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»There were times

 

There were times when the breeze didn’t need air to
flow; gush in torrential fervor towards the handsome
sky,

There were times when the rose didn’t need fragrance
to blossom; transit into the most unprecedented realms
of voluptuous desire,

There were times when the tongue didn’t need words to
speak; express its emotions as vociferously as a new
born child,

There were times when the fish didn’t need water to
swim; ebulliently bounce and gallivant in the full
fervor of existence,

There were times when the lips didn’t need a smile to
be happy; exult in the grandeur of the mesmerizing
beauty; lingering on this Universe all around,

There were times when the eyes didn’t have to close to
dream; fantasize beyond the boundaries of infinite
infinity,

There were times when the church didn’t need bells to
ring; poignantly express the irrefutably divinely
consent of the Almighty lord,

There were times when evening didn’t need the Sun to
set; metamorphose into overwhelmingly seductive and
transient dusk; before the onset of perpetual night,

There were times when the birds didn’t need wings to
fly; soar astronomically high in vivacious bits of
fabulously blue sky,
There were times when the palms didn’t need lines to
be destined; live the most incredulously wonderful
existence that could ever be conceived on this earth,

There were times when the throat didn’t need sound to
communicate; reach the individual boundless kilometers
away in lightening fractions of seconds,

There were times when the body didn’t need muscle to
fight; conquer the most invincible of heights with the
stupendously majestic ease of a crown prince,

There were times when the storm didn’t need
thunderbolts of white electricity; to incarcerate the
soil in its mystically enigmatic swirl,

There were times when the matchstick didn’t need
flames to burn; escalate the most unsurpassable limits
of the cosmos; where no entity had ever tread,

There were times when the diamonds didn’t need
stringent light to shine; glisten gorgeously to
unleash infernos of insatiable passion,

There were times when the veins didn’t need blood to
survive; trigger insurmountable compassion and an
unequalled ardor to lead life,

There were times when the snow didn’t need heat to
melt; evolve into a spring of profoundly enchanting
froth; blessing countless with its heavenly charm,

There were times when the nostrils didn’t need air to
live; exist beyond the boundaries of inevitably
unfurling fate,


And there were times when the heart didn’t need a
voice to proclaim; dedicate its passionately
palpitating flurry of fervent beats to the person it
loved; the person it wanted to incarcerate for
fathomless more births to come

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»There were none

 

There were some on the trajectory of this fathomlessly enamoring Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of treacherous hatred; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably truncated lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this inexhaustibly iridescent Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of abominably crippling discrimination; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably evanescent lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this endlessly divine Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of inexplicably penalizing illiteracy; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably fugitive lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this indefatigably fructifying Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of parasitically insouciant possessiveness; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably extinguishing lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this limitlessly enthralling Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of disdainfully decrepit loneliness; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably shortened lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this brilliantly optimistic Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of cadaverously shattering egotism; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably transient lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this timelessly extemporizing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of sinfully paralyzing crime; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably destitute lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this gigantically endowing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of atrociously pulverizing sadism; at some or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably curtailed lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this eclectically vivacious Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of traumatically self-inflicted isolation; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably evaporating lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this vividly Herculean Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of robotically sacrilegious corruption; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably shortened lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this bountifully burgeoning Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of ominously devastating war; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably fading lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this timelessly victorious Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of diabolically victimizing greed; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably restricted lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this interminably ameliorating Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of deliriously thwarting insomnia; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably impoverished lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this gregariously embracing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of horrendously satanic vindication; at some or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably deteriorating lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this beautifully virile Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of wantonly feckless inebriation; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably corroding lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this unceasingly emollient Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of outrageously vehement cynicism; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably extinguishing lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this unbelievably mesmerizing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of squalidly bawdy secrets; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably abrading lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this incredulously acquitting Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of devilishly deplorable lies; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably laconic lifetimes,

There were some on the trajectory of this fearlessly ever-pervading Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of hedonistically massacring betrayal; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably shriveling lifetime,

