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»Through the pages of my heart

 

When I browsed through the pages of the sleazy
magazine; all that lay there was a flurry of
pretentious pictures; blended with glamorous entities
displaying garish flesh,

When I browsed through the pages of the dictionary;
all that lay there was infinite number of words and
phrases; a mind-boggling treasury of exquisite
language,

When I browsed through the pages of the history
textbook; all that lay there was a chronologically
synchronized table of dates; ancient tales of Kings
and conquered territories,

When I browsed through the pages of the hi-tech
computer; all that lay there was a plethora of
mind-boggling intricate puzzles; a whole maze of
stupendously baffling software; which I had no head or
tail too,

When I browsed through the pages of the chequebook;
all that lay there; was infinite no of blank lines;
the irrefutably embossed seal of the banks involved,

When I browsed through the pages of the arithmetic
notebook; all that lay there was a battalion of
monotonous numbers; compounded with an insurmountable
compendium of boundless problems and solutions,

When I browsed through the pages of the hotel
register; all that lay there was a scrupulous order of
guests that kept coming and going; fascinating
information about rooms incorporated within the
grandiloquent interiors,
When I browsed through the pages of the adventure
novel; all that lay there was surreal representations
of inanimate objects; overwhelmingly exaggerated
perceptions; that had no connections with pragmatic
life,

When I browsed through the pages of the botanical
encyclopedia; all that lay there was exhaustive
information encompassing varied plants of this
Universe; blended with fathomless illustrations
leading to their mesmerizing evolution,

When I browsed through the pages of the telephone
directory; all that lay there was countless numbers of
individuals and places; an indispensably handy
reference to the demographics of several nations,

When I browsed through the pages of the family album;
all that lay there were nostalgic impressions of the
past; blissful memories that profusely swept across
like a volatile fountain of sweltering lava; across
the top most compartments of my mind,

When I browsed through the pages of the engineering
handbook; all that lay there was tons of inexplicable
numerals; a cavalcade of designs on which the
foundations of this world could be handsomely
constructed,

When I browsed through the pages of the majestic
atlas; all that lay there was unfathomable depictions
of this fascinating globe; intricate lines bonding
continents with synchronized harmony,

When I browsed through the pages of the medical
thesis; all that lay there was a scrupulous listing of
life yielding medicines; a stringent smell of
antiseptic permeating profoundly in the gloomy
atmosphere,

When I browsed through the pages of my mothers old
diary; all that was there was her rejuvenating
experiences of boisterous youth; the times she had
ardently labored to harness me with her very own blood
and sweat,

When I browsed through the pages of the Emperors leaf;
all that lay there was a royal tale of his oligarchic
dictatorship; the undulating framework of good and bad
that he had executed for his people in tumultuous
distress,

When I browsed through the pages of enchanting fairy
tales; all that lay there was an ingratiating aura
that engulfed those medieval times; a voluptuously
eloquent voice that roused me instantaneously from
deep sleep,

When I browsed through the pages of the management
presentation; all that lay there was unimaginable
number of spurious manipulations; to extract the best
you possibly could from a simple human being,

And when I browsed through the pages of my heart; it
was there that lay the wealth of this entire planet;
it was there that I found all the love and compassion
I could ever have dreamt of; as each passionate beat
unveiled into an infinite lives….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Through the tunnels of

 

Only the hideously corrupt and treacherously
dastardly; could bawdily drift through the tunnels of;
abhorrently ungainly manipulation,

Only the impeccably enchanting and innocuously
righteous; could patriotically march through the
tunnels of; unshakably irrefutable truth,

Only the raunchily infinitesimal and baselessly
threadbare; could insidiously hover through the
tunnels of; maliciously truculent depravation,

Only the drearily meaningless and vindictively
plotting; could ominously trespass through the tunnels
of; lunatically barbaric discrimination,

Only the poignantly sensitive and ravishingly exotic;
could bountifully trespass through the tunnels of;
ingratiatingly tantalizing sensuousness,

Only the cold-bloodedly savage and ruthlessly
slandering; could esoterically wade through the
tunnels of; satanically crippling disease,

