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»The Irretrievable culprit

 

It was not the unbelievably long road that criminally tired you; the grain of nonchalantly sluggish sand in your dastardly shoe; was the quintessential culprit instead,

It was not the fathomlessly endless sky that parasitically nonplussed you; the cloud of decrepit isolation in your fecklessly spurious brain; was the cardinal culprit instead,

It was not the limitlessly sweltering desert that disdainfully charred you; the heat of treacherously pulverizing prejudice in your soul; was the dogmatic culprit instead,

It was not the unfathomably towering mountain that entirely gobbled you; the slope of baselessly slavering fear in your bones; was the invidious culprit instead,

It was not the inexhaustible wind of winter that disastrously squelched you; the chill of deathly isolation in every ingredient of your blood; was the irrevocable culprit instead,

It was not brilliantly unending sunshine that tanned and perplexed you; the ray of worthless snobbishness in every of your stride; was the immutable culprit instead,

It was not the boundless swirl of the ocean that preposterously drowned you; the salt of acrimoniously lecherous hatred in the dormitories of your conscience; was the vituperative culprit instead,

It was not the unceasing graveyard that venomously jinxed you; the ghost of balderdash fear in your fretfully quavering persona; was the untamed culprit instead,

It was not inexhaustibly overwhelming midnight that insidiously frightened you; the blackness of uxoriously insane insecurity infront of your eyes; was the massacring culprit instead,

It was not continuously barren land that ludicrously withered you; the infertility of holistic expression enshrouding your countenance; was the intransigent culprit instead,

It was not relentlessly vociferous storms that derogatorily uprooted you; the cataclysmically uncontrollable spirit of betrayal in your reflection; was the clandestine culprit instead,

It was not the jet black fleet of cats that unstoppably cursed you; the meow-meow of sleazy superstition in every aspect of your existence; was the incarcerating culprit instead,

It was not the unsurpassably arcane forest that defeated you; the wilderness of salaciously cannibalistic desire in your imagination; was the diabolical culprit instead,

It was not the stupendously tall lavatory seat that shooed you; the stink of maniacally decrepit politics in each globule of your unceremonious sweat; was the barbarous culprit instead,

It was not the indefatigably revolving ceiling fan which unsparingly excoriated you; the blades of depravingly sadistic chauvinism in the center of your chest; were the murderous culprit instead,

It was not tirelessly diffusing sound that decimated you; the noise of deliriously obsessive idiosyncrasy radiating from every element of your conscience; was the notorious culprit instead,

It was not inexorably patriotic war that swiped you; the battlefield of hedonistically decrepit corruption on which you stupidly transgressed; was the surreptitious culprit instead,

It was not timelessly unfurling life which crippled you; the breath of untruthfully tyrannical deceit emanating from your beleaguered nostrils; was the cowardly culprit,

And it was not fathomlessly never-ending love that lethally melted you; the beat of maliciously profane betrayal lingering in your vindictively bellicose heart; was the irretrievable culprit instead…

©COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»The key to love

 

The key to clamber the steep slope of the mountain; was a knotted rope;
blended with overwhelming spirit of adventure,

The key to drive a car; was articulate maneuvering of the steering wheel;
along with gallons of golden gasoline,

The key to solve an enigmatic riddles; was flexing the brain to unsurpassable
limits;
and intense concentration,

The key to grow sumptuous grass on undulating expanse of land;
was to sprinkle it with water and fertilizer,

The key to quench insatiable thirst; was to consume a glass of cool and
revitalizing water,

The key to feel enlightened; was to stare unrelentingly in open space;
sleep under the twinkling stars,

The key to becoming learned; was to grasp basic ingredients of mystical life;
keeping the ears open to prevailing sounds,

The key to overcoming gruesome blackness; was illuminating the atmosphere
with dazzling light,

The key to swim through choppy currents of the swirling ocean;
was dexterous movements of the hands and feet; compounded with exorbitant
stamina,

The key to sketch the intricate silhouette of landscape;
was articulate fingers; adroitly molding the bristles of paintbrush,

The key to annihilating the venom in a snake; is ruthlessly snapping off its
fangs,

The key to pelting showers of torrential rain; was an agglomerate of sinister
black clouds,

