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»What I eternally desired

 

The tantalizingly seductive periphery of your lusciously crinkled lips; mesmerized me to only an infinitesimally fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to suckle their unbelievably triumphant and harmoniously mellifluous sweetness; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The voluptuously rubicund contours of your fantastically nubile cheeks; enchanted me to only a diminutively fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to absorb in their charismatically robust and perennially bountiful luster; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The sensuously embellished fringes of your mischievously dancing eyelashes; stupefied me to only a parsimoniously fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to become every royally untainted wink that you uninhibitedly executed; for an infinite more births yet to come….

The ravishingly enticing swirl of your pristinely black hair; reinvigorated me to only an abstemiously fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to intertwine each of my senses with their magically virgin tresses; for an infinite more births yet to come….

The stupendously fearless voice that wafted from your ardently melodious throat; enamored me to only a spartanly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to blissfully make each of your sounds as the sole elixir of my impoverished life; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The unbelievably gorgeous silhouettes of your fragrantly moistened belly; dazzled me to only a miserly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to make dwelling in its invincibly compassionate warmth; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The unconquerable tinkle of ornaments on your insuperably heavenly fingers; enlightened me to only a nimbly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to revel in their majestically unhindered cocoons of original artistry; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The effulgently resplendent sheen of your bewitchingly emollient nostrils; entranced me to only a restrictedly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to euphorically bounce in their indomitably Omnipotent breath; for an infinite more births yet to come….

The oligarchic shapes of your unflinchingly parading feet; enthralled me to only an impoverishedly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to become every ubiquitously uniting step that they tread; for an infinite more births yet to come….

The fabulously golden shades of your victoriously holistic sweat; fascinated me to only an inconspicuously fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to bathe in its essence of emolliently honest perseverance; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The beguiling sway of your daintily adorned earlobes; spell bound me to only a penuriously fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to imbibe the spirit of truth that they timelessly heard; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The vivaciously effervescent flow of your iridescently humanitarian blood; captivated me to only an ephemerally fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to blend my soul with the countless ingredients of symbiotic humanity in it; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The profoundly enigmatic vacillations of your regally unfettered shadow; mitigated me to only an ethereally fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to timelessly siesta in its unassailably philanthropic serenity; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The kingly whites of your inexhaustibly dancing eyes; mystified me to only an infidel fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to tirelessly sight my reflection in their mirror of ubiquitously unparalleled righteousness; for an infinite more births yet to come….

The limitless fleet of goose-bumps on your excitedly exuberant nape; sublimed me to only a truncatedly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to continuously maneuver to every of its passionate swirl; for an infinite more births yet to come….

The unlimited repertoire of actions that emanated from your sagaciously venerated persona; recharged me to only a fractionally fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to mélange with every flow of priceless truth and humanity that they sprouted into; for an infinite more births yet to come…

The miraculously exquisite panic button in your indefatigably ebullient belly; pepped me to only a flaccidly fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to become the nexus of its blessedly altruistic existence; for an infinite more births yet to come…

And the unceasing throbbing of your perpetually fervent heart; impressed me to only a lackadaisically fleeting extent,
What I eternally desired was to bond my mind; body; and soul with the beats of its immortally unshakable love; for an infinite more births yet to come….

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

 

What happens when branch leaves wither in freezing
winter,
the tree body stands devoid of leafy clothing all day
and night.

What happens when frosty cream is sucked from cow
milk,
the solution rendered listless, resembles white
mineral water.

What happens pure petrol is mixed with stale kerosene,
the car machinery stutters, vomits in pain, unable to
budge an inch further.

What happens when a horse is kissed by fiery cigarette
butt,
it throws its master topsy-turvy, galloping at mounting
spurts of speed.

What happens when the vociferous sea is evacuated of
water,
demonic thunder clouds of rain refrain from being
formed.

What happens when children are introduced to the
nefarious world of crime,
they indulge in rampant massacre, consuming human blood
like stream water.

What happens when chunks of bread are left to die,
red ant and a plethora of fungus devour it rapidly.

