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»Who was she?

 

Who was she who stole my sleep; although I felt like
collapsing like a dead sack; perspiring more than Sun
all throughout the brilliant day?

Who was she who made me feel like a prince; although I
was the poorest entity alive; rotting in stinking
jute; as my comrades danced in majestic silk outside?

Who was she who tormented me beyond the point of no
control; tantalizing me like a heavenly seductress;
and then living me supremely replenished in my
impoverished life?

Who was she who made me crave for more although I had
achieved my share from my life; made me insatiably
wander through uncanny lanes of the romantically
unexplored?

Who was she who made me love every entity on this
fathomless planet; when infact I had even forgotten to
take my name with pride?

Who was she who ignited thunderbolts of unprecedented
desire in my diminutive demeanor; even though it
murderously snowed since centuries outside?

Who was she who came like an angel in my blood; not
only mitigating it from the most deadliest of disease;
but granting it an incredulously infinite more lives?

Who was she who became each word I spoke; each dream
that I desired even in the most boisterous of light;
stumbling on each footstep although I had the most
strongest of feet?

Who was she who always invisibly comforted me the most
when I needed it; ensuring I irrefutably emerged
triumphant in every aspect of intrepidly challenging
life?

Who was she who was the unflinching candle of my every
night; who divinely guided me to my mission; the
ultimate fantasies of my life; even before I could
speak?

Who was she who made me witness paradise even in the
midst of unruly traffic; propelled me to take birth an
infinite times; till I blissfully pacified the
insurmountable agony of my dwindling soul?

Who was she who made me soar through the clouds like a
royal eagle; compassionately romancing with the exotic
winds that clung ardently to my famished wings?

Who was she who engendered me to continue God’s sacred
chapter of never ending life; making me procreate
countless more of my kind?

Who was she who deluged my life with unsurpassable
happiness; metamorphosing each tear of mine into
pearls of exuberantly enthralling joy?

Who was she who at times became my mother; my father;
my sister; never making me feel that I was uncouthly
orphaned right since my first cry of devastated life?

Who was she who made me oblivious to the most
thunderous sounds in this Universe; following her
footsteps like an insane lunatic; even after the last
droplet of blood had wholesomely evaporated from my
veins?

Who was she who came like a shadow in my pathetic
survival; became the insatiably voluptuous redolence
of each of my senses; assuming monumental proportions
more than the divine?

Who was she who stole each beat of my heart; made me
feel the richest alive not only in this birth; but
immortalized each minuscule breath of mine?

And although I didn’t meet her in this lifetime of
mine; not had the tiniest of insinuation of how her
body looked; it was indeed the power of her invincible
soul; that made me break through each hell; love her
forever and ever and ever in a land of the Omnipotent
God’s; in a land of ultimate paradise…



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

 

Whether it be clambering the footsteps that led to
your dwelling; or whether it be exuberantly galloping
to the summit of the Herculean mountain; in lightening
seconds of time,

Whether it be whispering your fears into your mother’s
ear; or whether it be blazingly silencing the wail of
derogatory corruption; with the power of unflinching
righteousness in your exhilarated voice,

Whether it be plucking a singleton fruit for your
existence; or whether it be indefatigably expending
every element of your intrepid silhouette; to
philanthropically feed all on this planet; one and
alike,

Whether it be envisaging about what was going to
unveil just an infinitesimal footstep beyond your
body; or whether it be galloping your brain on an
unrelenting rampage; to assimilate all panoramic
beauty on this earth in your wandering soul,

Whether it be stooping and cleaning every iota of dust
from your kitchen window; or whether it be
patriotically baring your irrefutably sparkling
countenance; for the sake of your entire motherland,

Whether it be bathing your dreary bones under the
measly trickle diffusing from your dilapidated tap; or
whether it be gyrating in profound furor with the
ravishingly undulating ocean waves,

