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»The simplest way to please me

 

The simplest way to please a bird; was to place her
lost eggs right in front of her majestic beak,

The simplest way to please a dog; was to give him a
juicy bone embedded with raw strands of salubrious
meat,

The simplest way to please a snake; was to offer your
leg; for it to greedily inject its stream of lethal
venom into,

The simplest way to please a writer; was to provide
him an atmosphere of blissful peace; boundless sheets
of paper and a jeweled pen in his fingers,

The simplest way to please a fisherman; was to give
him a net heavily laden with an amazing fraternity of
fishes,

The simplest way to please a desert; was to inundate
its surface with an ocean of water; a thing it
hungrily absorbed within flash seconds,

The simplest way to please a crying infant; was to
provide him the compassionate warmth of his mother,

The simplest way to please the doctor; was to tell him
that all his patients recovered after taking his
medicines,

The simplest way to please the red ant; was to lay
broken crusts of bread in front of its eyes; which it
painstakingly nibbled till its heart's content,

The simplest way to please the slave; was to tell him
that he was your master instead,

The simplest way to please the peacock; was to keep it
in an ambience with pelting droplets of rain,

The simplest way to please the ominously gleaming
green crocodile; was to sprinkle its vicinity with a
million chunks of meat everyday,

The simplest way to please the farmer; was to make him
witness his fields blossoming with bountiful corn;
each stalk of his treasured grass swaying in rubicund
health with the winds,

The simplest way to please the mind; was to verbally
yield to each of its fanatic fantasy; although you
didn’t actually execute it,

The simplest way to please the cow; was to leave it to
wander in meadows of leafy foliage; engendering it to
enjoy munching its favorite meal till eternity,

The simplest way to please the black cat; was to place
it in a pond of frosty milk; facilitating it to gently
lap at the same and thereby permeate the air around
with its contented snores,

The simplest way to please a shrewd Business tycoon;
was to place the blank checkbook for him to ogle in
front of his eyes,

The simplest way to please a Politician; was to say
that he was the greatest; and his policies had
metamorphosed the earth into a veritable paradise,

The simplest way to please a soldier; was to award him
for his stupendous achievement at war; with
felicitation of the highest degree,

The simplest way to please God; was to diligently
execute all your duties without the slightest of
delinquency; procreate prolifically to continue his
chapters of existence,

And the simplest way to please me; was to keep me with
my beloved every second of the day; see to it that no
power on this earth could ever separate us; and we
remained bonded together for centuries unprecedented…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The sky of unconquerable love

 

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.
 
»The smile on my lips

 

When I smeared my lips entirely with brilliant scarlet
paste,
they looked voluptuous and mesmerizing; but they
produced obnoxious blemishes
on whatever I kissed.

When I applied stringent white chalk powder on the
intricate periphery of my
lips,
They looked comically distorted; enticing innumerable
individuals to bestow
upon me a plethora of frivolous smiles.

When I dipped my lips in an infectiously sweet mixture
of molten jaggery,
They looked tantalizingly intense; with a battalion a
red ant clambering with
euphoric fervor to devour the same.

As I stuck my supple lips to fresh acrylic paint
projecting from the chiseled
wall,
They appeared stitched to each other in a vise like
embrace; depriving me of
the indispensable ability to speak.

When I applied a curry of black pungent mud on my
articulately sculptured
lips,
I resembled a bedraggled ragamuffin on the street;
with pedestrians mistaking
my identity for a homicidal beggar.

When I rubbed my lips in lush green blades of wild
grass,
They acquired a poignantly slimy texture; prompting me
to obstreperously
sneeze.

When I submerged my lips in steaming hot frosty milk,
They developed peels of innocuous milk; and I looked
like an organism having
just taken birth.

When I painted my luscious lips in a concentrated
extract of carbon ink,
The outcome was ludicrously funny; I seemed like a
novice at writing
literature; and the stains were intractably cumbersome
to remove.

When I applied a blend of cement and water to my lips,
They amalgamated together like a solid rock; and it
became virtually
invincibly to separate them.

