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»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…


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

 

Shaking a cluster of hair vigorously; was a symbol of
euphoric ecstasy,
Moving the feet unrelentingly; was a symbol of acute
nervousness,
Punching the fists vehemently in placid air; was a
symbol of impetuous
indignation,
Opening the lips partially towards the moon; was a
symbol of celestial
dreaming,
Fluttering the eyelids viciously; was a symbol of
flirtatious mischief,
Clenching the fortress of teeth in a grimace; was a
symbol of incorrigible
anger,
Whistling incessantly to tunes of unheard music; was a
symbol of frantic
fantasizing,
Biting the supple nail coat of calcium from fingers;
was a symbol highlighting
sheer contemplation,
Beads of cold sweat uncannily trickling down the
forehead; was a symbol of
intense fear,
A battalion of crimson pores emanating from tender
skin; was a symbol of
contracting disdainful measles,
Excruciating pain in the bones while hoisting the
bucket; was a symbol of
distressing fracture,
Frequent sensations of emptying the bladder; was a
symbol of anticipatory
excitement,
A plethora of goose-bumps diffusing from soft flesh;
was a symbol of shivering
in austere cold,
Waking up with startled jerks a few hours after
midnight; was a symbol of
witnessing a ghastly nightmare,
Obstreperously swallowing gargantuan gulps of
cold water; was a
symbol of insatiable thirst,
Gasping for precious breath after long sprints of
running; was a symbol of
tumultuous exhaustion,
Unruly stubs of hair projecting from the disheveled
face; was a symbol of
refraining to shave,
Intractably staring at piles of glittering gold in the
treasury; was a symbol
of malicious cupidity,
Licking the lips voraciously after consumption of
meal; was a symbol of
fulfilling gratification,
Dancing exuberantly till the first rays of new dawn;
was a symbol of
overwhelming jubilation,
Sleeping for marathon hours extra even after the
rising of dazzling sun; was a
symbol of lackluster life,
And the violent beating of heart; blended with
feelings of uninhibited
passion; was a symbol of instantaneous love.

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Sympathy is worse than death….

 

Sympathy makes an organism feel dreadfully weak—as if the world around it had metamorphosed into a coffin of morose blackness; though an infinite streams of scarlet blood still ran enthusiastically through each of its blessed veins,

Sympathy makes an organism feel lividly inferior—with every living being in vicinity appearing to be a boundless times stronger; though they both were royally equal by the grace of the unparalleled Omnipotent Lord,

Sympathy makes an organism inadvertently lick decrepit dust—whereas it should’ve been unflinching marching forward in the fervor of bustling youth; head held high with its compatriot organism and only bowing down before the Lord Almighty,

Sympathy makes an organism a veritably devilish parasite-forever leaning and sucking upon its good-willed befriender; though volcano’s of latent energy itched to fulminate from each of its robustly handsome veins,

Sympathy makes an organism wholesomely lose its own voice—as it started to profusely relish the extravagant attention and care; preferred to fantasize about the things that it’d like to do in life; rather than honestly sweat it out and reach there,

Sympathy makes an organism overwhelmingly finicky and fastidious about the tiniest of things—again and again finding faults with the most majestically perfect of creation; as there was always a person to wholesomely commiserate with its every eccentricity and peevish demand,

Sympathy makes an organism haplessly infertile-pathetically unable to indulge into even the most sensuously bountiful pleasures of life; as inevitable habit compelled it to let others complete its job of proliferating its very own kin,

Sympathy makes an organism miserably fail again and again-as the inexplicably stabbing blackness that it’d enshrouded itself with; incorrigibly denied any beam of optimistic sunlight to triumphantly creep in,

Sympathy makes an organism look frenetically naked even when fully clothed-as it indefatigably kept begging for being fed even that morsel of food; which lay copiously sprawled right into the center of its palms,

Sympathy makes an organism an irrefutable devil on the prowl-inexhaustibly searching for that shoulder to baselessly weep; and then disgustingly sleep-float in an unfathomable ocean of tears,