But there were none on the trajectory of this Omnisciently wonderful Universe; who didn’t uncontrollably burn in the fire of immortally consecrating love; at every single stage; at every single moment; at every single breath; at every single footstep; and at all times; in the tenure of their inevitably destined lifetime….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Theres an animal in each one of us

 

Be it in the form of the zillion ungainly abuses that blatantly drifted from our mouths; when we got provoked to the most unprecedented limits; for no ostensible reason or rhyme,

Be it in the form of the zillion innocuous insects that we uncouthly trampled upon; in our relentless quest to reach the absolute apogees of indomitable superiority,

Be it in the form of a zillion morsels of food that we cannibalistically consumed; in order to just transiently placate the insatiable hunger of our brutally emaciated stomachs,

Be it in the form of a zillion egregiously jinxed curses that we emanated; when the resplendently embellished festoons of luck; weren’t running the slightest our destined way,

Be it in the form of a zillion slaps that we ruthlessly slashed to our subjugated subordinate mates; for not punctiliously cleaning our unceremoniously dwindling leftovers,

Be it in the form of a zillion nightmares of the mercilessly trumpeting devil; that inhabited virtually every sordidly lonely night; of our impoverished lifetime,

Be it in the form of a zillion droplets of blood that we merrily feasted upon; of which was composed our most tantalizingly succulent meal of robustly marinated chicken,

Be it in the form of a zillion goose-bumps of rapaciously unstoppable desire that crept up on our skins; as we witnessed the most poignantly alluring nakedness of the nubile opposite sex,

Be it in the form of a zillion fragments of sordidly devastating lies that we shrewdly uttered; just in order to save us from the unsparingly penalizing gallows of truth,

Be it in the form of a zillion guffaws of artificiality that we culminated into; just in order to be nefariously christened as a sanctimoniously spurious ingredient of the chauvinistic high society,

Be it in the form of a zillion dastardly rapes that we fantasized about day and night; just in order to keep our nimbly peerless bodies in the most supremely invincible spirits,

Be it in the form of a zillion ghastily crucifying battles that we unrelentingly fought; erecting palaces of livid gold and silver; on the foundations of countless an innocent blood,

Be it in the form of a zillion elements of insidious adulteration that we’d unnervingly perpetuated into every quarter of this fathomless Universe; just so that our pockets always and inexhaustibly bulged with mindless prosperity,

Be it in the form of a zillion fiasco political revolutions that we tried to invent; which were just a manifestation of our crazily distorted imagery; and in the treachery of which millions suffered and inexplicably succumbed,

Be it in the form of a zillion consumptions of tawdry liquor and smoke; which we slurped at a speed faster than white light; and after which we sacrilegiously spat on every fraction of celestially venerated mother earth,

Be it in the form of a zillion molecules of whimsical deliriousness that we gave shape to; preposterously deluging every bit of the ecstatically vibrant atmosphere; with the unforgivable stench of the plundering diabolical,

Be it in the form of a zillion kicks that we gave to all those infirm; blind; maimed; poor; orphaned..etc; blasphemously using them as invisible pulleys to transport us to the destination of our sadistic choice,

Be it in the form of a zillion children that we gave birth to and then left to tirelessly beg on the obliviously dusty streets; just in order to appease the desire of our satanic flesh; in the first place,

Be it in the form of a zillion betrayals that we permeated and underwent in the tenure of our entire lifetime; miserably shattering the immortally compassionate hearts of innumerable organisms; pricelessly existing on this spell-bindingly rhapsodic planet,

O! yes; it could be in any infinite form; size; shape; color; intensity; but one thing’s irrefutably sure; certified; irrevocable and unstoppable; that there’s an unabashed ANIMAL IN EACH ONE OF US…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Thermometer

 

When I placed it in my mouth; encircling my tongue all around it
completely
wetting its periphery,
The mercury inside rose meticulously to a holistic degree; perfectly
indicating the exact temperature prevailing in my body.

When I placed it in boiling water; cooking neatly over dried logs of
timberwood,
The mercury inside shot at alarming proportions; almost tearing through
its
fragile body; and as an aftermath wasn’t able to come down to its
original
position.

