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»The Biscuit of love

 

When I consumed a fat biscuit of mud; trying to
masticate it fervently with my
angular teeth,
I simply failed to succeed; the mud impregnated a
bitter taste in my mouth;
and I inevitably puked out the curry with anguished
sighs and gasps.

When I devoured a biscuit of stone; gulping It down
with a glassful of mineral
water,
My stomach felt a trifle uneasy trying hard to accept
this alien food; and it
finally came out intact and composite; a few hours
after I painstakingly
expurgated my bowels.

When I chewed a biscuit of royal gold; endeavoring to
soften it with the slimy
layer of my saliva,
Horrendous feelings of wasting currency engulfed my
mind; and I immediately
spewed out the biscuit; trying to retain its natural
contour and shine.

When I ate a rotund biscuit of condensed chocolate;
replete with bountiful
fillings of sweet candy,
I felt good in the beginning; but my felicity soon
transited into dismay; when
the blood report indicated that I had astronomically
high levels of sugar.

When I tasted a piquant biscuit of green chili;
blended commensurately with
garlic powder,
I rampantly screamed as if stabbed by a thousand burnt
needles; scampered like
never before to the nearest source of portable water.

When I put a biscuit of almond soap in my mouth; there
was gargantuan froth
produced as a manifestation,
Infinite bubbles elastic in texture now emanated
whenever I opened my mouth;
and there was an insurmountable urge in my persona to
thoroughly cleanse my
tongue.

When I languidly placed a biscuit of frozen snow in my
mouth; the complexion
of my face transformed to a scarlet crimson,
Unfathomable clusters of taste died there itself; and
I felt gruesome shivers
cascading down my spine.

When I attempted to gnaw at a biscuit of rusty iron;
there was tumultuous
force exerted on my teeth,
They finally buckled under the intractable pressure;
leaving rivulets of
sticky blood oozing from my lips.

When I feverishly tried to eat a biscuit of compressed
honey; there was an
infectious sweetness that enveloped my mouth,
But when I got up in the morning after a contended
nights sleep; there was a
battalion of red ant crawling all over; inserting
their tiny pincers in my
flesh.

And eventually when I consumed the biscuit of love;
which was stitched
meticulously by her; with threads of our perpetual
love,
My body felt profoundly rejuvenated; all the
dreariness seemed to have
evaporated into thin air; and it was now that I felt
that I was invincible;
beyond the inexplicable limits of this world.






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

 

The vast turbulent waters have a shade of cloud blue,
Possessing strong and high rising waves,
That gives a nice and hearty feeling,
And are unable to touch the highest nail on the ceiling.

The sky laughs at the waves,
Greets them with a lop-sided grin,
Advising them to keep fit and trim.

The advancing waters kiss the shore line,
They want to be near the sand,
To get far and distant from the obstreperous ferry band.
The waters move with the tune of the air,
Creating loud and stringent blares.

The sand seeps gallons of water at the shore,
Acting as a good and natural utility bore,
The colossal sea waters eventually evaporate into a dark cloud,
That gives the sound of loud rumbling thunder,
Pelting down sheets of much awaited torrential rain,
To enrich and develop the oncoming food grain.




© nikhilparekh
 
»The Bride

 

Shielding her eyes like a new born infant; with
traditional tinges of profuse mascara embellishing her
tantalizing eyelashes,

Pursing her voluptuously sculptured lips to the most
unprecedented limits; beads of silver perspiration
dribbling down her innocuous cheeks,

Admiring her persona profoundly; intermittently
glimpsing at the mirror; which glowed all the more
with her mesmerizing countenance,

Humming mystically to herself; as she restlessly
tossed on the grandiloquent carpet of moist grass,

Shivering in inexplicable excitement; like the dainty
globules of snow melting in poignant harmony under the
dazzling Sun,

Exuberantly inhaling the scent of the gorgeously
blossoming flowers; drowning herself into the heavenly
fragrance that emanated; till centuries immemorial,

