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»Reach out to humanity. God will reach out to you

 

Reach out to the mystically panoramic trees; and
exuberantly frolicking wind will reach out to every
frenetically beleaguered pore of your body; will
wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the exotically burgeoning clouds; and
mystically tantalizing globules of rain will reach out
to every brutally emaciated cranny of your persona;
will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the indomitably towering mountains; and
invincibly compassionate companionship will reach out
to every inexplicably shivering bone of your body;
will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the uninhibitedly ecstatic nightingales;
and inimitably mellifluous sound will reach out to
every disastrously bereaved footstep of yours; will
wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the majestically undulating ocean; and
unsurpassably rhapsodic tanginess will reach out to
every heartlessly rotting image in your brain; will
wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the freshly born blissful child; and
unassailably regale heavenliness will reach out to
every forlornly parasitic cranny of your soul; will
wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the flamboyantly Omnipotent Sun; and
tirelessly blessing rays of optimistic enlightenment
will reach out to every cold-bloodedly bloodshot
ingredient of your eyes; will wholeheartedly reach out
to you,

Reach out to the iridescently twinkling rainbow; and
unflinchingly peerless vivaciousness will reach out to
every lugubriously dilapidated muscle of your
countenance; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the royally swaying roses; and
innocuously unadulterated fragrance will reach out to
every derogatorily prejudiced hair of your persona;
will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the lap of the wonderfully sacred mother;
and insurmountably incomparable selflessness will
reach out to every delinquent dream of yours; will
wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the tantalizingly effulgent night; and an
unfathomable gorge of glorious enchantment will reach
out to every dreadfully extinguishing reflection of
yours; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the marvelously shimmering dewdrops; and
unbelievably charismatic artistry will reach out to
every unceremoniously mangled nail of yours; will
wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to altruistically blazing patriotism; and
incomprehensibly sacred immortality will reach out to
every iota of your crimson blood; will wholeheartedly
reach out to you,

Reach out to quintessentially fructifying soil; and
magnificently sparkling fruits of creation will reach
out to every monotonously surreptitious attitude of
yours; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the ebulliently whistling air; and
unlimitedly unceasing freedom will reach out to every
hedonistically tormented of your stride; will
wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to exhilaratingly emollient forest; and a
cosmos of fathomlessly priceless adventure will reach
out to every dementedly ungainly virtue of yours; will
wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the spirit of egalitarian symbiotism; and
the breaths of effulgently mesmerizing life will reach
out to every pathetically dying beats of your
conscience; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to the passionately thundering heart; and
the winds of Omnipresently immortal love will reach
out to every aspect of your murderously satanic
existence; will wholeheartedly reach out to you,

Reach out to every fraternity of humanity and
plentiful living kind handsomely alike; and the
Omniscient Almighty Lord will reach out to every
radiation of your worthlessly molecular survival; will
wholeheartedly reach out to you…

©COPYRIGHT-2005, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS
RESERVED
 
»Ready to die!

 

Death is fantastically silencing; after which there existed not even the most inconspicuous iota of rambunctious sound; not even the most ethereal traces of malicious cacophony; to disdainfully wake you up from your eternal sleep.

Death is handsomely emancipating; after which you felt neither the most diminutive of agony slandering you; neither the most inexplicably crucifying of worries tickle your estranged soul.

Death is unbelievably artistic; after which even the most infinitesimal ingredient of your blood and irrefutably righteous conscience; forever coalesced with the undefeated majesty of the atmosphere.

Death is endlessly mollifying; after which there remained not even the most infidel of desire; just the perpetual bonding of every ounce of your goodness; with the unshakable spirit of the Omnipotent Lord.

Death is unconquerably immune; after which your physical form felt not the slightest of pain; even when stabbed by an infinite knives; or viciously cremated into the valley of hell.

Death is insuperably royal; after which even the most cannibalistically excoriating of your enemies; offered their humblest prayers for your soul to rest in everlasting peace.