And eventually when I passionately kissed the lips of
my beloved,
There were thunderous fires igniting frigid arenas of
my persona,
My lips now looked enchanting after marathon hours of
being lackluster, and
for the first time I uninhibitedly smiled.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The sole and most ardent slave

 

There’s just one of the Omnipotent Sun; to timelessly illuminate even the most lugubriously ribald crannies of the earth; blaze a ray of triumphantly unfettered light for times immemorial,

There’s just one of the Vivacious Sky; to perpetually harbor organisms of every caste; creed; color and tribe; with unconquerably ardent compassion in its symbiotically blessed lap,

There’s just one of the Everest Peak; to indomitably transcend over all heinously evil; stand as the lone infallibly undefeated warrior; amidst a boundless Universe of salaciously crippling corruption,

There’s just one of the Iridescent Rainbow; to tirelessly mesmerize countless horrendously beleaguered souls; forever drift even the most infinitesimal of their misery towards the aisles of paradise divine,

There’s just one of the Royal Oyster; to unbelievably enthrall the unceasingly undulating waves of the tangy ocean; never ever let a morbid moment sweep even a transient iota; across its invincible periphery,

There’s just one of the Divinely Dewdrop; to inexhaustibly bless the limitless carpet of emerald green on this fantastically redolent Universe; profoundly reinvigorate every pore of the skin with ecstatically newborn freshness,

There’s just one of the Insuperable Ocean; to unendingly stupefy every tangible and intangible source of life on this ever-pervading planet; ubiquitously disseminate spice and salt into even the most haplessly devastated of breaths,

There’s just one of the Princely Lion; to endlessly rule even the most ethereal corner of the enchanting forest; irrefutably enshroud every open space on ebullient earth with inimitably unparalleled supremacy,

There’s just one of the Omniscient Moon; to unflinchingly enlighten every staggeringly dwindling soul; even in the most diabolically pulverizing of hour; past the coffin of treacherous midnight,

There’s just one of the Virile Seed; to timelessly fructify into a gorge of astoundingly vibrant newness; bless even the most tawdrily decrepit patch of soil on earth; with victoriously Omnipresent life,

There’s just one of the Inscrutable Shadow; to wonderfully placate even the most disastrously frazzled of senses; cast a spell of unbreakable fantasy in every innocuously nimble mind alike,

There’s just one of the Intrepid Fossil; to amazingly depict every conceivable form of life which blissfully thrived; an infinite centuries and moments ago,

There’s just one of the Triumphant Woman; to unassailably evolve the most benign creation of life; sequestering it like an impregnable fortress inside her womb; from every devilish vagary of the parasitic world outside,

There’s just one of the Impudent Bumble Bee; to ooze into unlimited cisterns of mellifluously gifted honey; permeate a heaven of sweetness into even the most venomously cacophonic of life,

There’s just one of the Crimson Rose; to incredulously mollify every fetidly asphyxiated nostril; with the philanthropically unbridled scent of humanity and the Creator Divine,

There’s just one of the Unshakable Conscience; to assimilate every iota of unchallangably priceless truth on the trajectory of this bountiful Universe; perennially treasure the ideals of undefeated righteousness,

There’s just one of the Euphoric Breath; to magnificently perpetuate eternal life into even the most fecklessly obsolete entity without compassion and quintessential life,

There’s just one of the Immortal Heart; to indefatigably unite every tangibly effulgent entity on the belly of the Universe; uninhibitedly ensure that there throbbed blessedly symbiotic life; even after life,

And then there’s just one of Tiny “Me”; to intricately decipher every step that she alighted towards me; to everlastingly comprehend the very essence of her godly breath; to be the most ardent and sole slave of her humanitarian radiations; of the golden sweat that dribbled from her unconquerably celestial feet…

©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The Sole and only voice of my daughter

 

Of course there were billions who called me a blighted coward; not attending corporate office for even one single day in my entire life; eccentrically sequestering myself from the entire Universe; to indefatigably pen priceless poetry,

Of course there were billions who called me an ugly duckling; as virtually every conceivable cranny of my skin; was perniciously maligned with an infinite pigments of murderously cannibalistic blackness,

Of course there were billions who called me obsessively delirious; for seizing upon the most ephemerally non-existent ingredients of the atmosphere; and then inexplicably pursuing the same till the aisles of infinite infinity,

