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»The Fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying love

 

A one to one with her majestically emphatic eyes; and I felt as if
dancing
in the aisles of pristinely burgeoning paradise; for an infinite more
births
of mine,

A one to one with her lusciously redolent lips; and I felt as if
uninhibited
exhilaration couldn’t have been ever better; with my desire to survive
now
more insuperably profound; than the entire wave of existence on this
fathomless planet,

A one to one with her impeccably royal conscience; and I felt as if
there
was the Sun of Omnipotent truth; on even the most infinitesimally
fugitive
cranny of this colossal Universe,

A one to one with her magically resplendent palms; and I felt as if I
was
united in the cosmos of everlasting humanity for times immemorial; as
if I
was destined to forever bond with every conceivable fraternity of
mankind,

A one to one with her robustly effulgent cheeks; and I felt as if
timelessly
singing in the caverns of immaculately unadulterated childhood;
wonderfully
assimilating every ounce of heavenly mischief from the spell-binding
atmosphere,

A one to one with her iridescently twinkling feet; and I felt as if
unlimitedly fantasizing in the raindrops of untamed sensuality; with
life
seeming to be the ultimate dance of enriching optimism,

A one to one with her flirtatiously winking eyelashes; and I felt as if
revived from countless feet beneath my cadaverously morbid grave; with
every
quintessential life as fresh as vividly poignant ocean salt,

A one to one with her euphorically passionate veins; and I felt as if
the
most emolliently empathizing organism on this boundless earth;
invincibly
coalescing with every celestial stream of living kind,

A one to one with her ravishingly cascading hair; and I felt every
ounce of
excitement on earth and endless kilometers beyond; had thunderously
descended down in glorious unison; upon the treacherously emaciated
pores of
my dying skin,

A one to one with her tantalizingly exotic belly; and I felt as if the
unsurpassably enchanting fabric of seductive night had blessedly
arrived;
even as acrimoniously blistering rays of the Sun stabbed me in the
whites
and blacks of my eyes,

A one to one with her mellifluously endowing voice; and I felt as if
the
most unprecedentedly ebullient epitomes of mesmerizing paradise;
blissfully
enshrouded me from every construable side,

A one to one with her miraculously benevolent shadow; and I felt as if
I had
been wholesomely absolved of even the tiniest of my sins in past and
present
life; unassailably wrapped in the belly of unflinching compassion for
centuries unfathomable,

A one to one with her artistically eclectic fingers; and I felt as if
the
mantra of “United We Stand”; was the only sermon to panoramically
survive
for a countless births beyond my truncated time,

A one to one with her endlessly subliming camaraderie; and I felt as if
the
power of gregariously bonding oneness; was an ardor greater than the
greatest of wealth on this inexhaustibly charming globe,

A one to one with her fantastically evolving brain; and I felt as if
perennially priceless life spawned out of bizarrely tawdry nothingness;
jubilantly embellishing every cranny of the lackadaisically corrupt
world;
with the fragrance of triumphant fantasy,

A one to one with her gloriously golden sweat; and I felt as if the
essence
of unconquerable honesty; timelessly transcended over even the most
infidel
whisker of the devil; frivolously transgressing venerated mother soil,

A one to one with her Omnipresently godly soul; and I felt as if
holistically consecrated by the winds of divine disarmament; with every
trace of haplessly deteriorating terrorism; forever and ever and ever
evaporating into the coffins of hell,

A one to one with her melodiously sweet nape; and I felt as if
rainshowers
of torrential virility erupted from even the most deadened pores of my
skin;
as I unstoppably surged forward to continue the Lord’s sacrosanct
chapters
of procreation,

A one to one with her unbelievably exultating bosom; and I felt as if
my
body was nothing but a gorge of endlessly augmenting desire;
harmoniously
placated by virgin milk in the kingly atmosphere,

