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»Our Relationship…

 

Our relationship was extraordinarily distinguished into an infinite infallible layers:

At times that of an obedient disciple and symbiotically sermonizing teacher; whilst blissfully imbibing the chapters of resplendently victorious life,

At times that of an impetuously screaming brother and wildly scratching sister; whilst squabbling over the most infinitesimally unwonted things; existing on the trajectory of earth divine,

At times that of brutally parched soil and lackadaisically dying grass blades; whilst thirstily suckling even the most inconspicuous globule of priceless rain water; that unabashedly tumbled from fathomless sky,

At times that of a ferociously chasing lion and nimbly scampering deer; whilst frenetically searching for those quintessential morsels of life-bestowing food; in the day,

At times that of sacredly ameliorating soul and righteously palpitating conscience; whilst unconquerably assimilating the principles of the most royally undefeated truth,

At times that of a desperately groping man and adroitly sharp pickaxe; whilst inexhaustibly digging for those indispensably luminescent coins of glittering gold,

At times that of an inscrutably dancing pen and impeccably triumphant paper; whilst fervently penning down eternally burgeoning lines of Omnipotent poetry,

At times that of the intriguingly electric brain and sensuously magical eyes; whilst unstoppably fantasizing beyond the aisles of victoriously ebullient desire,

At times that of a ubiquitously nourishing mother and uninhibitedly expressing child; whilst flagrantly hurt from countless pernicious elements of the atmosphere,

At times that of a prudently guiding father and impudently argumentative son; whilst making the most poignantly sensitive decisions of vibrant life,

At times that of a blissfully snoring master and inevitably persevering slave; whilst the demands of unceasingly strenuous life; demanded commensurate portions of rest and ardent activity,

At times that of insuperably redolent blood and ecstatically blessed veins; whilst being immortally bonded into the most invaluably unshakable religion of humanity,

At times that of the eclectically sculptured masculine palm and inexplicably intrepid destiny lines; whilst handsomely rising up to even the most intangible challenge posed by enchanting life,

At times that of a compassionately invincible nest and wholeheartedly sprawling tree; whilst jubilantly trying to safeguard diminutively innocent infants; from every precariously stabbing element of life,

At times that of an indomitably towering edifice and impregnably unflinching foundation; whilst trying to timelessly maintain the most peerlessly undefeated equilibrium of existence,

At times that of frostily effervescent milk and royal toppings of enamoring cream; whilst passionately trying to savor even the most imperceptibly seductive flavor of survival,

At times that of an immortally passionate heart and unassailably throbbing beats; whilst freshly falling into the gorges of everlastingly epitomizing love,

And at times that of a stupendously virile husband and ravishingly potent wife; whilst invincibly wrapped in conjugal rhapsody in the fronds of the naked mattress; and making fearlessly untamed love….

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»Paint my heart

 

Paint the fathomless kaleidoscope of barren sky; with
resplendently ingratiating and vivid clouds,

Paint boundless kilometers of devastated land; with
effulgent roses and bountifully blossoming seeds,

Paint countless expanses of lackadaisically dying
deserts; with majestic oceans of gigantic cactus and
insatiably passionate streams of golden water,

Paint pathetically withering and staggeringly leafless
trees; with an unfathomable forest of sparkling fruit
and melodiously exuberant cheer,

Paint uncouthly wastrel and brutally kicked stones;
with enamoring charisma; and voluptuously tingling
exoticism,

Paint acrimoniously ghastly and bloodsucking
battlefields; with the miraculously philanthropic
ointment of benign humanity,

Paint devastatingly orphaned and penuriously stumbling
lives; with perennially unsurpassable blankets of
compassionate love,

Paint ungainly devilish and insanely cold blooded
parasites; with an eternally everlasting fragrance of
benevolent mankind,

Paint the insidiously maverick and doggedly diabolical
rocks; with ecstatically tangy spray of the ravishing
sea’s,

