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»Poetry

 

If its from the center of the voluptuously enriching clouds; then it has got to be nothing else but; tantalizing droplets of blissfully soothing and blessedly emollient rain,

If its from the petals of the splendidly embellished rose; then it has got to be nothing else but; fantastically unhindered and impregnably enamoring fragrance,

If its from the pristinely untainted labyrinths of soil; then it has got to be nothing else but; brilliantly optimistic and fabulously embellished fertility,

If its from the gigantically undulating ocean; then it has got to be nothing else but; vivaciously wonderful and spell-bindingly poignant salt,

If its from the blessedly sacrosanct cow; then it has got to be nothing else but; celestially fortifying and unconquerably compassionate milk,

If its from the gallantly boisterous bumble bee; then it has got to be nothing else but; vividly enchanting and mellifluously iridescent honey,

If its from the dedicatedly twinkling eye; then it has to got be nothing else but; undauntedly handsome and triumphantly blazing intensity,

If its from the Omnipotently infallible Sun; then it has got to be nothing else but; brilliantly unfettered and undefeatedly spell-binding light,

If its from the poignantly ecstatic Wind; then it has got to be nothing else but; profoundly sensuous and unimaginably innovative exhilaration,

If its from the indomitably Herculean Mountain; then it has got to be nothing else but; perpetually subliming and convivially enshrouding unity,

If its from the fathomlessly fantastic sky; then it has got to be nothing else but; perennially venerated and artistically uninhibited openness,

If its from the marvelously virgin pearl; then it has got to be nothing else but; unfathomably resplendent and timelessly bewitching artistry,

If its from the fearlessly Godly Mother; then it has got to be nothing else but; altruistically eternal and wonderfully ameliorating care,

If its from the realms of insurmountably ignited yearning; then it has got to be nothing else but; boundlessly unparalleled and inimitably effulgent ecstasy,

If its from the jubilantly cavorting sheep; then it has got to be nothing else but; unsurpassably unadulterated and gloriously unimpeachable innocence,

If its from the victoriously scarlet blood; then it has got to be nothing else but; ardently unending and blazingly unhindered passion,

If its from the innocuously golden sweat; then it has got to be nothing else but; irrefutably righteous and truthfully synergistic perseverance,

If its from the inexhaustible dormitories of the brain; then it has got be nothing else but; surreally titillating and majestically fructifying fantasy,

If its from the mouth of the invincible lion; then it has got to be nothing else but; unlimitedly unconquerable and ferociously untamed aristocracy,

If its from the soul of the newborn child; then it has got to be nothing else but; unassailably fecund and brilliantly optimistic truth,

If its from the body of the astoundingly gifted seed; then it has got to be nothing else but; timelessly endowing and astoundingly blessing proliferation,

If its from the lines of the incoherently sculptured palm; then it has got to be nothing else but; inexplicably reverberating and uncannily inscrutable adventure,

If its from the fierily robust nostrils; then it has got to be nothing else but; inevitably divine and magically mitigating breath,

And if its from the innermost realms of the passionate heart; then it has got to be nothing else but immortally Omnipresent and endlessly captivating “Poetry”


©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.


 
 
»Poetry is the reason I live

 

