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»The day I didnt breathe

 

The day I didn’t wear clothes; I shivered
uncontrollably in the austere breeze of uncouth
winter,

They day I didn’t eat food; I found myself miserably
slithering towards the corridors of precarious
starvation,

The day I didn’t write poetry; I found my fingers
virtually paralyzed; and the blood in my robust veins
metamorphosed into a morbidly colorless liquid,

The day I didn’t bathe; I felt pools of disdainfully
fetid sweat; stab my impeccable visage more than a
billion treacherous thorns,

The day I didn’t sleep; I felt daggerheads of
insurmountably fatigued exasperation; assassinating
each iota of my blissfully mental peace,

The day I didn’t wink; I felt the romantic youth in me
die an obnoxiously famished death; all mischief in the
atmosphere pathetically desert me like a piece of
dilapidated garbage,

The day I didn’t pray; I felt like a diabolical
monster; drifting further and further away from the
sacrosanct countenance of Omnipotent God,

The day I didn’t lie in the lap of my mother; I felt
as if the world had come to a brusque end; there
wasn’t an iota of humanity prevailing in any quarter
of this colossal Universe,

The day I didn’t swim; I felt as if the insatiable
exuberance in my bones had died a profusely
asphyxiated death,

The day I didn’t discover; I felt as if my
incredulously augmenting fantasy; had ruthlessly
blended with ethereally dwindling horizons,

The day I didn’t dream; I felt that life was a
barbarically monotonous workshop; with each hour of
the day relentlessly restricted to the realms of
parasitic office,

The day I didn’t realize; I felt horrendously pompous
and pretentiously inflated; with my conscience
whipping me to profusely apologize to the mesmerizing
winds outside,

The day I didn’t drink water; I felt the tumultuously
scorching agony in my throat; compelling me to swoon
like withering fish on the ground,

The day I didn’t tease my sister; I felt as if I
sitting astoundingly close to my grave; although I was
just on the threshold to commence life,

The day I didn’t gaze at the resplendent stars; I felt
as if my world was intransigently confined to the four
bare brick walls of my dwelling,

The day I didn’t respect my elders; I felt that I was
boisterously irascible fly; about to be inevitably
squashed by the sword of righteousness,

The day I didn’t listen to my heart; I felt as if I
had horrifically failed in every attempt of mine;
although I stood towering on the absolute pinnacle of
life,

The day I didn’t wholeheartedly love; I felt there was
no reason to survive; started prematurely on my
journey to the heavens; without the tiniest
insinuation of Almighty Lord,

And the day I didn’t breathe; there was no time for me
to feel or romanticize about hell or heaven; for I lay
like a wholesomely mute corpse; infact to cut the
story short; I was irrefutably dead….




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

 

Steaming coffee in the tall mugs was growing cold,
long table cloth was developing blotches of brown mud
stain,
the ground floor was engulfed in heaps of disdainful
dust,
sparkling glass tops displayed infinite scratch marks,
a basket of fresh fruit now lay squashed in neglect,
utensils of stainless steel had transformed into pale
bronze,
rich portraits portraying war scenes hung listlessly
from the wall,
heaps of literary books lay buried under a mountain of
sand,
pitchers full of mineral water now bred a cluster of
fungus,
roof light bulbs had formed a fountain of cracks,
ivory doors of cupboards were smudged with bird
manure,
wooden legs of furniture had crawling termite,
the mirror on the staircase gave ghostly reflections,
wild stalks of grass projected from the infertile
soil.

he had bid farewell to the earth decades ago,
lived life like a thorough eccentric when alive,
his mansion now lay deserted,
tucked within the picturesque plains of the tropical
forests,
the desolate palace was worth a handsome fortune,
if only someone ventured through dense territories of
the jungle,
unveiling the monastery standing solitary in its
mystical charm,
in a camouflage of parasitic creepers trying to suck
blood from the wall of
century old brick.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The Dress in Pure and Powerful Black…

 

The dress to unsurpassably thrill her; lift her to infinite altitude from her nimble feet; as she was plaintively traversing through bland patches of erratically cut green grass,

The dress to uncannily excite her; metamorphose even the most disparagingly infertile of her moods; into a eternally ardent and royal proliferation,