A one to one with her victoriously fiery breath; and I felt as if the
unshakably intrepid elixir of life could never ever end; with even the
most
disastrously penalizing trauma on this planet; wonderfully
metamorphosing
into a cloud of revitalizing happiness,

And a one to one with her immortally throbbing heartbeats; and I felt
as I
was born to do nothing; to say nothing; to dream nothing; to spawn
nothing;
but just the fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying love; love and only
beautiful love…

©copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The gentle giant

 

They poured buckets of icy water over him,
drenched his body with steaming hot soup curry,
added pinches of sea salt on his lips,
tickled his eardrum with feckless strokes of bird
feather,
left an army of red ant on his body to wander,
tonsured his scalp of thick curls of hair,
pushed and probed his flesh with red hot pokers of
wood,
ignited a plethora of wax candle on his chest,
fed hollow regions of his eardrum with a cluster of
stinging jungle mosquito,
lambasted him brutal strokes of the snake leather
whip,
shouted at deafening voices, beating hands in despair
on his flabby chest,
as the unscrupulous giant slept in tranquil peace,
unperturbed by the thunderous commotion stabbing
umpteenth parts of his body.

He had been cast a spell by the goddess of sleep,
To lie dormant for centuries till he existed,
Unfazed by all power on earth,
There was not a soul who could wake him up from sleep.

That’s when they executed the following on sudden
impulse,
they laid a drum of cooked sweets beside him,
Appetizing fruit juice filled in transparent jars,
Cooked morsels of fish and rice at his feet,
Round pancakes with frosty butter sandwiched in his
hands,
they poured a river of pure honey on his belly,
Placed an ornate plate of sizzling turkey caressing
his demon lips.

The metamorphosis that occurred placed us in enigma,
Torrential snores of the giant were now being
disrupted,
The heavenly aroma of food had thoroughly tickled
Cupid zones of his
heart,
The smell of boiled toffee exploited his penchant for
sweets,
He flinched a couple of times before regaining
wholesome consciousness,
And when he stood upright, it was an astounding sight
for one to witness,
He stood 100 feet tall, with a long hair cascading
down his nape,
The GENTLE GIANT now ate the food with gusto,
Devouring occasionally mouthfuls of juice,
Quenching his thirst for the agonizing period of
sleep.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The girl whom I called my beloved

 

The blood which flowed incessantly through my body;
was that of my revered mother,
While the entity who propelled it to circulate more
passionately than flamboyant sunshine; was the girl
whom I called my beloved…

The color that profusely engulfed my rubicund lips;
was that of my loving mother,
While the entity who triggered it to blossom into a
festoon of gregarious smiles; was the girl whom I
called my beloved…

The bones impregnated bountifully in my supple body;
were that of my sacrosanct mother,
While the entity who engendered them to audaciously
confront the most acrimonious expeditions of life; was
the girl whom I called my beloved….

The brain encapsulated blissfully beneath my skull;
was that of my divinely mother,
While the entity who punctuated it to perceive beyond
the most unfathomable limits; was the girl whom I
called my beloved…

The contours of my intricately molded persona; were
that of my heavenly mother,
While the entity who embedded in them poignant traces
of vivacious boisterousness; was the girl whom I
called my beloved…

The shades of my fabulously glistening eyes; were that
of my irrefutably celestial mother,
While the entity who perpetuated them to discriminate
between the prudently good and diabolically bad; was
the girl whom I called my beloved…

The conglomerate of articulate fingers on my hands;
were that of my adorable mother,
While the entity who instigated them to evolve the
most ingratiating verse in this world; was the girl
whom I called my beloved…

The voluptuously soft palms protruding from my
skeleton; were that of my stupendously amicable
mother,
While the entity who harnessed each stage of my
destiny to unfurl; was the girl whom I called my
beloved….

The breath that lingered with unsurpassable equanimity
in my nostrils; was that of my Omnipotent mother,
While the entity who caused it to cascade with
exuberantly ecstatic compassion; was the girl whom I
called my beloved….