Poetry is the air that I breathe in every minute;
granting me the tenacity to propel exuberantly
forward; each mundane instant of monotonous life,
Poetry is the rhapsodic wind I trespass through on my
way; engendering me to fantasize to infinite
kilometers beyond the sky,
Poetry is the most proudest possession I have ever
acquired; making me feel more privileged than the
gloriously majestic kings,
Poetry is the smile that perennially encapsulated my
lips; granting me the magical prowess of evolving a
mystical paradise; out of sheer nothingness and
bizarre wilderness,
Poetry is my reason to contentedly sleep; blissfully
conceiving the entire beauty of this fathomless planet
in each of my dreams,
Poetry is the royally grandiloquent dwelling which I
inhabit; harboring me like a divinely angel against
the most acrimonious of storm,
Poetry is the perpetual conglomerate of roses which
blossomed in my garden; blending my aboriginal
rudiments more emphatically with the soil; as their
spell binding fragrance tickled my nose,
Poetry is the tantalizing rain that fell with untamed
charisma on my naked skin; igniting the most
obliviously dormant infernos in my body; the highest
point in the sky,
Poetry is the stupendously silken fabric which I wear
to envelop my body; acting as my compassionately
amicable mate for times immemorial,
Poetry is every song I uttered from my throat;
inundating my drearily diminishing soul; with
unsurpassable happiness,
Poetry is the benevolent seed in my mind; which
proliferated at astounding speeds into the tree
called; friendship and solidarity,
Poetry is the blazing volcano of my innermost senses;
which makes me indefatigably feel that I was
euphorically bouncing and always alive,
Poetry is the enigmatic cloud that incessantly hovered
in my eyes; reinstating in me a romantic lovebird;
even as I galloped my last footstep towards my grave,
Poetry is the blood that turbulently drifted through
my labyrinth of intricate veins; instilling in me a
new found ardor as each minute unfurled,
Poetry is the pea***** which always perched on my
window at the crack of vespered dawn; culminating its
vivacious festoon of feathers full bloom; to cast its
impregnable spell upon the languid atmosphere,
Poetry is all the wealth that I could ever assimilate;
infact made me feel the richest man on this
unfathomably huge planet without even a cloth
entrenching my skin,
Poetry is an appetizingly rubicund fruit in my
palette; which didn't metamorphose its celestial
dimensions the slightest; even after my countless
bites,
Poetry is the cardinal motive which I wanted to
ubiquitously propagate all throughout the Universe;
embodying its marvelously ever-young spirit; in
whomsoever who came my way,
Poetry is a profoundly optimistic beam of light in my
life; an indomitable shoulder for me to lean upon in
my times of inexplicable distress,
And poetry is the very reason that I live; infact the
very reason for which I could relinquish breath this
very moment for and die; of course only to breathe
again with it; in realms of Omnipotent heaven….

©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Poetry, Poetry and only Poetry

 

Telling me to go to office; spending marathon hours of
the day under menacing eyes of my disgustingly
manipulative boss,
Was like asking a man to gallop to the absolute
pinnacle of Everest; without fingers on his hands;
toes on his bohemian feet….

Telling me to go to office; tolerating the spurious
mountain of smiles besieging my boss’s face; behind
which sprouted the satanic devil,
Was like commanding the crystal blue expanse of
brilliantly empty sky; to shower upon torrential
cloudbursts of majestically pelting rain…

Telling me to go to office; incorrigibly adhering to
each instruction of my boss; which could infact
imperil the ambience of the celestially blissful
surrounding,
Was like the world’s richest man not getting the
object he badly wanted; even as his treasury
overflowed with glittering gold and superfluously
satanic silk…

Telling me to go to office; bowing down with obeisance
infront of the unsurpassable battalion of blood
sucking clients who frequented; the abominable
interiors day in and day out,
Was like leaving the most preposterously gigantic
fish; in heart of the overwhelmingly sweltering
desert…

Telling me to go to office; singing an incessant
fountain of praise for my boss in front of the
treacherously conventional society; when infact my
beloved fervently awaited my presence; with tears
welling in her eyes,
Was like asking a soul wholesomely dead since
centuries unprecedented; to bounce with euphoric
exhilaration; just like a new-born child…

Telling me to go to office; breathing in monotonous
space indefatigably round the clock; when infact my
impeccably struggling comrades; desperately wanted my
help outside,
Was like placing the most appetizingly succulent meals
on this globe before the roaring lion; when ironically
he didn’t posses a single tooth in his colossal mouth…

Telling me to go to office; yes-bossing my hideously
uncouth seniors; as they kicked me relentlessly on my
hindside; for apparently no fault of mine,
Was like expecting a garden of mesmerizing roses to
blossom on cold blooded chains of bare rock; without a
droplet of rock; without a chunk of fertile soil…

Telling me to go to office; cuddling my boss’s
pertinently pampered son; amiably caressing the
festoon of glorious jewels on his snobbish persona; as
if he was my own blood,
Was like asking the belligerent martyr to shoot an
arrow in the birds eye; without a bow in his fingers;
a robust thumb on his palms….

