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»The only route to heaven

 

Start & End even the most destructively terrorizing moment of yours; solely with the tributaries of pristinely unsurpassable and eternally enamoring love; encircling every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most treacherously penalizing moment of yours; solely with a cosmos of benevolently unparalleled and inimitably priceless love; perpetuating every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most diabolically sacrilegious moment of yours; solely with a fantasy of beautifully unbridled and timelessly enthralling love; unassailably enveloping every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most devilishly betraying moment of yours; solely with a civilization of unimaginably profound and perennially ebullient love; unconquerably cascading into every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most deplorably blackened moment of yours; solely with an atmosphere of perpetually fructifying and indomitably redolent love; uninhibitedly bonding with every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most inexplicably dogmatic moment of yours; solely with a valley of fathomlessly celestial and insuperably ameliorating love; bountifully breathing in every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most heinously bludgeoning moment of yours; solely with a forest of unbelievably intrepid and ecstatically virile love; undefeatedly blossoming in every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most atrociously incarcerating moment of yours; solely with a sky of triumphantly euphoric and spell-bindingly ever-pervading love; infallibly kissing every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most inexorably asphyxiating moment of yours; solely with a cistern of incredulously virgin and perpetually mollifying love; unflinchingly permeating into every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most bizarrely carcinogenic moment of yours; solely with a rainbow of resplendently exotic and poignantly philanthropic love; brilliantly enlightening every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most torturously cannibalistic moment of yours; solely with a stream of unendingly vivacious and jubilantly effulgent love; celestially engulfing every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most vindictively unsparing moment of yours; solely with a meadow of sensuously tranquil and tantalizingly exhilarating love; magically incorporating every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most tawdrily divesting moment of yours; solely with a cloudburst of endlessly fructifying and blissfully blessed love; invincibly drenching every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most beguilingly abhorrent moment of yours; solely with a squall of spectacularly enigmatic and unshakably iridescent love; marvelously consecrating every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most traumatically indiscriminate moment of yours; solely with a caravan of quintessentially enchanting and ubiquitously mitigating love; exultatingly replenishing every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most venomously prejudiced moment of yours; solely with a Sun of fearlessly illuminating and Omnipresently dominating love; tirelessly frolicking with every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most haplessly extinguishing moment of yours; solely with a Wind of universally fascinating and undauntedly spawning love; inscrutably whispering to every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most inevitably deathly moment of yours; solely with a cavern of immortally bestowing and effulgently evolving love; Omnisciently entwining with every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.








For if you wanted to be forever in heaven after and even before horrifying death; for if you wanted to forever triumph in even the most infinitesimal synergistic aspect of life; for if you wanted to forever remain as one of God’s most favorite disciples; then there is no other route except the above that’ll ensure you the same; not just for one but an infinite more of your infinite lifetimes….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The only person

 

Even If an inconspicuous particle of dust entered your eye; making you
wildly
scratch with your tender palms,
That very moment I would go completely blind; wholesomely abdicating
the
ability to perspicuously see.

Even if you tripped inadvertently on the floor; slightly bruising the
skin on
your fragile shoulders,
That very moment I would collapse on the ground; developing a series of
multiple fracture in my feet.

Even if you coughed a trifle; as an aftermath of poignant pepper
encompassing
your nostrils,
That very moment I would have unrelenting bouts of rapid breathing;
incessantly sneeze till the time my eyes popped out of their sockets.

Even if you perceived a baseless fear; of drizzling rain water
disdainfully
drenching you,
That very moment I would gruesomely drown in the colossal ocean;
incorrigibly
refraining to steer my way up the surface.

Even if you tossed and turned petulantly on the bed for a few minutes;
before
falling into a sound slumber,
That very moment I would irrevocably stare into black space; keeping
awake the
entire night like a dreaded insomniac.

Even if you banged your robust fists softly into the wall; expressing
your
profound indignation at getting late for office,
That very moment I would put my hands under the springing axe;
pulverizing
them into infinite splinters of bone.

Even if you contracted a minuscule infection; with the imbalance in
your body
disappearing within a few hours of stringent medication,
That very moment I would have astronomically high levels of tribal
fever; with
the entire of my silhouette burning like a piece of red coal.

Even if you got an iota pierced; by the irascible mosquito
unceremoniously
hovering around,
That very moment I would be bitten by swarms of stinging bees;
inserting their
venomous tentacles into my cheeks.