Giggling uncontrollably at the tiniest provocation by
her friends; thoroughly astounded by her incredulously
tinkling laughter resonating countless times after
colliding with the walls,

Spending fathomless hours in front of her ostentatious
vanity glass; adorning each part of her vivacious
body; with a festoon of royally shimmering pearls,

Blushing to unfathomable limits with the ebulliently
gushing breeze; chasing gaudily striped butterflies
with a tenacity befitting the timeless angels,

Fidgeting with her nails in tumultuous rhapsody; an
inferno of insatiable passion dancing ardently in her
eyes,

Fantasizing beyond pragmatic boundaries of
comprehension; philandering with the stupendously
singing fairies high beyond realms of the sky,

Basking in the pearly magnificence of the midnight
moon; with her hands entwined in an insurmountably
compassionate stranglehold,

Whistling in inexorable ecstasy at the birds perched
on the trees; tracing the intricate lines of her palms
with her enchantingly glistening index finger,

Nostalgically reminiscing those moments when she first
cried in the lap of her mother; and the stage now when
she was about to become one,

Trespassing barefoot on the paths freshly blended with
rain; with the unbelievably seductive sound of her
golden anklets rousing every entity on this Universe;
from the heart of deep sleep,

Indefatigably feeling higher than the sapphire ocean
of clouds; although she transgressed in the fullest of
her senses on bare bits of loose soil,

Intransigently wishing for time to come to an abrupt
standstill; with her astronomically ravishing beauty
taking complete control of the mundane atmosphere,

Awaiting with fervent anticipation for the immortally
sacred marriage ceremony to unveil; bonding her
forever with the mate of her every dream,

She prayed tirelessly to the Creator; to bestow every
day of her life like this one; when she majestically
crowned herself and proudly proclaimed to all
listening; that she was indeed the BRIDE…….


© COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»The Brave are definitely those

 

Bravery is not the slightest in salaciously sucking blood; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so diabolically suck their blood; asking the Omnipotent Lord to further enlighten them with the spirit of benevolently priceless selflessness,

Bravery is not the slightest in brutally racist discrimination; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so satanically discriminate them; asking the unassailable Lord to further bless them with the winds of symbiotically infallible oneness,

Bravery is not the slightest in sacrilegiously unforgivable abuse; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so wretchedly abuse them; asking the triumphant Lord to further enrich them with mellifluously unshakable harmony,

Bravery is not the slightest in inconsolably delirious hatred; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so tyrannically hated them; asking the Omnipresent Lord to further replenish them with oceans of unsurpassable compassion,

Bravery is not the slightest in fanatically religious intolerance; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so horrendously desecrate them; asking the undefeated Lord to further sublime them with the one and only religion of humanity,

Bravery is not the slightest in devilishly deteriorating lies; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so maliciously deceive them; asking the eternal Lord to further immortalize them with the heavens of altruistic truth,

Bravery is not the slightest in inflicting pugnacious impoverishment; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so hideously make them poor; asking the ubiquitous Lord to further gift them with the insuperably redolent aura of unity,

Bravery is not the slightest in sadistically blinding; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so ghastily blinded them; asking the Omniscient Lord to further bestow them with the light of unconquerably egalitarian optimism,

Bravery is not the slightest in perpetuating dastardly homelessness; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so gorily devastated them; asking the benign Lord to further illuminate them with the lantern of pricelessly poignant togetherness,

Bravery is not the slightest in treacherously penalizing war; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so unsparingly bombarded them; asking the ever-pervading Lord to further rejuvenate them with the endlessly victorious Universe of peace,

Bravery is not the slightest in demonically victimizing rape; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so heartlessly raped them; asking the everlasting Lord to further ameliorate them with the desire to live and let live every unfurling instant of life,

Bravery is not the slightest in disastrously poisoning with the seeds of prejudice; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so egregiously vindicated them; asking the undying Lord to further motivate them with the quintessentially perennial ingredients of humanity,

