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»With an existence such as this

 

Full of ecstatic adventure; overwhelmed with exuberant
happiness,

Full of unfathomable zeal; an insatiable desire to
explore to the most unprecedented limits,

Full of boisterous euphoria; an uncanny sense of
adventure blended profusely with streams of scarlet
blood,

Full of tangy spice; an ocean of passionate sweat
trickling ferociously with the unleashing second,

Full of mystical tunes; inundated with a flurry of
fabulously enchanting scent,

Full of untamed escalating spirits; the desire to love
and philander lingering astronomically in the soul,

Full of inexplicable punch; deluged with doughty
charisma from all possible and conceivable sides,

Full of mesmerizing beauty; replete with vivacious
colors to fathomlessly imagine,

Full of an unsurpassable ability to conquer;
trespassing over a blanket of acrid thorns on naked
foot,

Full of tingling smiles; a tumultuously vibrant shiver
that crept down nimbly through the spine,

Full of insurmountably daunting courage; an
unflinching will to confront the mightiest of
disaster,
Full of rustic simplicity; with the rudiments of
existence replicating primordial life of the jungles,

Full of unrelenting buoyancy; always transgressing a
couple of inches above soil,

Full of irresistible attraction; a relentless urge to
fully explore the most voluptuous tantalizing form,

Full of blazing dynamism; an incorrigible ardor to
march ahead with a perpetual longing to survive,

Full of flamboyant muscle; an incomprehensible urgency
to dash forward at the slightest of provocation,

Full of marvelous memories; reminiscing incessantly
about innocuously mischievous childhood,

Full of cheek and perennially augmenting spice;
rampantly caressing the infinite fruits of gorgeous
nature,

Full of blood-curling suspense; a thunderous virtue to
swirl as high and handsome as the stormy waves,

Full of boundless enthusiasm; a voice that
indefatigably blurted out 'NEVER SAY DIE',

And I don’t know what I was or how I might have lived
in my past life; but bless me O! Almighty Lord with an
existence such as this in my present life…..




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Without her hands in mine

 

In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was
kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended
almost magically with the mundane mud,

In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was
wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the
most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly
remaining,

In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was
to purse them passionately with my tongue; then see
for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce in
entirety with my saliva,

In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did
was to paint them afresh with loads of scintillating
whitewash and poignant color,

In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I
did was slice off that chunk of guilty wood; with
effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky
pocket knife,

In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all
I did was to gobble it with an insatiable frenzy;
guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients
adhering to my throat; over a glass of cool water,

In order to erase my name from a bonded sheet of white
paper; all I did was to use a gargantuan rubber;
caressing it arduously across the squalid sheet; to
make the stain vanish into thin oblivion,

In order to erase my name from the transparently
sparkling mirror; I applied few pints of stale liquid;
got rid off the same with incredulous ease; rubbing it
with a soft blanket of sponge,
In order to erase my name from the greasy kitchen
table; all I did was to nonchalantly dismiss off the
pool of oil; languidly towards the hollow sink,

In order to erase my name from my diabolically bald
scalp; all I did was to grow a new mass of hair; which
beautifully camouflaged it and shimmered magnificently
under the river of pearly moonlight,

In order to erase my name from the artificially
embossed pencil tip; all I did was to chew it
phlegmatically; and at the same time triggered the
dormant cells of my brain to imagine till
unprecedented limits,

In order to erase my name from the passionate sea
shores; all I did was wait for the waves to swirl
ecstatically; joyfully slap the sands and brutally
dismantle the synchronized alphabets,

In order to erase my name from the swanky car
windshield; all I did was to switch on the long
wipers; which swiped off even the most diminutive
trace of dirt; metamorphosing its demeanor as if I had
just purchased it from the showroom,

In order to erase my name from my eye; all I did was
to simply wink; see for myself as to how insipidly it
disappeared along with my volatile film of emphatic
tears,

In order to erase my name from the regional town map;
all I did was to substitute it with the initials of an
entity more proficient than me; more versatile than me
in all respects,

In order to erase my name from the records of heinous
crime; all I did was drift my life away from the most
obsolete shadow of evil; spend the remainder of my
breath left in philanthropically serving all mankind,
In order to erase my name from the cheque; all I did
was adroitly replicate it with the profound seal of my
bohemian thumb,

In order to erase my name from my friends heart; all I
did was neglected him a trifle in his times of
unsurpassably hopeless distress,

