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»The splinters of love

 

When a conglomerate of thunder clouds collided in the
cosmos,
Infinite splinters of water pelted down in fury;
gently bruising naked patches
of my skin.

When multiple balls of bulky glass clashed with
tumultuous fury,
Acerbic splinters of jagged mirror pierced with
hostile fervor through my
skin; prompting crimson blood to flow.

When I dexterously sliced colossal chunks of tree
lumber with my serrated
pickaxe,
Pulverized splinters of saw dust flew in unsymmetrical
unison; inundating my
eyeball with series of allergy.

When obdurate balls of round steel smashed tenaciously
with each other,
Minuscule splinters of metal settled haphazardly on my
scalp; with
obstreperous cacophony tickling my eardrum.

When I pricked the gargantuan balloon with a rusted
pin; tones of air blew out
at overwhelming speeds,
Soft splinters of rubber descended down on my feet;
and I slipped while
walking inadvertently on the same.

When menacing masses of ice tumbled down the mountain;
they formed a monstrous
avalanche,
Which diffused into incommensurate
splinters after striking
the ground; stabbing my flesh like a quiver full of
arrows.

When I shook a barrel full of fermented cream
vigorously in the air,
Decayed splinters of milk splashed disdainfully across
my face; with a stench
of rotten rat emanating; besieging all in proximity.

When I placed a mammoth elephant tusk in amicable
contact with circulating
blades of the ceiling fan,
Bountiful splinters of powder blended with small bone
infiltrated into my
nostril; making me vociferously sneeze.

When I entered the unscrupulous ambience of the
darkened cloth factory,
Irascible splinters of cotton fiber camouflaged my
cheek; instigating me to
voraciously scratch.

And eventually when the immaculate crystal of her
splendor; burst with a bang
over my forehead,
A myriad of victimized arenas in my silhouette;
relinquished pain instantly,
Wounded avenues of my heart and soul perpetually
healed; after being injected
with splinters of her unprejudiced love.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The Sun-Our sole reservoir of strength

 

The most inexplicably ghastliest and torturous of diseases; got wholesomely cured; under its Omnipotently fiery and divinely blazing rays,

The most acrimoniously venomous and meaningless of prejudices; got disdainfully massacred; under its handsomely unflinching and timelessly liberating rays,

The most indiscriminately massacring and terrorizing of wars; became forever non-existent; under its spectacularly virile and majestically emollient rays,

The most diabolically tormenting and unsparing of ghosts; metamorphosed into nothingness; under its Omnisciently royal and fearlessly invincible rays,

The most deliriously demented and sadistic of brains; became righteously blissful; under its jubilantly ecstatic and timelessly ameliorating rays,

The most insanely stinking and lividly battered of shit; became fragrantly meaningful; under its royally ubiquitous and interminably sweltering rays,

The most drearily remorseful and incarcerating of blackness; became optimistic daylight; under its triumphantly sagacious and unchallangably sacred rays,

The most intolerably gory and unpardonable of crimes; got celestial salvation; under its universally benevolent and indefatigably golden rays,

The most peevishly subjugated and imprisoned of veins; became uninhibitedly free; under its magnetically unabashed and extraordinarily flamboyant rays,

The most uncontrollably hedonistic and sinister of obsessions; commenced to march on the path of eternal truth and symbiotism; under its unconquerably beautiful and unflinchingly dazzling rays,

The most sadistically perverted and sacrilegious of imagery; transformed into a paradise of dreams; under its gorgeously Omnipresent and undyingly benign rays,

The most vehemently vengeful and dogmatic of stubbornness; became a gorge of infallible peace; under its vivaciously inimitable and synergistically unabashed rays,

The most ominously lethal and treacherous of rebellion; became holistically compassionate camaraderie; under its bountifully fathomless and undefeatedly honest rays,

The most cadaverously jinxed and cursed of spirits; became miraculously blessing freshness; under its limitlessly extemporizing and spell-bindingly captivating rays,

The most unfortunately unfinished and fretful of desires; became the most successful reality of tomorrow; under its unalterably glowing and synergistically blessed rays,

The most cannibalistically atrocious and heinous of impoverishment; became boundlessly inimitable pricelessness; under its magically glittering and regally insuperable rays,

The most wantonly lecherous and maiming of atheism; became unassailably pristine devotion; under its selflessly victorious and inexhaustibly incomparable rays,

The most disastrously delinquent and castrating infertility; transformed into the ultimate seeds of charismatic evolution; under its unceasingly enlightening and impeccably godly rays,

The most bizarrely crippling and doomed hopelessness; became the winds of exuberantly galloping tomorrow; under its wonderfully effulgent and faultlessly fecund rays,

And inspite of all this; isn’t it strange; that you; me and virtually every other human being on earth; ran away from the everlasting firebody of the Omnipotent Sun; worthlessly complaining that it was a trifle too harsh for our skins; burning us; blackening us; charring us; making us relentlessly perspire; worthlessly slandering the Sun infront of the stupidly lifeless air-conditioner; for salaciously tiring us; whereas it was our sole reservoir of strength; inspiration and power to survive; in veritable reality?

