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»The Scientist

 

Blue lotions of liquid bubbled in gas flames,
Large quantity of acid lay still in crucibles of hard plastic,
Molecules of sweet sugar were scattered on the floor,
Silky webs of spider clung to steep corners of the roof,
Group of white mice ran helter-skelter at the tiniest insinuations of heavy footsteps,
Warm rays of the Sun shone through the window pane,
Silver mercury outlines looked enchanting in spiral testubes,
Finely crushed rock samples were stored in transparent carboys,
Gold rimmed half glass caressed his triangular nose,
The Scientist was in a spell of intense concentration
With bulky sheets of printed paper buried under his chin.


Innovative ideas shot through meticulous chambers of his mind,
Scented sweat dripped from infinite pores of his body,
Square fingers with uncut nails worked in passionate fury,
Blending a variety of volatile liquid,
Melting wax paper with brittle chunks of chrome metal,
Coating charred stone with aromatic spirit,
He had several inventions to his credit,
But this one was straight from the top drawers of his brain,
As he smeared a long slender broomstick,
With a queer smelling ointment made from bird feather and ostrich egg,
The dead broomstick displayed first signs of newly found life,
Rose a few inches from the concrete floor,
Whistled past the open window glass,
High up in the clear blue sky with rollicking bursts of pumped speed.
 
»The sea of love

 

When I was drowning in a sea of grease; I felt
severely asphyxiated,
Indispensable breath seemed to be relinquishing my
body fast; I also felt the
unbearable stench inundate my nose.

When I was drowning in a sea of blood; I felt a
sickening feeling strangulate
my intestines,
There was a deathly red color that camouflaged my
vision in entirety; and the
desire to live now seemed to be dwindling in my
persona.

When I was drowning in a sea of fuming acid; umpteenth
pores on my skin got
horrendously charred,
I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer; the heat
finally overpowered me
choking my breath.

When I was drowning in a sea of silvery sand; clogged
balls of mud stuck
intransigently to my silhouette,
The colossal burden of soil seemed preposterously
bulky to bear; and I
emancipated breath with loud sighs and groans.

When I was drowning in a sea of red wine; I initially
relished the aroma and
ravishing taste,
However as minutes unleashed themselves rapidly; the
same elixir became a
profound nuisance; and I succumbed disparagingly.

When I was drowning in a sea of obnoxious petrol; the
gasoline left me
helpless with a piquant feeling,
I prayed to the creator for granting me reprieve from
my plethora of misdeeds;
but in the end halted my cells from functioning after
entering rampantly in my
body.

When I was drowning in a sea of pressurized gas; the
vapors initially made me
dreary,
Painstakingly catapulted my demeanor to heights of
complete unconsciousness;
and leading to ghastly death.

When I was drowning in a sea of white electricity; a
battalion of insidious
sparks caressed me with vindication,
I got instantly electrocuted; and didn’t even have the
time to reminisce my
past.

When I was drowning in a sea of hatred blended
profusely with corruption;
nefarious deeds of the society plundering heavily on
my conscience,
I forcefully closed my breath refraining to live any
further; although the
world did give me a slim chance.

And eventually when I was drowning in a sea of love;
her eyelashes tickling my
forehead,
The incense of her love igniting undiscovered passion
in my body; I lived; and
not only did I live; I now dictated and preached the
same to all I encountered
in the tenure of my life.


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

 

The Sun might inundate every cranny of this
boundlessly mesmerizing Universe; with fireballs of
its blazingly optimistic light; sizzling in the
corridors of untamed glory for centuries immemorial,
But it was the rays of Omnipotent hope that poignantly
diffused from your eyes; which metamorphosed me from a
bundle of orphaned hopelessness; to the most opulently
philanthropic man alive….

The flower might perpetuate every iota of this
fathomlessly enchanting Universe; with its
ingratiatingly voluptuous scent; triggering waves of
rhapsody in the lives of those submerged with horrific
despair,
But it was the insatiably marvelous fragrance that
uninhibitedly disseminated from your visage; which
made me rise from the inconspicuously ghastly ashes;
making me impregnably feel that I was blissfully
alive….

The mountains might formidably defend every organism
on this majestically endless Universe; with the
unbelievably Herculean strength in their towering
arms,
But it was the overwhelmingly unsurpassable fortitude
in your vibrant voice; which engendered me to
irrefutably conquer every benign mission; in the
tenure of my disastrously impoverished life….

The oceans might boundlessly pacify the thirst of one
and all on this exotically gigantic Universe; with the
ebulliently tangy water undulating in their timeless
bellies,
But it was the unfathomable reservoir of golden sweat
that profusely dribbled from your divinely skin; which
landed me in waves of supremely celestial contentment;
miraculously uplifted me from dungeons of malicious
depravation and ominously vicious boredom…….