Whether it be straining your ear towards the sounds of
the majestically mellifluous nightingale; or whether
it be ebulliently absorbing the ingratiating
fascination of this gigantic world; like unbelievable
darts of white lightening through your ears,

Whether it be tanning the patches of profuse white in
your skin as the first rays of Sun shone enchantingly
outside; or whether it be audaciously facing the
mighty winds of the ferociously sweltering desert;
singlehandedly,

Whether it be tracing the outlines of your quavering
shadow with your curled fingers; or whether it be
wholesomely coalescing even the most mercurial element
of your mind; body and conscience with the religion of
eternally insuperable mankind,

Whether it be embossing an inconspicuous alphabet on
barren paper; or whether it be tumultuously inundating
fathomless kilometers of disastrously bane canvas;
with boundless volumes of spell binding literature,

Whether it be assisting your own kin in whatever way
you could; or whether it be standing like an
unconquerable fortress in the face of the most acrid
adversity; for handsomely mitigating every orphaned
and blessed; alike,

Whether it be feeling exultated by just a globule of
rain on your impoverished caricature; or whether it be
uninhibitedly wandering through the lanes of
unfathomably radiant and celestial paradise,

Whether it be flirting with sensuously nubile maidens
behind the sunset hills; or whether it be surrendering
even the most fugitive beat of your heart to the
person your implacably loved,

Whether it be licking a parsimonious glob of holistic
honey; or whether it be wanting the symbiotic
sweetness of the unsurpassably iridescent atmosphere;
to nestle miraculously on the tip of your emaciating
tongue,

Whether it be passing out your examinations at school
to appease your revered parents; or whether it be
royally acquiring every felicitation on this boundless
planet; even beyond they could ever perceive to
magnificently come,

Whether it be a capricious craving to harness artistry
with your very own scarlet blood; or whether it be a
altruistic resolution to poignantly dedicate every day
of your life; to the benign service of innocuously
bountiful mankind,

Whether it be an evanescent breath that you wanted to
expunge from your beleaguered nostrils; or whether it
be a vibrantly impregnable determination of your
conscience to instill quintessential life in every
extinguishing life; that you encountered in your way,

Whether it be your signature for a single humanitarian
life; or whether it be your immortal pledge to take
birth an infinite times; till the time you eradicated
every obnoxious trace of uxoriously depraving slavery
and poverty,

Whatever benevolent you do; whether it be minuscule or
whether it be more colossal than your timeless life;
do it wholeheartedly; plunging every trace of your
heart; blood; breath and body ardently into it,

And then you will find; that with the blessings of the
Omnipotent Lord; there would be no salacious devil to
impede you in your way; there would be no devil to
stop you; invincibly succeed…..


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Wholesomely and Completely dead

 




Neither could it ever wholeheartedly laugh; even as the most unbelievably effervescent clowns danced in inarticulate unison around it; and for times beyond the realms of handsome eternity,

Neither could it ever mischievously twinkle; even as the most vivaciously nubile maidens; rapturously encircled its stupendously masculine teats and uninhibitedly rampant chest hair,

Neither could it ever unabashedly dream; even as the most tantalizingly surreal mists of heavenliness; profusely enshrouded it from every conceivable end,

Neither could it ever sensuously romanticize; even as the most voluptuously enchanting women of tomorrow; indefatigably traced every of its visibly blessed vein,

Neither could it ever merrily whistle; even as the most profoundly euphoric winds of the atmosphere; made a poignantly enthralling beeline for every bit of open space in its nostrils,

Neither could it ever sensitively hear; even as the most ecstatically thunderous sounds of mother nature; unleashed themselves on every barren quarter of this Universe; in the form of unrelentingly seductive rain,

Neither could it ever celestially eat; even as the most bounteously panoramic fruits of nature divine; vividly danced till times beyond infinity; right infront of its eyes,