When I placed it amidst frozen cubes of white ice; making sure that it
stood
stringently upright,
The mercury inside couldn’t muster the slightest of tenacity to rise;
it slept
in its shell as if had died decades ago.

When I placed it in ploughed soil; abreast infinite numbers of freshly
sown
seeds,
The mercury inside nimbly rose a few millimeters; although it
vehemently
opposed for being subjected to maltreatment.

When I placed it in the baking oven; besides the scores of sizzling
pancakes,
The mercury inside skyrocketed out of its shell; spread all over the
pastry in
intense indignation.

When I placed it in a silken web; with the gallant monster curiously
inspecting the scintillating contraption,
The mercury inside was partially obscured from sight; it neither rose
nor
fell; although was a bit circumspect when the spider caressed it with
its
lips.

When It unwittingly slipped from my hands; colliding with a gentle thud
on the
obdurate ground,
The mercury inside pathetically leaked out of the instrument; and I
feasted my
eyes on its silver complexion blended with a captivating shine.

When I placed It in an alligators mouth; sandwiching it scrupulously
between
the monsters teeth,
The mercury inside seemed as if it simply wasn’t there; it had a died a
fearful death even before I had opened the savage jaws of the beast.

When I placed under the palms of my beloved; letting her satiny hair
cascade
over its exteriors,
The mercury inside was as enthralled as I was; and it relished the
prospect of
rising to her perpetual warmth.

It was exquisitely sculptured; made of unbreakable glass; and had a
handsome
bulb of silver shining handsomely under the sunlight,
And I made it a point of carrying it everywhere I went; had wholesomely
given
the task of safeguarding my health; to my robust and crystalline
'THERMOMETER'.



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»They didnt spare me even after my death

 

When I was just born; witnessing the first rays of brilliant dawn,
swinging innocuously in my rustic cradle; with intricate bells jingling over
my forehead,
they asked me whether I wanted honey or frosty milk.

When I grew a little older; crawling onerously on my spongy pair of feet,
crying effusively; emitting volatile tears from my cheek,
They asked me whether; I wanted a toy; embracing and hoisting me high in
their arms.

When I started going to school; voraciously pedaling my dilapidated bicycle,
Chewing my crimson colored lips; which superbly blended with my babyish
white tinge,
They asked me insistently; about the marks I had secured in my arithmetic paper.

When I scrupulously passed high school; passing with exorbitant marks in a
plethora of subjects,
The surreal days of childhood; now an evanescent memory of the past,
They asked me the arenas I was going to specialize; trying to decode my aptitude towards
life.

When I transited to realms of youth; with impetuous blood circulating in
slender veins,
Bulging muscles protruding from the flimsy fabric of my knitted shirt,
They asked me; the ways and indispensable means to perspire in the sun and
earn.

When I procreated a battalion of progeny of my own,
Devoting infinite hours of the day; catering to their boisterous demands,
They asked me; whether the children were mine or did I adopt them.

When I acquired the form of an old man; with grizzly hair encompassing
my scalp,
An ocean of bones drooping in my body; with gaping holes clearly visible
as I blatantly opened my mouth,
They asked me; how much I had achieved in the tenure of my life,
Trying to test reserve levels of my prevailing endurance.

And eventually when I departed for my heavenly abode; succumbing to perils
of old age,
The amalgamate of supple flesh and bones in my body; reduced to sacrosanct
ash,
They mercilessly asked the cause of my death; the amount of affluence I had
accumulated
and now safely stored.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Think of the Almighty Creator

 

When you were exploring the mountains; think of the
snow clad slopes; the colossal heights and
exhilaration yet to be achieved,

When you were exploring the ocean; think of the
resplendent scores of fish swimming around with
uninhibited glee; the vivacious charisma of the frothy
waters which struck you in boisterous tandem every
minute,

When you were exploring the sky; think of the satiny
conglomerate of clouds circumventing your body; the
infinite number of fairies and angels residing
blissfully in cosmotic space,