Telling me to go to office; lick the already glowing
paths with my tongue; so that the most infinitesimal
speck of dirt didn’t stick to my boss’s designer class
shoes,
Was like asking the flamboyantly flaming Sun; to
deluge every corner of this planet; with a blanket of
morbidly deplorable darkness….

So it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; to
make me quit horrendous office forever; relinquish its
corridors of insatiable greed and malice till the time
I lived,
Keep writing; evolving, fantasizing; breathing;
eating; sleeping; dying and taking an infinite more
births; for just POETRY; POETRY AND JUST POETRY….



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Not at the cost of-1

 

I wanted to uninhibitedly laugh; but not at the cost
of someone else's precious tears,

I wanted to flirtatiously play; but not at the cost of
someone else's; sacred prayers,

I wanted to prolifically grow; but not at the cost of
incarcerating someone in behind the ominously
threatening prison bars,

I wanted to be exorbitantly rich; but not at the cost
of someone else's inevitable poverty,

I wanted to be fairer than the most grandiloquent
blanket of white ice; but not at the cost of someone
else's despairing blackness,

I wanted to be an irrefutably worshipped king; but not
at the cost of an someone maim on the streets,

I wanted to be a river which incessantly flowed; but
not at the cost
of a miserably devastated and bizarrely scorched
desert,

I wanted to be an overwhelmingly learned saint; but
not at the cost of someone disparagingly struggling;
who didn’t even know how to use his thumb,

I wanted to the most powerful entity on this Universe;
but not at the cost of someone dwindling towards
oblivion in unprecedented starvation,

I wanted to indefatigably travel in gorgeously golden
aircrafts; but not at the cost of someone walking
barefoot for infinite kilometers under the sweltering
Sun; without a penny in his pocket,

I wanted to emanate the most stupendously ravishing of
perfume ever conceived on this planet; but not at the
cost of someone rotting like pulverized tomatoes in the
treacherously sinister dungeon,

I wanted to be an avalanche of fabulously sweet sugar;
but not at the cost of acrimonious bitterness
profusely encapsulating someone's tongue,

I wanted to be the flamboyantly radiating Sun; but not
at the cost of someone living in perpetually
augmenting darkness,

I wanted to be the most seductively tantalizing dream
ever fantasized about on this planet; but not at the
cost of someone else's horrific nightmare,

I wanted to be an everlasting wave; inexorably aiming
for the absolute realms of mesmerizing sky; but not at
the cost of someone's despondently famished shores,

I wanted to be a rhapsodic mountain of poignantly
tangy salt; but not at the cost of someone else's
abysmally raw wounds,

I wanted to be a hawk sighting the most infinitesimal
of object even in the heart of the dead night; but not
at the cost of someone else's tyrannically traumatized
blindness,

I wanted to the most passionate lover on this
boundlessly unsurpassable globe; but not at the cost
of someone else's brutally broken heart,

And I wanted to live till times unfathomable beyond
the shadows of existence; but not at the cost of
someone else's deliberately forceful death……..



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Not MADE, but uncontrollably MAD…

 

Their eyes weren’t just MADE for each other; but were uncontrollably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to timelessly disentangle the tantalizing enigmas of life; in each other’s affable whites,

Their lips weren’t just MADE for each other; but were insatiably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to perpetually interlock with each other; and then savor the ultimate sweetness of Omnipotent creation,

Their fingers weren’t just MADE for each other; but were unceasingly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to unassailably entwine with each other; and then trounce every devil with the power of unshakable compassion,

Their palms weren’t just MADE for each other; but were unthinkably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to irrevocably print each other’s destiny; on the back of their rudimentary hands,

Their nape’s weren’t just MADE for each other; but were unfathomably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to endlessly turn in unison to even the tiniest trace of poignant sensitivity; and then unitedly decipher each intricate strand of time,

