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»Shall we?

 

Shall we climb mount Everest,
rest in shady domains of tree foliage.
shall we eat spicy food coated with cheese,
remain awake till late hours of the night.
shall we laugh till stream of tears roll down our
cheek,
splash our feet in gushing torrents of river water.
shall we make sandcastles in ocean sand,
gallop through paddy fields on strong race horse.
shall we play relishing games of card poker,
greedily gulp steaming brown coffee from mugs.
shall we drive through streets of the crowded city,
ring incessantly metallic bells of towering church.
shall we scrub marble floors with wet sponge,
wash sins of past lives with our precious blood.
shall we talk on telephone for unsurpassable length of
time,
watch us grow every unfolding minute of life.
shall we paint canvas with smudges of mixed color,
perspire together in scorching heat of unforgiving
sun.
shall we move our bodies to pulsating music,
serve humanity with all possible dedication and might.
shall we tear apart our hair in anger,
wade our way through artificial tunnels of ice.
shall we consume barrels of intoxicating wine,
get marooned in scarcely populated african jungle.
shall we fly high in gas baloons,
snap photographs of the mesmerizing moon.
shall we leap into dark death valleys,
stay united for many births as humans.



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

 

Share with me your eyes; not because I was
horrendously blind,
But because I am sure; that together our sight
combined; would alleviate all our blind compatriots
towards corridors of indispensably optimistic light…

Share with me your breath; not because my lungs
abhorred to breathe the disdainfully polluted air
outside,
But because I am sure; that together our passion
combined; would ignite fireballs of untamed rhapsody;
in the heart of the cold blooded night…

Share with me your hands; not because all my fingers
felt insipidly weak; to hoist even a minuscule object
from soil,
But because I am sure; that together our fortitude
combined; would scrap every iota of evil; march
unflinchingly towards a celestially blissful
humankind…

Share with me your mind; not because my brain stared
like a baseless idiot into fathomless expanses of
empty space,
But because I am sure; that together our intelligence
combined; would mitigate all indiscriminate racialism
from hateful souls lingering on the planet;
philanthropically assist all those dreadfully maimed;
to the euphoric winds of cloud nine….

Share with me your legs; not because my feet melted
like a ludicrously pathetic ant; under the most nimble
rays of sunshine,
But because I am sure; that together our stride
combined; would evacuate all parasitic traitors from
the periphery of our motherland; trigger cloudbursts
of resilience in all lackadaisical living kind…

Share with me your ears; not because I showed no
reaction at all; even as devastating earthquakes
rattled civilizations to raw ash,
But because I am sure; that together our hearing
combined; would empathize with each morbidly shivering
organism in this world; bring those to absolute
justice; who were incessantly tyrannizing mankind…

Share with me your voice; not because I stammered like
an intermittently nervous shadow; on each word that
stumbled from my mouth,
But because I am sure; that together our sound
combined; would inundate this fathomless globe with
ingratiating melody; profusely enriching the lives of
all those engulfed with inexplicable despair….

Share with me your shoulders; not because I didn’t
possess an iota of muscle in my arms; collapsing like
a pack of frigid cards; at the tiniest insinuation of
the capricious winds,
But because I am sure; that together our power
combined; would deluge the lives of those miserably
orphaned since childhood with courageous light;
transporting them to a land more beautifully enticing
than paradise…

Share with me your soul; not because my deplorably
empty entity; wavered uncertainly between the aisles
of gorgeous heaven; and malicious hell,
But because I am sure; that together our benevolence
combined; would; instill the fabulously wonderful
elements of existence in waywardly loitering
organisms; catapult them back to their most
enthralling rudiments of cherished life….

And share with me your heart; not because the beats in
mine sporadically fluttered towards the caverns of
obsolete oblivion; tottering infinite kilometers
beneath the grave; even while robustly alive,
But because I am sure; that together our love
combined; would; invincibly immortalize the spirit of
uninhibited freedom; the divinely spirit to live and
let live; bonding for times immemorial; the rich;
poor; and impoverished; alike….


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

 

I used to cut thick strands of the abysmally long rope; bifurcating it
into
commensurate halves,
Then use the same in hoisting out bulky loads from the sequestered
well; fetch
water from the river standing on top of the lanky mountain.

I used it to adroitly scrape blotches of disdainful mud adhering to my
shoe;
evacuate the debris from inside the soles,
So when I wore my disheveled footwear the next time out; it appeared
profoundly scintillating under the fiery body of sun.