In order to erase my name from the robust bone; all id
did was to offer it to the famished stray dog; who
pulverized it within seconds into raw chowder; with
the insurmountable tenacity in his teeth,

But when I tried to erase my name from hers; that very
instant I transformed into worthless streams of
condemnable ash; left for my heavenly abode; brutally
penalized by the Almighty; and this time without her
hands in mine….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Without life

 

Without him I was indeed a Sun; but without my fiery
set of flamboyant rays,

Without him I was indeed a tree; but without my entire
conglomerate of green leaves and resplendent petals,

Without him I was indeed a panther; but without my
ferociously deafening roar,

Without him I was indeed a mammoth book; but without
my grandiloquent set of alphabets and words,

Without him I was indeed a fire; but without my
dynamically sizzling repertoire of golden flames,

Without him I was indeed a lock; but without my power
and invincible grace to protect the blissful dwelling,

Without him I was indeed a mountain; but without my
handsome summit; which once upon a time used to tower
handsomely towards the open sky,

Without him I was indeed a bar of chocolate; but
without my sweetness and delectable charisma; rotting
fetidly in an obsolete heap,

Without him I was indeed a pair of rubicund lips; but
without my voluptuously seductive and congenial
smiles,

Without him I was indeed an ocean; but without my
flurry of ravishingly mesmerizing and supremely salty
waves,

Without him I was indeed a cloud; but without my
globules of life yielding and sparkling rain,
Without him I was indeed a house; but without my
inevitable network of fortified doors and transparent
windows,

Without him I was indeed a rose; but without my
stupendously alluring perfume and Kingly redolence
which I used to waft every second across this
boundless Universe,

Without him I was indeed a car; but without my
steering wheel; maneuvering wildly towards the valley
of death as each moment unfurled by,

Without him I was indeed a butterfly; but without my
hinges of opalescent wings; lying dilapidated in a
remote heap; well cloistered away from blatant sight,

Without him I was indeed a desert; but without my
glistening fleet of unsurpassable sands and the long
line of ambling camels; which used to mark my
existence,

Without him I was indeed a road; but without any
direction; slithering helplessly on the ground; trying
to search for my mooring under the devil's breath,

Without him I was indeed a diamond; but without my
scintillating radiance and tenaciously omnipotent
shine,

Without him I was indeed a mouth; but without my
speech and decaying in mute oblivion for the remainder
of my tyrannized life,

Without him I was indeed an eye; but without my tears;
staring lifelessly and for times greater than eternity
into satanic space,

Without him I was indeed a stone; but without my
ability to produce thunderous noise,
Without him I was indeed a clown; but without any
ability to make people leap in ecstatic melody and
leap,

Without him I was indeed a sleep; but without my
dreams and unprecedented realms of tantalizing
fantasy,

Without him I was indeed a palm; but without my
battalion of profoundly embossed and divinely destiny
lines,

Without him I was indeed a heart; but without my
overwhelming reservoir of passionately palpitating
beats,

Without him I was indeed a soul; but without my
conscience or knowing the slightest about the spirit
of my existence,


And without God I was simply a Man; who although
appeared to be normally breathing on the streets; but
was irrefutably shivering and without life…..




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Without my beloved

 

Every wall of this house stabbed me like a million
scorpions; venomously crippling each fountain of my
exquisitely bountiful thought,

Every stair of this house made me stagger like a
boundless matchsticks; uncouthly pulverizing me at
every step; for ostensibly no fault of mine,

Every nail of this house pierced me brutally like the
corridors of hell; unrelentingly permeating deeper and
deeper into my satiny flesh; playing a sadistically
gory game with my disastrously wailing nerves,

Every space of this house devilishly stared at me for
times immemorial; savagely lambasting every cranny of
my drearily wasting persona; with remorsefully satanic
morbidity,

Every picture of this house thrashed me unsparingly
like a salaciously ghoulish ghost; vindictively
scaring even the most infinitesimal wisps of daylight;
from every bone of my shivering countenance,

Every web of this house gruesomely diseased me;
lethally incarcerating even the most blissful of my
energies; in a corpse of forlorn oblivion and
nothingness,

Every window of this house abhorrently spewed shards
of vengeful glass into my eyes; profusely staining
even the most inconspicuous element of my persona;
with unfathomable oceans of savage blood,

Every mirror of this house reflected a billion witches
to me; ghastily inundating my impeccable soul with
the; traumatically tyrannized cry of the insidious
devil,

