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»Truth

 

More invincible than the colossal mountains; virtually impregnable from
all
sides,
More unfathomable than the blue skies; prevalent in billions of
entities
transgressing upon the trajectory of this planet,
More mesmerizing than the voice of the nightingale; illuminating a path
of
dazzling optimism in an atmosphere encroached viciously with ominous
light,
More transparent than the rays of the heavenly Sun; stringently
annihilating
the most minuscule trace of evil forever from this Universe,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its
immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies? ? ?

More poignant than the crimson streams of blood in body; irrefutably
silencing the web of salacious lies with the power of its divinely
voice,
More cherished than any ornament in the world; not procurable for even
the
entire wealth assimilated on the planet,
More unsurpassable than the golden horizons; tenaciously standing tall
engulfed with a blanket of its own convictions,
More grandiloquent than any sight decipherable by the eye; escalating
incessantly in a majestic aura that encompassed the divine,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its
immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies? ? ?


More piquant than the profusely salty ocean; fumigating the most
inconspicuous trace of devilish energy; with the celestial antiseptic
in its
persona,
More persevering than the infinite tons of sweat shed under sweltering
winds
of the day; laboring all the way to repay Almighty Creator in the best
possible way,
More natural than the wail of a freshly born organism; worshipped by
even
the most Omnipotent for its ubiquitously sacrosanct grace,
More passionate than the handsomely amber flames; incarcerating
boundless in
the swirl of its innocuous sincerity,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its
immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies? ? ?


More straighter than the arrow; embedding the virtue of righteousness
even
countless feet beneath soil,
More revered than the footsteps of the amicable mother; holding the
most
supreme spot in each heart palpitating under the firmament of sky,
More enchanting than the best of ingratiating perfume; instilling its
perpetually benevolent fragrance in whosoever who even nimbly desired
it,
More ancient than even the earth on which we're living on was created;
infact the only treasure with which any palpable entity was born,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its
immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies? ? ?


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Truth remains truth forever

 

Whether the inexplicably shivering beggar spoke it; or
whether it diffused magnetically from the stupendously
rich man’s mouth,

Whether the pathetically diminutive ant spoke it; or
whether it diffused roaringly from the overwhelmingly
majestic lion’s mouth,

Whether the horrendously ugly witch spoke it; or
whether it diffused gloriously from the unequivocally
beautiful princess’s mouth,

Whether the pathetically slithering snake spoke it; or
whether it diffused articulately from the voluptuously
seductive nightingale’s mouth,

Whether the ridiculously staggering clown spoke it; or
whether it diffused handsomely from the valiantly
fighting; and majestically patriotic soldier’s mouth,

Whether the sordidly black slave spoke it; or whether
it diffused opulently from the grandiloquently
embellished queen’s mouth,

Whether the infinitesimally wavering ant spoke it; or
whether it diffused domineeringly from the royally
towering elephant’s mouth,

Whether the tyrannically starved orphan spoke it; or
whether it diffused toweringly from the unfathomably
blessed and bountiful mountain’s mouth,

Whether the irrevocably hideous cactus spoke it; or
whether it diffused rhapsodically from the
magnanimously showering cloud’s mouth,
Whether the perpetually deaf man spoke it; or whether
it diffused spell-bindingly from the ingratiatingly
tantalizing magician’s mouth,

Whether the languidly idling tortoise spoke it; or
whether it diffused dynamically from the flamboyantly
zipping and dynamic fire’s mouth,

Whether the intermittently pertinent mosquito spoke
it; or whether it diffused synergistically from the
incredulously gorgeous eagle’s mouth,

Whether the brutally scorched camel spoke it; or
whether it diffused poignantly from the unsurpassably
Kingly ocean’s mouth,

Whether the gruesomely illiterate urchin spoke it; or
whether it diffused integrally from the irrefutably
prudent and sacred philosopher’s mouth,

Whether the devastatingly old and bedraggled
grandfather spoke it; or whether it diffused
exuberantly from the lusciously vivacious and
enthrallingly dancing angel’s mouth,