The key to procuring salubrious white eggs; was to rear a robust hen,

The key to controlling haphazard flow of traffic; was to scrupulously regulate
the timing of signals,

The key to produce mesmerizing tunes; was to tickle the vocal chords deep
down the throat;
float wholesomely in a world of surreal fantasy,

The key to dancing traditionally; was to generate nimble strokes of the feet;
gyrating to the cadence of sound,

The key to an immaculately sparkling complexion;
was diligently consuming fresh fruits from the farm,

The key to cleanliness; was incorporating stringently in all; a sense of hygiene,
The key to combat vandalism; was to reinforce vacant arenas with formidable
security,

The key to blissful relaxation; was easing cumbersome tensions from the brain;
reinvigorating it with perfume,

The key to stay perpetually happy; was to smile; profoundly appreciate the
newness of nature,

The key to winning marathon sprints;
was exerting the muscles of chest and legs to tumultuous capacity,

The key to unprecedented success in life; is an overwhelming desire to achieve;
followed by hard work,

And the key to perennial love; was listening to the inner most tunes of throbbing
heart;
implementing the same to manifest them into reality.




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

 

EVEN IF YOU failed me in mathematics; giving me the
lowest marks in the entire school; It still wouldn’t
hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me while clambering the mountain
slopes; making me stumble on the very first step
itself; It still wouldn’t hurt me at all

Even if you failed me while talking to colleagues;
stuttering miserably on every word I spoke; It still
wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me in Business; making me incur
losses worth millions of rupees; It still wouldn’t
hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me in making my food; wherein all I
managed to prepare was sooty charcoal from the fields
laden with infinite vegetables; It still wouldn’t hurt
me at all,

Even if you failed me in building a house of my own;
with all bricks hurtling down towards me before I laid
them; It still wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me in finding the most precious of
my gifts; with the entire team of detectives I hired
simply unable to trace them; It still wouldn’t hurt me
at all,

Even if you failed me in the battlefield; with a river
of blood diffusing rampantly from my skin; It still
wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me while I was swimming; drowning
me uncouthly for marathon hours before I reached the
surface; It still wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me while leaping from the sky; with
the strings of my parachute failing to unwind; and the
bones of my body shattering into a million pieces; It
still wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me in my flirtatious activities;
with scores of girls on the street ridiculing me; when
infact I desperately wanted their friendship; It still
wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me in front of my parents; with
them condemning my work as a lazy tribute to the soil;
It still wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me at reaching office early
everyday; with my tyre getting punctured midway
although I started hours before time; It still
wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me at snapping photographs; with
people thrashing me black and blue for portraying them
as decayed fruits; It still wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me at swallowing medicines; with
every attempt of mine to gulp resulting in
disastrously puking out the same; It still wouldn’t
hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me in procuring my livelihood; with
every attempt of mine to earn finding me placed in the
beggars seat; It still wouldn’t hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me in wearing my own clothes; with
my shirt inevitably getting torn the instant I tried
to fit it over my shoulders; It still wouldn’t hurt me
at all,
Even if you failed me while sleeping; jolting me off
from my slumber every second with an armory of
horrifying dreams; It still wouldn't hurt me at all,

Even if you failed me in all quarters of life; making
me despicably succumb and lick raw mud; It still
wouldn’t hurt me at all,

And as I told you O! lord I wouldn’t mind it the least
if you snatched away everything from me; failed me
horrendously in every sphere of life; but please see
to it that I kept writing poetry till the time I
relinquished my last breath; make me the king of
poetry…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The King of the current moment

 

The treacherously obsolete yesterday I had wholesomely forgotten;
with
even the most infinitesimal of its vapid impression dissolving into
aisles
of frigid nothingness,
What was going to happen today I had not the tiniest of innuendo about;
groping into the mercilessly coldblooded darkness when I pondered upon
the
same,
Tomorrow was a tantalizing mirage; which kept eluding my invincible
grasp
more and more; as I tried to indefatigably snatch it,
But nevertheless I was still the unparalleled king of the current
moment;
rejoicing in its untamed glory to the most unprecedented limits;
letting its
bountiful majesty take complete control of every of my beleaguered
vein….