When you were exploring the forests; think of the
astounding fraternity of beasts that you were about to
encounter; the boundless numbers of mystical webs
which the spider had spun at every wooded inlet,

When you were exploring the corn fields; think of the
farmer who had assiduously planted these countless
saplings; the sporty grasshopper which played hide and
seek between the weeds,

When you were exploring the dungeons; think of the
perennial darkness that lingered around; the
enigmatically hooded serpent that sat majestically
perched on the gargantuan pile of glittering gold,

When you were exploring the swanky office; think of
the spuriously smiling boss sitting camouflaged behind
the revolving chair; the incomprehensible number of
files and computers functioning to optimum ability all
round the clock,

When you were exploring the brain; think of the
incredulously charged up cells; the unfathomably
exhaustive reservoir of memory and imagination that
enabled a lean and rickety bodied man; to rule the
entire world,

When you were exploring the royal palace; think of the
kings and queens who must have adorned the diamond
studded throne on their day; the legendary legacy they
bequeathed to their siblings even centuries after
their death,

When you were exploring the roads; think about the
incessant vehicle smoke that arose; the countless
battalions of cars, scooters; the innocent pedestrians
that trespassed unceasingly at every hour of the day
and with every trickle of the night,

When you were exploring the gutters; think about the
indefatigable number of squalid cockroach; the fat and
parasitic leech which furtively oozed out from all
corners to feast on innocuous blood and flesh,

When you were exploring the dictionary; think of the
unsurpassable number of words that you were going to
browse through; the stupendously enamoring meaning
that each page conveyed to enlighten your dreary
senses,

When you were exploring the temple; think of the
sacrosanct idols which were embodied inside; the
omnipotent aura which they generated as you sedately
passed them by,

When you were exploring the century old Banyan tree;
think of the host of palpable organisms who had made
it their dwelling place; the enchantingly entwined
roots that dangled freely to give bored people a
hearty swing,

When you were exploring the magnificently alluring
building; think of the synchronized configuration of
handsome bricks which fortified it from the outside;
the labyrinth of rooms and space which incorporated
its strong belly,

When you were exploring the caves replete with frozen
ice-cream; think of the slender icicles that were
suspended languidly from the ceiling; the enormous
amounts of titillating snow that that besieged every
iota of free space,

When you were exploring the pugnacious battlefield;
think of the valiant soldiers which beheaded their
scalps for the sake of their country; fought
audaciously against all odds to ensure that their
countrymen slept blissfully under the quilts,

When you were exploring the handsomely sparkling
glass; think of all those individuals who must have
admired their reflections in the same; staring with
profound fervor at their mesmerizing images which
inadvertently unveiled,

When you were exploring the ship; think of the
rubicund complexioned captain; the spell binding way
in which it dexterously weaved through the fathomless
sea,

When you were exploring the hand; think of the
intricate lines bifurcating the palm in several
directions; the captivating mounts embossed pompously
on the same imparting stupendous meaning and
significance to life,

When you were exploring the nest; think of the dainty
kingfisher who inhabited it; the clusters of
delectable eggs which would soon hatch into innocuous
beaked fledglings; flooding the atmosphere with their
incoherent chirps,

When you were exploring the album of photographs;
think of the moments when they might have been
snapped; the exhilaration and the profound ecstasy
with which the teenagers must have danced and smiled;
while being captured by the contemporary camera,

When you were exploring the embellished candle; think
of the intoxicating illumination it provides at night;
the slim ray of magnificent crimson that adds a smile
to every life,

When you were exploring the lions den; think of the
kingly beast that had irrefutably occupied it since
times immemorial; the princely striped animal that
paraded through the wild jungle; with every other
insect worshipping its feet,

When you were exploring the medieval attic; think of
the incorrigibly dusty pile of books stashed in realms
of despondency; the charming utensils of pure bronze
which were once used for cooking vegetables in olden
times,

When you were exploring the government; think of all
the ministers who manipulated decisions at electric
speeds; meticulously ruled the country with supreme
efficacy and pride,