Death is incredulously non-invasive; after which no religion on earth could sanctimoniously claim you as solely its; as you eventually and inevitably sunk into the belly of soil.

Death is beautifully resting; after which there seemed not even the most fugitive element of uncontrollable anxiety; after which the profanely robotic rat race for survival of the fittest; forever faded into wisps of non-existent oblivion.

Death is unsurpassably enchanting; after which there seemed to emanate an unshakably ameliorating radiance from your face; which spell-bindingly cracked even the most deplorably asphyxiated riddles of existence.

Death is magically economical; after which your body didn’t need even the most transient shades of replenishment; after which even the most uncontrollably strongest of your urges; amazingly metamorphosed into altruistic contentment.

Death is self sermonizing; after which the chapter of your life became a holistically open philosophy; with countless extemporizing upon the quality of their survival; bounteously learning from your boundless rises and pitfalls.

Death is the end of vicious ambition; after which you could massacre no more innocent lives; erect your palaces on no more innocent blood; in your baselessly ever-pervading desire to supremely reign over the entire Universe.

Death is Omnipresently powerful; after which even the most fearlessly infallible superpowers of this planet; miserably floundered to cause even the most obscurest of indentation; upon the contours of your body.

Death is the absolute end of devastation; after which there existed only the most invincibly emollient meadows of paradise; for every bit of symbiotic goodness that you’d ever done in your destined life.


Death is the most astounding magician; after which even the most murderously massacring of your pain; forever transformed into the most celestial pastures of blessing sleep.

Death is ubiquitously unprejudiced; after which there remains not even the most evanescent puff of hatred in your heart; for every form and fraternity of creation all around you.

Death is everlastingly consecrating; after which even the most diabolically sinful of your deeds; are forever and ever and ever washed away; with every form of newness that exuberantly spawns into the firmament of the vividly ecstatic Universe.

Death is inimitably immortalizing; after which every bit of unflinchingly pristine righteousness that you breathed in the tenure of your life; perennially becomes an ardently optimistic tunnel of light; for countless more of your blessed kind.


So Mate; ready to Die! But think an infinite times before you do so. Because like all other best things on this Universe; even Death comes at a price. And unfortunately for you; me and every other organism created by the Omniscient Lord Almighty; that price is the ultimate threshold of pain that we could ever experience; in not just a single lifetime; but an infinite more of our infinite lifetimes…


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

 

Concentration gives you the power to dynamically leap
forward; solve the most inexplicable enigma of
monotonous life,

Frustration renders you with an utter helplessness;
which you find difficult to shrug off despite the most
Herculean of your attempts to fight against time,

Sedation makes you blissfully sleep and insurmountably
fantasize; making you overwhelmingly oblivious to the
most stringent of your surroundings; the instant you
awoke,

Imagination gives you the stupendous virtue to be
prudent; perceive the most hideously evil situation;
well ahead of the unfurling decade,

Innovation bestows you with a sense of wholehearted
accomplishment; an insatiable urge to exist with waves
of ingenious imagery perpetually perpetrating your
persona,

Fascination gives you the prowess to feel
incomprehensibly celestial; amuse yourself each moment
to soar high and abreast with the silken cocoon of
blue clouds,

Consternation leaves you open mouthed in unsurpassable
disbelief; evacuating the last ounce of wind which
circulated rampantly round your robust body,

Tension renders you with dolorously morbid sorrow;
ruthlessly assassinating boundless movements of your
present day and fathomless minutes of every sweltering
night,

Exultation engenders you to bounce euphorically
towards the blazing Sun; glistening globules of sheer
ecstasy dribbling rhapsodically down your cheeks,

Indentation leaves you with a flurry of ungainly
scars; inconspicuously disrupts the heavenly contours
of your majestic countenance,

Desperation gives you countless reasons to die; end
your tranquil breath by plunging into an island of
inevitably sinking sand,

Infection renders you with a lingering sickness; an
obnoxiously gruesome taste in your mouth that shatters
your delectable premonitions of a harmonious
existence,