Even if you felt a little suffocated; wading through the claustrophobic
queues
for the railway ticket,
That very moment I would relinquish breath in perpetual entirety; and
my heart
would cease to throb in its cavity.

All this is because you are 'THE ONLY PERSON' I have profoundly loved
in my
life sweetheart; the only deity I worship and adore,
And as every breath of yours unleashes; mine gets automatically a
million
times faster.


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

 

Some said that the present instant was the most rhapsodically fantastic instant; while some said that they were bountifully better of waiting for the golden rays of optimistic tomorrow,

Some said that the most exhilarating mission of their life was to kiss the peerless apogee of Everest; while some said that they found inimitable heaven sauntering amiably on fathomlessly plain ground,

Some said that there wasn’t a thing as unassailable as the punctiliously plush interiors of the corporate office; while some said that the spirit of uninhibitedly untamed poetry was the most eternally fructifying in the chapter of resplendently enigmatic life,

Some said that the Universe had metamorphosed into a vindictively concrete jungle; while some said they salvaged perpetual pride taking blissful refuge in their unflinchingly venerated mother soil,

Some said that the most compassionate warmth on this earth was in the womb of your divinely mother; while some said that sensuously endless fantasy was their profusely sole passion to survive,

Some said that the holistic vegetable was the most appetizing meal; while some said that the brutally emaciated ravines of their stomach could be miraculously placated by nothing else but unfathomably tantalizing chicken soup,

Some said that rebirth was responsible for their vividly exultating existence today; while some said that there was nothing but scientific laws that evolved every living organism boundlessly on this unbelievably enthralling planet,

Some said that unassailable truth was the only panacea to survive; while some said that unprecedented degrees of subterfuge and prejudice had to be adapted in order to breathe amidst the diabolically commercial ratrace today,

Some said that unlimited success was their only mission to live; while some said that the waves of celestial contentment majestically spawned even the most infinitesimal ingredient of their scarlet blood,

Some said that the cradle of innocuous childhood was the most spellbindingly insuperable gift of life; while some said that ruling the world as its most mature and unparalleled conqueror was what they were born for,

Some said that all they yearned for was voluptuously titillating clouds of perennial rain; while some said that rolling tirelessly in the aridly arcane and indefatigably grandiloquent desert sands; was what each bone of their body vociferously demanded,

Some said that the policy of live and let live was the most ultimate of the Omnipotent Creator’s commands; while some said that “ Survival of the fittest ” was what he had expected out of every construable entity on this fathomless planet,

Some said that the lines poignantly embodied on the palm scrupulously maneuvered everyone’s destiny; while some said that intransigently dedicated hard work could change even the most brilliantly fortuned stars,

Some said that they wanted to take an infinite births for the sake of their heavenly beloved; while some said that this singular life of theirs was an unsolicitedly acrimonious thorn in their hindside,

Some said that the only dream that lingered in the whites of their eyes was devilishly decrepit politics; while some said that they longed to unfurl every minute of their lives as a diminutively humble common man,

Some said that the wings of egalitarian freedom should be bestowed upon every echelon of the society alike; while some said that all should exist as rustically cannibalistic and mating wolves as during the time; when the earth was first born,

Some said that the entire beauty of this vibrantly panoramic Universe could be encompassed in a barren canvas of plain white; while some said that a single life was just a speck of lackadaisically malnourished nothingness; for admiring the marvels of God’s blessed earth,

Some said that money could virtually buy everything in the 21st century on this inexhaustible globe; while some said that the inferno of love was the most magnetically unceasing elixir on which this entire world survived,

And some said this; while some said that; but believe it or not; neither did I have the time to hear; neither could I utter an invisibly single word; neither did I have the time to meticulously comprehend; neither could I budge the periphery of my tongue even an ethereal trifle,

As both my lips were unconquerably interlocked with the lips of my immortal beloved; and the only sounds which we could hear; speak or execute; were the sounds of love; love and nothing but unshakably eternal and royal love! ! ! ! !

©COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»The only thing that my heart could beat for

 

The only thing that my eyes could ever sight was her
mesmerizing form; whether they were open or tightly
closed,

The only thing that my ears could ever hear were her
daintily approaching footsteps; no matter how
thunderous was the outside world and traffic,

The only thing that my nose could ever smell was the
enchanting fragrance emanating from her arms; the
ravishing aroma entrenched in her breath,

The only thing that my tongue could ever speak was her
sacrosanct name; fervently iterating each alphabet
infinite number of times,

The only thing that my hands were ever able to touch
was the contours of her silken hair; with the
passionate scent embodied therein catapulting me to
the most supreme point of ecstasy,

The only thing that my mind could ever envisage was
her emphatic eyes; with I finding myself drowning in
the river of fantasy flowing perpetually inside,

The only thing that my feet were ever able to caress
as they tread on earth was her shadow; as no matter
wherever I went; it followed me with incessant relent,

The only thing that my nails were ever able to scratch
was the lining of flirtatious dirt on her neck;
intricately tracing in it my near future to unveil,

The only thing that my teeth were ever able to chew
was her lips; painstakingly suckling the honey from
the recesses deep inside,

The only thing that my skin was ever able to feel was
her velvety touch; with her fingers groping
uncontrollably across my tanned chest,

The only thing that my shoulders were ever able to
carry was her delectably body; bearing her weight with
an immortal smile; even under the most sizzling rays
of the Sun,

The only thing that my sweat could ever drench was her
shimmering and petite stomach; as I curled myself like
an infant to blend with its compassionate warmth,

The only thing that my lips could ever smile for was
her celestial silhouette as she lay under the moon;
appreciate for eternity the gestures she made
inadvertently while rolling deep sleep,

The only thing that my blood could ever flow for was
to protect her from any possible evil lurking around;
donate it to whomsoever she ordered me to; without the
slightest of opposition,

The only thing that my efforts could ever yield was
the essence of what she taught; listening attentively
at all times to the pearls of wisdom that she showered
from her mouth,

The only thing that my mouth could ever recount was
the story when she was born; the unprecedented
happiness she brought into my life; the day she met
me,

The only thing that my lids could ever blink for was
to make her smile; evacuate her out from the state of
intermittent gloom; that she sometimes found herself
confronted with,
And the only thing that my heart could ever beat for
was her love; trying to capsize her entity in each of
its palpitation; in complete; mind, body and spirit…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The only way to attain God…

 

They indefatigably tried to win his heart; spuriously appease him by laying all the innocent flowers of this world at his perpetual feet; after barbarously plucking the same from their nimbly priceless roots,

They tirelessly tried to win his heart; worthlessly appease him by laying an ocean of impeccable animal blood at his majestic feet; after indiscriminately slaughtering countless a goat and half asleep sheep,

They unstoppably tried to win his heart; meaninglessly appease him by laying all the currency note in this world at his infallible feet; after cadaverously burying their hands and feet an infinite feet into innocuous feelings and blood,

They irrevocably tried to win his heart; thoughtlessly appease him by laying all the milk in this world at his sacrosanct feet; after hideously extracting each droplet; from the belly of the holistic cow,

They unceasingly tried to win his heart; wantonly appease him by laying all screaming prostitutes in this world at his eternal feet; after satanically disrobing them right infront of their mother’s; sisters and aunts,

They unrelentingly tried to win his heart; sanctimoniously appease him by laying all robust trees in this world at his Omnipresent feet; after brutally slaining the same; with their swords of diabolical hate,

They insatiably tried to win his heart; senselessly appease him by laying all children skulls in this world at his bountiful feet; after hedonistically disassociating them from jubilantly mischievous neck,

They endlessly tried to win his heart; idiosyncratically appease him by laying all the dreams of this world at his unparalleled feet; after asphyxiating the last ounce of fantasy from every brain; as they subjected it to cold-blooded betrayal,

They inexhaustibly tried to win his heart; inveterately appease him by laying each dwelling of this world at this royal feet; after ruthlessly divesting every harmonious organism of a roof over its head,

They unlimitedly tried to win his heart; spinelessly appease him by laying every conceivable epitome of this world at his inimitable feet; after monstrously bombarding and beheading immaculately towering mountains of snow,

They perennially tried to win his heart; nonsensically appease him by laying every droplet of water in this world at his ever-pervading feet; after venomously evaporating the lap of mother nature; of all its quintessential moisture and oils,

They inexorably tried to win his heart; fecklessly appease him by laying every source of sight in this world at his unconquerable feet; after insanely ripping apart eyeballs from countless untainted twinkling faces; in the name of religious sacrifice,

They irretrievably tried to win his heart; purposelessly appease him by laying every covering of silken skin in this world at his Omnipotent feet; after cannibalistically knifing through unsuspectingly infantile; raw bone; flesh and blood;

They continuously tried to win his heart; mindlessly appease him by laying each morsel of food in this world at his blessed feet; after wantonly forcing every mouth to vomit whatever existed in the intestine; since the very first cry of birth,