Whether the grisly haired rat spoke it; or whether it
diffused celestially from the heavenly spiritual and
charismatic Goddess’s mouth,

Whether the ignominiously castigated artist spoke it;
or whether it diffused seductively from the
wonderfully captivating fairy’s mouth,

Whether the hopelessly extinguished candle spoke it;
or whether it diffused authoritatively from the
benevolently crowned monarch’s mouth,

And whether the incomprehensibly shattered heart spoke
it; or whether it diffused immortally from the
profusely replenished lover’s mouth,

Truth would always and irrefutably remain only as
TRUTH FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER; bonding all those
with a philanthropically symbiotic will to survive; in
thunderbolts of everlasting passion; in the blankets
of impregnable humanity; alike….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Truth and the Devil

 

The devil unstoppably took pride in salaciously writing; the book of
obnoxious caste-creed and venomously penalizing hatred,

The devil unstoppably took pride in acrimoniously writing; the book of
indiscriminate bloodshed and disastrously traumatizing ruthlessness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in vengefully writing; the book of
tyrannical devastation and lecherously bellicose orphaning,

The devil unstoppably took pride in fretfully writing; the book of
vindictive war and satanically criminal holocausts,

The devil unstoppably took pride in maliciously writing; the book of
coldblooded barbarism and manipulatively bizarre malice,

The devil unstoppably took pride in forlornly writing; the book of
worthless
ghosts and mortuaries brutally anointed with fresh blood,

T The devil unstoppably took pride in indigently writing; the book of
nonchalant spuriousness and fecklessly insipid meaninglessness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in torturously writing; the book of
ominous
animosity and hedonistically pugnacious illwill,

The devil unstoppably took pride in dictatorially writing; the book of
licentious bawdiness and insanely threadbare nothingness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in heinously writing; the book of
lascivious poverty and baselessly crippling uncertainty,

The devil unstoppably took pride in savagely writing; the book of
despicable
defeat and lethally ballistic atrociousness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in raunchily writing; the book of
dolorous
delinquency and insidiously slandering betrayal,

The devil unstoppably took pride in preposterously writing; the book of
scurrilous lunatism and barbarously incarcerating fiendishness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in frigidly writing; the book of
jejune
mockery and impudently castigating brazenness,

The devil unstoppably took pride in heartlessly writing; the book of
ghastly
bloodshed and indefatigably bombarding politics,

The devil unstoppably took pride in malevolently writing; the book of
prurient shit and debasingly corrupt profanity,

The devil unstoppably took pride in diffidently writing; the book of
impeachable slavery and tempestuously crucifying sanctity,

The devil unstoppably took pride in dreadfully writing; the book of
gruesome
extinction and sordidly smutty flagrance,

The devil unstoppably took pride in whippingly writing; the book of
wastrel
withering and invidiously jailing eccentricity,

The devil unstoppably took pride in grotesquely writing; the book of
merciless decimation and countless estranged lives,

The devil unstoppably took pride in gorily writing; the book of
sadistic
despondency and ignominiously deteriorating mankind,

The devil unstoppably took pride in stupidly writing; the book of
goddamned
solitude and murderously decrepit decay,

The devil unstoppably took pride in cacophonically writing; the book of
indolent withering and agonizingly cancerous disease,

The devil unstoppably took pride in belligerently writing; the book of
lost
oblivion and corrosively mad lamentation,

The devil unstoppably took pride in perniciously writing; the book of
stinking discrimination and dastardly languid nervousness,

But no matter what he wrote; where he did choose to write; what
language he
preferred to maliciously scribble; what ink he used to cold-bloodedly
lambaste; what expression he made to lousily concentrate,

Even the most infinitesimally evanescent alphabet inside his books was
irrefutably metamorphosed into a stream of immortally unending love; by
the
intransigently blazing inferno of truth; simplicity; humanity;
benevolence;
beauty; and the unassailably Almighty Lord…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Truth is always naked

 

Victory is always sweet; a perpetual trouncing of the corpses of the hedonistically slandering devil; by the winds of eternally undefeated righteousness,