And the heart that lay invincibly incarcerated beneath
my chest; was that of my immortally cherishable
mother,
While the entity who facilitated it to ardently
palpitate all night and day; commence on a whole new
chapter of love with each of its beat; was the girl
whom I called my beloved….



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

 

At times no concessions; even when you stop the
desperately strangulated teenager; from committing
heinously unforgivable suicide,

At times no concessions; even when you unflinchingly
break the backbone of disparagingly coldblooded crime;
metamorphosing every bit of terrorizing loneliness
into the aisles of triumphantly resplendent freedom,

At times no concessions; even when you stand like
invincible fortress to sequester the miserably
bereaved widow; from lasciviously scurrilous gestures
of the conventionally ostracizing society,

At times no concessions; even when you wholeheartedly
embrace the disastrously orphaned urchin;
compassionately nourishing him with every ingredient
of your scarlet blood; while the world outside
brutally lambasted at gay abandon,

At times no concessions; even when you exhausted even
the most infinitesimal iota of your jubilant
happiness; to regally replenish the lives of all those
savagely breathing under the sordidly treacherous
gutter pipes,

At times no concessions; even when you irrefutably
supported the cause of eternally sparkling truth; with
every step that you tread; ruthlessly excoriating your
flesh like a billion macabre thorns,

At times no concessions; even when you altruistically
sacrifice your very own profoundly loved ones; for the
sake of liberating your timelessly fragrant and
revered motherland,

At times no concessions; even when you desecrate evil
from its very non-existent roots; celestially
disseminate the essence of eternally symbiotic
humanity,

At times no concessions; even when you enlighten
unconquerable lamps of ebullient hope; in all those
dwellings incarcerated within chains of mordantly
disparaging despair,

At times no concessions; even when you selflessly
shatter every conceivable bone of your intrepid body;
to save the innocuous infant from perniciously
insidious drowning,

At times no concessions; even when you benevolently
donate every penny of your hard earned wealth; just to
see the most pricelessly unassailable smile; on the
miserably chapped lips of the disheveled beggar boy,

At times no concessions; even when you treacherously
bleed to extinction; in the process of becoming the
voice of the tyrannically divested; indefatigably
fighting for their cause till your last breath,

At times no concessions; even when you fearlessly
confronted the traitors army singlehandedly;
incessantly chanting the name of your mothersoil; as
they truculently pulverized every ingredient of your
handsome countenance,

At times no concessions; even when you uncontrollably
shiver in morbidly freezing blackness; just to ensure
that every single space of your philanthropic dwelling
was inhabited by; witheringly decrepit mankind,

At times no concessions; even when you entirely
abandoned each of your fantastically tantalizing
dreams; magnanimously dedicating every pore of your
body; to the Samaritan service of your respected
nation,

At times no concessions; even when you charred your
visage to insipidly threadbare ash; frantically
attempting to save the mystical forests from torching
under the salacious tumult of adulterated fire,

At times no concessions; even when you chivalrously
stripped every cranny of your poignant flesh; to
passionately embrace the dreary traveler; who was just
a pair of grotesquely emaciated bones,

At times no concessions; even when you tirelessly
march on your mission to make every person on this
earth; prosperous; employed and literate; although
fangs of devastatingly forlorn cancer viciously
stabbed your intricate veins and blood,

At times no concessions; even as you unfurled into the
immortally vibrant colors of goodness and unassailable
love; austerely crippling your every inevitable
desire; so that the planet continued to exist as a
gorgeously charismatic paradise,

O! Yes at times no concessions given to you for doing
even the absolute best you could for every construable
fraternity of mankind; for invincibly protecting
countless lives even as you expunged your very last
breath; for being an implacably truthful harbinger of
humanity at every path you took timeless stride,
As the greatest concession given to you perpetually by
Lord Almighty; was the carpet of vivaciously gifted
and fantastically supreme life….