The dress to timelessly enchant her; rouse even the most cadaverously limp follicle of hair on her skin; to beyond the epitome of Everest; in the revitalizing stillness of the atmosphere,

The dress to majestically silence her; quell even the most insouciant of her apprehensions; with the invincible magic of profound charisma and compassionate royalty,

The dress to perennially magnetize her; perpetuate even the most ephemerally fluttering of shadow; to follow and forever entwine with the essence of your personality,

The dress to inimitably impress her; tirelessly evoke the most inscrutable tingling in her flesh; an unstoppable yearning in her chest to embrace every quarter of your demeanor,

The dress to uncontrollably triumph her; attain perpetual victory over her silken countenance; as she nimbly surrendered even the most ethereal of her intimate senses to your unconquerably handsome swirl,

The dress to timelessly conquer her; leave an intransigent impression of your wondrously fervent personality; upon every globule of fiery sweat that dribbled down her ecstatic skin,

The dress to effortlessly liberate her; wholesomely emptying even the most disastrously maiming of her tensions into sheer nothingness; as she solely floated in the aisles of untamed desire,

The dress to inadvertently capture her; eventually gather complete control over even the most oblivious insinuations of her shadow; as she helplessly melted deeper and deeper into the blacks of your piercing eyes,

The dress to inexplicably provoke her; trigger the dormant labyrinths of creative energy entrapped in her spirit; to unlimitedly fulminate into an unceasing festoon of miraculous innovation,

The dress to undyingly fascinate her; foment her to fantasize beyond the realms of the mundane; and till the last cloud that hovered on the blissfully golden horizons,

The dress to unchallangably win her; infallibly draw even the most imperturbable part of her persona towards your undefeated masculinity; even in the most invisibly flickering of light,

The dress to pricelessly cast a spell on her; make her minutely feel even the most unexplored of your vibrant imagery; through heart-renderingly poignant telepathy,

The dress to reincarnate the artist in her; granting fresh life to the haplessly dead tombs of virility in her soul; as she unabashedly let nectar to slip from each pore of her body; and blend with every single ingredient of the atmosphere,

The dress to effulgently impregnate her; replenish every aspect of her drearily impoverished existence; with everything that was beautifully and merrily abounding on this uninhibited planet,
The dress to insuperably propose her; with a surety of nothing else but ‘yes’ rebounding back from the swish of her tongue; as majestically kissed the farthest finger of her queenly hands,

The dress to phlegmatically reborn her; inevitably make her rise from her languid corpse; unfathomably flustered by the sheer size and enigmatic shades of your larger than life personality,

Was. O! Yes undoubtedly was. The Dress in Pure and Powerful Black. In the Pure blackness of the voluptuously embellished and sensuously blessed night….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The easiest way to provoke me

 

The easiest way to provoke a madman; was to recount to him the incidents of his life which actually triggered off his madness,

The easiest way to provoke a politician; was to vehemently oppose the policies he proposed,

The easiest way to provoke a roadside beggar; was to keep reminding him incessantly of his poverty and impoverished state,

The easiest way to provoke a school teacher; was to give preposterously wrong answers; to every question she asked,

The easiest way to provoke a gardener; was to furtively keep plucking the fruits from his trees; driving him beyond the point of imaginable exasperation,

The easiest way to provoke a lion; was to snatch its prey with astounding ease; right from the center of its jaws,

The easiest way to provoke the musician; was to blurt out cacophonic tunes every time he felt; that he had established himself into a perfect rhythm,

The easiest way to provoke guests entering the dwelling; was to blend your oily scalp hair; in the tea you hospitably served them,

The easiest way to provoke the mammoth elephant; was to leave a battalion of red ants next to his feet; when he was overwhelmingly relishing his meal of green leaf,

The easiest way to provoke the peon in the office; was to order him to serve you a glass of water; as soon as the poor fellow had delivered the previous one,
The easiest way to provoke the soldier; was to let the enemy pass from under his nose; camouflaged in the color of the surrounding; to evade the most ingenious of his senses,

The easiest way to provoke the monstrous shark; was to shoot its jaded body with a fleet of lanky harpoons,