Only the unflinchingly resilient and exhilaratingly
fearless; could blissfully transgress through the
tunnels of; fascinatingly invincible solidarity,

Only the aristocratically artistic and surreally
wandering; could gorgeously float through the tunnels
of; tantalizingly proliferating newness,

Only the despicably rotting and preposterously
obsolete; could aimlessly loiter through the tunnels
of; flagrantly stinking failure,

Only the lethally venomous and diabolically
pulverizing; could shamelessly maraud through the
tunnels of; rebelliously gory bloodshed,

Only the tyrannically lambasting and purposelessly
ostracizing; could horrifically step through the
tunnels of; abominably castigating illiteracy,

Only the intrepidly exhilarating and exuberantly
gushing; could resplendently philander through the
tunnels of; beautifully spell binding adventure,

Only the freshly born and benevolent hearted; could
astoundingly gyrate through the tunnels of;
panoramically vivacious godliness,

Only the sardonically conventional and spuriously high
society; could remorsefully stab through the tunnels
of; deleteriously gory bloodshed,

Only the vibrantly untamed and compassionately
engulfing; could exotically zip through the tunnels
of; ecstatically melodious romance,

Only the fabulously synergistic and holistically
humane; could gregariously interweave through the
tunnels of; celestially gratifying paradise,

Only the intricately effeminate and unsurpassably
obsessed; could triumphantly parade through the
tunnels of; regally sparkling artistry,

Only the passionately palpitating and immortally
bonding; could divinely fly through the tunnels of;
perpetually unconquerable love,

Only the diligently persevering and unrelentingly
unstoppable; could magnanimously whistle through the
tunnels of; spell bindingly scintillating fortune,

Only the patriotically brave and altruistically
sacrificing; could unchallangeably wade through the
tunnels of; victoriously Omnipotent immortality,

Only the mystically enigmatic and charismatically
magnetic; could timelessly gallivant through the
tunnels of; marvelously conjuring magic,

Only the perennially liberated and wonderfully
melanging; could stupendously bounce through the
tunnels of; endlessly ebullient laughter,

But every tangible organism; irrespective of caste;
creed; color; stature; height or tribe; every entity
harboring insurmountable love for the God’s chapter of
symbiotically proliferating creation; has; is and will
always fantastically burgeon through the tunnels of;
eternally egalitarian and blessing humanity….



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

 

Through them; even the most acridly blistering rays of
the fiery midday Sun; seemed like angels of
enchantingly whispering tranquility,

Through them; even the most morbidly remorseful sewage
leaking sordidly from the gutters; seemed like
waterfalls of epitomizing harmony; wonderfully
coalescing with the fabric of eternal mankind,

Through them; even the most discordantly thundering of
treacherous monsters; seemed like messiahs of
blissfully celestial peace,

Through them; even the most abominably gruesome
scents; seemed like a cloudburst of stupendously
poignant fragrance; majestically diffusing a fountain
of vivacious resplendence to every traumatically
parched entity around,

Through them; even the most pathetically morose
graveyards; seemed like fathomless skies of Omniscient
beauty and benign grace; regally spawning into a
civilization of newness every unfurling instant of the
sweltering day,

Through them; even the most insanely lunatic madmen;
seemed like harbingers of heavenly peace and humanity;
disseminating an unfathomable entrenchment of
compassion on every step that they transgressed,

Through them; even the most sullenly decaying
carcasses; seemed like philanthropically scintillating
rays of the tenacious Sun; filtering a path of
astronomically aristocratic courage through corpses;
of manipulative malice,

Through them; even the most lugubriously insidious
morons; seemed like a rhapsodically exuberant breeze
of unrelentingly endowing smiles,

Through them; even the most invidiously bizarre
thorns; seemed like hives of unsurpassably uniting
honey; spell bindingly propagating a wave of
unbelievable melody in the lives of all those
horrendously deprived,

Through them; even the most acrimoniously twisted
paths; seemed like fortresses of irrefutably
ingratiating solidarity; sequestering one and all;
irrespective of caste; creed and spurious color;
beautifully alike,

