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»Terrorism and Immortal Love

 

You either take to terrorism; to tirelessly liberate the enslaved agony of your soul; at being ruthlessly divested of those quintessentially blissful ingredients of life; at the hands of chauvinistic anarchists,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already liberated of even the tiniest of your agony; with every unfurling beat of your interminably passionate heart…

You either take to terrorism; to earn unsurpassable treasuries of currency; without slogging and persevering it the hard way out in inexplicably enamoring existence,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already the most pricelessly blessed organism on planet divine; with every unfurling beat of your majestically unimpeachable heart…

You either take to terrorism; to assert your dominance over countless other entities of your living kind; upon whom you otherwise felt you could never ever have supremely ruled,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already the most compassionately undefeatable organism alive for innumerable more births of yours; with every unfurling beat of your royally impeccable heart…

You either take to terrorism; to rightfully avenge and heal the sordidly ungainly wounds on your persona; dastardly inflicted by a handful of truants; nations; enemies or kingdoms,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already miraculously ameliorated and healed of every of your internal and external wound; with every unfurling beat of your symbiotically amiable heart….

You either take to terrorism; to enrich every single person of your kin; with the most unconquerably enviable luxuries of life; infallibly prove to them that the entire world run on your singular commands,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already making not just your kin; but every living being on this Universe; experience the ultimate utopia of the heavens; with every unfurling beat of your magnanimously ardent heart…

You either take to terrorism; to limitlessly capture every cranny of this earth; embed your very own signature on every conceivable space and object frequenting the most invisibly thinnest of air,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already Omnipresent on every tangible trajectory of this fathomless Universe; with every unfurling beat of your enchantingly silken heart….

You either take to terrorism; to grant even the most incomprehensibly uncurbed fantasy of yours; the most final proportions of execution and unlimited supremacy,
But I’ll tell you take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already floating in the cradle of unending fantasy suspended from the clouds of paradise; with every unfurling beat of your bounteously magnetic heart…

You either take to terrorism; to greedily assimilate all what you ever could in an entire lifetime; in just a single moment of barbarously indiscriminate power,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already blessed with all the wealth; all the virtues of a countless more lives this very moment; with every unfurling beat of your vivaciously virile heart….

You either take to terrorism; to pass time and simultaneously metamorphose every ardent dream of yours into an unbreakable reality; as just a single bullet violently reverberated from your pistol,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already engaged in the most unassailably fructifying activity without having to seek any other profession; with every unfurling beat of your victoriously effulgent heart…

You either take to terrorism; to prove that there was no God who existed on the firmament of this endless Universe; and it was solely you who controlled the destinies of every entity existing and beyond; at the tap of your intricately nimble finger,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already the most Omnipotent God of every aspect of your very ownself; with every unfurling beat of your jubilantly unfettered heart….

You either take to terrorism; to gain the fame and attention of the entire globe; as every other option that you tried left you aimlessly wandering in the jailhouses of bizarrely maiming extinction,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already the most indisputably crowned king of vivid existence; with every unfurling beat of your spell-bindingly triumphant heart…

You either take to terrorism; to live each moment of life unfathomably larger than it seems; with every tangibly beautiful object and puff of air on this unending earth; handsomely capsized and placed upon your bohemian fists,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already parading as the most insuperable and tallest organism on this boundless Universe; eternally higher than the clouds; with every unfurling beat of your wondrously bewitching heart…

You either take to terrorism; to bring about a spectacularly blissful renaissance and improvement in the condition of your own country and tribe; sadistically oppressed by some cannibalistic superpowers of the ever-proliferating earth,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already being victoriously reborn and reincarnated alongwith every single dead and living organism on this ecstatic planet; with every unfurling beat of your everlastingly humanitarian heart…

You either take to terrorism; just because of your ominously repressed and thwarted desires of the flesh; just because your venerated wife was openly flirting and sinfully liaisoning with another man right infront of your very own eyes,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already being married to an infinite epitomes and skies of sensuous virility every single instant; with every unfurling beat of your poignantly infallible heart…







You either take to terrorism; to break the norms of the conventionally turgid society; which have virtually no substance and identity; and which have forced the entire human society to live in the dungeons of maniacal incarceration since centuries unprecedented,
But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal Love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already liberating towards the winds of the ultimate heaven and impregnable freedom; gregariously bonded with the entire heavenly Universe; with every unfurling beat of your perennially mesmerizing heart…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Thanking the Creator