Their veins weren’t just MADE for each other; but were inexhaustibly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to perennially coalesce with each other; and then give birth to one single stream of invincibly humanitarian blood,

Their foreheads weren’t just MADE for each other; but were intransigently MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to unflinchingly strike each other; and then to drift into a fantasy of unbreakable togetherness for an infinite more lives yet to unveil,

Their ears weren’t just MADE for each other; but were intractably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to incessantly tingle each other; and then get roused to the absolute hilt of desire; with the most diminutive flutter of breeze,

Their feet weren’t just MADE for each other; but were incorrigibly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to tread each conceivable step together; and pave of path of celestial yearning wherever they went,

Their tongues weren’t just MADE for each other; but were unequivocally MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to ardently suckle each other; and then savor the impregnable harmony of existence; for an infinite lifetimes,

Their bellies weren’t just MADE for each other; but were unstoppably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to undyingly seduce each other; so that the profuse virility of life stayed alive; even in the coffin of death,

Their throats weren’t just MADE for each other; but were unsurpassably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to mélange into the voice of bounteously undefeated oneness; and then supercede each wail of the hedonistic devil,

Their hair weren’t just MADE for each other; but were unlimitedly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to rapaciously intermingle with each other; and then rejoice forever in the ravenous hunger to make love,

Their skins weren’t just MADE for each other; but were unabashedly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to trigger unprecedented euphoria in each other’s pores; and then to witness every sensuousness of creation mischievously seeping in,

Their shoulders weren’t just MADE for each other; but were inconsolably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to hoist every hapless orphan on their united platform; towards the Sun of optimistically blessed light,

Their arms weren’t just MADE for each other; but were inexorably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to insuperably embrace each other’s shivering form; stay like this—most infallible and unperturbed even in the mightiest of storms,

Their souls weren’t just MADE for each other; but were unendingly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to blissfully overlap each other; even countless centuries after the veritable evaporation of the physical form,

Their breaths weren’t just MADE for each other; but were untiringly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to undauntedly explore each other’s fieriness; and then culminate into the immortally uncurbed volcano’s of raw passion,



Their hearts weren’t just MADE for each other; but were perpetually MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to bond together and forever and ever and ever into a Heaven of Omnipotent love….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Not the slightest of impact

 

Countless full-fledgedly floated in the clouds every
unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the
most infinitesimal of impact upon their sensuously
untainted and perennially enchanting swirl,

Countless full-fledgedly swam in the ocean every
unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the
most diminutive of impact upon its rhapsodically
undulating and ebulliently pristine waves,

Countless full-fledgedly smelt the rose every
unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the
most ethereal of impact upon its spell bindingly
effulgent and effulgently triumphant fragrance,

Countless full-fledgedly philandered on the mountain
peak every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t
have even the most minuscule of impact upon its
indomitably unflinching and peerlessly Herculean
strength,

Countless full-fledgedly feasted on the golden dewdrop
every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have
even the most ephemeral of impact upon its
everlastingly mesmerizing and victoriously unfettered
shine,

Countless full-fledgedly clambered the tree every
unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the
most parsimonious of impact upon its magnificently
burgeoning and poignantly tempestuous virility,

Countless full-fledgedly sighted the Sun every
unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the
most fugitive of impact upon its Omnipotently
perpetual and insuperably blazing radiance,

Countless full-fledgedly transgressed upon the surface
of earth every unveiling instant; but that still
didn’t have even the most inconspicuous of impact upon
its Omnipresently bountiful and marvelously
fructifying sacredness,

Countless full-fledgedly admired the rainbow every
unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the
most mercurial of impact upon its unbelievably
enthralling and unsurpassably mellifluous
vivaciousness,

Countless full-fledgedly relished the milk of the cow
every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have
even the most tiniest of impact upon its inimitably
unparalleled and unrestrictedly beautiful Omniscience,

Countless full-fledgedly frolicked in the desert every
unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the
most evanescent of impact upon its unfathomably royal
and timelessly iridescent sands,