The easiest way to provoke a clown; was to burst into hysterical sobs, when he performed his comic acts,

The easiest way to provoke the priest; was to disturb his profound concentration; when he was lost in reciting the name of God,

The easiest way to provoke the magician; was to steal away the wand he used to execute magic & transform all stone into gold,

The easiest way to provoke a writer; was to cynically view his work; tell him blatantly on his face; that he wouldn’t earn even a penny out of the infinite volumes of literature he had taken pains to pen down,

The easiest way to provoke the Almighty creator; was to violate his laws of existence; drift on a nefarious path that eventually found him decimate you to raw ash,

And the easiest way to provoke me; was to lay eyes on my beloved; try and cast a spell on her already engaged heart; which either found me killing the person who dared to do so; or in case if I failed; bidding goodbye to this earth forever…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»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….
 
»Solely an immortal mother

 

Some called her a tantalizing seductress; philandering
uninhibitedly through the inscrutably rustling
forests,

Some called her an angel having just descended from
the sky; bountifully pacifying even the most
traumatically agonized senses; with the stupendous
charisma in her voice,

Some called her a poignantly tangy wave; profusely
enlightening the gruesomely pallid atmosphere around;
with the incredulous euphoria in her ravishing stride,

Some called her an unfathomably enigmatic wind; that
mystically tingled countless of impoverished souls; in
the heavenly swirl of her compassionately diffusing
breath,

But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
feeding it with celestial granaries of impeccable
milk; and loads of overwhelmingly silken warmth….



Some called her a gloriously alluring pack of
metamorphosing cards; enthusing boundless with the
magic in her triumphant smile,

Some called her an insurmountably nubile vixen;
voraciously drowning even the most lecherously
monotonous; in an untamed thunderbolt of never ending
raw desire,

Some called her a fabulously evading mirage;
captivating even the most insensitively alien; in the
ingratiating aroma that lingered incomprehensibly
around each of her vivacious senses,

Some called her an unsurpassable carpet of marvelously
scarlet roses; profoundly illuminating every dwindling
path that she tread on; with the philanthropic
divinity enshrouding her immaculate conscience,

But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
cuddling its tuft of innocuously heavenly hair
indefatigably throughout the day; sequestering it from
the even most infinitesimal of evil every moment of
the disastrously horrendous night….



Some called her an unparalleled magician;
metamorphosing every shattered heart that she
caressed; into an enthralling paradise which kissed
the realms of eternity,

Some called her an irrefutably bestowing fairy
Goddess; fulfilling every wish of the despicably
shivering and miserably penurious,

Some called her an exuberantly swimming mermaid;
deluging the invidiously pathetic gloom around; with
her unbelievably enamoring charisma and tinkling
footsteps,

Some called her a panacea for even the most
devastatingly debilitated disease; impregnably finding
reprieve under nothing else on this planet; but her
magnanimously showering palms,

But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
sacrificing everything in her life; to witness it
eternally blossom into the most invincibly unflinching
entity alive…


Some called her a fantasy come true for all births;
tickling the most inner most dormitories of the
ludicrously bedraggled mind; with optimistic hope and
intrepidly soaring adventure,

Some called her a neverending heartthrob; royally
making them feel the most opulent organisms ever
alive; as they perpetually bonded with her
flamboyantly pulsating festoon of rhythmic beats,

Some called her a gorgeously blissful experience;
rejuvenating their obsoletely remorseful blood; with
the unconquerable exhilaration of life,

Some called her reflection that triggered fathomless
whirlpools of insatiable yearning; coining a whole new
chapter of mesmerizing existence,

But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
keeping it incessantly close to her womb; bequeathing
upon it all the tenacity in this world to survive;
even after she veritably died….
 
»SOLELY ARDENT WINNERS…

 

Hatred Vs Hatred. Both of them deliriously lost; apart from them being the most haplessly growling failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; unrelentingly roamed in the lavatories of the hideously asphyxiating devil.

Prejudice Vs Prejudice. Both of them flagrantly lost; apart from them being the most vindictively gruesome failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; barbarously tortured every conceivable pore of their bodies with the sword of the salacious devil.