What happens when body is drenched with rotten tobacco
juice,
there develops an everlasting stench of decayed
lizard.

What happens when coconut shell is slammed hard on
human skull,
the fruit bursts open proving feeble against volatile
energy of the brain.

What happens when we swallow a pitcher full of scotch
whisky,
the inbuilt body clock remains in heavy sedation all
sunlit day.

What happens when partially blind left are to waver on
the busy street,
they guide themselves adroitly, relying
solely on sensory touches
of touch and smell.

What happens when human beings are replaced by robots,
tasks get executed to immaculate perfection,
without palpable emotions of hatred and unbiased love.

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»What I was unconquerably sure about

 

What tomorrow would bring for me in its exhilaratingly
blissful winds; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
tiniest of longing to know,
But what I was unconquerably sure about was that; each
ingredient of my emaciated eye ardently wanted to
witness your divinely silhouette this very moment;
without the slightest of hindrance in between and the
recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its graciously
bountiful lap; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
most diminutive of longing to know,
But what I was unassailably sure about was that; each
droplet of my trembling blood fervently wanted to
blend with your philanthropically handsome goodness
this very moment; without the slightest of impediments
in between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its ingratiatingly
inexplicable horizons; I didn’t care; nor did have
even the most parsimonious of longing to know,
But what I was unfathomably sure about was that; each
line of my impoverished palm insatiably wanted to
entwine with your majestically unfurling life this
very moment; without the slightest of darkness in
between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its royally
resplendent swirl; I didn’t care; nor did have even
the most mercurial of longing to know,
But what I was invincibly sure about was that; each
cracked contour of my lips triumphantly wanted to
intermingle with your sensuously iridescent senses
this very moment; without the slightest of morass in
between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its enigmatically
philandering breath; I didn’t care; nor did have even
the most remote longing to know,
But what I was boundlessly sure about was that; each
vein of my abysmally faltering legs zanily wanted to
coalesce with your benevolently humanitarian stride
this very moment; without the slightest of duress in
between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its celestially
vibrant fabric; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
most oblivious longing to know,
But what I was indefatigably sure about was that; each
chord of my preposterously scorched throat
tumultuously wanted to slaver your Samaritan sweetness
this very moment; without the slightest of treachery
in between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its vividly
coruscated dawn; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
most cloistered of longing to know,
But what I was impregnably sure about was that; each
miserably bereaved bone of mine unrelentingly wanted
the compassionate caress of your magical palms this
very moment; without the slightest of embroilment in
between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its spell
bindingly enamoring resplendence; I didn’t care; nor
did have even the most insipid of longing to know,
But what I was limitlessly sure about was that; each
sordidly estranged pore of my flesh perennially wanted
to bond with your rhapsodic melody this very moment;
without the slightest of bedlam in between and the
recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its enchantingly
fragrant corridor; I didn’t care; nor did have even
the most infidel of longing to know,
But what I was fathomlessly sure about was that; each
devastatingly diminishing breath of mine perpetually
wanted to entwine with your altruistically fearless
life this very moment; without the slightest of
inhibition in between and the recital of NO….

And what tomorrow would bring for me in its redolently
euphoric wave; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
most ephemeral of longing to know,
But what I was supremely sure about was that; each
beat of my gratuitously feckless heart immortally
wanted to entrench with your love this very moment;
without the slightest of hesitation in between and the
recital of NO….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»What is a poem?

 

A poem is; an everlasting ocean of poignant empathy;
that envelops you in winds of insatiable euphoria and
tantalizingly rhapsodic caress,

A poem is; a marvelous compilation of majestic art;
cascading like the most opulent river of happiness; in
your times of morbidly murderous gloom,
A poem is; a cloudburst of tumultuously piquant
emotions; forever and irrefutably ensuring that; you
kept gallivanting ahead with the delectably pristine
ardor of life,

A poem is; a fathomless canvas of vivacious color and
ingratiating charm; deluging every cranny of your
ludicrously impoverished existence; with all
mesmerizing goodness; stupendously overpowering the
atmosphere,