Every dust particle of this house lecherously tainted
my visage forever; ominously drowning each speck of
benign goodness embedded in my conscience; in the sea
of coldblooded murder,

Every droplet of water in this house demonically
blinded my eyes; metamorphosed me into a pool of
sardonically fulminating acid; the very instant that I
consumed even a fraction of it,

Every dungeon of this house barbarically imprisoned me
for countless more births to unveil; murderously
slashing my wrists and fingers; of their magnificently
spell binding artistry,

Every tap of this house barked a volley of
incoherently mortifying abuse at my righteous flesh;
incessantly drifting me towards the world of bawdy
raunchiness; a prison of preposterously empty
skeletons and parasitic mice,

Every brick of this house horrendously squelched my
innocent toes; viciously raining like a thunderbolt of
endless anguish upon my senses; on every step that I
trespassed ahead,

Every watch of this house vengefully threatened me
with its deafening sound; as its series of tick-tocks
devilishly augmented by the unfurling minute; to
acridly blast even the most sensitively immaculate
arenas of my eardrums,

Every curtain of this house perniciously asphyxiated
me in the heart of the precariously ungainly midnight;
choking even the remotest traces of humility from my
demeanor; to eventually sleep with the naked crabs,

Every echo of this house indiscriminately stripped me
of all my robust flesh; feasting on my gorily barren
skeleton; with its teeth of dolorously debilitating
doom,

Every rail of this house perennially whipped me on my
silken backside; tormenting even the most holistic
ingredients in my blood; to ultimately surrender to
the commands of the lecherously gleaming devil,

Every thread of this house slit my throat into a
countless strands of mangled flesh and bone; even
before I could utter my last prayer; whisper the
slightest of passionate sound,

Every currency coin in this house slit me apart into
an infinite pieces of worthless shit; making it hard
for the commoner to discern; between my grotesque
carcass and the meat of the stinking pigs,

And believe me; this was the same house in which I had
lived all my life like a priceless prince innocuously
blending my soul with God and the panoramic winds of
Mother nature; while today the same haunted me worse
than my veritable corpse; as it lay empty without my
beloved…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Without my priceless beloved

 

The Sun outside was flaming; blistering into infinite
shades of grandiloquent crimson as the clouds drifted
by,
Yet the interiors of my dwelling were engulfed by a
perpetual darkness; the most minuscule shimmer
irrevocably refusing to enter; without my priceless
beloved….

The trees outside swayed exuberantly; as the
vivaciously exotic storm descended full throttle upon
the dolorously gloomy atmosphere,
Yet the rooms of my dwelling were flooded with satanic
globules of blood; and time catapulted back instead of
ticking forward; without my priceless beloved….

The stars in the sky outside twinkled to the most
unprecedented glow; illuminating every alley of the
fathomless planet with profusely enchanting songs of
romance,
Yet each wall of my dwelling wept tears of untamed
sorrow; a ghastly solitude entrenched the handsome
backdropp of furniture; traumatized by the absence of
my priceless beloved….

The wind outside titillated itself to the most
unfathomable horizons of heaven; as cloudbursts of
sparkling rain tumbled rhapsodically from the sky,
Yet the windows of my dwelling intransigently
refrained from opening; sulking in the realms of
profound boredom; without my priceless beloved…

The peacocks outside on the grass danced to their
ultimate hearts content; blossoming their feathers
into an incredulous festoon of gorgeously vivid color,
Yet there was unsurpassable boredom in my dwelling;
with an eerie wave of silence cascading till the last
bone down my spine; without my priceless beloved….

The panthers outside in the jungle gallivanted
majestically up the hills; with a crown of marvelous
glittering royally on their heads,
Yet there was a cloud of barbaric death loitering in
every corner of my dwelling; my tongue abdicated to
speak even my very own name; without my priceless
beloved….