Bravery is not the slightest in cold-bloodedly massacring artistry; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so wantonly maimed their arms and legs; asking the royal Lord to further fortify them with the skies of jubilantly amiable brotherhood,

Bravery is not the slightest in ominously dumbing the tongue; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so tawdrily circumscribed their freedom of speech; asking the impregnable Lord to further reinvigorate them with the limitless melody of divine creation,

Bravery is not the slightest in truculently freezing the senses; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so hedonistically pulverized their fantasies; asking the infallible Lord to further embellish them with the unendingly amalgamated strength of majestic living kind,

Bravery is not the slightest in despicably slandering slavery; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so bigotedly incarcerated them; asking the interminable Lord to further liberate them with the mantra of ecstatically divinely proliferation,

Bravery is not the slightest in licentiously shameful betrayal; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so cannibalistically broke their hearts; asking the bountiful Lord to further rehabilitate them with all the richness of mother nature on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,

Bravery is not the slightest in politically perverted terrorism; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those so mercilessly evaporated every trace of their felicity; asking the unchallangable Lord to further metamorphose them into the ultimate paradise of peace and humanitarian prosperity,

And Bravery is not the slightest in sinfully killing an infinite of living and mankind; but the brave are definitely those who still perpetually pray for all those who so uncouthly asphyxiated the air in their lungs; asking the Lord to further consecrate them with the immortally philanthropic atmosphere of vivid life…


©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»The Broken heart needed

 

The broken door of pure rosewood needed a carpenter to
repair it; replenishing its distorted edges with loads
of compassionate varnish and an array of hostile
nails,

The broken slabs of building needed an engineer to
refurbish it; reinforcing its surface with lanky beams
and columns; fortifying its gaping string of holes
with rich chunks of cement and concrete,

The broken pieces of cloth needed a tailor to stitch
them; blend the scattered fragments together; to
evolve the stupendous garment again,

The broken checkbooks and torn documents of financial
operation needed a banker to resurrect them; spawn
ingeniously manipulative policies to ensure that all
business bounced back to robust normalcy,

The broken switchboards needed an electrician to
configure them; intermingle the boundless conglomerate
of wires to produce sparkling beams of untainted
light,

The broken fields needed a farmer to plough them; sow
the right concoction of seeds and manure; in order to
metamorphose the gruesome sand into blossoming land of
enchanting fertility,

The broken words of the book needed a writer to
rearrange them; meticulously sort out the baffling
jumble into magnificent lines of captivating
literature,

The broken spacecraft needed the scientist to remold
it; splendidly synchronize its arms and tail;
impregnate it with the most contemporary of machinery;
to enable it to gush at electric speeds towards the
heart of the blue sky,

The broken ornaments needed the goldsmith to
reinvigorate them; chisel the shards of unruly metal
into scintillating necklaces of fabulous silver,

The broken carving on the wall needed the artisan to
harness it; convert its disrupted demeanor into one
with astounding solidity and oligarchic magnificence,

The broken shoe lying desolate in the attic needed a
cobbler to mend it; transform its mocking and dusty
caricature into one with exquisite shine and abundant
lace,

The broken gutter needed a plumber to renovate it;
wholesomely stop the flow of spewing debris;
converting the rotten stench emanating into one of
placid and stringent calm,

The broken painting needed an artist to embellish it;
join all the horrendously massacred shapes into
mesmerizing contours of the spell binding fairy,

The broken bone needed a doctor to coalesce it; bond
the severely depleted fragments together to give birth
again to a rubicund entity,

The broken song needed a musician to reconstruct it;
embody it with jazzy tunes and revitalizing melody;
profusely recreating its stolen glory again,

The broken bird needed an ornithologist to rejuvenate
it; apply balm to its torn feathers; in order to
impart it with tumultuous force and propel it to fly,