They intransigently tried to win his heart; bawdily appease him by laying every color of this world at his venerated feet; after disastrously decimating the very roots of happiness from every replenished and gifted form of life,

They implacably tried to win his heart; amorphously appease him by laying every piece of cloth in this world at his Omniscient feet; after sacrilegiously disrobing infinite organism of their intrinsic integrity and pride,

They timelessly tried to win his heart; wrongly appease him by laying every feminine scalp in this world at his everlasting feet; after blasphemously murdering the girl child right in the mother’s womb,

They undyingly tried to win his heart; insensitively appease him by laying every bit of sunshine that fell on the world at his undefeated feet; after viciously submerging every perceivable quarter of earth; into a corpse of manipulatively victimizing blackness,

Yet. Simply no avail. As they all were eventually dragged to the land of inconsolably wailing hell; where they were made to pay an infinite times more; for each of their wickedly executed and indescribably dastardly sins,

Whilst the Omnipotent Creator wrote paradise for the newborn child even as it emanated its very first breath; as it spread its uninhibitedly miraculous palms to embrace all; irrespective of any religion; caste; creed or kind; into its unconquerable heaven of magically immortal love-Thereby apprizing infinite of its predecessors that the only way to attain God in totality was not “Blood and Sinful Sacrifice” but “Immortal Love”….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The perfect handshake

 

When I shook hands with a waiter; interrupting his monotonous sequel of
serving delicacies,
The handshake was pretty lackadaisical; the aftermath of which rendered
me
with grease and a perennial stench of garlic diffusing from my palms.

When I shook hands with a beggar; forcefully clasping his disheveled
fingers
in mine,
The handshake was absolutely nonchalant; it was as if I had awakened a
dying
man from the course of his blissful sleep.

When I shook hands with a pot-bellied butcher; nimbly requesting him to
relinquish his sharp cleavers before he executed the same,
The handshake almost squelched my bones to fine chowder; and an
obnoxious
scent of foul fish and meat wafted profusely from my palm thereafter.

When I shook hands with a clean shaven barber; smiling amicably as I
noticed
an effeminate tinge of polish on his nails,
The handshake was as frigid as a slithering worm; also I had to scrub
my palms
vigorously after the same; to free them from the unscrupulous strands
of hair
and shampoo; incorrigibly clinging tightly.

When I shook hands with a flamboyant model; gently entwining my hands
in her
dainty fingers,
The handshake was as cold as frozen ice; and I had to wash my hands
with
stringent acid soon after; to get rid of the vanity aroma that nearly
choked
me to death.

When I shook hands with the bespectacled doctor; confidently gripping
the back
of his hand in mine,
The handshake was a replica of the printed encyclopedia; and I almost
swooned
on the ground after inhaling the despicable odor of chlorine and potent
antiseptic.

When I shook hands with a madman; prudently catching him unaware when
he was
snoozing under the sun,
The handshake seemed to last till eternity; almost engendering me to
abdicate
my breath; as the imbecile idiot displayed no signs releasing me;
against the
most resilient of my efforts.

When I shook hands with the meticulous business tycoon; in an ambience
inundated with majestic drapery and redolent flowers,
The handshake was the most sophisticated I had ever encountered; and I
deliberately rolled my hands in sordid sand after the same; to add some
vibrancy; break free from the impeccable aura of the superficial
corporate
world.

When I shook hands with the convict; incarcerated behind iron bars of
the
dingy prison,
The handshake was murderous; also the agony in his cold blooded eyes;
the
nefarious devil lurking in his brow; made me scamper at electric speeds
towards the exit gate.

When I shook hands with the drunken truck driver; soaring past verdant
landscapes; the splendidly gorgeous valleys,
The handshake was pretty bizarre; as he treated my petite palms like
the
steering wheel of his vehicle; maneuvering them frantically in several
directions at a time.

When I shook hands with the bare chested washerman; in the midst of his
fervent washing activity,
The handshake was as slippery as the shimmering dolphin; and he almost
squashed my hands against the obdurate floor; overwhelmingly replete
with a
soapy bath of detergent and carbolic.

And eventually when I shook hands with the soldier; in a backdropp of
guns;
marching commandos; and hostile war,
The handshake this time was 'THE PERFECT HANDSHAKE'; as he fearlessly
entangled his fingers in mine; and the fragrance of his loyalty
lingered till
times greater than eternity in my eyes; as I saluted his indomitable
spirit;
the tenacity in his persona to emancipate life for his country.