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»The sole reflection of my soul

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The inflated swell of vehicular rubber,
Was with soft rectangular indentations,
Held captive in circular hollow of the tyre,
Traversed speedily along compact metallic roads,
Crushing dry leaves; trampling unkempt wild weeds,
Fixed and stuck to metallic plates,
With radiating spikes; midget spokes of corrugated steel,
Maneuvering sharply across a landscape of barren concrete,
With deft strokes to the driving wheel,
Firm slanted pressure to the compressible gas pedal,
And skillful articulate movement of the gear shit machinery,
The tyre treads raced through wet mud roads,
Leaving behind trails of woven patterns,
Resembling dead sticks of rotten sugarcane,
As a sudden whirring noise encapsulated the atmosphere,
Tons of dust blew; silencing the crux of exuberant activity,
Brakes wailed in cacophonic unison,
Tyre chunks bled against the mass of hardened mud,
Creating asymmetrical rings of disdainful dust,
The main culprit being;
A cluster of iron pins; in hot agony,
Strewn in randomly savage proportions,
Waiting to trap innocent prey of vehicular rubber,
Inserting themselves into the thickened rubber flesh,
Squeezing out macro plumage of air mass; exhausting it to the last drop,
Rendering the spongy sheath of charismatic rubber,
Into distorted piles of mangled junk.
 
»The sole reflection of my soul

 

How could I ever get bored even an infinitesimally
insipid iota?
When I had the perpetually golden rays of the
blistering midday Sun; filter a path of
scintillatingly righteous courage; through every
cranny of my disastrously impoverished demeanor….

How could I ever get bored even an inconspicuously
non-existent trifle?
When I had the gregariously cascading waterfalls of
enlightening froth tickle me profusely from all sides;
trigger in me an insatiably euphoric yearning; to
gallop ecstatically forward; through the fields of
mesmerizing life…

How could I ever get bored even a comically minuscule
whisker?
When I had the voluptuously rustling breeze profoundly
caress each of manipulatively besieged senses;
uninhibitedly freeing me to dance timelessly; till the
boundaries of enchanting eternity…

How could I ever get bored even a diminutively frigid
fraction?
When I had the melodiously ebullient nightingale
singing right on my shoulder; profusely infiltrating
resplendent rays of hope; into my vindictively cold
blooded existence…

How could I ever get bored even a capriciously tiny
speck?
When I had the divinely blooming flowers spinning a
web of majestically astounding artistry all across my
gruesomely bereaved senses; tirelessly drifting me
towards an unfathomable ocean of blissful scent….

How could I ever get bored even a parsimoniously
mercurial bit?
When I had the unfathomable caravan of boisterously
buzzing bees incessantly enshrouding my lifelessly
stoical facial contours; inundate my mockingly dreary
survival with unprecedented enthrallment and tingling
sweetness…

How could I ever get bored even a lackadaisically
lackluster inch?
When I had the fascinatingly ingratiating Moon shimmer
gorgeously on my despondently disheveled flesh;
seductively caress me with unsurpassable fireballs of
magnificently silken delight….

How could I ever get bored even a languidly
inarticulate centimeter?
When I had tantalizingly green meadows nestled with
exotic dew drops to rampantly roll in; expunge each
horrendously frustrated ingredient from my despairing
blood; to handsomely blend with the stupendously
reinvigorating soil….

How could I ever get bored even a ghoulishly
asphyxiated bit?
When I had intransigently aristocratic carpets of
breath embracing my savagely extinguishing nostrils;
irrefutably propelling me each instant to
unflinchingly disseminate the patriotic river of
truth; in every corner of this gigantic earth….

And how could I ever get bored even a trivially
transient second?
When I had your immortally unassailable love
perennially romancing with my nervously fluttering
heartbeats; when I had your marvelously humanitarian
shadow; which had unconquerably become the sole
reflection of my soul….

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»The eternal kiss

 

You came as a complete stranger in my life;
tantalizing me an angel with your mystical flurry of
exotic smiles,
While today you had become the glistening empathy in
my eyes; the tears of rhapsody that I oozed
unrelentingly; as the skies showered rain on parched
soil….