The disastrously delirious yesterday had wholesomely evaporated from my
life; with not even the most vehemently indignant of its maelstroms
daring
to come near me,
What was going to happen today I had not the most ephemeral insinuation
about; shattering into boundless fragments of meaninglessness when I
tried
to tirelessly envisage about the same,
Tomorrow was a fathomlessly distant dream; about whose veritable
reality I
couldn’t figure out head or spuriously withering tail,
But nevertheless I was still the unassailable king of the current
moment;
letting its unsurpassable enchantment celestially descend upon even the
most
diminutive cranny of my mind; body and quavering soul….

The truculently chauvinistic yesterday had completely deserted the
chapter
of my life; with not even the most evanescent of its jinxed beam;
reminiscent in the whites of my eyes,
What was going to happen today I had not the most capricious idea
about;
being banged like a haplessly disoriented coconut against the walls of
diabolical hell; when I tried to flex my brain a trifle too much about
it,
Tomorrow seemed to stretch beyond the realms of my molecular
imagination;
with the fangs of viciously bellicose uncertainty perpetuating me from
all
sides,
But nevertheless I was still the uninhibited king of the current
moment;
letting its pragmatically panoramic beauty; entirely become the royally
seductive veil of my horrendously tyrannized existence….


The baselessly crucifying yesterday had entirely abdicated my nimble
presence; extinguishing into worthless horizons of irretrievably
reproachful
oblivion,
What was going to happen today I had not the most mercurial of gut
feeling
about; being ruthlessly buried alive in coffins of intractable
desperation;
as I tried to valiantly decipher its ingredients of good and forlornly
bad,
Tomorrow had still marathon hours to take irrefutably unshakable
control;
with a zillion murderous barricades yet to overcome,
But nevertheless I was still the limitless king of the current moment;
letting its magnetically divine energy instill optimistically benign
energy
in my delinquent bones; to lead a countless more symbiotic lives….

The morbidly penalizing yesterday seemed gone since times immemorial;
with
the first rays of Omnipotently brilliant dawn; transcending over even
the
most non-existent speck of the egregiously rampaging devil,
What was going to happen today I had not the most ethereal of
understanding
about; being dissolved into mortuaries of hopeless insanity; when I
tried to
unambiguously picture the next hour from now,
Tomorrow seemed like it would never come; with the deplorable conundrum
of
murderous manipulation and politics around me; engendering me to
frenetically search for my every breath,
But nevertheless I was still the inimitable king of the current moment;
letting its philanthropically synergistic heavenliness; beautifully
coalesce
each of my senses with the mantra of wonderfully egalitarian mankind;
with
the spirit of the Ever-Pervading; Divine…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The language of my heart

 

The language of my lips was uninhibited happiness; compassionately
nibbling
every element of rhapsodic goodness; that euphorically swam in the
panoramic
atmosphere,

The language of my eyes was unceasing empathy; a perennially untainted
desire to amalgamate my impoverished being; with every conceivable
fraternity of living society,

The language of my chin was endless mischief; eternally frolicking with
countless nubile maidens on the pristine sea shores; enlightening even
the
most inane iota of morbid gloom in the atmosphere,

The language of my cheeks was tantalizingly embarrassed euphoria;
erupting
into a fathomless gallery of nimble goose-bumps; as when the
ebulliently
fantastic winds of unadulterated autumn gushed in upon the freshly
embellished bride,

The language of my shoulders was altruistic philanthropism; tirelessly
hoisting my fellow comrades in inclement distress; towards the paradise
of
their very own choice,

The language of my fingers was untamed artistry; insatiably evolving a
glorious civilization of panoramic beauty; out of inconspicuously
threadbare
wilderness,

The language of my armpits was emolliently hard earned perspiration;
the
feeling of unsurpassably mollifying contentment of having relentlessly
strived forward to blissfully conserve my diminutive existence,

The language of my feet was timelessly inexhaustible adventure;
tirelessly
philandering upon even the most evanescent cranny of god’s wonderfully
enchanting creation,

The language of my stomach was inevitably symbiotic hunger; marvelously
replenishing the egregiously tyrannized intestines inside; with the
bounteously scrumptious fruits of eternal mother nature,

