Without you; the most tantalizing morsels of robustly
sparkling food; seemed to me worse than threadbare
chunks of inconspicuously insipid stone; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to
wholeheartedly eat,

Without you; the most opulently woven clothes; seemed
to me worse than dead leaves loitering invidiously on
the morbid corpses; as I relinquished even the tiniest
of desire; to fabulously dress,

Without you; the most grandiloquent of embellished
castles; seemed to me worse than miserably dwindling
mosquitoes; as I relinquished even the tiniest of
desire; to compassionately exist,

Without you; the most rhapsodically crimson clouds;
seemed to me worse than pathetically sweltering
deserts; as I relinquished even the tiniest of
desire; to exuberantly gallop,

Without you; the most ravishingly enchanting
crystalline streams; seemed to me worse than uncouthly
clattering stones; as I relinquished even the tiniest
of desire; to ebulliently bathe,

Without you; the most stupendously ecstatic aircrafts;
seemed to me worse than a languid ocean of
remorsefully sulking tortoise; as I relinquished even
the tiniest of desire; to euphorically fly,

Without you; the most vivaciously resplendent
rainbows; seemed to me worse than ludicrously pathetic
wisps of distantly disappearing oblivion; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to
majestically sight,

Without you; the most enchantingly spell binding
literature; seemed to me worse than a rotten tomato
being squelched to a ghastly death; as I relinquished
even the tiniest of desire; to poignantly read,


Without you; the most wonderfully dancing fairies;
seemed to me worse than a dilapidated trench of rotten
cowdung plaster; as I relinquished even the tiniest of
desire; to profoundly admire,

Without you; the most passionately thunderous
thunderbolts of lightening; seemed to me worse than
inconspicuously soggy matchsticks deteriorating on
obdurately cold ground; as I relinquished even the
tiniest of desire; to perspicaciously discern sound,

Without you; the most overwhelmingly fragrant roses;
seemed to me worse than garbage spewed out abundantly
from the gory gutters; as I relinquished even the
tiniest of desire; to artistically inhale,

Without you; the most divinely tufts of astonishingly
warm wool; seemed to me worse than infinitesimal
specks of disastrously shivering ice; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to
gregariously relish,

Without you; the most impeccably gallivanting and
boisterous children; seemed to me worse than
despondently crestfallen chunks of worthless soil; as
I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to
uninhibitedly embrace,

Without you; the most handsomely flaming rays of the
glorious Sun; seemed to me worse than a capriciously
frigid whisker dipped in ridiculous boredom; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to royally
enlighten,

Without you; the most unfathomably overflowing
treasuries of glittering gold; seemed to me worse than
disdainfully lackluster chalk; as I relinquished even
the tiniest of desire; to bountifully posses,

Without you; the most charismatically voluptuous
smiles; seemed to me worse than an unimaginably morbid
well of deplorable tears; as I relinquished even the
tiniest of desire; to uncontrollably laugh,

Without you; the most mystically ardent forests;
seemed to me worse than manipulatively monotonous
offices inundated with blood sucking tycoons; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to
ecstatically dream,

Without you; the most fervently cascading and
perennial breaths; seemed to me worse than a
boundlessly shattered carcass of bones decaying since
centuries immemorial beneath soil; as I relinquished
even the tiniest of desire; to irrefutably belong,

Without you; the most immortally passionate
heartbeats; seemed to me worse than meaningless
feathers of spuriously fading fascination; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to
unequivocally love,

And without you O! Beloved; the most invincible
chapters of vibrant life; seemed to me worse than a
countless gruesome deaths; as I relinquished even the
tiniest of desire; to blissfully live…..