The planet outside brimmed with overwhelming activity;
as the wails of boundless newly born stole the hearts
of the most treacherously diabolical wandering around,
Yet the floors of my dwelling culminated into a
horrendously pugnacious fragrance; with even the
parasitic fleet of mosquitoes not interested in
sucking blood; as they inevitably missed my priceless
beloved…

The battalion of soldiers outside marched invincibly
forward for their country; with an immortal spirit of
glorious matrydom poignantly diffusing from their
eyes,
Yet the shadows inside my dwelling immutably refused
to subside; lengthening their sinister cover even
under the most dazzling of daylight; as they waited in
anticipation for my priceless beloved…

And the world outside spawned into a new beginning as
each day transcended over the resplendent night; with
the prolific winds of change taking an optimistic
stranglehold on the brutality of the previous day,
Yet the oligarchic space of my dwelling kept crawling
towards an inevitable blackness; kept dying the most
heinous death in a mist of fading oblivion; without my
priceless beloved….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Without the Immortal Love of a Woman…

 

Every man’s eye is devastatingly empty; unbearably rotting towards the dungeons of diabolical hell; without the celestially commiserating reflections of a bountiful woman,

Every man’s palm is sinfully empty; barbarously rotting towards the coffins of penalizing hell; without the compassionately befriending grip of an honest woman,

Every man’s vein is dreadfully empty; devilishly rotting towards the vacuum of torturous hell; without the invincibly righteous rudiments of a sacrosanct woman,

Every man’s brain is deliriously empty; sadistically rotting towards the thorns of cold-blooded hell; without the unsurpassably ebullient fantasies of an eclectic woman,

Every man’s lip is ghastily empty; tawdrily rotting towards the mortuaries of parasitic hell; without the wondrously igniting kisses of an ardent woman,

Every man’s shadow is venomously empty; carnivorously rotting towards the skeletons of hideous hell; without the mellifluously symbiotic sweetness of a benign woman,

Every man’s signature is disastrously empty; egregiously rotting towards the nothingness of hedonistic hell; without the astoundingly ameliorating reflection of a caring woman,

Every man’s mission is treacherously empty; horrendously rotting towards the dirt of excoriating hell; without the pricelessly unconquerable encouragement of a blessed woman,

Every man’s lung is cripplingly empty; nonsensically rotting towards the meaninglessness of asphyxiating hell; without the unassailably reinvigorating breath of a timeless woman,

Every man’s cheek is lecherously empty; salaciously rotting towards the perversions of crucifying hell; without the mischievously spell binding peck of an untamed woman,

Every man’s chest is drearily empty; ignominiously rotting towards the blackness of massacring hell; without the magically reincarnating caress of a sensuous woman,

Every man’s spine is lividly empty; preposterously rotting towards the holocaust of morbid hell; without the insurmountably majestic virility of an enigmatic woman,

Every man’s adventure is hopelessly empty; sacrilegiously rotting towards the ghost of tormenting hell; without the inscrutably tantalizing echo of a mesmerizing woman,

Every man’s skin is frigidly empty; inconsolably rotting towards the whiplash of strangulating hell; without the fathomlessly unabashed exhilaration of an intrepid woman,

Every man’s soul is cursedly empty; inexplicably rotting towards the gallows of murderous hell; without the infallibly consecrating sensitivity of a vivacious woman,

Every man’s shoulder is dolorously empty; blasphemously rotting towards the shards of deteriorating hell; without the amazingly unflinching unity of a blissful woman,

Every man’s ear is abjectly empty; viciously rotting towards the gutters of malevolent hell; without the enchantingly unfettered voice of a mystical woman,

Every man’s nostril is despondently empty; perilously rotting towards the wickedness of baseless hell; without the perennially life-yielding fragrance of an intricate woman,

And every man’s heart is haplessly empty; unsparingly rotting towards the evil jinx of cannibalistic hell; without the immortally embracing love of a faithful woman….

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»Without the slightest of fear

 

When I sat under fulminating beams of the Sun; I felt
an insatiable urge in my body to leap in untamed
exhilaration and dance,

When I sat in front of the scintillating mirror; I
felt like candidly analyzing even the most minuscule
part of my persona,

When I sat beside the enchantingly serene riverside; I
felt like nostalgically reminiscing the innocuous
flurry of moments which had wholesomely enveloped my
childhood,

When I sat by the profusely foliated tree; I felt like
bouncing up and down like the vivacious squirrels;
wistfully awaiting for the succulent fruits to
harmoniously pour down; on my famished belly,

When I sat under the conglomerate of voluptuously
exotic clouds; I felt like wandering with the heavenly
fairies; fantasizing my mind to the most unprecedented
limits,

When I sat eye to eye with the hideously ominous
snake; I felt the adrenaline building inevitably in my
bowels; a horrendously ghastly sensation encapsulating
the whole of my body to puke out my morning breakfast,

When I sat on the stern of the grandiloquent ship; I
felt younger than a wailing child; with the exuberant
waves of the ocean; impregnating Herculean loads of
rejuvenating energy in my dreary bones,