The language of my brain was fathomlessly never-ending fantasy; with
not the
slightest bit of jejunely treacherous monotony daring to perpetuate it
for
times immemorial,

The language of my bones was unflinchingly blazing patriotism;
expending the
last ounce of energy trapped within them to the service of their
limitlessly
sacrosanct motherland,

The language of my shadow was satiny sensuousness; tantalizing even the
most
parasitically alien into an unending whirlpool of astoundingly
invincible
ecstasy,

The language of my palms was unavoidably unraveling destiny;
transcending
above every aspect of my incessant struggle for propitiously
mesmerizing
existence,

The language of my eyelashes was mischievously flirtatious winking;
rejoicing the unassailably divine moments of newborn infanthood; even
when I
had nurtured into perilous greyness of complete manhood,

The language of my blood was pricelessly impregnable humanity;
celestially
coalescing with every construable element of living kind; for an
infinite
more births yet of mine,

The language of my throat was synergistic melody; tranquilly inundating
every lugubriously nonchalant particle of the atmosphere; with the
undefeatable chorus of uninhibitedly united brotherhood,

The language of my persona was amazing procreation; endeavoring my very
best
in continuing god’s chapter of venerated evolution; till the absolutely
irrevocable end of my breath,

The language of my conscience was irrefutably unshakable truth;
perpetually
traversing on the path of egalitarian silken righteousness; even as
holocausts of hell viciously stabbed the soil of earth,

The language of my nostrils was quintessentially life-yielding breath;
compassionately embracing every living organism in whirlpools of
vivaciously
beautiful desire,

And the language of my heart was immortally Omnipotent love; forever
and
ever and ever bonding with the beats of my unconquerable beloved; till
centuries unprecedented even after my this birth and the destined
corpse of
my death…


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

 

He smiled as the milkman dropped milk; when usually he would swap his
fingers menacingly at him; for arriving even a minute late,

He hoisted the dirty urchin high in his hands; when usually he would
shoo
all stray children running helter-skelter in the streets; with his
stick,

He gave a handsome tip to the waiter; when usually he would scream at
the
top of his lungs for not being served properly,

He strolled bare chested in the sun-lit balcony; when usually he would
adorn
himself in the tightest of suit and glossy pant,

He danced rampantly in the rain outside; when usually he would
stringently
admonish all servants to shut the windows airtight; as soon as the
first
patch of black cloud lingered in the sky,

He ate the most piquant of chili; when usually he refrained from
tasting
even small pinches of common salt,

He talked loquaciously all day in a host of languages; when usually his
moved his lips sternly; only when required,

He sat for hours on the bed of squalid grass; when usually he never
transgressed on anything except shimmering slabs of pure marble,

He sipped chilled champagne with gay abandon; when usually he didn’t
touch
anything except Herbal tea,

He laughed thunderously at the slightest of joke; when usually he was
far
too stingy even on smiles,

He drove his car himself at lightening speeds; when usually he
incorrigibly
refused to leave the house ever; without his driver,

He left his wrists bare; gauging the time from position of the sun;
when
usually he even slept the entire night with his watch strapped tightly,

He viewed television incessantly at strident volumes; when usually he
preferred to brood desolately in solitude,

He sang romantic tunes from contemporary songs; when usually he always
condemned and rebuked the advent of pop music,

He masticated at raw slices of poignant cucumber; when usually he
commanded
the cooks to boil his food to unprecedented limits,

He shook hands magnanimously with the peons; when usually he held a
handkerchief stuffed snugly to his nose; to superficially avoid their
odor
while confronting them,

He let his hair descend down in wild streaks; when usually he made sure
every morning that each follicle was combed and oiled; till its last
root
projecting from his scalp,

He wore a loose and threadbare ragamuffin shirt; when usually he was
embellished in silken fabric; with the most omnipotent of scent
inundating
every pore of his skin,

He even winked at witnessing lovers in the park; blessing them for
their
future lives to unfurl; when usually he put such trespassers behind
iron
bars of custody,

And today he forgave everyone he interacted with; lived life the way he
did
when he was just born; as he knew it that this was the last time he
would
ever see this marvelous earth; 'THE LAST DAY OF HIS LIFE'…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The last thing I did before going to sleep

 