Paint the squeamishly distorted and deplorably
cowardish traitors; with brazenly intrepid winds of
patriotically scintillating bravery,

Paint the obsoletely dilapidated and turgidly
monotonous walls; with vivacious streaks of fabulous
color and overwhelmingly sporting frolic,

Paint the rambunctiously unruly well of stinking
frogs; with the curtainspread of blissfully tranquil
peace and harmonious synergy,

Paint the souls of all those tyrannically commercial;
with symbiotic fountains of uninhibitedly gratifying
relationships,

Paint pugnacious arrows of satanically evil; with
irrefutably priceless elements of honesty and
astoundingly opulent humanity,

Paint the morbidly sullen and remorsefully obnoxious
cradle of atmosphere; with an unimaginably Herculean
valley of tantalizing sounds,

Paint truculently dictatorial and stringently
treacherous brains; with passionately romantic flames
of graciously seductive fantasy,

Paint the inevitably guilty and ghastily lying walls
of the conscience; with the perpetually blistering
fabric of sagaciously glittering truth,

Paint insurmountably vast graveyards of sordidly dead;
with poignantly iridescent waterfalls of vibrantly
tingling life,

And paint my fanatically wandering and relentlessly
restless heart O! Almighty Lord; with the divinely
immortal and the most celestial religion existing in
this world; called UNASSAILABLE LOVE….

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

 

Paradise was in your eyes; if they unsurpassably
harbored the feeling of philanthropic benevolence for
all mankind,

Paradise was in your lips; if they gave a smile to
your impoverished comrades in inexplicable pain;
flooding their tottering lives with unprecedented
happiness,

Paradise was in your voice; if it disseminated the
essence of immortal peace; pacified the tyrannized
agony of the innocent deprived; with the benign melody
in your sound,

Paradise was in your shoulders; if they hoisted all
those orphaned shivering disastrously on barren
streets; towards the ultimate summit of bountiful
prosperity,

Paradise was in your palms; if they blessed all those
destitutes obnoxiously battered in life; molding their
vibrant destinies; with the insurmountable tenacity of
your fingers,

Paradise was in your ears; if they profoundly heard
the disastrously augmenting wails of the impeccable in
distress; gushing like an untamed whirlwind; to be
their messiah in their hour of tumultuous discomfort,

Paradise was in your emotions; if they were fulminated
turbulently for withering mankind; profusely
commiserating with both ecstasy as well as pain,

Paradise was in your fantasy; if it incessantly
revolved round making this planet a better place to
exist; culminated into a fountain of astronomical
sacrifice and goodwill,

Paradise was in your lids; if they enlightened the
lives of the deplorably frustrated; winking and
thereby triggering insatiable cloudbursts of desire,

Paradise was in your shadow; if it overwhelmingly
calmed down irascible discrimination; sequestered
dying man in its compassionate swirl,

Paradise was in your flesh; if it ignited fireballs of
intransigent passion; in the lives of those frigidly
hovering like ghastly ghosts; without their soul
mates,

Paradise was in your bones; if they magnanimously bore
the load of tangible organisms in pain and traumatic
torture; carrying them indefatigably; till the time
they acquired the fortitude to construct their own
abode in life,

Paradise was in your wealth; if it was unequivocally
used to alleviate dwindling humanity; scrap the
essence of malnourishment and stinking poverty; from
the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,

Paradise was in your blood; if it flowed uninhibitedly
for your countrymen in horrendous despair; becoming
the unfathomable resilience of their bodies; to fight
against evil infiltrating their serene kind,

Paradise was in your soul; if it existed for centuries
immemorial; combating the devil with its irrefutable
spirit of truth; every time that it dared to
vindictively arise,

Paradise was in your conscience; if it fought for
unconquerable righteousness all night and day;
towering above the clouds like an embellished prince;
after affording the same to all its fellow beings;
incarcerated in webs of malice,