I used it to scrupulously tear pieces of gaudy cloth into thin strips;
vibrantly displaying a host of vivid colors,
Then stuck them into my straw brimmed hat; wore a strap of snake
leather; to
resemble the perfect cowboy.

I used to ruthlessly rip apart through pudgy chunks of plush
upholstery;
brutally extricating the sponge out,
In my frantic search for finding the missing jewels; apprehending the
scores
of nefarious criminals.

I used it to poke my beloved in the soft cartilage of her ribs;
hovering it in
the vicinity of her ear like a petulant mosquito,
Only to hear her anguished rebuking; the deliberately cold meals she
served me
for nocturnal supper.

I used it to tenaciously dig the fresh mounds of mud; making a plethora
of
inconspicuous holes in proximity of the plants,
Facilitating their accelerated growth; providing them with augmented
space to
breathe.

I used it to spread the golden smear of butter on my morning bread;
coherently
applying jam to my succulent fruit,
Thereafter Relishing my meal immensely; with sporadic beams of light
falling
in shimmering pools on my dreary eyes.

I used it to frivolously prick inflated balloons; inserting it with
meticulous
precision in their protuberant body,
Tremendously enjoyed the thunderous bang; the monstrous reverberations
that
besieged the atmosphere as an inevitable aftermath.

I even used it sometimes as a substitute to my pen; dipping it
extravagantly
in a bottle replete with blue blooded ink,
However it floundered to achieve the required proficiency; and it was
an
apathy to view the mangled lines of literature that I had scribbled on
the
finely agglutinated paper.

But one thing was for sure; and I know all of you would ubiquitously
agree
with the same,
My pair of 'SHARP SCISSORS' served me the best when I used it to trim
the
unruly hair inhabiting my scalp; the deplorable strands of moustache
waywardly
drooping down my chin,
Astoundingly transforming my demeanor from that of a bushy demon; to
that of
an impeccable god.


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

 

As i shaved corrugated exteriors of the deodar tree,
the palpable object of wood shivered incessantly all
frosty night.

when i shaved the skin of rustic African leopard,
he was left behind with a conglomerate of bones and
naked flesh,
assassinating buoyant traces of pride nestling in
infinite parts of his body.

when i shaved the thorny skin of juicy pineapple,
ripping the fruit into triangular halves with my
butcher knife,
appetizing slices of nutrition lay lifeless for me to
consume.

when i shaved hectares of paint sticking to house
walls,
savagely rubbed every iota of polish with crystal
sandpaper,
the structure resembled a morbid mortuary devoid of
sparks of color.

when i shaved the gaudy black skin from tinted car
glass,
punctured its doors with grey lead flying haphazardly
from my pistol,
the sedan appeared as if donated in charity,
fresh from the dilapidated domains of the village
junkyard.

when i shaved the transparent skin of electric bulb of
light,
severed the dainty filaments of voltage inside,
the contrivance resembled soft yellow pulp of rotten
mango.

when i shaved ornately sculptured skin of oyster
shell,
evacuated frugal amounts of saline water
trapped inside,
impeccable pearls of brilliant white bounced in my
awaiting palms.

when i shaved chunks of hair from the human scalp,
scrubbed it hard with a concoction of oil and perfume
till it shone,
engraved it with mystical scriptures portraying the
ancient era,
the bald dome looked strikingly similar to,
sparkling idols of god assembled in the tranquil
golden light of the temple.


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

 

She collapsed like a pack of soft cards; tumbling with nonchalant ease
towards
the ground,

She collapsed like briquettes of black coal plummeting rampantly;
caressing
the earth at tumultuous speeds,

She collapsed like silken feathers of a protuberant pigeon; hurtling
towards
the soil at swashbuckling velocity,

She collapsed like a flimsy spider web; diffusing incoherently into
infinite
splinters of grey thread,

She collapsed like a stick of ice candy; melting rapidly around the
periphery
of bare wood,

She collapsed like a ball of swollen paper; deflated thoroughly with a
rusty
iron pin,

She collapsed like a jagged rope of jute; dangling languidly from
unprecedented heights of the wall,

She collapsed like an insipid follicle of hair; adhering frigidly to
the
scalp,

She collapsed like a snow-white flamingo; diving down when permeated by
a
fleet of pugnacious lead bullets,

She collapsed like an ultra light wire of aluminum; distorting
horrendously
with the zipping second,