The last thing that a donkey did before going off to
sleep; was to kick loads of dust in vicinity; swish
its tail wildly in sheer contentment,

The last thing that the whale did before going off to
sleep; was to glide gleefully through the dark waters;
masticating scores of small fish with stupendous
relish; as it eventually settled on the coral reefs
for its nocturnal slumber,

The last thing that the lion did before going off to
sleep; was to thunderously roar; letting his voice
reverberate loud and blaring through the entire
forest; licking its paws in complete contentment,

The last thing that the leaves did before sleep; was
to sway gently with the breeze; whisper to the wind in
the mystical voice their umpteenth tales of the day;
as they curled up their surface to seek volumes of
cozy comfort,

The last thing that the frog did before going off to
sleep; was to jump about in animated exhilaration;
croak a trifle in its exhausted voice; letting all
insects pass infront of his nose; as it blended its
slimy body with the sprouting shoots of lush green
grass,

The last thing that the peacock did before going off
to sleep; was to spread its kingly feathers to a full
plumage; perch up blissfully in its nest on the tree;
as it nourished its eggs with gallons of passionate
air drifting from its beak,

The last thing that the stars did before going off to
sleep; was to tenderly kiss the clouds which swept
past; shimmer gingerly; lost in a world of enchanting
fantasy,

The last thing that the slave did before going off to
sleep; was to serve his master a glass of revitalizing
water; tucking himself as far as he could; within his
threadbare belongings to face the chilly night,

The last thing that the prince did before going off to
sleep; was to sip royal pints of grape wine; fondle
the entire ensemble of his opalescent jewels; adding a
twinkle to his eye as he stretched his legs into an
ocean of laziness,

The last thing that the snake did before going off to
sleep; was to wander about rampantly in the
wilderness; devouring newly hatched eggs with its
vicious teeth; as it crawled in its burrow to evade
the freezing snow flakes descending from the sky,

The last thing that the dancer did before going off to
sleep; was to frantically gyrate her body; igniting
loads of cheer and smiles; as she collapsed like a
dead heap on the floor; with her swollen lids
incorrigibly refraining to open till the crack of
dawn,

The last thing that the tortoise did before going off
to sleep; was to poke its neck as far as possible;
greedily absorbing the tenacious moonlight; as it
turned topsy-turvy on its shell; to feast on the
placid cool lingering in the atmosphere,

The last thing that the Bar Man did before going off
to sleep; was to swim in a deluge of inebriating
whisky; sight his reflection bleary eyed in the same;
as he fell on his feet; finally succumbing to the
tumult and fatigue he had suffered in the day,
The last thing that the Politician did before going
off to sleep; was to make surreptitious phone calls to
his contacts spread far and wide; admonishing his
guards stringently to be on the vigil all night,

The last thing the mosquito did before going off to
sleep; was to incessantly suck blood from the flesh of
all those already fast asleep; as it had the biggest
laugh of its life waking up everybody; and only then
settling into a state of perennially contented rest,

The last thing that the dog did before going off to
sleep; was to wag its tail vigorously; daintily suckle
at its bowl of milk; as it stuffed its nose deep into
the recesses of its masters quilt,

The last thing that the pig did before going off to
sleep; was to protrude its nose in a stack of fresh
garbage dumped by the neighbors, as it prepared to
make its bed; amidst a pile of soiled paper and
unconsumed sandwich,

The last thing that the laborer did before going off
to sleep; was to emit the loudest yawn of his life;
uninhibitedly curse his boss for making him slog like
an ant under the sweltering heat of the Sun; as he
splashed water in the scorching mud around; clutching
his treasured possession's close to his chest; as he
took a vow to never wake up and work again,

And the last thing that I did before going off to
sleep; was to thank my God for bestowing upon me such
a beautiful life; recount to my mother even the most
minuscule of thing that I had undergone in the day;
and kiss my beloved on her forehead; before
surrendering inevitably to her embrace and thereby
give a new definition to the night…



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

 

The light diffusing from the sun was stupendously
dazzling in the morning;
gaining profound intensity by the onset of afternoon,
Although as the hours zipped by; the same sun set
behind the mountains; with
its brilliant rays now transiting into pathetic black.