Countless full-fledgedly tossed the infant every
unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the
most disappearing of impact upon its insuperably
redolent and timelessly undying integrity,

Countless full-fledgedly caressed the leaves every
unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the
most obsolete of impact upon their profoundly
exuberant and ecstatically vivid breeze,

Countless full-fledgedly embraced the night every
unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the most
obfuscated of impact upon its impeccably wonderful and
incredulously everlasting milkiness,

Countless full-fledgedly caught rain in their palms
every unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the
most cloistered of impact upon its uninhibitedly
liberating and pricelessly divine freshness,

Countless full-fledgedly talked about blood every
unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the most
measly of impact upon its inexhaustibly consecrating
and gloriously symbiotic aura,

Countless full-fledgedly cuddled in their respective
mother’s lap every unveiling instant; but that didn’t
have even the most truncated of impact upon its
limitlessly fragrant and compassionately unconquerable
godliness,

Countless full-fledgedly inhaled air into their
nostrils every unveiling instant; but that didn’t have
even the most nonchalant of impact upon its tirelessly
unhindered and emolliently revitalizing newness,

And countless full-fledgedly explored the heartbeat
every unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the
most unremarkable of impact upon its blessedly
emollient and unshakably unflinching immortality…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Not the tiniest difference at all

 

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
fish to exotically swim in the majestically undulating
ocean; or the spuriously embellished and
parsimoniously asphyxiated aquarium,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
parrot to unequivocally fly in uninhibitedly royal
sky; or the treacherously maudlin and brutally
sanctimonious cage,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
rainbow to vivaciously dazzle in the fathomlessly
endowing cosmos; or the regally glass-facaded ceiling
of your monotonously concrete business-house,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
flower to perennially blossom in unassailably
Omnipotent soil; or the grandiloquently pompous and
morosely incarcerate vase,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
cactus to unrestrictedly sprawl in the royally
boundless and blistering desert; or the austerely
dingy pot near the kitchen sink,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
dew dropp to fantastically glisten on the pristinely
princely grass blade; or the besmirched window of your
soiled bathroom,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
lion to gloriously parade in the exuberantly bountiful
jungle; or the disparagingly robotized entrenchment of
the inclemently scurrilous zoo,

It would make a world of difference; if you left
Sunshine to tirelessly blaze every conceivable quarter
of symbiotic earth; or the chauvinistically
corporatish patio on the sordidly malicious edifice
terrace,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
snake to joyously philander amidst the inscrutably
untamed creepers of the forest; or the treasury of
abhorrently blood soaked and sinful jewels,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
frog to boisterously exult in the freshly rain soaked
well; or the egregiously stale sump of vituperatively
adulterated chemical water surrounding the lavatory
seat,

It would make a world of difference; if you left truth
to unconquerably triumph in the realms of the
Omnisciently blessed conscience; or miserably stashed
beneath the entire truck load of currency coin of this
endlessly corrupt world,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
peacock to enchantingly dance in the flirtatiously
winking meadow; or the derogatorily cigarette laden
courtyard of the butcher’s raunchy dwelling,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
owl to intransigently stare in the wilderness of the
fabulously tantalizing night; or the mournfully
flagrant darkness beneath the treacherous corpse,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
polar bear to ebulliently frolic on the slopes of the
innocuously snow clad and grand Everest; or the
deterioratingly artificial chill of the match-boxed
air-conditioner,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
candle to fearlessly enlighten every cranny of the
mystically blackened night; or abysmally cadaverous
hollow in the lecherously rusted coffin,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
newborn infant in the insuperably godly breast of its
mother; or the wretchedly vindictive cradle beside the
despondently harried nurse,

It would make a world of difference; if you left
breath to euphorically cascade down the
quintessentially life-yielding nostrils; or the
worthlessly abject pores of the worthlessly decaying
skeleton,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
chameleon in the astoundingly vivid camouflage; or the
mechanized stripes of lasciviously parasitic color on
the mundanely asphyxiating brick wall,