Through them; even the most salaciously diabolical of
demons; seemed like bloomingly mesmerizing gardens of
spiritual charisma; ubiquitously parading towards the
path of impregnable righteousness,

Through them; even the most forlornly dilapidated
spaces; seemed like winds of ebulliently enthralling
ecstasy; voluptuously titillating every beleaguered
traveler who inadvertently came their way,

Through them; even the most ominously impoverished and
drought terrorized lands; seemed like miraculously
replenishing oceans; marvelously appeasing every
infinitesimal desire of your estranged soul,

Through them; even the most preposterously ugly
bodies; seemed like seductively silken visages of
unflinching truth; magnificently deluging every
wavering conscience with rays of unconquerably
Omnipotent enlightenment,

Through them; even the most ludicrously feckless
tycoons; seemed like godfathers of symbiotic
relationships; perennially bonding with their
fabulously impeccable kin,

Through them; even the most monotonously tick-tocking
clockworks; seemed like a paradise of bountifully
tingling mysticism; wholesomely liberating you of your
rebelliously frazzled mind,

Through them; even the most lackadaisically frozen
bloodstreams; seemed like infernos of magnetically
captivating beauty; indefatigably yearning to
blissfully bond with the heavens; vivid and
unassailably divine,

Through them; even the most horrifically charred and
perpetually dead organisms; seemed like a relentlessly
proliferating whirlpool of invincible breath;
timelessly healing with its Omnipresent sensuousness,

And through them; even the most agonizingly lambasted
of hearts; seemed like unconquerable stars of
priceless togetherness; triumphantly blazing forward
with the blessings of the Almighty Lord,

Such were the eyes of immortal love; forever
metamorphosing even the most inexplicably penalizing
of pain into jubilant happiness; forever existing as
God’s most glorious creation; forever symbolizing the
unshakable path towards freedom and mankind….





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

 

Normally when I started back for home; I commenced my
journey languidly eating pop-corn; aimlessly kicking
small stones that came in my way,
While today I tripped each time I raised my foot;
relinquished all capacity to sight objects even a foot
further.

Normally when I started back for home; I hummed
melodious tunes; smiling flirtatiously at every girl I
encountered on the way,
While today I looked at my watch a million times;
grunted in exasperation as I couldn’t bear to see the
disdainful blotches of slush adhering all across my
immaculate shirt.

Normally when I started back for home; I winked
mischievously at the sun; took marathon minutes in
idling my scooter to full gear,
While today I trembled in the icy winds; felt utterly
miserable as my feather weight shoes; felt as heavy as
heavy ships floating on the sea.

Normally when I started back for home; I waved goodbye
to all my colleagues; wishing them a blissful and
tranquil sleep,
While today as I stepped out in the ominous dark; I
closed my ears in alarm; to shun the chaotic
pandemonium of horns and blaring traffic.

Normally when I started back for home; I phoned my
wife on the mobile; romancing dreamily for long
minutes about our experiences of the past;
While today I emptied my pants of all contraptions and
my wallet; scampered for safety like a rabbit for
under gigantic branches of the tree.

Normally when I started for home; my mind wandered
rampantly; envisaging all the delectable delicacies
which I would consume for supper in the night,
While today the food in my stomach churned in nervous
energy; almost strangulating my senses as it tried to
puke out from my mouth.

Normally when I started for home; I always made it a
rule to halt my vehicle at signals; thereby letting
others pass peacefully before I proceeded further,
While today my foot refrained to leave the
accelerator; as I sky rocketed cursing the skies; at
electric speeds towards my dwelling.

Normally when I started for home; I stopped
frequently in the way to munch sandwiches; smoked a
cigarette or two in the crowded shopping square,
While today my sole focus was to wade myself
dexterously through the rivers overflowing; protecting
my cherished checkbook from getting soiled.

Normally when I started for home; I spent good amount
of time choosing my favorite pen; for signing the
company guestbook,
While today I virtually dropped all what I was
carrying; dragged my weight outside like a charged
volcano; running at full speed and at the same time
yelling at the top of my breath.