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

A garden of voluptuously endless scent; sprouting into
a bountiful maze of tantalizing color and vibrancy;
every unleashing minute of the panoramic day,




A fortress of unflinchingly impregnable solidarity;
tirelessly inspiring one and all of her
compassionately gregarious kin,




A fountain of resplendent graciousness; disseminating
the fragrance of everlasting empathy; on every
impoverished step that she majestically tread,




A cloudburst of insatiably untamed yearning; as she
triggered fireballs of unsurpassably untamed desire;
even in the heart of the sordidly treacherous and
remorseful night,




A waterfall of astoundingly scintillating radiance; as
she unveiled an unfathomable veil of regale artistry
in every ingredient of the vivaciously bustling
atmosphere,




A wave of perennially heartfelt emotions; ardently
exploring the fathomless chapters of existence; as the
Omnipotent sun bloomed full throttle in the whites of
her immaculately pristine eyes,




An apostle of humanitarian bonding; embracing all
spell binding goodness of this gigantic Universe;
wonderfully in her compassionately amiable bosom,




A forest of eternally proliferating sensuousness;
profusely oozing into unsurpassable rivulets of
ingratiating enchantment; as voluptuous darkness took
an invincible grip on disdainfully inclement light,




A perpetually perfect dream for any artist; as he
assimilated even the most infinitesimal iota of her
celestially sparkling beauty; in the fathomless
embodiment of his timeless canvas,




An everlastingly Optimistic light; that maneuvers you
towards a paradise of divine rhapsody and unending
exuberance; when you felt your nerves being brutally
annihilated by swords of bizarre manipulation,




A melodiously evergreen song; that rejuvenates every
despicably dying speck of your frazzled visage;
marvelously drifting you towards a sky of vividly
fascinating newness,




An insurmountably poignant gorge of vibrant
titillation; blissfully enrapturing even the most
drearily alien; into a cocoon of mesmerizing smiles,




A harbinger of ubiquitously immortal peace; divinely
soothing every invidiously adulterated web of
discordant hoarseness; with the stupendously
supernatural melody in her voice,




A selfless mirror of beautifully scintillating
reality; uninhibitedly unleashing the corridors of her
impeccable soul; to all philanthropically blending on
the trajectory of this gargantuan earth,




An indefatigable saga of tumultuous passion and
turmoil; wholeheartedly weathering every stage of
inexplicably enigmatic existence; in harmoniously
triumphant synergy with the; Almighty Divine,




A rainbow of Omnisciently perpetuating shine;
inundating even the most preposterously indigent of
lives; with gloriously unblemished rivers of ecstatic
seduction,




A wind of fabulously reinvigorating freshness;
unbelievably replenishing even the most capriciously
infidel of your beleaguered senses; with the essence
of Omnipresent mankind,




An unparalleled inferno of magnetically alluring
breath; immortally throbbing to insatiably assimilate
all love that lay boundlessly scattered; on this
incomprehensibly vast planet,




And although she existed in unfathomable roles in
today’s society; at times a sacrosanct Mother; at
times a mischievous sister; at times an enchanting
seductress; at times a compassionate wife; at times an
affable aunt; at times an eternal grandmother;




There was one solemnization that was unassailably
common for each of her form; as she would for infinite
birth’s remain God’s most pricelessly beautiful
creation; she would forever be crowned as a
resplendent WOMAN….


©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

There was no mountain born on this Universe; which was
more formidable than it; coming even an infinitesimal
iota abreast its impregnable tenacity,

There was no fire born on this Universe; which was
more vivaciously flamboyant than it; as it incessantly
swirled in the aisles of vibrant compassion,

There was no color born on this Universe; which was
more gorgeous than it; as it resembled the angels in
the sweltering heat of the day; as well as each
instant of the voluptuously alluring night,

There was no sky born on this Universe; which was more
fathomless than it; as it was the procreator of every
tangible entity wandering merrily on this colossal
planet,

There was no flower born on this Universe; which was
more fragrant than it; as it bloomed fabulously into a
scent; that caressed the souls of countless loitering
aimlessly; alike,

There was no contraption born on this Universe; which
was more contemporary than it; as it incredulously
withstood the test of all times; evolving the most
ingeniously superior organism; like brilliant streaks
of white electricity in blue sky,

There was no ocean born on this Universe; which was
more unfathomable than it; as it ubiquitously
disseminated its waves of harmony and perennial bliss;
to all those shivering in torrential pain,

There was no magnet born on this Universe; which was
more attractive than it; as it captivated even the
most remotely alien of persona; in its stupendously
divine swirl,