When you were exploring the barbers shop; think of the
unending array of gleaming blades and reinvigorating
perfume; the sensitively swishing voices as pairs of
scissors fine trimmed barbaric roots of unruly hair,

When you were exploring the glamorous stage; think of
all the actors and actresses who transgressed it in
inimitable style; the astounding glitterati that
engulfed their bodies as they wandered in front of the
world in gay abandon,

When you were exploring the kitchen; think of all the
recipes lingering in the tantalizing air; the lanky
pile of piquant spices which superfluously beamed in
the refrigerator,

When you were exploring the tailors cubicle; think of
the all the loosely stitched cloth sprawled around;
the inconspicuous bits of fabric which evoked you to
inevitably sneeze,

When you were exploring the garden; think of the
armory of redolent roses that ubiquitously diffused
their passionate aroma; the gawky blades of parrot
green grass which tickled the body beyond
unprecedented limits,

When you were exploring the lips; think of the
voluptuous sensuality encompassing them; the
insatiable urge they conjured to be ferociously
kissed,

When you were exploring the tall chimney; think of the
exhaustive plumes of black smoke that arose every
second; the innocent soot deposited on the walls as
the air silently crept out,

When you were exploring the eye; think of the
beautiful film of tears it produced every few seconds;
the inexorable spell it cast upon when deeply stared
into,

When you were exploring the leather belt; think of the
uncannily slithering reptile with its fangs stretched
apart; mercilessly massacred and astutely sheared for
glorious skin,

When you were exploring the school; think of the
impeccable children inhabiting its classrooms; the
youth of tomorrow who would be solely instrumental in
evolving the face of unveiling mankind,

When you were exploring the steep valley; think of the
thunderous echo resonating against the rocks; the
incessant singing of the flamingoes which descended
down with vibrant ability and grace,

When you were exploring the bunch of corrugated keys;
think of the maze of locks which they would decipher
through; the invincible surfaces of iron that they
opened with supremely nonchalant ease,

When you were exploring the hordes of sheep; think of
the robust pieces of fur that they had the prowess to
yield; the compassionate warmth which the wool would
generate in time of horrendously freezing winter,

When you were exploring the marshy swamps; think of
the ominously menacing alligator; the fleet of olive
green crocodiles languishing on the banks as the mid
day Sun reached the pinnacle of its fury,

When you were exploring the song; think of the myriad
of tunes which composed it; the heavenly cadence in
its beats which conjured you into deep sleep,

When you were exploring the foamy bath; think of the
fabulous bodies which splashed in it; the rejuvenating
essence it imparted to the bleary senses to live
throughout the day,

When you were exploring the paintings; think of the
artist who had sculptured them; flooding the barren
sheet of canvas with vivacious strokes of vibrantly
rich color,

When you were exploring the heart; think of the person
for whom it turbulently throbbed; the sole entity for
whom it had dedicated its life to exist for,

And when you were exploring life; think of the person
who had instilled blood in your veins; breath in your
nose; the tenacity to survive in your arms; the power
to unflinchingly move in your feet; the ability to
discerningly sight in your crystalline eyes; the
person who had bestowed upon you the ability to
eloquently sing and speak; the person who was exactly
responsible for what you were today; think of the
almighty creator….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»They were still alive-Tribute to america

 

The bellows of smoke that rose in the air; still had
poignant traces of their breath,

The splinters of glass shattered all around; still had
profound stains of their blood,

The gargantuan slabs of concrete lying in disarray;
still had brutally pulverized fragments of their
valiant bones,

The incoherently shaped mirrors poking out from the
rubble; still had their terrorized reflections,

The sordid bits of paper blended with stone; still had
embodiments of their last minute declarations,

The disastrously squelched telephone pieces; still had
shrill recordings of their horrified and ghastly
screams,

The unconsumed cakes of food adhering to the severely
distorted lifts; still had vivacious traces of their
saliva,

The strands of metallic junk diffusing from the broken
car seats; still had the blurred photo of their
beloved,