And Normally when I started for home; the skies were
crystal clear; with the Sun god about to set
splendidly into the horizon; the birds chirping
boisterously to announce the onset of cool night,
While today the reason for my behaving insane; was
that there were streaks of white lightening in the
sky; with thunderbolts of rain pelting in uncouth fury
all over.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The lords most favorite child

 

Celebrate the voluptuously cascading rain; with an unsurpassable flurry of nubile vixens; compassionately matching step to step; of your ebulliently dancing stride,

Celebrate the eternally Omnipotent dawn; with mellifluously impeccable cisterns of honey; unabashedly dribbling across every conceivable pore of your nimbly impoverished body,

Celebrate the sensuously inebriating night; with a plethora of handsomely untainted bonfires; whose unflinchingly golden flames; kissed the farthermost corner of the fathomlessly enamoring sky,

Celebrate the uninhibitedly liberating holidays; with unlimitedly enthralling labyrinths of adventures; which gave bountifully fresh birth to every dying pore of your skin; every unfurling instant of destined lifetime,

Celebrate philanthropically ameliorating victory; with celestially beautiful smiles; which made you as well everyone around you feel; the most inimitably priceless organism on this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe,

Celebrate invincibly venerated motherhood; with perennially unconquerable compassion; which granted the most poignant fortresses of solidarity; to the majestically newborn child,

Celebrate fantastically unfettered paradise; with unceasingly iridescent caravans of spell binding fantasy; which timelessly escalated you to the footsteps of the Omnipresent divine,

Celebrate unbelievably tranquil loneliness; with magically unhindered enchantment; which inexorably mitigated you of even the most infinitesimally non-existent of your worries,

Celebrate indomitably fearless oneness; with the mantra of ubiquitously unparalleled humanity; which made you feel that there was nothing else but miraculously undefeated heaven; on even the most disappearing step that you nimbly tread,

Celebrate incredulously invincible Everest; with the most ravishingly costliest oceans of shimmering champagne; which seductively sparked an inferno of unendingly untamed desire in even the most obliviously crumbling of your bones,

Celebrate wonderfully replenishing sleep; with an endlessly fructifying festoon of jubilant dreams; which refreshed the innermost dormitories of your soul; to spawn into an infinite civilizations of newness; the very next rays of glistening dawn,

Celebrate perpetually egalitarian brotherhood; with the sky of fathomlessly bonding and unshakable unity; which perpetuated in you the temerity; to peerlessly behead even the most sacrilegiously assassinating of devil,

Celebrate panoramically effulgent beauty; with unstoppably ardent cloudbursts of appreciation; which evaporated even the most hedonistically frazzled of your nerves; into wisps of insouciantly vanishing oblivion,

Celebrate amazingly earnest candidness; with the ever-pervadingly righteous soil of brilliant honesty; which imparted you the most insuperably royal wings to fly; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

Celebrate triumphantly benign lips; with an everlastingly unflinching kiss of imperceptible passion; which rekindled in you a fresh desire to exist; even when a countless feet beneath your hideously veritable grave,

Celebrate gloriously golden sweat; with a tireless cavalcade of salutations towards the Omnisciently showering sky; which acted as your sole savior in every tangible and intangible sphere of synergistically destined life,

Celebrate ecstatically tantalizing breath; with a fearlessly never-ending hug; which made you feel quintessentially closer; to your incomparably magnetic rudiments,

Celebrate victoriously unmatched heartbeat; with a Universe of fervent gregariousness; which forever coalesced every element of your survival; symbiotically with every fraternity; caste; creed; religion and tribe,

And celebrate every instant of optimistically blessed life; with the beats of immorally Omnipresent love; which granted you a permanent place in the most unassailable thrones of heaven; and which made you this very unfurling moment; the Lord’s most favorite child….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The Magic of Black…

 

There were infinite who associated it with disdainfully grave infidelity; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with uninhibited sensuousness sprouting from each pore of the skin,

There were infinite who associated it with unrelentingly diabolical massacre; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the quintessential humility in every living being,

There were infinite who associated it with surreptitiously macabre trepidation; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the seeds of beautifully untamed virility,