The light emanating from the moon was an immaculate
white; subtly illuminating
the darkness of the night;
Although as the first hours of dawn stealthily crept
in; the moonlight simply
faded; without leaving a single trace.

The light radiating from the high voltage bulb was
wholesomely flamboyant;
piercing with stringent velocity through particles of
gloom,
Although when I merely caressed the switch with my
fingers; it abruptly shut
up without the slightest of struggle.

The light diffusing from the volcano was belligerent
and hostile; torching all
the animate that came in proximity,
Although when the tremors subsided; the same sparkle
got submerged in clouds
of insipid smoke.

The light emerging from traffic signals appeared
scintillating; blending
perfectly with the flurry of traffic traversing the
roads at nights,
Although the contraption failed to produce the same
effects in the morning;
when the natural shine of the sun overwhelmingly took
over.

The light originating from the stars was silvery in
complexion; besieging the
ambience with an enchanting mysticism,
Although when came the next morning; there was no sign
of the light as well as
the galaxy of prominent stars.

The light ejecting out from the mountain stream was a
juxtaposition of several
colors; as the sunrays punctured it,
Although it vanished into oblivion as nightfall took
its toll on the day.

The light arising from the computer screen was creamy
and fluorescent;
enticing the mundane man with lots of ease,
Although when I punched the button to a position of
closure; there was a dull
background of gray that flooded my eyes.

The light emitting from the sky was sapphire blue;
with blissful tinges of
golden,
Although the same was sighted as ominously black; with
the thunder clouds
hovering around.

And the light of our love was as everlasting as the
fragrance of god,
It radiated a perpetual immortal glow; which neither
faded in darkness; not
disappeared in the brightest of light.



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The Lord was perpetually watching you!

 

You might utter an infinite abuses on eternally spell-binding creation; in the most nonchalantly decaying of gutter pipe; where there dared not creep even the most parsimoniously uninterested of soul,

You might abominably execute an infinite dastardly lies; in the realms of meaninglessly menacing wilderness; where there dared not creep even the most ethereally lackadaisical of soul,

You might indiscriminately massacre an infinite innocent scalps; in the invidiously asphyxiating blackness of solitary midnight; where there dared not creep even the most fecklessly cowardly of soul,

You might sadistically wail an infinite tunes of death; in the aisles of demonically terrorizing hell; where there dared not creep even the most transiently anomalous of soul,

You might parasitically suck an infinite droplets of new-born blood; in the ominously thwarted labyrinths of the ominously cold-blooded dungeons; where there dared not creep even the most fugitively mercurial of soul,

You might sacrilegiously manipulate an infinite lives like lifeless commodities; in a despicably dying mist of nothingness; where there dared not creep even the most parsimoniously invisible of soul,

You might intransigently ridicule an infinite maimed and blind children; in the deserts of hopelessly crucifying boredom; where there dared not creep even the most inconspicuously intangible of soul,

You might abhorrently bombard an infinite civilizations of newness; in the midst of devastatingly pin-dropp sleep and cadaverous silence; where there dared not creep even the most penuriously deteriorating of soul,

You might satanically poison an infinite elements of altruistic simplicity; in the worthlessly livid vacuum that profanely existed between heaven and hell; where there dared not creep even the most incomprehensibly invisible of soul,

You might malevolently steal an infinite moments of happiness from the symbiotic; in the graveyards of fetidly exacerbated extinction; where there dared not creep even the most despairingly disappearing of soul,

You might torturously blind an infinite pristinely enchanting of eyes; in the hideously moonless blackness; where there dared not creep even the most ephemerally obfuscated of soul,

You might emotionlessly famish an infinite organisms of quintessential water and food; in the coffins of ruthlessly asphyxiating depression; where there dared not creep even the most despondently obsolete of soul,

You might deliriously incarcerate an infinite winds of philanthropic goodness; in the maniacally murderous tunnels of debauchery; where there dared not creep even the most inaudibly impoverished of soul,

You might heartlessly sell an infinite mothers including your very own; to earn those extra despicably worthless wads of currency; in the intolerably ribald nakedness of dusk; where there dared not creep even the most diminutively insipid of soul,