A poem is; a wave of glorious royalty that
romantically sweeps across your dreary nerves every
dawn; titillates you into fireballs of untamed
imagination; all throughout the fabric of the
voluptuously enchanting night,

A poem is; the most grandiloquently flaming epitome of
triumph; harboring you in its invincible belly of
endless fantasy; nourishing each iota of your blood;
like a sacrosanct mother,

A poem is; a boisterously humming bee of ecstatic
jubilation; diffusing the profound sweetness of
mystical existence; on whichever path you chose to
philanthropically tread,

A poem is; an unfathomable myriad of enigmatic
undulations; intriguingly weaving through
unsurpassable joy and inexplicable gloom in life;
alike,

A poem is; the most embellished form of written
expression; catapulting you to infinite kilometers
above the divinely conglomerate of celestial clouds;
to bask in the unprecedented glory of priceless
learning,

A poem is; an incomprehensible mountain of intrepid
philosophy; the most turbulently ebullient portrayal
of the mind; body and blissfully philandering soul,

A poem is; a symbol of ubiquitous harmony; uniting
civilizations irrespective of caste; creed or color
from all across the fathomless planet; in its
invincible blanket of humanity; alike,

A poem is; an unequivocal path of righteousness that
transpires you to wholeheartedly pursue your gorgeous
curtain spread of benevolent dreams; your spice to
passionately embrace life and lifeless sleep;
romantically and alike,

A poem is; an unrelenting thunderbolt of perennial
desire; encapsulating your diabolically dwindling
bones; with the eternal fervor to exhilaratedly leap
forward in vibrant life,

A poem is; the sacrosanct constituent of a writers
imagination; his intransigent propensity and heavenly
fodder; to compassionately lead a countless more
exotic lives,

A poem is; a boundlessly ardent craving for harmonious
bliss to impregnably descend; incarcerating all those
disastrously devastated; with the incredulously
ingratiating melody in its rhythm,

A poem is; a resplendently twinkling sky of perpetual
yearning; showering its rain of unparalleled
enthusiasm; upon every quarter of this earth; besieged
with horrifically debilitating darkness,

A poem is; a magical whirlpool of fervently diffusing
breath; that instills Omnipotent life; even in the
most languidly ungainly and satanically maimed,

A poem is; a tantalizingly seducing princess;
grandiloquently culminating into a mist of fascinating
desire and astoundingly bountiful grace; on every iota
of space; she blessedly blended with,

Over and above all; A poem is; the innermost
fulmination of the immortally throbbing heart;
transcending well above the boundaries of
conventionally parasitic form; rule and structure;
every true artists desire to take indefatigably breath
for; abnegating his last trace of life for it; only to
rejoice with it perpetually in realms of Omnipresent
heaven….

©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»What is it?

 

What is it that makes us speak with eloquence,
Oscillates the fleshy organ of tongue in mouth.

What is it that makes us decipher infinite lines of
condensed literature,
Lies trapped in hollow sockets of visual apparatus.

What is it that makes us sweat like an invincible
river,
Exorbitantly saps reserve quotas of hidden energy.

What is it that tickles daintily stitched threads of
conscience,
Vacillates with every unfolding minute of life.

What is it that makes our hair stand when bitter cold,
Causes surplus goose-bumps multiplying infectiously by
the minute.

What is it that lifts our bodies from periphery of
earth,
Prompts us to run fast when struck with fear.

What is it that bestows us with a satiny shadow,
Attracts us unanimously towards impeccable pillars of
love.

What is it that triggers us to laugh with zeal and
profound enthuse,
Imparts us with the bountiful quality of being
chivalrous.

What is it that causes incoherent pressure to evacuate
our bowels,
Facilitates in healing raw islands of sordid wounds.

What is it that makes us cry in bouts of agonizing
hysteria,
Renders us mutilated exposed to the tyranny of life.

What is it that makes us hungry like untamed demons,
Inspires us to trample the innocent indiscreetly.