Inception gifts you the tenacity to conceive higher
than the beyond; euphorically enjoy the sweet fruits
of creation to the most unprecedented limits,

Emancipation imparts you with a saintly solitude;
along with a perennial rest to your manipulatively
swirling mind,

Perspiration triggers in you an unfathomable
compassion; the inexorably gratifying satisfaction to
relish at the end of the valiantly hard fought day,

Expectation leaves you with unwanted anxiety; a
relentless craving for witnessing the ultimate unleash
right before your emphatic eyes,

Electrocution freezes you in your very roots;
satanically annihilating the minutest trace of breath
encapsulating your oligarchic demeanor,

Abortion penalizes you to the most supreme degree;
slapping your visage mercilessly for exonerating God's
most precious gift to mankind,
Illumination leads you to the realms of ebulliently
optimistic hope; dauntingly wading past of sea of
diabolical despair; into the doorstep of a vivaciously
vibrant tomorrow,

Condemnation leads to suicidal tendencies which
pertinently circulate in your mind; an hopeless future
which has no happy horizons at all,

Opposition renders your soul with a sense of hearty
contentment; immensely fortifying faith in your own
set of resilient ideals,

Deception leads you with a place nowhere to run on
this boundless planet; getting brutally incarcerated
in the end in your trap of irrevocable lies,

Affection grants you with supremely undeniable
happiness; the desire to live for your benevolently
breathing fellow beings,

And Realization makes you greater than the Divine;
granting you with the irrefutable power to
metamorphose all your treacherously sinful past into a
mesmerizing festoon of infinite more positive
tomorrow's….


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

 

She was 100 years old; yet the blood that flowed
through her intricate veins; insatiably yearned to a
frolic like a teenaged damsel; once again,

She was 100 years old; yet the expressions on her
shriveled chin; could captivate even the most remotely
alien; in a spell of exotically never ending
enchantment,

She was 100 years old; yet the impeccable whites of
her fading eyes; unraveled a tale of poignant
nostalgia; and resplendently unprecedented charm,

She was 100 years old; yet the melody in her
bountifully wavering voice; unsurpassably enshrouded
traumatized hearts; with perennially rhapsodic
happiness,

She was 100 years old; yet the emphatically embossed
lines on her palm; celestially depicted a tale of
sheer majesty to; bloomingly unfurl,

She was 100 years old; yet the tenacity in her
diminutively feeble footsteps; was enough to face the
acrimoniously advancing army; beautifully
singlehanded,

She was 100 years old; yet the magical smile on her
divinely lips; still enlightened countless paths
besieged with murderously barbaric gloom; with rays of
unprecedented euphoria,

She was 100 years old; yet the astounding enigma in
the lines of her forehead; spoke fathomless volumes of
an angel; gallivanting in unfathomable entrenchments
of untamed desire,

She was 100 years old; yet the determination in her
fragile bones; was irrefutably enough; to survive for
a countless more births yet to poignantly unveil,

She was 100 years old; yet the ecstasy in her
nascently subdued taste buds; was overwhelming enough;
to taste the most appetizing morsels of eclectically
titillating food,

She was 100 years old; yet the desires in her majestic
soul; were a philanthropic ocean; to ubiquitously
unite and serve all; mankind,

She was 100 years old; yet the impregnable ardor of
her ideals; was a miraculous rainbow of optimistic
hope; Herculean strength; and an everlasting will to
bless all humanity,

She was 100 years old; yet the astounding titillation
of her shadow; was still as luminescent as that of a
freshly born immaculate infant,
She was 100 years old; yet the overpowering effulgence
that tinkled as she walked; was a garden of blissfully
tranquil and exotically fragrant enchantment,

She was 100 years old; yet the impressions of her
heavenly feet; were a cloud of perpetually endowing
happiness,

She was 100 years old; yet the symbiotic synergy that
crawled through even the most infinitesimal iota of
her compassionate demeanor; was an ocean of
unprecedented enthrallment; and silken charm,

She was 100 years old; yet the Omnipotent artistry in
her trembling fingers; was a landscape of
incredulously panoramic versatility; and ebullient
color,

She was 100 years old; yet the fire in her sacrosanct
breath; the unparalleled ardor in her fulminating
heart; was an unconquerable fortress; of an infinite
more redolent lives,

And she was 100 years old; yet the immortal love in
her heart was just the same when our eyes had first
met; as she unassailably took birth as my lover once
again; even after she had abdicated her last puff of
vital breath….
 
