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»The Greatest offering -1

 

If I used acerbic tree twigs instead of the corrugated
comb to part my hair,
The outcome would be ludicrously funny; with several
strands of follicle
settling wildly on my scalp.

If I used steaming acid instead of water to clean my
persona in the morning,
Blissful patches of my radiant skin would transit to a
ghastly brown; as an
aftermath of the acrimonious effluent.

If I used pure nectar instead of soap to wash my face,
There would be a battalion of red ant crawling all
over; injecting small vials
of sting in my blood.

If I used a quilt embossed with thorns to sleep;
instead of one with furry
cotton,
A myriad of spots in my body would bleed; rendering me
tossing and turning all
throughout the chilly night.

If I used raw coal tar instead of sandalwood mascara
to embellish my eyes,
They would incessantly water; with a host of foreign
bodies invading their
dainty ambience.

If I used water logged cloth instead of sun dried
sticks to light a fire,
The conflagration would fail to incinerate; with
paltry draughts of smoke
produced as a ramification.

If I used a flat plate of porcelain instead of a mug
to consume a barrel of
fresh milk,
The liquid would clumsily spill; with frugal droplets
of the concoction being
able to enter my mouth.

If I used my hands to walk instead of my sturdy feet,
I would inevitably lose balance; toppling on the
ground; appearing to be one
from the acrobatic circus.

If I used red chili in food; instead of
Commensurate amounts of
salt,
The taste buds in my tongue would irredeemably burn;
with my bowels
relinquishing taste forever.

If I used all my love for a girl with overwhelming
affluence; instead of the
one who desired me truly from the heart,
She would feed me with sumptuous food no doubt; while
keeping me tied in
chains of rebuke and insult till the time I live.

And If I used infinite hours in the day worshipping
god instead of doing
something for those afflicted with distress,
The creator himself would admonish me to perform
benevolent deeds;
Assisting people camouflaged in cloud covers of
anguish and sorrow,
Which would be the greatest prayer I could dream of
offering to him.


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»The greatest shock of my life…

 

When I brought her a blissfully bedazzling star; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire fathomless cosmos; perennially studded with a countless amiable stars,

When I brought her a beautifully serene leaf; she instantaneously demanded from me entire gigantic tree; ravishingly swaying with a countless enchantingly enigmatic leaves,

When I brought her an ingratiating pinch of rain-soaked mud; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire boundless earth; bountifully blessed with countless fields of sensuously virile mud,

When I brought her an unbelievably rejuvenating droplet of froth; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire unceasing ocean; ecstatically undulating with a countless droplets of poignant froth,

When I brought her a profusely exhilarated epitome of the hillock; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire unfathomable Everest; impregnably fortified with a countless inimitable hillocks and unconquerable epitomes,

When I brought her a priceless note of soothing melody; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire ubiquitous atmosphere; burgeoning every royal instant with countless waves of stupendously ameliorating music,

When I brought her a profoundly original sketch; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire affable landscape; inherently curled with a countless Omnipotent sketches of mother nature divine,

When I brought her an unflinchingly golden ray of light; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire Omnipresent Sun; permeating every ounce of the lugubrious earth with countless rays of optimism; hope and shine,

When I brought her a whisper of undefeated sensuality; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire voluptuous night; vividly enriched with a countless flavors and shapes of enthralling sensuality,

When I brought her a granule of insuperably glistening sand; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire majestic desert; magically sizzling every sorrow under the blistering Sun; and with a countless granules of inscrutable sand,

When I brought her a spell-bindingly romantic poem; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire timeless nature; from which sprouted a countless lines of heavenly poetry-every unfurling instant of the day and magnetic night,

When I brought her a compassionately perpetual beat; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire wondrous heart; indefatigably throbbing to the pulse of a countless bonding beats,

When I brought her a puff of jubilantly thunderous cloud; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire undefeated sky; bounteously laden with a countless puffs of miraculously enamoring clouds,

When I brought her an impeccably frozen cubicle; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire pristine avalanche; adroitly intertwined with a countless frozen cubicles of intrepidly thrilling ice,

When I brought a tranquilly fantasizing dewdrop; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire untamed grassland; rejoicing in the true spirit of life at the crack of midnight; and with a countless rivulets of golden dew,