When I sat on a blanket of chilly snow; I felt numbing
arrows of death stabbing me from all sides; the
scarlet blood running robustly through my veins;
freezing into rosy ice-cream,

When I sat on the panthers back; I felt for a moment
to be the king of the jungle; although I had my heart
in my bootlaces after a while had elapsed; and the
beast snarled ferociously to its hearts content,

When I sat abreast a hive of swarming bees; I
fantastically felt the cocoons of golden honey
sandwiched handsomely in the pockets; however was soon
transported several feet beneath my coffin; as the
Queen maiden kissed me nimbly on my nose,

When I sat near the dolorously morbid grave; I felt
tears of inexplicable agony well up my eyes; an
uncanny wave of fear slowly engulf my blissful soul,

When I sat on a battalion of menacing crocodiles; I
felt overwhelmingly excruciating pangs of pain; as the
monsters ripped me apart till the last bone down my
spine,

When I sat on the century old vacant throne; I felt
like a majestically embellished royal prince; having
been given the supreme reigns in my hands; to rule the
township once again,

When I sat amidst an army of pot-bellied tortoise; I
felt whirlpools of laziness circumvent my demeanor; an
inexorably urge in my body to sleep in contentment
till times immemorial,

When I sat on the splendidly striped dolphins; I felt
like swirling in full fervor of boisterous life;
rolling my visage in tumultuous frenzy with the
splashing water,

When I sat on an island coated with disdainfully slimy
oil; I felt like slipping indefatigably towards
treacherous nothingness; with my grip on planet earth
slackening miserably as each second unveiled,

When I sat on the summit of the astronomically
towering mountain; I felt the entire world was a box
of insipid matchsticks; drank air into my lungs like a
man inhaling his last breath,

When I sat at whisker lengths from my beloved; I felt
infernos of invincible passion entrench my
countenance; an irrefutable longing in my lips to
caress her rubicund cheeks,

When I sat in front of the Creator's idol; I felt
blessed in every single respect of existing life;
emerged victorious from behind my vicious cloudburst
of gloom; to spread the true essence of happiness,

While it was only when I sat close to my mother; that
I felt I was the strongest man on this earth;
divulging to her whatever circulated in the inner most
compartments of my heart; and it was here that my
world came to an abrupt end; and it was here that I
discovered my true identity; and it was here that I
slept immortally without the slightest of fear….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Without the slightest of hindrance setting in

 

Before I could even realize that it was “Day”; or relish its brilliantly optimistic light; the dolorously maiming horizons of evening set in; leaving me haplessly wandering in inexplicable gloom,

Before I could even realize that they were “Shores”; or relish their tantalizingly moistened sands; the ferociously devastating waves of the sea set in; disastrously swiping me from my nimble feet; and into the stormy depths of treacherously bewildering nothingness,

Before I could even realize that it was “Night”; or relish its voluptuously enigmatic softness; the horrendous fronds of sleep disdainfully set in; plunging me into a mortuary of unprecedentedly crippling blackness,

Before I could even realize that it was “Sun”; or relish its Omnipotently flaming rays; the ominously pillaging clouds dreadfully set in; rendering me with nothing else but lividly asphyxiating pangs of depression,

Before I could even realize that it was “Candle-light”; or relish its majestically peerless grandeur; the hedonistically massacring tornadoes set in; blowing me and the flames away into inane wisps of wanton meaninglessness,

Before I could even realize that it was “Mystery”; or relish its uncannily enamoring scent; the monotonously pragmatic riddle set in; metamorphosing every of my bountifully unbridled fantasy into robotic despair,

Before I could even realize that it was “Child-birth”; or relish its astoundingly pristine mischievousness; the agonizingly bruised cry of accidental death set in; transforming me into an emotionlessly living corpse,

Before I could even realize that it was “Food”; or relish its salubriously succulent jugglery of juices; the insouciantly tawdry stream of feces set in; drifting even the most infinitesimal ounce of my mind; body and soul; into cadaverous emptiness,

Before I could even realize that it was “Ice”; or relish its royally impeccable demeanor; the vindictively unsparing beams of afternoon set in; melting every iota of my unimpeachable integrity into infinite pools of amorphously pathetic liquid,

Before I could even realize that it was “Parenthood”; or relish its compassionately divine belonging; the cannibalistic battlefields of malicious divorce set in; wholesomely shattering every heavenly dream of mine into bizarre salaciousness,