What is it that makes us oblivious to ticking hours of
the clock,
Give our hearts to the person we vehemently love,
Dedicate our lives in due submission of the deity we
adore and pray


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»What is life without love?

 

What is life without spell binding fantasy; the
unprecedented exhilaration to incessantly dance in the
valley of untamed adventure?

What is life without marvelously exotic flamboyance;
the insatiably perennial desire to be none other than;
magnificently bedazzling sunshine?

What is life without mystically voluptuous
enchantment; the milky rays of moon seductively
enthralling; every iota of your disastrously famished
skin?

What is life without tantalizing rain; golden globules
of heavenly water tumbling torrentially from the
fathomless sky; pacifying every iota of your
devastatingly frazzled senses with overwhelming magic
and serenity?

What is life without mesmerizing scent; a boundless
entrenchment of blissfully celestial rose; tingling
you majestically on every benign step that you took?

What is life without unrelenting charisma; the
bountifully ever green fruits of Mother Nature;
divinely greeting you every dawn you ravishingly awoke
?

What is life without indefatigable strength; an
intrinsically Herculean stamina; which tirelessly
propelled you to march unflinchingly; on the path of
sagacious righteousness?


What is life without intransigent perseverance; a
blazing inferno of patriotic solidarity; beautifully
camouflaging every iota of your; fabulously silver
sweat?

What is life without your revered ancestors; the
intriguing island of profuse nostalgia that they
stupendously transited you into; recounting the tales
of unending hundred’s of years?

What is life without royally fructifying carpet of
enamoring grass; the titillatingly divinely stalks;
that surreptitiously flirted with the surrendering
energy in your beleaguered soles?

What is life without the blissfully sacrosanct cow;
the oceans of impeccable milk which she uninhibitedly
oozed; to miraculously fortifying every element of
your penuriously staggering countenance?

What is life without perpetually augmenting desire; an
unsurpassable yearning to romance with resplendently
tinkling goodness; for infinite more births yet to
unfurl?

What is life without the vivaciously boisterous
rainbow; the countless myriad of eclectic shades in
vibrant life; which made you bask in the full glory of
your priceless existence?

What is life without ebulliently compassionate
artistry; the unbelievably fantastic aura of the
entire Universe; so brilliantly portrayed upon the
trajectory of the; emphatically silken canvas?

What is life without ingratiatingly twinkling stars;
the magically opalescent fountain of shimmer that
eternally radiated; after the heart of charmingly
gracious midnight?

What is life without enigmatically evoking intuition;
the uncanny forest of inexplicable dreams; which
blended so splendidly with every ingredient of your
poignant blood?

What is life without ubiquitously blooming humanity;
the thread of everlastingly benevolent empathy; which
so euphorically coalesced all religions; caste; creed;
and tribes in whirlpools of mankind; alike?

What is life without ecstatic fireballs of breath; the
astoundingly tumultuous reinvigoration which it
endlessly imparted; to march forward as a messiah of
invincibly divine peace?

What is life without diligently bestowing prayer; the
unassailable mantras of humanity; that harmoniously
metamorphosed the manipulatively bedraggled planet
once again; into a Godly paradise?

And over and above all; what is life without
immortally unconquerable love; which was the only
Omnipotent panache to timelessly live; and let forever
and ever and ever symbiotically survive…..

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»What is the need of?

 

What is the need of spuriously artificial bulb light;
when we have the natural light of the majestically
fulminating and Omnipotent Sun; ubiquitously
disseminating perpetual rays of hope in every dwelling
besieged with horrendous despair?

What is the need of capriciously artificial cologne
scent; when we have the natural cocoon of vibrantly
blossoming roses in the field; timelessly placating
tumultuously aggrieved nerves with the magic of
fragrant togetherness?

What is the need of bombastically inflated
air-conditioner; when we have the natural draughts of
exuberant breeze; enchantingly blowing to pave a
pathway of rhapsodic ebullience; even in the most
devastated of lives?

What is the need of manipulatively blended factory
made sweetness; when we have unfathomable tons of
natural honey delectably oozing from the
grandiloquently rambunctious hives; infiltrating each
beleaguered life with; astronomically priceless
sweetness?