 

If i lost a leg in vagaries of disdainful war,
i would limp for the remainder of my disillusioning
life,
thanking the creator for having blessed me with a twin
pair of sturdy feet.

if my persona was brusquely submerged in gruesome
darkness,
dazzling light of the sun seemed as smudged outlines
of molten ice-cream,
i would thank the creator for bestowing upon me the
hind sight of hearing.

if daintily painted coats of my nail got severely
punctured,
the skin peeling off with droplets of pure blood,
i would thank god for embedding hollow sockets of my
arm with iron hands
jutting out.

if infinite hair on my scalp tumbled down in
lackluster unison,
rendering my head resembling a barren ocean; bereft of
goldfish,
i would thank the almighty for endowing me with the
power to regenerate.

if i sporadically lost the gift of eloquent speech,
incorrigibly failing in my attempts to utter the
faintest of sound,
i would heartily thank god for showering me with the
gift of effusive
expression.

if my heartbeats temporarily deserted me at midnight,
my face contorting spasmodically gripped with the
onset of deathly paralysis,
i would convey my thanks to the creator; for atleast
sparing my life.

and if my beloved departed tragically for her
expedition to heaven,
relinquishing me alone in a world of abhorrence and
corruption,
with nostalgic memories of the times we laughed,
broke down into tears at the slightest of provocation,
i would still thank the almighty for the time he kept
her,
for me to obsessively admire; on this earth.


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

 

Thank you for providing your shoulder; for me to lean upon in my times of inexplicable distress,

Thank you for wiping my tears; when they oozed out profusely all day and night,

Thank you for camouflaging my skin under your garment; when it was wholesomely helpless and unable to face this world,

Thank you for whispering into my ears words of courage and fortitude; when the infiltrators were just about to barge into my camp,

Thank you for standing by my stubborn attitude; sticking to my ideals; even though it meant sacrificing precious years of your life,

Thank you for serving me with appetizing delicacies; preparing food for me according to my whims; even at the middle of freezing night,

Thank you for consoling me incessantly; when dawn seemed far away; and when success was just a short-lived night,

Thank you for pacifying my anger; when in fact if you didn’t; I would have landed in prison for assassinating lecherous mankind,

Thank you for caressing my raw bruises with your soft palms; impregnating in them the divine power to heal at amazing speeds,

Thank you for tolerating my flirtatious tendencies; still accepting me as your husband; inspite of my philandering whenever I got the chance,

Thank you for assisting me in taking the most prudent decision; clutching my body tightly when I felt I would swoon like dead fish on the ground,

Thank you for shaving off unruly strands of beard from my cheek every morning; massaging my scalp vigorously to impart me with Godly rejuvenation,

Thank you for patiently listening to my rebukes; cooling my frazzled senses with the ointment of your romance,

Thank you for keeping our house meticulously clean; spreading the tantalizing perfume of your passionate breath in every corridor that I tread,

Thank you for bearing my progeny; helping me continue my chapter of existence; even decades after I died,

Thank you for making me feel like a man; everytime I felt cowardly; thought of relinquishing this world,

And over and above all thank you for making all my dreams come true; inspiring me to become what the world recognized me today; a good father; a good individual; and most importantly a good human being; to light several other's gloomy day…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Tarzan of the jungle

 

He rambunctiously gallivanted through the dense shrubs; swirled at gay
abandon
on extruding creepers of animate trees,

Tenaciously rubbed rotund pieces of flint stone; to incinerate a
smokeless
fire,

Feasted himself on clusters of ripened bananas; a conglomerate of wild
apple
and succulent fruit,

Viciously attacked savage beasts; strangulating the same by mercilessly
grabbing their slender necks,

Garrulously gulped water from the fresh water springs; stooping as low
as he
could to submerge his face entirely in the ravishing water,

Philandered merrily through cloistered underground caves; basking in
the gleam
of the glittering gold coins; with his pet rattler wound round his
neck,

Audaciously crept his hands into venomous spider webs; passionately
fondling
with its serrated tentacles,

Replicated the voices of a host of birds with astoundingly similarity;
meticulously deciphering the meaning conveyed therein,