Before I could even realize that it was “Sweat”; or relish its timelessly persevering masculinity; the inevitably tantalizing breeze of laziness set in; perpetuating me to snore like an infidel eunuch; instead of gloriously replenishing with the fruits of hard work,

Before I could even realize that it was “Humanity”; or relish its unassailably Omnipresent fragrance; the atrociously indiscriminate wail of war set in; fomenting me to tyrannically bleed till my last breath,

Before I could even realize that it was “Artistry”; or relish its unabashedly glorious sensitivity; the coffins of deplorably sacrilegious manipulation set in; gruesomely burying every ingredient of my righteousness; into the indescribably crucifying shit-pots of hell,

Before I could even realize that it was “Smile”; or relish its insuperably optimistic flavor; the preposterously languid yawn set in; lecherously dragging me into the most obliviously dilapidated maelstroms of boredom,
Before I could even realize that it was “Honesty”; or relish its unconquerably unflinching mirrors of truth; the fretfully ghoulish winds of parasitic politics set in; making me rub my nose in inconspicuously worthless dust,

Before I could even realize that it was “Perfection”; or relish its undauntedly ecstatic supremacy; the inconsolably bawdy human errors set in; satanically defeating me in the most quintessential processes of my existence,

Before I could even realize that it was “Virility”; or relish its fantastically untainted atmosphere of celestial triumph; the indiscriminately trampling footsteps of the devil set in; engendering me to crumble beyond holistic degrees of recognition,

Before I could even realize that it was “Breath”; or relish its unassailably fearless exhilaration; the unrelentingly victimizing gallows of death set in; rendering me to nothing else but an invisibly frigid whisker of worthlessness,







But before I could realize or even after I realized it; or whether I actually realized it the tiniest or not; the signature of her immortal love remained perpetually embossed in every beat of my passionate heart; for even an infinite lifetimes after this destined life of mine; and without the slightest of hindrance setting in….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Without these three

 

Without these three I would have run, but without the
slightest power or tenacity in my legs,

Without these three I would have dreamt, but those
fantasies would have revolved wholesomely around
ghastly death,

Without these three I would have smiled, but that
tinkle on my face would have been as morbid as the
buried corpse,

Without these three I would have eaten food, but each
morsel would have been like a million barrels of
poison,

Without these three I would have kissed, but my caress
would diffuse cancerous tissues instead of spreading
the bond of friendship,

Without these three I would have read, but the letters
would have seemed darker than the blackest of clouds,

Without these three I would have cried, but the tears
which dribbled down my cheek would be of pure blood,

Without these three I would have earned money, but the
currency would have been as infinitesimal as ash for
me,

Without these three I would have attended parties, but
would have sequestered myself under the table, with a
pool of mosquitoes hovering around,

Without these three I would have seen people wandering
around, but they would appear to me as lifeless
entities,

Without these three I would have heard voices, but
would have forgotten to decipher the melody in the
sound,

Without these three I would have gulped water, but
would have remained thirsty all throughout the day,

Without these three I would have written long letters,
but would perceive each word embossed as a rotten
abuse,

Without these three I would have driven my vehicle,
but would loose complete control of the steering
wheel,

Without these three I would have worn clothes, but
would have people laughing as I had worn my trousers
enveloping my neck instead of my shirt,

Without these three I would have sat on the royal
chair, but would have tripped head-on on the floor,
disdainfully losing my balance,

Without these three I would have gone to the market,
but would have spent my entire wallet on a flimsy
chunk of spiceless vegetable,

Without these three I would have fought valiantly with
my fists, but each punch of mine would have been like
frozen ice,

Without these three I would have behaved, but only for
the sake of appeasing a bunch of idiots running the
family business,

Without these three I would have perhaps have existed,
lived for the heck of it, but without my heart
actually throbbing in my ribs,

And I know, by now you must be desperately waiting to
know their names, And I have not the slightest of
hesitation; infact am proud to christen the three
immortals in my life as my 'CREATOR', my 'MOTHER', and
my 'BELOVED'...