There were infinite who associated it with gravely anomalous deliriousness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the invincible sacredness of the twinkling stars,

There were infinite who associated it with sleazily cacophonic drunkenness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the profoundly rejuvenating awakening of the soul,

There were infinite who associated it with vindictively stabbing pain; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the mellifluously unconquerable sounds of the nightingale,

There were infinite who associated it with amorphously penalizing vacuum; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the most unassailably brilliant fireballs of passion,

There were infinite who associated it with unstoppably demonic disaster; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the umbrella of all bountifully uncurbed freshness,

There were infinite who associated it with treacherously ribald ghoulishness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the unimpeachably consecrating spirit of the divine,

There were infinite who associated it with carnivorously jinxed emptiness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the ravishingly succulent gallery of unparalleled enchantment,

There were infinite who associated it with satanically lambasting imprisonment; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the intrepidly whispering winds of adventure,

There were infinite who associated it with inexplicably asphyxiating danger; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the triumph of rhapsodic exhilaration over sadistic monotony,

There were infinite who associated it with indefatigably cursed wailing; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the ultimate panacea for triggering an inimitably priceless fantasy,

There were infinite who associated it with lecherously deteriorating nothingness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the insuperably glorious crown of mysticism,

There were infinite who associated it with devastatingly evaporating misfortune; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the boundless ramifications of the royal destiny lines,

There were infinite who associated it with miserably pulverizing hatred; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the kingly stupor of immortal poetry,

There were infinite who associated it with unfinished tyrannized bemoaning of the soul; whilst there were also infinite of a kind; who associated it with the absolute infallible epitome of creativity,

There were infinite who associated it with insidiously jeopardizing betrayal; whilst there were also infinite of a kind; who associated it with the latent reflection of compassionately truthful love,

There were infinite who associated it with venomously annihilating terrorism; whilst there were also infinite of a kind; who associated it with most blissfully nourishing cradle of perpetual silence,

Such. O! Yes Such. Was the magic of the amazingly multi-personality and ever-pervading color; BLACK…

©®COPYRIGHT BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»The main culprit

 

Your voluptuous eyes were the ones that stole my sight; rendered me wholesomely blinded and staring unrelentingly at your stupendous visage,

Your luscious lips were the ones that stole my taste; tumultuously evoking me to only nibble passionately at their rubicund outline,

Your dainty hands were the ones that stole all my Herculean muscle and power; conjuring me to hold them every unfurling second on the sunlit day; marathon hours of the freezing night,

Your ravishing hair was the one that stole my senses; drowning me profoundly in the ocean of their mesmerizing fragrance,

Your poignant nails were the ones that stole my ability to scratch; driving me into a state of uncontrollable frenzy as they tantalizingly stroked their way through my scalp,

Your tinkling feet were the ones that stole my stride; compelling me to kneel in timid obeisance; revering and worshipping them incessantly,

Your scintillating teeth were the ones that stole my ungainly laughter; left me in a spell bound stupor; as I inexorably admired them in the moonlit shades of midnight,

Your velvety shadow was the one that stole my entity; making me thoroughly oblivious to each of my surroundings; victimized and enchanted by its supremely mystical grace,

Your fabulous skin was the one that stole my blood; making it abysmally freeze in my veins as I caressed your heavenly flesh,

Your majestic aura was the one that stole my memory; made me deviate from even the most rigid of my thoughts; perpetuating me to dream of nothing else but your captivating countenance,
Your immaculate ears were the ones that stole all my sensation to hear; making me stone deaf to the most volatile of explosion; as I sweetly suckled your ravishingly dangling and crimson lobes,

Your delectable neck was the one that stole my prowess to turn; riveting my face intransigently towards your tawny cheeks,

Your melodious voice was the one that stole my ability to speak; made me perpetually dumb; overwhelmingly lost in the celestial cadence of its sound; the blissful fervor in its tunes,

Your innocuous birth mark was the one that stole my destiny; as my life solely followed its enamoring contours; blended itself completely with its form and color,

Your tangy tears were the ones that stole my reflection; making me admire the astounding beauty of the world which they encapsulated; the unfathomable empathy which they explicitly reflected,