There was no philosophy born on this Universe; which
was more sacrosanct than it; as it preached the most
holistic existence; even centuries before you were
born,

There was no truth born on this Universe; which was
more irrefutable than it; as it triumphantly massacred
the very essence of blatant lies; from even the most
oblivious wind of this gigantic earth,

There was no power born on this Universe; which was
more invincible than it; as it defended you against
the most mightiest of attacks; within a single wink of
its eye,

There was no entertainment born on this Universe;
which was more efficacious than its flurry of
boisterous activity; pacifying each of your
overwhelmingly frazzled senses; with its miraculous
enchantment and charm,

There was no Sun born on this Universe; which was more
dazzling than it; as it spread the aura of its
marvelously Omnipotent shine; to each house miserably
staggering in ghastly blackness,

There was no star born on this Universe; which was
more resplendent than it; as it filtered its
charismatically symbiotic beams; to profoundly
illuminate the disdainful caricature of unearthly
darkness,

There was no wind born on this Universe; which was
more serene than it; as it insurmountably mollified
every traumatically agonized individual; in the river
of its unending love,

There was no bird born on this Universe; which could
fly higher than it; as it indefatigably soared higher
than the satiny clouds; uplifting the impoverished
into an entrenchment of celestial goodness,

There was no mysticism born on this Universe; which
was more enigmatic than it; as it engulfed even the
most treacherously mundane of entity in the poignantly
escalating wave of its mesmerizing enthrallment,

There was no complexion born on this Universe; which
was more beautiful than it; as it imparted perennial
shelter to the profusely infirm; in its unbelievably
passionate interiors,

There was no victory born on this Universe; which was
more greater than it; as it tirelessly fought not just
for itself; but for shielding the lives of boundless
innocent; about to be born,

There was no tree born on this Universe; which was
more bountiful than it; as it perpetually bestowed the
most wonderfully priceless gift of humanity; in each
hopelessly barren cranny of this gargantuan world,

There was no smile born on this Universe; which was
more benevolent than it; as it magnanimously embraced
even the most hideously sinister in its heavenly
swirl; giving all an equal opportunity to diffuse
their quota of goodness on this planet,

There was no emotion born on this Universe; which was
more effusively volatile than it; as it fulminated
into the most glorious catharsis of the conscience
every unveiling moment; striking the chord of humanity
with incomprehensible; alike,

There was no blessing born on this Universe; which was
more benign than it; as it spread the sweetness of
symbiotic survival; granted every philanthropic wish
of yours; even before you could nimbly utter it,

There was no richness born on this Universe; which was
more opulent than it; as it made you feel the most
prosperous organism alive; even in infinite more
births you were destined to take birth again,

There was no aroma born on this Universe; which was
more Omnipresent than it; as it inhabited each
dwelling where there even the most inconspicuous sign
of life; relentlessly propelling the chapter of
existence to continue till the time God wanted it to,

There was no enchantment born on this Universe; which
was more stupefying than it; as it cast its
majestically spell binding spirit; to every soul
withering abominably towards the corridors of
threadbare extinction,

There was no ray born on this Universe; which was more
handsome than it; as it blazed a trail of ultimate
splendor; even on the most pathetically dwindling
paths that it caressed,

There was no energy born on this Universe; which was
more everlasting than it; as it single handedly bore
the brunt of all the ferociously diabolical around;
unshakably rising to every ruthless disaster; like a
supremely embellished princess,

There was no summit born on this Universe; which was
more towering than it; as it overshadowed every shade
of the invidiously evil; with its royal grace and
Omniscient light,

There was no bond born on this Universe; which was
more stronger than it; as it astoundingly fortified
its Oligarchic grip; upon the cradle of compassionate
empathy; for unbelievable more lives to come,
There was no sword born on this Universe; which was
more mightier than it; as it beheaded even the most
infinitesimal of devil; lingering insidiously around
its innocuously frolicking children,

There was no seed born on this Universe; which was
more fertile than it; as it blossomed into a festoon
of newness and excitement every unfurling minute;
spawning the most exotic creation of Almighty Lord,

There was no season born on this Universe; which was
more ravishing than it; as it showered its virtue of
ever pervading righteousness; upon each molecule of
God; in an enclosure of harmonious unity and
humanitarian pride,