Clambered up with nonchalant ease; a cluster of tall trees with the
uncanny
agility of a mongoose,
Didn’t mind ravenous mosquitoes sucking his blood; inviting them
chivalrously
to bite his skin,

Intrepidly battled the hostile crocodile on the marshy swamps; snapping
apart
its jaws into minuscule fragments,

Had a severe abhorrence for alien tourists; marauding his privacy with
a fleet
of boats and contemporary contrivances,

Possessed infinite pairs of bulging muscles; which glistened
magnificently
under the golden sun,

Had incongruous wisps of long hair cascading freely down his back;
abnormally
large peripheral eyes resembling the moon,

Ate sumptuous fish raw; after catching them from fathomless distances
beneath
the pellucid stream,

Rode bareback throughout the meandering forest; sitting majestically on
the
back of a striped panther,

Could stare unrelentingly at sun for hours; without flinching the
slightest
portion of his lids,

Communicated adroitly with the wildlife circumventing; using a plethora
of
vibrant insinuations,

Had an armory of pearly teeth; which crept up enchantingly from under
his
luscious lips,

Was oblivious to the prevailing time; day and month of the unveiling
year;
wholesomely relying on the sun and moon to guide his way through,

He had been left years ago by his mother; amongst a cluster of savage
wolves,

Suckled milk from the protuberant teats of his lion mother; sleeping
quietly
as an angel against her fur coated belly,

With a threadbare piece of loin cloth being his sole attire since times
immemorial; he was adeptly christened by all as 'TARZAN OF THE JUNGLE'.




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»That exactly and perpetually meant

 

I wasn’t the most infinitesimal iota sad; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was enshrouded by cloudbursts of untamed ecstasy; and was invincibly happy,

I wasn’t the most parsimonious iota negative; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was indefatigably embracing the Sun of unflinchingly unbridled optimism; and was triumphantly positive,

I wasn’t the most minuscule iota impotent; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was proliferating into astoundingly victorious newness every unfurling instant of the day; and was unassailably virile,

I wasn’t the most mercurial iota defeated; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was kissing the most royal epitomes of insuperable success; and was unbelievably victorious,

I wasn’t the most infidel iota ugly; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was unceasingly blessed with the heavens of celestial resplendence; and was inimitably beautiful,

I wasn’t the most vanishing iota diminishing; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most unconquerable crusader of tomorrow; and was eternally blossoming,

I wasn’t the most diminutive iota hapless; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was serendipitously bestowed in every singleton aspect of destined life; and was impregnably fortunate,

I wasn’t the most invisible iota weak; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was boundlessly impregnated with the most undaunted of calcium; and was fearlessly strong,

I wasn’t the most fugitive iota sacrilegious; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most untainted apostle of sacredness; and was Omnipotently divine,

I wasn’t the most abstemious iota wayward; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was unshakably parading towards the path of symbiotic righteousness; and was indisputably straight,

I wasn’t the most oblivious iota criminal; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most unconquerable harbinger of humanity; and was miraculously philanthropic,

I wasn’t the most inconspicuous iota cacophonic; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was incessantly bouncing in the aisles of harmonious rhapsody; and was gloriously mellifluous,

I wasn’t the most obsolete iota invisible; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was seen on every tangible and intangible cranny of this fathomless Universe at the same time; and was majestically Omnipresent,

I wasn’t the most eloping iota dirty; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was perched on the most unshakably bountiful apogee of hygiene; and was Omnisciently clean,

I wasn’t the most surreptitious iota abhorrent; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was tirelessly embracing every echelon of humanity till my very last veritable breath; and was limitlessly egalitarian,

I wasn’t the most evaporating iota nostalgic; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was inexorably galloping on the Spartan roads of quintessential livelihood; and was profoundly pragmatic,

I wasn’t the most vespered iota parasitic; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was wholeheartedly donating every fraction of my wealth with both my hands; and was timelessly benevolent,

I wasn’t the most obfuscated iota delirious; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was blissfully nestling in the nests of magically uplifting calmness; and was effulgently calm,

I wasn’t the most dilapidated iota ribald; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was tirelessly floating in castles of unsurpassably glittering gold and silver and was incomparably royal,

I wasn’t the most evanescent iota lying; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most indomitable ray of eternally enlightening righteousness; and was bounteously truthful,