Paradise was in your breath; if it ardently instilled
life in the immaculately lifeless; reinvigorate
devastatingly shattered lives with the scent of
exuberant newness,

And paradise was in your heart; if it took an infinite
more births for the person it loved; ensuring that the
waves of immortal love; formed invincible bonds;
uniting the rich and poor alike; from even the most
remotest corners of this boundless planet…


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

 

How could I ever feel sad; let even the most minuscule
iota of gloom linger insidiously near my sensitive
senses?
As my life blossomed into a garden of voluptuously
fragrant roses; each time I uttered your sacrosanct
name….

How could I ever feel deprived; stumble inexplicably
in a land of frustration and parasitically venomous
malice?
As my life lit up into a billion candles of optimistic
hope; each time I glimpsed your perennially
charismatic smiles….

How could I ever feel an insane lunatic; deliriously
chasing the maniacal tunnel of nothingness; which led
into the ghastly graveyard?
As my life became a playground of mesmerizing fun and
frolic; each time I heard the passionate pulsations;
of your seductively heavenly voice….

How could I ever feel without an entity of my own;
staggering ludicrously in the corridors of abominably
orphaned dilapidation?
As my life escalated to the most spectacularly
compassionate summits kissing the clouds; each time I
sighted you trespassing like a silken angel; through
the mystical hills….

How could I ever feel rotting in the aisles of
devastating stagnation; not reaching a single
milestone; even though I galloped a countless steps?
As my life glowed more blazingly than the Omnipotently
golden Sun; each time I stared innocuously into the
poignantly rhapsodic empathy; engulfing your
enchanting eyes….

How could I ever feel that I was disastrously
penurious; with hostile rats circulating in my pant
pockets; instead of shimmering currency coin?
As my life culminated into richest treasure on this
earth alive; each time I kissed you ardently; on your
marvelously everlasting lips….

How could I ever feel that I was gruesomely blind;
with even the most feeble rays of light; irrevocably
refraining from entering into my lame eyes?
As my life fulminated into a fountain of invincible
happiness; each time your gorgeously tantalizing
breath; blended wholesomely with mine….

How could I ever feel that I was an uncouth murderer
of mankind; inevitably surviving in a world profusely
entrenched with manipulative and mortifying cowardice
?
As my life bloomed into an apostle of celestial peace;
each time I bonded my wayward senses; with the
magnanimous benevolence enshrouding each element of
your immaculate countenance….

How could I ever feel aimlessly loitering; without a
single target accomplished in the destined tenure of
my impoverished life?
As my life basked in the glory of unparalleled
success; each time I took divine refuge; in the
magnetically alluring shadows of your stupendous
feet….

And how could I ever feel kicked barbarically by the
monotonously conventional society; for apparently no
fault of mine; and simply because I stuttered to
coalesce with their lecherous spirit?
As my life spawned into the ultimate PARADISE OF LOVE;
each time I let the beats of your immortal heart;
enslave me for fathomless times….



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»Our very first wedding night

 

It was a night for which we both had ardently waited; like the uncouthly sweltering deserts wait; for the first droplets of resplendently bountiful rain,

It was a night for which we both had timelessly waited; like the unfathomably emaciated shark in the boundless oceans waits; for plentiful scores of succulently ravishing fish,

It was a night for which we both had unlimitedly waited; like the disastrously Spartan stillness of the forests waits; for the first roars of the majestically parading and invincibly towering lion,

It was a night for which we both had unceasingly waited; like the lugubriously decaying candle-wick waits; for the infallibly dancing flames to kiss its chapped periphery,

It was a night for which we both had inexhaustibly waited; like the haplessly dying cow waits; for unsurpassably pristine meadows of bountifully unadulterated grass,

It was a night for which we both had passionately waited; like the hopelessly asphyxiating blackness of the evening waits; for the optimistically enlightening twinkling of the impeccable stars,