»Reborn only as your lover

 

A part of me in monotonous realms of satanic office;
capsizing upon my share of bread; to sustain on the
trajectory of this gigantic planet,

A part of me on the tantalizing seaside; profoundly
relishing the tanginess of the mighty ocean; which
tingled me beyond the corridors of untamed control,

A part of me in the mesmerizing garden; profusely
drowned in the scent of the overwhelmingly seductive
rose,

A part of me in the morbid graveyard; sadly mourning
and reminiscing all those close to me; now no longer a
reality in this world,

A part of me on the ergonomic dining table; savoring
indispensable morsels of food; to keep me holistically
running and alive,

A part of me on the evanescent horizons; frenziedly
salvaging fortification to blissfully pass the
menacingly treacherous night,

A part of me in the sacrosanct lap of my mother;
reliving the poignant memories of impeccable
childhood,

A part of me unsurpassably engrossed in bulky study
books; endeavouring my best to achieve the most
unprecedented in the career of my choice,

A part of me dancing vivaciously in the forests;
playing hide and seek; amidst the rustling of
voluptuous leaves; the silken beams of milky
moonshine,

A part of me rebelling unrelentingly against traitors
infiltrating my motherland; combating them with the
sword of irrefutable righteousness,

A part of me gallivanting flirtatiously through the
hills; philandering till times beyond eternity; until
I stumbled upon the romance of my life,

A part of me persevering under whole hearted rays of
the acrimonious summer; deluged in a blanket of golden
perspiration; as I slogged without the most
inconspicuous of reprieve,

A part of me swimming ardently in the salty ocean;
romanticizing and titillating in the majestically
royal splendor of enchanting life,

A part of me with my dynamically flamboyant father;
zealously aiming always to be infinite steps above the
very best,

A part of me perched on the revered knees of my
grandparents; fervently listening to their
unfathomable myriad of adventures in real life,

A part of me astoundingly baffled by the vagaries of
this uncouth society; unable to comprehend why fellow
beings of human fraternity; considered themselves
above divine godhead,

A part of me humming an insurmountable battalion of
spiffy tunes; to rekindle my pathetically diminishing
spice in life,

A part of me indulged into disdainfully forced
manipulation in order to survive; articulately
maneuvering my way into the spurious treasury of power
tycoons,
A part of me writing boundless lines of mystical
poetry; letting my scarlet veins erupt into
tumultuously rhapsodic delight,

A part of me blissfully asleep; dreaming and bouncing
ebulliently in a land more enthralling than fabulous
paradise,

A part of me in celestial heavens; blossoming each
instant into a fountain of unconquerable happiness;
bestowed upon me by the Omnipotent Lord,

A part of me in diabolically savage hell; being
whipped for my plethora of misdeeds; by the heinously
vicious breath of the devil,

A part of me on the sizzling Sun; admiring the
incomprehensible beauty of this earth; in the most
candidly vivid of its perspective,

A part of me in the dungeons of doomsday; sulking and
fretting; overpowered by tornados of despairing
hopelessness,

But all of me; my mind; my body; my soul; incarcerated
in the passionately thundering beats of your heart;
not only for this lifetime; but even after I had quit
it prematurely; to be reborn only as your lover;
forever and ever and ever….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Rectangular bar of chewing gum

 

It imparted an incredulously tangy taste to my tongue; embedding its
flavor in
the remotest corners of my mouth,
Made irrefutably sure that I emanated a ravishing aroma all day;
without the
tyranny of brushing my garden of pointed teeth.