Of course there were billions who called me unceremoniously bohemian; for existing so unabashedly rustically in the heart of the extraordinarily contemporary society; even after receiving the best education of my times,

Of course there were billions who called me flagrantly doomed; for so openly castigating every established norm of the turgidly conventional society; trying to defy the mortuary of robotic shrewdness; with the clouds of immortal love,

Of course there were billions who called me an absolutely dogmatic fool; for expending every bit of my hard earned wealth; to forever unite two jilted lovers horrendously separated due to differences of the currency coin,

Of course there were billions who called me pugnaciously ballistic; as I instantaneously swished the gleaming sword from my scepter; at the tiniest insinuation of danger or gratuitous invasion to my motherland,

Of course there were billions who called me fecklessly truthful loser; as I chose to tread on the path of infallible righteousness laden with a zillion acrimonious thorns; rather than easily galloping on the shortcuts to success; which so copiously inhabited planet earth today,

Of course there were billions who called me cursedly impotent; as I had my very first child several years after marriage; and after a countless visits to every Omnipotent temple; church; monastery and mosque on this boundlessly blessed planet,

Of course there were billions who called me salaciously sinful; as I insuperably believed that perennially unshakable marriage happened the instant both hearts met; and without the tiniest of ceremony or sanctimoniously rigorous tradition,

Of course there were billions who called me bizarrely agnostic; as I didn’t believe in several God’s/Goddesses; but timelessly envisaged the Creator to be undefeatedly one,

Of course there were billions who called me blasphemously unforgivable; as I uninhibitedly philandered with a countless women all my life; profoundly and inevitably attracted to the unlimited fructification of the female kind,

Of course there were billions who called me cadaverously jinxed; as every tangible or intangible project that I undertook in the tenure of my impoverished life; treacherously landed me upside down into the most wretchedly penalizing of my grave,

Of course there were billions who called me deplorably impractical; as every decision of mine taken from the heart found me haplessly begging on the sordidly cold-blooded streets; whilst those with an articulately pragmatic mind; astutely raced forward in the most brilliantly opulent of Mercedes,

Of course there were billions who called me worthlessly artistic; as although I’d sketched an infinite paintings; yet they still lay despicably decaying under the most blazing of Sun; for severely indispensable want of true takers and connoisseurs,

Of course there were billions who called me inveterately feminine; as I unlimitedly desired to cuddle inside the compassionate interiors of my dwelling all night and day; tirelessly fantasizing and altruistically contenting myself to just household chores,

Of course there were billions who called me intolerably eccentric; as every single habit and action of mine led me further and further into the most ominously blackened labyrinths of reclusiveness; being so extraordinarily different from the rest of the world outside,

Of course there were billions who called me an escapist misanthrope; as I shrugged almost every other human on this endlessly burgeoning planet; for still being a slave of commercially diabolical politics; when infact Omnipresent Universe was created; is; and shall forever remain ecstatically free,





And then there was this sole and only voice of my new born daughter amidst all this iconoclastic mayhem; inimitably calling me “Father”; which perpetually bestowed upon me the power to unflinchingly tower over each of one of these billions; which perpetually bestowed upon me the power to outsmart each one of these billions; which perpetually bestowed upon me the power to conquer the venomous devil in each one of these billions…

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The son of my mother

 