The broken watch needed a watchmaker to wind it; oil
its rusty coalition of springs; so that it ticked
incessantly as time drifted by,
The broken law and order in the city needed a
policeman to rectify it; instill a sense of
impregnable security amongst citizens; with valiant
acts of his dynamic bravery,

The broken democracy in the world needed a flamboyant
leader to uplift it; judiciously channelize all the
energy of people for the betterment of this planet,

The broken lawns sprawling disdainfully over colossal
expanses of the valley needed a gardener to
reinvigorate them; prudently squelch the unwanted
weeds; in order to ensure that the roses bloomed
merrily without parasites,

The broken King needed a host of beautiful slaves to
stimulate his dead senses; obey the most minuscule of
his command; appease him thoroughly with dance; and
the tantalizing cadence in their voice,

The broken marriage needed a team of counselor's to
recap it; solve the infinitesimal differences that had
led to the execution of this bizarre event in life,

The broken beliefs needed a sagacious saint to rebuild
them; bring the abysmally lonely disciple closer to
the realms of the omnipotent creator,

The broken snapshot needed the photographer to reframe
it; meticulously arrange the solitary chunks into a
complete picture; depicting once again the smiling and
boisterous family,

The broken victim needed the pressman to alleviate her
pain; highlight to the world in his article; about the
plethora of lecherous atrocities committed on her
impeccable body,

The broken stomach needed a waiter to satisfy it;
serving it with mouth watering delicacies and thereby
ensuring that it succumbed to blissful and contented
sleep,

The broken laughter needed a clown to re-establish it;
inundate its miserable life with unsurpassable amount
of smile and ecstasy,

The broken web needed a spider to reweave it;
embedding its mercilessly split trajectory; again with
silver threads of slime,

The broken sea needed a battalion of fish and coral
reefs to reform itself; relive the incredulous moment
of glory when it had just been created in this
Universe,

The broken discotheque needed scores of impetuous boys
and girls to enliven it; flood its dreary ambience
with fiery passion; pulsating dance; and voluptuous
movement,

The broken history needed an archaeologist to recount
it; search for the missing links and clues that once
upon a time led to the formation of noble dynasties,

The broken hive needed boundless number of bees to
refill it; encompass each pore its persona with their
discordant buzzing; and supremely sweet streams of
honey,

The broken vegetables needed a chef to realign them;
prepare appetizing delicacies out of the shoddy mass
of loose grass and fruit,

The broken children needed a philanthropist to
liberate them; fill their lives with all the
jubilation and fantasy which they were so desperately
bereft off,

The broken mind needed a psychiatrist to retrieve it;
bring it to proportion with the civilized society;
from the corridors of despondency and lost oblivion,


The broken ship needed a captain to coherently steer
it; surge it forward with gusto and insurmountable
exhilaration into the deep waters of the sapphire
ocean,

The broken army needed a brave and an audacious
soldier to instigate it; see to it that it emerged
victorious without the slightest of blemish to its
motherland,

The broken den needed the lion to enlighten it; prove
it once again to the world that it harbored none
other; but the irrefutable king of the jungle,

The broken morning needed the cuckoo to animate it;
drive away all the gloominess prevailing in the
atmosphere; with the mesmerizing rhythm in its voice,

The broken line needed a teacher to restore it;
explicitly explain it to the student its symbolic
meaning and astronomical importance,

The broken voice needed a ventriloquist to harness it;
extract the hidden melody to the summit of its
capacity; portray to entire world the euphoric essence
of sound,

The broken automobile needed a mechanic to invigorate
it; lubricate its dying parts; pumping tons of fresh
air in its tyre; granting it the power to conquer the
most treacherous of slopes,

The broken balls needed a juggler to enhance their
charm; spin them at mind boggling speeds; revolving
them at all angles in the breeze before delectably
collapsing on the bed of pure silk,
The broken valley needed environmentalists to plant it
with infinite saplings; see the inconspicuous nodules
ripen into dense forests within a matter of fading
months,

