If you asked me how tall was it; I would perhaps
miserably stutter; faltering an umpteenth number of
times; before I could even emanate an inconspicuous
whisper,
If you asked me how vivacious was it; I would perhaps
stumble like ninepins on obdurate ground; ludicrously
bedazzled by that extra tinge of somberly radiant
light,
If you asked me how fragrant was it; I would perhaps
have to frantically rummage through the records of a
several thousand years; and yet eventually find myself
enshrouded by dungeons of inexplicably horrendous
blackness,
If you asked me how boisterous was it; I would perhaps
have to furiously contemplate for hours immemorial;
laboriously delving into the most inscrutably esoteric
realms of my beleaguered mind,
If you asked me how piquant was it; I would perhaps
gasp for fresh air literally relinquishing the last
breath of my life; maniacally ripping apart my hair
for an answer; that simply wasn’t to be,
If you asked me how charismatic was it; I would
perhaps nonchalantly stare into disgusting space for
countless more births of mine; worthlessly dithering
towards a horizon that irrefutably didn’t have any
end,
If you asked me how conspicuous was it; I would
perhaps grope wildly in an entrenchment of insane
dreariness; wholesomely obfuscated for direction in
the island of diabolical hell,
If you asked me how harmonious was it; I would perhaps
incoherently dither on the footsteps of utter
devastation; lunatically running a marathon in the
ungainly wild; that would never end,
If you asked me how formidable was it; I would perhaps
commence to miserably slither on the ghastly ground;
ghastily metamorphosing every dream of my blissfully
ravishing sleep; into a perpetually gory nightmare,
If you asked me how phlegmatic was it; I would perhaps
excoriate all my hair apart in bizarre frustration;
lambasting my scalp till eternity; in quest of the
most sagacious of answer,
If you asked me how vivacious was it; I would perhaps
pathetically stagger towards obsolete wisps of
lackadaisical nothingness; eventually landing into the
menacing gutters of horrific starvation,
If you asked me how immaculate was it; I would perhaps
nervously flutter under the morbidly sullen carpet of
the penalizing night; almost getting mercilessly
straddled in the graves of tyrannical discomfort,
If you asked me how redolent was it; I would perhaps
insipidly crumble into a dustbin of infinitesimal ash;
preposterously disappearing into oblivion; in trying
to salvage for the most veritable of solutions,
If you asked me how fast was it; I would perhaps
abhorrently drift my neck in boundless directions; in
the end collapsing like a pack of soggy cards; to
coalesce with maliciously vindictive soil,
If you asked me how turbulent was it; I would perhaps
gnaw even the last strand of my nails in utter
nonchalance; stare like an imperturbable idiot into
the hostile depths of the unending well,
If you asked me how melodious was it; I would perhaps
blast every sanctimonious sound in my throat to
juxtapose with meaningless infinity; lecherously
sinking deeper and deeper into cold blooded earth,
If you asked me how rhetoric was it; I would perhaps
lugubriously slip even on the most formidably handsome
of grounds; profusely bleeding in exasperated
confusion even in the most brilliantly bestowing of
sunlight,
If you asked me how euphoric was it; I would perhaps
unsteadily waver in absolutely despondent submission;
trouncing every shade of overwhelming jubilation with
despicable doom,
But if you asked me to execute it; then I would
unequivocally unite the entire planet in its
stupendously compassionate threads of priceless
humanity; for it was none other than the garland of
spell binding creation; the sky of UNCONQUERABLE
LOVE….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