What is the need of vindictively bottled and
artificial spices; when we have indefatigable fields
of piquant chili; the natural waves of the gigantic
ocean; profoundly perpetuating each despicably
shattered life; with the poignant elixir to exotically
survive?

What is the need of sleazily scintillating artificial
jewelry; when we have the marvelously royal oyster;
bountifully culminating into a forest of
ingratiatingly euphoric pearls; enlightening every
dreary heart and the gory retribution of the night;
with milky innocence; alike?

What is the need of the diabolically looming
fortresses of mortal and obdurately insensitive steel;
when we have the natural entrenchments of perennial
mankind; compassionately sequestering even the most
tyrannically penurious; in its handsomely sacrosanct
belly?

What is the need of insidiously gaudy color towering
on each road; when we have the vivaciously natural
rainbow shimmering enthrallingly in fathomless bits of
sky; enlightening the life of all those miserably
shattered; with beams of astounding dexterity?

What is the need of seductively raunchy and
pathetically lewd films; when we have the naturally
tantalizing carpet of crimson clouds floating in the
sky; gorgeously titillating even the most remotely
sweltering cranny of this Universe; with thunderbolts
of fascinating rain?

What is the need of lethally venomous guns and an
anarchic arcade of treacherous bombs; when we have the
regally natural blanket of home soil; patriotically
blazing in impregnably triumphant glory; above even
the most diabolically infidel of traitors?

What is the need of lecherously tainted and
ludicrously mechanized cloth; when we have impeccably
natural fields of sprawling cotton; chivalrously
shielding every orphaned and rich alike; in the
heavenly enclosure of its immaculate warmth?

What is the need of bizarrely lugubrious and
artificially made somber coffins; when we have the
naturally celestial trenches of mud; to harbor and
eternally rest the departed mind; body and soul?

What is the need of nonchalantly dolorous strips of
trademarked sunglass; when we have the pricelessly
natural fold of sensuous lids blissfully encapsulating
the drearily exhausted eyeball; imparting it with
heavenly rejuvenation; even under the most
acrimoniously belligerent fireball of Sun?

What is the need of baselessly opulent distilled water
geysers; when we have the exuberantly natural cascades
of the sparkling waterfalls to bathe under; profoundly
reinvigorate even the most morbidly deadened arena of
the crumbling skin?

What is the need of preposterously bludgeoning beats
of the meaningless discotheque; when we have the
naturally melodious and divinely cadence of the
nightingale supremely appease; even the most veritably
extinguishing organs of our body?

What is the need of dastardly computers invidiously
flashing axioms of truth; when we have the innocuous
wails of the freshly born infant; irrefutably
proclaiming the cosmos of unassailable righteousness
every unfurling minute of the day?

What is the need of nonchalantly lackadaisical
tantras; mantras; and religious fanaticism; when we
have the Omnisciently Natural blessings of the
Almighty Lord; to give us the unprecedented tenacity;
of victoriously transcending over the most
horrifically hostile; of path?

What is the need of worthlessly puffed up cylinders of
artificial oxygen; when we have the Omnipresently
natural cisterns of unsurpassably unending air all
around; miraculously pacifying even the most gorily
dying jacket of lungs?

And what is the need of insipidly bulky pacemakers
incessantly trying to revive the beats of the
vanishing heart; when we have the immortally natural
paradise of unconquerable love; not only ensuring that
the heart stayed young forever; but perpetually sought
love and was wonderfully alive? ? ?