The broken house needed a ensemble of detectives to
find the culprits; hunt out the criminals who
transformed the family living in perpetual bliss into
deceased corpses buried beneath the earth,

The broken women needed faithful husbands to alleviate
their tale of deprivation; making them witness a new
and vibrantly optimistic face of tomorrow,

The broken lives needed a messiah from the heavens to
rehabilitate them; shower their bereaved souls with
immeasurable happiness,

And my broken heart needed a girl who could fully
comprehend my sorrow; love me like no one else did on
this globe; bonding every beat of mine with her
violently throbbing heart; healing every incurable
wound of mine; blending her breath with mine for times
and births immemorial…

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

 

It was an everlasting business; in which there was not
the slightest of obnoxiously adulterated give and
take; in which every organism forever philandered on
tantalizingly heavenly cloud nine,

It was an enchanting business; in which there was not
the slightest of diabolically cold-blooded barbarism;
in which the fireball of unassailable truth
transcended even the most infinitesimal iota of frigid
insanity around,

It was a sensuous business; in which there was not the
slightest of disdainful rebuke; in which all that
existed was the virtue of altruistic benevolence; for
centuries unprecedented,

It was an indomitable business; in which there was not
the slightest gutter of slavering fear; in which
perennially floated the paradise of unfathomably
untainted desire,

It was an unflinching business; in which there was not
the slightest of commercial deliriousness; in which
the mantra of impeccable symbiotism was the sole
messiah to enlighten disastrously beleaguered lives,

It was a unceasing business; in which there was not
the slightest insinuation of maliciously devilish
loss; in which the fragrance of togetherness
compassionately bonded one and all; in the religion of
mankind holistically alike,

It was a voluptuous business; in which there was not
the slightest innuendo of brutally pulverizing
monotony; in which only the magnanimously tranquil
mists of prosperity descended upon every living being
and its kin,

It was an enamoring business; in which there was not
the slightest cranny of desperately embroiled
politics; in which the eternal gardens of innocuously
bountiful frolic sprouted on every conceivable portion
of lackadaisical soil,

It was a perpetual business; in which there was not
the slightest wail of the indiscriminately rampaging
devil; in which the birds of exuberantly unfettered
freedom uninhibitedly soared in pristinely golden sky,

It was an ardent business; in which there was not the
slightest of vindictive loophole; in which every
ingredient of contumacious retribution was replaced by
the sky of spell bindingly burgeoning peace,

It was a record-breaking business; in which there was
not the slightest of decrepit stinginess; in which the
dimensions of convivially insuperable mankind loomed
larger than every construable object on this planet,

It was an undefeatable business; in which there were
not the slightest of inexplicably terrorized tears; in
which timelessly fructified the aisles of redolent
beauty and endlessly serene desire,

It was an ecstatic business; in which there was not
the slightest of desolately dilapidated boredom or
meaninglessness; in which the stars of unbelievably
mesmerizing enthrallment twinkled for infinite more
births yet to unveil,

It was a magnetic business; in which there was not the
slightest of bizarrely besmirching dereliction; in
which inimitably towering precipices of; profoundly
artistic sensuousness and glorious success,

It was a resplendent business; in which there was not
the slightest of miserable animosity; in which every
breathing organism wonderfully blossomed amidst
castles of majestically tireless unity,

It was a triumphant business; in which there were not
the slightest pendulums of rancid up’s and downs; in
which the only path that miraculously evolved in front
of everyone’s eyes; was the one which celestially led
to the Omnipotent Divine,

It was a philanthropic business; in which there was
the not the slightest trace of hedonistic savagery; in
which the voice that wafted from the innermost core of
the innocently thundering heart; epitomized a brand
new chapter of ebullient existence,

It was a royal business; in which there was not the
slightest of invidiously deteriorating lies; in which
the rays of brilliantly Omnipresent truth;
disseminated from the whites of every immaculately
wandering eye,