Neither could it ever effusively empathize; even as the most wretchedly bizarre sufferings on innocuously untainted humanity; lambasted at whisker lengths from its placid contours,

Neither could it ever joyously blush; even as it was ubiquitously serenaded; by every man and woman alive on the trajectory of this fathomlessly spell-binding planet,

Neither could it ever perspicaciously prognosticate; even as the most impregnably divine rays of resplendent clairvoyance; victoriously blazed through the royal whites of its eyes,

Neither could it ever jubilantly speak; even as the most mystically pin-dropp silence in the fabric of the entire earth around; fervently and solely waited for nothing else; but being timelessly consecrated by only his voice,

Neither could it ever symbiotically embrace; even as every religion; fraternity; color; and tribe on this gigantic earth; came invincibly close to it after forgetting all differences of caste; creed; and perennially bonding into the religion of priceless humanity,

Neither could it ever ardently desire; even as the most insuperably wondrous dewdrops of effulgent excitement; sparkled till times beyond infinity; all over its silent and humbly obeisant bodily contours,

Neither could it ever righteously earn; even as the entire wealth on this boundlessly enigmatic planet; was there for him to command; only if he executed the quintessentially simple words of immortal love,

Neither could it ever potently proliferate; even as the most rapturously enamoring ladies of mankind; were seen tirelessly squabbling with each other; to ascertain their right to interminably mate with him first,

Neither could it ever perseveringly sweat; even as the most Omnipotently blazing beams of the Sun; traced an infinite circles of true manhood; on its unnervingly exposed armpits,

Neither could it ever synergistically defecate; even as the most obnoxiously decayed elements of food and water; unstoppably swelled and reigned supreme; in its unmoving intestines and stomach,

Neither could it ever passionately breathe; even as the entire Universe of exuberantly undefeated air; lay readily virgin for it; to majestically and timelessly devour with its pair of harmonious nostrils,

Neither could it ever perpetually love; even as every beat of peerlessly unflinching companionship on this endlessly fructifying earth; expressed its very last wish as entering into the caverns of its fearless chest,


And how on earth could it ever do all this; as the body which once upon a time was the most unassailably virile form on planet earth; had now been consumed by the coffins of remorsefully unending extinction; had now succumbed to inevitably unbearable fate; was as a matter of fact; now; and an infinite more moments from now on; declared by the Omnipresent Creator; as wholesomely and completely dead…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Why are you bothered

 

You just climb the tree with a spirit of adventure
drenching each of your bedraggled senses; and the
winds of untamed euphoria encapsulating each of your
dreary nerves,
Why are you bothered about counting the innumerable
number of branches that came in between; the
incomprehensibly pertinent barricade of worms and
insects that you encountered in your way?

You just eat the mango wholeheartedly with stupendous
relish; rhapsodically devouring its majestic skin with
the ecstatic buds in your tongue,
Why are you bothered about counting the unsurpassable
number of seeds incarcerated in its belly; the
baseless strands of bitterness that protruded
harmlessly from its body?

You just swim exuberantly across the bountifully
ravishing lake; letting the heavenly waters take
celestial control over the boundless battalion of
frazzled parasites lingering in your insidious blood,
Why are you bothered about counting the meaningless
number of ripples that floated on the surface; the
innocuously drifting sea weed and frigid lumber that
kissed your shriveled skin; as you drifted by?

You just bask in the aisles of unprecedentedly
ebullient fantasy and desire; galloping towards the
summit of unparalleled happiness as each instant
unveiled by,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless
number of images that stupendously enshrouded your
nimble mind; the fathomless myriad of color which
hovered obscurely in the interiors of your
intriguingly passionate brain cells?

You just patriotically march for your motherland in
all situations alike; beheading the army of
lecherously blood-sucking traitors on the other side;
with your invincible sword of righteousness,
Why are you bothered about counting the invidiously
augmenting number of devils; the unending repertoire
of insinuations that they harbored; in their murderous
plot to overtopple sagacious mankind?