But it would make not the tiniest of difference ever
and at all; if you left the beats of Immortal Love; to
throb in the hearts of an organism tall or short; an
organism black or white; an organism rich or poor; an
organism blind or with sight; an organism fertile or
infertile; as long as there was God’s blessings upon
this Universe; O! Yes, as long as there was God’s
blessedly bonding and ubiquitously symbiotic life…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Nothing

 

The instant I haughtily proclaimed that there was none more taller than
me
on this fathomless Universe; I was reduced to a disdainfully pulverized
mosquito; as unfathomably mammoth avalanches of ice converged upon my
staggering form from all sides,

The instant I bawdily proclaimed that there was none more fairer than
me on
this boundless Universe; I was reduced to a speck of inanely ludicrous
charcoal; as ferociously unsparing rays of the Sun licked every
conceivable
pore of my trembling skin,

The instant I spuriously proclaimed that there was none more stronger
than
me on this unceasing Universe; I was reduced to an inconspicuously
frigid
pool of spit; as impregnably inimitable mountains crushed me into
dungeons
of insipid worthlessness,

The instant I ostentatiously proclaimed that there was none more
compassionate than me on this endless Universe; I was reduced to a
bizarrely
barren and uncontrollably shivering pinch of sand; as inferno’s of
everlasting desire wholesomely burnt me in their perpetual swirl,

The instant I sanctimoniously proclaimed that there was none more
intelligent than me on this limitless Universe; I was reduced to an
infinitesimally amorphous spirit meaningless floating around; as the
enchantingly radiating constellation of stars in the sky majestically
overwhelmed the pretentious daylights of my mind,

The instant I deliriously proclaimed that there was none more eclectic
than
me on this inexhaustible Universe; I was reduced to a lugubriously
wastrel
stone; as the ravishingly unstoppable maelstrom marched uninhibited in
its
way,

The instant I parasitically proclaimed that there was none more
handsome
than me on this mystical Universe; I was reduced to an wretchedly
ethereal
shadow; as countless magically effulgent fairies descended immaculately
from
the land of silken paradise,

The instant I satanically proclaimed that there was none more wealthier
than
me on this mesmerizing Universe; I was reduced to a horrifically maimed
pauper licking dust on the bucolic streets; as the panoramically
unassailable fruits of mother nature; dimmed the last iota of light
from the
whites of my eyes,

The instant I licentiously proclaimed that there was none more
influential
than me on this timeless Universe; I was reduced to a graveyard of
dilapidated fretfulness; as inevitably devastating earthquakes snatched
the
land from beneath my feet; within lightening seconds of time,

The instant I salaciously proclaimed that there was none more
fantasizing
than me on this Herculean Universe; I was reduced to a horrendously
shattered fragment of sordid glass; as the unprecedentedly indomitable
exoticism of the clouds above miraculously overshadowed everything in
vicinity,

The instant I diabolically proclaimed that there was none more
humanitarian
than me on this magical Universe; I was reduced to a wisp of
debilitatingly
obsolete dereliction; as the holistically beautiful principles of
united
existence around left me desperately searching for my very own
abhorrent
voice,

The instant I invidiously proclaimed that there was none more fragrant
than
me on this tireless Universe; I was reduced to a decaying whisker of
dolorously decrepit fecklessness; as the stupendously Omnipotent scent
of
the rose rendered me absolutely useless for all times,

The instant I devilishly proclaimed that there was none more pious than
me
on this godly Universe; I was reduced to a pint of parsimoniously
adulterated and venomous ash; as the winds of patriotically altruistic
freedom in the atmosphere enshrouded even the most diminutive cranny of
my
withering veins,

The instant I vindictively proclaimed that there was none more
vociferous
than me on this Omnipotent Universe; I was reduced to a furtively
clandestine corpse of torturous desolation; as the unsurpassably
unconquerable roar of the jungle entirely dissolved my voice into
doldrums
of vagrant worthlessness,