And how insatiably I wished every unraveling instant
of the effulgent day and exhilarating night that each
breath of mother earth was inexhaustibly embellished
by it; every other business and manipulatively
besieged entity on this boundless Universe adopted it;
be blessed forever by the pricelessly IMMORTAL
BUSINESS OF LOVE….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The Cavity was purely mine

 

Each building had boundless floors; but for me the
best floor was the floor on which she resided; danced
in tireless exuberance and untamed passion every
unfurling hour,

Each city had boundless roads; but for me the best
road was the one on which she trespassed; purifying
the soil on which she tread with her sacrosanct
footsteps,

Each garden had boundless roses; but for me the best
rose was the one she caressed; left her exotic perfume
lingering mystically upon its enchanting persona,

Each tree had boundless branches; but for me the best
branch was the one on which she sat; imparting it her
compassionate warmth and stupendously charismatic
grace,

Each dictionary had boundless words; but for me the
best word was the one she uttered; explicitly
pronounced it with majestic authority,

Each cloud in the cosmos showered boundless droplets
of rain; but for me the best droplet was the one that
drenched her completely; made her look even more
voluptuous in the creamy shine of the moonlit night,

Each kite had boundless strings; but for me the best
string was the one which she adroitly pulled;
fomenting the canvas to escalate with handsome
supremacy in the boisterous packet of fervent air,
Each day had boundless minutes; but for me the best
minute was the one in which she smiled; profoundly
illuminated the abysmally dreary atmosphere with the
rhapsody circulating in her countenance,

Each light had boundless rays; but for me the best ray
was the one which fell on her gorgeously hazel eyes;
providing my miserably defeated body with the
inevitable rejuvenation and tenacity it badly wanted,

Each mountain had boundless slopes; but for me the
best slope was the one on which she ebulliently
wandered; metamorphosing its barren demeanor into one
with fecund and bountiful fertility,

Each bank had boundless notes; but for me the best
note was the one which she hoisted; granting it the
magical prowess of proliferating at electric speeds on
its very own,

Each river had boundless streams; but for me the best
stream was the one in which she bathed; sending
uncontrollable shivers down my spine when I sighted
her tantalizingly ravishing hair,

Each cactus had boundless thorns; but for me the best
thorn was the one she inadvertently pricked; as I got
an infinitesimally minuscule chance; the supreme
privilege of bonding with her droplet of poignantly
crimson blood,

Each train had boundless windows; but for me the best
window was the one in which she sighted her royal
reflection; gave a new definition to beauty as she
uninhibitedly admired the fabulously fleeting scenery,

Each hand had boundless lines; but for me the best
line was the one she traced; deciphered its deeply
enigmatic meaning; the bearing it would have on future
life,
Each rainbow had boundless shades; but for me the best
shade was the one which she adored; bounced with
unprecedented jubilation as it pilfered in through her
pellucid bedroom glass,

Each school had boundless children; but for me the
best child was the one she lifted in her egalitarian
arms; deluging its innocuous ears with tales of
mystical mankind,

Each skin had boundless hair; but for me the best hair
was the one she ardently stroked; triggering a
catharsis of fiery emotions to naturally emit out,

Each showroom had boundless clothes; but foe me the
best fabric was the one she wore on her superlatively
impeccable body; the one which diffused her
mesmerizing fragrance for centuries unsurpassable,

And each heart had boundless cavities; but for me the
best cavity was the one which immortally incarcerated
her love; and as a matter of fact I was irrefutably
proud to state that in this case; the cavity belonged
only to me; the cavity was purely mine…


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

 

The voluptuously swaying nightingales; magnanimously
awarded me with the certificate of blissfully serene
singing,

The fathomlessly sluggishly ambling and pot-bellied
tortoise; uninhibitedly awarded me with the
certificate of non-invasively phlegmatic laziness,

The boundlessly sweltering terrain of the unbelievably
scorching desert; deservingly awarded me with the
certificate of unrelentingly hard-earned perspiration,