The forests might incomprehensibly deluge every wind
on this royally resplendent Universe; with the
never-ending mysticism in their; enigmatically
swirling persona,
But it was the ravishingly untamed charisma that
piquantly unraveled each time you swished your
tantalizing hair; which made me romanticize in the
aisles of unprecedented desire; for infinite more
births of mine; yet to unveil….

The breeze might fantastically envelop every portion
of this gorgeously titillating Universe; with
magically augmenting exuberance; trapped in even the
most minuscule element of its gusty swirl,
But it was the air that gloriously fulminated from
your sacrosanct nostrils; which bequeathed upon me the
perennial tenacity to exist beyond my times;
wonderfully bestowing upon me my ultimate status in;
scintillating life….

The bees might beautifully sprinkle every space on
this ubiquitously flowering Universe; with
insurmountable waterfalls of melodiously appeasing
honey,
But it was the heavenly sweetness in your Omnisciently
harmonious voice; which granted me the most
symbiotically bountiful endowment in my indigently
stumbling life; made an invincible winner in every
benevolent conquest of survival….

The robust fruits of Nature might tangily enshroud
every trajectory on this magnificently euphoric
Universe; with an ardor to ebulliently transcend over
all despicable hunger and bizarre starvation,
But it was the Omnipresent philosophies of your
impeccably glowing soul; which were the eternally
placating food; for my lecherously monotonous and
satanically rugged life….

And the heavens might endow every tangible and
intangible atom on this alluringly embellished
Universe; with vivacious spurts of boisterously
charming life,
But it was the seeds of love in your immortally
throbbing heart; which propelled me to proliferate
countless more of my kind; be reborn again and again
and again; every time the earth spawned out of
obfuscated oblivion; to serve all humanity and living;
delightfully alike…


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

 

The shadow of the palm was inevitably and of course once again; another bountifully humanitarian and innocuous palm. This shadow was unbelievably Herculean; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated.

The shadow of the eyelid was inevitably and of course once again; another mischievously fluttering and blessed eyelid. This shadow was unbelievably Herculean; unbelievably stretched; and indefinably elongated.

The shadow of the ear was inevitably and of course once again; another astoundingly sensitive and immaculate ear. This shadow was unbelievably Herculean; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated.

The shadow of the lip was inevitably and of course once again; another poignantly beautiful and gorgeous lip. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated.

The shadow of the leg was inevitably and of course once again; another intrepidly exhilarating and galloping leg. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated.

The shadow of the cheek was inevitably and of course once again; another robustly ecstatic and blushing cheek. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated.

The shadow of the neck was inevitably and of course once again another symbiotically maneuvering and nubile neck. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the shoulder was inevitably and of course once again another philanthropically altruistic and unflinching shoulder. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the belly was inevitably and of course once again another sensuously tantalizing and virile belly. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the scalp was inevitably and of course once again another indefatigably fantasizing and royal scalp. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the nail was inevitably and of course once again another irascibly scratching and unabashed nail. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the chest was inevitably and of course once again another bounteously sculptured and titillating chest. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the tooth was inevitably and of course once again another jubilantly fortified and obdurate tooth. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the spine was inevitably and of course once again another voluptuously tingling and reverberating spine. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the hip was inevitably and of course once again another impeccably spongy and cushioned hip. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the bone was inevitably and of course once again another impregnably fearless and tenacious bone. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the Adams apple was inevitably and of course once again another triumphantly dancing and sprightly Adams apple. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

The shadow of the nostril was inevitably and of course once again another fierily passionate and indispensable nostril. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated.

Whilst the shadow of the heart was in no way and once again the passionately palpitating heart. Infact it was; is and forever would be the most Omnipotent shadow culminating on this fathomless earth; known and chanted an infinite times by one and all dead and alive; as the ultimate “SIGNATURE OF IMMORTAL LOVE” …..

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The signature of love

 

The signature of the unfathomably poignant and wonderfully scarlet
rose;
was profusely coated with pricelessly heavenly scent,

The signature of the vivaciously foaming and ecstatically swirling
ocean;
was piquantly coated with spell-bindingly rejuvenating salt,

The signature of the overwhelmingly sprightly and vividly striped
zebra; was
fantastically coated with unsurpassably untamed exuberance,

The signature of the majestically proliferating and timelessly endowing
soil; was bountifully coated with unconquerably inimitable divinity,

The signature of the capriciously infidel and venomously slavering
scorpion;
was egregiously coated with brutally sadistic abhorrence,

The signature of the tantalizingly beautiful and voluptuously
mollifying
dewdrop; was profoundly coated with limitlessly blessing sensuousness,

The signature of the unbelievably titillating and handsomely crimson
clouds;
was gloriously coated with magnificently iridescent enchantment,

The signature of the lecherously delinquent and laggardly salacious
parasite; was invidiously coated with surreptitiously unceremonious
cowardice,

The signature of the ghoulishly morbid and remorsefully lamenting
ghost; was
disastrously coated with vindictively feckless malice,

The signature of the indefatigably ticking and irrefutably infallible
clock;
was perspicaciously coated with blissfully commendable punctuality,