She collapsed like a log of loose timber; embedded with scented saw
dust
powder,

She collapsed like a rotund bar of glittering gold; impregnated with
chips of
badly squashed pearls,

She collapsed like a pipe inundated with water; bulging incongruously
at the
sides,

She collapsed like a mountain of free mud; blending profusely with the
clayey
soil,

She collapsed like a spongy button; bouncing umpteenth number of times
on the
roughened mud,

She collapsed like a pouch of chili powder; bursting irrationally into
a
million particles on the floor,

She collapsed like a conglomerate of matchsticks; blown in entirety
with
infinitesimal draughts of wind,

She collapsed like a lifeless beetle; as if stripped of its opalescent
wings,

She collapsed like a lackadaisical sandwich divested of pepper; lying
dilapidated and forlorn amidst heaps of garbage,

She collapsed like a steel nugget does; when heated in swirling fires
of
sweltering heat,

She collapsed like a slender nib of a fountain pen; when pressed nimbly
on
bonded paper,

She collapsed like a shard of tainted glass; when struck by a small
sized
corrugated stone,

She collapsed like a ship incorporating scores of rooms; resting on a
foundation of white sand,

She collapsed like pallid tendrils of a parasitic creeper; sticking
nimbly to
the greasy wall,

She collapsed like a chain of jingling silver; suspended apathetically
from
the angular neck,

She collapsed like a rotten fruit; squelching disdainfully beneath the
most
negligible of pressure,

She collapsed like a diseased snake; slithering helplessly in the
sprawling
creepers,

She collapsed like a stone wall hovering tentatively in the air;
without the
slightest of concrete foundation,

She collapsed like whirlwinds of yellow dust; eventually mixing with
the
desert sand,

She collapsed like a cracked needle; emanating screeching noises while
juxtaposing with the mud,

She collapsed like the broken shell of a monstrous egg; crumbling
erratically
in all directions,

She collapsed like a pierced balloon; cascading in its bedraggled shape
into
the green fields,

She collapsed like weak water; transforming into large pools after
striking
the earth,

She collapsed like long noodles; breaking indiscriminately even when
touched
by the faintest of heat,

She collapsed like a lifeless individual; existing on this earth
without a
perpetual entity,

There was a time when she was constructed taking loads of scrupulous
care;
soaring high in the silken clouds; intimately kissing the rustic
breeze,

She had never dreamt of falling; neither had the tiniest of insinuation
of the
events to unveil the succeeding day,

While at present she lay completely camouflaged under a mangled heap of
debris; with a large ensemble of buried bodies crying hoarsely in pain,

The building which augmented the pride of the street for many years;
now lay
wholesomely decimated; gruesomely destroyed after suffering the brunt
of the
disastrous earthquake.

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»She Laughed and Laughed and Laughed to Death…

 

When I chattered a nineteen to the dozen about each of my child’s astoundingly spell-binding brainwaves; she laughed at me as loudly as the clouds thunderously colliding in the sky,

When I snored like a dinosaur the entire sunlit day and inexhaustibly fantasized with my eyes wide open in the night; she laughed at me as loudly as the roaring waves clashing against the cold-blooded demonic rocks,

When I voiced even the slightest of my apprehension about casualties that could inevitably occur in today’s adulterated world; she laughed at me as loudly as the bombs exploding into fathomless bits of unending atmosphere,

When I at times uninhibitedly divulged my pertinently asphyxiating idiosyncrasies; she laughed at me as loudly as the unabashedly screeching power horns in the overwhelmingly traffic laden street,

When I indefatigably secluded myself from the rest of the planet to pen an infinite lines of immortal love poetry; she laughed at me like a countless demons marauding the innocent with their unstoppably bohemian feet,

When rivers of unceasing tears cascaded from my eyes at the tiniest leaf being ruthlessly chopped; she laughed at me like the endlessly triumphant roar of the mercilessly parading lion,

When I crazily followed even the most invisible of her reflection all day and marathon night; she laughed at me like the untamed crackling flames of the vindictively scarlet fire,

When I stood like the most impregnable of fortress infront of her-to protect her against the ghastliest of impediment; she laughed at me like the earth uncouthly separating into a boundless craters whilst an earthquake,

When I lived each instant of my life like an emotional fool-wholesomely enshrouded by shrewd practicality from all ends; she laughed at me like a witch casting her wicked spell over many an innocuous civilization and life; alike,