The candidly reflecting and irrefutably unflinching
mirror; philanthropically awarded me with the
certificate of gloriously majestic truth,

The resplendently rain soaked peacock; celestially
awarded me with the certificate of vivaciously
enamoring dance,

The insatiably impeccable avalanche of gargantuan ice;
bounteously awarded me with the certificate of
astoundingly unnerved coolness,

The cocoon of crimson clouds in limitless sky;
rhapsodically awarded me with the certificate of
inimitably unparalleled sensuousness,

The unequivocally flirtatious squirrel; enchantingly
awarded me with the certificate of unsurpassably
inscrutable and timeless frolic,

The peerlessly parading and towering lion; unabashedly
awarded me with the certificate of pricelessly
exhilarating majesty,

The regally scarlet and poignant wonderful rose;
marvelously awarded me with the certificate of
undauntedly Samaritan scent,

The Spartan robes of immaculate white; chivalrously
awarded me with the certificate of amazingly unbiased
simplicity,

The tirelessly undulating and effulgently arcane sea;
brilliantly awarded me with the certificate of
unendingly effusive tanginess,

The ubiquitously overpowering dinosaur; intrepidly
awarded me with the certificate of indomitably
Herculean and endless strength,

The exuberantly flapping kites in clear sky;
unlimitedly awarded me with the certificate of
indefatigably nervous energy,

The mischievously batting eyelids; pristinely awarded
me with the certificate of blessedly symbiotic
flirtation,

The mystically vacillating and transiently titillating
rainbows; graciously awarded me with the certificate
of eclectically burgeoning diversity,

The intransigently functioning globe outside;
courteously awarded me with the certificate of
sagaciously punctilious pragmatism,

The aristocratically nubile maiden with a
uncontrollably passionate heart; gregariously awarded
me with the certificate of perennially fructifying
love,

And the Omnipotent Almighty Lord not only unassailably
awarded me with the certificate of fearlessly
charismatic life; but impregnated the quintessential
tenacity in all of the above and infinite more to be
able to benevolently honor me; to award me with spell
binding certificates….

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»The chapter of existence

 

Just when I felt my eyes were closing; my lids incorrigibly wanting to
shut
down,
I saw the tiny buds of rose blossoming outside; the unsurpassable
grandeur of
its petals engulfing the atmosphere in entirety.

Just when I felt my legs were going limp in exhaustion; the
indefatigable
stress of the day inevitably pinning me down,
I saw the pouch bellied kangaroo leap across with gigantic strides;
traverse
the marshy fields overlooking my window with uninhibited and gay
abandon.

Just when I felt my tongue relinquishing taste; infinite buds on its
surface
had died a gruesome death,
I saw the cow philandering in the leafy meadows; munching robust chunks
of
grass with great relish.

Just when I felt my mouth aching; the chords in my throat abysmally
parched
and dry,
I saw the orchestra singing loquaciously; madmen screeching at the top
of
their lungs; attempting to bring the roof on earth.

Just when I felt my hands go pale; every iota of strength sapped
wholesomely
from the conglomerate of my bones,
I saw uncouth barbarians bludgeoning their way through the forest;
annihilating gargantuan tree stalks; exerting monstrous power with
their
palms.

Just when I felt the skin encompassing my neck sagging profoundly;
disdainful
wrinkles inhabiting virtually every part of my demeanor,
I saw a cluster of young maidens with sparkling skin; boisterously
bouncing on
the silken couch.

Just when I felt the waves of sadness vacillate in my soul; bizarre
grief
stabbing me like daggers of blistering coal,
I saw the clowns of in the circus mischievously smile; with their loud
guffaws
thunderously piercing the atmosphere.

Just when I felt pulsating pain in my forehead; an avalanche of thorns
curtailing it from perceiving further,
I saw a medieval sage reciting hymns in blissful harmony; the
unperturbed
expressions of his face; depicting that he was in a land of surreal
fantasy.