The ripped apart fragments of curtain cloth wound
limply around the gleaming iron nails; still contained
curled masses of their blood soaked hair,

The disdainfully beaten pieces of plaster engulfed in
clouds of dust; were still impregnated with scores of
their shimmering teeth,

The mud sprinkled for kilometers on the stretch; was
still moist with their river of agonized tears; which
must have profusely oozed out from their cheeks,

The mammoth sized pillars which once held the building
one piece from beneath; were still flooded with
bonquet's of bruised flowers which they had been just
rewarded for their achievements,

The eagle which incessantly encircled the appalling
sight; still had their expensive chains of silver in
its beak,

The thoroughly dismantled upholstery buried several
feet under the debris; still contained compassionate
traces of their warmth,

The computer screens split apart into infinite halves;
still displayed nostalgic images of their eyes,

The majestic wall paintings battered and bashed from
all sides; still had animated marks of their caress,

The revolving chairs now an inconspicuous shadow of
themselves; still had a fine conglomerate of chocolate
powder; which they must be merrily munching a few
seconds before,

The colossal chimneys which were now reduced to
matchsticks; still had their countless dreams
rampantly lingering around,

And who says they were dead? , for if not anybody; but
it is my firm belief that they were living; as no
matter how unprecedented was the tragedy; no matter
how horrific their destiny had been; their hearts were
palpitating louder than outside world several feet
below the rubble; with each beat louder than the other
and proclaiming that THEY WERE STILL BREATHING AND
ALIVE…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Thinking of tomorrow

 

I didn’t eat food today; as I wanted to wholesomely famish myself; to
devour
the appetizing chunks of pudding; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sleep blissfully today; as I was overwhelmingly excited to
run;
Tomorrow,

I didn’t play mischievously today; as I wanted to reserve every iota of
my
energy to passionately leap; Tomorrow,

I didn’t drink water today; as I wanted to gulp gallons of voluptuous
wine;
Tomorrow,

I didn’t bathe today; as I wanted to drown my persona in flamboyant
waves of
the salty ocean; Tomorrow,

I didn’t see any object today; as I wanted to view the mesmerizing
beauty of
dawn; Tomorrow,

I didn’t move my legs today; as I wanted to dance unrelentingly all
night;
Tomorrow,

I didn’t revolve my fingers today; as I wanted to sketch intricate
landscapes
with their towering summits in the clouds; Tomorrow,

I didn’t study one bit today; as I wanted to read through volumes of
mystical
tales; Tomorrow,
I didn’t go out today; as I wanted to uninhibitedly explore through the
wilderness; Tomorrow,

I didn’t see the time today; as I wanted to scrupulously count every
unleashing minute tomorrow,

I didn’t smell the air today; as I wanted to inundate my nostrils with
the
enchanting perfume of lotus; Tomorrow,

I didn’t speak today; as I wanted to scream hysterically for hours on
the
trot; Tomorrow,

I didn’t reside in the house today; as I wanted to live the entire
evening in
the magnificent castle; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sweat today; as I wanted to bask under sizzling rays of the
sun; let
moisture dribble profusely from all pores of my body; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sneeze today; as I wanted to thunderously blow my nostrils;
emptying
them in entirety; Tomorrow,

I didn’t smile today; as I wanted to sway in sheer rhapsody and
jubilation;
tomorrow,

I didn’t cry today; as I wanted to pour out rivers of heart breaking
emotion;
Tomorrow,

And I didn’t love today; fervently anticipating to be incarcerated in
the
immortal embrace of my dream girl; 'THINKING OF TOMORROW'.