It was a night for which we both had limitlessly waited; like the dreadfully morbid corpse waits; for reinvigorating traces of spell bindingly perennial life,

It was a night for which we both had unendingly waited; like the gruesomely barren sheets of lackadaisically sullen paper wait; for countless lines of exquisitely compassionate calligraphy,

It was a night for which we both had eternally waited; like the sullenly solitary epitome of the Herculean mountain waits; for a compassionately unbridled and impregnable embrace,

It was a night for which we both had untiringly waited; like the brutally parched buds of the tongue wait; for endless number of sips of gloriously Omnipotent water,

It was a night for which we both had unstoppably waited; like the unflinchingly true martyr waits; for the moment when he could altruistically shed his life for his unassailably sacrosanct motherland,

It was a night for which we both had frenetically waited; like the robustly seasoned cricket bat waits; for the first juicy full toss of the over to synergistically arrive,

It was a night for which we both had fervently waited; like the first jubilantly nubile petal of the scarlet rose waits; to be insuperably embraced and ecstatically smelt,

It was a night for which we both had indefinitely waited; like the traumatically bleeding feet wait; for being wholeheartedly welcomed by a pathway of poignant lotus’s and ebulliently traversing through the same,

It was a night for which we both had indefatigably waited; like the miserably flailing wind of undefeatable righteousness waits; for the celestially victorious mirror of truth,

It was a night for which we both had intransigently waited; like the helplessly squeaking fledgling in the shattered nest waits; for its wings to ecstatically develop and wonderfully fly,

It was a night for which we both had irretrievably waited; like the remorsefully shriveled veins in the body wait; for incessantly fructifying streams of blessedly crimson blood,

It was a night for which we both had intractably waited; like the nostril ruthlessly buried an infinite feet beneath mundane earth waits; for unfathomable skies of rhapsodically fresh breath,

It was a night for which we both had undyingly waited; like the indiscriminately pulverized heart and soul in the chest wait; for even the most diminutive innuendos and beats of immortal love,

And It was a night for which we both had unimaginably waited to perpetually and wholesomely unite in mind; body; soul and breath; like every tangible organism on the planet waits for the Lord to enter its impoverished life; it was a night in which we were going to be forever bonded in the oceans of conjugal bliss; it was a night which was going to be our very first wedding night....

©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Passing through her heart

 

As I tried to pass through the flamboyant Sun; its
blistering rays wasted no time at all in charring me
to inconspicuous bits of stray ash,

As I tried to pass through the pearly Moon; its
tenacious beams permeated through my spell of profound
concentration; and it was difficult for me to
recognize my own entity as I got out,

As I tried to pass through the valley of silken
clouds; I had tumultuous difficulty in opening my
eyes; miserably failed to recognize my cherished ones
in the obfuscated haze that engulfed me in wholesome
entirety,

As I tried to pass through pugnacious plumes of black
smoke; I wildly vomited all what I had consumed for
breakfast at dawn and succulent supper at night,

As I tried to pass through a river of bubbling acid;
all what I found was a conglomerate of my own
pulverized bones after exuberantly reaching the banks,

As I tried to pass through the morbidly dark tunnel; I
felt my voice ghoulishly echo; fomenting the last hair
down my spine to stand in electric unison,

As I tried to pass through the virgin sea shores; I
winced in tumultuous anguish as an obnoxious cluster
of crabs stung my flesh with deadly poison,

As I tried to pass through the densely camouflaged
jungles; my heart and soul nearly sank into my boots;
and I found my trousers profusely wetted as the
thunderous roar of the tiger crept stunningly close to
my skin,
As I tried to pass through the pitch dark street; I
experienced the worst encounter of my life; when a
gang of thieves satanically stole all my possessions;
left me stranded without a single cloth on my body,

As I tried to pass through the sliding lift doors; I
felt a sudden spasm in my hand; and before realization
could dawn upon the barbaric metal had already taken
several of my innocuous fingers,