Just when I felt that I was about to sleep; the clockwork machinery in
my
brain failing to tick forward,
I saw a battalion of roosters flying high in the air; permeating the
crispness
in the ambience around with their cacophonic sounds.

And just when I felt I was about to die; relinquish the final draught
of
breath; to rest in my heavenly abode,
I saw a child being born; crying innocuously in the tender palms of its
mother; trying to imbibe as much as it could with its large eyes
dancing
around the earth; to better understand the place it was now going to
exist;
diligently continuing the CHAPTER OF EXISTENCE.


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»The Chapter of love. The Chapter of life.

 

The same legs which I once considered supremely
bohemian and useless; an incorrigible weight dragging
on my body all the time,
Now proved to be my best cars transporting me at
swashbuckling speeds to my destination; when the
ferocious lion was chasing me; and I was stranded
disdainfully in the wilderness of the night.

The same fingers which I once considered be an insipid
burden to my hands; bothering me all throughout the
tenure of the acerbic day with squalid pools of sweat
that dribbled painstakingly down their periphery,
Now proved like angels having descended freshly from
the heavens; as they indefatigably answered the bulky
sheets of examination paper; saving me the tyranny of
doing murderous college all over again.

The same muscles which I once considered as
ostentatious pieces of meat bulging bombastically from
beneath my shirt; interfering pertinently when I tried
to slip through slim space,
Now proved to be equivalent to the entire army of
Herculean strength; protecting me invincibly when I
was attacked by the fleet of diabolical demons.

The same stomach which I once considered to be
bizarrely obese; extruding out pretentiously beyond
the realms of synchronized control; being smirked by
every girl who trespassed me in vicinity,
Now proved to be greater than the most qualified of
doctor; as it was the sole tool which was able to make
the orphan smile; when all other medicines in the
world had utterly failed.

The same eyelashes which I once considered to be a
gravely cumbersome bother; intractably transgressing
across my immaculate vision countless times in a
single day,
Now proved to be the greatest ointment existing in the
Universe; as they massaged my eye with remarkable
rejuvenation in the midst of the tumultuous sandstorm.

The same saliva which I once considered as
horrendously cheap; incessantly circulating in my
mouth; rendering it sometimes with a disgusting odor
unbearable to inhale,
Now proved to be the greatest appetizer generating
insurmountable pangs of hunger in my stomach; assisted
me overwhelmingly to masticate my morsels of food;
gulp them down delectably with untamed relish.

The same lines on my palms which I once considered to
be despicably condemning; for rendering me
disastrously penurious; without even a penny in my
pocket while other's dwellings overflowed with pompous
diamonds and glittering gold,
Now proved to be the greatest destiny; as I escaped
without the most minuscule of scratch on my body; even
as boundless others of my kind uncouthly perished in
the swirl of the ear-shattering earthquake.

The same voice which I once considered to be
profoundly detestable; wanted to abscond fathomless
miles away as I heard the disgruntling cadence in its
sound; felt like dying a tortured death every moment
when I cognized the hoarseness it was impregnated
with,
Now proved to be the greatest life saver; as my
screams brought in the rescue workers; saved me from
drowning to the bottom of the mercilessly deep ocean.

The same nails which I once considered ugly and
contemptuously dirty; protruding unnecessarily from my
rubicund skin; making me the object of cynical
ridicule in the heart of the plush conference room,
Now proved to be the greatest weapons in fomenting me
to fight with the menacing burglars; preventing them
from stealing the possessions that I had sparingly
managed to accumulate in all my life.

And the same heart which I once considered to be
throbbing without sagacious control; palpitating
incoherently in my chest without respite; acting as a
perilous impediment; irately disturbing my blissful
nights sleep,
Now proved to be the greatest life; beating violently
after witnessing the love of its dreams; besieged by a
cloud of unfathomable passion and romance; eventually
discovering a new purpose to live; discovering a whole
new purpose to continue the chapter of love; the
chapter of life…

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