War Vs War. Both of them devastatingly lost; apart from them being the most truculently ghoulish failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; licked the boots of the atrociously cannibalistic devil; clean of the last iota of grime.

Lies Vs Lies. Both of them pathetically lost; apart from them being the most derogatorily tyrannical failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; wholeheartedly let the parasitic devil shoot them right in the whites of their innocuous eyes.

Chauvinism Vs Chauvinism. Both of them bawdily lost; apart from them being the most diabolically disoriented failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; immutably followed the sacrilegiously inane footsteps of the devil; till infinite infinity.

Infertility Vs Infertility. Both of them horrendously lost; apart from them being the most tawdrily disgruntled failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; hopelessly invited the raunchily plundering devil; right into the heart of their compassionate nocturnal quilt.
Crime Vs Crime. Both of them ridiculously lost; apart from them being the most preposterously dastardly failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; inevitably deteriorated into the despicably marauding fists of the rebuking devil.

Terrorism Vs Terrorism. Both of them egregiously lost; apart from them being the most ominously maiming failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; were inexorably gobbled by the shadow of the remorsefully sulking devil.

Perversion Vs Perversion. Both of them heartlessly lost; apart from them being the most sadistically silencing failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; lost even the most infinitesimal iota of their blissful senses; to the lethally massacring devil.

Extinction Vs Extinction. Both of them deplorably lost; apart from them being the most incomprehensibly victimizing failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; intransigently sniffed the rancid stench of the loquaciously foolhardy devil for times immemorial.

Blackness Vs Blackness. Both of them maliciously lost; apart from them being the most satanically glaring failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; got brutally kicked in their hindsides; by the torturously jinxed devil.

Infidelity Vs Infidelity. Both of them malevolently lost; apart from them being the most profanely bemoaning failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; got indiscriminately chopped to inconspicuous mincemeat; by the uncontrollably maniacal devil.

Inhumanity Vs Inhumanity. Both of them treacherously lost; apart from them being the most lugubriously goddamned failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; were bitten to lividly harried oblivion; by the inconsolably rabid devil.

Rape Vs Rape. Both of them vapidly lost; apart from them being the most bizarrely shameful failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; suffered perennial imprisonment in the coffins of hell; where the unabashedly cruel devil reigned supreme.

Cowardliness Vs Cowardliness. Both of them indefinitely lost; apart from them being the most garrulously dislocated failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; irrevocably drowned in the ocean of the tyrannically lambasting devil; forever and ever and ever.

Madness Vs Madness. Both of them disconsolately lost; apart from them being the most inexplicably demented failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; incorrigibly clung to the non-existently impotent caricature of the devil; like a freshly born eunuch.

Monotony Vs Monotony. Both of them miserably lost; apart from them being the most cynically dissolving failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; indispensably wailed the tunes of the licentiously lamenting devil; till even beyond the very last breath of their lives.

Politics Vs Politics. Both of them dolorously lost; apart from them being the most vituperatively intolerable failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; were left absolutely free; in the graveyard of the savagely crucifying devil.

Whilst Love Vs Love. Both of them were the solely ardent winners; apart from them being the most pricelessly Omnipotent magicians in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; perpetually transcended and consecrated the definition of the word “Comparison”; perpetually resided in the heavenly lap of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord.


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

 

I insatiably loved the fragrance of the ingratiatingly ebullient rose;
however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as
much;
by an infinite more of my diminutively penurious kind,

I ardently loved the euphorically uninhibited chirp of the celestial
nightingale; however after an instant soon realized that the same was
also
loved as much; by an infinite more of my treacherously tottering kind,

I insurmountably loved the mystically inscrutable rustle of the vivid
forests; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also
loved
as much; by an infinite more of my disastrously staggering kind,

I unsurpassably loved the effulgently undulating waves of the untamed
sea;
however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as
much; by an infinite more of my ethereally obsolete kind,

I limitlessly loved the unflinchingly blazing patriotism of the
peerless
soldiers; however after an instant soon realized that the same was also
loved as much; by an infinite more of my remotely disappearing kind,