As I tried to pass through the scintillating mirror
door; infinite shards of acrimonious glass hurtled out
in frenzy; and I settled with a terrified gasp on the
floor with blood oozing from virtually every cranny of
my body,

As I tried to pass through a cotton factory; I found
myself sneezing unrelentingly with deafening snorts;
as invisible threads voraciously tickled sensitive
arenas of my robust nose,

As I tried to pass through lanky slopes laden with
overwhelming avalanches of snow; I felt my teeth
rattling like a woodpecker; and each bone of mine died
a gory death punctured by the vicious cold,

As I tried to pass through the sooty coal mine; my
complexion metamorphosed to worse than a black cat;
and people around me ran helter-skelter; envisaging me
to be an dreadful alien from the third world,

As I tried to pass through the freshly constructed
wall; the end result found me wearing a coat of
obdurate cement on my face; half a brick on my scalp;
with a mountain of mud burying me without prior notice
into my grave,

As I tried to pass through completely full cylinders
of heavy gas; after a while I found countless bits of
my flesh blown away like specks of compressed dirt in
the atmosphere; the ingenious cavities of my brain
shooting like an untamed fountain towards the sky,

As I tried to pass through the overflowing bath of
fragrant shampoo; I found myself sputtering and
stuttering without control; and gigantic balloons of
froth wafted from my mouth everytime I ventured to
open my mouth,

As I tried to pass through the wire entrenched walls
of the formidable fortress; I catapulted like an
insipid butterfly for miles on the trot; and the shock
that occurred nearly electrocuted to ghastly death,

But when I tried to pass through her enchanting heart;
I found myself trapped for immortal times bonded with
threads of invincible love; and not only did I regain
back my previous one; but was bestowed upon with
fathomless more blissful and spell binding lives….




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

 

One shouldn't sleep more than necessary; as extra
sleep induces paramount laziness; ruins the ability of
a person to work diligently,

One shouldn't eat more than necessary; as extra food
lying dumped in the stomach; reduces your ability to
have fun; fantasize and sizzle in the corridors of
romance,

One shouldn't dance more than necessary; as extra
gyrating the body; weakens the stem of mesmerizing
ideas in the brain; instilling the legs with
inevitable sleep,

One shouldn't whistle more than necessary; as extra
whistling causes the air in the mouth to exhaust; and
makes a person falter in his speech; grasp for breath;
immediately after it,

One shouldn't cry more than necessary; as extra
shedding of tears makes the eye bloodshot and and
swollen; rendering a person unfit to walk on the
streets,

One shouldn't write more than necessary; as extra
penning down of words creates a disdain for majestic
art; and the fragile fingers then intractably refuse
to even emboss down your name,

One shouldn't swim more than necessary; as the
poignant spray of the saline sea causes erratic
allergy to the entire skin; also there is always the
danger of the monstrous shark creeping in,

One shouldn't drink wine more than necessary; as the
alcohol has a profoundly inebriating effect on the
nerves; makes a person loose complete control of his
actions; body and speech; after consuming a few sips,

One shouldn't blow one's nose more than necessary; as
excessive sneezing; engenders the moisture in the
nostrils to amazingly evaporate; and a person ends up
inhaling bellows of hostile fire; instead of
compassionate air,

One shouldn't shout more than necessary; as
unprecedented screaming; foments the chords in your
throat to wear out; and you eventually find yourself
unable to even mew as softly as the cat; after a few
minutes,

One shouldn't talk more than necessary; as baseless
talk yields plenty of secrets; and a person sometimes
in his inexorable urge to talk; doesn’t notice the
bored yawns becoming eminent and clear in the
vicinity,

One shouldn't clean more than necessary; as
unsurpassable amount of cleaning; leads to scraping
away the oils of nature; the rudiments of color which
add loads of vibrancy to life,

