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»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…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Thoroughly Unemployed

 

Everyday I stared at the azure sky for long hours;
admiring the fiery rays of the Sun in the morning;
basking in the glory of the celestial blanket of stars
well past after midnight,
While the other human of my kind; meticulously brushed
their teeth with stringent toothpaste every morning;
exited for monotonous office at the tick of sharp 9.

Everyday I sat on the sordid wall chewing tangy gum
and tantalizing chocolate; executing an armory of
flirtatious smiles at every ravishing damsel in the
neighborhood who passed by,
While the other human of my kind; buried his face
under a sheaf of bulky papers; listened patiently to
the fleet of blatant abuse from his employer with
silent remorse.

Everyday I literally counted the number of cars
traversing the streets from my divine balcony railing;
drunk rum with uninhibited glee profoundly engrossed
in a voluptuously titillating fantasy of my own,
While the other human of my kind; incessantly engaged
himself in apple polishing; ensuring that the
company's profits augmented by leaps and bounds at the
cost of his own life.

Everyday I rolled in green grass under the robust
afternoon; gallivanted on horses through the meadows;
devouring any morsel of food which was congenially
offered to me by the farmers,
While the other human of my kind; evolved ingenious
policies on the computer; wasted hours of time in
sorting his meal with silver forks; and in the end
didn’t relish the slightest.
Everyday I slept till the time I wanted; waking up
blissfully as the serene evening descended; leaping
acrobatically with the wind as the enchanting night
took a vicious stranglehold,
While the other human of my kind; started his
preparations well before dawn had unveiled; hardly
slept a single wink in the darkness; indefatigably
worrying about his performance; and the evading salary
cheques which were his only source to please his wife.

Everyday I counted boundless numbers of sheep
philandering nimbly on the hills; danced in ecstatic
jubilation as the peacock came from behind the trees
after exotic rain,
While the other human of my kind; inexorably cribbed
about his destiny; the impoverished state he was in;
as his boss didn’t consider him to be with the
contemporary times.

Everyday I went on learning and imbibing the language
which I wanted; eccentrically penning down infinite
lines of poetry the instants my mind commanded,
While the other human of my kind; peered through the
keyhole of his boss's cabin; praying to God that his
chance to enter inside came faster than the speed of
white light.

Everyday I cried uncontrollably; screamed in sheer
hysteria whenever my heart felt asphyxiated; had an
insatiable urge to pour its imprisoned agony out,
While the other human of my kind; conversed in
overwhelmingly soft whispers; used the heaviest slang
possible to make his bombastic presence felt amongst
the spurious crowd.

Everyday I walked barefoot; with at times torn rags
engulfing my body and a necklace of spooky crabs
enveloping my neck; whistling raucously in the air as
I marched gallantly without caring two hoods for the
sanctimonious society,
While the other human of my kind; found himself
deluged with an unending reservoir of tensions each
unveiling hour of the day; craved miserably for an
opportunity to cling to the swanky mike; get his
aching hands on the steering wheel of that status
Mercedes.

And I went where I wanted; talked what I wanted; did
what I wanted with gay abandon as I was thoroughly
unemployed; treating each day as a fabulous Sunday
although it was the peak of monstrous activity time,
While the other human of my kind; perhaps had tons of
more money than I did; perhaps had insurmountable
amount of pride in the society more than what I could
have ever perceived; but didn’t enjoy even a single
minute as the unsurpassable years crept by; infact it
was profoundly sad to state that the last day of his
life was his one and only Sunday



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»Those who breathed it

 

Those who followed it; became the most blessedly
bountiful entities on this fathomless planet; blending
with the invincible fortress of perpetual harmony,

Those who dreamt about it; became the most fabulously
surreal winds on this wonderful planet; celestially
leading each moment of their compassionate lives,

Those who craved for it; became the most aspiring
organisms on this mesmerizing planet; relentlessly
marching forward to achieve above their defined
targets in life,

Those who respected it; became the most learned idols
on this boundless planet; stupendously imbibing and
executing the symbiotic laws of existence,

Those who embraced it; became the most impregnably
powerful lands on this astronomically extraordinary
planet; defending the most treacherously mightiest
battles with the tenacity in their souls,

Those who admired it; became the most ardently
fabulous artists on this unfathomably wonderful
planet; capturing the incomprehensible beauty
lingering around; on their immaculately Omnipotent
canvas,