©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The greatest art

 

The greatest art was not in clambering unsurpassably
coldblooded mountains; with overwhelmingly poignant
and adroit precision; barefoot,

The greatest art was not in stupendously encapsulating
the beauty of the fathomless cosmos; in threadbare
sheets of barren paper; singlehandedly,

The greatest art was not in racing swanky cars on
avalanches of heartless ice; dexterously swerving an
indefatigable number of times to degrees of
extraordinarily beautiful precision; naked bodied,

The greatest art was not in flying umpteenth kites at
a single time; celestially maneuvering countless
strings of infinitesimal thread in gusty sky; towering
on the tip of your big toe,

The greatest art was not in erecting majestically
palatial edifices in lightening seconds of time;
inundating boundless kilometers of arid landscape with
indomitable concrete jungles; in just a single breath,

The greatest art was not in astoundingly memorizing
limitless jargons of patriotically blazing literature;
tirelessly reciting them to the entire planet; in just
a single flash of an eye,

The greatest art was not in adventurously diving to
the rock bottom of the truculently stormy ocean;
sustain life amidst the satanic battalion of sharks
and crabs beneath; for times immemorial,

The greatest art was not in impeccably prognosticating
the destiny of one and all on this endless earth;
astonishingly chronicling even the most minuscule of
event to yet unfurl; in bleary eyed dawn,

The greatest art was not in eclectically controlling
an unfathomable horde of rampant serpents; fearlessly
entwining them all around your scarlet cheeks; without
the tiniest bead of sweat,

The greatest art was not in staring relentlessly at
the profoundly blistering Sun; dazzling into a
patriotic saga of Herculean bravery; handsomely
unfettered,

The greatest art was not in emulating every
conceivable voice on this enamoring Universe; with
unconquerably marvelous artistry in the innermost
chords of your throat; like supreme Omnipotence
sweeping all evil,

The greatest art was not in grazing insurmountable
flocks of innocuous sheep in a harmoniously single
row; to the enigmatically magical movements of your
nimble fingers; in blissfully unassailable unison,

The greatest art was not in weaving countless lines of
gloriously imperial literature; fulminating even the
most infidel ingredient of your blood; for the
rhapsodically untamed ocean of your versatility,

The greatest art was not in devouring even the most
sordidly acrimonious stones; digesting even the most
hedonistically salacious of impediments; without a
single burp,

The greatest art was not in inhaling every speck of
exhilarating breeze on this invincible globe;
inundating the cushion of your lungs with enchanting
sensuousness; for infinite more births yet to unravel,

The greatest art was not in brilliantly standing first
at every cranny of existence; Omnipresently
solemnizing your diminutive countenance as the very
best; till centuries even beyond your veritable time,

The greatest art was not in flamboyantly embellishing
your dreary countenance with the most exquisitely
fantastic satin on this planet; diffusing into a wave
of indefatigably priceless color on every step that
you intricately tread,

The greatest art was not in infectiously triggering
everyone around you into whirlpools of insatiably
hilarious laughter; metamorphosing every globule of
sullenness into an impregnable mountain of
humanitarian smiles,

For as long as this exotically fructifying earth has
existed; as long as God has chosen organism to diffuse
into an unendingly exuberant sea of tangy breath; as
long as symbiotically immortal love has blossomed in
every holistic heart; the greatest art has always been
and will forever be; leading each moment of survival
to the absolute fullest; wholeheartedly accepting
every shade of inexplicably fabulous life; just as it
unabashedly comes….