There was no path born on this Universe which was more
enticing than it; as it unrelentingly intrigued
countless; with its incomprehensibly unending prowess
to serve all mankind,

There was no continent born on this Universe; which
was more fascinating than it; as it harbored each
element of prosperous survival in its amicable
corridors; ensuring that all those benevolent; reached
the pinnacle of glittering success,

There was no honey born on this Universe; which was
more sweeter than it; as it wholeheartedly distributed
the winds of united existence; propagated the essence
of solidarity in every passionate heart on this earth,

There was no rainbow on this Universe; which was more
magically striking than it; as it unfurled into an
unsurpassable myriad of enriching shades; to grant all
those deluged in drudgery; an absolute reprieve from
sinful malice,

There was no soil born on this Universe; which was
more ravishing than it; as it culminated into an
emphatic breeze of friendship; in the most malevolent
of storm; and harmony; alike,

There was no relationship born on this Universe; which
was more amiable than it; as it offered its ubiquitous
wings to all those treacherously deprived who needed
it; before offering them unequivocal shelter for the
freezing night,

There was no artist born on this Universe; who was
more passionate than it; as it assimilated all the
beauty of this globe; in its cradle of ebullient
happiness,

There was no sound born on this Universe; which was
more melodious than it; as it euphorically sung the
tunes of a splendidly incarcerating life; mitigating
all those engulfed with horrifically despicable
despair,

There was no meadow born on this Universe; which was
more sprouting than it; as it blissfully harnessed
each enlightening attribute of existence with its own
blood; reinforcing each bit of the gruesomely bad;
with the irrevocable thunderbolts of divine life,

There was no reflection born on this Universe; which
was more marvelous than it; as it consecrated even the
most lecherous bits of dilapidated ash; with the
unprecedented love lingering in its soul,

There was no magic born on this Universe; which was
more alluring than it; as it unbelievably spawned the
most intellectual of all organisms; to save the planet
from ghastly clutches of misery and stinking mice,

There was no panacea born on this Universe; which was
more effective than it; as it instilled rejuvenating
life in even those; well sunken in beneath their gory
graves and without the slightest trace of light,

There was no mission born on this Universe; which was
more fulfilling than it; as it accomplished the
greatest purpose of the Almighty; by immortally
continuing his sacred chapter of existence,

There was no current born on this Universe; which was
more vividly passionate than it; as it evolved a
complete life from just a capriciously changing
conglomerate of cells and space; rambunctiously
ensuring that there was not the tiniest of insinuation
of stillness or morbid malice,

There was no idea born on this Universe; which was
more incarcerating than it; as it still remained the
most fascinating mechanism of chiseling a perfect
organism; even in a world drowned abhorrently in
robotic prejudice,

There was no fashion on this Universe; which was more
versatile than it; as it acclimatized itself to the
most ferociously vacillating conditions; celestially
metamorphosing its intricate form; every now and
again; to blend with the cry of painstakingly
suffering humanity,

There was no gift on this Universe; which was more
precious than it; as it manifested every person’s
ultimate dream into a veritable reality; gave him a
reason to live with astronomical pride; even well past
his own times,

There was no longing on this Universe; which was more
ardent than it; as it triggered insatiable cloudbursts
of craving; for all those deplorably blind; to witness
their sole messiah with golden sight,

There was no line on this Universe; which was more
straighter than it; as it basked in the undefeatable
glory of candid honesty; diffusing the rays of a
fantastically optimistic tomorrow; as each day
persevering unraveled into the queenly night,

There was no boundary on this Universe; which was more
boundless than it; as it encompassed all merciful
living kind; in the heavenly pace that forever
enveloped its sparkling form,

There was no prayer on this Universe; which was more
revered than it; as it was a magical wand for
pioneering all forms and fraternities of vibrant life;
sowing the cherishable seeds of a symbiotic existence,


O! yes; it made you feel the most invincible entity on
this planet till the time you were in it; bequeathing
upon you an incomprehensible ardor to lead a countless
more lives; when you wonderfully came out,