Honesty is always persevering; an ocean of pricelessly unflinching sweat; that eventually wins over even the most infinitesimal anecdote of treacherously prejudiced debauchery,

Friendship is always compassionate; a perennial melanging of two souls into one; irrespective of caste; creed; color or the unfurling of astoundingly zipping time,

Childhood is always pristine; an indefatigable culmination into the most innocuously unfettered fantasies of vibrant tomorrow; and a fathomless kilometers away from even the most mercurial of hideous manipulation,

Adventures are always exhilarating; an unabashedly blissful venturing into the corridors of the uncannily unknown; rejuvenating every monotonously emaciated cranny of the body with timelessly mesmerizing spice,

Beauty is always ravishing; a panoramically unbridled triumph of sensuousness over the sacrilegiously demented corpses of stagnation; for a countless more births yet to arrive,

Benevolence is always altruistic; an unendingly selfless wind of companionship; which embraces every tangible and intangible entity on this fathomless Universe; in its impregnably amiable swirl,

Creation is always artistic; an inexhaustible cistern of inimitably unparalleled energy; which burgeons into the most brilliantly optimistic shapes of an interminable tomorrow,
Smiles are always inspiring; triggering rays of unassailably bounteous hope; into the lives of all those deplorably devastated beyond the threshold of inexplicably hapless despair,

Blood is always humanitarian; coalescing the entire boundlessly effulgent Universe into a spell bindingly united mass; irrespective of whether it belonged to a; “Hindu”; “Muslim”; “Buddhist”; or “Christian”,

Soul is always uplifting; incessantly continuing to drift into every ounce of goodness on this endlessly fructifying earth; even after the last expunging of divinely breath,

Symbiotism is always unconquerable; an untamed inferno of mutually ebullient desire; which timelessly bonded every conceivable element of free space; in the threads of benign holiness,

Yearning is always passionate; indispensably massacring even the most raunchily indiscriminately of hurdles that ever dared come in between; its royally tantalizing way,

Hunger is always natural; perpetually differentiating us insipidly greedy living beings; from the heavens of the insuperably Omnipotent and fearless Lord,

Flirtation is always mischievous; rekindling the spirit to survive as the most effervescently beautiful organism; even when buried an infinite feet beneath insouciantly meaningless mud,

Sleep is always celestial; replenishing even the most truculently lambasted arenas of the deteriorating body; with the mists of everlastingly heavenly rest,

Shadows are always mystical; undauntedly weaving an ever-pervadingly panoramic gorge of astounding fantasy; which seductively enshrouded even the obsolete cranny of the invisible veins,

Breathing is always fiery; perpetuating an unlimited forest of desire even in the most meaninglessly wanton of spaces; perpetuating the most veritably dead to euphorically surge forward in the true fervor of life,

And “Truth is always Naked”; candidly exposing the most inconspicuous of ins and outs of your persona; like when the Omniscient Creator was writing the destiny of this undying planet; and without the tiniest twitch of the eye….

©®Copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Try and see instead

 

Don’t blame the overwhelmingly blistering rays of the
sweltering Sun; for the mind boggling proportions of
heat it ruthlessly generated,
Try and see instead the beams of optimistic light it
profoundly illuminated; in the lives of infinite souls
completely deluged with hopeless despair…

Don’t blame the horrendously rotting apple for
emanating an obnoxious scent; corrupting the spurious
bliss of the grandiloquent atmosphere,
Try and see instead the ingratiatingly blossoming
effect it had on the dwindling crop; when embedded in
soil as pinches of raw manure….

Don’t blame the profusely spike studded shoe for
abrading your dainty feet; acting as a gruesome
barricade to fresh spurts of air; from seeping inside,
Try and see instead; the astronomical tenacity it
offered to your nimble soles; to transgress undaunted;
even through the most acrimoniously swirling fires….

Don’t blame the earthquake for treacherously
devastating empty buildings; engendering the waves of
the fabulous ocean to escalate taller than the skies,
Try and see instead; the celestial rivulets of water
it perpetuated; in the heart of miserably arid land….