When I brought her a bewitchingly scarlet petal of rose; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire everlasting garden; where there swished a countless ebullient rose-breathless in anticipation of every stroke of the invincibly virile breeze,

When I brought her an immaculately unparalleled pearl; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire silken moon; perennially enlightening every ounce of perilous blackness with countless pearls of milky light,

When I brought her a triumphantly scintillating crown; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire infallible kingdom; the complete queenly control over countless ordinary lives and crowns,

Thus, thoroughly familiar with her insatiably greedy mentality—I in advance brought her the entire love on this endlessly fructifying Universe- but this time I got the greatest shock of my life—as she instantaneously demanded from me only mine- and forever and ever and ever; only mine…

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»The greatest sin

 

Having supremely spell binding eyes was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you were gruesomely blind; unable to see a step
further even after possessing them right since innocent childhood;
was the greatest sin,

Having robust complexioned feet was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you couldn't walk even an inch forward; had not the
slightest of capacity to run even after possessing them right since
innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having tenaciously knotted fingers projecting from the palm was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you had grave difficulty
in hoisting objects; didn't posses the most minuscule of power to
defend yourself even after possessing them right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having dangling earlobes delectably cascading from the periphery of
your rubicund cheek was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that
you couldn't bear the tiniest of sound; floundered miserably to
decipher the intricacy of voice even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having a perfectly throbbing heart palpitating in marvellous
synchrony inside your chest was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you just didn't have the power to love; the virtue to
embrace other humans of your kind even after possessing it right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having dual pairs of luscious lips was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you couldn't speak a single word; abysmally stuttered
to convey the most infinitesimal of message to your compatriots even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,

Having ravishing clusters of hair on your scalp was simply not a sin
at all; but pretending that God had kept you disdainfully bald; that
your head shivered uncontrollably in cold even after possessing them
right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having boundless lines on your glowing palm was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that your entire life was ruined; your progress
had come to an abrupt standstill even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having pompously bulging muscle in your arms was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that you were as feeble as a mosquito; couldn't
lift your very own body even after having them right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having thousands of voluptuously tantalizing eyelashes extruding from
your lids was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your
vision was horrendously impaired because of their presence; the world
seemed to be an obfuscated blur even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having nails as long as the lanky mountain was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that you were unable to make the most diminutive
of indentation on soil; simply couldn't scratch the faintest even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,

Having breath as passionate as sizzling fire was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that there wasn't enough air in the atmosphere
for you to inhale; that you could suffocate to death any minute even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,

Having a bucket of sweat trickling down your armpits was simply not a
sin at all; but pretending that it was more satanic than a pool of
ghastly blood; incessantly complaining of cold and clammy skin even
though you possessed it right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,

Having an astonishingly spell binding memory was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that it was your mind that killed you every
unleashing second; the brain was the cardinal culprit behind your
demise even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was
the greatest sin,

Having scarlet rivers of blood circulating through your veins was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that there was no life in
your nerves; not a trifle of energy left in your demeanour even after
possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having a salubrious sparkling belly was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that your digestive system was diabolically corroded; the
conglomerate of curled intestines in your stomach were strangulating
you like a festoon of ominous snakes even after possessing it right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having a sturdily sculptured nose extruding from your face was simply
not a sin at all; but pretending that your entire persona was
brutally mutilated; the nostrils disgustingly disrupted your flow of
harmonious breath even after possessing it right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,

Having an insurmountably hard skull was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that it was the main cause for transforming all your
philanthropic thoughts to as hard as incorrigible stone even after
possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,

And having an enchantingly blossoming life was simply not a sin at
all; but leading it listlessly; trudging your way through just for
the heck of it without basking in the stupendous glory of the
resplendent moonlight even after possessing it right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin...

