pacifying and immortal love….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»This very blessed instant

 

Show me a single candle on the trajectory of this fathomlessly enchanting Universe; which doesn’t pathetically melt; when its emotionlessly obdurate wick glares and brilliantly glows?

Show me a single patch of soil on the trajectory of this boundlessly effulgent Universe; which doesn’t lividly wet; even as torrential cloudbursts of rain ferociously plummeted upon it from the carpet of crimson sky?

Show me a single eyelid on the trajectory of this extraordinarily majestic Universe; which doesn’t subserviently bat; as the profoundly blazing rays of the Mid-day Sun; permeated right through its impeccable whites?

Show me a single insect on the trajectory of this royally resplendent Universe; which doesn’t meekly yield; even as the unsurpassably indiscriminate dinosaur wholesomely tread upon it?

Show me a single river on the trajectory of this unbelievably burgeoning Universe; which doesn’t impoverishedly evaporate; as the inexhaustibly sweltering rays of acrimonious Summer fell upon it for marathon hours of the day?

Show me a single brick on the trajectory of this unfathomably mesmerizing Universe; which doesn’t profusely lament all night and day for being brutally asphyxiated in the realms of the cadaverously dark foundation?

Show me a single bird on the trajectory of this miraculously ameliorating Universe; which doesn’t fall on the callously stony ground; as the mercilessly tyrannical hunter shot it straight through it exuberant wings?

Show me a single vein on the trajectory of this marvelously blossoming Universe; which doesn’t tawdrily freeze; when buried several feet beneath the frigidly Herculean avalanche?

Show me a single stomach on the trajectory of this limitlessly enthralling Universe; which doesn’t unrelentingly cry; when flagrantly emaciated for countless hours without even an infinitesimal morsel of food?

Show me a single rock on the trajectory of this insuperably redolent Universe; which doesn’t get forlornly slapped and humiliated in the midst of the ocean; as the undulatingly choppy waves unsparingly splashed against its naked black breasts?

Show me a single infant on the trajectory of this optimistically Omnipresent Universe; which doesn’t unstoppably wail; when hedonistically snatched from the inimitably compassionate belly of its invincible mother?

Show me a single shard of naked iron on the trajectory of this incredulously igniting Universe; which doesn’t disdainfully rust; when uninhibitedly exposed to the profusely moisture laden atmosphere?

Show me a single artist on the trajectory of this celestially stupefying Universe; who doesn’t feel sacrilegiously hanged till death; when asked to work from a mechanically monotonous 9 to 9; in the coffins of the robotically commercial office?

Show me a single tortoise on the trajectory of this eclectically bountiful Universe; who doesn’t tirelessly starve for priceless life; at being atrociously kicked into the 1000 M superfast athlete race?

Show me a single soldier on the trajectory of this iridescently vivacious Universe; who doesn’t feel like instantaneously committing suicide; rather than being shamefully tortured by the bombastically chauvinistic enemy camp?

Show me a single nightingale on the trajectory of this vibrantly spectacular Universe; which doesn’t feel like an amorphously deadened stone; after being forced to only stay with the cacophonically groaning frogs in the well?

Show me a single sweat laden armpit on the trajectory of this incomprehensibly spell binding Universe; which doesn’t shrink to the size of a lugubriously inconspicuous mosquito; as the monstrously impotent air of the artificial air-conditioner indefatigably blew over it?

Show me a single nostril on the trajectory of this fantastically proliferating Universe; which doesn’t despairingly strangulate; when ruthlessly held under water without any contraption; for over a few minutes of time?

And I know it before hand; that try as hard as you may; and even if you spent an infinite lifetimes of yours dogmatically searching for the same; you would never be able to find it or for that matter reach even an inane trace near its non-existent scent,

Therefore forget it. Instead I can easily show all of you on the trajectory of this jubilantly palpitating Universe; a countless hearts still and immortally radiating the tunes of perpetual love for an infinite more births even after the physical body had veritable died; this very blessed instant….