Don’t blame the silvery sea shores for inhabiting a
battalion of venomously lethal spiders; raring to
feast on immaculate chunks of innocent flesh,
Try and see instead; the unfathomable amounts of
relaxation they provided to dreary adventurers; the
perpetually mystical avenue they proved for lovers
before tying the nuptial knot….

Don’t blame the clouds in the cosmos for fomenting a
thunderously cacophonic noise; clashing mercilessly
against each other to produce streaks of frightening
lightening,
Try and see instead; the mesmerizing droplets of rain
they showered; the life yielding streams of vivacious
liquid which poured in ferocious torrents on
pathetically groaning soil….

Don’t blame the kettle for fulminating in tumultuous
heat; scalding innocuous bits of skin with hostile
droplets of sizzling liquid,
Try and see instead the heavenly rejuvenation it
imparted; with only infinitesimal sips of it; gently
dribbling into the gloomy persona….

Don’t blame the conscience for being blatantly candid;
blurting out things which could have been well
camouflaged in realms of astute manipulation and
malice,
Try and see instead the stupendously comforting bliss
that it provided to the countenance; the most explicit
identity it endeavored to reveal of a man dying in
embarrassing despair….

And don’t blame life for being tyrannical and
satanically cruel; whipping you every unfurling
second with the sword of inexplicable disease
compounded with treacherous pain,
Try and see instead its irrefutably sacred virtue; the
infinite buckets of voluptuously passionate breath you
inhaled to be living this very moment; survive at your
unprecedented best in the most horrific of times….



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»Truth-1

 

Initially as much as it might sting you like a billion
acrimonious thorns,
Eventually it blossomed into the most fragrant flower
of prosperity; inundating each of your senses with
unprecedented happiness…

Initially as much as it might lethally pierce you like
a thousand knives; strangulating you forever in its
explicitly candid swirl,
Eventually it emerged as the most Omnipotent warrior
in this Universe; pacifying your every apprehension;
with its divine ointment of life….

Initially as much as it deluged you with profusely
debilitating winds of despair; stealing your last hope
of blissful survival,
Eventually it put you to an eternal slumber; making
you fantasize unfathomable kilometers beyond the land
of rhapsodic paradise…

Initially as much as it separated you from the ones
you dearly loved; pinching you pertinently at every
step you alighted to survive,
Eventually it immortalized the spirit of your
celestial existence; bonding your soul for centuries
unsurpassable; with the Omnipresent aura of the
Almighty….

Initially as much as it lambasted you on your nakedly
shivering skin; whilst your manipulative comrades
snored in cloud covers of opulent luxury and wine,
Eventually it granted you; your every philanthropic
desire; making you the richest man alive on the
trajectory of this never ending planet…

Initially as much as it melted you like an
inconspicuous pancake; whilst your lecherous fellow
mates danced in the aisles of seductive jubilation and
exotic excitement,
Eventually it enlightened every stage of your life
with invincible light; savoring for you; all the
immaculate goodness that lay hidden on mother earth….

Initially as much as it slaughtered all your energy to
breathe; viciously kicking you like a dog; beyond the
summit of disgruntling nothingness,
Eventually it showered upon you the entire power
trespassing on soil; saw to it that your every
benevolent dream ripened into an enchanting reality…

Initially as much as it pulverized you to soggy bits
of frigid ash; devouring every iota of your
conviction; like an untamed horde of ruthless
crocodiles,
Eventually it cast a spell of perennially mesmerizing
innocence in your eyes; which won you the most
cherished love of your life…

And initially as much as it devastated you left; right
and center; reducing your robust caricature to an
impoverished corpse; as the world sung and merrily
laughed outside,
Eventually it ensured that you were the sole winner;
towering over the monotonous definitions of a stale
yesterday; ebulliently bouncing and alive to face; a
countless more fantastically righteous tomorrow’s…


O! yes it’s upto you to believe it or not; implement
the same in your lives,
But I for one live for TRUTH all night and day; will
salute it above the most influential of living kind;
even centuries after I die…