Sympathy makes an organism a dreadfully unbearable burden upon the planet-as it neither wholesomely died nor lived; just kept flagrantly loitering in-between the dormitories of certainty and uncertainty,

Sympathy makes an organism hopelessly deteriorate into nothingness with every unleashing minute—as his unstoppably taking the support of others; made his very own spine rust and eventually crumble to inconspicuous dust,

Sympathy makes an organism an irrevocably maimed beggar—as he shamefully lost all his ability to sight; hear and fearlessly speak; wantonly clinging like a deplorable leech to the panic button of every second person on the street,

Sympathy makes an organism a coffin of cursed negativity-spreading the wretched stench of satanic dependency upon every step that he dared tread; and thereby maligning the true spirit of symbiotically independent life,

Sympathy makes an organism lose all priceless self respect-an attribute which was profoundly embedded in each of its veins just like an infinite other of its counterpart; right since its very first divinely breath,

Sympathy makes an organism look like an invisible ghost infront of the mirror-such an abominable jinx that was impossible to break; once it surreptitiously passed itself on upon another equally insipid organism,

Sympathy makes an organism come to such an exasperating stage—that it started to unceasingly ridicule its very ownself; as there virtually none else in this world who was as inconsolably sick and helpless as its rapidly flailing form,

Sympathy makes an organism come to an earth-screeching lifeless halt—as after a period of time every door on the Universe brutally shut up on its deliberately tear stained face; and that’s when the true reality and hardship of life hit it right in the center of its eye,

And sympathy makes an organism entirely dead even in the heart of exuberantly infallible life-a lifelessly fetid carcass which was spat upon and shunted by every section of the society; even before it could try lifting its very first footstep on soil by itself…

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»Table Salt

 

When I rolled ravenously in it; inscribing incoherent
patterns in the powder
with my big toe,
It stuck to innumerable pores of my tender skin;
poignantly tickling every
part of my body.

When I smeared a parsimonious amount of it on my
tongue; the taste buds
instantly stood up; as if after a marathon period of
prolonged rest,
My throat cried for water soon after; to pacify its
inevitable thirst.

When I sprinkled it gently in the drifting breeze; it
rose high and handsome
in the atmosphere; adhering to the crisp tree leaves,
While some part of it descended down painstakingly;
causing my eyes to
profusely water as it barged in forcefully.

When I blended it with pure water; vigorously stirring
the concoction till it
spewed bubbles of sparkling froth,
The elixir produced was wholesomely spicy to drink;
and I washed my mouth
scrupulously clean; after consuming a few sips.

When I rubbed it fervently against the periphery of
succulent fruit;
completely engulfing the same with its surplus
fillings,
The berry remained as fresh as ever even after several
weeks had elapsed;
unperturbed by the onslaught of deleterious insects.

When mixed it with the chocolate brown soil; it
acquired evanescent tinges of
cream,
The mud now looked far more enticing; with streaks of
impeccable white clearly
accentuated.

When I heated it on the stove to form a composite bar
of soap; it willingly
underwent the metamorphosis,
And I felt hot fumes emanating from my persona; when I
took bath with it.

When I hurled it mischievously at passing pedestrians;
they were partially
perplexed by my uncanny behavior,
Their initial anger soon converted into intense
indignation; as they were left
scratching their flesh raw till it bled.

When I dissolved colossal pints of it in the
fathomless ocean; it was
supremely grateful,
Thanking me from its heart for submerging it back; in
the place it actually
belonged to.

And eventually when I added frugal pinches of it in my
food; my supper
transited to the tastiest of all times,
With commensurate proportions of sweetness and spice;
overwhelmingly
gratifying the pangs of hunger in my stomach,
It was now that my bottle of TABLE SALT had served me
to its absolute best;
had indeed embodied lots of color to my spiceless life


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Tablet of Soap

 