Those who stared at it; became the most passionate
philosophers on this magnificently enchanting planet;
absorbing even the most infinitesimal iota of
happiness lingering uninhibitedly in free space,

Those who chased it; became the most exhilaratingly
adventurous fountains on this charismatically magnetic
planet; plunging into a valley of mysticism as each
second wholesomely unveiled itself,

Those who prayed for it; became the most Omnipotently
proliferating organisms on this enigmatic planet;
unitedly surging forward in the religion of humanity,

Those who worshipped it; became the most majestic
endowments on this royally blooming planet;
manifesting each of their benevolent dreams into a
perpetual reality,

Those who saluted it; became the most bestowed
organism on this insatiably gorgeous planet;
transforming each instant of monotonously threadbare
life into a sky diffusing resplendently opulently
light,

Those who caressed it; became the most sensually
romantic whirlpools on this grandiloquently princely
planet; unconquerably sizzling to infernos of untamed
desire; as the night unleashed into dazzling day,

Those who danced with it; became the most
rhapsodically perennial butterflies on this
seductively colossal planet; soaring euphorically in
the skies; till times beyond eternal eternity,

Those who kissed it; became the most fantastically
compassionate waterfalls on this tantalizing planet;
disseminating the immortal essence of peace and love
on every path they merrily philandered through,

Those who preached it; became the most sagaciously
learned on this marvelously robust planet;
immortalizing the essence of benevolently
philanthropic existence,

Those who nostalgically reminisced it; became the most
impeccable child on this wonderfully boundless planet;
shrugging debilitating disease and disparaging
dilapidation forever,

Those who empathized with it; became the most
profusely poignant pearls on this exotically
enlightened planet; enshrouding each moment of life
with bountifully ecstatic paradise,

Those who breathed it; became the most voluptuously
titillating whirlwind which never died; spawning
countless of its kind; even as the earth outside
interlocked in pugnaciously hostile war and malice,


And even the greatest of God’s bowed down before it;
instilling its goodness inevitably; in each organism
that they splendidly created; for it was none other
than LOVE; LOVE AND JUST IMMORTAL LOVE….


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»Those who embrace

 

Those who embrace exuberantly sparkling happiness,
Inevitably have to accept deplorably despicable
sadness; ooze tears of inexplicable sorrow; at some
stage of their lives…

Those who embrace vibrantly optimistic beams of bright
light,
Inevitably have to accept bizarre blackness; dungeons
of horrific despair; at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace voluptuously exotic fragrance,
Inevitably have to accept the corridors of disdainful
odor; the tyranny of fetidly ghastly scent; at some
stage of their lives…

Those who embrace formidable webs of profoundly
glowing health,
Inevitably have to accept the storms of disgustingly
decaying disease; wither weak in tumultuous pain; at
some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace unfathomable opulence; overwhelmed
with an ocean of golden coin,
Inevitably have to accept stark poverty; take the
chill of the murderously chilly night on their barren
chests; at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace cloudbursts of compassionate warmth,
Inevitably have to accept satanic nakedness; shiver
uncontrollably beneath avalanches of diabolical ice;
at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace stupendously charismatic beauty,
Inevitably have to accept ludicrous ugliness; get
deluged by a gory entrenchment of devilish looks; at
some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace intriguingly glorious dawn,
Inevitably have to accept the gloominess of midnight;
the sinister attack of frantic desperation; at some
stage of their lives…

Those who embrace unprecedented realms of ultimate
victory,
Inevitably have to accept pathetic defeat; slither in
miserable hopelessness towards oblivion; at some stage
of their lives…

Those who embrace incredulously enthralling melody,
Inevitably have to accept a prison of cacophonic
croaking; savagely inundate their souls with
incoherently pugnacious voice; at some stage of their
lives….

Those who embrace unsurpassable fireballs of ambition,
Inevitably have to accept treacherous helplessness;
march on a blanket of insidiously cold blooded snakes;
at some stage of their lives..