I wasn’t the most ethereal iota lazy; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was wafting into the sweat of timelessly righteous symbiotism all night and day; and was undyingly persevering,

I wasn’t the most transient iota devastating; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was evolving unlimited skies of synergistic miracles on every pathway that I tread; and was unstoppably magical,





But although I wasn’t the most ephemeral iota “Dead”; yet that exactly and perpetually meant; that every beat of my immortal soul would forever continue to love; you; you and only you; every unraveling instant of my enchanting life; and would continue to be “Alive” for you; and only you; O! poignantly godly Beloved; even an infinite centuries after my treacherously gory death…

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

 

Every tree flooded the atmosphere with vibrantly
exhilarating breeze; blissfully impregnating a wave of
enchantment in the dolorously deadened atmosphere
around,
But my eyes were intransigently searching for that
tree which yielded compassionate shade; engulfing even
the most infinitesimal iota of my monotonous
dreariness; with astoundingly heavenly tranquility….

Every cloud in the fathomless sky looked vividly
enchanting; celestially drifting into boundless bits
of satiny space,
But my eyes were uncompromisingly searching for that
cloud which would torrentially rain; entrench every
dying pore of my countenance with ecstatic tumblers
of; divinely ravishing rain water….

Every wave in the gigantic ocean was gloriously
undulating; disseminating into a festoon of enamoring
froth after clashing against the chain of majestically
ragged rocks,
But my eyes were unrelentingly searching for that wave
which would reach the shores of my tyrannically
tortured life; Omnisciently enlightening it with
unconquerable optimism and tanginess….

Every flower marvelously blossomed at the crack of
bountifully fascinating dawn; regally lighting the
complexion of the mystically resplendent valley,
But my eyes were indefatigably searching for that
flower which would deluge the withering coffin of my
existence with unassailable fragrance; handsomely
perpetuate each aspect of my life with the sacred
spirit of mankind….

Every shadow beautifully lengthened after the ball of
flaming Sun disappeared behind the horizons;
eventually blending with the fabric of the royally
twinkling night,
But my eyes were irrevocably searching for that shadow
which would wholesomely drape my diminutively
trembling form; with an unprecedentedly enthralling
maelstrom of eternal sensuousness….

Every trail unfurled into a mystically appeasing
entrenchment; an uncanniness that was a challenge for
the living organism to dexterously tackle,
But my eyes were relentlessly searching for that trail
which would perennially lead me into the aisles of
amiable togetherness; where I could uninhibitedly bond
with life; irrespective of spurious caste; creed;
color of tribe….

Every ray of the Omnipresent Sun ingratiatingly
sizzled the earth; blazing its way through even the
most clammiest crannies of disparagingly darkened
malice,
But my eyes were unfathomably searching for that ray
which would trigger a sky of benign goodness in my
brutally lambasted life; maneuver me towards the
meadows of irrefutably princely righteousness….

Every breath that diffused pumped quintessential life
into the abysmally collapsing form; rejuvenating the
undefeatedly unparalleled elixir of survival to the
most unsurpassable limits,
But my eyes were inexhaustibly searching for that
breath which would be my timeless companion for
infinite more births to come; never making me feel
that I was treacherously solitary; orphaned and
alone….

And every woman on this colossal globe was inherently
beautiful; possessing the most pricelessly tender
characteristics of the Lord’s symbiotic creation,
But my eyes were tirelessly searching for that woman
who would bond the beats of her heart forever with
mine; forever love me more than I could ever love my
own life….



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The air which my mother breathed

 

The air leaking form the air-conditioner was ergonomically cold,
Pacifying tumultuous anger of people; frantically quarreling in the acrimonious summer heat.

The air diffusing from the ground; after fresh spells of monsoon rain,
Possessed a heavenly aroma of unbaked grass; tantalizing the nostrils into a partial stupor.

The air emanating from saline waves of the ocean; was blended with fine spray of sand,
Revived nostalgic reminisces of the evanescent past; impregnating the body with the spirit of adventure.

The air in close proximity with parched sands of desert; was like a sizzling inferno,
Was not conducive to breathe; provoking loud yelps and screams when caressed by nimble pair of feet.

The air prevailing at astronomical heights of the mountain precipice; was astoundingly thin,
Leading to austere problems of suffocation; camouflaging the face with mighty cylinders of oxygen.