©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»This very moment when I was dying today

 

The leaves withered as time passed; falling inevitably on the ground to blend with disdainful chunks of dust,

The roses blossoming radiantly in the valley; knelt their heads in meek submission as the chilly winds and nightfall took complete control,

The lines of the palm bifurcated enigmatically all over in boisterous youth; started fading and diminished to a trifle as the perils of old age took over,

The vivacious mounds of virgin clay which smiled mischievously under the Sun; looked completely battered and bashed as they were indiscriminately trampled by ongoing vehicles and metal tyre,

The eyes which were once able to intricately sort out the inconspicuous needle from the colossal haystack; now looked as specks of dirt behind a factory of thick glass; as the years descended by,

The legs which were springing and tenaciously marching forward at the ripening of dawn; now collapsed in a bedraggled heap at the onset of stark darkness and ghostly night,

The towering castle which was once the pride of the royal emperor; now was a sight in complete shambles; with broken glass and century old cobwebs the only things welcoming the predecessor's,

The image which was brighter than scintillating light in sweltering afternoon; now metamorphosed into lanky shadows; trespassing furtively through the fleeting blanket of dusk,

The footprints which were profoundly distinct as the travelers strolled; were now wholesomely erased as the turbulent draught of breeze swept by,

The waves spasmodically swirling towards the skies all throughout the evening; now appeared as placid as the singing angel; when the storm and ferocious cyclone had totally dissipated,

The tongue which was raring to shout deafeningly in open space; now resembled the dying insect; after countless hours of giving speech,

The shock of hair which was once as black as oil trapped within the belly of earth; now appeared as snow white as the man who sat astoundingly near to his grave,

The pristine air of the snow clad slopes which was stupendously clean and enchanting as the cows grazed; now transited into plumes of treacherous black smoke; as the aftermath of war took its gory toll,

The vegetables which were fresh and glowing with sparkling health as I hoisted them from the stores; now transformed into soggy and squalid as I rang the doorbell; utterly exhausted and entered home,

The time which seemed to tick faster than light during examinations; now appeared to be crawling slower than the tortoise as the summer holidays descended by,

The ape man who once could conquer invincible heights with raw muscle and unprecedented power bulging from under his shirt; now seemed to be unable to even lift a finger; as the decades unveiled in quick succession,

The candle which was burning inexorably; illuminating every cranny of the room with its profound shine; now extinguished in entirety with a single kiss of the autumn wind,

The heart which throbbed violently after witnessing the girl of its dreams for the first time; now reduced its intensity a whisker; after spending marathon times together,

But my love for her got all the more stronger as each second unfurled into a minute; as each minute sped into an hour; as each day evolved into a week; as each year evolved into a decade; and no matter how old I became; how frigid the conglomerate of bones in my body converted; I loved her more than I loved her when she first met me; I loved her more than I ever did in my passionate dreams; I loved her more than I had loved her anytime before; THIS VERY MOMENT WHEN I WAS DYING TODAY…


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»This very moment when I was dying today

 

The leaves withered as time passed; falling inevitably on the ground to blend with disdainful chunks of dust,

The roses blossoming radiantly in the valley; knelt their heads in meek submission as the chilly winds and nightfall took complete control,

The lines of the palm bifurcated enigmatically all over in boisterous youth; started fading and diminished to a trifle as the perils of old age took over,

The vivacious mounds of virgin clay which smiled mischievously under the Sun; looked completely battered and bashed as they were indiscriminately trampled by ongoing vehicles and metal tyre,

The eyes which were once able to intricately sort out the inconspicuous needle from the colossal haystack; now looked as specks of dirt behind a factory of thick glass; as the years descended by,

The legs which were springing and tenaciously marching forward at the ripening of dawn; now collapsed in a bedraggled heap at the onset of stark darkness and ghostly night,

The towering castle which was once the pride of the royal emperor; now was a sight in complete shambles; with broken glass and century old cobwebs the only things welcoming the predecessor's,

The image which was brighter than scintillating light in sweltering afternoon; now metamorphosed into lanky shadows; trespassing furtively through the fleeting blanket of dusk,

The footprints which were profoundly distinct as the travelers strolled; were now wholesomely erased as the turbulent draught of breeze swept by,

The waves spasmodically swirling towards the skies all throughout the evening; now appeared as placid as the singing angel; when the storm and ferocious cyclone had totally dissipated,

The tongue which was raring to shout deafeningly in open space; now resembled the dying insect; after countless hours of giving speech,

The shock of hair which was once as black as oil trapped within the belly of earth; now appeared as snow white as the man who sat astoundingly near to his grave,

The pristine air of the snow clad slopes which was stupendously clean and enchanting as the cows grazed; now transited into plumes of treacherous black smoke; as the aftermath of war took its gory toll,