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»What is the use

 

What is the use of a mirror that does not reflect pellucid images,
fails to
portray the true identity of an individual,

What is the use of a cow which does not give milk; keeps incessantly
munching
tones of green grass,

What is the use of a concrete road, which is unable to hold traffic;
buckles
down under the impact of vehicular load,

What is the use of a tree which does not bear succulent fruit; refrains
to
yield satiny shadows in order to cool dreary passengers,
What is the use of an aircraft, which stumbles to take off; let apart
transport hordes of passengers,

What is the use of a pen that fails to write; inundate the spotless
demeanor
of bonded paper with umpteenth lines of literature,

What is the use of robust feet, which are unable to walk; transferring
their
possessors to their required place of destination,

What is the use of articulate fingers, which incorrigibly refuse to
draw;
hoist the slightest of load from ground,
What is the use of a slimy spider web that fails to imprison innocuous
insects; snaps into multiple fragments at the tiniest of caress,

What is the use of car which refrains to start; stutters every
unleashing
second when traversing the lanes,

What is the use of a black thundercloud, which refrains to rain;
sprinkle upon
the parched earth bountiful droplets of water,

What is the use of a bell, which doesn't produce a shrill sound when
rung;
lies insipid and limp even when struck voraciously,

What is the use of a bird, which doesn’t fly uninhibitedly in the sky;
indolently sleeps in its nest on soil,

What is the use of teeth, which fail to chew food; grinding it
scrupulously to
facilitate digestion,

What is the use of a river, which does not flow; remains stagnant
harboring a
plethora of dead weed and dirt,

What is the use of the sun in the cosmos which does not shine; holding
back
its radiance and scintillating light from fumigating the earth,

What is the use of stars which do not twinkle resplendently at night;
illuminate the gloomy ambience with rays of exuberant hope,

What is the use of eyes, which cannot see; admire the mesmerizing
beauty of
the globe,

What is the use of lips, which don’t smile; effusively express feelings
of
warmth and congeniality,

What is the use of humans which don’t procreate their progeny; fail to
imbibe
the essence of sharing in their counterpart mates,
What is the use of mud sprawled on the ground; unable to bear crop;
blowing
with the wind to settle in a bedraggled heap,

What is the use of sword, which miserably fails in protecting its
master; in
the end becomes an inevitable cause of his assassination,

What is the use of a lock, which opens with the most mundane of key;
enabling
burglars to pilfer and plunder at their free will,

What is the use of a scorpion, which is unable to sting; inject its
lethal
venom when it matters the most,

What is the use of life which is bereft of adventure; the philanthropic
spirit
to propagate peace,

And what is the use of a palpable heart which fails to beat even after
witnessing true love; remains confined to realms of stringent
sophistication.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»What made you ever think?

 

What made you ever think; that you could exult in the exotic night;
without
slogging it out under the sweltering sun of the afternoon?

What made you ever think; that you could leap to the summit of Everest,
without even being able to crawl on the ground?

What made you ever think; that you could gulp gallons of intoxicating
wine,
without even tasting colorless water?

What made you ever think; that you could start singing like the
magnificent
orchestra, when infact you had stupendous difficulty even to talk?

What made you ever think; that you could swim in the choppy sea,
without even
knowing how to float in the placid pool of water?

What made you ever think; that you could write infinite lines of
literature;
without even being able to spell primitive words?

What made you ever think; that you could become the supreme president;
without
even being able to execute clerical work?

What made you ever think; that you could break the gargantuan brick
with a
single punch of yours; when infact you didn’t even possess the power to
kill
an inconspicuous mosquito?

What made you ever think; that you could fly the huge aircraft; without
even
knowing how to balance a tricycle?

What made you ever think; that you could converse articulately for
hours on
the trot, when infact you miserably floundered even to utter a single
word?

What made you ever think; that you could stand barechested on the
freezing
iceberg; when infact you shivered incessantly even in the slightest
draught of
wind?

What made you ever think; that you could see behind solid walls; when
infact
you didn’t even possess the capacity of recognizing magnified objects
infront
of your eyes?

What made you ever think; that you could walk on the tight rope with a
mask
camouflaging your face; when infact you couldn’t even maintain your
balance on
the most strongest of ground?

What made you ever think; that you could sketch the mesmerizing Mona
Lisa;
when infact you always held the pencil upside down?

What made you ever think; that you could design an incredulous robot;
when
infact you mistook every chunk of wood for sparks of electricity?

What made you ever think; that you could emulate the royal prince; when
infact
you couldn’t even hold the spoon properly in your hands?