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Businessmen; astoundingly manipulating even the most infinitesimal nuances of trade; handsomely seated on the absolute zeniths of corporate victories,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Magicians; possessing the unbelievable ability of transforming even the most tawdrily decrepit piece of junk; into unconquerably glittering gold,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Politicians; dexterously governing the pragmatic lives of countless million people; right at their surreptitiously slippery fingertips,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Warriors; altruistically shedding even the last bone of their spines for the service of their venerated motherland; whilst wholesomely capturing every element of the devil in mind; body and spirit,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Devils; the most despicably hedonistic curmudgeons of insanity; satanically massacring every thing that they encountered in vicinity; without the tiniest reason or rhyme,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Astrologers; amazingly able to portend even the most obfuscated of happenings to unfurl; centuries later than this very vivaciously breathing day; today,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Philosophers; holding boundless organisms in an unimaginably spell-bound stupor; as they indefatigably sermonized the ideals of exhilarating existence and ultimate death,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Gamblers; where an infinite currency coin first slipped from their palms like ecstatically melting; before astutely multiplying itself into fathomless more of its very own kind,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Musicians; timelessly rekindling even the most lugubriously livid parchment of the atmosphere; with victoriously unfettered rhapsody,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Sportsmen; majestically recoining the definition of whichever game that they played; perpetually ensuring their place in the most spectacularly emollient of legend books,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Pioneers; evolving an inexhaustibly fructifying revolution; out of inanely dying wisps of battered nothingness,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Dancers; flexing even the most obsolete crannies of their bodies to myriad colors; shapes and forms; timelessly bewitching the atmosphere of even the most monotonously deadened of night,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Fantasizers; perennially galloping in the full fervor of life in those inscrutably tingling spaces; which were beyond the definitions of infinite infinity,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Swimmers; profoundly enjoying it only when there was the most truculently devastating storm at sea; when waves as ferociously tall as the sky; intransigently whipped them on every part of their naked form,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Street-Smarts; deplorably spitting an ocean of deplorable slang; at even the most non-receptively robotic bits of concrete in the gutter can,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Robbers; wholesomely dumbfounding the law on every conceivable occasion; stupefying millions of true soldiers with the parasitically profane treachery in their glib heels,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Philanderers; flirting with an infinite women at one given moment; almost proclaiming themselves to have given birth to the entire of the limitless living kind,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Devotees; selflessly beheading the most intriguing of their scalps at the feet of the Almighty Lord; at the slightest of innuendo,

Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Wrestlers; indefatigably overpowering every element of perceivable weakness in the Universe; with the sheer and most ardent tenacity of their robustly bulging muscle,

Whilst I introduced myself as a hopelessly devastated and irretrievable loser in every commercial aspect of life; but nevertheless and solely as the “Son” of my unconquerably Omnipotent and eternally compassionate mother….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The Sound of the Heart

 

The sound of barking dogs brought alongwith it;
overwhelming morbidity; a wave of heinous viciousness;
that indefatigably triggered you to explore the
cannibal entrapped in your conscience,

The sound of cascading rain brought alongwith it;
tantalizing spurts of rhapsody; making you
euphorically gallop forward in the scintillating
exuberance of vibrant life,

The sound of the whistling train brought alongwith it;
the untamed spirit of exhilarating adventure; when you
traversed like a king; incessantly embarking upon an
expedition of sparkling newness,

The sound of the falling leaves brought alongwith it;
a nostalgically forlorn feeling of dilapidation; as
you uncontrollably withered in destructive imagery;
regretfully shunning all corridors of optimistic hope
and bountiful cheer,

The sound of the fulminating volcano brought alongwith
it; a tumultuously vindictive wave of malicious
prejudice; as you sizzled in the unremitting heat of
abhorrent war and parasitic vice,

The sound of the melodious nightingale brought
alongwith it; a wind of stupendously everlasting calm;
blissfully soothing the unfathomable mountain of your
bizarrely frazzled senses; with the ointment of
insatiable empathy,

The sound of the winking eyelids brought alongwith it;
ardent fireballs of mischievous flirtation; as you
surreptitiously philandered behind the sun soaked
hills; with the seductively nubile maidens of your
choice,

The sound of the roaring lion brought alongwith it;
unassailably flamboyant domination; as you blazed more
tenaciously than the orange oven of Sun; basking in
the unsurpassable glory of your benign success,

The sound of the chirping sparrow brought alongwith
it; ebulliently ecstatic jubilation; instilling in you
the uninhibited freedom to envelop yourself in fervent
carpets of unending boisterousness,

The sound of the gurgling fountain brought alongwith
it; harmoniously symbiotic prosperity; which
unequivocally taught you to embrace all tribes
irrespective of religion; caste; creed; in synergistic
unison; and alike,

The sound of the majestic eagle brought alongwith it;
unprecedented puffs of enthrallment; a perennial
desire in you to royally soar through the golden
entrenchment of clouds; breathed in the mists of
desire for times immemorial,