Washing tonnes of daily dirt,
a hexagon shaped carbolic bar,
producing gargantuan amount of froth when rubbed
vigorously,
obnoxious odour when mixed with fruit juice,
waves of scented euphoria for bulk of the day,
scraping blanket of germs from skin,
whitewashing body with germicidal paint brush,
gently caressing flesh with rich lather,
culminating into elastic bubble spray,
blending superbly with tepid tap water,
fumigating scalp hair, slaining chains of dandruff,
reinvigorating natural electric balance of body,
extremely bitter in taste with a mesmerizing smell,
a thorough essential inhabiting wash rooms,
available in plain, multicolored bars, wrapped in gaudy
paper,
transforming breathing idols of dirt, to immaculate
gods,
also used for washing, smudged clothes,
long silky curls of animal skin,
initiating allergic reaction while entering the eye,
is my beautiful red 'LUXURY TABLET OF SOAP'


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Tablets of Immortal Love

 

Tablets of overwhelmingly fabulous scent; to conquer
acrimoniously debilitating headache; miraculously
soothe and rejuvenate the traumatized nerves of scalp,

Tablets of nostalgically rhapsodic and impeccable
childhood; to conquer murderously diabolical monotony;
impregnate mystically reinvigorating dimensions to
sordid life,

Tablets of unflinchingly intrepid patriotism; to
conquer horrifically impeaching traitors; annihilating
them with swords of irrefutable righteousness; to
teach them the ultimate lessons of their life,

Tablets of enthrallingly mesmerizing beauty; to
conquer despicably grotesque ugliness; treacherously
dilapidated stagnation rotting in the aisles of
salaciously miserable hell,

Tablets of euphorically exotic and ravishing wind; to
conquer the curtainspread of dolorously derogatory
depression; trigger optimistic beams of desire in the
unfathomably satanic sonority; of the lecherous night,

Tablets of vivaciously resplendent rainbows; to
conquer the dungeon of deplorably painstaking silence;
blissfully perpetuate the gory cocoon of remorse with;
fountains of ebulliently jubilant cheer,

Tablets of melodiously fascinating sound; to conquer
the barbarically corrugated gutter of rambunctiously
blood sucking noise; the voices of indiscriminately
abhorrent terror spread all around,

Tablets of insatiably jubilating charisma; to conquer
the corpse of dreadfully pathetic remorse; ignite the
light of eternal happiness in all those deliberately
dwindling towards a ominous extinction,

Tablets of poignantly bountiful compassion; to conquer
the hideously profuse and ailing wounds of disdainful
malice; coalescing one and all alike; in the
mesmerizing cistern of humanity,

Tablets of enchantingly blissful fantasy; to conquer
daggerheads of lunatic mania; transit the
unsurpassably frazzled demeanor; into one with
resplendently twinkling sleep,

Tablets of wonderfully magical and Omnipotent rain; to
conquer the acridly sweltering heat of the
tyrannically lambasting deserts; replenish all those
impoverishedly famished with miraculous blessings; of
the majestic Almighty Lord,

Tablets of tantalizingly divine and benign smiles; to
conquer the inexplicably unrelenting agony of the
imprisoned soul; unfurl into a cloud of vivacious
timelessness,

Tablets of exuberantly exhilarating speed; to conquer
the graveyard of lackadaisical laziness; resurgently
bond in waves of uninhibited solidarity; to blaze on
the path towards truth and philanthropic triumph,

Tablets of astoundingly procreating evolution; to
conquer the obsolete walls of morbidly forlorn
oblivion; spawn an incomprehensible civilization of
tingling newness on even; the most nonchalantly
nondescript pathways of existence,

Tablets of mischievously flirtatious and naughty
winking; to conquer the venomous savagery of the
abominable corporate world; romance like a prince in
the aisles of unequivocally unprecedented desire,

Tablets of Omnisciently fabulous and discerning sight;
to conquer the blanket of worthlessly ghastly
darkness; emerge out as the most priceless messiah of
humanity and adding a celestial sparkle to all
brutally devastated lives,

Tablets of unassailably glittering and unshakable
truth; to conquer heinously pernicious well of
malevolently stinking lies; filter the Sun of
Omnipresent hope; in all those despairingly crippling
lives,

Tablets of invincibly ecstatic and heavenly breath; to
conquer the ludicrously dithering deathbed of
disparaging death; ubiquitously disseminate the tonic
of pricelessly grandiloquent life; every time the
planet earth was once again; marvelously born,