It engendered me to produce loads of saliva; spitting it intermittently
on
concrete pavements,
Changed the complexion of my voice from a rustically hoarse and
sonorous; to
one which was sweet American slang.

It served as an excellent alternative to passing time; as I
painstakingly
rolled it behind my lips,
Molding it into a plethora of shapes before eventually gulping it;
occasionally protruding some part of it in the outside air.

It had the ability to incorrigibly stick to strands of my hair;
unceremoniously sticking between the silken follicles,
Resisting all attempts to come out when I plucked; with the only option
remaining was mercilessly tonsuring my scalp with a barbaric razor.

It fomented an incessant flow of tingling sensations in my persona;
producing
a host of slurping noises as I talked,
Impregnated my body with a feeling of perpetual contentment; reigning
supreme
over all other existing taste.

It intractably blended with my intestines when I inadvertently
swallowed it;
resting peacefully like a parasitic leech,
And despite frantic attempts on my part to drive it out; didn’t extrude
as I
expurgated my bowels.

It proved to be an indispensable commodity while in business meetings;
easing
tumultuous tension from my nerve-racked mind,
Helping me divert my attention sporadically; envisage and chalk new
policies
with loads of innovative precision.

It caused me to slip when adhering to the rough floor; losing my
balance
awkwardly as I unconsciously tread on,
Although I didn’t rebuke or castigate it vehemently; as I found myself
lying
on the celestial feet of my sweetheart.

It impregnated a chirpy aura to my demeanor; making me superficially
perceive
years beyond my age,
And the best thing about it was that it formed a gigantic bubble when I
dexterously inflated it; blowing slim draughts of air trapped in my
chest,
As it snapped with a thunderous bang into multiple fragments; which was
all
that was now left of my 'RECTANGULAR BAR OF CHEWING GUM'.



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

 

Wrinkled folds of elephant skin were painted golden
yellow,
ivory tusks were encircled with ornate black,
sturdy teak wood seat was strapped to its body,
large fringe of hair grew on slender tail,
the elongated trunk had several corrugations,
scalp was abraded by uprooting tall tree structures,
the pachyderm marched through
the wilderness,
crushing an armoury of shrub, dismantling bird house
with caressing trunk,
bellowed exuberantly as the sky turned crimson,
added leaps to its stride with torrential rain,
carried passengers at towering heights from the
ground,
bathed in gushing currents of the mountain river,
splashing rockets of solvent on the surrounding
flamingo's,
drenching itself with icy spray of spring water.

there was a fleet of ants residing in cocoons of soil,
bustling with feverish activity,
transporting milligram amounts of food grain,
for relishing meals all throughout the day.
the African beast trampled their den,
disrupting the harmony of their united network,
killing them in colossal numbers, sped haughtily for a
good nights sleep.
the ants wanted to teach him a lesson,
caught up with him, clung to his tail, foot,
occupied vantage points on his body,
finally inserting their venom stings on the hard
skinned mammal,
causing him to collapse in a heap, displaying the
supreme might of RED ANT
POWER.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Rebuilding a new Gujarat

 

Lets visit all areas disastrously decimated; try and bring a smile to
those
lips swollen with inexplicable pain,

Lets extricate injured bodies from beneath the debris; transport them
at
swashbuckling speeds to the nearest hospital,

Lets evacuate all that mangled junk sprawled on the streets; dump it at
a
place where none can sight it,

Lets sit around people sobbing with uncontrolled hysteria; wipe the
tears
trickling down their cheeks with omnipotent words of consolation,

Lets search our dwellings voraciously for indispensable amenities;
distribute
them chivalrously amongst those shivering in the inclement cold,

Lets audaciously clamber up shattered edifices; help people retrieve
their
precious and lifetime belongings,

Lets construct mammoth tarpaulin tents; to sequester people who fear to
venture back into their abode,

Lets sing melodious tunes which resolutely permeate the atmosphere;
portraying
the insatiable urge to survive,

Lets lift all those orphaned on our shoulders; try our best to emulate
their
slain parents,