You came as a complete stranger in my life; seducing
me every now and again; with your enchanting shadow
that swept nimbly past my dwindling countenance,
While today you had become every smile that
passionately besieged my crimson lips; the mesmerizing
pink that perennially enveloped its tragically
devastated contours…

You came as a complete stranger in my life; retreating
your palms mischievously; even as I brushed past their
immaculate fingers like a crown prince,
While today you had become the color of my robust
skin; the incredulously dancing pores that crept on my
flesh; as I rejoiced in an everlasting dance; till the
realms of eternity…

You came as a complete stranger in my life; disclosing
to me your ethereal glimpse; as I frantically groped
and stared into the winds of remotely infinite
oblivion,
While today you had become the only hope that I
harbored and possessed in my life; the perpetual ray
of optimistic light; which was my ultimate savior
wherever I went…

You came as a complete stranger in my life;
flirtatiously whispering into my ears; as the Sun
gloriously dimmed its light beyond the scarlet
horizons,
While today you had become each word that I explicitly
spoke; the melodious fountain of wonderful rhyme; that
compassionately emanated from deep within my throat….

You came as a complete stranger in my life; pinching
me on my cheek; and then disappearing entirely as the
winds ferociously rebelled away from my shriveled
visage,
While today you become each dream I perceived; each
zenith I kept indefatigably achieving; as the world
deteriorated in morbid caverns of manipulative
malice….

You came as a complete stranger in my life; tempting
me like a voluptuously titillating mirage; into the
innermost depths of untamed wilderness,
While today you had become the paths which I
majestically rolled on; the silken carpet of dewdrops
that tingled me beyond the most unprecedented summit
of ecstasy; as darkness unveiled…

You came as a complete stranger in my life; igniting
passionate webs of insatiable desire; the instants I
witnessed your charismatically fading form,
While today you had become every droplet of water I
slurped down my mouth; the very reason that I inhaled
breath; as all in this colossal planet were inevitably
dying…

You came as a complete stranger in my life; winking at
me voraciously with your enigmatically mysterious
looks,
While today you had become the irrefutably righteous
voice of my conscience; propelling me
philanthropically to serve all mankind…

And you came as a complete stranger in my life; making
me entirely unknown to your religion and form; as I
stumbled head on upon your footprints; towards the
obdurately treacherous ground,
While today you had become the eternal kiss of my
existence; the immortal love which entrenched my heart
so formidably; that it kept throbbing; even as my soul
had bonded entirely with the Creator…


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»The exact definition of Anti Terrorism-Immortal Love….

 

Whatever’s Love in its most Immortally fructifying and blissfully embracing form; is infact the exact; comprehensive and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most infallibly heavenly and faithfully invincible form; is infact the exact; honest and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most pristinely uninhibited and compassionately unabashed form; is infact the exact; transparent and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most brilliantly blazing and eternally egalitarian form; is infact the exact; unchallangable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most ecstatically peerless and royally ameliorating form; is infact the exact; impregnable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most Omnisciently blessing and symbiotically ever-pervading form; is infact the exact; indisputable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most triumphantly effulgent and resplendently sparkling form; is infact the exact; unfettered and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most unconquerably mellifluous and timelessly healing form; is infact the exact; unprejudiced and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most perennially innocuous and vibrantly enthralling form; is infact the exact; unalterable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most perpetually spawning and magically proliferating form; is infact the exact; panoramic and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most everlastingly synergistic and regally harboring form; is infact the exact; unobstructed and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most enchantingly celestial and ubiquitously mollifying form; is infact the exact; uninterrupted and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most astoundingly victorious and timelessly harmonious form; is infact the exact; undying and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most unbelievably charismatic and unlimitedly rhapsodic form; is infact the exact; refreshing and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most incredulously magnetic and inherently fortified form; is infact the exact; perspicacious and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most pricelessly natural and unflinchingly bestowing form; is infact the exact; unceasing and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most undefeated benign and tirelessly uniting form; is infact the exact; inimitable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most altruistically contenting and bountifully miraculous form; is infact the exact; unassailable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

Whatever’s Love in its most immortally unhindered and fantastically liberating form; is infact the exact; unshakable and most irrefutable definition of Anti Terrorism,

So the next time you need to exactly define Anti Terrorism; please don’t open your lugubriously monotonous dictionaries for a word so spell bindingly quelling as this; please directly take its most fearless definitions from the chapters of Immortal Love; instead…

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»The exotic effect of air

 

The cool and stupendous effect the air has,
Can never be got by poisonous nerve gas.
The exotic effect of soft blue air,
Cane never be obtained by mechanized gear.
But O! when the air becomes black and swollen,
It yields riches like a dried pollen.
Its lost in its thoughts which never come true,
Due to the incessant quarrel between the two.
The air finally comes down on earth with great force,
To cover the distance of its natural course.
 
»The final thought

 

ONLY IN A WORLD of freedom can a child unfold and
bloom,
For it is his birthright not to be gloomy.


He cries and says let me go away,
For he shows corrupt masses of elderly his own natural
way.


He takes a pledge to be always free,
He expresses this thought of his with lots of glee.