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»Try and live with it; instead

 

The harder you try and erase your deplorably unfortunate past from your mind; the harder it cadaverously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your blissful present; into a corpse of treacherously remorseful uncertainties,

The harder you try and erase your deliriously shocking past from your mind; the harder it fecklessly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your burgeoning present; into a jailhouse of inexplicably inconsolable brooding,

The harder you try and erase your obsessively meaningless past from your mind; the harder it wantonly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your fructifying present; into a coffin of intransigently stabbing miseries,

The harder you try and erase your sinful ribald past from your mind; the harder it preposterously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your resplendent present; into the gallows of acrimoniously venomous disease,

The harder you try and erase your thoughtlessly gratuitous past from your mind; the harder it wretchedly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your synergistic present; into the most non-existent wisps of diabolical hell,

The harder you try and erase your baselessly egregious past from your mind; the harder it demonically comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your heavenly present; into haunted house of unceremoniously jinxed memories,

The harder you try and erase your abhorrently dastardly past from your mind; the harder it unrelentingly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your royal present; into a cloudburst of unforgivably apocalyptic blood,

The harder you try and erase your dejectedly failed past from your mind; the harder it lethally comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your ecstatic present; into a pigstalk of fetid bitterness,

The harder you try and erase your sadistically incarcerated past from your mind; the harder it cannibalistically comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your priceless present; into a rusted iron nail of worthless violence,

The harder you try and erase your criminally excoriating past from your mind; the harder it unceremoniously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your undaunted present; into the most sordidly stagnating oblivion,

The harder you try and erase your brutally assassinating past from your mind; the harder it despicably comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your effulgent present; into a frigidly infidel worm of nothingness,

The harder you try and erase your unbearably torturous past from your mind; the harder it salaciously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your sacrosanct present; into an amorphously emotionless carcass of disdain,

The harder you try and erase your immutably bigoted past from your mind; the harder it sacrilegiously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your victorious present; into a dungeon of barbarously blackened parasitic confinement,

The harder you try and erase your carnivorously stinking past from your mind; the harder it ignominiously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your exuberant present; into a deathful madness of unsurpassable melancholy,

The harder you try and erase your disastrously malevolent past from your mind; the harder it vituperatively comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your unconquerable present; into a graveyard of unendingly cursed sickness,

The harder you try and erase your fearfully dogged past from your mind; the harder it unwontedly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your rejuvenated present; into an unfathomable gorge of vindictively despairing sadness,

The harder you try and erase your uncouthly terrorized past from your mind; the harder it intractably comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your redolent present; into the ultimate apogees of satanic devastation,

The harder you try and erase your murderously inhumanitarian past from your mind; the harder it viciously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your impregnable present; into a trail of haplessly staggering discontentment,

The harder you try and erase your ghoulishly pugnacious past from your mind; the harder it reproachfully comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your peerless present; into the most unpardonable abuse of the entire Universe,

Therefore; try and accept it as an already happened element of your existence instead; which would never ever repeat itself in your path to presently philanthropically victory; try and live with your past instead….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Trying to hide deeper

 

No astronomically colossal wave in the ocean should
ever forget; that it was once upon a time a minuscule
stream of frigid water,

No pompously extruding tree in the forests should ever
forget; that I was once upon a time an inconspicuously
trembling seed,

No flame escalating handsomely towards the sky should
ever forget; that it was once upon a time a diminutive
flicker emanating from the bedraggled candle wick,

No majestic eagle soaring high in the clouds should
ever forget; that it was once upon a time an
infinitesimal fledgling whimpering insatiably; at the
disappearing of light,

No royally grandiloquent castle should ever forget;
that it was once upon a time a profoundly disheveled
brick; freshly baked under raw rays of sunlight,

No winner basking in the glory of incredulously earned
victory should ever forget; that he was once upon a
time shivering in nervous hysteria at the starting
point,

No fathomless dungeon impregnated with biscuits of
glittering gold should ever forget; that it was once
upon a time a obsolete hole; losing its entity each
time as the winds blown,