The signature of the lackadaisically pot-bellied and turgidly rolling
tortoise; was pathetically coated with nonchalantly wanton laziness,

The signature of the Omnipotently blazing and unassailably amber Sun;
was
peerlessly coated with unshakably eternal victory,

The signature of ubiquitously crimson and altruistically cascading
blood;
was undauntedly coated with harmoniously egalitarian humanity,

The signature of the resplendently immaculate and everlastingly
optimistic
Moon; was innocuously coated with pristinely pearly milk,

The signature of the uncannily adventurous and timelessly old fossil;
was
magnetically coated with inexplicably exhilarating mystery,

The signature of the grotesquely funny and ludicrously bouncing clown;
was
euphorically coated with endlessly uproarious laughter,

The signature of the indomitably towering and compassionately
sequestering
mountain; was eternally coated with selflessly triumphant strength,

The signature of the blissfully untainted and celestially princely
pearl;
was tirelessly coated with royally burgeoning prosperity,

The signature of the rhapsodically effulgent and ingeniously crafted
new-born brain; was spectacularly coated with holistically innovative
evolution,

The signature of the demeaningly blind and hideously crooked bat; was
bizarrely coated with perniciously sinister betrayal,

The signature of the unfathomably hollow and thunderously reverberating
gorge; was ingratiatingly coated with tremendously unlimited mysticism,

The signature of the ferociously roaring and unnervingly sauntering
lion;
was irrevocably coated with boundlessly unfettered superiority,

The signature of the effusively vibrant and eclectically artistic eye;
was
obeisantly coated with convivially heart-rendering empathy,

The signature of unprecedentedly delirious and intransigently
destructive
mania; was barbarously coated with unsparingly asphyxiating depression,

The signature of the blazingly truthful and relentlessly marching
warrior;
was marvelously coated with magically Spartan fearlessness,

The signature of unconquerably unique and blessedly devout
righteousness;
was perpetually coated with fathomlessly endowing paradise,

The signature of uncouthly sweltering and miserably scorching desert;
was
acridly coated with raunchily pulverizing ruthlessness,

And the signature of immortally insuperable and royally emollient love;
was
forever and ever and ever coated with amazingly sprouting life…


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

 

A silence. Which torturously maimed every filament of effulgently blissful imagination. Which ensured that there could exist no more spell-binding fantasy; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which was dreaded even by the greatest of humanitarian saints. Which was the most ghastily penalizing meditation into the corpses of atrociously diabolical hell; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which was the most meaninglessly amorphous form of tawdrily asphyxiating emptiness. Which wholeheartedly invited only the salaciously plundering devil; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which was the most indescribably jinxed shit of lies. Which was swarmed with nothing else but irreparably hedonistic disease; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which doomed the most holistically prosperous of civilizations into satanic dust. Which hadn’t the tiniest integrity of its own; being molested and indiscriminately marauded by an infinite devils; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which put a parasitic full stop to every ingredient of perennial love burgeoning in the atmosphere. Which miserably stifled even the most infinitesimal of desire in its very roots; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which was ubiquitously loathed by one and all on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe. Which wafted a sacrilegious stench of everything horrendously burnt on this boundless earth; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which perpetuated only an indefinable number of people to hysterically cry. Which hideously evaporated every globule of inimitably priceless sensuality into an oblivion of lugubrious dread; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which was more callously disheartening than chewing the most obdurately emotionless cliffs of steel. Which irrefutably proved that the whole world was nothing else but a penuriously disappearing horizon; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which was the most unforgivably perverted form of sin on mystical earth. Which inevitably dissolved into an infinite pools of fetidly venomous helplessness; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which solely led to the graveyards of preposterously impoverished deliriousness. Which permeated a vindictive gloom of sadism into every innocent heart existing; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which ironically transcended all definitions of inhuman torture. Which forlornly rendered even the most iridescently euphoric aspect of existence as treacherously insane nothingness; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which incarcerated every organism existing on planet divine with a gloom of inexplicably appalling despair. Which had not even the most evanescent of rejuvenating awakening; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which was the most derogatorily slandering parasite on this invincible earth. Which gruesomely blinded every eternal thought process into the gorge of ominous hopelessness; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which tyrannically devastated every tangible trace of virility into a ludicrously impotent ghost. Which perpetually loitered in the deplorable mortuaries of feckless uncertainty; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which was more blacker than the most perilously cursed shades of midnight. Which deliberately debilitated each ounce of compassionate fortitude in the atmosphere to a skeleton of acrid betrayal; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which was nothing but a worthlessly stinking carrion for the vultures of hatred to pillage. Which deplorably castrated every ounce of handsome energy into the gallows of extinction; forever and ever and ever.

A silence. Which led neither to the past; present or immediately optimistic future. Which was wholesomely and wretchedly circumscribed by solely the very last breath of emollient life; forever and ever and ever.

Such was the silence of inconsolably gory and unstoppably lambasting death…

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

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