Those who embrace impregnable tornadoes of Herculean
power,
Inevitably have to accept appalling deterioration;
reducing to grotesque skeletons of their pompous self;
at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace tantalizing morsels of appetizing
food each hour,
Inevitably have to accept obdurate stones; a fountain
of deceptively acrimonious thorns; at some stage of
their lives…

Those who embrace perpetual walls of security like a
prince,
Inevitably have to accept uncouth bloodbaths;
indiscriminate anecdotes of barbarism; at some stage
of their lives…

Those who embrace caverns of immaculately shimmering
perfection,
Inevitably have to accept glaring goofups; stumble
ridiculously from the absolute summit; at some stage
of their lives…

Those who embrace passionately dear ones,
Inevitably have to accept devastating partition; a
feeling of being split into an infinite pieces; at
some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace unfathomably startling grandeur,
Inevitably have to accept infinitesimally threadbare
reality; lick the dust of the manipulative streets; at
some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace mesmerizing serenity and calm,
Inevitably have to accept a conglomerate of irascible
mosquitoes; get stung by the hideous hooded scorpion;
at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace aristocratically glittering stardom,
Inevitably have to accept a mass rejection; sighting
their reflection in inconspicuous spit; at some stage
of their lives…

Those who embrace the clouds of uninhibited freedom,
Inevitably have to accept rusty shackles of
incarceration; spending countless hours beneath the
roof of gory jail; at some stage of their lives….

Those who embrace a beehive of exhilarating sweetness,
Inevitably have to accept ignominious criticism; rot
in the river of utter bitterness; at some stage of
their lives…

Those who embrace celestially medieval sainthood,
Inevitably have to accept the lechery of this
conventional society; the whiplashes of perilously
commercial reality; at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace insurmountably poetic softness,
Inevitably have to accept the cannibalistic maelstrom
of business; blend with horrendous rules and spurious
regulations; at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace divinely ideals of irrefutable
truth,
Inevitably have to accept a pugnacious battlefield of
condemnable lies; get slapped by traumatic racism; at
some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace impeccable cleanliness at each step
they tread,
Inevitably have to accept derogatory bruises; gutters
indefatigably overflowing with filth; at some stage of
their lives…

Those who embrace vivacious spurts of unequivocal
enthusiasm,
Inevitably have to accept insane dullness; the
daggerheads of strangulating boredom; at some stage of
their lives…

Those who embrace spellbinding festoons of magical
tricks,
Inevitably have to accept mundane stock markets; wade
through the ominously precarious marshes; at some
stage of their lives…

Those who embrace unrelenting philandering through the
captivatingly moonlit hills,
Inevitably have to accept the invidiously sinking
sands of the deserts; the marshy swamps laden with
menacing crocodiles; at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace fabulous childhood in the lap of
their mother,
Inevitably have to accept the brashness of the
dastardly society; tremendous ostracism from rigid
sects; at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace whirlwind speeds at every turn they
negotiate,
Inevitably have to accept the hindside of the
tortoise; completely crippling muteness; at some stage
of their lives…

Those who embrace dizzy heights of success since first
cry of birth,
Inevitably have to accept a mountain of mock failures;
the wailing ashes of shameful defeat; at some stage of
their lives…

Those who embrace waterfalls of thunderous excitement,
Inevitably have to accept dwindling energy; a famished
cry of relinquishing desire; at some stage of their
lives….

Those who embrace the realms of poignantly holy
marriage,
Inevitably have to accept painful separation from
their beloved; die a boundless death each instant
while still living; at some stage of their lives…

Those who embrace robustly enchanting life,
Inevitably have to accept the perils of veritable
death; resting in perpetual silence at some stage
beneath the ghastly metal of their morbid grave…

But those who embrace love at each word they utter; at
each foot they alight,
Inevitably have to accept only love; love and immortal
love; till the time God commands them to live; and
even centuries after when their perennial spirits
continue to exist; although they quit breath and die


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»Threads

 

When I tried to cross swirling waters of the river on
threads of fragile
paper,
The contraption disdainfully broke midway; and I
hurtled down at astounding
speeds to blend with the cold water.

When I tried to clamber up the mighty edifice on
threads of molten wax,
I miserably failed in my daunting attempt; with the
slurry of candle sucking
me to the ground bottom.

When I hoisted myself on long thread of burnt plastic;
frigidly dangling from
unsurpassable heights of the mountain summit,
The thread snapped into multiple fragments midway; and
I plummeted down, into
a concoction of wild stone and shrub.

When I tried to make merry; swaying on a swing
impregnated with threads of
mushroom,
Cupid desires made me nibble at the fruit, and I fell
with thunderous thuds on
the floor, intermingled with the debris of the broken
swing.