You just sight your bountifully endowed reflection in
the profusely sparkling mirror; admiring the intricate
shapes of your countenance bestowed upon you in
vibrant abundance; by the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
Why are you bothered about counting the worthless
sheets of dead fiber imprisoned inside the glass; the
disdainful blotches of dirt failing occasionally to
cast their impression upon its satiny periphery?

You just disseminate the ideals of immortal peace;
love and humanity; to the most remotest parts of this
boundlessly benign Universe,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless
fleet of manipulative politicians and tycoons; the
ropes of treacherous drudgery that they had spun upon
the crippled and enslaved; alike?

You just pursue whatever the innermost recesses of
your heart dictate; passionately bonding and blending
with the waves of unconquerable artistry and the
Omnipresent aura of fantasy for centuries immemorial,
Why are you bothered about counting the unendingly
monotonous jokers around; for whom nothing else
mattered on this earth; but working like an insane
clockwork from nine to nine?

And you just pursue your love in this bloomingly
mesmerizing life; immortally coalescing with its
Omniscient spirit every time you were bestowed upon
with an opportunity to be born; robustly once again,
Why are you bothered about counting the ludicrously
corrupt barriers of conventionally rigid society; the
tremendously cowardly pattern that they had adopted
since the time that they had emanated their very first
breath; the same dastardly pattern which they wanted
you to incorrigibly follow; for ostensibly no reason
or rhyme?




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

 

If the ravishingly mesmerizing lotus could spawn from
the; stinkingly sordid pond of lugubriously dolorous
dirt; with nothing but an obfuscated haze of decaying
scarecrows around,
Then why couldn’t you exist as pristine as an
immaculate angel; amidst the horrendously berserk
ratrace for commercial lunatism; the tornadoes of
abhorrent jealously that pulverized countless into
threadbare dust? ? ?

If the brilliantly blazing fireball of Sun could arise
from behind; the prison of ominously insidious and
horrifically crippling clouds,
Then why couldn’t you exist as the ultimate messiah of
philanthropic truth; in a world treacherously
enshrouded by the winds of diabolical hatred; and
abominably ruthless lies? ? ?

If the carpet of resplendently robust grass could
evolve bountifully around the murderously rueful
corpse; stagnating in realms of disparagingly
deteriorating and delinquent oblivion,
Then why couldn’t you exist as an unflinchingly
innocuous patriot; whilst the planet around you
parasitically sucked indefatigable reservoirs of
blood; fought every moment of their lives for
spuriously materialistic gains? ? ?

If Omnipotent whirlpools of golden honey could ooze
from amidst the branches of the barbarically thorny
hive; lecherously trying its best to dreadfully abrade
its harmonious melody,
Then why couldn’t you exist as a messiah bonding all
humanity one and alike; even as thunderously
dictatorial hell rained unsparingly everywhere around
you; from the heart of hell in fathomless sky? ? ?

If rejuvenating water gloriously oozed from the belly
of the savage cactus; with nothing but an entrenchment
of hostile nails to penalize it every unleashing
second; in the truculently scorching heat,
Then why couldn’t you solely follow the inner most
tunes of your passionate heart; even as the very
entity of charismatic human had metamorphosed into a
robotic missile; indiscriminately trampling upon one
another; to maliciously catapult to the summit of
bombastic prosperity? ? ?

If the resplendently euphoric voice of the nightingale
could diffuse profoundly unconquerable magic in the
gigantic forests; inspite of the salaciously man-eater
lion; thunderously trumpeting its incoherently demonic
feet,
Then why couldn’t you irrefutably adhere to the
principles of symbiotically benign existence; even as
the entire globe around you; had invidiously
transformed into a marketplace of artificiality; a
graveyard of raunchy flesh trade? ? ? ?