The sound of marching soldiers brought alongwith it;
cloudbursts of irrefutably glorious patriotism; an
intrinsically overpowering sensation in your persona;
to unflinchingly fight for your sacrosanct motherland,

The sound of ticking clock brought alongwith it; a
fathomless civilization of endless meticulousness;
impregnating in you the sagacious pragmatism; to
diligently execute all your duties of the
enigmatically unveiling day,

The sound of the unruly crow brought alongwith it; an
unrelenting ocean of mortifying disgrace; as you felt
like abnegating every iota of charisma and glorious
charm; forever from the innermost recesses of your
impoverished demeanor,

The sound of the reverberating lightening brought
alongwith it; perpetually augmenting and magnetic
excitement; as you felt the inferno of titillating
yearning rise like new born infant; bubbling like
white fire through every ingredient of your crimson
blood,

The sound of singing children brought alongwith it;
impeccably satiny righteousness; profoundly
incinerating in you the immaculate light of timeless
innocence; to be alive as the ultimate harbinger of
benign humanity,

The sound of indolent pigs brought alongwith it;
fading horizons of languidly decaying and capricious
nothingness; as a arrow of wastrel insignificance
perpetuated you from all sides; inevitably drawing
each bone of your dreary countenance; towards a world
of sleep and stinkingly greasy dirt,

The sound of passionate breath brought alongwith it;
an unconquerable dawn of resplendently proliferating
evolution; triggering in you the most priceless desire
to live; and astoundingly procreate boundless more of
your own holistic kind,

And the sound of thunderous heartbeats brought
alongwith it; an immortally everlasting sky of
glistening love; which not only encapsulated you; but
the entire living kind; in irrefutably invincible
threads of ever-pervading humanity….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The spearhead of love

 

As much as it overwhelmingly separates,
It bonds you immortally beyond the most passionate
realms of your enchanting imagination….

As much as it rises like a fulminating volcano;
infinite kilometers above the clouds,
It uninhibitedly embraces even the most impoverished
of entity; enlightening the gloomy corridors of
desperation with its glorious festoon of optimistic
rays…

As much as it pacifies like white ice; to the most
ultimate of the hearts content,
It ignites untamed infernos of turbulent desire;
metamorphosing pathetically dwindling souls; into
entities with an infinite lives…

As much as it absorbs the overwhelmingly poignant
emotion lingering in the atmosphere,
It disseminates the spirit of friendship;
indefatigably all across the surface of this
fathomless planet…

As much as it strikes inexplicably like torrential
downpours of vivacious lava,
It promises you a life more blissful than the divine;
fortifying its foundations of benevolent humanity
astoundingly by the unveiling minute…

As much as it makes room for every conceivable fantasy
to circulate intriguingly in the mind,
It harnesses your every goal into a perpetual reality;
catapulting you to the most astronomical summit of
scintillating success…

As much as it perseveres unrelentingly all night and
each instant of the uncouthly sweltering day,
It transits you into a land of stupendous care and
empathy; a paradise where you experience the most
enthralling ingredients of a complete life…

As much as it tantalizes the most pragmatic beyond the
dormitories of sagacious control,
It makes you believe in every step you take;
propelling you to intrepidly defend the unsurpassable
battalion of obstacles that confronted you;
insidiously in your way….

As much as it bequeaths upon you a tenacity of having
wholesomely led countless lives,
It takes you back to the first cry of your infantile
life; making you bounce rhapsodically in the
sacrosanct lap of your mother…

And as much as it melts you in the enigmatic trail of
profusely charismatic seduction,
It unites you with every tangible and intangible
element on this gigantic earth; granting you the
ultimate status of being addressed as a human;
granting you the right to love; to being loved; and
being possessed by it; THE SPEARHEAD OF LOVE…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The speed of life

 

I wanted the speed of life to be like swashbuckling
blades of the ceiling
fan,
When I was bustling with euphoric fervor; in the prime
of youth.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the withered
leaves of autumn,
When I was imprisoned in desolation; with traces of
the world far away from my
silhouette.

I wanted the speed of life to be like slowly dribbling
honey,
When I felt secret avenues of energy fading; and my
feet felt drearily
exhausted.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the mesmerizing
and eloquent cuckoo,
When I brusquely got up from sleep; at the outbreak of
evanescent dawn.