The vegetables which were fresh and glowing with sparkling health as I hoisted them from the stores; now transformed into soggy and squalid as I rang the doorbell; utterly exhausted and entered home,

The time which seemed to tick faster than light during examinations; now appeared to be crawling slower than the tortoise as the summer holidays descended by,

The ape man who once could conquer invincible heights with raw muscle and unprecedented power bulging from under his shirt; now seemed to be unable to even lift a finger; as the decades unveiled in quick succession,

The candle which was burning inexorably; illuminating every cranny of the room with its profound shine; now extinguished in entirety with a single kiss of the autumn wind,

The heart which throbbed violently after witnessing the girl of its dreams for the first time; now reduced its intensity a whisker; after spending marathon times together,

But my love for her got all the more stronger as each second unfurled into a minute; as each minute sped into an hour; as each day evolved into a week; as each year evolved into a decade; and no matter how old I became; how frigid the conglomerate of bones in my body converted; I loved her more than I loved her when she first met me; I loved her more than I ever did in my passionate dreams; I loved her more than I had loved her anytime before; THIS VERY MOMENT WHEN I WAS DYING TODAY…


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»This very nakedness

 

Cover it with the most ethereal traces of clouds; insouciantly dying in the wisps of nonchalantly lugubrious oblivion,

Cover it with the most pathetically shriveled of twigs; sprawled in treacherous incoherence amidst the most non-existently disappearing of forests,

Cover it with most fugitive rays of the rainbow; vanishing into the realms of infinite infinity; even before they could fall on the trajectory of celestial earth,

Cover it with the most invisibly deadened of grass blades; indiscriminately trampled into wisps of parasitic nothingness; by the sacrilegiously marauding devil,

Cover it with the most ghastily painful shards of glass; which stabbed even the most infinitesimal pore of your body; at a billion kilometers per minute,

Cover it with the most disdainfully crinkled of petals; escaping faster than the speed of light; towards the valley of ruthlessly unsparing decay,

Cover it with the most sordidly ignominious gutter water; which inevitably fomented you to vomit out every ounce of your goodness; into a dustbin of horrific animosity,

Cover it with the most incongruously shattered of blighted beaks; that impregnated such an inexplicably incurable fever in your body; which augmented beyond the realms of eternity; every unfurling minute,

Cover it with the most fecklessly inane bits of feces; which rendered you with such a squalidly bellicose odor; that you were mercilessly rejected by even the very closest of your compassionate kin,

Cover it with the most inconspicuous strands of the eyelash; which hardly possessed even the most transiently comprehensible identity of their very own,

Cover it with the infant’s very first nascent cry; which perhaps needed an infinite times more of your support; rather than your sadistically leaning upon it,

Cover it with the virgin yolk of the haplessly smashed egg; venomously depriving another woman of her yet unborn child; in order to sequester your unimpeachable identity,

Cover it with the absolute epitome of the jagged mountain; even though it meant that you had indefatigably clamber up its slope; bearing the brunt of the most viciously slandering of storm and adversity; upon your diminutively shivering chest,

Cover it with the most miserably collapsing threads of the spiders web; which commenced to slip with more and more unstoppable fervor from your shoulders; even before you realized it was actually there,

Cover it with the most undesirably wastrel streams of oil; which sardonically ensured that you could never ever invincibly grip; your loved ones to your soul’s content,

Cover it with most unceremoniously wailing voices of the eunuch; which made you feel an anomalously wanton mixture; of being both; pugnacious man and salacious woman,

Cover it with the most abnormally glittering caves of gold; which incarcerated every iota of your uninhibitedly ravishing sensitivity; with corpses of unlimited prejudice,

Cover it with the most cadaverously jinxed mud of the morbidly fretful graveyard; which haunted even the most unflinchingly blazing of your premonitions; with the sole desire to die,

Cover it with most cursedly vespered feathers of the lifeless bird; which left every pore of your body almost immediately; with the tiniest draught of whistling wind,

O! Yes do whatever and even the most deliriously demented that you could; but please for heaven sake don’t leave even an indefinable fragment of your flesh naked; O! sensuously blessed Woman; for it is this very voluptuously igniting nakedness of yours; that metamorphoses even the greatest of saints; philosophers; devotees; and every other old and young man on this limitless Universe; into unforgivably sinful rapists; tormentors; chauvinists and immoral devils…

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