When I granted true love an importance greater than any denomination of money on this planet; she laughed at me like the unsparingly diabolical rocks; which tumbled unmanageably from the absolute epitome of the hill,

When I got up with innumerable beads of frigid sweat all over my chest—after the barbarous nightmare; she laughed at me like devilish volcano which vomited itself in violent spurts from the belly of the earth; and towards the highest cranny of the sky,

When I solely listened to the tunes of my passionate heart-though the commercial world gorily stabbed each bone of my persona; she laughed at me like the ghosts unashamedly dancing in the jinxed graveyard,

When I pledged in the name of each droplet of my blood-to exist with her for an infinite more lifetimes; she laughed at me like the insatiably carnivorous barking of thunder; before the advent of the actual storm,

When I proclaimed my desire to procreate a boundless more of my own kind—stringently adhering to the laws of nature divine; she laughed at me like the broken stars listlessly plunging down a boundless kilometers; from the moonless sky,
When I earnestly expressed whatever had happened with me in the course of the tyrannical day; she laughed at me like the unimaginably murderous storm that surreptitiously struck the heart of the effervescent sea,

When I fondled my adorable pet as he lapped my face-thanking me profusely for being his master; she laughed at me like the earth shattering scream of the wantonly plundering and pillaging devil,

When I told her to heartlessly behead me instead of ruthlessly exploiting several of my sensitivities; she laughed at me like the cannibalistic striking of uncountable blood-stained swords; in the ghoulish battlefield of war,

When I skipped many a meal and activity-unbelievably engrossed in my work; which was all for the amelioration of humanity; she laughed at me like the infinite heart-wrenchingly cadaverous cries of hell,

When I austerely expressed my desire to divorce her as life had become a sorrow greater than death-with her; she laughed at me like the torrential downpours of blood from freshly split skulls,

And when I eventually died not able to take her unbearably heartless nonsense anymore; she died too—losing both her life and balance-uncontrollably laughing now at my lifeless carcass; like the most insane shivering of the corpse…..

©copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»She loved her baby, more than she loved her God

 

She hurled him high in the air; exuberantly catching him in her safe arms,
Suckled him passionately with her milk; harnessing his tiny form with her warmth,
Played with him incessantly; instructing him how to unwind the soft toy train,
Cleansed his mischievous face frequently of mud and blotted ink,
Held his fragile fingers firmly in hers; trying to inculcate in him the art of walking,
Tickled him voraciously on his belly; which prompted him to incoherently giggle; displaying fresh buds of his newly formed teeth,
Placed him in the bathtub filled with heaps of flocculent foam; thoroughly scrubbing his minuscule silhouette,
Gave him a honey soother to chew; in order to facilitate the metamorphosis of his teeth,
Rubbed his supple body with emollient olive oil; basking him in the full light of the Sun,
Applied black lining of mascara on his drooping eyelashes; to accentuate his huge crystal eyes,
Tied jingling chains to his feet; which produced a tinkling sound as he ran,
Taught him the indispensability of language; with a bulky book of articulate alphabets lying by her side,
Scrupulously changed his yellow diaper; as he had a habit of intermittently wetting,
Sprinkled tons of aromatic powder on his arms; attempting to make his somber complexion multiple shades fairer,
Placed him amidst an island of inflated balloon; which he inadvertently pinched; and was dumbfounded on hearing the thunderous noise produced thereafter,
Fed him with a pulverized curry of milk and fresh corn; at painstaking speeds; for him to digest the same with ease,
Cuddled his shock of curly hair entwining her fingers; combed it after giving him a revitalizing massage,
Took him out in the spongy grass to play; introducing him to a cluster of new children,
Wiped his tears with her tender lips; when he unrelentingly cried; pacified him by singing melodious rhymes,
Kept all doors locked; providing him a formidable enclosure to inhabit; saving his innocuous form; from hideous eyes of the evil,
She loved her baby more than she loved her God;
Gave him his last feed of sumptuous milk; before putting him of to a blissful slumber.