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

 

The sparkling surface of evanescent water,
Reveals undiscovered exhilaration in a smooth manner,
The impregnable waters had few ripples,
Withstanding the acerbic summer heat,
Cruising along with radiant buoyancy,
Crawling step by step with dreary resistance to hard bed rock,
Into the open crevices of virgin land,
Covering in entirety; barren regions of dry river bed,
To give sedative effects like those experienced,
After massive consumption of lethal tranquilizer drugs.
 
»The other name of life

 

The other name of life; is to spawn into a
rhapsodically fresh beginning every unfurling minute
of the day; although your past might have
indiscriminately pulverized you with an infinite
whiplashes of abuse and hedonistic disdain,

The other name of life; is to unfurl into an
unsurpassable festoon of resplendently vivacious
color; be enamored by the fathomlessly panoramic
gorges of Almighty Lord; even while you were in
drearily subjugated sleep,

The other name of life; is to frolic in the aisles of
rapaciously uncontrollable desire; kiss the most
unprecedented apogees of success; even when you felt
you were being ruthlessly gored by the ferociously
decimating bull,

The other name of life; is to unflinchingly confront
the most venomous juggernaut of the evil; perennially
smiling with the blessings of the Omnipotent divine,

The other name of life; is to metamorphose even the
most ethereal trace of deliriously pernicious
insanity; into an unrelenting tornado of exuberantly
mesmerizing freshness,

The other name of life; is to uninhibitedly philander
under the perpetually blazing rays of the Omniscient
Sun; enlightening every dwelling besieged with
cancerously arcane despair; even though you were
standing beside your veritable shivering grave,

The other name of life; is to symbiotically prosper
arm in arm with every echelon of living kind and
holistic society; melanging every conceivable color
under the Sun; with the religion of unconquerable
humanity,

The other name of life; is to keep perennially
blossoming into a civilization of fructifying
virility; boundless kilometers away from the
tombstones of morbidly decrepit manipulation and
baselessly lugubrious prejudice,

The other name of life; is to assimilate all goodness
that you could fathom from the enchantingly spell
binding atmosphere; ubiquitously sprinkle and bestow
the same upon every entity that you encountered in
your enigmatic way,

The other name of life; is to keep relentlessly
blazing like into a whirlpool of artistically untamed
exoticism; even as avalanches of grumpily sodomizing
politics tried to slander and lethally incarcerate you
from all sides,

The other name of life; is to regally lead each
unfurling moment that unleashed your way to the most
aristocratic limits; and limitlessly ensure the same
to every bereaved organism; who was frantically
struggling to be alive


The other name of life; is to tirelessly spawn like
the poignantly seductive dewdrop; even though it was
well past the heart of gruesomely tyrannizing
midnight,

The other name of life; is to indomitably stand for
the unassailably righteous redolence of Omnipresent
truth; overtopple the monsters of hell; with the sword
of timelessly sacrosanct unity,

The other name of life; is to indefatigably march on
the mission to bond all estranged and disparagingly
staggering mankind; with threads of unbreakably
euphoric and propitiously beautiful camaraderie,

The other name of life; is to soar like a handsomely
unblemished prince through the heavens of bountiful
oneness; blissfully perpetuate the mantra of
iridescent sharing; amongst all cold-bloodedly
dreadful parasites,

The other name of life; is to unstoppably innovate a
civilization of peerless jubilation all the time;
trigger the element of congenital restlessness in your
soul; to harness the most enthrallingly optimum of
even the most frigid bits of lackadaisical space,

The other name of life; is to be a messiah of all
opprobriously decaying living kind; dissipating the
unfathomably majestic energy of your persona; to give
birth to an immortally optimistic tomorrow,

The other name of life; is to take birth an infinite
times again and again and again; for the beloved whom
you had wholesomely dedicated your this life to,

And the other name of life; is to always follow the
inner most voices of your heart; coalesce even the
most diminutive ingredient of your blood with the
spirit of divinely compassionate sensuality; even as
the entire uncouthly monotonous world outside treated
you as the devil’s wife…

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

 

SHE KNEW PRECISELY when her baby would sweat; the things
that perturbed him the most,
While he was profoundly oblivious to his surroundings;
diligently mulling over the sheets of mundane office papers strewn
haphazardly on his desk.


She tossed her baby high in the air; scrupulously catching him in
her arms;
cuddling it with her perennial warmth,
While the moment he caressed it with his barbaric palms;
it started to obstreperously cry.