If the most impeccably opalescent Moon could blossom
from the heart of ghastly darkness; a torturous
ambience of black heinously stabbing it from all
sides,
Then why couldn’t you cherish an infinite births on
the sacrosanct footsteps of your divine mother; even
as the entire earth around you; malevolently shrugged
the ones they loved the most in their insipid conquest
of earning; pugnacious money? ? ? ?

If unsurpassable gallons of Omnipresent breath
sprouted in the aisles of bizarre nothingness; with
the endless battalion of tyrannizing demons trying
their absolute best to asphyxiate even the most
capricious iota of blissful life,
Then why couldn’t you unequivocally maneuver your
conscience towards the path of eternal righteousness;
even as the entire Universe around you; insanely
thrived on sardonically sullen platforms of
manipulation and coldblooded lies? ? ?

And if true love reigned immortally supreme everytime
the earth was born; although the insurmountably
lambasting cauldron of devils; massacred its priceless
throne a countless times,
Then why couldn’t you altruistically relinquish every
trace of your life for suffering humanity on each step
that you tread; even as the entire planet around you;
gruesomely blinded each other in their quest of
greedily sighting the first rays of dawn? ? ?





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Why did he?

 

Why did he have to walk with a crippled leg,
when several of his age took part in marathon race.
Why did he beg with bruised bowls of cheap copper,
When bulk of the population sipped peach flavored
chocolate rum.
Why did he travel long distance on rusty bicycle,
Silver sedans with undeserving youth clambered through
dream lanes of the
valley.
Why did he quench his thirst with contaminated tap
water,
His counterpart mates drank Irish spring water all
night and day.
Why did he sleep with clattering teeth with threadbare
sacks wrapped round his
body,
Affluent children snuggled tightly under the comfort
of their Persian quilt.
Why did he spend his day begging and pulling truck
load,
youth of his age swam merrily, played long tennis with
cushioned racket.
Why did he place his feet on scorched tarmac,
The prince in the palace tread on Luke warm chips of
scented marble.
Why did he speak in a rustic village accent,
Teenagers of his kind babbled inarticulately in
different styles of slang.
Why did he wear clothes that were stained with colored
spit and mud,

Why did he have no one to wipe his tears with tinges
of blood,
God bestowed riches on some and a mountain of
horrendous difficulty on the
other

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

 

Wholeheartedly use the knife; but not to ruthlessly
massacre and preposterously kill,
Irrefutably ensure that you blazingly drove the
treacherously salacious devil; fathomless kilometers
away from your sacrosanct motherland; with its
intrepid sharpness instead…

Wholeheartedly use the thorn; but not to
hedonistically puncture innocuously mesmerizing skin;
Irrefutably ensure that you poignantly carved an
unfathomable flurry of mystically embellished designs
in impeccably whites sands; with its explicitly
blistering edge instead…

Wholeheartedly use the bludgeon; but not to lambaste
immaculately intriguing scalps into infinitesimally
pulverized ash,
Irrefutably ensure that you unflinching defended all
those torturously divested; from the diabolical
footsteps of the indiscriminately advancing devil;
with its formidable strength instead…

Wholeheartedly use the abuse; but not to lecherously
reproach the sacredly widowed mother,
Irrefutably ensure that you taught an ultimate lesson
to the sanctimoniously sodomized politicians son; who
kept even the most pricelessly divine entity alive at
the tip of his cadaverous shoe; with its resonating
whiplash instead …

Wholeheartedly use the scarecrow; but not to
baselessly petrify the innocently wandering and
blessedly blossoming child,
Irrefutably ensure that you insuperably sequestered
fathomless fields of quintessential corn; from
truculently infiltrating beats; with its amorphous
uncanniness instead….

Wholeheartedly use the curse; but not to baselessly
jinx the enchantingly newborn and vivaciously bustling
with the first cry of vibrant life,
Irrefutably ensure that you perpetually froze
derogatorily frigid corruption; in its very
nonchalantly ghastly roots; with its acerbic
sultriness instead….