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

 

The greatest curse even after the most spell bindingly fructifying rain had fallen on blissful ground; was when the soil still didn’t burgeon the slightest; into the most brilliantly optimistic fruits of a resplendent tomorrow,

The greatest curse even after the most frostily undulating of waves had kissed the shores; was when the atmosphere still didn’t culminate the slightest; into the most rejuvenating sprays of unparalleled tanginess,

The greatest curse even after the most rhapsodically rambunctious bees had inhabited the hives; was when the crevices still didn’t scintillate the slightest; with the most poignantly enamoring cisterns of bewitching nectar,

The greatest curse even after the most blazingly dynamic of Sun had smooched the earth; was when the air still didn’t evolve the slightest; into the most unflinchingly unfettered beams of a victoriously fresh beginning,

The greatest curse even after the most beautifully enchanting of meadows had bathed under profoundly invincible moonlight; was when the grassblades still didn’t ooze the slightest; into the most tantalizingly euphoric of golden dewdrops,

The greatest curse even after the most candidly poignant mirror was placed beneath the pellucid afternoon Sun; was when the glass still didn’t reflect the slightest; into the most irrefutably truthful images of the soul,

The greatest curse even after the most iridescently silken moon twinkled in treacherously ghastly midnight; was when the darkness still didn’t dance the slightest; into the most perennially effulgent beams of enlightenment,

The greatest curse even after the most ebullient waterfalls of newborn water cascaded merrily at the rock bottom; was when the pathways still didn’t flower the slightest; into the most undaunted skies of ubiquitous excitement,

The greatest curse even after the most mellifluously congenial lips heavenly opened; was when the ambience still didn’t reverberate the slightest; into the most magically ameliorating tunes of compassionate togetherness,

The greatest curse even after the most altruistically benign saints endlessly sermonized the principles of peace and truth; was when the living organisms still didn’t bloom the slightest; into the most uninhibitedly priceless bonds of impregnable friendship,

The greatest curse even after the most insuperable foundations of selflessness stretched to an infinite kilometers beneath soil; was when the structure still didn’t waft the slightest; into the most Omnipotent apogees of unconquerable truth,

The greatest curse even after the most fearlessly peerless of patriots had shed their lives in the numbers of an infinite; was when the commoners still didn’t blaze the slightest; into the most celestial ideals of concord; symbiotism and everlasting freedom,

The greatest curse even after the most incomparably venerated cows grazed for hours immemorial; was when the teats still didn’t ripen the slightest; into the most infallibly impeccable globules of undefeated milk,

The greatest curse even after the most innocuously freshborn infant footsteps traversed indefinitely on ground; the pathways still didn’t spawn the slightest; into the most unlimited heavens of immeasurable holiness,

The greatest curse even after the most gloriously scarlet of roses swished in the vibrantly ecstatic breeze; the wind still didn’t enlighten the slightest; into the most unbridled gorges of unbelievably victorious scent,

The greatest curse even after the most honestly compassionate of parents dedicated every instant of their life to their offsprings; was when the children didn’t emanate the slightest; into the most limitlessly enthralling rainbows of unshakable gratitude,

The greatest curse even after the most eternally undying of nostrils tirelessly exhaled perpetual breath; was when the soul didn’t culminate the slightest; into the most Omnipresently mesmerizing traces of vivid life,

The greatest curse even after the most immortally passionate of heart exuded a boundless beats; was when the palpitations didn’t mushroom the slightest; into the most Omnipotent paradises of unadulterated love,

And the greatest curse even after the most astoundingly virile of man and woman coalesced in the threads of sacred matrimony; was when the dwelling still didn’t glisten the slightest; into the most miraculously mischievous children of a quintessentially blessed god’s creation…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The greatest gift

 

The greatest gift that the tree could shower upon this
earth; was its stupendous myriad of bountiful fruits
and exotic berries,

The greatest gift that the sky could shower upon this
earth; was torrential downpours of ravishing rain,

The greatest gift that the ocean could shower upon
this earth; was ingratiatingly tangy hillocks of
mesmerizing salt,

The greatest gift that the cow could shower upon this
earth; was impeccably glistening globules of
sacrosanct milk,

The greatest gift that the roses could shower upon
this earth; was their astounding entrenchment of spell
binding scent,

The greatest gift that the Sun could shower upon this
earth; was its Omnipotent festoon of enchantingly
golden rays,

The greatest gift that the forests could shower upon
this earth; was their enigmatic wilderness;
metamorphosing mundane reality into an enigmatic
paradise,