I wanted the speed of life to be like slithering
reptiles traversing through
bushy outgrowths of the jungle,
When I was intensely engrossed in artistry and
captivating romance.

I wanted the speed of life to be like hostile blood
leaking in fury; from
fresh wounds,
When I felt my persona submerged in pools of
belligerence; my fists clenched
and clusters of my teeth grimaced like a formidable
fortress.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the
transparently reflecting mirror,
When I felt circumspect to confront loads of
tumultuous sorrow.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the
garrulous tongue,
When I felt like incessantly chattering; disrupting
the synchrony of stillness
with my voice.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the turbulently
flowing Ganges,
When I contemplated on dipping my demeanor into Luke
warm water; and having a
bath.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the plummeting
showers of torrential
rain,
When I set out to conquer the world barefoot; basking
in the spirit of
adventure.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the majestically
gliding eagle in the
sky,
When I envisaged about the harmony of thought; the
blissful symmetry of
existence.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the shrill
ringing of the telephone,
When I nostalgically reminisced the conversations I
had with my beloved on
telephone.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the
painstakingly trespassing desert
camel,
When I was on the threshold of succumbing life; and I
had relinquished the
tenacity of youth.

I wanted the speed of life to be like the brilliantly
burning bulb,
When I was on the course of reaching stupendous
echelons of invincible
stardom.

And I wanted all speeds of life to be transferred to
my fellow beings in acute
distress,
The moment I left for my heavenly abode; to rest
perennially in celestial arms
of the creator.


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»The sun of love was ours

 

The silence was solely hers; inscrutably lingering in
her mesmerizing eyes,

The charisma was solely hers; uninhibitedly dribbling
from each of her compassionately divine senses,

The vivaciousness was solely hers; as she bounced like
a princess in the aisles of unprecedented yearning and
tantalizing desire,

The enigma was solely hers; enshrouding each of her
intriguingly voluptuous eyelashes; like golden rain
pelting down from the skies,

But the chapter of eternal romance was ours; as we
bonded our palms together; unflinchingly rising to
each blissful occasion of life; with our souls
perennially entwined….



The glory was solely hers; as she frolicked like a
queen of unparalleled hearts through the seductively
shimmering meadows of longing,

The charm was solely hers; embellishing each cranny of
her stupendously majestic skin; with magnificently
royal enthrallment,

The fragrance was solely hers; as she diffused the
irrefutable scent of humanity; on each oligarchic step
that she tread,

The intrigue was solely hers; as she blossomed into a
gorgeously brilliant pearl of sunshine; even in the
heart of the murderously treacherous night,

But the perpetually unconquerable understanding was
ours; immortalizing the essence of everlastingly
flaming existence…



The smile was solely hers; as she titillated every
object in tangible and intangible vicinity; with the
tinkling melody in her vibrantly harmonious throat,

The innovation was solely hers; as she evolved a
fabulously fantastic web of mysterious clairvoyance;
with the profuse bewilderment in the whites of her
impeccable eyes,

The beauty was solely hers; when she gyrated like an
ultimate seductress under the marvelously innocuous
moonlight; as the enamoring majesty of the night took
complete control,

The fire was solely hers; as the untamed passion in
her tumultuously vibrant breath; instilled new life in
the most stinkingly dead,

But the mountain of invincibly unshaken belonging was
ours; as we trespassed intrepidly past;
cataclysmically hideous storms and enlightenment;
alike….




The honesty was solely hers; as she massacred even the
most miserly trace of evil; with the emphatically
candid solidarity in her delectable conscience,

The tranquillity was solely hers; as she pacified the
most traumatically agonized of my nerves; with the
Omnipotent melody in her integrally rhapsodic sound,

The grace was solely hers; as every contour of her
heavenly visage; resonated with the immaculately
perfect scent of life,

The empathy was solely hers; as she diffused an
unsurpassably indefatigable ocean of compassion;
embracing all those devastatingly deprived; in the
religion of ubiquitous humanity,

But the immortal Sun of love was ours; as we bonded
insatiably together for infinite more births to come;
proliferating countless of our very own kind….





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