I eternally loved the corridors of resplendently untainted and majestic
paradise; however after an instant soon realized that the same were
also
loved as much; by an infinite more of my preposterously slavering kind,

I unconditionally loved the first showers of Omnipotently mitigating
rain;
however after an instant soon realized that the same were also loved as
much; by an infinite more of my horrifically thirsty kind,

I tirelessly loved the vivaciously effervescent rainbow in fathomless
sky;
however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as
much;
by an infinite more of my monotonously decrepit kind,

I relentlessly loved the indomitably towering apogees of the intrepidly
glorious mountain; however after an instant soon realized that the same
were
also loved as much; by an infinite more of my ludicrously dastardly
kind,

I irrevocably loved the Omnisciently nascent sparkle of victorious
dawn;
however after an instant soon realized that the same was also loved as
much;
by an infinite more of my abjectly depressed kind,

I immutably loved the quintessentially heavenly droplets of the
sacrosanct
cow’s milk; however after an instant soon realized that the same was
also
loved as much; by an infinite more of my vindictively diseased kind,

I intransigently loved the blissfully cavorting terrain of the pristine
countryside; however after an instant soon realized that the same was
also
loved as much; by an infinite more of my remorsefully subservient kind,

I endlessly loved the impeccably shimmering stars in the heart of
blackened
midnight; however after an instant soon realized that the same were
also
loved as much; by an infinite more of my dreadfully decaying kind,

I unconquerably loved even the tiniest innuendo’s of magnificently
burgeoning freshness and innovation; however after an instant soon
realized
that the same were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my
manipulatively usurped kind,

I selflessly loved all those horrendously bereaved and torturously
lambasted; however after an instant soon realized that the same were
also
loved as much; by an infinite more of my mercurial Samaritan kind,

I irretrievably loved the timelessly panoramic valleys and their
exhilarating echoes; however after an instant soon realized that the
same
were also loved as much; by an infinite more of my brutally emaciated
kind,

I unequivocally loved the fabulously unfettered birds royally soaring
in the
cosmos; however after an instant soon realized that the same were also
loved
as much; by an infinite more of my unceremoniously incarcerated kind,

I unfathomably loved Medieval heritage and anecdotes of handsome
Kinsmanship; however after an instant soon realized that the same was
also
loved as much; by an infinite more of my surreally discovering kind,

I intractably loved irrefutably righteous breath; happiness and
perennially
bestowing life; however after an instant soon realized that the same
were
also loved as much; by an infinite more of my boundlessly greedy kind,

And I immortally loved the redolently blossoming girl next door; but
although after realizing an instant later that the same was also loved
as
much; by an infinite more of my forlornly isolated kind; I could for
the
first time in my life see that the love wonderfully spawning in each
beat of
her unassailable heart was solely for me; wanted to insuperably
imprison
only me; was forever of none other xyz’s but solely mine…
 
»Solely on the beats of immortal love

 

My lips could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical lipstick;
my
heart perpetually lived this fathomlessly enchanting Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unassailable love,

My eyes could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical glasses; my
heart perennially lived this boundlessly burgeoning Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unshakable love,

My stomach could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical food; my
heart timelessly lived this countlessly iridescent Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally triumphant love,

My hair could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical oil; my
heart
tirelessly lived this spell bindingly victorious Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally unceasing love,

My throat could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical water; my
heart inexhaustibly lived this limitlessly eclectic Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally humanitarian love,

My teeth could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
toothpaste; my
heart unstoppably lived this fragrantly artistic Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally invincible love,

My ears could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical earrings;
my
heart unlimitedly lived this magnetically enamoring Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally emollient love,

My tongue could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical taste; my
heart unceasingly lived this handsomely regale Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally altruistic love,

My fingers could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical pens; my
heart continuously lived this royally fantastic Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally magnetic love,

My skin could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical cream; my
heart
untiringly lived this magically silken Universe and even beyond; solely
on
the beats of Immortally Omnipotent love,

My bones could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical calcium;
my
heart indefatigably lived this effulgently euphoric Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally Omniscient love,

My brain could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
arithmetic; my
heart interminably lived this gloriously sensuous Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally redolent love,

My eyelashes could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
mascara; my
heart never-endingly lived this unbreakably symbiotic Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally priceless love,