The greatest gift that the artist could shower upon
this earth; was his unfathomable reservoir of
profusely poignant artistry,

The greatest gift that the cuckoo could shower upon
this earth; was its explicitly candid voice; which
infiltrated like a majestic prince; at the crack of
every ethereal dawn,

The greatest gift that the lake could shower upon this
earth; was its magnanimous tranquility; the
rejuvenating serenity in its nimble lap,

The greatest gift that the mother could shower upon
this earth; was her innocently frolicking and divinely
offsprings,

The greatest gift that the soldier could shower upon
this earth; was irrefutable triumph; for his
treacherously tyrannized motherland,

The greatest gift that the teacher could shower upon
this earth; was its robust young citizens; surging
towards a brilliantly optimistic tomorrow,

The greatest gift that the fire could shower upon this
earth; was its compassionate inferno of comforting
flames; illuminating the ghastly blackness of the
night with; the winds of untamed excitement,

The greatest gift that the pearl could shower upon
this earth; was its royally charismatic aura; which
embraced all with an everlasting shine,

The greatest gift that the breath could shower upon
this earth; was instilling new life; inevitably
proliferate the chapter of existence for an infinite
times,

The greatest gift that the heart could shower upon
this earth; was insatiable energy to achieve the most
impossible of fabulous dreams,

The greatest gift that Man could shower upon this
earth; was the spirit of philanthropic humanity;
benevolently walking shoulder to shoulder with another
of his fellow kind,

And the greatest gift that God could shower upon this
earth; was immortal love; is immortal love; and will
remain immortal love forever….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The greatest honor for me

 

It was the greatest honor for me on this fathomless planet; to forever
close
my lids after sighting the whites of your majestically impeccable eyes,
As in them I regally found the vividly panoramic beauty of this
fathomless
Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil…

It was the greatest honor for me on this spell-binding planet; to
forever
close my lips after tasting the sweetness of your sensuously effulgent
cheeks,
As in them I immaculately found the rhapsodically unending triumph of
this
gigantic Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil…

It was the greatest honor for me on this limitless planet; to forever
close
my ears after hearing the inimitably unconquerable ebullience in your
mellifluously sacrosanct voice,
As in it I unceasingly found the irrefutably impregnable righteousness
of
this indomitable Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to
unveil…
‘
It was the greatest honor for me on this boundless planet; to forever
close
my palms after caressing your divinely sweet fingers,
As in them I euphorically found the eternally everlasting companionship
of
this gargantuan Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to
unveil….

It was the greatest honor for me on this unbelievable planet; to
forever
close my mind after profoundly absorbing myself into your timelessly
emollient fantasy,
As in it I incomprehensibly found the tantalizingly astounding
iridescence
of this endless Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to
unveil….

It was the greatest honor for me on this inexhaustible planet; to
forever
close my veins after worshipping just an infinitesimal ingredient of
your
insuperably humanitarian blood,
As in it I immutably found the jubilantly symbiotic fragrance of this
redolently burgeoning Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to
unveil….

It was the greatest honor for me on this victorious planet; to forever
close
my feet after kissing the paths that you unflinchingly traversed on,
As in them I unshakably found the scent of fearlessly altruistic truth
of
this blessing Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to
unveil….

It was the greatest honor for me on this ebullient planet; to forever
close
my nostrils after feeling your perpetually cascading and altruistically
volatile breath,
As in it I invincibly found the royal throne of undefeated life of this
venerated Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil….