The instant I sadistically proclaimed that there was none more
adventurous
than me on this magnetic Universe; I was reduced to a disastrously waif
tentacle of a lackadaisical crab; as the exhilaratingly ebullient sea
sailed
over me till times beyond infinite infinity,

The instant I beguilingly proclaimed that there was none more celestial
than
me on this indomitable Universe; I was reduced to a nonchalantly
disassociated tail of a grotesque corpse; as the effervescently
tranquil
fabric of the princely night; blinded me beyond corridors of sagacious
recognition,

The instant I sinfully proclaimed that there was none more immortal
than me
on this evergreen Universe; I was reduced to a cadaverous bellow of
disparagingly bellicose hell; as the civilizations of insuperable love;
perpetuated me to crumble in the flame of my own repugnantly redundant
prejudice,

The instant I proclaimed that there was none more everlasting than me
on
this enamoring Universe; I was reduced to a mortuary of despairingly
measly
shit; as the chapters of unavoidably destined death took complete
control
over each of my betrayingly slavering senses,









For if there is just one word to describe us living beings in front of
the
Omnisciently Creator Divine; it was nothing else but the word “
Nothing”;
and if one of his molecules like me tries to be too smart in
proclaiming
himself to be this and that instead of
“ Nothing”; then the Lord makes sure that we are indeed reduced to “
Nothing” that very moment itself; forever and ever and ever in front of
his
Perennially Unassailable grace….


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»Nothing but immortal love

 

 


Would the rose ever stop blossoming into anything else
but the resplendently scarlet petal; even though
everything surrounding it; was nothing but just an
unsurpassably stinking graveyard? ?

Would the sky ever stop showering anything else but
enchantingly golden rain; even though everything
surrounding it; was nothing but just apocalypses of
morbidly vengeful hell? ?

Would the moon ever stop radiating anything else but
resplendently mesmerizing milk; even though everything
surrounding it; was nothing but just a graveyard of
preposterously cadaverous darkness? ?

Would the lotus ever stop disseminating anything else
but an unparalleled gorge of exotically miraculous
fragrance; even though everything surrounding it; was
nothing but just an asphyxiating dumpyard of feces and
junk? ?

Would the bee ever stop exuding anything else but an
endless stream of celestially iridescent honey; even
though everything surrounding it; was nothing but just
a mortuary of sadistically cacophonic bitterness? ?

Would the pearl ever stop diffusing anything else but
an unceasingly majestic mist of brilliant triumph;
even though everything surrounding it; was nothing but
just an invidiously blackened dungeon of pathetically
sulking charcoal? ?

Would the mountain ever stop wafting anything else but
unassailably peerless strength; even though everything
surrounding it; was nothing but just the ludicrously
slandering gallows of trembling dastardliness? ?

Would the clock ever stop ticking anything else but
astoundingly pragmatic punctuality; even though
everything surrounding it; was nothing but just an
ungainly scourge of ignominiously beheading laziness
? ?

Would the martyr ever stop blazing anything else but
victoriously unfettered bravery; even though
everything surrounding him; was nothing but just a
parasitically corrupted and maliciously demented
pigstalk? ?

Would the butterfly ever stop springing anything else
but effulgently unhindered freedom; even though
everything surrounding it; was nothing but just a hell
of disparagingly delinquent and appalling doom? ?

Would the soil ever stop evolving anything else but
fructifying virility; even though everything
surrounding it; was nothing but just a robotic mass of
cancerously plagiarized disease? ?

Would the nightingale ever stop singing anything else
but rhymes of ubiquitously uniting peace; even though
everything surrounding it; was nothing but just a
traumatically bitter whiplash of vapid nothingness? ?

Would the leaves ever stop wafting anything else but
exuberantly ecstatic breeze; even though everything
surrounding them; was nothing but just an unfathomable
apocalypse of disastrously dwindling loneliness? ?

Would the cow ever stop dispersing anything else but
insuperably sacrosanct milk; even though everything
surround it; was nothing but just an indiscriminately
gory battlefield of pugnaciously strangulating
bloodshed? ?