Lets philander on the dilapidated lanes carrying gargantuan bundles of
immaculate bandage; scrupulously wind the same on people with fresh
wounds,

Lets assist the police in tracing those deplorable builders; charge
them with
the highest treason for swindling innocuous people,

Lets curtail rumor mills from escalating high; prevent all possible
pandemonium resulting as a baseless aftermath,

Lets provide fortification to substantially weakened structures;
meticulously
ensuring they get reinforced with the highest pedigree of cement,

Lets take aerial snaps of the towns annihilated; emboss the same in
newspapers; for the world to get a glimpse of the unfathomable tragedy,

Lets converse for marathon hours with the survivors; try our best to
comprehend their concerns and requirements,

Lets intensely communicate on behalf of those bereaved; make
indefatigable
attempts to locate their siblings overseas,

Lets pay equal attention to scores of animals maimed; try and mitigate
their
suffering by adeptly dressing their wounds,

Lets carry pails of fresh water in all those colonies; wholesomely
obfuscated
from the outside world,

Lets educate the people more vociferously; about the earthquake and its
possible ramifications,

Lets procure tones of stringent chlorine tablets from the government;
allot
them benevolently to try and impede infection from circulating,

Lets donate blood traversing through our veins; giving it to those who
haven't
enough of it left in their shriveled bodies,

Lets chisel out ways and magnanimous means to employ millions; who have
been
divested of their jobs and homes,

Lets adopt all those wailing infants; who were found incarcerated in
the arms
of their dead mothers,

Lets stand tall and unflinching in this hour of insurmountable crisis;
assist
the people all round the globe; as well as those surviving to; 'REBUILD
A NEW
GUJARAT



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

 

The most priceless thing that the clouds in
fathomlessly crimson sky could ever refer you to; was
tantalizing globules of golden rain,

The most priceless thing that sweltering sands of the
desert could ever refer you to; was acrimonious
tornadoes of painstakingly persevering heat,

The most priceless thing that the unfathomably
voluptuous blades of grass could ever refer you to;
was an enchantingly everlasting carpet of silken
dewdrops,

The most priceless thing that the bountifully rustling
leaves could ever refer you to; was unrelenting
entrenchments of euphorically exotic breeze,

The most priceless thing that the indomitably
scintillating mountain peaks could ever refer you to;
was the Omnipotently ferocious blaze of the majestic
Sun,

The most priceless thing that the inscrutably untamed
forests could ever refer you to; was the profoundly
regale crest; of the thunderously poignant lion,

The most priceless thing that the insurmountably
choppy ocean could ever refer you to; was a profusely
tangy waterfall; of spell bindingly rejuvenating salt,

The most priceless thing that the flame of sparkling
truth could ever refer you to; was the unassailably
grandiloquent religion of mankind,

The most priceless thing that the seductively
titillating rose could ever refer you to; was a
relentless fountain of stupendously endowing scent,

The most priceless thing that the fascinatingly
pristine oyster could ever refer you to; was a
gloriously delectable whirlpool of resplendently
mesmerizing pearls,

The most priceless thing that the disdainfully
impoverished beggar could ever refer you to; was
indispensable morsels of divinely appetizing food,

The most priceless thing that the marvelously
iridescent rainbow could ever refer you to; was the
emphatically boisterous spirit of supremely astounding
vivaciousness,

The most priceless thing that the penuriously orphaned
could ever refer you to; was the compassionately
sequestering walls of the harmoniously placating
dwelling,

The most priceless thing that the silver droplets of
redolent sweat could ever refer you to; was unendingly
persevering timelessness,

The most priceless thing that the charismatically
sensuous lips could ever refer you to; was an
incredulously gregarious sky of fabulously fantastic
smiles,

The most priceless thing that the indefatigable
patriots could ever refer you to; was the flag of
unconquerably magnificent; and triumphantly blazing
victory,

The most priceless thing that the fleet footed
squirrel could ever refer you to; was an insatiably
unbelievable river of ebullient frolic,