She pinched her baby dexterously on umpteenth regions of his flesh;
prompting him to inevitably smile,
While he guffawed on the phone with his business partner;
made the child tremble by the impact of his hoarse voice.


She ran waywardly in the spongy grass; trying to chase her baby;
instigating him to utilize his tiny feet,
While he admonished the toddler stringently;
rebuking him for partially dismantling the furniture.


She bathed her baby in a concoction of soft soap and tones of soapy
froth;
afterwards allowing him to randomly roll in the wet mud,
While he stared unrelentingly at the computer with open mouthed
consternation;
slapped the toddler when he noticed the disdainful blemishes that it
had left on the immaculate floor.


She incessantly kept her child in her arms for indefatigable hours
until it slept;
chanting a blend of fairy tale and music to pacify its mind,
While he snatched him savagely from her hands; shoving him
roughly in his cradle;
ordered her to get ready for the ostentatious party.


She bought her baby a battalion of innovative toys;
amusing him by ringing jingling bells in his intricate ear,
While he yelled at her for wasting exorbitant amounts investing in the plastic;
slammed the door behind her back and retired to sleep.


She devoted marathon hours in the day;
endeavoring to teach her baby to coherently speak and write,
While he castigated her;
locked the child in a room; complaining that she didn’t pay
attention to his overwhelming tiredness.


She couldn’t bear the tyranny of staying even a minute away from her child;
keeping him in close proximity 24 hours unleashing in the entire day,
While he would go on tours for fortnights on the trot;
many a times forgetting that he had procreated his sibling.


She had earned no money for herself;
neither was she ambitious for surreal fame;
her proudest possession being her innocuous toddler,
Was tenaciously involved in maintaining the plethora of tasks
circumventing her household;
refraining entirely to confront the monotonous world,
Yet being penurious; she proclaimed herself to be the richest in this world; as she was the perfect mother; what we could define in common parlance as the perfect housewife.



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The perfect male attire

 

Gloves of sensuality; to caress the skin with
unprecedented relish; send shivers of untamed
exhilaration down the spine,

Shoes of invincible victory; marching on the remotest
of land; waving the flag of triumph in flamboyant
spurts of fervor,

A tie blended with flirtatious mischief; used to
blindfold the eyes in wholesome entirety,

A watch of incessant speed; ticking indefatigably
round the clock; in wee hours of the midnight; as well
as in the peak of the brilliantly sunlit day,

A shirt of stupendously woven designs; ruffled
majestically at the collar; to captivate the attention
of every ravishingly wandering damsel,

A necklace of daintily scintillating pearls; extracted
freshly from the oyster; drowning every entity in the
ocean of its profoundly pearly shine,

A pair of astoundingly stitched socks; imparting
compassionate warmth to the feet; enticing every eye
towards the petite leg,

A tantalizing shade of mystical mascara; conjuring
every breathing soul around with the magic in its
enigmatic charm,

A trouser of pure jute; with mesmerizing rings of
denim and golden buttons to engulf the sensuous belly,

Rings of holistic diamond shimmering in tandem on the
finger; painstakingly luring every fairy in the
unfathomable resplendence of its shine,

A perfume of exotic sandalwood shrub; wafting a
supremely seductive aura from the perspiring armpits,

An oil that glistens even under placid rays of the
moon; radiates boisterously in pugnacious daylight,

A belt studded profusely with delectable biscuits of
opalescent silver; granting the visage a terrifically
marvelous shape, keeping the entire demeanor in
perfectly synchronized condition,

Sunglasses embodied with vivid fossil shells;
engendering females to gasp in open mouthed
consternation; metamorphosing the acerbic color of
polluted air into enchanting green,

An oligarchic coat embellished with royally sculptured
beads; standing out incredulously amongst the group
the wild gypsies,

A fountain of redolent rose powder; lingering
voluptuously on the robust cheeks; flooding the nose
with a poignantly tangy freshness,

An overwhelmingly spiffy hairstyle; and each follicle
of the scalp impregnated with rudimentary grass root
oil,

Ornamental cufflinks to bond the sleeves; sometimes an
alluring tool for visitors to sight their own
reflection; admire themselves till timeless eternity,

A grandiloquent pen fitted dexterously to the waist
coat pocket; a symbol of unprecedented sophistication;
and signing a plethora of autographs on every lady's
hands,

Was all that I required to dress in from head to
inconspicuous toe; encompass my body in the most
fascinating clothing that I could ever dream off or
intransigently perceive; infact what I would like to
term succinctly as THE PERFECT MALE ATTIRE…


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