Would the forests ever stop distributing anything else
but royally inscrutable titillation; even though
everything surrounding them; was nothing but just a
monotonously monstrous concrete jungle of savagely
debasing politics? ?
Would the stars ever stop twinkling anything else but
unconquerably ebullient enlightenment; even though
everything surrounding them; was nothing but just a
brutally pulverizing sheet of grotesquely deadened
darkness? ?

Would the conscience ever stop expressing anything
else but Omnipotent righteousness; even though
everything surrounding it; was nothing but just a
salaciously ostracizing and frigidly soggy matchstick
of lies? ?

Would the nostril ever stop igniting anything else but
the chapter of divinely life; even though everything
surrounding it; was nothing but a profane facsimile of
raunchily torturous death? ?

And would the heart ever stop throbbing anything else
but the beats of Immortally timeless love; even though
everything surrounding it; was nothing but a thorn of
venomously ribald and vindictively victimizing
betrayal? ?

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»Nothing in this world

 

Nothing in this world can substitute the Sun; its fiery rays
wholesomely
sizzling cloistered portions of Earth,
Man tried hard to invent electricity; but languid beams of the bulb
miserably
failed to make an impact in front of the celestial body.

Nothing in this world can substitute the river; its mesmerizing flow
between
the pathway of cobbled stones,
Man tried hard to bathe in luke warm pond of distilled water; but it
pathetically floundered to provide him the rejuvenation he badly
needed; the
tingling sensations he desired to entrench him entirety.

Nothing in this world can substitute the bird; its vivacious flight in
an
ambience of silken complexioned clouds,
Man tried hard to evolve the aircraft; but its discordantly whirring
noise;
the overwhelming commotion it produced while cruising through air; was
simply
unable to match the flight of the feathered monster.

Nothing in this world can substitute the rose; its ravishing redolence
that
stimulated infinite scores of nostrils trespassing in vicinity,
Man tried hard to blend exotic perfumes; bottle the concentrates in
swanky
bottles for display; but their essence gruesomely failed to make an
impression; and their odor subsided with an intensity faster than it
had
arisen.

Nothing in this world can substitute the mountains; the stupendously
panoramic
view of the cascading waterfalls and steep gorges,
Man tried hard to construct palatial resorts; embellishing the same
with a
host of contemporary amenities; but the garish concrete appeared as a
speck of
inconspicuous dust in the backdropp of the mystical valley.

Nothing in this world can substitute snow; the immaculate globules of
white
crystals embedded splendidly on the jagged rocks,
Man tried hard to form ice in meticulous trays; but the monotonously
molded
cubes; looked utterly disparaging when compared with the undulating
bedsheets
of frozen water sprawled in tandem on the hills.

Nothing in this world can substitute the Neem tree; its herbal branches
dangling holistically; its myriad of corrugated sticks used for
scrupulously
cleaning teeth,
Man tried hard to use the toothbrush; but its insipid bristles dithered
from
evacuating dirt; displayed abashing signs of collapse after being used
just
for a few number of times.

Nothing in this world can substitute the pearl; its immortal
ramifications
that besiege the atmosphere after popping out from the slimy oyster,
Man tried hard to chisel intricate jewelry; polish it tenaciously till
it
sparkled; but its glow perished gradually with the fading of time; and
the
lackadaisical ornament refrained to incarcerate attention a month after
wearing.

Nothing in this world can substitute truth; the omnipotent power in its
voice;
the everlasting spirit it succeeds in portraying,
Man tried hard to speak lies; dexterously hide his fallacies by leaning
towards malice; but in the end he was completely devoured in the
radiance of
righteousness; the perennial brilliance of truth.

And nothing in this world can substitute love; the fervor generated by
its
mere caress; the unfathomable pleasure of being imprisoned by the same,
Man tried hard to but it superfluously with fat wads of currency;
baselessly
threw exorbitant opulence to experience the same; but in the end
realized that
a single passionate beat of his heart was enough to evoke; what his
entire
treasury of wealth had failed to purchase…






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