And tablets of immortally glorious and impregnable
love; to conquer the insidiously sinister chapter of
betrayal; irrefutably sign every page in the textbooks
of vibrant life; with the spirit of Godly
togetherness; the most sacred endowment of Almighty
God…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Taking the plunge

 

When I took a plunge into the treacherously perilous
valley; all that was left of me; was countless pieces
of raw chowder; disintegrated incoherently amidst the
conglomerate of ominous rock,

When I took a plunge into the web of unprecedented
lies; all that was left of me; was flaming embers of
inconspicuous ash; pathetically melting in the trauma
of insatiable malice,

When I took a plunge into the violently circulating
ceiling fan; all that was left of me; was boundless
bits of profuse blood and diminutive bone; as the
wings mercilessly beheaded me from each of my precious
senses,

When I took a plunge into the dungeon of hideous
scorpions; all that was left of me; was a mockingly
ghastly bodied caricature; as the beats infiltrated
their insidious fangs; well beneath the domains of my
immaculate flesh,

When I took a plunge into the battlefield of
indiscriminate bloodshed; all that was left of me; was
a horrendously ruptured eye; frantically groping for
illumination; even in the most flamboyantly sweltering
sunlight,

When I took a plunge into the fathomless avalanches of
satanic ice; all that was left of me; was a skeleton
of indefatigably clattering bones; rejected by even
the most famished of crocodile,

When I took a plunge into the lactating lionesses den;
all that was left of me; was infinitesimal bits of
hair strewn incongruously on cold ground; as the
monster penalized me to the most unsurpassable decree;
for trying to steal her impeccable cubs,

When I took a plunge into the graves of my revered
ones; all that was left of me; was an unrelenting
cloudburst of tears; as I sadly remembered my near and
dear; eccentrically transiting into sheer nostalgia;
even as the clock astoundingly sped,

When I took a plunge into the sea of lethally glaring
sharks; all that was left of me; was stray pieces of
brutally decimated cloth; which the beasts apparently
didn’t like,

When I took a plunge into the land of manipulative
commercialism; all that was left of me; was a stone
ghastily immune to all ecstasy and pain; even as
globules of tantalizing rain pelted ferociously
outside,

When I took a plunge into the corridors of abhorrent
betrayal; all that was left of me; was a poisonous
arrow ludicrously flying in all directions; eventually
burying itself infinite kilometers beneath dead soil;
miserably failing to hits its target outside,

When I took a plunge into the abominably thorny
cactus; all that was left of me; was a scarecrow with
an insurmountable flurry of scratches; wildly groping
for water; as sound irrevocably ceased to escape out
of my imprisoned mouth,

When I took a plunge into the horrifically despondent
gutter; all that was left of me; was a sardonically
titillating entity; becoming an unsurpassably
bountiful delight for savage pigs,

When I took a plunge into a pond of heinously
discriminating grease; all that was left of me; was a
fountain of inexplicable nervousness; disastrously
stumbling to kiss mud; each time I tried to elope and
alight,

When I took a plunge into the precarious electricity
switchboard; all that was left of me; was barbarically
electrocuted embers of worthless shit; simply unable
to coalesce into a bonded entity for never ending
times,

When I took a plunge into monotonous clockwork
machinery; all that was left of me; was an insipid
leaf of disdainful pragmatism; drifting sadly away
from enchanting fantasy and wonderfully exotic life,

When I took a plunge into nonchalantly lackluster
asphalt; all that was left of me; was an incorrigibly
condensed stone; lackadaisically rotting every second
towards the corpses of hell; as the globe smiled and
sang outside,

When I took a plunge into the platform of
incomprehensibly murderous knives; all that was left
of me; was an unfathomably bleeding soul; lingering
with supreme lunatism between fabulous heaven; and
depraving hell,

And when I took a plunge into the immortal beats of
your benevolent heart; all that was left of me; was
countless of my kind reborn again; impregnably
fortifying their pledge as each morning unveiled; to
embrace the entire planet; in invincible threads of
love and mankind…



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