When I tried to visualize my entity in coagulated
threads of shattered glass,
The reflections appeared grotesquely distorted;
prompting me to frivolously
laugh at my demeanour.

When I tried to incinerate a crackling fire with
threads of soggy cotton,
The conflagration refrained from burning; and there
arose weak flames of amber
camouflaged in clouds of smoke.

When I tried to entangle my slender wrists from a
jugglery of invincible iron
thread,
The outcome was abhorrently disgusting; my hands bled
prolifically pulverizing
my futile attempts of escape.

When I tried to perform the artistry of tight rope on
a flaccid thread of
chocolate candy,
The cable snapped like scores of matchsticks; when
caressed by gentle draughts
of air.

When I tried invade through silken threads of the
rustic spider web,
Surplus arenas of my body got embossed with sticky
cream; with the creature
injecting paltry vials of poison in my flesh.

And eventually when I got bonded with incorrigible
threads of her love,
A plethora of apprehensions in life got mystically
pacified; onerous
difficulties in life transited to lucidly simple,
My entire silhouette was draped in cloud showers of
perennial love,
And let me tell you friends; this thread of our
celestial love was resistant
to decay; didn’t break for centuries immemorial.


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»Through the corner of my eye

 

The palace looked enchanting like a festoon of blossoming flowers;
blended profusely with shimmering lights,
It however appeared blurred and incoherently hazy; when I
attempted to see it through the corner of my eye.

The celestial moon in the sky looked like an animate ocean of white pearls,
The same appeared distorted; with slim outlines of ashen grey,
when I inadvertently attempted to sight it through the corner of my eye.

The compact sedans traversing city streets; looked like silver fish in the sea with
silken grace,
They however appeared like fading mirages; disappearing into a whirlwind of
obnoxious dust,
When I tried to visualize them through the corner of my eye.

The waterfall cascading down the mountain slope; looked stupendous; with
a mesmerizing sound emanating,
It however appeared like a stingy trickle of liquid this time;
When I endeavored sighting it through the corner of my eye.

The statue on its pedestal in the city square looked tall and stringently
domineering,
The same appeared thoroughly minuscule; utterly inconspicuous when
I sighted it through the corner of my eye.

The hands of the grandfather clock; looked saliently clear and ticking with
meticulous perfection,
However I had onerous difficulty deciphering the time;
When I tried to picture the same through the corner of my eye.

The silhouette of ship floating on the ocean; looked like embossed with infinite
number
of ivory tusks,
I however had to strain my mind to entangle; whether it was a ship or a boat,
When I perspired seeing it through the corner of my eye.

Her magnanimous persona; seemed to radiate waves of indispensable love;
looked
like an innocuous fairy having descended from the sky,
And let me say this explicitly friends; that it appeared all the more profound;
exquisitely glorious,
This time when I tried to sight her through the corner of my eye.


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»Through the eyes of a newly born rat

 

Strolling masses of human looked like huge monsters,
midget sized dustbin appeared as a tank containing
Grey boulders,
olive green fruit of banana struck my view as hanging
bridges,
round mass of watermelon was visible as the flaming
sun with coats of green,
coins of sliver struck my view as small islands of
paradise,
fast moving cars I sighted as towering ships sailing
on dry land,
perfume bottles on the shelf resembled transparent
drums containing puffs of
white clouds,
hotel swimming pool appeared as the palatial waters of
Atlantic ocean,
heaps of stray sand lying duplicated vast expanse of
Appalachian mountain,
leaded sticks of match were what i could describe as
short poles with Grey
light,
conical flasks of water flooded my vision as sizeable
area of washing tank,
minuscule briquette's of coal seemed like big
specimens of crystal rock,
leather bound volumes of book looked like brick walls
of white,
colored tablets of soap replicated plush beds to lie
on,
steps of the spiral staircase loomed large like steep
precipices,
ornate idols of god emulated frozen giants with divine
grace,
the flaming sun appeared the largest of them all,
with the silken complexioned moon a shade compressed
in size,
the earth seemed a magnified place to live in,
with the only solace being my twin brother,
who was born a few seconds beside me in the body of a
mouse,
we were privileged enough to visualize and see,
applauded ourselves for the same rubbing our slimy
noses in unison,
what humans had perspired for decades to encounter,
scientists had racked minute corners of their brain
without avail,
we could now clearly admire through our eyes as newly
born baby rats.




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