It was the ultimate place that you belonged to on this
earth; the very reason that you were able to read and
I was able to fervently write until this line; the
only cradle which gave you life; the only cradle on
this globe which embraced you like an angel even after
your condemnable death; infact a place none other than
your own blood and signature; a place none other than
your MOTHERS WOMB…




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

The exuberantly rustling whirlpools of breeze; worked
stupendously miraculous wonders for the drearily
morose and lugubriously fretful tree,

The torrentially tumbling blankets of ecstatic rain;
worked unbelievably miraculous wonders for the
hoarsely traumatized landscapes of aridly sweltering
land,

The bountiful ocean of resplendent scent emanating
from the scarlet rose; worked unfathomably miraculous
wonders for the remorsefully forlorn atmosphere,

The meticulously synchronized tick-tocking of the
timeless clock; worked irrevocably miraculous wonders
for the invidiously sluggish and laggardly lazing,

The ferociously blazing rays of the Omnipotent Sun;
worked unprecedentedly miraculous wonders for the
disgustingly rotting and perniciously sinister
graveyard,

The rhythmical jingling of the innocuously shimmering
bells; worked astonishingly miraculous wonders for the
indefatigably wailing and disconcertingly skittish
child,

The melodiously everlasting sounds of the royally
crested nightingale; worked gloriously miraculously
wonders for the manipulatively besieged and bizarrely
monotonous corporate buffoon,
The entrenchment of celestially immaculate peace;
worked timelessly miraculous wonders for the
irrefutably pious and unrelentingly meditating saint,

The compassionate arms of perpetually amiable
friendship; worked spell bindingly miraculous wonders
for all those torturously orphaned from the very first
cry of vivacious birth,

The dexterously crafted canes of poignant red and
nimble white; worked incomprehensibly miraculous
wonders for the blind men crossing the boisterously
rambunctious and foolhardy street,

The ravishingly appetizing meals of salubriously
gratifying corn; worked unconquerably miraculous
wonders for the traumatically impoverished and
frantically trembling stomach,

The insurmountable titillation of the nubile
seductress’s footsteps; worked marvelously miraculous
wonders for the man deliberately trying to dig his own
corpse and without the most infinitesimal trace of
euphoria for vibrant life,

The harmoniously sacrosanct lap of the divinely
mother; worked unassailably miraculous wonders for the
freshly born and ebulliently frolicking child,

The poignantly profuse body of the fragrant
photograph; worked impregnably miraculous wonders for
the brutally devastated soul; which had nothing but
Omnisciently gregarious memories to survive on,

The sordidly decaying crevices of the morbidly
disappearing gutter; worked sensuously miraculous
wonders for mountain of abominably horrific and
menacingly stray parasites,

The dolorously sullen waters of the ghoulishly
stagnating pond; worked bountifully miraculous wonders
for the vividly enamoring and iridescently blooming
lotus flower,

The waves of unflinchingly embellished righteousness;
worked triumphantly miraculous wonders for the
indiscriminately massacred and salaciously smoldering
conscience,

The infernos of Omnipresently spawning and charismatic
breath; worked ubiquitously miraculous wonders for all
those innocent and diabolically whipped; at their very
last thresholds of abdicating existence,

And the immortally bonding rainbows of unshakable
love; worked perpetually miraculous wonders for the
salaciously betrayed and a heart throbbing sadly
without its pair of priceless beats…





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

Fatherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to symbiotically exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally devastated; but still emerging victorious in whatever philanthropic you did; by the grace of the Omnipotent Lord Almighty,

Motherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to peerlessly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally drained; but still emerging victorious in whatever synergistic you did; by the grace of the unassailable Lord Almighty,

Sisterless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to pricelessly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally flabbergasted; but still emerging victorious in whatever benign you did; by the grace of the ever-pervading Lord Almighty,

Brotherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to holistically exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally pulverized; but still emerging victorious in whatever innocuous you did; by the grace of the everlasting Lord Almighty,

Auntless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to innovatively exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally evaporated; but still emerging victorious in whatever celestial you did; by the grace of the Omnipresent Lord Almighty,

Uncleless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to unimpeachably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally deteriorated; but still emerging victorious in whatever innovative you did; by the grace of the unshakable Lord Almighty,

Grandmotherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to blazingly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally disheveled; but still emerging victorious in whatever proliferating you did; by the grace of the impregnable Lord Almighty,

Grandfatherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to inimitably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally slithering; but still emerging victorious in whatever eclectic you did; by the grace of the ever-pervading Lord Almighty,

Friendless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to bounteously exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally castrated; but still emerging victorious in whatever artistic you did; by the grace of the unsurpassable Lord Almighty,

Childless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to royally exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally wrecked; but still emerging victorious in whatever humanitarian you did; by the grace of the unlimited Lord Almighty,

Religionless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to insuperably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally confounded; but still emerging victorious in whatever egalitarian you did; by the grace of the ubiquitous Lord Almighty,

Voiceless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to effulgently exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally decrepit; but still emerging victorious in whatever panoramic you did; by the grace of the invincible Lord Almighty,

Kinless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to gloriously exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally delirious; but still emerging victorious in whatever magnanimous you did; by the grace of the undefeated Lord Almighty,
Pastless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to iridescently exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally jilted; but still emerging victorious in whatever rejuvenating you did; by the grace of the eternal Lord Almighty,

Directionless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to unbelievably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally flummoxed; but still emerging victorious in whatever discovering you did; by the grace of the unconquerable Lord Almighty,

Dimensionless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to amazingly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally flabbergasted; but still emerging victorious in whatever truthful you did; by the grace of the perpetual Lord Almighty,

Strengthless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to spell-bindingly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally squelched; but still emerging victorious in whatever beautiful you did; by the grace of the Omnipresent Lord Almighty,

Clothless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to blissfully exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally disintegrated; but still emerging victorious in whatever romantic you did; by the grace of the interminable Lord Almighty,

Homeless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to ecstatically exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally squandering; but still emerging victorious in whatever righteous you did; by the grace of the Omniscient Lord Almighty,

But LoveLess. Worry. Worry. Worry and infinite times do Worry. For you’re going to die this right now this very moment; as where there’s no love; every ounce of destiny; breath and life closes there and then itself; by the grace of the infallibly supreme Lord Almighty…

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WOULD YOU EVER believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as a vivacious bird soaring high in the sky,

Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk of glittering gold,

Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with diamonds; as a lump of bedraggled stone,

Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a switchboard of pugnacious electricity,

Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as a broomstick with incongruous bristles,

Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated iron; as a mesmerizing rose growing in the garden,

Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a mosquito hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room,

Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the undulating waves; as a rustic jungle spider,

Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with snow; as an unscrupulous dog on the street,

Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a disdainfully fetid shoe,

Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a jagged bush of cactus growing in the sweltering desert,

Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of delectable chocolate,
Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid bubbling in a swanky bottle,

Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an inarticulate matchstick coated with lead,

Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the ceiling; as a sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat,

Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a dead mans morbid tooth,

Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as gaudily colored water emanating from the street fountains,

Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered historian; as a slab of tangy peanut butter,

Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant pigeon discerningly pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor,

Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a camouflaged lizard transgressing through wild projections of grass,

Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep gorges; as a gutter inundated with obnoxious sewage,

Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict nefariously lurking through solitary streets of the city,

Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as a weird tattoo to be adhered to the chest,

Would you ever believe if I called a chicken’s egg; as logs of sooty charcoal abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse,

Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey; as a ominously slithering reptile in the jungles,

Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly tonsured scalp; as a gas balloon floating in insipid air,

Would you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal diamonds; as an inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin,

Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray containing frozen ice,

Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a gargantuan well flooded with water and dead frogs,

Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the ceiling; as finely squelched juice of red radish,

Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as slime coated fossil lying in close proximity with the seabed,

Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified wall commensurately aligned with burnt bricks,

Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp of mango being tossed indiscriminately on the street,

Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome machines; as an aromatic seed of plant,

Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a rubicund fruit of juicy plum,

Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a greeting card fudged with scores of ostentatious lines,
Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a disheveled pantry inhabited with clusters of stray mice,

Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a preposterously huge whale of the ocean,

Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an animated butterfly fluttering at low heights from the ground,

Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a mushroom sizzling in the blistering oven,

Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an avalanche of snow plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds,

Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner; as a curry of decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap,

Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe of a striped panther,

Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a corrugated assemblage of tree roots,

Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier floating harmlessly in water,

Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a graveyard sprawled with morbid coffins,

Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid peel of paint hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall,

Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a zany zebra galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert,

Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a frigid contact lens agglutinated to the eye,

Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious profanity,

Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly blatant lie,

Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of god; as a perniciously diabolical devil,

And would you ever believe if I called True Love; as a spurious product of imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation

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Every tangible and intangible portion of my lips; had solely and nothing else but her compassionately igniting kisses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their sordidly impoverished periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my skin; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipotently rekindling caresses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its diminutively trembling periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my brain; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly enthralling fantasies written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically victimized periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my palms; had solely and nothing else but her majestically Omnipresent destiny written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their penuriously staggering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my chest; had solely and nothing else but her indefatigably unconquerable sensuality written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its traumatically slavering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my veins; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually ameliorating camaraderie written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their deplorably divested periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my eyes; had solely and nothing else but her irrefutably candid reflection written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their parsimoniously shattered periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my tongue; had solely and nothing else but her inexhaustibly bountiful melody written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its inexplicably devastated periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my neck; had solely and nothing else but her unendingly emancipating magnetism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically quavering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my chin; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly delectable nibbles written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its drearily subjugated periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my ears; had solely and nothing else but her perennially mellifluous sounds written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their frigidly besmirched periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my shoulders; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipresently mitigating philanthropism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their infinitesimally pulverized periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my shadow; had solely and nothing else but her tantalizingly ravishing whisper written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its irascibly fidgeting periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my armpits; had solely and nothing else but her infallibly persevering sweat written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their miserably floundering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my throat; had solely and nothing else but her eternally liberating melody written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its ethereally parched periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my feet; had solely and nothing else but her indomitably fathomless adventure written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their lugubriously obsolete periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my conscience; had solely and nothing else but her flames of unassailably everlasting truth written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its transiently extinguishing periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my impression; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually insuperable signature written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its nimbly fluttering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my nostrils; had solely and nothing else but her Omnisciently ever-pervading breath written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its fervently tiny periphery,

And every tangible and intangible portion of my heart; had solely and nothing else but her Immortally unshakable love written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its obsessively throbbing periphery….


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You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose wonderfully luscious lips; invincibly started and ended; my every passionately ignited and bountifully iridescent; kiss;

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rhapsodically emancipating eyes; spell-bindingly started and ended; my every royally unfettered and victoriously poignant; fantasy,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose intricately silken feet; ecstatically started and ended; my every intrepidly titillating and timelessly reinvigorating; adventure,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose sensuously reverberating spine; unbelievably started and ended; my every interminably voluptuous and beautifully euphoric; caress,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose victoriously effulgent palms; stupendously started and ended; my every stroke of joyously unbridled and inscrutably bewitching; destiny,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravishingly titillating hair; handsomely started and ended; my every unabashedly liberating and vivaciously blessed; dance,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose gorgeously seductive nape; inebriatingly started and ended; my every immaculately wondrous and regally ameliorating; nibble,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose uninhibitedly dimpled chin; marvelously started and ended; my every anecdote of pristinely sparkling and insatiably charismatic; mischief,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravenously effervescent belly; potently started and ended; my every fierily unending and fabulously exultated; lick,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rapturously blushing cheeks; poignantly started and ended; my every odyssey of inimitably undying and victoriously unprecedented; excitement,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose blissfully sweat-laden armpit; irrefutably started and ended; my every trail of truthfully emollient and indefatigably insuperable; perseverance,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose mellifluously holistic fingers; ecstatically started and ended; my every impeccably benign and unsurpassably altruistic; artistry,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose flirtatiously flapping ears; indomitably started and ended; my every timelessly augmenting and mystically groping; desire,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose compassionately roused bosom; unflinchingly started and ended; my every vial of peerlessly fecund and blessedly magnetic; virility,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose densely enamoring brow; vividly started and ended; my every enigmatically evoking and serenely serendipitous; whisper,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose thunderously electric thighs; uncontrollably started and ended; my every humanely ardent and eternally emaciated; longing,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose magically ameliorating soul; harmoniously started and ended; my every act of wonderfully egalitarian and unconquerably symbiotic; humility,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose incomprehensibly perennial nostrils; aristocratically started and ended; my every expedition of romantically princely and unimaginably heroic; life,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose immortally throbbing heart; perpetually started and ended; my every beat of divinely blossoming and insuperably uniting; love….