You might venomously besmirch an infinite brilliantly unfettered spirits of triumph; in the criminally uninhabited lanes of cannibalistic hatred; where there dared not creep even the most unrecognizably fluttering of soul,

You might unforgivably traumatize and hunt an infinite forests and priceless wildlife; in the indistinguishably ghoulish cry of the jinxed owl; where there dared not creep even the most indecipherably measly of soul,

You might barbarously close an infinite holistically impregnable breaths; in the gallows of cold-bloodedly excoriating prison; where there dared not creep even the most non-existently meaningless of soul,

You might lethally perpetuate the poison of betrayal in an infinite immortally passionate hearts; in the mortuaries of the deplorable devil; where there dared not creep even the most conceivably impoverished of soul,

And do whatever you wanted to; do wherever you wanted to; do whenever you wanted to; but remember O! disastrously greedy man; that if not anybody on this fathomlessly inscrutable Universe; but the Omnipotent Lord Almighty was perpetually watching you and simultaneously ever other organism like you!

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»The lord was watching you

 

Although there mightn’t be the most bucolic
insinuation of light around; with every conceivable
ingredient of the atmosphere being gruesomely
circumscribed with a coffin of darkness,

Although every leaf around might have slept an
infinite hours ago; with nothing but perpetual
stillness being the mantra of the lugubriously sullen
evening,

Although every trace of exuberantly ecstatic wind
around might have subsided to infinitesimally ethereal
dust; with every commercial activity on this
fathomless planet coming to an absolute standstill,

Although there might not be the tiniest trace of
civilization around; with even the most obsolete
shadows of bizarrely treacherous ghosts dogmatically
refraining from listlessly floating in free space,

Although the stars might be completely obfuscated in
mystical sky; by a viciously thunderous blanket of
voluptuously titillating clouds,

Although the enigmatically cavorting spiders around
might have transited into unbreakable sleep; with
orphaned strands of their royal webs; now
disintegrating into a boundless bits of nothingness,

Although the exotically spell binding flowers around
might have invidiously crumbled into a disorientedly
befuddled heap; with every of their once enchantingly
redolent petals now coalescing with wisps of
worthlessness,

Although the waves of the ebulliently rhapsodic sea
around might have drowned into feckless extinction;
with nothing but unimaginably heartless space taking
insidious and complete control,

Although even the most subservient element of
squelched moisture around might have dried to a
ghastly death; with ludicrously imperturbable
austerity forever reigning supreme,

Although the uninhibited cries of the newborn around
might have horrifically asphyxiated; with even the
sound of a mercurial pin irrevocably restraining to
come from the ground,

Although the unlimitedly gigantic shadows around might
have surreptitiously enveloped every conceivable
object in vicinity; with the eyes finding it
overwhelmingly difficult to sagaciously discern
between the black and scintillatingly white,

Although the innocuously whispering grasshoppers
around might have surrendered themselves in mind; body
and spirit; to graveyards of horrifically dumb
silence,

Although the thunderously resonating echoes around
might have pathetically dissolved into a mortuary of
decrepit emptiness; resigning to the inevitably
acerbic unveiling of time,

Although the inanely fragile footprints around might
have shrunk into the aisles of dastardly oblivion;
with agglomerated conviviality being a remorsefully
far cry,

Although the spirit of unflinchingly fearless
patriotism might have ridiculously dwindled around;
with unbelievably peaceful sighs replacing the
triumphantly blazing clanging of the impregnable
swords,

Although the minute hand and hour hand of the
grandfather clock around might have remained
irretrievably agglutinated at the same spot; even as
time rampantly sped by,

Although every speck of brilliant versatility around
might have metamorphosed into a miserably slavering
well of abysmal nonchalance; with even the most
miraculously galloping inspiration fading under the
midday Sun,

Although every breath around might have subsided into
the realms of hell even before one could inhale it
out; and each wisp of life might have grotesquely
died,

O! Yes; Even if the entire earth around might have
closed its eyes or come to a perpetually disillusioned
standstill: Remember that the most fugitively frigid
action of yours was being ardently watched by the
Omnipotent Lord Almighty; so watch your step dear
mate; and make sure that it treads towards
righteousness; righteousness and just immortally
humanitarian and symbiotically unconquerable
righteousness; whenever you dare to tread…


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