And it was the greatest honor for me on this magnetic planet; to
forever
close my heart after perennially bonding with your magnanimously benign
beats,
As in them I irretrievably found the enthralling sky of endlessly
miraculous
love; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil…


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

 

The Greatest Happiness on this Universe was in;
bringing unsurpassable Happiness to the lives of all
those; unfortunately divested of mesmerizing fortunes;
tragically lambasted by strokes of uncouth destiny
from all sides,

The Greatest Victory on this Universe was in; bringing
unassailable Victory to the lives of all those;
miserably slithering without their loved ones;
despicably sinking deeper and deeper into the
graveyard at every step; for ostensibly no fault of
theirs,

The Greatest Enlightenment on this Universe was in;
bringing spell binding Enlightenment to the lives of
all those; ignominiously oppressed and ostracized by
every quarter of the acrimoniously tyrannical society;
lugubriously swooning with every unfurling instant of
time,

The Greatest Empathy on this Universe was in; bringing
bountiful Empathy to the lives of all those;
diabolically marauding the silken fabric of immaculate
atmosphere; unrelentingly staring ahead with savagely
untamed hatred in their eyes,

The Greatest Melody on this Universe was in; bringing
enchanting Melody to the lives of all those; wailing a
billion tears of monotony a minute; obnoxiously
besieged in the marketplace of bizarrely horrendous
manipulation and malice,

The Greatest Euphoria on this Universe was in;
bringing unconquerable Euphoria to the lives of all
those; preposterously decimated by even the most
evanescent trace of passing breeze,

The Greatest Benevolence on this Universe was in;
bringing altruistic Benevolence to the lives of all
those; maniacally incarcerated in dungeons of insane
bloodshed and criminal malevolence,

The Greatest Optimism on this Universe was in;
bringing unprecedented Optimism to the lives of all
those; disparagingly crippling towards the aisles of
inexplicably gruesome nothingness,

The Greatest Strength on this Universe was in;
bringing invincible Strength to the lives of all
those; being brutally tortured every unfurling second
of their lives; by the hands of the mercilessly
whipping devil,

The Greatest Wealth on this Universe was in; bringing
endless Wealth to the lives of all those innocent
messengers of the Almighty Lord; derogatorily
surviving in the horrifically stinking gutter lines,

The Greatest Compassion on this Universe was in;
bringing eternal Compassion to the lives of all those;
miserably orphaned since the very first cry of life;
abominably kicked into the corridors of salaciously
stagnating poverty,

The Greatest Sparkle on this Universe was in; bringing
an unflinching Sparkle to the lives of all those;
opprobriously underprivileged molecules of the Lord
Divine; for whom life was nothing but a corpse of
remorsefully penalizing darkness,

The Greatest Humanity on this Universe was in;
bringing unshakable Humanity to the lives of all
those; maliciously adulterated and bereft of the
divine; satanically sucking blood from even the most
astoundingly similar of their kind,

The Greatest Penance on this Universe was in; bringing
everlasting Penance to the lives of all those;
indiscriminately massacring the impeccably holistic;
ruthlessly snatching an impoverished child from the
lap of its sacrosanct mother,

The Greatest Solidarity on this Universe was in;
bringing perpetual solidarity to the lives of all
those; heinously infiltrated in the webs of spuriously
raunchy commercialism; surreptitiously waiting each
moment to wring their comrades neck,

The Greatest Truth on this Universe was in; bringing
irrefutable Truth to the lives of all those; sordidly
fretting and fuming in the dungeons of dastardly
depraving lies; ghastily castigating even the most
majestic elements of God’s creation; with the foul
spit in their mouths,

The Greatest Fantasy on this Universe was in; bringing
tantalizing Fantasy to the lives of all those; lividly
cursing each resplendently Omnipotent aspect of their
persona; abusing existence in terminologies more
condemnable than what the devil could ever conceive,

The Greatest Purpose on this Universe was in; bringing
gloriously symbiotic Purpose to the lives of all
those; deliberately pulverizing each instant of their
miraculously Omniscient life; with the swords of
baselessly meaningless religion,

And the Greatest Love on this Universe was in;
bringing immortal love to the lives of all those;
frigidly wanting to embrace gory death; with a heart
all right but sadly without the most diminutive of
beats….