Wholeheartedly use the venom; but not to hideously
asphyxiate the staggering beggar’s already dwindling
breath,
Irrefutably ensure that you decimated even the most
evanescent trace of evil from the fabric of the
painstakingly degrading and deteriorating society;
with its inevitable aftermath instead….

Wholeheartedly use the storm; but not to perniciously
drown compassionately embracing friends to the
invidiously grassless rock bottom and the mouth of the
emaciated whale,
Irrefutably ensure that you unassailably overwhelmed
even the most diminutive speck of abominable
prejudice; with its rejuvenating waves instead….

Wholeheartedly use shit; but not to meaninglessly
deluge the meadows of uninhibitedly righteous scent
with an unsurpassable squall of preposterously
ungainly stench,
Irrefutably ensure that you indefatigably painted the
irately bloodsoaked castles of brutally incarcerating
anarchists; with its indescribably lascivious
ostracism instead….

Wholeheartedly use the acid; but not to heinously
victimize and char holistic entities into capricious
chunks of bizarrely threadbare absolution,
Irrefutably ensure that you extinguished the murderous
existence of all those mordantly infidel molesters;
with its implacably fuming fire instead….

Wholeheartedly use the vultures; but not to
ludicrously pluck at the skin of organisms;
unequivocally marching as the harbingers of timelessly
benevolent humanity,
Irrefutably ensure that you entirely snapped the fangs
of manipulatively parasitic ghosts; with their
unstoppably hunting beaks instead….

Wholeheartedly use betrayal; but not to devilishly
separate two perennially coalescing and divinely
bonding lovers,
Irrefutably ensure that you created unbreakable rifts
between the horrific monsters of ghoulishly
imprisoning hell; with its delinquently dolorous
remorse instead….

And wholeheartedly use death; but not to criminally
strangulate truthfully burgeoning and exhilaratingly
united mankind,
Irrefutably ensure that you beautifully relieved all
those inexplicably rotting in mortuaries of incurably
maiming disease; with its limitless silence instead….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Why did I Live?

 

Why did I live? Well perhaps for tirelessly witnessing the unabashedly innocuous giggles of my new born baby daughter; who had freshly descended from the lap of the Omnipotent Lord.

Why did I live? Well perhaps for endlessly viewing the fathomlessly barren fields; sprout into the most resplendently fructifying fruits of an optimistic tomorrow.

Why did I live? Well perhaps for stupendously appeasing even the most infinitesimal cranny of my pathetically parched throat; with the spell bindingly tantalizing raindrops of heavenly mother nature.

Why did I live? Well perhaps for uninhibitedly releasing every lugubriously frazzled ounce of energy in my skin; as I tirelessly danced under golden rays of the royal Sunset; for times immemorial.

Why did I live? Well perhaps for incorrigibly agglutinating to the venerated lap of my godly mother; fearlessly sharing all my agonies and ecstasies in the fronds of her compassionately divinely palms.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to interminably fantasize about the boundlessly enamoring beauty of this eternal universe; to sensuously cavort and mate with the most voluptuously titillating women alive.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to imbibe the ideals of unconquerably egalitarian truth and non-violence; to act as an harbinger of unceasing peace for every caste; creed; fraternity and color of humanity.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to tirelessly procreate my very own clan; impregnably ensuring that the chapter of the Omniscient lord’s creation forever burgeoned; as I passionately contributed my very best.

Why did I live? Well perhaps for wholeheartedly laughing each bone of my body out; at the various parodies and enthusing inexplicabilities that the colossal atmosphere around me; had to harmoniously offer.