©COPYRIGHT—2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»The greatest truth, the greatest lie

 

The greatest comfort existing; is in the moist arms of the impeccable
mother,
The greatest light existing; is the dazzling glow of the flamboyantly
fiery
sun,
The greatest depth existing; is in the poignant eyes of your beloved,
The greatest salt existing; is in the undulating waters of the saline
ocean,
The greatest blessing existing; is the one imparted by the impoverished
heart,
The greatest noise existing; is the deafening roar of the fulminating
volcano,
The greatest scent existing; is the one emanating profoundly from the
redolent
rose,
The greatest taste existing; is in the succulent cluster of ravishing
plums,
The greatest length existing; is the colossal expanse of crystal blue
sky,
The greatest dirt existing; is the massacre of the innocent and the
deprived,
The greatest voice existing; is the enchanting sound of the
nightingale,
The greatest hand existing; is the one that philanthropically helps
others in
times of distress,
The greatest color existing; is the one circumventing the resplendent
rainbow,
The greatest water existing; is the one trapped delectably inside the
hard
skull of coconut,
The greatest language existing; is the one symbolizing humanity,
The greatest mirror existing; is the one intricately lining your soul,
The greatest perspiration existing; is the one that dribbled profusely
after a
hard days work,
The greatest joke existing; is that life is a bed of roses,
The greatest bye existing; was one executed by a dying soldier,
The greatest lie existing; is that man can live forever; and never die,
And the greatest truth existing; is unbiased love; the entity you
solely
continue living for…


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

 

The greatest victory for a mother was; when she was
able to invincibly protect her child from all evil
lurking rampantly in the night; and marathon hours of
the sunlit day,
The greatest victory for a soldier was; when he
valiantly bore the hostile opposition; waved the flag
of his country in the heart of the colossal enemy
camp,
The greatest victory for a spotted panther was; when
it mercilessly capsized its prey by the neck; ripped
it apart into boundless fragments before handsomely
devouring it down,
The greatest victory for the black conglomerate of
clouds was; when despite the fulminating fire ball of
Sun behind; they were able to pour down indefatigably
upon the surface of the earth,
The greatest victory for the inconspicuous little
mosquito was; when it sucked gallons of blood from
robust flesh; dexterously evaded all in vicinity who
tried to capture it,
The greatest victory for the mammoth shark was; when
it unsparingly over toppled the mighty ship with her
snout; gobbled each of its passengers to satisfy its
gluttony for the unveiling hour,
The greatest victory for the diminutive red ant was;
when she stung the gigantic elephant on his feet; made
him plummet to the ground and taste dust like a pack
of molten matchsticks,
The greatest victory for the ocean was; that it never
dried irrespective of the most acerbic of drought;
kept swirling with its ravishing waves striking
astoundingly against the rocks,
The greatest victory for the gleaming axe was; when it
sliced gargantuan stalks of the century old tree with
sheer disdain; engendering the lanky stem to collapse
with a sigh on the mud,
The greatest victory for the lips was; when they were
able to passionately kiss the girl they desired;
taking complete control over her mind, body, and soul,
The greatest victory for the tabby cat was; when she
sprang upon clusters of unsuspecting mice; masticated
them with whole hearted relish as the first rays of
dawn crept from the sky,
The greatest victory for the blazing fire was; when it
charred to raw soot whatever that dared to trespass
its blistering path,
The greatest victory for the devotee was; when he was
able to appease the creator with his overwhelming
devotion and penance; rise to the pinnacle of success
with the blessings of Almighty God,
The greatest victory for the eye was; when it was able
to sight the most mesmerizing places in this Universe;
keep staring for times immemorial; deeply into the
eyes of the person it revered and loved,
The greatest victory for the hideously wailing vulture
was; when it viciously plucked out flesh from the body
of the dead; feasted on its meal with a flame of
exultation burning in its eyes,
The greatest victory for the infinite territories of
the sprawling desert was; when it was able to entice
millions of unsuspecting adventurers; luring them with
its fake mirages which were nothing else but pure
sand,
The greatest victory for the blood flowing in the body
was; when it blended with the soil in which it was
born,
And the greatest victory for Man on this planet was;
when he knew himself thoroughly; conquered all his
desires and emotions; joined hands with his fellow
comrades; putting in his ultimate in order to save
humanity….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The hardest thing for a writer to bear

 

The hardest thing for a mother to bear; was the sudden
death of her new born and sweet infant,

The hardest thing for a Businessman to bear; was the
abrupt closure of his Business; his goods being
auctioned in the market at a price lesser than stones,

The hardest thing for a bird to bear; was that her
eggs got stolen by the vicious snake right in front of
her eyes,

The hardest thing for a desert to bear; was its barren
and magnificently shimmering sands; being
extravagantly flooded with water,