The air floating in the dilapidated mansion; was blended with truckloads of dust,
Prompted iterative bouts of sneezing; had an obnoxious stench of dead rat and literature.

The air circulating in the cake shop; was ingratiatingly ravishing,
Inundating innumerable bowels with insatiable hunger; acting as an inevitable stimulant to eat.

The air revolving round the dense foliage of trees; was as pure as an angel,
Expurgating its harmful ingredients into the blanket of leaves; acquiring the sedate calm of shining moon.

The air imprisoned inside a rubber balloon; died a gruesome death every unleashing minute,
Got perpetual freedom in the end; as the contraption burst with obstreperous bangs.

The air that flowed out of humid nostrils; was luke warm in temperature,
Revealing a plethora of passion captivated within the soul; highlighting the zest to lead life.

And the air my mother hissed down my persona; was the most immaculate of them all,
For it was the very air that had created me; the air that had articulately nourished my arms and feet,
The air which had made me actually witness; the atmosphere I was engulfed by; at the reigning moment.
 
»The art of shaving

 

Transparent droplets of water rolled down my cheek,
crusty white liquid was produced in bountiful spray,
piercing tunes blasted from sleek sound systems,
fountains of water oozed from the shower at electric
speeds,
hot geyser lights burned incessantly,
coats of wall plaster glistened in dull radiance,
tablets of green soap lay bare on the mantelpiece,
rich spun towels hung from articulately curved hooks,
tonnes of washing powder evacuated a cluster of
bacteria,
as i stared into the crystal mirror,
suspended a few feet below the ceiling weaved with
corrugations.

i filled a large tumbler with mineral water,
dissolved filaments of chili for pungent perfume,
poured frosty denim foam wildly compressing the nozzle
pipe,
stirred the mixture with round sticks of silver,
caressed hard stalks of my hair,
with pea sized amounts of yellow cream,
scraped untidy mass of overgrown stubble,
with deft strokes of twin platinum blades,
splashed my face clean with handfuls of ice water,
slaughtered remnant traces of untrimmed hair,
with steady applications of blow dryer gun,
breathed a sigh of relief at last,
sprinkling my immaculately shaven flesh,
with revitalizing wisps of the cologne aftershave.




© nikhilparekh
 
»The Art was always yours

 

The more stringently you tried to attempt it; the more
abominably it ran away from you; eluding you like the
wail of the surreptitiously wailing fox,

The more austerely you searched for it; the more
abhorrently it shirked you; cold bloodedly kicking you
on your; intricately silken hindside,

The more incorrigibly you wanted it; the more
salaciously it whipped you; pugnaciously repelling you
till realms beyond infinite infinity; to wander in a
land of worthless nothingness,

The more indefatigably you chased it; the more
viciously it stabbed you; sporadically appearing right
before your eyes; but unfortunately never being only
yours,

The more intractably you tried to follow it; the more
venomously did it fox you; rendering you gasping for
breath and life; as you miserably staggered upon every
step,

The more intransigently you stared at it; the more
manipulatively it got more and more inconspicuous in
size; literally blinding you to grope in a tunnel of
gruesomely hapless darkness,

The more forcefully you tried to evolve it; the more
ludicrously it jeered you; making meaningless mockery
of your charismatic persona; in front of the entire
Universe outside,

The more stubbornly you tried to assimilate it; the
more smoothly it vanished from your impregnably
clenched fists; handsomely soaring abreast the satiny
clouds; while you spat angrily at your very own
reflection,

The more resolutely you tried to capture it; the more
rebelliously it slapped you; as you pathetically
swooned for times immemorial upon treacherously cold
ground,

The more greedily you tried to savor it; the more
triumphantly it escaped from your mind for infinite
more yet to come; leaving you to stagnate; in a
ghastly corpse of remorseful morbidity,

The more possessively you tried to embrace it; the
more congenially it blended with every other entity on
this fathomless planet; except your ardently yearning
soul,

The more obsessively you tried to chant it; the more
heinously it slipped from the very center of your
tongue; dumbing you perpetually; to bear the tyranny
of the murderously savage world outside,

The more irretrievably you tried to cherish it; the
more it started to fade like an obsolete mirage from
the whites of your eye; as you ridiculously ended up
relinquishing the last iota of breath; for its
priceless sake,