Your vivacious stomach was the one that stole my hunger; made me emancipate my demonish gluttony; as I pressed my head against it with each of its ingratiatingly rhythmic rise and fall,

Your incomprehensibly moist breath was the one that stole my life; making me a diligent slave of the seductive aroma that you exhaled infinite number of times in a single day,

But your heart was the main culprit of them all; as its every palpable beat stole my flamboyantly fiery desire; stole all the love I had; stole all the love I could ever give…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The main ingredient of my thoughts

 

I consider the weird tenacity of the intransigent air,
That tickles the envelope of my mind,
Unfolding a whole life of misery,
Involving the trickery of its kind.

The rugged terrains stretched like a shell,
Rings nonchalantly in my mind a good nice bell.
A flower blossoms; a bird chirps,
Bringing my mind the best kind of jerks.
At last I get out of this heavenly dream,
To enrich the taste of the real cream.
 
»The man in the photograph

 

The man in the photograph didn’t withdraw air from
surrounding,
While I breathed several times a single minute.

The man in the photograph didn’t laugh at a hilarious
joke,
While I burst into volleys of laughter at mention of
the slightest satire.

The man in the photograph didn’t feel at all thirsty,
While I couldn’t suffice without water for more than
an hour.

The man in the photograph wore an impeccable white
shirt; devoid of creases,
While the garments that fitted my body were with
blotches of stain and
grease.

The man in the photograph didn’t budge a fraction of
an inch,
While I tossed and turned with growing spurts of
overwhelming restlessness.

The man in the photograph was clad in threadbare
clothes even in chilly
winter,
While I draped my persona with furry covers of pure
sheepskin wool.

The man in the photograph never developed shabby
stubble of beard,
While I shaved my skin scrupulously twice in a single
day.

The man in the photograph didn’t sweat drops of
pungent perspiration,
While I shed water from my armpits every unfolding
second in the sun.

The man in the photograph didn’t sit for years on the
trot,
While I needed to rest occasionally on the
ergonomically sculptured leather
pouch.

The man in the photograph didn’t expurgate his bowels,
While I made frequent journeys to the bathroom after
devouring plum juice and
water.

The man in the photograph didn’t cough when tickled by
pigeon feather,
While I erupted into an earth shattering sneeze when
struck by cold.

The man in the photograph was holistically phlegmatic,
While I was full of volatile energy; ready to plunge
into the sea of
adventure.

The man in the photograph had black hair since times
immemorial.
While I had acquired grizzly streaks of white with the
onset of age.

The man in the photograph didn’t struggle to earn
money,
While I worked at frantic pace to make my livelihood.

As a matter of fact; the man in the photograph had died
decades ago,
And I was still living; all set to change the
complexion of this earth.


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»The Man, The Orphan, The die hard lady

 

The man was stripped of sight since he was born,
groping around his way in perpetual darkness as a kid,
shielding his dilapidated eye with thick wipers of
charcoal black,
he rapidly learnt the art of deciphering protuberant
Braille,
acquired a kingly accolade in contemporary art;
being divested precious ingredients of vision
indispensable to execute it.


the orphan was deprived of the ability to disentangle
sound,
an aftermath of which he was oblivious to coherent
speech,
there was however no massacring his zeal for life,
he decoded words through subtle movements of lips,
was a dedicated pioneer in onerous freedom struggle of
his country,
refrained from portraying to the world; that he was deaf
as a silent stone.

the lady in the slum possessed twin pairs of crippled
feet,
bearing the brunt of irascible car wheels crushing her
bones,
she now walked with tapered calipers of cheap cane,
although she had a heart embodied with philanthropic
visions,
lending a helping hand to people suffering in
miserable plight.

i wandered about jobless for several days,
bestowed upon with all tangible aspects of life,
punching the ground hard in inexplicable frustration
looming large,
i then witnessed the lives of the
abovementioned; utterly distraught yet ready
to smile,
it was that very day that i felt lucky; and sumptuously
blessed,
urged myself to laugh when i felt like sobbing;
reminiscing memories of the man, the orphan, and the
die hard lady.


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