He breaks an object with inanimate ease,
For to do new things he has a long lease.


A smile spreads on naughty outlines of his face,
For he is living at the will of others grace.


An anxious look creeps in his large innocent eyes,
For he is existing in a world of money sucking flies.


At last he makes one final thought,
To reject the elders who gave him broth.




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»The final verdict

 

I draped my silhouette in flowing robes of immaculate
silk,
With golden brooches extruding out from the
exquisitely stitched chicken
collar,
An aromatic rose embossed solitarily in the upper
pocket,
With the piquant musk cologne diffusing haphazardly
from my cheek,
And a conspicuous triangle of sandalwood luminating
large on tender regions of
my forehead.

When I came in proximity with a leper; he passed
eloquent remarks commenting,
On the impeccable complexion exhibited by my radiantly
supple skin.

When I confronted a person bereft of sight; he
scrupulously appreciated,
The sonorous crispness that was incorporated in my
stringent voice.

When I inadvertently collided with a pedestrian;
divested of the gift of sound
and speech,
He exorbitantly admired the varsity of blended color
that was visible to the
naked eye.

When I traversed past a person; walking with crutches
to support his mutilated
leg,
He cast lingering glances towards the bulging muscle
that clung to my
impregnable feet.

When I encountered a ragamuffin beggar; strolling
through the vacant street,
He riveted his gaze cupidly towards the prominent
projections in my trouser
pocket.

When I met an illiterate individual; using his ink
coated thumb to sign a
sheaf of documents,
He glanced at me with abhorrent prejudice; cursing my
dexterous ability to
write and speak.

When I came in close association with an opulent
businessman,
He gauged me suspiciously; contemplating various
sources of my possible
income.

When I came in cahoots with a professionally
acknowledged wrestler,
He clasped my wrist in his invincible grip; thereby
testing eventual
aftermath's of my grip.

When I came face to face with a belligerent soldier,
He made ludicrous mockery of my attire; haughtily
envisaging his own dress on
the border.

When I came abreast of a rustic villager; carrying a
bludgeon in his hand,
He stared unrelentingly; praising the contemporary
styling of my clothes.

And finally when I met the girl I loved; she said I
was looking voluptuously
enchanting,
Flooding a myriad of open spaces on my shirt with
passionate kisses,
I then fell in an enigmatic trance; disdainfully
shrugging the opinions of a
host of people I had previously encountered, with
bountiful arenas in my mind
considering her remarks as the 'THE FINAL VERDICT'.


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»The first and the last name

 

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which diabolically asphyxiates every ounce of felicity; every unfurling instant of robust existence,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which criminally crucifies even the most evanescent insinuation of invincibly sparkling truth,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which unsavorily and indefatigably slanders the very crux of majestically fructifying existence,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which venomously prejudices even the most inseparable relations of sacrosanct blood,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which chauvinistically lambastes you till even beyond the realms of hedonistically devastating hell,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which annihilates even the most insouciant of your desire to compassionately befriend your mates in duress,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which renders you as the most bawdily pathetic beggar; even after you’d mastered every single virtue of unconquerable honesty,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which wholesomely pulverizes every iota of philanthropic goodness; intrinsically augmenting in your freshly born soul,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which vindictively demolishes even the most unassailably replenished of civilizations; like inanely decrepit matchsticks,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which engenders such a preposterously disgusting stench; that there spreads nothing else but a morass of incorrigibly satanic hatred,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which has its non-existent roots profusely soaked in nothing else; but a disheveled drainpipe of blood; blood and only gorily sacrilegious blood,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which foments even the most inimitably holistic of man; to unforgivably metamorphose into an indiscriminately rampaging terrorist,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which salaciously plunders every aspect of symbiotic survival; with the coffins of unsparingly treacherous enmity,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which perpetuates even the most passionately venerated of blood; to worthlessly slaver into the aisles of wantonly pugnacious nothingness,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which no doubt allows you to parade in palaces of sanctimoniously glittering gold; but bereft of the even the tiniest beat in your god-gifted heart,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which limitlessly tortures the most invisible of your ghost; even after you abdicated veritable breath and died,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which forever transforms the most fearlessly infallible of your signature; into that of the horrifically marauding devil,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which is more insanely worthless than licentious meaninglessness; but which has the uncanny power to make every caste; creed; religion; and tribe; mercilessly bleed until death,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which is unanimously disliked; castigated and shrugged by every form of the Omnipotent Creator; in the cosmos and Universe divine,

But ever since the time that this earth has been evolved out of obsolete air; and by the grace of the Omniscient Lord Almighty; right until the moment it continues to enchantingly breathe; symbiotically palpitate; astoundingly proliferate; celestially bless and undauntedly survive,




The FIRST and LAST name of life; has been; is; and shall forever and ever and ever continue to be love; love and only blessedly “Immortal Love”


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