What made you ever think; that you could be the Creator; when infact
you
didn’t even remember your own birth date?

What made you ever think; that you could romance for times immemorial;
when
infact you didn’t even know the first alphabet of Love?

And what on earth made you ever think; that you could grow old and die
tomorrow; when infact you didn’t even have the slightest of tenacity;
crumbled
like a pack of soggy cards every unfurling minute today?


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»What purpose did life have to exist?

 

What purpose did the grass have to exist; without the
astoundingly scintillating sheath of perpetual
dewdrops; the mystical rejuvenation that they imparted
at the crack of every ethereally ebullient dawn?

What purpose did the sky have to exist; without the
crimson conglomerate of handsomely thunderous clouds;
the vivacious charisma that they imparted by
indefatigably clashing and culminating into torrential
thunderballs of mesmerizing rain?

What purpose did the mountains have to exist; without
the majestically glittering festoon of invincible
peaks; the unassailable ardor that they imparted all
night and sweltering day?

What purpose did the trees have to exist; without the
aristocratic fountain of exotically sensuous leaves;
the princely charisma that they imparted; with the
serenely rustling and tranquil breeze?

What purpose did the mother have to exist; without the
impeccably new born child; the godly rays of newness
that it imparted; with each of its princely wails?

What purpose did the rose have to exist; without the
boisterously buzzing honey bee; the unfathomable tons
of nectar it blissfully secreted; nimbly perched on
the ravishingly voluptuous petals?

What purpose did the castle have to exist; without its
stupendously royal garland of kings and queens; the
unassailable spirit of triumph that they irrefutably
provided; to even the most remotely lackadaisical of
its barren walls?

What purpose did the soil have to exist; without the
quintessential cistern of priceless fertility; the
amazingly prolific and indispensable elixir of life;
which blissfully spawned endlessly vibrant life?

What purpose did the night have to exist; without the
resplendently milky curtain of enthralling moonlight;
the timelessly alluring beams of immaculate white;
which profoundly enlightened every cranny of
dolorously murderous stillness?

What purpose did the gutters have to exist; without
the abominably abhorrent pigs; the savagely uncouth
stomachs of theirs; which scrapped every iota of dirt
forever; within lightening seconds of time?

What purpose did the deserts have to exist; without
the overwhelmingly sweltering landscape of blistering
sands; the disdainfully acrimonious heat that they
imparted; and that too smilingly for centuries
immemorial?

What purpose did the avalanches have to exist; without
the austerely frozen winds of winter; the deathly
chill that held their gruesomely appalling contours;
stoically in the most meticulous of shape?

What purpose did the web have to exist; without the
inscrutably silken spider; the incomprehensible
entrenchment of enthrallment that it imparted; while
indefatigably interweaving through the gorgeously
satiny strands?

What purpose did the eyes have to exist; without the
panoramically wonderful kaleidoscope of beauty around;
the spell binding reinvigoration that it uninhibitedly
imparted; to one and all; holistically alike?

What purpose did the battlefields have to exist;
without the patriotically marching soldiers; the
intrepid waves of impregnable triumph that they
imparted; while unequivocally shedding their life for
the sake of their sacred countrymen?

What purpose did the treasuries have to exist; without
the unlimited cistern of opulently glittering gold;
the unbelievably grandiloquent aura that it imparted
for the entire world to; salaciously witness?

What purpose did the mind have to exist; without the
ecstatically swirling whirlpool of untamed fantasy;
the divinely fascinating cloud of romantic
philandering that it imparted; forever to the drearily
tyrannized nerves?

What purpose did the nostrils have to exist; without
the pricelessly vibrant forest of mystically piquant
breath; the unconquerable jacket of oligarchic life
that it imparted; to every hopelessly wandering
living; inundated with turbulent distress?

And what purpose did life have to exist; without the
invincible jewel of compassionate love; the Omnipotent
thread of egalitarian sharing that it celestially
instilled in all mankind; to bond them forever and
ever and ever; in the perpetual religion of humanity?


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