The hardest thing for a boxer to bear; was opprobrious
defeat; being decimated to the floor by his timid
adversary,

The hardest thing for an automobile to bear; was the
dismal snapping of its brakes; as it was just seconds
away from reaching the summit of the mountain,

The hardest thing for the eye to bear; was its
inability to recognize its most revered and beloved;
even as she passed at whisker lengths from its body,

The hardest thing for a eunuch to bear; was the volley
of insults and ignominious rebukes it received; the
hilarious laughter which it was subjected to; for no
absolutely no fault of its at all,

The hardest thing for the shoe to bear; was exploding
into infinite fragments; the moment it tread nimbly on
the soil,

The hardest thing for the consortium of diabolical
black clouds to bear; was not being able to
incessantly rain; even after floating rampantly for
hours in the sky,

The hardest thing for a robust swimmer to bear; was
lying like a frigid mute leaf in the pool; when the
race to the trophy was just about to commence,

The hardest thing for the lips to bear; was the
acrimonious society coming in between then and their
enchanting lover,

The hardest thing for the wealthiest man on this earth
to bear; was the girl of his dreams kicking all his
opulence; eloping with that beggar instead; whom she
had ardently given her heart,

The hardest thing for the impeccable and sparkling
shirt to bear; was being ripped apart to uncouth
strands; as it confronted head on with the worst of
cyclonic storm,

The hardest thing for the conscience to bear; was
overwhelming guilt pounding on it like a volcano from
all sides; as it agonizingly conceived its tale of
blatant lies,

The hardest thing for the spring waters to bear; was
getting adulterated by infinitesimal specks of dirt;
as they gushed past contaminated slopes of lecherous
mankind,

The hardest thing for the lion to bear; was being
ingeniously outwitted by the hunter; despite being
crowned the irrefutable king of the jungle,

The hardest thing for the hands to bear; was their
inefficiency to save several lives in vicinity as they
were incarcerated in chains; although they knew the
Herculean strength circulating in their bones,

The hardest thing for God to bear; was infinite
numbers of his molecules fighting with each other on
this earth; the very planet which he had created as
paradise; now metamorphosing into a river of hostile
death,

And the hardest thing for a writer to bear; when
despite dedicating all his mind, body and soul to his
profession; chiseling every alphabet he perceived with
his very own blood; his work didn’t sell…


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»The heart and the mannenquins

 

Mannequins of idiosyncratically insipid nothingness;
to relentlessly satiate the minds of all those
insanely purposeless and pathetically lunatic,

Mannequins of salaciously unending treachery; to
insatiably titillate the appetites of all those;
uncouthly besieged in the graveyards of bizarrely
unforgivable manipulation,

Mannequins of sordidly lecherous dust; to
intransigently appease the gluttony of all those;
lackadaisically slithering in the aisles of
nonchalantly debilitating boredom,

Mannequins of ludicrously collapsing and frigid
matchsticks; to sleazily placate the souls of all
those; abhorrently prejudiced in the ruthlessly
parasitic shackles of greed,

Mannequins of fecklessly worthless and ungainly
insomnia; to intractably titillate the eyes of all
those; devilishly slandering and massacring; without
the most infinitesimal of purpose in vibrant life,

Mannequins of cheaply glittering corruption; to
surreptitiously trigger the bloodstream’s of all
those; tyrannically beheading to catapult to the
zenith of baseless power and prosperity,

Mannequins of forlornly fretful obsolescence; to
incorrigibly pamper the footsteps of all those;
deliberating inflicting torturous pain on self and
everlasting humanity,

Mannequins of satanically decaying blood; to
demonishly charm the senses of all those;
indiscriminately trampling the trajectory of mother
earth; with unsurpassably obnoxious drudgery,

Mannequins of blatantly discordant and heinous lies;
to dogmatically pump the silhouettes of all those;
regretfully incarcerated in whirlwinds of abominably
abashing cowardice,

Mannequins of egregiously stony silence; to
irretrievably pacify the visages of all those; wasting
every unfurling moment of their lives; disconcertingly
smarting in the gutters of wastrel neglect,

Mannequins of diabolically perverted and pugnacious
stink; to irrefutably tranquilize the tongues of all
those; barbarically wanting to gobble immaculately
truthful skin,