My armpits could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical perfume;
my
heart unfalteringly lived this synergistically eternal Universe and
even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally infallible love,

My spine could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical sponge; my
heart unflaggingly lived this ebulliently fructifying Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally intrepid love,

My wrists could perhaps survive quintessentially practical watch; my
heart
incessantly lived this spectacularly spawning Universe and even beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally blessed love,

My feet could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical shoes; my
heart
non-stop lived this brilliantly unerring Universe and even beyond;
solely on
the beats of Immortally insuperable love,

My barren skin could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
cloth; my
heart immeasurably lived this celestially bestowing Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally uniting love,

And my nostrils could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
oxygen;
my heart indefinitely lived this ecstatically vibrant Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally Omnipresent love….
 
»Solitariness….

 

Some married for just insatiable financial gain; profoundly exploiting every ounce of the unending wealth of their girl; to replenish each of their desire with everlasting mountains of silver and glittering gold,

Some married for just timelessly proliferating their dying kin; so that the sensuous freshness of two bodies; paved the way forward for many a more civilization; of their own blood,

Some married for just wholesome and uninterrupted obsession; chasing even the most infinitesimal desire of their girl to the most unprecedented limits; listening to nothing else but the subtlest of her whispers; on this gigantic planet,

Some married for just uncannily enthralling recreation; sighting an unfathomable cistern of newness in their girl’s face; everytime they needed to refresh themselves from the tyranny of the manipulative corporate world,

Some married for just blissfully mollifying fulfillment; catapulting to the absolute realms of seventh heaven; as each impoverished pore of two bodies met; in a thunderously untamed unison,

Some married for just celestial recuperation; splendidly healing the most inexplicable wounds of their past with the unconquerable melody in their girl’s voice; the magical tunes of inspiration that she sang in their bereaved ears,

Some married for just spurious societal status; so that they had a sanctimoniously doll like feminine partner hand in hand with them; at every cocktail and political toast; that they had to attend,

Some married for just a perfectly meticulous housekeeper; so that the Spartan hands of their girl forever exonerated those invisible cobwebs and untidiness; gave them the most astoundingly organized life that they’d always dreamt,

Some married for just wondrous psychological healing; so that their medically trained girl; slowly and slowly unwinded the disastrously mangled nerves of their brain; to make them overcome their baseless fears; and then rise like the rock of Gibraltar to face any damned obstacle on earth,

Some married for just appeasing their perennially starved bowels; with their girl who was an absolute blessing from the heavens; tantalizing the most dwindling of their taste buds; with the aroma of an infinite new dishes and recipes that she cooked every enlightening dawn,

Some married for just mere companionship; as all they wanted from the chapter of robotic life; was a girl who could triumphantly break their corpses of mundane solitariness,

Some married for just releasing the animal within; utilizing the robust flesh of their girl whenever uncontrolled demonic desire arose; and then disposing her off like pieces of invisible shit,

Some married for just an exposure to the opposite sex; after confining almost every single routine day of their treacherous lives; within the precincts of home; school; college and office,

Some married for just appeasing countless other members of close kin; placating the unsurpassably frazzled nerves of perennially worrying mothers and staunch grandmothers; by tying the thread with the girl of their choice,

Some married for just unrelenting domination; wherein their girl never ever raised her eyebrows even once; though subjected to their infinite acts of dastardly chauvinism; their tyrannical outbursts of thwarted masculine strength,

Some married for just the dungeons of esoteric perversion; ruthlessly implementing the most sadistic of their fantasies upon their girl; in the most blackened and whipping corners of this earth; far away from the tiniest scent of living kind,

Some married for just emotional security; seeking a perpetual shoulder to lean upon and indefatigably cry—the unending list of their listlessly wastrel and livid idiosyncrasies,

Some married for just true and passionate love; paying a deaf ear to even the most inconsolably deplorable abuses of the conventional society; rising as the most powerful force on earth for a humanitarian cause with their girl; at the footsteps of the Lord,

Whilst I feel that I married my girl—only to be forever cursed by a spell of undyingly asphyxiating and murderously abominable “Solitariness”….

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