© nikhilparekh
 
»She Laughed and Laughed and Laughed to Death…

 

When I chattered a nineteen to the dozen about each of my child’s astoundingly spell-binding brainwaves; she laughed at me as loudly as the clouds thunderously colliding in the sky,

When I snored like a dinosaur the entire sunlit day and inexhaustibly fantasized with my eyes wide open in the night; she laughed at me as loudly as the roaring waves clashing against the cold-blooded demonic rocks,

When I voiced even the slightest of my apprehension about casualties that could inevitably occur in today’s adulterated world; she laughed at me as loudly as the bombs exploding into fathomless bits of unending atmosphere,

When I at times uninhibitedly divulged my pertinently asphyxiating idiosyncrasies; she laughed at me as loudly as the unabashedly screeching power horns in the overwhelmingly traffic laden street,

When I indefatigably secluded myself from the rest of the planet to pen an infinite lines of immortal love poetry; she laughed at me like a countless demons marauding the innocent with their unstoppably bohemian feet,

When rivers of unceasing tears cascaded from my eyes at the tiniest leaf being ruthlessly chopped; she laughed at me like the endlessly triumphant roar of the mercilessly parading lion,

When I crazily followed even the most invisible of her reflection all day and marathon night; she laughed at me like the untamed crackling flames of the vindictively scarlet fire,

When I stood like the most impregnable of fortress infront of her-to protect her against the ghastliest of impediment; she laughed at me like the earth uncouthly separating into a boundless craters whilst an earthquake,

When I lived each instant of my life like an emotional fool-wholesomely enshrouded by shrewd practicality from all ends; she laughed at me like a witch casting her wicked spell over many an innocuous civilization and life; alike,

When I granted true love an importance greater than any denomination of money on this planet; she laughed at me like the unsparingly diabolical rocks; which tumbled unmanageably from the absolute epitome of the hill,

When I got up with innumerable beads of frigid sweat all over my chest—after the barbarous nightmare; she laughed at me like devilish volcano which vomited itself in violent spurts from the belly of the earth; and towards the highest cranny of the sky,

When I solely listened to the tunes of my passionate heart-though the commercial world gorily stabbed each bone of my persona; she laughed at me like the ghosts unashamedly dancing in the jinxed graveyard,

When I pledged in the name of each droplet of my blood-to exist with her for an infinite more lifetimes; she laughed at me like the insatiably carnivorous barking of thunder; before the advent of the actual storm,

When I proclaimed my desire to procreate a boundless more of my own kind—stringently adhering to the laws of nature divine; she laughed at me like the broken stars listlessly plunging down a boundless kilometers; from the moonless sky,
When I earnestly expressed whatever had happened with me in the course of the tyrannical day; she laughed at me like the unimaginably murderous storm that surreptitiously struck the heart of the effervescent sea,

When I fondled my adorable pet as he lapped my face-thanking me profusely for being his master; she laughed at me like the earth shattering scream of the wantonly plundering and pillaging devil,

When I told her to heartlessly behead me instead of ruthlessly exploiting several of my sensitivities; she laughed at me like the cannibalistic striking of uncountable blood-stained swords; in the ghoulish battlefield of war,

When I skipped many a meal and activity-unbelievably engrossed in my work; which was all for the amelioration of humanity; she laughed at me like the infinite heart-wrenchingly cadaverous cries of hell,

When I austerely expressed my desire to divorce her as life had become a sorrow greater than death-with her; she laughed at me like the torrential downpours of blood from freshly split skulls,

And when I eventually died not able to take her unbearably heartless nonsense anymore; she died too—losing both her life and balance-uncontrollably laughing now at my lifeless carcass; like the most insane shivering of the corpse…..

©copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»She loved me for my money

 

I FILLED THE bathtub to the brim; with a solution of my crystalline tears,
She entered; cleansed her blotted hands in the same; exited as phlegmatically as she had come.


I eccentrically plucked infinite hair from my scalp; throwing them in a heap on the cold floor,
She swept the same with uncouth ease; into the hollow realms of the fetid dustbin.


I peeled intricate arenas of my skin; with fresh blood oozing out from my wounds,
She roasted them with salt curry; consuming the appetizing delicacy for nocturnal supper.


I banged my fist hard against the formidable wall; developing a plethora of fractured bone,
She frigidly tread on the same; exerting unrelenting pressure from her large feet.


I inscribed her name on my bare chest; with the chiseled end of a dagger,
She laughed boisterously witnessing the same; confronting me with a volley of expletives.


I presented her with a bunch of fragrant rose; at the onset of every dawn,
She tore the petals with meticulous proficiency; saving the raw buds as natural manure for the plants.


I stripped of bulk of my clothing; to cover her in the abysmal freezing winter cold,
She shrugged of the same with intrepid nonchalance; to cover her pet sleeping peacefully beside the fire.