Mannequins of savagely lambasting and cacophonic
abuse; to truculently please the skins of all those;
drifting the spell bindingly fathomless Universe into
the corpse of murderously threadbare politics,

Mannequins of penalizingly mocking laughter; to
irrevocably stimulate the cells of all those; trying
to invidiously infiltrate into the web of
ingratiatingly celestial peace and unflinching
solidarity,

Mannequins of traumatically desensitizing death; to
disparagingly inebriate the persona’s of all those;
wholesomely indifferent to the magnanimously blissful
proceedings of this enthralling planet,

Mannequins of disastrously impoverished and gory
skeletons; to unrelentingly enlighten the bodies of
all those; horrifically unbelieving in the chapters of
vivaciously mesmerizing existence,

Mannequins of inexplicably salacious and unprecedented
starvation; to inexorably please the spirits of all
those; ghoulishly entangled in webs of insidiousness;
without a mind; body or soul,

Mannequins of acrimoniously sinister darkness; to
indefatigably gratify the ego’s of all those; sinking
deeper and deeper into the preposterously ghastly
crematorium of hideous crime,

Mannequins of lugubriously indolent non-existence; to
incessantly cajole the nerves of all those; who cursed
even the most bountifully resplendent beauty of God;
from their very first cry,

But an unassailable garden of love; love and only
sensuously timeless love; to perennially immortalize
the heartbeats of all those; uninhibitedly wanting to
wander in a world of freedom; uninhibitedly wanting to
breathe forever in a world of philanthropically
unending togetherness….



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»The heart of betrayal

 

The sting of the mosquito; renders just an
inconspicuous spurt of pain on naked flesh,
Whereas the sting of greed; profoundly decimates
blissful civilizations into horrendous bits of
pulverized ash….

The growl of the panther; transiently paralyzes
boisterous traces of palpable life,
Whereas the growl of violence; metamorphoses
brilliantly blazing light of the day into a cloud of
perpetual darkness…

The sword of piquant iron; renders you ethereally
unconscious with its flurry of inevitable wounds,
Whereas the sword of lies; buries you infinite feet
beneath your grave; massacring your conscience into
sleazy pulp towards the fathomless sky….

The blanket of thorns; foments you to squeal a trifle
everytime you tried to tread upon your spellbinding
feet,
Whereas the blanket of slavery; makes you a criminal
for centuries unprecedented in the court of celestial
existence…

The whirlpool of sand; obscured your vision for
infinitesimal instants; ephemerally sequestering you
from the reality of life,
Whereas the whirlpool of manipulation; irrevocably
cursed each organism alive with the most tyrannical of
deaths.….



The bars of the prison; made irascible inroads into
normally unveiling lifestyles,
Whereas the bars of pompousness; made irrefutably sure
you kept hovering between heaven and hell even before
veritable death…

The tunnel of darkness; temporarily dislocated you;
propelling you to stumble towards the ground as you
frantically tried to gauge your gloomy surroundings,
Whereas the tunnel of crime stretched beyond realms of
infinite infinity; with the only end being your
hedonistically distorted corpse….

The clouds of thunder clashed viciously in the sky;
dumbfounding you for fraction seconds of time,
Whereas the clouds of discrimination; invincibly
ensured that there would not be the tiniest trace of
light; even in the most Omnipotent of sunshine….

And the heart of stress; fluttered nervously every now
and again; but still survived on potent panaceas of
holistic medicine,
But the heart of betrayal; remained perpetually frozen
for infinite births of it to unveil; even though it
harbored the most tumultuous of beats…


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»The heart stayed young forever

 

The flowers blossoming in the fields; withered away as
the soil on which they stood was thoroughly stripped
of water,

The leaves of the colossal tree disdainfully shriveled
and fell; as the onset of autumn took its toll on the
surrounding,

The mesmerizing rivers tumbling in fury from the
mountains; shrunk to a mere trickle as the Sun
radiated its hostile rays in full fury,

The blazing stream of lava which fulminated in
tumultuous agony from the ground; cooled as a few days
elapsed; and with the drifting of the placid winds,

The ominous looking black clouds reverberated
thunderously in the sky; but after a while the rain
pelting down reduced its agony; as the Sun filtered
passageways of crystalline blue amidst all vicious
dark,