The most priceless thing that the marvelously rubicund
nostrils could ever refer you to; was intransigently
passionate maelstroms of reinvigoratingly tingling
breath,

And the most priceless thing that the perpetually
bountiful heart could ever refer you to; was an
immortally royal Universe of impregnable love; love
and only celestial love….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Rejoicing my first cry

 

In your immaculately spell binding eyes; I found an
astronomical ocean of Omnipotent light; maneuvering my
every dwindling footstep towards the untamed fireballs
of prosperity,

In your celestially rubicund palms; I found my
impoverished destiny bloom past the corridors of
eternity; spawning into a wholesomely new chapter of
fabulous creation,

In your poignantly crimson and holistic blood; I found
the impregnably overwhelming tenacity; to stand
unflinchingly against the most acrimoniously
treacherous attacks,

In your ingratiatingly sacrosanct voice; I found the
rudiments of the most enthralling existence; blending
my soul with ubiquitously perpetual elements of
irrefutable truth and peace,

In your invincibly supreme shadow; I found a perennial
river of ecstatic enchantment to lead life beyond my
times; embrace one and all in the royal religion of
humanity; alike,

In your stupendously profound footprints; I found a
tornado of passionate nostalgia; reminiscing all those
priceless moments of fantastic life; that had blissful
kept me alive,

In your wonderfully intriguing mind; I found a
divinely solution to relinquish all indiscriminately
uncouth killing; a messiah to keep the fathomless
planet harmoniously bonded; and bountifully breathing,
In your magnanimously benign shoulders; I found an
uninhibitedly compassionate comfort; which even the
most opulently embellished contraption on this earth;
miserably dithered to provide,

In your incredulously mesmerizing signature; I found
the ultimate stamp of flamboyant authority; an
everlasting longing to philanthropically succeed;
irrespective of the unfathomable juggernaut of
impediments that dared crumble me in my way,

In your incomprehensibly godly womb; I found the most
majestic proliferation of Almighty’s colossal
evolution; as I worshipped it indefatigably for
decades immemorial,

In your impeccably cascading eyelashes; I found the
most innocently heavenly charisma on this boundlessly
gregarious Universe; coalescing myself for infinite
more births yet to unveil; in an impregnable
entrenchment of truth; non-violence and unbelievable
calm,

In your innocuously alluring earlobes; I found all the
Omnipresent sound of this fathomlessly overpowering
earth; as I radiated like an ebullient fairy; in the
mystically poignant aura of its irrefutable
reverberations,

In your miraculously rejuvenating stride; I found the
unimaginably resilient fervor to flamboyantly surge
forward in life; fight till my last iota of breath; to
free my motherland from the dungeons of lecherously
manipulative captivity,

In your beautifully slender fingers; I found
marvelously fulminating artistry; an incessant
reservoir of solidarity to bless all those
horrendously deprived; with the Omniscient powers of
the divine,

In your benevolently unfettered smile; I found all
unsurpassable richness of heaven in my penurious
lifetime; a tumultuous transpiration to solely listen
to the innermost voices of my conscience; and yet
prudently survive,

In your piquantly protruding nose; I found
unequivocally egalitarian philosophies leading to the
path of unconquerable righteousness; an unprecedented
ardor to forever blossom in; vibrant life,

In your integrally rhapsodic ideals; I found an
unchallengable conviction to patriotically sequester
all devastatingly tottering mankind; rise above my
graves to the tiniest insinuation of my comrades in
insidious pain,

In your passionately fragrant breath; I found an
unending volcano of euphorically sprouting life; a
perpetual desire to exist in glorious symbiosis; with
countless more of my diminutive kind,

In your immortally unparalleled heartbeats; I found
the love that I had always insatiably desired; the
wholesomely compassionate beams of comfort that kept
every despicably wandering organism; kingly and alive,

But it was only in your gorgeously sacerdotal lap O!
divine mother; that I found all the happiness of my
disastrously staggering life; perennially basking in
the aisles of fresh birth once again; rejoicing
forever and ever and ever; the first cry of my
beautifully gifted life….



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