Why did I live? Well perhaps for perennially embracing every of my fellow comrade; which the uncouthly barbarous world had unforgivably shunted; and who was now one quintessential ingredient of my very own blood.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to unflinchingly salute the Omnipresent Sun as it arose every morning at jubilantly effulgent dawn; to let its undefeated glory pave a path of peerless righteousness in every conceivable pore of my body.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to sight how handsomely gifted was my nimbly impoverished form in the incredulously scintillating mirror; all by the grace of the unassailably wonderful Lord.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to invincibly sleep like a freshly born infant; unshakably snapping my lips shut; at the ominously sacrilegious crackle of midnight.

Why did I live? Well perhaps for intransigently peering into the silken blue tufts of the bountiful sky; assimilating inspiration of a countless more lifetimes into my soul; as I ardently appreciated its majestic aura.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to unceasingly fall into the most poignantly humanitarian of relationships; timelessly explore the unfathomably fantastic vagaries of the human mind.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to earn every iota of wealth ever conceived on planet earth; so that I could exist as the most royally unfettered Kind; and simultaneously afford the same right to every living organism on this blessed planet.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to be inscrutably tantalized by the umpteenth sounds of the gloriously triumphant forest; feel the sensitivity of the rhapsodically undying wind created unparalleled tremors of desire in every nubile pore of my flesh.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to unforgivingly massacre every trace of the hedonistically massacring devil on the trajectory of this globe; metamorphose this beleaguered earth once again into the most victoriously fertile paradise.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to forever bid an irrevocable adieu to a thing called spuriously sanctimonious destiny; evolve a destiny whose foundations rested on righteously persevering hard work; instead.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to bond every passionately volatile beat of my heart; with the immortal beats of insuperably gratifying love which were prevalent in even the most evanescent ounce of the atmosphere.

Why did I live? Well perhaps to unrelentingly relish the unbelievably fiery puff of passionate air that resurgently rushed into my nostrils every single instant; which was my sole source of all desire on this untiring Universe.

And why did I live? Definitely because the unconquerably Almighty Creator wanted me to; this very moment and till every other moment that he ordered me to symbiotically live; as the complete control over my first and very last breath; was his; his and forever and inimitably his…

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»Why did I love to perpetually love?

 

Why did I love eating exotically succulent fruit? Well it was solely because of the most gluttonously impoverished existence; of my pathetically tormented stomach.

Why did I love to profoundly empathize with every fraternity of despairing living kind? Well it was solely because of the most devastatingly parched existence; of my callously dried eyeballs?

Why did I love to intransigently fantasize? Well it was solely because of the most deplorably famished existence; of my robotically truculent brain…

Why did I love to interminably adventure? Well it was solely because of the most penuriously irascible existence; of my restlessly wailing knees…

Why did I love to perseveringly perspire? Well it was solely because of the most haplessly disoriented existence; of my emotionlessly fretful armpits…

Why did I love to mellifluously sing? Well it was solely because of the most preposterously tyrannized existence; of my uncontrollably quavering throat…

Why did I love to timelessly sip upon mesmerizing streams of water? Well it was solely because of the most hedonistically despondent existence; of my unsurpassably parched tongue….

Why did I love to unendingly tantalize every of my goose-bump? Well it was solely because of the most fanatically delirious existence; of my venomously victimized skin….

Why did I love to invincibly sleep? Well it was solely because of the most parsimoniously subjugated existence; of my brutally pulverized and defeated nerves….

Why did I love to tirelessly procreate? Well it was solely because of the most unbelievably petulant existence; of my unstoppably overflowing virility…

Why did I love to victoriously dance? Well it was solely because of the most unceasingly agonized existence; of my pertinently imploring and restless legs…

Why did I love to hoist orphaned urchins to their destinations of compassionate comfort? Well it was solely because of the most inexorably beseeching existence; of my boisterously brimming shoulders…

Why did I love to unrelentingly roll in fields of rain soaked grass? Well it was solely because of the most unfathomably ignited existence; of my uxoriously lambasted thighs…

Why did I love to hear the most panoramically enigmatic sounds of mother nature? Well it was solely because of the most remorsefully bemoaning existence; of my treacherously starved ears….