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»Without waiting

 

Without waiting for unflinching strength to peerlessly
enshroud my arms; if I plunged head-on into the
ferociously beheading battlefield; then the aftermath
of it would be; ignominiously crippling defeat;
instead,

Without waiting for priceless empathy to selflessly
encircle the periphery of my eyes; if I galloped on an
inexhaustible mission to embrace every echelon of
brutally tyrannized humanity; then the aftermath of it
would be; hapless disintegration into gruesomely cruel
nothingness; instead,

Without waiting for fructifying thoughts to
brilliantly spawn in my brain; if I commenced to write
the most literary Herculean epic of my time; then the
aftermath of it would be; baseless balderdash
raunchily perspiring from everywhere; instead,

Without waiting for triumphant melody to fantastically
brew up my throat; if I started to perpetuate every
cranny of the fathomless Universe with a celestially
enchanting song; then the aftermath of it would be; a
corpse of indescribably cacophonic ghoulishness;
instead,

Without waiting for effulgent smiles to uninhibitedly
the contours of my lips; if I chivalrously tried to
disseminate the essence of true conviviality amidst
every disparagingly beleaguered organism on this
planet; then the aftermath of it would be; a
cloudburst of tears erupting at every step that I
took; instead,

Without waiting for indispensable hunger to
reverberate from the hollow of my stomach; if I
devoured every sumptuously succulent delicacy on this
boundless earth; then the aftermath of it would be; a
vomit with such ghastly rebuke which would horridly
desecrate the purest of soils; instead,

Without waiting for sleep to wholesomely relinquish my
eyes; if I commenced to segregate the quintessential
needle from the fecklessly looming haystack; then the
aftermath of it would be; every trace of holistic
sanctity metamorphosing into tawdrily suffocating
deliriousness; instead,

Without waiting for blood to ecstatically rush through
my veins; if I drifted into the valley of
unsurpassably timeless adventure; then the aftermath
of it would be; deterioration into a gutter of inanely
fatigued meaninglessness; instead,

Without waiting for blazing truth to unrestrictedly
permeate my conscience; if I indefatigably proceeded
to teach the chapters of symbiotic humanity; then the
aftermath of it would be; being brutally charred to
the dungeons of hell; instead,

Without waiting for jubilant virility to consummately
bless my persona; if I attempted to procreate the
countless of own living kind; then the aftermath of it
would be; delinquently choking stagnation forever and
ever and ever; instead,

Without waiting for the waves of perennial contentment
to endow my soul; if I tried to miraculously mitigate
the suffering of every wounded soldier on this globe;
then the aftermath of it would be; every bit of benign
goodness transforming into sadistically cannibalistic
blood; instead,

Without waiting for passion to tower high and handsome
into my fingers; if I tried to blissfully sketch every
inch of the Lord’s panoramically boundless creation;
then the aftermath of it would be; egregiously
amorphous skeletons wailing till times immemorial;
instead,

Without waiting for a surreal yawn to wonderfully
besiege my mouth; if I tried to timelessly snore under
my silken nocturnal quilt; then the aftermath of it
would be; a night of wretchedly maniacal and
diabolical desperation; instead,

Without waiting for the rhythm of marvelous pragmatism
to wholesomely drape my senses; if I started to solve
the inexplicably carcinogenic riddles of every
dwelling in acrimonious despair; then the aftermath of
it would be; vanishing like a frigid whisker even
before uttering a singleton word; instead,

Without waiting for naturally inevitable pressure
pounding on my bowels; if I tried to expurgate in such
a way that I would never ever have to go to the
lavatory for a lifetime; then the aftermath of it
would be; the mortuary of insanity galore dissolving
me into cadaverous emptiness; instead,

Without waiting for hair to extrude from my scalp and
skin; if I valiantly subjected myself to the winds of
the chilliest of winter; then the aftermath of it
would be; forlornly fretting in uncontrollably
emaciating pneumonia for the remainder of my life;
instead,

Without waiting for inferno’s of seductively untamed
passion to royally enslave my silhouette; if I leapt
out to ignite desire into every disconsolately
decrepit organism on unceasing earth; then the
aftermath of it would be; jailhouses of sleazy
infertility reigning mockingly supreme; instead,

Without waiting for my lungs to harmoniously sing for
quintessential oxygen; if I tried to inhale every bit
of synergistically emollient air on the trajectory of
this limitless Universe; then the aftermath of it
would be; a ludicrously inflated balloon ready to
burst into an infinite bits of infinitesimal
stupidity; instead,


And without waiting for my heart to compassionately
throb within my chest; if I tried to bond every of its
beat with the chapters of Immortally insuperable love
in this entire world; then the aftermath of it would
be; vindictively vituperative and unbearable betrayal;
instead…



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