One shouldn't spend more than necessary; as exorbitant
expenditure results in dismal bankruptcy; and suddenly
the accounts replenished with surplus money till
yesterday; seem to be like veritable ghost towns
today,

One shouldn't fight more than necessary; as incessant
war leads to lots of bloodshed; and what started as
just a test of nerves and skill; now ends up being a
battle of blood,

One shouldn't read more than necessary; as
overwhelmingly browsing through the books night and
day; has disastrous aftermaths on robust sight,

One shouldn't kick more than necessary; as ferocious
kicking evokes heaps of tension; perpetuates hurling
of a volley of abuses at each other; and thereby
disrupting the placid environment,

One shouldn't spit more than necessary; as continuous
spitting produces squalid streaks of dirt in the
area's you tread; and sometimes you find yourself
tripping head on; in the same slime you ejected out on
this earth,

One shouldnt't preach more than necessary; because at
times you tend to become a victim of your own ideals;
rather than having an impact and changing the lives of
other humans,

I think I have bored you enough with this unending
list of 'shouldnt's', but before emancipating I would
like to tell you; that there is indeed a thing that
you should do more than necessary; and which does not
have anything such as necessary or unnecessary in the
dictionary of its existence,

O! yes the thing I am talking about is none other than
your all time favorite, and which you must be dying to
proclaim at the moment as 'PASSIONATE LOVE'...



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Past, Present and near future

 

AS INNOCUOUS AS the wail of a newly born infant; sleeping blissfully in
his
airtight cradle,

As evanescent as the sun setting behind the mountains; giving way to
the
descending of night,

As nimble as the fleet footed squirrel; traversing night and day
through
hollow spaces of the tree,

As tender as a woman draped in pure silk; her embellished eyelids
lowered a
trifle in meek submission,

As redolent as the tendrils of the blossoming rose; shimmering in
magnificent
color under orange rays of the sun,

As impeccable as the spires of the temple; towering harmoniously
towards the
sky,
Was my early childhood and past.


As speedy as the flying aircraft; cutting placid currents of breeze at
electric velocity,

As boisterous as the kangaroo; taking two leaps at a time,

As rambunctious as the humming bee; buzzing discordant and loud at all
times,

As tenacious as the milky white moon; profoundly illuminating the
ghastly
darkness,

As passionate as thunder clouds colliding in the cosmos; and the
subsequent
pelting down of torrential rain,

As pragmatic as commercial business; equating the intricate nuances of
life,
Is my robustly rubicund youth and present.



As mystical as the unfathomable gorge; the echo reverberating loud and
stringent across the valley,

As mysterious as the enigmas of the universe; infinite riddles of
creation
left unexplored,

As inexplicable as the sporadic shedding of leaves in autumn; the
rendering of
lush green landscapes into barren land,

As poignant as the hood of the serpent; its fangs snaring viciously in
spell
bound enchantment,

As uncanny as the underground volcano; with its dormant lava
unpredictably
circulating all around,

And I now leave it entirely on my omniscient creator to chisel my
dreams; mold
my destiny; unveil my near future.


(c)(r)copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Past, Present, and Future Life

 

One moment I felt as if I was dismally sinking to the rock bottom of the fathomlessly deep ocean; while the very next instant God placed me in the captains cabin; on the opulently diamond studded ship,

One moment I felt as if I was not even able to remember my very own name; while the very next instant God made me the most ingenious Scientist ever born on this planet,

One moment I felt as if I was slowly losing my ability to sight; with the world seeming an obfuscated blur through my drearily batting lids; while the very next instant God made me a lanky beaked hawk; able to dive from astronomical heights; catch my succulent prey in a just single dip,

One moment I felt as if I was going to be brutally pulverized in the gruesome car accident; while the very next instant God placed me on the top most summit of the mountain; made me witness the entire world as a blissfully astounding paradise,