No impregnably towering mountain should ever forget;
that it was once upon a time a lump of transient mud;
being trampled by every entity transgressing its way,
No boundlessly incomprehensible desert should ever
forget; that it was once upon a time a granule of
insipid dirt; hovering without a stature of its own;
wholesomely solitary in the Universe,

No tumultuously mighty avalanche of ice should ever
forget; that it was once upon a time a droplet of
water almost freezing to death in the icy winds,

No blissfully blossoming fantasy should ever forget;
that it was once upon a time a rustic idea; which kept
dwindling infinite times even before it took ephemeral
shape,

No profusely embellished skin should ever forget; that
it was once upon a time; nakedly fragile; when just
born,

No overwhelmingly eloquent tongue should ever forget;
that it was once upon a time; babbling worse than a
child; while in divinely deep sleep,

No insurmountably thundering echo should ever forget;
that it was once upon a time; a disastrously squeaky
voice; nimbly caressing the rocks,

No unsurpassably successful businessman should ever
forget; that he was once upon a time; a wholesomely
ignoramus novice; just starting to learn the tricks of
the manipulative trade,

No unbelievably scented lotus should ever forget; that
it was once upon a time; a tiny bud extruding from
mammoth chunks of dirt all around,

No entity celestially married should ever forget; that
it was once upon a time; philandering like a mosquito
to manifest its romance into reality,

No invincibly powerful organism on this earth should
ever forget; that it was once upon a time withheld by
the Lord; in the realms of mesmerizing heaven,

And no Human; possessing even the most Herculean
strength on this planet should ever forget; that once
upon a time he was an uninhibitedly crying child;
trying to hide deeper and deeper inside the chest of
his sacrosanct mother….






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»Tsunami Aftermath-Lividly living corpse

 

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unprecedented misery; with the wrath of the inexplicably crippling disaster transforming every trace of robust innocence into a mortuary of stinking death,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of hapless uncertainty; as boundless number of impeccable heads stared in distraught disbelief; for relentless hours towards empty sky,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of morbid blood; from which emanated the stench of pricelessly inimitable honesty hopelessly blended with the diabolical devil,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unceasing sadness; in which perpetually floated innumerable lifeless bones of their enchanting siblings; children and immortal beloved,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of sadistic ridicule; where even the most eternally fructifying form of living kind was rendered to worthlessly lugubrious foam; salt and soap,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of parasitically ribald lechery; where man brutally asphyxiated his counterpart man; in an eventual bid to frenetically survive,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of cannibalistic hatred; from which spawned only the corridors of devilish hell; diffusing pain; pain and only intolerably inconsolable pain,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of bizarrely tawdry helplessness; where they were reduced to just infinitesimal frigid eunuchs; not able to do anything as the wave gobbled every trace of their celestial happiness,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of frenzied deliriousness; which apocalyptically shrieked the cry of ultimate extinction; the wholesome disappearance of this symbiotic planet from the map of this bountifully redolent Universe,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unceasing remorsefulness; with the coffins of satanic oblivion ghoulishly transcending every conceivable happening in the atmosphere,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of limitless disbelief; with every stroke of destiny seeming to treacherously unfurl from the mouth of the venomously slandering devil,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of ominously pulverizing lies; where as if sacrilegiously wanton abuse had forever overridden the brilliantly majestic scepter of emollient truth,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of wastrel nothingness; with every wave that arose; hedonistically darting towards the infinite infinity of unfathomable despair,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of endless unemployment; where even the most divinely innocent source of life; was indiscriminately weighed on the scales of carnivorous crime,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of intransigently besmirching trauma; which licentiously gave birth to the graveyards of blackness; blackness and only savagely decrepit blackness,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of emotionlessly penalizing neglect; unforgivably ripping them apart from every tangible and intangible aspect and fabric of the civilized society,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of devastating disorientation; with even the most synergistically resplendent of smiles metamorphosing into gorily inane waywardness,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unendingly excruciating torture; with human skin and emotions being ruthlessly excoriated apart like the inadvertent shedding of the lizard’s skin,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of amorphously sinful vindication; as fathomless deplorably orphaned took a solemn pledge; never to respect Mother Nature in their lifetimes again,

Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of ungainly fretfulness; with the horrendously wrinkled eye dispersing nothing else but blood; blood and punitively aggrieved blood,





Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unparalleled divestation; with every beat of the heart; breath and blood; being transformed forever and ever and ever; as an aftermath of the murderous Tsunami; into a lividly living corpse….