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I had a cavalcade of ostentatious cars following me
every second; with
melodious tunes emanating from the sleek music
systems,
The upholstery was plush; the ambience was besieged
with a pungent aroma of
wild scented flower,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to hold my
hand; make me frivolously
smile.

I had a furry quilt made of the finest quality satin;
adhered to a bed
embossed with pure god,
Embroidered carpets sprawling on the colossal walls;
with the majestic panther
skin hanging limp from the ceiling,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to sing
enchanting rhymes; tickle me in
my ribs; make me go to sleep.

I had grandiloquent pool of water in the interiors of
my palace; with the
waters appearing emerald green in the full moonlight,
An aquarium of exquisite fish blended with crystalline
pebble; with profoundly
embellished life boats floating on the surface,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to splash water
on my face; swim with
rejuvenating euphoria beside me.

I had the most succulent of violet grapes lying on
corrugated silver; with
blood red apple juxtaposed in clusters,
Ravishing glasses of immaculate milk; the most piquant
of green chili; with
commensurate proportions of Italian chocolate,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in vicinity to
converse with me; feed
me the food with congenial warmth.

I had a piano studded with the most resplendent of
diamond; a jugglery of
musical instrument lying in exorbitant quantity,
A slender necked violin leaning on the wall; enmeshed
with a myriad of
chiseled wire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in proximity to
listen to the
enchanting music when I played.

I wore a bullet proof jacket encompassing my chest;
with scintillating swords
protruding gallantly from my back,
A luxuriously emollient suit camouflaging the same;
snake leather shoes
concluding my kingly attire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was none in the
surrounding; able to listen to my
throbbing heart.

I had amassed sumptuous wealth in the tenure of my
life; with currency of all
kind cascading down my persona,
Armed forces parading around the formidable castle I
inhabited; an ocean of
golden honey plummeting down from the window,
Yet I felt lonely; as I couldn’t purchase her
intricate heart with all the
affluence I possessed; hold her captive in the prison
of my gold.


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When yellow beams of sunlight passed through blood
stained glass,
the rays transited to crimson red; with prominent
tinges of pallid empathy.

when yellow beams of sunlight permeated through a
dense forage of leaves,
the rays converted to mesmerizing shadows; obfuscated
from harsh light.

when yellow beams of sunlight penetrated through
pellucid pools of
mountain water,
the rays transformed to a honey golden; converging like
a quiver of arrows on
clusters of fish.

when yellow beams of sunlight filtered through
daintily polished finger
nails,
the rays acquired color of pink avenues of tender
skin.

when yellow beams of sunlight sneaked through morbid
interiors bathing in
pitch darkness,
the rays illuminated the ghostly ambience with
stringent rays of antiseptic
light.

when yellow beams of sunlight softly caressed frozen
tunnels of white ice,
the rays lambasted the tyranny of savage
winter; prompting the snow to melt.

when yellow beams of sunlight fell on the clammy
surface of stale tea,
the rays prompted its pallid persona to boisterously
heat and sizzle.

when yellow beams of sunlight pilfered through hollow
crevices of teeth,
the rays fumigated obnoxious centers of rotten breath
inhabiting in
abundance.

when yellow beams of sunlight plunged on the satiny
mattress of scalp hair,
the rays reinvigorated intricate parts of brain
machinery with holistic
warmth.

and when yellow beams of light pierced through my
heart; body; and soul,
the rays had overwhelming tasks of perpetually bonding
me with my beloved,
amalgamating me and her for centuries galore; with the
essence of our love
radiating its blissful fragrance.


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