Why did I love to indefatigably flirt in the aisles of pristine mischief? Well it was solely because of the most bizarrely reverberating existence; of my enthrallingly mystical eyebrows….

Why did I love to majestically sketch? Well it was solely because of the most unabashedly slithering existence; of my relentlessly teasing and impetuously resonating fingers…

Why did I love to endlessly discover till even beyond the realms of infinity? Well it was solely because of the most wretchedly incarcerated existence; of my forlornly divested and monotonous soul…

Why did I love to insatiably breathe? Well it was solely because of the most hopelessly asphyxiated existence; of my disastrously shriveled and crinkled lungs…

And why did I love to perpetually and impregnably love? Well it was solely because of the most unflinchingly ardent existence; of every part; pore and beat of your divinely sensuous body; O! Omnipotent beloved…

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»Why did you come into my life?

 

Why did you come into my life in the first place;
igniting the most uncurbed passions of my soul?
Only to eventually discard me like a piece of baseless
shit; not even feeling the need to shower a single
petal upon my veritable grave….

Why did you come into my life in the first place;
drifting me into a spell of unbreakable fantasy;
evoking me to dance tirelessly when I felt like
miserably stumbling at each step?
Only to eventually romance with another man of your
dreams in front of my eyes; betraying me worse than
the scorpion could betray its innocent prey…

Why did you come into my life in the first place;
gliding me like a majestic prince to the ultimate
summit of my dreams; inundating each of my senses with
profusely ingratiating charm?
Only to eventually blow me away like nonchalant wisps
of your pompous cigarette smoke; murderously
extinguishing each bit of smoke that emanated with the
skin of your uncouth feet….

Why did you come into my life in the first place;
uniting your palms in mine; standing unflinchingly by
my side even as diabolical hell descended in each
ingredient of my scarlet blood?
Only to eventually close the doors of your dwelling
coldbloodedly on my face; cuddling your paramour
inside; as I tyrannically relinquished each of my
breath….

Why did you come into my life in the first place;
catapulting me to a land higher than mesmerizing
paradise; leading me to the most glorious paths of my
impoverished existence?
Only to eventually trip me deliberately from the
pinnacle of the treacherous terrain; diffusing the
most thunderous chortle of your life; as my body
disintegrated into a countless pieces against the
rocks….

Why did you come into my life in the first place;
teaching me the essence of irrefutable humanity;
evacuating my dreary visage from a web of horrendous
gloom and unprecedented despair?
Only to eventually trade my flesh for a sleazy wad of
currency notes; basking in the lap of insatiable
luxury; as I rolled tears of blood from beneath the
ghastly entrenchment of chains…

Why did you come into my life in the first place;
giving me your shoulder to lean upon in my times of
agony; blossoming my insensitive veins into an
enchanting island of vibrant love?
Only to eventually make me the most dreaded terrorist;
as I beheaded several innocent with torrential malice;
as you relentlessly flirted with the rich man above…

Why did you come into my life in the first place;
marvelously replenishing the void of my orphaned
conscience; which lay deserted on the barbaric
streets; since my first cry of birth?
Only to eventually blind my gruesomely even in the
most flamboyantly dazzling sunlight; as you savagely
kicked me off your life; when I needed you the most…

Why did you come into my life in the first place;
frolicking with me indefatigably through optimistic
meadows of hope; embracing me more perpetually than
even a mother could cling to her child?
Only to eventually roast all my bones with satanic
condemnation; feeding them to your dog with gusto; as
your lips were encompassed with the smile of your
life…

And why did you come into my life in the first place;
stealing each beat of my heart; taking an immortal
promise along with my soul to lead a boundless lives
together?
Only to eventually leave me withering towards the
corridors of ghastly extinction; stabbing me in the
center of my happiness; as you eloped once again with
another innocent of my kind; luring him with the
sleazy titillation in your voice…


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