One moment I felt as if I was begging disdainfully on the appallingly shivering streets; while the very next instant God granted me a seat on the supremely embellished golden throne; made me the most invincible and worshipped king,

One moment I felt as if I was writhing miserably on the floor in thoroughly lost despair; while the very next instant God made me the impregnably towering fortress; which was simply unable to invade from any side,

One moment I felt as if I was starving without a droplet of water being visible till far and remote distances; while the very next instant God inundated my empty bowl with tantalizing morsels of food; pacified my scorching throat to an extent that it never felt thirsty all my life,

One moment I felt that I was being assaulted by a gang of viciously satanic demons; running like a matchstick through the desolate lanes of the city; while the very next instant God made me the president of the country; with a fleet of armed bodyguards following me like a shadow wherever I went,

One moment I felt that I was stuttering on every word that I spoke; was hardly able to complete a single sentence without pathetically floundering infinite number of times; while the very next instant God made me the best musician trespassing on this earth; mesmerizing millions with the magnetic charisma in my voice,

One moment I felt that I was stumbling embarrassingly at every step I took; while the very next instant God made me a handsome eagle soaring majestically through open blue sky; covering miles of territory on the trot; with a single wing flap of mine,

One moment I felt that I was going to use my thumb to sign all my documents; as I was transiting into blatantly illiterate; while the very next instant God bestowed upon me the prowess of evolving billions of lines of poetry in a single working day,

One moment I felt that I was swooning towards the obdurate ground after a deadly venomous sting; while the very next instant God deluged my life with sweet nectar; made me philander like a prince in an ocean of celestial honey,

One moment I felt that I was overwhelmed with mind boggling stress; would be crushed under the tyranny of monotonous routine which wouldn’t spare me the slightest; while the very next instant God blessed me with divinely sleep; swept away even the tiniest of my tension; like the Sun melts white ice,

One moment I felt that I would plummet inevitably into the valley as the brakes of my car abruptly failed; while the very next instant God made me walk without a scratch to my body out of the jammed door; while my automobile exploded into a fireball of pugnacious flames,

One moment I felt that I was shivering hysterically in inexplicable fever and horrendous disease; while the very next instant God made me the perennial waterfall; which delighted millions with its robustly cascading silvery froth,

One moment I felt that I was disappearing into oblivion; with my entity soon about to fade into an island of nothingness; while the very next instant God made me as tall as the boundlessly gargantuan sky; looming large over every other entity on the trajectory of this planet,

One moment I felt that I was crying indefatigably; there was nothing except tears in my uncouthly unpardonable life; while the very next instant God made me break into a battalion of flirtatious smiles; profusely lit up and triggered my life with everlasting happiness,

One moment I felt that I was losing all my power; the bulging muscle in my shoulder was evaporating into obsolete oblivion; while the very next instant God made me the strongest individual on this globe; possessing the supreme tenacity to scrap evil from its very slim and non-existent roots,

And one moment I felt that I was dying; on the brink of relinquishing passionate breath any unveiling second; while the very next instant God not only flooded my staggering lungs with unprecedented amounts of fresh air; but bequeathed upon me the power to exist beyond; past; present and future life…



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»Peaceful friend

 

A DOG IS an animal of peace and love,
He is adolescent and tough.

He has his ears cocked high up in the air,
His feet are locked in mystery's grace,
He disappears around without a trace.

His indignant eyeballs are lovely brown,
Which depict the splendor of his hometown.

His body is well muscled, his cheeks jutting out,
as he prepares himself for the final bout.

His silky whiskers are well pruned and sturdy,
They can withstand the inevitable heat of summer,
They get geared up for a lot to come.

He has teeth as sharp as a mouse,
He has this uncanny ability to find himself a
fulfilling spouse.

He has his tail endowed to him by nature,
Which shakes and wags vociferously at instant of joy,
But shrinks in fear at sights of a wicked boy.

His square and robust head ultimates to express
itself,
His stomach hungry to human grace.




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