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Even if a droplet of it fell in my food; I puke out
what I had consumed in my stomach; during the tenure
of the marathon month,

Even if a droplet of it blended with the dusty road; I
wildly swerved my sedan; crashing face on against the
lanky tree; with my heart palpitating faster than
white lightening,

Even if a droplet of it got smeared inadvertently with
my pillow; I relentlessly tossed and turned all night;
fostering agonizing memories about the plight of my
fellow compatriots in suffering,

Even if a droplet of it dribbled down from my mirror;
I started to witness the entire world as disastrously
shattered; and all perceptions of mesmerizing beauty
just disappeared from my mind,

Even if a droplet of it came tumbling from the
astronomically fathomless sky; I swooned in sheer
disbelief towards the ground; terrified that the
Creator might have now decided to end this magnificent
earth,

Even if a droplet of it plummeted into the gigantic
glass of water; I started to have insane
hallucinations about the sacrosanct spirit of life; to
be in grave danger,

Even if a droplet of it oozed from my beloved's face;
I had a horrendously ringing sensation in my bones;
and I found tears of profound empathy slither down my
eyes,
Even if a droplet of it loitered on the periphery of
my shoe; my feet started to tremble inexplicably; and
the saliva in my throat froze brusquely midway; as I
felt helpless for mankind in hysterical grief,

Even if a droplet of it lingered close to my breath; I
felt that the gates of doomsday had suddenly unveiled
themselves full throttle upon the Universe,

Even if a droplet of it stuck to the luminous dial of
my watch; I commenced to conceive that time had
bizarrely condensed in its roots; and a treacherously
sinister glow hideously enveloped the whole planet,

Even if a droplet of it appeared on the television
screen; I felt myself perpetuated with an insatiable
nostalgia for my countrymen; sacrificing their lives
in true patriotism; to ensure that I existed in
perpetual peace,

Even if a droplet of it coalesced with the
majestically shimmering stream; I felt as if the
entire assemblage of water was shivering in
unprecedented pain,

Even if a droplet of it fell on the immaculately plain
sheet of writing paper; I felt that it was impossibly
irrevocable to remove the stains with even the most
incredulously powerful eraser in this world,

Even if a droplet of it sprinkled itself on tree
leaves; I ruminated that wild life was pathetically
deteriorating; and infinite parasites crawled on the
prowl to pacify their lecherous gluttony,

Even if a droplet of it adhered to my eyeball; the
world outside seemed gruesomely obfuscated; and every
path on which I transgressed seemed to be leading to
the corridors of satanic hell,

Even if a droplet of it spurted out from the
impregnably formidable walls; I felt uncannily closer
to ghastly death and decay; and the pulse of my
exuberant existence remarkably slackened its pace,

Even if a droplet of it sprang up on my palms; I
pondered upon the dire consequences that would
savagely constrict the tenacity of my destiny; the
gloomy perils that await me as I alighted my next
step,

Even if a droplet of it leaked from my luscious lips;
I relinquished all sagaciously perceivable activity;
poignantly disturbed at the most vital fluid bestowed
upon by the Almighty Lord; flowing out mercilessly,

And it was simply beyond my most incomprehensible
limit of imagination; that if such a minuscule droplet
of blood fomented my sensitivity to abdicate almost
all traces of life,

Then how could people round the globe; eat; drink; and
relish it; stupendously basking in its glory over a
glass of oligarchic port wine; ruthlessly slaughtering
impeccable animals for mere satisfaction of their
nocturnal supper? ? ?

Therefore it is my humble plea to all of you on behalf
of the Omnipotent Creator; to try your best and TURN
VEGETARIAN…..


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