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Even if you placed the entire wealth of this boundless planet before
him; it
would still hopelessly prove to be an infinite infinity lesser than the
wealth of invincibly benign selflessness; that he perpetually and
pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire power of this fathomless planet before
him; it
would still haplessly prove to be an infinite infinity lesser than the
power
of infallibly redolent truth; that he perpetually and pricelessly
possessed,

Even if you placed the entire charisma of this limitless planet before
him;
it would still lugubriously prove to be an infinite infinity lesser
than the
charisma of inimitably majestic artistry; that he perpetually and
pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire beauty of this endless planet before him;
it
would still morbidly prove to an infinite infinity lesser than the
beauty of
compassionately philanthropic simplicity; that he perpetually and
pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire sensuousness of this unceasing planet
before
him; it would still forlornly prove to be an infinite infinity lesser
than
the sensuousness of tantalizingly fructifying time; that he perpetually
and
pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire fruits of this unsurpassable planet
before
him; they would still disdainfully prove to be an infinite infinity
lesser
than the fruits of insuperably eclectic creativity; that he perpetually
and
pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire triumph of this gargantuan planet before
him;
it would still obnoxiously prove to be an infinite infinity lesser than
the
triumph of sacrosanct goodness; that he perpetually and pricelessly
possessed,

Even if you placed the entire tranquility of this inexhaustible planet
before him; it would still abashingly prove to be an infinite infinity
lesser than the tranquility of symbiotic selflessness; that he
perpetually
and pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire fragrance of this inscrutable planet
before
him; it would still vituperatively prove to be an infinite infinity
lesser
than the fragrance of impregnable righteousness; that he perpetually
and
pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire benevolence of this timeless planet
before
him; it would still baselessly prove to be an infinite infinity lesser
than
the benevolence of divine simplicity; that he perpetually and
pricelessly
possessed,

Even if you placed the entire honesty of this tireless planet before
him; it
would still ludicrously prove to be an infinite infinity lesser than
the
honesty of unbelievably infallible straightforwardness; that he
perpetually
and pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire virility of this immeasurable planet
before
him; it would still pathetically prove to be an infinite infinity
lesser
than the virility of astoundingly mitigating evolution; that he
perpetually
and pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire inebriation of this royal planet before
him;
it would still indolently prove to be an infinite infinity lesser than
the
inebriation of mystically unfettered enchantment; that he perpetually
and
pricelessly possessed,
Even if you placed the entire flamboyance of this ecstatic planet
before
him; it would still lividly prove to be an infinite infinity lesser
than the
flamboyance of the Optimistically unassailable Sun; that he perpetually
and
pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire blood of this effulgent planet before
him; it
would still disastrously prove to be an infinite infinity lesser than
the
blood of synergistically unshakable living kind; that he perpetually
and
pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire knowledge of this motley planet before
him; it
would still grotesquely prove to be an infinite infinity lesser than
the
knowledge of Omnipotent life and death; that he perpetually and
pricelessly
possessed,

Even if you placed the entire breath of this unbreakable planet before
him;
it would still treacherously prove to be an infinite infinity lesser
than
the breath of everlastingly Omnipresent newness; that he perpetually
and
pricelessly possessed,

Even if you placed the entire heartbeats of this marvelous planet
before
him; it would still delinquently prove to be an infinite infinity
lesser
than the heartbeat of Immortally inimitable love; that he perpetually
and
pricelessly possessed,

Contrarily to the above meaningless methods of appeasing him; wherein
you
tried to weigh him in the spuriously sanctimonious begging bowls of
your
lascivious wealth; beauty; charm and tawdry power; if you
wholeheartedly
embraced just one of your fellow living kind in bizarre distress; pain
and
inexplicable misery; every single day of your destined time,

The Almighty Creator would consider it to be the most Immortally
cherished
offering from your side; the most symbiotically mesmerizing gift from
your
soul; the most selflessly indomitable contribution from every of your
heartbeat; and this time it would be beautifully at par with whatever
he had
dreamt of or possessed….

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