The more fervently you tried to pray for it; the more
it made sure that it would reside in another dwelling
and not yours; submerging you forever in whirlpools of
disastrously gory darkness,

The more iteratively you tried to make it a fanatic
part of your religion; the more it deserted you like
the flames desert the crumbling matchstick; making
sure that your entity coalesced only with raw dust,

The more tirelessly you tried to conquer it; the more
irascibly surreptitious it became; enticing you like a
nubile princess beside its seductive grace; before
eventually making you taste maliciously stinking pig
skin on the obdurate ground,

The more insanely you tried to make it an integral
element of your breath; the more violently it shrugged
your shivering visage; hatefully hurling you back to
the very place; where you belonged before you were
born,

The more cleverly you tried to bond it with every of
your lackadaisically penurious beats; the more it
dolorously dulled even the most infinitesimal trace of
energy in your chest; as you asked the Lord to condone
you from; devastatingly penalizing death,

It was unfortunately unlike other things in life;
which when you tried the hardest for; would eventually
and forever be yours,

For all you had to do was uninhibitedly open the
chords of your mind; heart and soul; breathe naturally
in symbiotic conjunction with God’s bountiful
Universe; and Lo! Behold; the greatest artist poured
out from your beautiful countenance; and the art that
had always beguiled you previously; was now and
timelessly; always yours….



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

 

Your eyes made me the best poet in this Universe;
penning down unsurpassable lines of mystical verse;
profoundly lost in the tunnel of their majestic
enchantment,

Your cheeks made me the best artist in this Universe;
sketching the mesmerizing outlines of your shadow as
you royally walked,

Your hair made me the best dancer in this Universe;
gyrating enigmatically under the milky moon as they
swished; drowning myself profusely in the exuberant
energy that radiated from their countenance,

Your eyelashes made me the best sculptor in this
Universe; molding ingratiating magic out of threadbare
bits of clay; capturing the beauty of the wind in my
myriad of vivacious shapes,

Your lips made me the best musician on this Universe;
diffusing an incomprehensible battalion of melodious
tunes; wholesomely drifting with the divinely aura
lingering around your demeanor,

Your scent made me the best Doctor on this Universe;
efficaciously treating the most heinous of disease
with nonchalant ease; instilling in me insurmountable
fortitude to rise upto every occasion of life,

Your fingers made me the best magician on this
Universe; as I cast my astounding spell on every
entity who encountered me in my way; tumultuously
inspired by your magnetic senses,

Your palms made me the best astrologer on this
Universe; prognosticating the most inconspicuous of
disaster likely to happen; remembering the
rhapsodically tinkling sound of your footsteps,

Your leap made me the best athlete in this Universe;
exploring every corner of the planet; with untamed
euphoria engulfing the most remotest corner of my
dreary bones,

Your speech made the best philosopher in this
Universe; advocating the most sacrosanct ideologies of
humanity; blending with the uninhibited philanthropism
which flowed handsomely from your visage,

Your tenacity made me the best devotee in this
Universe; supremely realizing the irrefutably
invincible results of conviction in the inner self,

Your charisma made me the best achiever on this
Universe; rising from a traumatized mountain of ashes;
each time I tripped like a pack of devastated cards on
obdurate ground,

Your soul made the best scholar on this Universe;
disseminating all that I had imbibed since the first
cry of nascent birth; to the most obsoletely neglected
parts of this colossal earth,

Your stride made me the best conqueror on this
Universe; marching unrelentingly with an unflinching
glimmer in my eyes; to keep escalating even after the
absolute summit of success,

Your spirit of unity made me the best humanitarian on
this Universe; embracing even the most alien around
me; as my revered garland of brothers and sisters,

Your smile made me the best optimist on this Universe;
incinerating a sky of dazzling light; in the midst of
satanically savage and despairing darkness,
Your conscience made me the most truthful being on
this Universe; relinquishing the tiniest trace of
evil; drifting into a paradise of impeccable
righteousness,

Your breath made me the best person existing alive on
this Universe; having the astronomical resilience to
take birth an infinite times; till the time I
metamorphosed my dreams as well as those of my mates;
into an immortal reality,

And your heart made me the best lover on this
Universe; bonding with the threads of perpetual
belonging; riding and sharing the wave of ebulliently
swirling passion; in every form; that I took birth
again and again and again…

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