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

 

When i greedily gulped saline water from sea waves,
fresh centers of thirst got doubly stimulated,
wild freckles of red rash encompassed my lips,
tingling sensations vociferously tickled dreary zones
of my mouth,
amalgamated mass of my intestine puked rich chicken
bone,
which i had devoured in entirety a few hours ago.

when i licked blotted pools of soiled mud water,
sedately consumed large pints of contaminated liquid,
thoroughly washing tiny morsels of food in my mouth,
scraping rigid tints of yellow from the riveted
cluster of teeth,
a host of infections blossomed in my body,
rendering me insipid, feeble, prone to dire
consequences of complete
extinction.

when i languidly sucked translucent water from coconut
shell,
extracted the last dropp of juice trapped within
cocoons of snow white pulp,
making guttural noises as i relished the drink,
diluted streams of blood revitalized with volatile
energy,
abandoning me with poignant traces of contentment,
entrenching me in blissful boundaries of
felicity.

as i opened my mouth to gulp crystal white waters of
the mountain spring,
spread eagled my palms to embrace the cascading froth,
i felt tumultuous gratification engulfing my persona,
this was the purest form of water i could ever
perceive of consuming,
quenching my thirst for minutes immemorial,
scrupulously mending all webs torn by the essence of
substitute water.


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»Thirsty

 

The acrimoniously sweltering sands of the blistering desert; were
perpetually thirsty for; unfathomably sparkling tumblers; of heavenly
rain
water,

The somberly drying stalks of obsoletely dilapidated grass; were
intransigently thirsty for; a vivacious kaleidoscope; of resplendently
twinkling dewdrops,

The sardonically corrugated and rotting walls of the disastrous
graveyard;
were insatiably thirsty for; an unsurpassably vibrant entrenchment; of
perennially blossoming life,

The pathetically sullen stillness of the murderously quiet valley; was
irrevocably thirsty for; an ebulliently mesmerizing cloud; of
melodiously
enchanting whistles,

The ludicrously scattered and orphaned nestles of the solitarily empty
nest;
were profusely thirsty for; an impeccable festoon; of compassionately
innocuous eggs,

The diabolically worthless skeletons of bizarrely insipid bones; were
relentlessly thirsty for; a veritably vital blanket; of crimson blood
and
boisterous life,

The preposterously gloomy and insidious dungeons; were profoundly
thirsty
for; an incomprehensibly endless sky; of celestially optimistic light,

The placidly derogatory surface of the lugubriously stagnant pond; was
irretrievably thirsty for; an exuberantly enthusing splash; of
ravishingly
sparkling waves,

The mercilessly thrashed and hopelessly abraded palms; were ardently
thirsty
for; a marvelously royal globe; of inscrutably magnificent destiny
lines,

The ominous periphery of the cloud camouflaged sky; was fervently
thirsty
for; a glitteringly crystalline garden; of opalescently beaming and
amicable
stars,

The miserably dusty attic horrendously besieged with sinister cobwebs;
was
indefatigably thirsty for; an aristocratically blooming civilization;
of
ubiquitously unending freshness,

The abominably fretting and horrifically stinking gutters; were
tirelessly
thirsty for; rhapsodically euphoric galleries; of ecstatically jubilant
scent,

The languidly indolent and preposterously slow tortoise; were
unimaginably
thirsty for; tumultuously triumphant thunderbolts; of ebulliently
galloping
speed,

The desolately neglected and gruesomely corrugated roads; were
intractably
greedy for; rambunctiously bustling pyrotechnics; of flamboyantly
gallivanting traffic,

The tyrannically whipped contours of haplessly bruised flesh; were
unfathomably thirsty for; compassionately silken waterfalls; of
priceless
empathy and love,

The miserably devastated corridors of the uncouthly bedraggled brain;
were
unconquerably thirsty for; enthrallingly spell binding clouds; of
tantalizingly serene fantasy,

The ruthlessly frozen avalanches of stringently condensed ice; were
incorrigibly thirsty for; passionately overwhelming fireballs; of
blazingly
sparkling heat,

The gorily mutilated and savagely punctured lungs; were unstoppably
thirsty
for; an everlastingly evergreen garden; of exotically enamoring and
evolving
breath,

The salaciously corrupt and manipulatively treacherous corpses of lies;
were
irrefutably thirsty for; a tenaciously unflinching and philanthropic;
harbinger of truth,

And the dormitories of my despondently impoverished heart; were
unsurpassably thirsty for; the invincibly divine mists; of brilliantly
pacifying and immortal love….





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