The delectable and freshly painted exteriors of the
edifice; slowly started to develop shades of pathetic
yellow; as they blended with the smoke; and weren't
cleaned meticulously every day,

The gargantuan shadows of the wandering giant; seemed
to loose their entity completely as the stringent
light of the day was encroached completely by night,

The mammoth cubes of frozen ice; shamefully
metamorphosed into a pond of water; under sweltering
heat of fiery afternoon,

The monstrous Bull ploughing valiantly through the
fields all his life; one day found himself seated by
the riverside; not even having the capacity to shrug
away the flies sitting right on his nose; as the
gradual onset of age; had exhausted every ounce of his
stamina that he once upon a time proudly possessed,

The dolphin that once swam merrily in the heart of the
sea; found itself now kissing the shores; as it felt
supremely weary to swim,

The magnificent palace which once used to be the pride
of the Royal Kings and monarchs; was now inhabited
only with a battalion of cobwebs and dilapidated
space; as the years and centuries unveiled by,

The biscuits of silver when extracted raw from deep
within the crevices in the earth emanated a
scintillating shine and shimmer; but the same
transited to cheap nuggets of coal; after being used
for several decades; and blending with human oil and
perspiration,

The photograph of the individual looked absolutely
astounding when snapped on the first day; but the same
resembled a ghost when sighted after infinite
fortnights; with obnoxious crusts of dust changing him
in drastic entirety,

The face of the fairy was dainty and stupendously
sweet as she descended from the skies; but she hardly
had the power to speak; with scores of bones
protruding from her cheeks; as she lived for more than
a century on planet earth,

The innocuous wails of an infant were profoundly
enamouring to hear when it was just born, however they
converted into a sonorous and hoarse; shooing every
one away from him; a few months down the line; as he
began to walk and joined college,

The battalion of vegetables appeared young and robust
as they were just plucked fresh from the sprawling
farm; they however turned rotten, black and blue; with
an incredibly foul odor dissipating from their body;
as the previous day now unfurled into the new dawn,

The dead mans body buried under the ground was
embodied with lots of flesh when freshly cremated; but
if you dug it up again after a few years; all that was
now retrievable was just a pair of bones,

And everything seemed to wither with age; shrivel and
shrink as time sped by; but there was just a single
thing that gained more impetus with the passing
second; got more passionate as even as everything
encompassing it seemed to abdicate life; palpitated
more violently as the tyranny of age crept by, or
shall we say 'THE HEART STAYED YOUNG FOREVER'







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»The heart that was 100% mine

 

The blood flowing in her intricate veins; was as red
as flaming ball of sun in
the cosmos,
Got instantly agitated when she sighted me; talking
vociferously with another
of her kind.

The skin covering her tender bones; was as
Resplendent as the
pelting showers of rain,
Stirred insatiable desires in my soul; when I sighted
her dexterously leaping
the skipping rope.

The nails embossed on her dainty fingers; were as soft
as a mystical fairy,
And she used them to tickle me incessantly; at moments
when I was perplexed
with life.

The cluster of teeth in her palette; were as white as
the goddess of pearly
moon,
With which she cast amicable smiles at me; keeping me
in bubbling spirits all
throughout the day.

The twin pairs of eyes in her sockets; were as
crystalline as the
scintillating waterfall,
They were studded with gargantuan traces of empathy;
wept hysterically when I
was in pain.

The coverings of her luscious lips; were like the
succulent fruit of water
melon,
Voluptuously enticing me to kiss; blend my passionate
warmth with her in
entirety.

The petite pair of feet she possessed; were like the
gentle river trickling
through the forest,
Coherently synchronized themselves to beats of music;
danced uninhibitedly
when seeing me in jubilation.

The hair on her scalp cascaded down full length; like
the waterfall plummeting
from precipices of the mountain,
Which she further embellished tying bunches of
fragrant flower; swirling them
at full speeds towards my face.

The earrings in her fleshy ear lobe; resembled sweet
fillings of nectar
inhabiting the bee hive,
Jingled with melody as she walked; enlightening the
island of despair in my
eyes.

And above all things that mattered; she had
impregnated in her chest; an
immaculate heart,
Which throbbed vehemently when witnessing my
silhouette; the heart that was
100% mine.


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