I ran marathon distances in the sweltering sun; to fetch her cool water,
She held the glass for a minute in her hands; spilling its contents completely to blend with disdainful mud.

I carried her unfathomable distances in the desert; when she was unconscious and in tumultuous anguish,
However the moment she woke up; she gave me a cheeky smile; spitting loads of saliva on my face.


I fed her like a child when she was ill; contracting lethal virus in her blood,
She bludgeoned me with poignant slaps; mutilating my persona; the moment she acquired back her reservoir of strength.


I worshipped her like a sacrosanct deity; fantasizing about her all monotonous day and night,
She kicked me in my rear like a slave; commanding me to kiss her toes.


There was a time when I was blessed with bountiful riches; she then loved me like nobody else,
The tyranny of fate today had rendered me exorbitantly penurious; with meager savings to my credit,
She had always admired me for my affluence; my insatiable gluttony for embellishing her with gold,
And at the reigning moment when I was haplessly struggling on the solitary streets,
She wanted me to relinquish breath; as much as she had once upon a time; superficially loved me.

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

 

She was there in every song that I heard; existing as
its most stupendously melodious elements; drowning my
impoverished countenance; in waves of perennially
rhapsodic ecstasy,

She was there in every path that I tread; existing as
a trail of seductively tantalizing enigma; to deluge
me in a blanket of insatiably untamed wilderness,

She was there in every fantasy that I perceived;
existing as a thunderbolt of compassionately eternal
yearning; propelling me to forever surge forward in
the unprecedented euphoria; to lead spell binding
life,

She was there in every fruit that I consumed; existing
as the most pricelessly titillating nutrition in its
skin; handsomely placating my irrevocably unruly pangs
of hunger; for centuries immemorial,

She was there in every word that I spoke; existing as
its most vociferously emphatic impression; triggering
me to triumphantly incessantly march towards the
boundaries of irrefutable success,

She was there in every fabric that I wore; existing as
its most majestically silken warmth; to encapsulate me
with waves of tumultuously ardent passion from all
sides,

She was there in every mission that I achieved;
existing as its winds of sacrosanct ebullience;
perpetually transpiring me to embrace all fraternities
of humanity; in bonds of unrelenting sharing; alike,

She was there in every ingredient of my blood;
existing as a rainbow of eclectic vibrancy;
engendering me to evolve a sparkling new chapter of
life; from even beneath the most goriest of ashes,

She was there in every night that enveloped me;
existing as an unfathomable juggernaut of
resplendently twinkling stars; flooding each arena of
my pathetically devastated skin; with incomprehensible
happiness,

She was there in every shadow of mine; existing as an
angel of unflinching solidarity in its tiniest of
caress; entrenching me in a garden of gloriously
flamboyant fragrance; from all ends,

She was there in every philosophy that I preached;
existing as its most impeccably righteous element;
poignantly inspiring me to disseminate the impregnable
essence of affable brotherhood; to the remotest corner
of this boundless Universe,

She was there in every wink that cascaded over my
eyes; existing as a fireball of mischievously eluding
flirtation; to incinerate each of my disastrously
bedraggled senses; into a planet more bountiful than
gregariously twinkling paradise,

She was there in every miracle that I witnessed;
existing as a harbinger of ultimate peace in each
stride that I took; instigating me to spawn a
fascinating civilization of uninhibited freedom and
celestial togetherness,

She was there in every goodness that I cherished;
existing as a mist of marvelously bequeathing
humanity; that made me holistically live and let live;
for infinite more births of mine,

She was there in every blooming beauty that I sighted;
existing as a cradle of untamed exhilaration in my
deplorably dwindling visage; to make me escalate above
the definitions of staleness and a carpet of
overwhelmingly staggering blackness,

She was there in every rhyme that I spun; existing as
a ray of velvety voluptuousness in the immaculate
whites of my eye; sensuously draping me in a world of
endlessly enchanting excitement,

She was there in every race that I run; existing as a
thunderbolt of unsurpassable fervor; in each of my
synergistically advancing footsteps,

She was there in every breath that I inhaled; existing
as a stream of intransigently fiery life; that royally
enabled me to stand tall and intrepidly towering; for
a countless more vivaciously ecstatic lives,


And she was there in every beat that I throbbed;
existing as a Universe of immortally invincible love;
bestowing me with the richness to comprehend the true
richness of life; bestowing me with a festoon of
boundless colors; to serve all mankind…..

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